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lovinpelova · 7 days

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courtside | n. mühl

summary; when nika makes a promise she fulfils it. [SMUT]

🎵 everyday hustle - future

nika had already found her footing on american soil by the time you met, the only indicators she wasn't born in the states was her last name and accent if she spoke for long enough. you'd been assigned as part of the media team to enhance your work experience in sports during your time at uconn, the fans and your lecturers loved the content you provided and always came crawling back for more, so you decided to have a one on one interview to satiate their hunger a little longer.

you'd chosen a player at random, landing on number ten after a moment of contemplation regarding which player number to pick and immediately had nika beckoning at your call. her coach informed her of what you planned on doing, waiting for her to catch her breath as she stood with a heaving chest and hands on hips, licking her lips with hooded eyes focused solely on you. she nodded her head in understanding and introduced herself, shaking your hand formally before making a mental note of your name so she could stalk your instagram later on- that plan was executed perfectly when she asked for your number after the interview and gained your username after a couple hours of texting.

fans could tell that nika was flirting with you from the moment it started, going crazy in comments and posting all over tiktok about the way she looked at you or subtly complimented something referring to you. no matter what, nika was finding a way to steer the interview towards you, wanting to find out everything possible and not being sneaky about it in the slightest. time flew by and before you knew it you'd been together four years with nika playing her last college game, getting ready to be drafted into the wnba with you by her side.

the tough opponent was iowa in the final four, nika rearing to go and jumping in her spot since the moment she woke up for multiple reasons. she wanted to prove herself, she was one step closer to the championship game and had just been informed that the wnba were going to draft her. you couldn't be happier for your girlfriend, she'd been going on and on for years about how when she goes pro all her sacrifices were going to be worth it and she'd be able to spoil everyone she loved with the new opportunities she'd have for them.

right now, you were sitting courtside with a camera in your hand to take an occasional flick of the game. iowa truly were a tough team - you'd never seen uconn struggle like this before - but the championship game was still in sight for you all.

then the fourth quarter came along.

nothing was working anymore, iowa was clicking like puzzle pieces and caitlin clark was on the move. nika bagged assist after assist and rebounded as much as she possibly could with a gorgeous three-pointer but the buzzer had to come at some point; and it ended with iowa up by two.

of course she was upset, you were the first person she came to with tears on the verge of spilling down her cheeks and her fingers clutching the uconn '10' jersey you wore, your arms tight around her in every way she needed. either way she'd made it to the final four and played immaculately, you reminded her of that before she congratulated iowa and on the way home whenever she spoke bad about herself.

"i'mma win everything for you."

the croatian mumbled as she inhaled your scent, pulling you further into her with her head on your chest. she breathed out deeply in comfort when your fingers found their way to her hair and scratched lightly, egging her to continue.

"you're not gonna see me lose ever again. gonna go pro and everything's gonna change,"

"i don't doubt that for a second moja djevojka."

nika smiled and chuckled into your chest at the sound of croatian rolling off your tongue, knowing her odd tutoring lessons were paying off with the way you perfectly pronounced one of her favourite nicknames.

"and before you know it, you're gonna be moja žena. watching every game, getting anything you want- stuck with me whether you like it or not."

"you know i wouldn't want it any other way, moja žena. go to sleep niks, i'll be here when you wake up."

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a year after uconn lost to iowa, nika had stayed true to her word. she was going pro either way, but now you were basically on the verge of engagement with the way she was hinting towards marriage recently and she'd remained consistent in her career. she'd lost a few games here and there but had made up for it by winning the league already with seattle, earning a spot in the all-wnba team and being named defensive player of the year with the odd sponsorship deal coming her way.

nika truly was living up to her words, she made you feel loved every day and reminded you of that before she left for training until the moment she fell asleep with you in her arms. she'd talk nonsense about how badly she wanted you to be her wife, the pout on her lips being kissed away when you shut her down to remind her that she was too busy for such a big commitment right now, because she knew you were right. still, she had the ring hidden in her sock drawer for safekeeping.

she'd had the odd day off and always decided to spend it with you, loving your company more than any other option she had thrown her way. right now she was laying comfortably on your chest, large figure draped over yours to supply warmth no blanket could ever match as you binged your latest shared obsession on television. you'd just finished editing some shots for seattle storm not long ago, your studies paying off and gaining you an excessive interest in job prospects when you sent your folder out- but of course you had to go for seattle, it was perfect.

"i can't wait to marry you."

a murmur vibrated your chest from none other than the woman melting into your hold, your arms tightening around her as you laughed lightly in response.

"we've still got plenty of time for that."

"i keep gettin' asked about you though, makes me think about it more."

your hands tangled into her hair and gently scratched at her scalp, feeling her fingers tighten around your waist and pull you towards her as she sighed into you.

"n' what do you say?"

nika smiled as she lifted her head up, watching your hands fall to her shoulders before she gently lifted your left ring finger to her lips and kissed it with her eyes locked on yours. you grinned at the intimate action and saw her smile lightly in return, other hand caressing her face lovingly.

"i tell them you're gonna be my wife before they know it."

"every time?"

nika nodded her head enthusiastically, both of you grinning madly as she leaned in to kiss you gently.

"every time."

she mumbles against your lips, vibrations making you smile into the kiss before you wrapped your arms around her neck to pull her closer and deepen it.

"you're gonna have to show me some of these interviews."

"i'd rather show you how well i plan on treating my wife for the rest of our lives together."

nika mumbled into your neck as she kissed down it fondly, hands crawling up your shirt and tugging on it with your nails scratching her back lightly. you threw your head back to allow her more access and felt her smile into you, pulling away to slowly peel the fabric off your body as your hands pawed at her shirt to do the same, eyes immediately scanning her body as she leaned up and took it off above you. she noticed your gaze and smirked, grabbing your hands and guiding them along her toned stomach with a cocky smile whilst letting your hands wander on their own.

you quickly sat up and trailed your lips along her abs, dipping your fingers into the curve of her spine so she arched into you with a soft gasp. nika let her hands tangle into your hair gently as she stared down in admiration, mouth open to let out heavy breaths that left her stomach heaving against your lips.

"baby,"

the croatian breathed out before licking her lips, jaw hanging low with how you were mouthing at her skin.

"tonight's gonna be about you, not me."

you heard her withhold a groan when your tongue sloppily licked its way up from her hips to the bra she wore, the point guard grasping your shoulders and weakly attempting to push you down. your mouth was doing wonders on her skin and it drove her wild, the strength she always bore withering away as she leaned back onto her heels and adjusted herself to be sitting upright against the back of the couch. your lips forcefully detached from her skin and both of you let out a matching whine, thighs going either side of her waist to let her hands guide you closer whilst she initiated a heavy kiss.

nika soon grew impatient, beginning to push and pull your hips in a rocking motion and moaning once you got the hint. your body moved against hers as she trailed her lips down your neck, hand slapping her muscular back as you felt her start to suck before she squeezed your hip apologetically and went back to simple kisses trailing down your pulse point with a soft grin. as much as you loved your girlfriend, covering up hickeys from her endeavours was a nightmare.

"why can't it be about the pro baller?"

you quietly breathed out, hands pushing her further into your collarbone by the back of her head. the brunette moaned into you at the mention of her occupation and pulled away to look up at you with swollen lips, chest heaving for air whilst she wore a cocky smirk.

"'cus it's about the pro ballers wife."

nika trailed sloppy kisses down the space between your breasts before you could respond, pulling at the strap of your bra and letting it snap against your skin to signal she wanted it off. you reached behind yourself and unclipped the bra as quickly as possible, nika trailing her fingertips under the straps to slowly peel them down your arms before tossing the material elsewhere in your shared apartment. hearing her breath out heavily as she stared shamelessly at your chest, your face grew red whilst she licked her lips hungrily and began to let her hands wander.

the croatian looked into your eyes for a moment of consent and gladly received what she was looking for, ducking her head down to connect her mouth with one of your nipples whilst her hand gently massaged your other breast. she teased her teeth against your skin and urged you to arch further into her, free hand dipping into the curve of your back as she kissed along your chest to pay the other side attention.

"niks, baby..."

the mention of her favourite nickname pulled her head from your chest, inquisitive puppy eyes staring up at you. heaving breaths left her swollen lips and she continued to let her hands trail around your back, gently massaging your hips whilst tugging at the back of your shorts in a needy manner.

"please baby,"

she murmured, head moving towards your neck once more to trail kisses down your pulse point and along your collarbone, internally grinning when you pushed her closer at the feeling of her lips sucking marks into your skin.

"molim- trebam te. želim te osjetiti, moja cura, da?"

nika began rambling in croatian whilst she nuzzled her nose into your upper chest, placing kisses between every other word and pulling you closer to show her desperation.

"da, mala- da."

your immediate response in her mother tongue made nika swell with pride at how good of a language tutor she was proving to be, quick kisses being placed down your torso before she effortlessly flipped you onto your back and positioned her body between your legs.

"nika,"

you whined as she continued to trail her hands aimlessly, her head popping up from your stomach in concern.

"shorts off and stay up here. želim te poljubiti."

your dirty talk transitioning into croatian made her groan audibly, hands pawing at your shorts and underwear after she seeked one last look of approval before tearing them off and throwing them behind her carelessly. breathing laboured as she leaned in to kiss you passionately, your hands tangled into her hair and she pushed her hips down, cursing against your mouth as she felt you throb against her.

"jebi bebu. needing me, huh?"

her croatian accent making a strong appearance when she switched back to english made your hips buck into her as you eagerly nodded your head with a whine, eyes boring into hers whilst she wore a smirk. nika grinned and leaned in to kiss you softly, digits tracing the outline of your body as she trailed them along your hipbone and towards your centre, gasping into your mouth once she felt how wet you were.

"god, it's been so long since i've had you like this."

you almost whimpered in response to her voice mumbling against your lips, all thoughts of everything and anything else being cut off when nika dipped a finger into your arousal and pulled it out to rub circles over your clit. your eyes closed in pleasure as the croatian rested her forehead against yours, watching your facial expressions intently with pride bubbling up through her at the soft moans you were beginning to let out.

"niks,"

you murmured whilst reaching up for a kiss, nika gladly reciprocating passionately as she hummed in response for you to continue. her fingers didn't let up, placing more pressure by the second before dipping into your arousal to tease.

"i need you inside me baby."

the brunette groaned with her eyes shutting in pleasure, the buck of your hips pushing her back into the moment as she pressed a finger into you. nika slowly thrusted in a steady rhythm as she prepared you for a second finger (knowing you wouldn't be able to finish no matter how deep her singular long digit was able to reach) whilst she continued to rub her thumb over your sensitive clit and kiss along your neck.

she revelled in the soft moans of her name you were letting fall from your lips, hands clutching her bare back and feeling the way her shoulder would move or flex as she thrusted as you groaned in response. you took the opportunity to feel her toned body once more, hands travelling all over the chiselled muscles she'd earned from hours in the gym and shamelessly squeezing where you felt them flex as she slowly sunk a second finger into you.

"that's it ljubav. takin' me so well- that's it, good fuckin' girl."

"nika, god..."

you trailed off into a breathless moan as your girlfriend perked her head up to level yours at the mention of her name, smiling proudly as you returned the grin and moved a hand to pull her into a sweet kiss. the croatian gradually picked up her pace and swallowed your moans with ease, watching the way your body responded to every twitch of her fingers as she slowly began rubbing them against your g-spot with every thrust.

"baby!"

you yelled out in surprise, hips bucking into hers as she continued to abuse your cunt. your nails raked down her back to feel the muscles flexing as she fucked you, eyes momentarily closing in pleasure whilst her back arched into you at the feeling of your fingertips trailing down her spine, both of you now chest to chest with your hand pulling her forehead to your own to maintain the intimacy and keep her close.

"so beautiful, sound so pretty for me. good girl."

you whined in response to her praise with your nails digging into her shoulderblades, relishing in the quiet moans she let out as her fingers continued to pleasure you skillfully.

"god you feel so good princess,"

with your heads pressed together, nika nudged your shoulder to prompt you into opening your eyes and keeping them locked on her own, knowing how much you loved eye contact. the croatian continued her deep strokes as you saw her shoulder moving rapidly in the corner of your eye, your body jolting up and down with the force she was using to drive you into an orgasm. matching smiles grew on your faces as your moans picked up in frequency and volume, nika watching in awe and bringing her other hand down to stimulate your clit.

"gonna be my wife, watching every one of my games courtside. gonna give you everything you've ever wanted, win trophies for you, take you to award ceremonies, walk fuckin' red carpets with you. all that shit- i'm doin' it with you."

"yeah niks- as long as it's with you, that's all that matters."

the point guard pulled you into a passionate kiss as she felt you tighten around her fingers, gently coaxing you through your high and continuing her thrusts to help you ride it out with soft praises whispered into your ear, lips scattering kisses all over your body. your hands dug into her muscular back and eventually relaxed, still keeping a grip as you calmed down to have one final feel of her muscles that she sadly never showed off.

"good job baby, did so well for me. such a good girl."

she whispered against your lips whilst leaving soft kisses every so often, both of you breathing heavily and calming down from the heated moment as she slowly pulled out, apologising for the discomforted whine that escaped you but immediately making up for it when she licked your arousal off her fingers.

"you're gonna be the death of me one day."

"wouldn't be a bad way to go, huh?"

"shut up and stop being so cocky."

you shoved her shoulder lightly as she mocked offense, sitting up to be hovering above you on her knees the same way she was when she took her shirt off earlier.

"can you blame me? i've got my girl feelin' me up and whenever i look in the mirror i see these guns. don't think i didn't feel those sneaky touches baby."

"shut up! you never let me touch them any other time- stop doing that!"

she started flexing her muscles in all the poses she could think of, pulling cocky faces to elicit a laugh from you as you shoved her stomach lightly to get her to stop, the croatian laughing with you. you shared a sweet kiss before she picked you up, wrapping your legs around her waist and bringing you to your shared bed before setting you down on the edge.

"what you needin'? food, water, a bath?"

she listed options of aftercare as she kneeled down in between your legs, relishing in the way your hands tangled into her hair when she peppered kisses along your naked form.

"just need you niks."

"you sure?"

"m'sure."

you pulled her up with a smile as you got comfortable on the bed, pushing into her arms when she opened them for you and ensuring your bodies were as close as possible whilst you drifted off into sleep together, no doubt going to dream about finally marrying the love of your life.

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 2 months

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Crinkled Polaroids

Ex-boyfriend!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Hi my lovelies, Lia here and I'd just like to say that this took so long and so much effort, I really poured my heart out on this one and I hope it goes well. Recently my biggest heartbreaks are the "What ifs", what if you two worked it out? Would things be different? Would Simon have the life you've dreamed for the both of you and the one he's been deprived of?

You might be asking me "Lia, what's up with all the angsty content recently, aren't you a fluff dedicated blog?" Well I feel ill, I just got off an extremely busy week and most of my drafts have been never ending angst because I lost ideas of a domestic fam with Simon but I still need to get something out for you guys okay? A random bedtime scenario written down at 3am and for the rest of my midnights during a photoshoot and exam week, what could go wrong?

I'm still waiting on what my beloved @connorsui's review has to say 👀

Disclaimers/Warnings: This is not proofread, also ANGST.

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A relationship with Simon Riley going south, at first it started great as most relationships do with several minor bumps due to his past but no big deal right?

But Simon distances himself, more than what's healthy and yes, you do give him his space but there's only little time until closing and distancing off for a while could turn into something like neglect.

Little things like "I love you"s, "thank you"s and every verbal affirmation that you used to think you could cling onto was now non-existent, it hurts but isn't as hurtful when he refuses to touch you.

Back hugs you give would only give you a cold shrug in return, kisses you left were on cold chapped lips that remain still. At this point, you were better off loving someone dead.. then again, aren't you already doing so?

The life you've imagined for the both of you cease to fade in your head as the true reality of the man you love sets in, that dumb idea your younger self who had rose tinted glasses had to actually settle down with someone in such a short period of time of a few years.

You felt so unappreciated, it seemed like no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him to see you. You felt cheated of the relationship you were supposed to have with him when you see others with the one you love and how he acts around everyone except you. You felt like nothing but a chore to him, an occasional fuck who cleans his home.

Then again, this is a broken man, you felt entitled to ask such a thing of him when he himself is also just healing from what his past had caused.

In Simon's eyes, he was doing you a favor, fucked up in his part thinking hurting you is the best way to save you from himself. It worked, that's what he wanted.. right?

So you leave, it was best for the both of you anyway right? Simon deserves someone who could actually make him happy and you deserve to feel loved in a relationship. Simon's life was a mess, truly, but he didn't realize how much more of a mess it was without you.

Coming home to an empty shell of a house, nothing to look forward to. He found himself almost on the brink of insanity, moving things all over his own home as if you were still there.

Always finding himself staring at that one wornout and creased polaroid of you and him, you were a silly one huh? A hobby of yours that left so much proof of your existence.

Begging him to be in a picture, bribing him with a kiss. Slightly smudged and distorted but still legible pen ink at the back as he flips the flimsy piece of thick, shiny paper.

Keep him safe for me, Ghost.

- Your favorite girl <3

You always thought of him as Simon and Ghost as just an alter ego, a mask that he needs to wear in order to stomach the violence that comes with his occupation.

You were the only one who can differentiate these two people. Tears started to form in his eyes but he blinks it away and shoves the polaroid back in his wallet.

He only started noticing changes when Johnny points out that he's become stone cold, a lot more silent, though he was known to be a ghost.. a shadow.. it wasn't like him to not even try to light up his mood with his dark jokes.

Everytime Simon thinks he gets over the pain, there's always one thing in that stupid house that reminded him of you. You weren't there but it sure felt like that you haunted every corner of the house and his mind.

Whether that'd be something you gifted him or an item of yours left behind, especially when the two of you shared moments with those items, oftentimes Simon tries to relive those, preserve his fading memory of your face.

This is what happens when the decisions you make have consequences on the one that your world revolves around.

A few years down this lane, nothing has changed for Simon, at some part of this never ending low point in his life he was under substance abuse.. alcohol to be specific, since to him it was easier. In concern of his captain, he did get help for it to which had progress.

Ghost kept it together, "today was a day to celebrate Gaz" he thought, blowing out the nicotinic smoke and flicking the ash off his cigarette after.. he knew Ghost's thing was more of a "let's drink and play pool in a pub" rather than a sit-down dinner kind of guy but Kyle insisted.

He thought about how awkward it was, although Ghost felt like he knew Kyle's family just from the lovesick fool himself who would never shut up, always finding a way to talk about his wife and their two kids.

After another puff, he throws the cigarette butt on the pavement and grinds the sole of his shoe over it, the soft hiss for the cigarette evoking, proving it was put out.

Simon walked a few blocks till stopping at the Sergeant's described location, his footsteps made smooth, satisfying taps on the wood floorboards of the porch and he knocks.

Price took liberty of being the one to open the door for Simon because the family was busy, Simon walked through the front door with ease, seeing Johnny somewhat interacting with a kid.

He was welcomed by the a cozy looking space, it was homey and clearly occupied, the shoes lined up on the shoe rack next to the door from the largest pair to the tiniest which was such a far contrast from his empty gloomy apartment.

The kid caught glimpse of Simon, they run up to him and take his hand to guide him into the living room as of to welcome him before bringing back their attention to Johnny and somewhat messing with his stubby mohawk.

The lieutenant observed his surroundings, the little toys and picture frames hung around the house, for a moment his heart drops to his stomach, he blinks thinking he must've been imagining things. Simon walked closer to it, he wasn't imagining it.. that was you, in a wedding dress, in the photo with Kyle.

You looked glowing.. as if you've never looked better in your life, that heart stopping smile on your face, the flowery bouquet on your hands. The green of stems highlight the precious metal band on your finger. Of all the people, places and time, why here? Why now? Why Kyle..?

For a few seconds, just a few when Simon thought his nerves and gut settled, he heard the sweetest voice that was all he knew.

He forgot what it sounded like, the effect it had on him, all too overwhelming for a man who tried desperately to run away from the consequences of his actions. I guess that saying that once you don't hear someone's voice as frequently, you start to forget what they sound like.

For once, the ringing in his ear is gone. Just your voice, all he needed, he closed his eyes for a few soaking in the fact that you're here. For a moment he forgets to take into account that you weren't his. You and Simon make eye contact, the smile on your face drops as soon as you realize who is in your home.. who your husband invited..

Dinner came around, you tried your best to stomach the food you made, every swallow was a challenge. You spent most of your time staring at the food below you, afraid to even spare a glance at Simon. He was as uneasy as you were, telling the group he had to go to the bathroom as an excuse to explore what you now view as your home. The place you built your family together with your husband.

Simon uses the stealth he was known for to sneak in all the rooms, starting with the closest, the kitchen. The pictures on the fridge were enough to catch his attention, polaroids were something he was all too familiar with. Photos of the kids littered on the cold metal box with magnets others were of you and Kyle.

Everywhere he glances was proof of the life you built, the life you could've had together if he hadn't taken you for granted. Simon returned to the table a few minutes later, you easily notice the sudden drop of his mood to solemn.

Constantly closing his eyes, the lieutenant's head was spinning, taking in the fact that Garrick was able to settle down with you in those few years, the same amount of time you'd been together and you both were never close to achieving what you had now.

The night ended with the mens' satisfied stomachs while you and Kyle play-fight about who gets to do the dishes. As all of them were about to leave, you gathered what little guts you had to at least try to talk to Simon as he's the last one out the door, away from the ears of your husband who's currently doing the dishes because the last thing you'd want is to ruin their friendship.

"Goodbye Si.."

Simon never thought he'd hear that nickname out of your lips ever again, he stopped, his feet felt like they were sinking on the ground. Before he knew it, Simon was back on your porch, squeezing you so tight. You tried to pull away but he only held tighter, head rested on your shoulder.

"One last, lovie.. please.." you sigh, your arms wrapping around him, you tried your best to sooth him as your palm runs up and down his back. You felt the sleeve of your shirt getting damp, Simon didn't cry often, but this was different. It wasn't silent at all like you were used to, he was straight up sobbing.

Simon pulled back slowly, you saw his puffed up and flushed face against his pale skin. You felt bad for Simon however what happened is what happened and you were content where you were no matter how much pain the past brings you.

Simon knows you're happy, he sees it, he cups your cheek with his hand. He was about to lean in and kiss your forehead like he always used to but he stops himself.

He wanted to be selfish, he wanted you again but he can't do that to Kyle and he knows this would only upset you so just like before, with a heavy heart he leaves.

Simon will forever let that sink into his heart, the only one he's ever love will forever be engrained in his mind. You will always be his favorite girl..

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yestrday · 5 months

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hihi! may i suggest the 2nd years’ reaction to a teasing but easily flustered darling? they’re like a mix of a hiyakasudere (teasedere) and a dandere. long story short, it’s kinda like “oooo you want to kiss me so bad aha” to “WAIT WHY ARE YOU GETTING SO CLOSE” kinda thingy + don’t forget to take care of yourself! don’t forget to drink water and get some rest! :)

hoooly shit this has been in my drafts for so long and i finally had a sudden spark of inspiration to finally finish it. i'm so sorry anon you've waited a terribly long time

now, for the moments where your yandere harem is not-so-yandere and relatively normal-looking

you might like: yan! academy genshin second years

you thought that you'd get to share a nice lunch with your dear friend albedo after he invited you to a nice secluded spot for the both of you to spend lunch together. the food was definitely nice— this is albedo we're talking about after all— but you couldn't help but find yourself pouting. all he had been doing all lunch was sketch away at his papers.

hmph. you think. shouldn't he give me a bit of his attention?

hoping to sneak some sort of reaction out of him, you inch closer to his drawings. he’s never had a problem with you looking at his unfinished work and yet his strong but gentle hand reach out and firmly root you to your position. “don’t move,” he mutters. and then a long period of silence follows, but this time his eyes study every inch of your face and body.

"don't you think you're starin' at me a bit too much?" you croon, flashing one of your mischievous grins at the ever stoic student with the hope of alleviating some of the awkardness you feel. "someone might think you have a crush on me.”

“maybe i do,” he hums. “what about it?” it’s so nonchalant that it’d pass through anyone’s ears as a joke, but you’re so hyper-aware of everything right now that the blush starts rising to your cheeks, gaping at him with an open mouth.

“wh– what?!” you hate how squeaky your voice is.

“oh nothing,” he resumes back to his sketching before he gives you a glance over and smirks at you. “don’t you think you’re blushing too much? someone might think you have a crush on me.”

“a– albedo!”

no one knows how xiao lets you get away with how overly touchy you are. you’re not exactly what they’d imagine to be hanging around xiao. you smile too much, flirt and tease with people, and you drag the boy around to places almost embarassing to be seen at. but xiao follows anyway. one moment he’ll go: “hmph. and why should i?” but when you pout and just whine about going with another boy, he’s immediately latching onto your arm.

you’re aware of how differently xiao treats you and to be honest, you’re a little bit smug. you like to exert your power over him time to time. pushing a little too close or trailing your fingers up his surprisingly toned muscles just to tease him.

“you’re shameful,” he’d huff and look away, but you’re delighted at how his porcelain face turns into a bright cherry shade and continue teasing him anyway.

xiao is aware of this power you have over him, but he doesn’t stop you. he likes this warm and fluttery feeling you overwhelm him with. still, it’d be nice if he could change the tables for a moment and make you stutter and blush instead.

this musing of his is shelved away in his mind until an impromptu study date comes up. poring over your textbooks for the upcoming quiz, you snack away on some nuts to help you concentrate. when xiao looks up, he sees some crumbs on you’re too focused to notice. absentmindedly, he reaches over the table and slides a finger to wipe away the crumbs. you take this the wrong.

“wh- what are you doing?!” you squeak, face blaring red. “we’re studying, you know!”

he hushes you. “hold still.”

he brings the finger to his mouth and licks up the food, confused at your shock and embarassment but no questioning it. he sits back down and resumes his studies while you spend the rest of the session covering your face with a book and fanning your face. xiao remains ever oblivious as he focuses on passing the test, unaware that his wish has already been granted.

kazuha takes your flirtatious advances seriously, because well, romance and love must be taken seriously. somewhere in the back of his mind he can sense that you’re just joking... still, let kazuha delude himself for a tiny bit.

all flirty remarks of yours are responded with sincere and genuine exclamations of love which has you blushing and running away with every encounter with him. you don’t even know why you bother anymore, but perhaps it’s the urge to see the ever so calm and serene kazuha lose his composure because of you.

it’s for the sake of blushy kazuha! you pump yourself up before pushing open the classroom doors. the boy idles by the window sill, away from the chatter of your classmates. your presence immediately has him perking up and smiling at you from across the room. you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

be still, be confident. you’re gonna get him today!

“hi kazu~” you grin, sauntering over to him with brimming confidence. “your most favorite person is here!” you open your mouth, planning to pour out another set of cheesy pick-up lines and compliments, but kazuha reacts quicker.

“indeed, you are here right now,” he says in nigh reverence. he takes a stray lock from your hair and twirls it around his finger. “i’ve missed you over the weekend, you know?” he kisses it and smiles at you. the morning sun lights his face aglow, and the wind brushing past the window makes his hair flutter along with your heart. “oh, [your name]? you’re redder than a maple leaf.”

steam puffs out of your ears at being called out, and you stumble back, glaring at him. “i-i’ll get you one day, kazu! i swear i will!” and when you make a tactical retreat, kazuha only laughs to himself before fondly kissing the finger that held your lock of hair so tenderly.

you honestly thought that thoma would be the easily flustered type, but he's really not. it's always the same reaction out of him: you flirt, he stops, stares, and his lips crack into a brilliant yet amused smile. your charms, that have flawlessly worked on both me and women, are received like an elder brother witnessing their sibling's antics.

it makes your blood boil! really! the audacity of this guy to just shrug off your remarks when you're already growing desperate to get a reaction out of him! you up your charisma, bat your lashes more, but no, nada! it makes you a bit insecure— juuuust a little. is your allure starting to wane?

you're sulkily poking at your lunchbox, too caught up with your little dilemma to actually eat. thoma notices from across you, and his brows pinch together in concern as he regards your expression.

"is everything okay, [your name]?" he asks softly, placing a gentle hand on yours to let you know he's there. "you don't seem to have an appetite today. is the lunchbox i made not up to your liking?"

you might be sulking, but archon forbid you make thoma think his cooking wasn't up to standard! you frantically shake your head, before settling down and letting out a sigh.

"thoma~" you let out a whine, grasping his hand on yours with both of yours. you pout as prettily as you can, letting the lips you meticulously glossed this morning do their job, bat your lashes, and doing everything and anything you can in your power to turn it up a hundred times more. "be honest with me. do you find me pretty at all?"

his eyes widen at the question. "o– of course, i do, [your name]! there's no one in this school who doesn't find you attractive." something dark flickers in his eyes for a moment as he mutters lowly. "believe me."

that shadow disappears as soon as it comes, and squeezes your hands reassuringly. "more than just being attractive, i like you for who you are." his soft green eyes crease downward in a fond look, and you think your heart is racing a hundred miles per second. "i'm here with you, aren't i?"

you do your utmost best to respond, but your tongue fails you. your brain has short-circuited, and you can barely hear anything than the pounding of your heart and the muffled worried calls of your name. you slump in your seat, steam coming out of your brain and dizzy from the heartburn. you are defeated at your game.

there are advantages and disadvantages to flirting with the scaramouche. when you shoot him one of your teasing remarks or sidle a bit too close to his side, the people around you look at you like you're crazy.

and you are. you're crazy obsessed with his reactions, how sardonic and dry-humor they are but so cute and feisty. so what if his glares keep getting scarier and scarier, if his lips curl up in a sneer whenever he sees you. you don't waste a single moment in trying to get a reaction out of him!

"hey, scara~♪" your head pops out from the corner while he's busy with his locker, and glances at you before resuming with his work. "you're as cute as ever as always!"

"and i can see that you still insist on being annoying," he says plainly, before slamming his locker shut and fixing you with his signature dirty glare. "when will you stop bothering me, or do i have to put up with your nonsense until graduation?"

"only if you'll have me~"

"idiot," he scoffs. "to be disturbing me like this day in and day out. you have some nerve, [last name]. are you really that keen on breaking my peace? or—" he studies your face carefully, before a smug smile breaks out on his lips. "are you really that obsessed with me?"

your mind blanks out at the sudden accusation and you can feel the heat rising in your face. "o–obsessed with you? don't be absurd! i– you– you're not the only one, you know! don't get too full of yourself." your face reddens further as his smirk only grows, and you stomp your foot childishly. "believe me!"

"tut, tut, [last name]. you won't get further in this society if you wear your hearts on a sleeve like that. but don't worry." he lifts your chin up with a slender finger, and as much as that knowing grin of his is humiliating, you can't help but appreciate how alluring the expression is on him. "since you're so obsessed with me, i don't mind letting a commoner like you live under my care when the time calls for it."

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere x reader #genshin fluff #yandere albedo #yandere xiao #yandere kazuha #yandere thoma #yandere scaramouche #yester.au — academy 📓#yester.writes

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˚ ❀ giving skz flowers ❀˚

{ot8!skz x gn!reader}

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a/n: i'm back yall!! this has been in my drafts for a long time, and i just had to complete it. i had thought of this idea during a late night, and couldn't get it out of my head, so i obviously had to write a fic on it hehe, enjoy!!

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bang chan:

you're getting ready for a date night with chan. looking at yourself in the mirror, you admire you frilly white dress that hugs your figure beautifully. chan arrives at your place and texts you that he's waiting you for outside. you answer him and tell him to wait for you while you finish getting ready, smiling to yourself, excited about your little surprise for him.

with a bouquet of beautiful english roses, that are an elegant shade of light pink, behind your back you exit your room and head to where chan is. he stands up when he sees you, eyes going soft with wide smile on his face. you're excited to see his reaction to the surprise you bought him. you notice a slight look of confusion in his expression, and see his eyes wondering to what you are hiding. "i have a surprise for you..." you state and present the flowers to him with proud expression on your face.

chan smile brightly and giggles since he's taken back from your unexpected action.

"for me? you really didn't have to y/n. thank you!" chan gladly takes the flowers from your hands and engulfs you in a warm hug.

"i just wanted to give you flowers for once," you say while hugging your now hysterical boyfriend back.

"aww well, i love them and i will treasure them for forever" chan says happily. chan did treasure them, he never threw them away. when they started to whither, he pressed them and kept them as decorations to display on his desk.

minho:

your boyfriend minho is your savior. he doesn't mind cleaning up around your shared apartment, and he also enjoys cooking for you both on late nights when you're too tired to even stand. so what better way to surprise him then by cleaning up the kitchen and rest of the apartment on your day off?

your boyfriend already does so much so for you, that you wanted to have him come home to a pleasant surprise, and some pretty white tulips which are one of minho's favorite flowers to gift to you.

after a long few hours of non-stop cleaning, a visit to the local flower shop and a nice long shower, you stand by the door ready to greet minho. once the ringing of keys hits your ears, you stand tall and watch your boyfriend come back from work. minho looks at you with his mouth wide open. tire eyes turn bright and lively at the sight of you. words cannot come out of him for a good second while he admires the tidy state of the apartment, and the tulips held by a gorgeous girl.

"you did all of this and got me flowers?" he asks, and hugs you dearly.

"i did it for you, i know how hard you work.." you say shyly as minho continuously showers you with kisses on your face.

"i will treasure this moment forever y/n."

changbin:

you have been in a long distance relationship with changbin for many months now. you only get to see each other for around a month every 4 months, so obviously you miss his presence dearly. there have been many late night chats where you each plan out your future dates. movie dates, shopping dates, beach dates and lazy at home dates, you guys have covered them all.

when you board the plane, you take out the origami flowers you carefully created out of your carry on to make sure they look nice and presentable for changbin. every late night talk he mentions on gifting you flowers, you just had to surprise with something of your own as well.

when the plane lands, origami flowers in your pockets, you exit the plane and look in the crowd of people in the airport. you skim the crow for a familiar face, and you find him. changbin's smiling with a sign in the shape of a heart with your name on it and bouquet of red roses. you rush to him and engulf each other in a long hug.

"these are for you, baby" he says and hand you the flowers. you pause for a moment and rummage through your pockets and present him with bright pink origami flowers. he smiles brightly and thanks you just a little too loudly.

"y/n, these will never leave my side. i love you!" he says.

hyunjin:

hyunjin shows a lot of his affections for you through small and thoughtful gifts and actions. he often surprises you with matching couple's rings, little sketches he made while thinking of you and beautiful flowers every so often.

tonight however, to show your gratitude towards him, you were going to surprise him on your next date by giving him flowers. however, you wanted to give them to hyunjin in a special and creative way. you know that hyunjin loves to draw pieces that are inspired and related to you, so you will surprise him by asking him to draw pretty red and pink carnations.

"hyunjin, baby?" you ask while stepping into his room while he's getting ready to paint.

"yes?" he asks without glancing at you.

"could you paint these for me?" you say while displaying the flowers you had gotten just a few moments ago. hyunjin, baffled by what you want him to paint, look at your direction and is surprised by your lovely surprise.

he gives you a little side stare, as if he knows what you are doing. "are these for me?" hyunjin asks the obvious. you nod excitingly and your boyfriend gladly takes them from you and inhales their fresh scent. "i love them, and yes i will paint them!!"

fast forward to many months later, the beautiful painting of those red and pink carnations, is now part of the decoration of the new house you and hyunjin moved into while being newlyweds.

jisung:

it's jisung's birthday and you wanted to surprise him with something special. for your birthday he gifted you a wonderful tiffany ring that you have never taken off since. you decide to reciprocate your love for your adorable and loving jisung in the manifestation of the perfect gift.

you know your boyfriend loves to create music and he is either always in his studio or attached to your hip, no in-betweens. jisung had mentioned to you a few months ago that there's a new guitar he had been wanting to buy but he'd have to save up a lot for it. little does he know that you have been sneakily saving up for his birthday present for many moths now. with the guitar purchased, a smile illuminating your pretty face, you head to the flower shop to find some white tulips.

jisung had always given you flowers for your birthday, and you decided you will follow this tradition by giving him flowers as well. you surprise him at the studio on the morning of his birthday, and the look on his face is so precious. you wish this moment can stay engraved into your eyes, his bright smile and shocked face always makes you smile.

"happy birthday baby!" you say, while handing him his presents. "you really didn't have to darling. thank you so so much, i love all of it. i will treasure these gifts forever!" he says while embracing you.

months later, and both the guitar and pressed flowers have never left his studio, as a reminder of you when you aren't there with him.

felix:

your boyfriend felix is quite literally the definition of sunshine. no one smiles and laughs brighter than him. and no one's presence makes you feel all warm like his.

felix has been wanting to have a fun date with you ever since your exams have finished. you both have been so busy with school, you haven't been able to enjoy special time together. for special dates like these, you know he will surprise you with flowers. it's always a new kind of flower, of course. a few weeks ago it was red roses, 2 months ago was baby pink tulips, and the list continues. you have been wanting to do something special for felix and you decide to steal one of his maneuvers.

you decide to buy him sunflowers, as they seem to embody him nicely. you smile to yourself, wondering what his reaction to you gesture will be. will he smile brightly? will he laugh and giggle?

you're about to find out soon as he is knocking on the door, waiting for you to open it just before heading off to your date. "coming!" you say loudly so he'll hear it. as you open the door, sunflowers in hand, you are greeted with the sight of daisies in his. you both do a double glance, and burst into a fit of laughter.

"are these for me?" felix asks, still smiling with a touched expression. you answer with "are those for me?" and tilt you head to the bouquet of daisies.

"thank you y/n, this is the best surprise you could have given me" felix says, accepting his flowers. for the rest of the date he admires them fondly, smile never once fading.

seungmin:

the other night ago, you and seungmin were watching a kdrama. it was one of your favorites and you had been raving about it so much to your boyfriend that he agreed to rewatch it with you. one of the scenes showed the woman giving the man a pretty bouquet of flowers. "why would she give him a bouquet?" seungmin questions out loud.

"why not? that's such a cute thing to do. i think you're just sad cause you haven't received a bouquet" you say while looking at his expression. seungmin did not answer you, he looked deep in thought and you realize that your joking comment was actually true. you realize that you have never once given him one, while you've received almost 15 from him. now, you are on a mission to surprise him with one, and you know just how to do it.

you both have scheduled a cute date at a fancy restaurant. you went out of your way to purchase him a pretty bouquet of assorted flowers in various shades of purple, and hid them temporarily in your closet to surprise him with at your shared apartment before you both left. "are you ready y/n" he questions while laying down lazily on the couch. you enter the room all pretty with the bouquet in hand to give to him. to your surprise there's not a really surprised reaction on his face, it's happy but not surprised. "these are for you seungie" you say.

"next time, you have to be better at hiding your surprises, i found these immediately" he says playfully with a smile and taking them into his hands. you slap him gently on the shoulder, "you could've at least acted surprised you know" you say. all he does is smile and gives you a sweet peck on the forehead, "i love these, thank you sweetheart"

jeongin:

jeongin has been feeling quite down lately and you know the reason why. he has been trying his best, staying up late and working for hours on a big assignment that is worth 25% of his grade. normally, this would not be as big of a deal, however the professor of the course hates jeongin for absolutely no reason.

you've done all you can to comfort and cheer him on, even contemplating on confronting the professor for acting unprofessional. you rack your brain on what you can do to cheer him up, on your walk to your shared apartment on campus, until you pass by a flower shop.

you recall a late night conversation you've had with jeongin just a few days ago. you both talked about your favorite flowers, he had mentioned pale pink peonies are his. your eyes catch them on the display window of the shop, without missing a beat you step foot in and purchase a bouquet of them. you arrive home and call out for your boyfriend. you're not surprised when you see him slumped on his desk eyes not leaving his computer.

"hey baby" he greets you, eye leaving the screen and now faces the pretty flowers being presented to him. his hand reaches to cover his mouth in surprise and he looks at you. "i wanted to surprise you, i know it won't help with your assignment, but just know i'm always by your side jeongin".

he gladly accepts the flowers, and showers you with kisses and a warm hug. "thank you so much y/n, these will help motivate me!" he says mid hug.

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twig-tea · 3 months

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With 23.5 finally coming out, the people are rejoicing at finally getting a high profile gl from GMMTV. But there have already been several gls airing this year, including my fav TsukuTabe, that have been flying under the radar with fandom, and in general there are more gls already out there than folks seem to think. I just know you have a list of all the gls we should be watching, please share with the class!

Thank you for the ask! How did you know I had a draft of GL recs to make at some point? [Trick question, I mentioned it to you.]

It may seem like I'm out here hating on GL because i've made a couple of negative reviews of recently airing series recently (Love Senior and Chaser Game W in case you're curious) but I actually have lots of GL that I love and that I wish were better known! Thanks for sending this ask so I am inspired to actually finish it! I've limited myself to series so that I could keep the list and this post to a reasonable length. Where possible I've listed where you can find each of these and included a link. And I've included an 'elevator pitch' summary but I am NOT in marketing for a reason, so please don't roast me too hard for my terrible comparisons. Alright, enough waffling!

Twig's GL Rec List

She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat S1 & 2 (Japan, 2022 & 2024, both seasons fansubbed by @furritsubs; if you need help accessing this show feel free to DM me!)

Elevator pitch: Our Dining Table with lesbians and an even slower burn. Watch for beautiful food, acespec rep, mental health and therapy rep

What might turn some off: Extremely low heat, and quite slow-moving; warning for a disordered eating and family trauma plot (v gently handled)

Let's start with the one you've already mentioned. This is a heartwarming slice-of-life slow burn in which an autismspec-coded woman who likes to eat is invited by her neighbour, a femme acespec woman who loves to cook, to come and eat her food. It starts from a very practical place (when you love making food you need someone to help eat it), but their relationship grows as they spend more time together. The story follows them as they both move towards self-actualization in several ways: as a lesbian, as asexual, at work, with their families, with their friends, with each other. This show is so careful to say the important words aloud. And there is so much delicious cooking! Each episode highlights a particular recipe, and the food porn is real. Do not watch while hungry, but definitely watch. The found famiy vibes in this one one are also immaculate.

She Makes My Heart Flutter (Korea, 2022, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: Younger lesbian friend group tries to help out (slightly) older lesbian bar owner with mixed success. I can't think of a good BL equivalent, The Moment Since feels the closest with its similar bartender/patron romance

What might turn some off: Comedic tone; short runtime; struggles with being closeted

This is a gem of a miniseries about a bar owner and an interior designer who smoulder at one another while an intrepid group of younger bar regulars (including the bar owner's neice) meddle. This series is really cute, solid, and full of sapphics! Once again found family vibes are immaculate (you may sense a theme in my faves). Run don't walk.

Fragrance of the First Flower (Taiwan, 2021, GagaOOLala)

Elevator pitch: Right-person-wrong-time/second chance romance; tonally is a little like We Best Love 2: Fighting Mr. 2nd but with an ambiguous ending.

What might turn you off: Medium heat, second chance romance means they break up once, internalized homophobia, adultery/cheating, at one point there's a creepy dude, child with autism (depicted well), ambiguous ending

At its core this is a story of a woman who can't stop getting in the way of her own happiness. This series is a little more sad than the rest of this rec list but I couldn't not include it because this relationship is so poignant. Plus there's a s2 that supposedly is to come out in 2024 so maybe we'll get our happy ending after all?

Love Greater Than or Equal to 70 Degrees C (Korea, 2019, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: Ingredients but with lesbians staring at one another over beautiful tea pairings! What more could you ask for?

What might turn you off: Low heat; short runtime; ambiguous ending; like Ingredients this is essentially a long ad for the café it's filmed at.

This is a Korean miniseries about passionate tea sommeliers making really fancy tea while staring at one another a LOT. Perfect sapphic representation, 10/10 no notes. This one packs a lot of the drama tropes into its short runtime, so even though it's short it's full of butterfly-inspiring moments.

Sleep With Me (Philippines, 2022, GagaOOLala/iWantTFC/Netflix w/VPN set to Philippines)

Elevator pitch: The Truth About Cats and Dogs but the self esteem issues are handled without catfishing. BL equivalent: Hmmm. Closest I can think of is Gaya Sa Pelikula.

What might turn you off: There's some ableism (treated as such) in this show; Open ending.

Stellar GL between a late night radio DJ and an insomniac who listens to her show. One of the main couple is a wheelchair user and the show tackles ablelism and navigating disability in relationship as well as feelings of inadequacy in a relationship and how that manifests as interpersonal conflict.

Our Relationship Ended Before it Began (Korea, 2022, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: Along the lines of I Cannot Reach You; the show gives both perspectives and they are held back by queer angst.

What might turn you off: No kiss (but they make it very clear both want to kiss), internalized homophobia

Really sweet miniseries about having a crush and being afraid of being hurt so you don't actually make a move. I really like the way the girl who has not dated a girl before defaults to gender roles and it throws the more experienced lesbian lol I also really like the way this show makes clear that both of them are waiting for a kiss, and that if you get in your head about things, it can get in the way of your own happiness!

Pearl Next Door (Philippines, 2020, Youtube)

Elevator Pitch: Gameboys but with lesbian vloggers.

What might turn you off: Love triangle, lots of teasing but low heat in the end, a lot of (good) conversations about mental health issues, ambiguous ending

This is the GL spinoff to Gameboys, starring Pearl from Gameboys. Pearl ends up being fought over by the two gorgeous women in the gif, an old love and a new. I love the queer friendships in this story as much as the relationships. I will say it's an open ending (that felt a bit like the showrunners didn't want to decide between ships) and definitely the love triangle features prominently but even in the face of these aspects that would normally turn me off a series I had a good time. The characters and interpersonal conflicts feel very real, and are allowed to be complex even when the show tone is comedic.

Dear Uranus (Taiwan, 2021, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: Schoolgirl ensemble GL; a little like My School President but without the singing.

What might turn you off: Short runtime; ambiguous ending; a little bit of bullying; very standard romance trope execution

The first Taiwanese GL miniseries, this series was produced by a Taiwanese lesbian couple (Rabbit & Wolf)! Lots of excellent drama tropes, and incredibly gorgeous women (I think the entire watching audience fell in love with Erol.

Lily Fever (Korea, 2015, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: Complete crack; YYY but with more kissing and frankly an even less coherent story.

What might turn you off: The lack of coherent plot; less a romance and more a very thirsty lesbian kissing everyone she can

This miniseries is utter chaos. Nothing really makes sense, it's all just random excuses to cause very suggestive moments (and kissing) to happen. I love so much how this series depicts women being so absolutely thirsty for one another (and yes that date isn't a typo, this series is ~9 years old). Not an "happy ever after" ending but it really isn't that kind of story.

Chasing Sunsets (Philippines, 2020, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: Ocean Likes Me with lesbians. Resort romance with a mental health twist.

What might turn you off: Some of the mental health stuff gets intense, this was filmed in 2020 so the pandemic features heavily; hopeful but slightly ambiguous ending.

A complex story from the Philippines covering mental health and finding yourself. A woman shows up to a resort and befriends one of the women running the resort. They get closer as they spend time together, and the resort owner realizes something is off. There's also a BL side couple in this series.

Show Me Love (Thai, 2023, YouTube)

Elevator pitch: A little like My Day the series with lesbians, in that they work together and fall in love and it's full of tropes

What might turn you off: The advertising for the Miss Grand competition, there is some bullying and cheating (though way less than I was expecting tbh), not a lot actually happens, the editing gets a bit wonky at the end

This is essentially a massive ad for the Miss Grand Thailand competition; this GL was produced by the same company that produces that competition, and the stars are mostly Miss Grand competitors. The main pairing were shipped in the actual competition, and the company decided to make a GL about them. It's very slow paced and low-stakes, and there are better kisses than I expected considering everything I just said about where this show came from. There are a lot of cute moments!

Girlfriend Project (Korea, 2022, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: Love Class with lesbians

What might turn you off: One of the leads is kind of mean in that pgitail-pulling way? It ends abruptly (but happily)

This is a short miniseries about two girls paired in a class that are assigned to "date". The chemistry is chemistrying. And there is a kiss (a good kiss, and a tiptoes kiss at that!). This show also has one of my favourite tropes, in which someone who seems like a pushover stands up for themselves and their partner finds it very attractive. For the record, in this show they are watching another GL by the same company, Love Tech.

Lulu (Philippines, 2022, Vivamax/grey)

Elevator Pitch: Present Perfect with lesbians (but with a better ending).

What might turn you off: Depictions of panic attacks, brief depiction of drowning, pandemic lockdowns, illness, exes, waffling, happy but open ending (which I actually liked for this story)

Two women trying to move on from the garbage in their lives meet at the beach of a B&B (where one saves the other from drowning) and become one another's company during their escape and then something more. They both have baggage that seems determined to keep them apart even as they continue to be drawn together. In the end, they decide to stick it out and see where they end up, with no guarantee of happily ever after, which I found very sweet. Requires either a VivaMax account or searching the grey for it, but it's worth the effort (check MyDramaList comments for suggestions on where to find it). Plus one of the leads has a cactus as a pet.

Welcome to the Lesbian Bar (Korea, 2023, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: A little like Fudanshi Bartender but without the fudanshi bartender and all of the bar patrons are lesbians lol

What might turn you off: Short, can get a little bit preachy, abrupt ending

Cute short series with different very stories every episode as different patrons visit the bar. The stories range from women who have been together for awhile, to people meeting from an online app for the first time, to someone visiting a lesbian bar for the first time; and yet the story all weaves together in a way that's satisfying though ends abruptly. Includes some solid marriage equality propaganda.

GAP the Series (Thai, 2022, YouTube)

Elevator Pitch: Kind of the vibes of Together with Me but lesbians and in an office instead of school. Angry boss falls for charming new intern and

What might turn you off: This one is the highest heat of all these recs; homophobia especially amongst family, brief depictions of death by car, brief mentions of suicide, cheating, bullying, abuse of power in the office.

A list would not be complete without this one! Honestly the plot is a bit wobbly but the show is a lot of fun. The girls are very cute, the feelings and tension builds really well between them, the friend group is excellent, and in the special we get a wedding.

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The rest of these have caveats of one kind or another, but i couldn't leave them off a rec list, so here are the side couples and censored stories that are still worth your time anyway (I might do a separate more detailed post for these, as well as for films, one day if there's interest):

Nevertheless (GL side; Korean, 2021, Netflix) Not sure it's worth watching a whole kdrama for side lesbians? Search soljiwan on youtube. They are great. Even the Netflix account stans them. I watched this (ngl, I watched the SolJiwan cut) as it aired and was constantly braced for it to let us down but it did not! A really good friends-to-lovers story.

Friend Zone 2: Dangerous Area (GL side; Thailand, 2019, YouTube): These sapphics are messy and I love them. Decent conversation about dating someone with mental health issues in this series, and they're one of the only couples in this ensemble to get a happy ending. If you're just watching the lesbian couple (which you can, their story is pretty self-contained) you don't need to have seen s1.

Six Survivors (GL side; Japan, 2022, Viki) This show is a horror comedy and it is SO MUCH FUN. Warning for zombies and blood, but way less than you might think. One of the eponymous 6 survivors is a lesbian who keeps trying to convert them to veganism lol. If you watched Chaser Game W you'll recognize one of the actresses in this, the lead actress is from Kamisama no Ekohiiki, and one of the guys is from the prequel series His as well as I Want to See Only You! And yes there is a kiss. Also a surprising number of Mallrats references. Not for people who can't handle gore or relationships being complicated/not a "true love" story/ambiguous ending.

Kamisama no Ekohiiki (complicated question of is it GL in parts, Japan, 2021, furritsubs once again coming through to save the day) This one is a bit complex because there's bodyswap, but the girl who falls for the bodyswapped boy-in-a-girl's-body is clear that she is only interested in the girl. One of the better bodyswap stories because the bodyswap is not a secret for very long, so instead there's a lot of introspection about what gender means and who/what they are attracted to. Feels wrong to call this GL, necessarily, but it's very queer.

Couple of Mirrors (Censored GL, China, 2021, Viki) Story of a rich girl and her assassin girlfriend. This production did an amazing job getting away with what they could, just don't watch the last five minutes and we've got essentially a happy lesbian family.

Legend of Yunze (Censored GL, China, 2021, @douqi7s) Very cute very low budget xianxia miniseries with two seasons and a special. The special is set in modern times in a future lifetime so if you want a cute censored-but-clearly-a-soulmate-love-story this is the one for you. Don't be thrown off by the weird cuts/abrupt episode endings, that's in line with cdramas in general.

Led Astray by Love (Censored GL, China, 2021, @douqi7s) A very fun and adorable isekai story in which a modern day girl is transported to a wuxia novel setting and has to figure out how to get home, and gets romanced by the princess along the way.

And a few additional links for people who even more content:

My Indian sapphic webseries rec list

My suggestions for content with toms (Thai category that's similar to but not exactly the same as butch lesbians) in response to this post.

This really good GL MyDramaList list (not made by me!) lists what seems to be everything I've mentioned and about 200 more. Even I haven't seen a few of these!

My YouTube playlist of sapphic content: This includes anything I stumble across or find in my searches, a lot of music videos and random shorts as well as some microseries and miniseries that I don't consider GL but are WLW/sapphic in addition to true "GL" content. For serialized content, I add just the first ep. A complete mess, but you can trawl through to find stuff to watch, like Hetero!

SOONOTSUE: The same producers of She Makes My Heart Flutter have other short series on their channel worth checking out; if you liked that one, try Out of Breath!

Shakeshoulder: Thai YouTube producers of very pulpy (read: low budget and dramatic plots) shorts

FuFuKnows: This YouTube channel is owned by a gay Taiwanese couple that produces shorts every week, including some with GL mains and sides. These are very low budget but cover a whole swath of queer themes.

@douqi7s is a godsend providing subtitles for all kinds of content, including sapphic shorts and more series than I've listed here. Check their tumblr for links to all of their content; A Practical Guide to Being a Superstar's Assistant has one of the best setups to giving us great moments in the guise of something else so that they get past censorship I've ever seen; I also recommend The Vampires if you're into genre fiction, as well as Legend of Yunqian if you enjoyed the xianxia parts of Legend of Yunze. @wlwcatalogue did an excellent summary of many of the non-wuxia options here.

Quick pitch for the streaming platform GagaOOLala; it's affordable, has a ton of content, including a whack of GLs (originals, license series, and a ton of shorts), and is run by queer people out of Taiwan who care about good quality queer content being made and having an audience, and using the soft power from those successful series to support social change. And if you can't afford a subscription it's worth checking out what they have for free, they open up temporary free access to some things for various events throughout the year.

In searching for gifs for this post I found fellow tumblr user @drowningparty 's WLW compendium list; they've listed more series and films so check it out if you still need more content!

*wipes sweat off brow* that should be enough to be getting on with, but it's really just the tip of the iceberg! If there's something specific you want to see with sapphics let me know and I can tell you if I know it exists. Anyway, I hope this gives you and everyone else a taste of what all is out there! I of course always want more, I am serious about being a sapphic dragon hoarding every crumb i can get my lizardy hands on, but I do think what we have should also be appreciated more. If I missed one of your faves, please tell me!

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the language of flowers | l.jn

featuring: film director!jeno x artist!reader (no gendered terms), jaemin, chenle and jisung cameos

summary — jeno doesn't speak of his affection in words. instead, he teaches you that the letter "L", in his love language of flowers, is for lavender lozenges, lily of the valleys, lockets and love.

author's note: damn the stars rlly aligned for me to post this one... originally was just gonna let it rot in my drafts but here i am posting it for @strxbrymochi 's bday. happy belated bday ki !! muah ily

You should have been prepared for Jeno to be constantly busy when you started dating him four months ago. But it still comes as a shock to you when Jeno sits you down on a Saturday afternoon, a plate of violet cookies placed in front of you.

"I'm sorry," he begins. The moment the words escape his lips, you know what this is all about. Even so, you keep quiet, allowing him to continue with the apology he's prepared.

"I've been signed on to do a short film, and they want us to do the shooting overseas."

Although you knew it was coming, it still comes as a punch to your gut. Being away from Jeno is hard for you, and you don’t want to let him go.

"Where to?" you ask, the words coming out before you can stop them. It's too late now to tell him to stay, and you curse your brain for being two steps behind your stupid, ever-running mouth.

"London. It's a Victorian era film, they said, about flowers."

You permit yourself a small smile. "You love flowers."

Jeno looks down, nodding once. "Yep."

You reach over, tilting his chin up. "Look at me."

He does, eyes quivering anxiously while he waits for you to speak. You’re always the one talking—rambling—and now that you’re silent, it must scare him. You touch your forehead to his, and you feel him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't be sorry. Go, and enjoy yourself. Pour your soul into it. I'll wait for you to come back, okay? Don't forget me when you're busy working with everyone else."

Jeno lifts up his hand, and you press your palm against his, fingers interlocking with his. "Won't forget you," Jeno mumbles. "I couldn't ever forget you."

You grin, kissing his nose. "I know you wouldn't, silly boy."

—

As Jeno wheels his luggage over the smooth airport floor, he turns to look over at you, shuffling your feet and staring at the ground. He leans over, whispering in your ear, "Blue salvia."

Think of me. It's one of the first flowers that Jeno gave you before you started dating, a secret confession you only learnt about when he finally told you what it meant. Now, it serves as encouragement for you, something to accompany you when Jeno can't.

You smile at him, eyes wide and pensive. "Have a safe flight."

Jeno wraps you into a hug, burying his face in your hair. He doesn't know when he'll get to see you again, and he's not sure if he can survive these months without you. But for both of your sakes, he'll try.

"See you later, alligator."

"In a while, crocodile," you reply, the familiar words a promise between the two of you to weather this storm together.

—

Jeno sits in his seat, flipping his phone in his hand as he waits impatiently for the plane to take off. He tries his best not to look at the time, trying not to count down the seconds in his mind, trying not to keep track of how long it's been since he last saw your face.

An announcement starts to play, asking all passengers on the flight to turn their attention to the flight attendants as they begin the safety briefing. Jeno looks at the flight attendant, but doesn't process the words he's hearing, his mind too focused on the thought of you.

He slips his hand into his pocket, his fingers finding purchase. The plastic crinkles in his palm as he draws the object out, realising that it's a sweet. You told him once that you always have to bring sweets when you’re flying, to suck on in order to prevent your ears from getting blocked.

Jeno has packed the mints you asked him to, but they're in his bag. He swiped the lavender lozenges from your stash that morning, a keepsake to remember you by on the trip. As the pilot announces that the plane is taking off, Jeno pops the sweet into his mouth, the taste of sugar and lavender dissolving on his tongue.

He misses you.

—

Jeno is rudely awakened from his sleep by Jaemin shaking his shoulder. "Good morning," the elder says in a singsong voice, and Jeno's eyes spring open. He casts Jaemin a dirty look, but the latter just grins back at him.

Jeno sighs irritably, getting to his feet and hauling himself out of the bed. His heart's not in it—not in this trip, and maybe not even in the film—and Jaemin knows it.

However, it's not like either of them has a choice. Jaemin liked the script for this film, and Jeno did too. He had plenty of ideas for the film. Despite it being a small project, Jeno believes it can turn out much better than people are expecting it to.

The only issue is that it's not in Korea. It's far away from you, and Jeno needs you in more ways than one. You are his source of comfort and his pillar of strength, but most importantly, you are his muse. Without you, he finds himself unable to function, not knowing which step to take next. Because all he wants to do is find the path that leads back to you, even if it's the worst or stupidest decision he could possibly make.

Longing gnaws at him every day, carving a giant you-sized hole in his chest. He snatches his copy of the script off the table, and Jaemin takes a sweeping glance over the room.

"You've surprisingly tidy for someone who looks like he has zero motivation to keep things organised."

"That's because all of my shit is in my suitcase, so I'm prepared to go back at the shortest notice."

Jaemin rolls his eyes at Jeno's retort, clapping his hands together. "Alright, smartass. Get moving so you won't be the last one to arrive again."

Jeno tugs on his shoes, slipping his hands into his coat and taking an umbrella before getting out of the door.

—

Your takeout arrives earlier than expected, and you suddenly recall that you haven’t checked your mailbox in almost a week. Usually, Jeno's the one who does it, collecting mail while waiting for the elevator to arrive. When Jeno had just left, you had made a conscious effort to check the mailbox every day, but now that it's been almost a month, you’re starting to forget again.

You pick up the takeout box and place the food on the table before exiting again and heading downstairs to check the mailbox.

As per usual, the mailbox is full of bills, although usually the number of letters is much fewer. You mindlessly flip through the envelopes, not paying much attention, until one of the letters catches your eye.

It's sealed with wax, which strikes you as odd—who even uses wax to seal envelopes in this day and age?—and you place it on top of the other letters to examine later.

Upstairs, you neatly place the letters on the dining table for you to settle later on. Then, you turn your attention back to the sleek, cream-coloured envelope, intrigued.

You take a closer look at the wax seal, realising that it's a stamp of a flower bouquet. Could it be from Jeno? you wonder.

It doesn't seem very likely, however. Jeno has never been one for dramatic flair, and the simple yet elegant letter practically screams dramatic. There's only one person you knows that's this dramatic, and it's…

"Donghyuck," you breathe out. One of Jeno's college friends, Donghyuck is the definition of dramatic. He loves to exaggerate and make a big fuss out of everything, and it's entertaining to say the least. Donghyuck is also chattier than most, similar to yourself, and the two of you had hit it off when you first met at one of Jeno's college roommate's place.

Donghyuck is essentially your key to Jeno's past. Jeno has been a solitary creature for all the time you’ve known him, and he doesn't talk much about his life before he met you. Besides Jaemin and Donghyuck, Jeno doesn't initiate much interaction with his old friends either. His friends respect that, so you don’t know much about what Jeno was like in the past.

However, Donghyuck is different. He loves to bring up embarrassing memories, inside jokes, and tell people old stories about his friends. You have always loved to listen to Donghyuck talk about Jeno in college, or even his first impression of Jeno when he saw him around in high school.

If it weren't for Donghyuck, you might not even have known about Jeno's friends' whereabouts now, nor have gotten to know about them.

Remembering the letter in your hand, you hurriedly get a hairdryer to heat up the seal, gingerly removing it and opening up the letter.

Dear Jeno and Y/n, you are cordially invited to Lee Donghyuck and Ha Yeon-seok's wedding...

Wait, what? You read the first line again, your heart stopping when you see the word “wedding”. Wedding? It takes you a few seconds to remember that you’re 24 now, which is almost a reasonable age to get married at. Since neither you nor Jeno had dated anyone for a while before you got together, sometimes you forget that other people have been dating for years now.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself, and continue reading.

The wedding is to be held in London, and it briefly crosses your mind that Yean-seok is half British. Once you’ve processed that information, you do a double take and check the date. It's in six months from now, and you have to get presentable clothes that fit the colour scheme within that time period.

While you’re wondering now to get the clothes in time, your phone dings.

jeno: hey, y/n you: hello jeno: i have... news.

Jeno calls to inform you that, regrettably, there has been a complication with some of the scenes. For one scene in particular, they had arranged for a horse carriage to be used during the filming. However, due to a miscommunication, the horse has been sold to someone else instead.

The screenwriter insists on having the horse be a specific breed for stylistic reasons, but the budget for the project makes it infeasible for the team to find a suitable horse in a short span of time.

Jaemin wants to postpone the project so he can discuss the details with the screenwriter, and clarify everything to ensure there will be no more hiccups in the production. The rest of the team will either fly back to Korea, or stay in London, whichever is more convenient for them. Since editing can be done remotely, there is little incentive for them to all have to renew their visas.

However, Jaemin has asked Jeno to stay in London so all of the important members of the team can be physically present, to ensure everybody is on the same page.

When you ask Jeno when he will return, he shrugs and says, "In two months, or half a year—I have no clue."

Although you’re upset and annoyed with his lack of a reaction, you understand that Jeno is upset too. He's suppressing his emotions, which is a bad habit of his. But you aren’t going to lash out and make him feel more demoralised, so you just mutter a quick "love you" and hang up.

After hanging up, you belatedly realise you haven’t told him about the wedding invitation yet. Still reeling from his indifferent attitude, you decide to tell him after both of you have cooled down.

—

Days turn into weeks, that turn into months, and somehow you haven’t been able to address the issue of Donghyuck's wedding. You have been through your closet countless times, and after rummaging and filtering through both of your clothes, you’ve prepared a suitable ensemble for both of them.

You’ve sent an RSVP to Donghyuck to let him know that you and Jeno would be attending, and an excited Donghyuck had sent you a video of Yeon-seok and himself clapping happily.

You have also booked a flight for a week before the date of the wedding, to give yourself time to adjust to the time difference, and you plan to stay after the wedding to spend time with your and Jeno's friends as well.

Despite having settled almost everything, you’ve left one very important detail out—you haven’t discussed it with Jeno yet.

Jeno knows that there's a wedding, of course. Donghyuck had announced it in the group chat when he and Yeon-seok first got engaged, and Yeon-seok had sent an update once the details of the wedding were confirmed.

When Jeno told you about the wedding, you told him about the invitation, and you both laughed over how excessive it was.

But if you said any more about the wedding, you’d have to bring up the elephant in the room and ask if Jeno would still be working on "Chamomile Tea" during the time period, if he'd be busy, or if he'd return to Korea before that. And that, even after all the time that had passed, remained a sore spot for both of you.

So even as the date loomed closer, your conversations with Jeno never went too far in the direction of the wedding. Instead, you tiptoed around the upcoming event like shattered glass was sprinkled over it, and you didn't know what the consequences of stepping on it would be.

Arriving in London is a dream. It always has been, since you learnt that their universities look like castles and their winter consists of dreary, rainy mornings that are perfect for staying in and cuddling while cheesy rom-coms play on the TV. But it's never been your dream to land in London alone, with no one to pick you up from the airport, standing starstruck in the middle of the polished floors while people hurry by.

Some lady you don't recognise waves at you. When you frown, squinting to see if it's a familiar face, the lady walks up to you and grins, "Hi! I'm Soyeon."

You cock your head in contusion.

"I'm the screenwriter for 'Chamomile Tea', the short film Jaemin's overseeing. He wasn't able to come because he's busy trying to keep Jeno out of trouble, he said."

You let out a short laugh. That does, in fact, sound like Jaemin's job most of the time. Soyeon hands you a ticket, folding your fingers around it before you can protest.

"Jeno wanted all three of us to go to an art museum to get inspiration, but I've already finished my part for this project. All that's left for me is to give input, not come up with more ideas. Jaemin suggested that I give my ticket to you, so here it is." Taking a closer look at the ticket, you realise that it's an exhibition meant to celebrate the changing of season from summer to autumn.

"Leaves turning brown," you read aloud. "Petals fall and colours fade, yet many are enraptured by the cooling season that is autumn. Artist Hwang Yeji explores textures, colours and more in this vibrant display."

Soyeon smiles encouragingly at you. "I've known Jeno only for a few months, and he's always been extremely cold towards everyone, but his face lights up whenever he receives a text from you. And when you order takeout for him? That's the only time I see him enjoy his meals."

Your lips tremble as Soyeon continues, "Jeno's mind is a complex place. I'd hate for all that creative potential to be wasted just because he's busy moping. That's why I offered to pick you up instead of Jaemin—I was interested to know who could be the only one to make Jeno truly smile."

You close the distance between yourself and Soyeon, wrapping your arms around the latter. Even if you have only just met her, Soyeon seems so sweet and genuine. Her honest words caught you off guard, but you are touched that she dared to say them.

Soyeon pats your hair comfortingly. "Let me know if you need any more help."

You discreetly blink back tears, ignoring the stinging sensation in your nose, and force a smile. "Thanks, Soyeon."

"You're very welcome."

—

You climb out of the taxi with a sunflower in hand and your suitcase in the other. The exhibition is held in a building with windows as wide as you are tall, the stained glass illuminated by the sunlight.

The lady at the entrance scans your ticket and waves you through with a smile, and you return it before heading on inside.

Panels upon panels of stained glass line the corridors, angled in a way that pictures of light are projected on the ground, weaving between the paintings, casting an angelic glow on each artwork.

Jaemin catches your eye before you can get stuck at any of the paintings, and shushes you with a finger on his lips as you speed up.

"Hi, jagiya," he says lowly, wrapping you in a quick hug. "Jeno's busy and I didn't tell him you were coming, so the rest is up to you. I'll leave the two of you alone, okay? Call me if you need me."

You nod, squeezing his shoulder gratefully.

—

You tuck your sunflower behind your back and wheel your suitcase to the side, silently approaching Jeno. He's completely absorbed in studying the details of the painting, so you gently rest your chin on his shoulder.

"Hey, baby." Jeno turns, coming face-to-face with you. Your noses touch, and from the corners of your eyes, you see Jeno's cheeks flush red-hot. You raise your hand to cool his cheek, but he grabs your wrist first, eyes locked on your face. His pupils dart from side to side, scouring your face as if he's afraid you’re just a figment of his imagination.

You stay in that position, Jeno’s fingers curled around your wrist, until he's convinced that you’re real, at which point his face floods with exhaustion and relief.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into the space between your chin and collarbone. His hands come to rest naturally around your waist, and his hand brushes against the sunflower.

He moves back suddenly, surprised, and you awkwardly manoeuvre your arms around him. This allows you to present the sunflower you bought at a nearby florist to your boyfriend, and you’re delighted by the grin spreading across his lips.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" He asks.

"No, but you've given me red camellias, and I think that’s basically the same thìng."

Jeno chuckles. "Basically.”

Jeno reaches for your suitcase, holding tightly onto the sunflower you’ve just given him. He turns to you, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "Well? I'll take you back to her hotel."

You frown, pulling back in surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you tired?"

You wave his concern off flippantly. "I'll be just fine. I'll crash later, and the jetlag will hit me like a truck, but I've already allocated a week for getting used to it."

Jeno snorts. "As expected."

You wave your ticket. "Hey, Soyeon's already passed up her chance to see this exhibition so I could go, okay? I'm not planning to waste it."

Jeno nods hastily in an attempt to placate you. "Okay! Let's go then."

He trails behind you obediently until you see a piece that catches your fancy, stopping to take a look. The painting depicts several lilies of the valley in a vase. Behind the vase, there are two mountains painted in grey, but the small patch of grass that the lilies sit on is several vibrant shades of green.

You stay in front of that painting for a while, impressed by the details and texture on the canvas. A shutter sound catches your attention, and you blink a few times before turning to see Jeno holding up his camera and smiling sheepishly.

He rubs the back of his neck and says, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You looked too good standing there, I just had to get a shot of you."

"It's okay." You look back at the canvas, eyebrows knitting together.

"Don't you think the art style looks familiar?"

"I don't know much about paintings, so I can't say... " Jeno's reply dies on his lips, and he, too, stares at the painting with interest. "You're right, it does look familiar."

The two of you hum in concentration, Jeno resting his chin on top of your head while you wrack your brain for an answer. You tilt your head this way and that, and then it hits you.

"Park Jisung," you say at the same time Jeno does. "How did you–"

Jeno points at a small square of text. "It says right here. Park Jisung, 24, oil on canvas." You mentally slap your forehead. How could you forget that museums put up a description of each artwork and its artist? You must be too tired from the flight.

"That's right, " you say. "That's why it looks so familiar. Contrasting colours was one of the most defining aspects of his style."

You met Jisung at a kids' art camp when you were in university, and the two of you had learnt a lot from each other while teaching the kids. You were surprised to find out that he was two years your senior in a different university, despite being the same age as you.

You lost contact with him after that, and were very, very shocked to see him at Jeno's college reunion. Although you don't speak much to Jisung now, the things you learnt from him at that one camp will stick with you forever.

"That kid's insane," Jeno muses. "He skipped a year in elementary, lived with hyungs he barely knew in university, and did side jobs because he hadn't gotten a scholarship to pay for his tuition fees, unlike Yeon-seok."

You shrug. "Maybe not 'insane'. Just determined."

Jeno nods. "And he's not much of a kid anymore, is he?"

You shake your head with a smile. "Not anymore."

—

As you wander around with Jeno, stopping at paintings to admire them, a sense of melancholy threatens to overwhelm you, slipping between your eyelids like a mass of black water, a receding wave preparing to crash upon the shore of your eyelashes.

You blink back thoughts of insecurity, trying to focus on the artworks and not your feelings, but it’s no use. You can’t escape from the thoughts running wild in your head, and it gets the better of you, a lone tear managing to get past your barriers, trailing slowly down your cheek.

You subtly wipe it away, but Jeno notices immediately, and he stops short.

He turns towards you, concern emanating off his being, and it offers you some comfort. He holds you carefully, like he’s not sure if you’ll break apart in his hands. His body shields you from anything else in the museum, encasing you in a bubble of protection and silence.

You breathe in deeply; once, then twice. You feel the heat behind your eyes slowly fading to a simple stinging sensation, one that doesn’t make you feel completely helpless.

Jeno’s hands tighten around you, and you instinctively lean in towards him. He doesn’t speak, allowing you to unravel the spool of thread wrapped around your lungs, prying apart the anxiety that prevents you from breathing.

When you can think straight again, you look at Jeno, and he knows.

Without words, understanding passes between you, and Jeno knows everything that’s running through your mind.

He nudges you, gently. Are you okay? his eyebrows ask, raising so high they almost disappear into his fringe.

You can lie about a lot of things, like why you came to the museum in the first place or how you feel staring at the art on the walls or whether you’re okay right now, but you don’t. Because you know that regardless of what you say, Jeno will see right through you like you’re a ghost. You’ll never understand if it’s because it’s you, or if everyone’s feelings are transparent to him. You don’t think you care.

It’s enough to just stand there, weightless. You’re completely supported by Jeno, whose embrace is so tight it’s practically lifting you off the ground, and you;re not complaining.

If he could lift your burdens off your mind the same way he’s lifting your feet from the ground right now, he would. And you would want him to.

“I feel like my art’s worth nothing if it can’t be shown to the world.” You speak slowly, uncertainly, knowing you might cry if you let everything out too quickly. Jeno wants to stop you before you get caught up in the flow of you words, but he knows it’s better if you let it all out.

Opening a bottle of carbonated soda that’s just been shaken is dangerous, but if he leaves it alone, the bottle might just explode.

“I know I don’t make art to be seen. I make it for myself. But at the same time, can any artist say that their craft is not made for the eyes of man? We all long for approval and praise, and that is partly what we make art for.”

Your lips tremble, and Jeno finds himself forced to stare at your quivering eyelashes and the sheen of tears you’re barely holding back. Still, you steel yourself, digging your heels into the ground to steady yourself.

“I wonder, sometimes. If my art isn’t seen, is it even art anymore?”

That’s the minefield, the question Jeno can’t answer without speaking baseless comfort. He has no answer to it, only empty words that he knows will fail to put you at ease.

You, however, don’t expect an answer. You look curiously at Jeno, waiting for a response, but the response doesn’t have to be a satisfactory answer.

Jeno leans in, tucking your head between his chin and his collarbone, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

He holds you there until you’ve stopped trembling. Then, one hand still firmly in yours, he takes you back to the hotel, sitting on the edge of your single bed while you sit and stare into nothingness.

When you make no move to get changed, he stands, and brings you to the bathroom. He peels the clothes from your body, helping to scrub your skin until it’s a rosy shade of pink, then wraps you in a towel and moves your arms to dry your body.

After he’s showered, the two of you sit on the bed, Jeno on top of the covers, while you’re tucked underneath them. Jeno has no change of clothes, no money, only his phone and both of your tickets to the museum.

In his street clothes, he refuses to get under the blanket and dirty the bed, but you are content with his presence.

You lie on the bed with your arms wrapped around Jeno’s waist, and when the shock has faded, you cry yourself to sleep.

Jeno is there throughout it, a beaming light in the whirlwind of emotions you’re experiencing, a constant presence that grounds you. He allows you to breathe between sobs, until they slowly fade away and your eyes close, motionless.

The next day, you find a wreath of galaxes on your bedside table, along with a glass of water, and it feels like a great weight has finally been removed from your shoulders.

The day of Donghyuck’s wedding comes earlier than you were expecting. Between taking you out to dinner and going on bike rides around the city, Jeno has kept you busy. Busy enough to forget your troubles, or at least for you to be able to cope with them in a relatively healthy manner.

You hear three knocks on the door, and as you go to open it, you see Jeno standing there, in the emerald green tuxedo you picked for him and the matching tie. His shirt is a pale green, so pale it can be mistaken for white, and gel gives his hair a wet gleam.

He smiles innocently, and it outshines all the charm his outfit has.

You fell in love with all of Jeno, after all, not just his appearance.

Your sage green dress flows past your ankles, and it would drag on the floor if you weren't wearing heels. They’re tall, but even with them on, you are still only the same height as Jeno. He grins at you, and carries you, bridal-style, into the lift lobby.

“Leave some room for the grooms later, stop trying to one-up them,” you joke, but Jeno only hoists you up into a more comfortable position.

“No can do,” Jeno says cheekily.

You don't pursue it.

—

A surprise awaits you in the car. As you open the door to the passenger side, you find that it’s filled—and so is the driver’s seat. Your heart skips a beat, thinking you must’ve gone to the wrong car, but the sight of the driver’s face makes you do a double take.

“Jisung?”

Jisung offers you a shy grin. “Yep, it’s me.”

“Is it really you? I thought… I never thought I’d see you again! How–” your words come out from your mouth before you can think them through, your rapid-fire Korean faltering in your confusion.

“Donghyuck and I are friends, remember?” You don't really, but if Jeno and Jisung are friends from college, it makes sense that Donghyuck would know them both too.

You clap a hand over your mouth, mind reeling. “So… you were invited to the wedding too?”

Jisung nods. Then, he gestures towards the lady in the driver’s seat. “I also have to introduce her to you. Y/n, meet Yeji. Yeji, Y/n.”

Yeji offers her hand for you to shake, and you take it, wondering where you’ve heard the name before. Yeji, Yeji, Yeji… Ah. You’ve got it. “Hwang Yeji?”

She’s the artist who organised the exhibition Soyeon had given you tickets to view. It was there, at the museum, that you saw Jisung’s art. If she really is Hwang Yeji, then everything will make sense.

Yeji nods. “Pleasure to meet you.”

She picks up a small bouquet of pink peonies, orange tulips and heather, presenting it to you. “Jisung showed me a few of your pieces, mostly older ones,” she says by way of explanation. “They had the potential to become something more. I heard from Jeno that you’d seen my exhibition, so I know you probably like flowers, and you know that I like them too. So this bouquet is an invitation for you to work with me some time, for us to perhaps collaborate on another exhibition in future.”

You are taken aback by the sudden offer, but you’re not an idiot. You remember the way you had collapsed into Jeno the week before, scared that you would never be able to get your art out there. Now, your chance is right in front of you.

You take it.

Gratefully receiving the bouquet, you don’t miss the symbolism of the flowers, the goodwill the arrangement holds. You know it is intentional.

“Thank you for your offer. I look forward to working with you.”

Yeji shakes your hand heartily, and you and Jeno get into the backseat.

After settling in, you rest the bouquet on your lap, and you turn to see Jeno holding a white rose. You frown, wondering where he could’ve conjured it from, and lock eyes with Jisung in the driver’s mirror. You raise your eyebrows in question, and he shrugs innocently.

You roll your eyes at the conspirators, but turn your attention back to Jeno. Jeno carefully slips the white rose into the side of the bouquet, managing to prevent it from looking uneven. You play with the petals of the rose, its symbolism clear in your head.

Used to congratulate people on career successes, your mind supplies helpfully. The only career success you can think of right now is also the most recent one, Yeji’s offer to you. But there’s no way Jeno could have known that Yeji would put that offer out. Unless…

“Did you know?” You ask, tone accusing. You doesn’t have to finish the question; Jeno understands what you’re talking about.

“No, I didn’t know if Yeji would offer to work with you for an exhibition. Jisung only told me that he had shown Yeji your art, and I had faith in your abilities. I knew that after witnessing the extent of your talents, Yeji would have something good to offer you, career-wise.”

You can’t argue with that. The logic is sound, and the flowers are cohesively pretty. You continue to play with the petals, a small smile dancing on your lips.

The smile doesn’t escape Jeno’s attention, and he smiles too.

—

It starts to drizzle as soon as you reach the wedding place. Jeno is quick to procure a clear umbrella, holding it for both of you. He knows you wouldn’t want to get your clothes wet.

Jaemin is there too, one hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers, standing by the side. Donghyuck’s wedding is a loud, chaotic one, with many guests you don't recognise all talking with each other. Jaemin hovers at the vague edge of the crowd, as much of an introvert as Jeno, and you tug Jeno over.

“Hi, jagiya.” Jaemin envelopes you in a warm hug, and he smells like home.

Jeno opens his hands for a hug too, but Jaemin only laughs and swats his hand away. Jeno slings one hand over Jaemin’s shoulder, and you snatch his umbrella away, going off to find Donghyuck.

The two men stand side by side, Jaemin still holding the umbrella, watching you disappear into the hordes of people.

—

The rain gets heavier, and you try to occupy as little space as possible, not letting a single part of your body protrude from under the umbrella. Droplets of rain splash onto your shoes and your face, and you wipes them from your face with the back of your hand.

Jisung stands beside Donghyuck and Yeon-seok, with Chenle, Jaemin’s old roommate, and a couple of other men you can’t remember the names of. Donghyuck and Yeon-seok’s roommates from university, you think, because you remember seeing them at the reunion.

You congratulate the grooms, and move to stand next to Yeji and Jisung. The small circle are the only people that have gotten a chance to speak with Donghyuck and Yeon-seok, and by the looks of it, their conversation isn’t going to end anytime soon.

Yeji makes small talk with you, and you laugh about a few shared experiences, before you notice the crowd starting to disperse, and the officiator announces that the wedding is beginning.

You move back to where Jeno is, and he leaves Jaemin with his umbrella, ducking under your umbrella to join you.

The wedding is simple and sweet, and there are tears all around as the two bridegrooms say their vows.

“...to love and to cherish, until death does us part.” Jeno’s fingers suddenly falter, and the golden locket he’s been fidgeting with throughout the wedding slips through his fingers. He lunges to catch it, and you finally notice what he’s been doing with his hands.

Resting one hand on his left knee to calm him down, you nuzzle into his neck, and nudge his hand open with your index finger.

“What’re you holding?” you ask under your breath.

“Nothing.” You briefly register the officiator allowing Yeon-seok and Donghyuck to kiss, and you look up at them just in time.

“Open your hand,” you command.

Obediently, Jeno uncurls his fingers, and you take the locket from him. You fumble with the clasp, but it springs open, and there’s a picture inside. Squinting, you realise that it’s a picture of you and Jeno, taken when you weren’t paying attention. Your hand is shielding your eyes from the sun, and Jeno’s firm hand is wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

Your grip on Jeno’s knee tightens.

“How long have you been carrying this around for?” You ask, voice slightly hoarse.

Jeno looks away. “Since we took the picture. It’s been, what, two years?”

You feel your throat seizing up, and you force yourself to take a few deep breaths. Jeno has been carrying the locket around for two years. Almost the same length of time that you’ve been dating for. He’s loved you enough for the whole span of that time to carry a picture of you around wherever he goes.

You can’t breathe. “You’ve been carrying this around for two years?”

Jeno shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, like a soldier going off to war,” he quips. Somehow, you’ve switched to Korean, but you don't quite register it. It just feels right, better, to speak in your native language.

It fits, the same way your body fits into the cracks of Jeno’s body, the way his arms wrap around you and fit into every nook and cranny of yours. Your scars line up against each other’s, and Jeno is the puzzle piece that makes you whole.

“So you love me.” It might seem strange, after all they’ve been through, to doubt it. But it hasn’t been long, and you hate to give yourself away, to love somebody else. Every day, you wonder if you’ve crossed the line from like to love, or if you’ve fallen out of like with each other.

“Yes.” You never knew one word could turn your world upside down. The rain has eased, but it feels like there’s water rushing in your ears, heart pounding.

Then, “Are you okay?”

You hear it from your other side, your left side, and you see Yeji there, concern in her eyes. You turn your attention back to the proceedings, and see Donghyuck taking the wedding bouquet from Yeon-seok, preparing to toss it in the air.

“Yes,” you say, determinedly. Jeno guides your hand to tilt the umbrella backwards, giving both of you a better view of the grooms, and the water continues to flow off the umbrella.

Neither of them makes a move to take it, leaving the more eager guests to rush towards Donghyuck, surrounding him. He turns his back towards them, Yeon-seok moderating the crowd, and tosses the bouquet into the air.

It arcs towards the middle of the crowd, and a lone carnation falls out. Jeno reflexively reaches out for it before it can fall on the soaked grass, and he tucks the yellow carnation behind your ear.

His face is right next to yours, his breathing fast and rapid, and you hear the pulsing of his heart when you place a hand on his chest.

Jeno leans his forehead on yours, the umbrella creating a bubble of silence and tranquility amidst the loud cheers and celebration outside of it. A tear rolls down his cheek, and he smiles, the tear caught on the upside of his upper lip.

You watch as he licks it away, and brush the pad of your thumb against the trail of the tear.

“Are you crying?” you ask softly.

“No,” Jeno says, shaking his head and closing his eyes. “It’s just the rain.”

You wrap your arm around his neck, nose bridge aligned with his, waiting quietly.

“I know you don’t want to get married now,” Jeno says. “But please, take this carnation as a promise that I will never let you have your heart broken.”

You have heard false promises fall from Jeno’s lips before. You’ve faced his broken promises, seen through his lies, accepted his empty praise. This time, however, it’s different. You know it in your heart, can hear the dogged beating of his heart, refusing to hurt you again.

You smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll take that promise.”

—

floriography

violet: a declaration to always be true

blue salvia / azure blue sage: harbours sentiments of missing and thinking of someone.

peppermint: warmth of feeling

lavender: purity, devotion, serenity, grace and calmness.

sunflower: adoration and loyalty, long life and lasting happiness.

chrysanthemum: longevity, fidelity, joy and optimism.

red camellia: you’re a flame in my heart.

galaxes: encouragement.

pink peonies: good luck, prosperity and success

orange tulips: joy, enthusiasm and excitement

heather: admiration and support

white roses: symbolises innocence and purity. used to congratulate people on career successes.

carnations: symbolise pride and love for someone in a supportive way. used to tailor bouquets to one’s favourite colour due to their ease of dyeing.

#nct #nct dream #k-labels #🪁 — my works #💐 — the language of flowers #jeno #nct fic #nct dream fic #jeno x reader #jeno x y/n #nct dream x reader

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octoberautumnbox · 2 months

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This Yujin look. Bodycon dresses stonks 🤩

Do you think Yuri would be jealous when you're cheering for Yujin during the soundcheck? (Even though Yuri is lowkey checking her out as well🙈)

resisting the octoberautumnbox urge to make a mini fic with angst out of this :nolookk:

honestly I think she'd cheer even louder 😅 we know she's a proud unnie that looked after her dongsaengs well, plus she'd know I'd cheer for her loudest of all ehe

update: urge took over sorry :nolookk"

The backstage air was humid and suffocating, but it could do nothing against the high energy and raised spirits after their breathtaking performance. You walked in step with Yujin towards her dressing room, Yuri following closely behind.

"That was great, Yujin! You're really the best when it comes to stage presence." You raise a hand to high-five her and she returns it enthusiastically, clasping your hand before letting go.

"I know right? The set went great! I wish we were always like this!" She could hardly contain her excitement as the three of you walked further down the hallway amidst people buzzing to and fro.

You reach the door to the inner part of backstage, and as soon as it opens you're met with a cool, air-conditioned draft. Yujin waddles inside, dragging you along, saying "The dressing room's not that far from here. Come in and have a drink!"

And before you know it, you find yourself seated on a very comfy green couch in her personal dressing room. To your left, Yujin looks like a commercial model with the way her lips part and her Pepsi falls gracefully into her mouth. You'd totally buy one, you thought to yourself, even though you were holding a bottle of your own already.

"Ahh, this is the best!" You're inclined to agree, and your own bottle fizzes and settles once you twist the cap off. You take a gulp of your own drink, and you catch yourself accidentally copying how Yujin did it just now.

"Hehe, you're cute, Oppa," she remarks while hiding behind her hands. For a moment, you look at each other and appreciate how pretty a girl Yujin really is.

~~~

"So, how'd it feel?" Yuri asks from the passenger seat. Her seatbelt zips across her chest, and you hear the buckle clack a bit.

"It was uhh," you say, wondering what you did wrong this time," great, wasn't it? Yujin did really well in that one song."

"Yeah, I bet. You really loved how amazing her stage presence is, huh?"

"Are you okay, Yuri? I thought we had a great time..." You decide to keep the handbrake on a bit longer. The tension in the car is thick and heavy, and you're not sure that you'd survive a storm brewing in here.

"You think you're so slick?!" Yuri explodes in anger beside you, placing her hands onher hips and huffing like a chimney. "News flash, dipshit, anyone with a half-working eye could see the snail trail of drool you left walking around with her like that! And don't get me started on where you were staring!"

You feel guilty, but it only half-clicks. Sure, you were captivated by Yujin's beauty, but staring?

"Couldn't bear to spend one second with your eyes off her ass, huh? Can't control yourself and you just had to stare at her bouncing tits in that tight onepiece? I bet you can't even remember what color it was!"

"Hey, now, language! And where's this coming from?"

"You know what, take me home. Just take me home, and go someplace where you can watch her fucking fancams and jerk off in peace."

"But I wasn't ogling her!" You felt there was no use defending yourself here, but you at least had to try. This was her dongsaeng after all, and you didn't want to look like a creep.

"Of course you did! You think I wouldn't have noticed you drooling at the sight of her juicy ass, wanting to bend the both of us over that couch and shove your Pepsis in our cunts?"

"What the fuck are you going on about?!"

"Just admit it! You got so fucking horny for her that you just couldn't help but touch yourself to how she danced in that song!"

And for a moment, you pause and look her in the eyes. Your gazes are piercing and intense, like you'd die if you looked away. Suddenly, the pieces connect and everything falls into place in your head.

"Wait, is... Is that why you took so long in the bathroom that one time?"

A few more seconds pass, and Yuri breaks. She throws her hands around your neck and pulls you into a deep and torrid kiss. Her tongue tries to wrap around yours, and you fight back equally hard.

You find the buckle of her seatbelt and undo it, causing the clip to zip back into its place near the door. You're reminded that you're perfect for each other, evidenced by how eagerly she gets up from her seat with your guidance onto your lap. A sudden break in the kiss reminds you to breathe again, and you look into your girlfriend's eyes once more.

"Yeah, she did look really hot, didn't she?" Yuri asks shyly, reestablishing her hypnotic eye contact.

"You wanna try out that fancam idea when we get home?"

"Oh my god, yes please."

#jo yuri smut #girl group smut #izone smut #kpop smut

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toji-girl · 3 months

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sugary sweet | k. nanami

tags: fem reader + you wear lip gloss and such + age gap (you mid 20's & him early 30's) + oc! friends + weed and wine + I had this sitting in my drafts for a while

The apartment complex Kento rented a year prior was one of the best decisions he made in his life, it was quaint and on the corner with his favorite bakery so it never took him long to grab his food.

But now he finds himself dreading coming home because he knows he'd catch a glimpse of you, doe eyes, a soft smile, and a body he wanted to explore. You're younger than him he knows this much.

However, that didn't deter him from thinking about you.

You're the devil trying to tempt him into sin with the way you bat your eyelashes at him, your lips turning into a pout when all you get from him is a tight smile. "Mr. Nanami! How are you? I'm sorry If my party kept you up late last night. It didn't, did it?" You asked when he stepped on the second floor with his keys in one hand, your glossed lips set in a soft smile as his eyes raked you in slowly and subtly.

He stood at the ledge keeping his face neutral as your eyes shifted from the keys that he twirled between his fingers and his eyes that spoke of a tiredness that even a month's worth of sleep couldn't fix, with a soft smile waiting for his answer.

"I'm fine, and it didn't, but you might want to keep it down still. The walls are thin." He hummed and unlocked his front door.

Kento left you standing there when he stepped inside his apartment thinking about his comment, you sighed and glanced at his door wondering how you break his walls down while getting ready for work you stepped into your own territory and left for your evening shift.

It was only a few times you saw him in the beginning, the first two months you could count on both hands how many times you spoke, and each time he stonewalled you, but sometimes you were able to make him smile which in turn made your blood run hot with curiosity.

"Mr. Nanami!" Kento's shoulders tensed when he heard your syrupy sweet voice call out his name as you bounded up the stairs with grocery bags in your hands, you looked so naive but he knew you were anything but, it was just a front you put on for other people.

He paused and left his keys hanging from his front door. "Everything okay? I told you that you could call me Kento." His tone was a bit warmer this time around, a clear sign you've broken down his walls.

There was still a high guard up, but you'll take what you can get. "Kento, sorry, I was letting you know that I'm having a few friends over, and we'll keep it down this time." You told him warmly with a smile so sweet that he was sure rotted your teeth.

That's when he noticed your lips were glossed again with a clear glitter, pouting and perfect. His mind drifted away for only a moment.

His eyebrows furrowed first then smoothed out quickly relieving himself of the thoughts. "Thank you for telling me, have a good evening." With that he ended the conversation with the soft click of his door when he locked it, putting another wall up between you.

All night, Kento could hear your giggling and hushed warnings to the people who were loud enough for him to hear every single detail.

Mai wasn't happy in her marriage. Ema was thinking about sleeping with her best friend and classmate who has a girlfriend. Ami wanted to quit her job because her husband's sister, whom she doesn't like started working there.

It was hard to ignore, and he couldn't deny that he was curious as to what happened next and heard you give honest advice to each friend.

There was some crying, and another wine bottle popped open, making him wonder just how thin the walls actually were. Now came the questioning of your love life, or lack thereof.

"I'm not looking for anything. Being single is nice, you know? But I will say I have a very cute neighbor, his name is Na-Kento. He's cute. Dark and very mysterious, older too and rugged." You gushed warmly.

He could hear the other women giggle and push you for more information when a heavy aroma of marijuana wafted into his apartment followed by more of your cute giggles. "What if he hears me saying how I want to bounce myself stupid on his dick?"

"We could ask him! Let's get our friend laid!" Mai crooned.

Kento listened to the shuffle of feet and the women trying to shush you, drunk and high they didn't think about tomorrow as they pushed you out of your apartment and watched as you knocked on his door.

With a huff, he removed himself from his couch wondering why you had to move next door to him, and it's not that he hates you, if anything it's the complete opposite, now you've latched onto him.

It's a burning lust that consumed him whole, anytime he sees you his dick starts to think for itself, the way you smell so sweet like a freshly baked vanilla cake, and that made him want to have a taste of you.

Your group of friends watched as the door was pulled open revealing Kento in a soft white shirt and plaid pj pants with socks covering his feet. Ema pushed you forward with a giggle. "Kento - I'm so sorry about this, I said we'd be quiet and here I am, anyway sorry, good night!" You called out and scurried back into your apartment with them.

Embarrassment coursed through your veins as you rubbed your face and flopped on the couch.

Kento still had no choice but to listen to your conversation until the four of you passed out tangled up on your couch until the next morning you woke up with a pounding headache and regrets.

#tw: weed #tw: wine #kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x y/n #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento #jjk x reader

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ivorryskies · 2 months

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hallooo can i request a chuuya x reader who was caught about to jump and do suicide and tries to stop and comfort the reader?

I really love your writing so i'd like to ask if you can write something like this 🙏

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷pairings: chuuya x fem!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Felix's Note: hii!! Yess of course, I've never written something like this so I apologize if it's not up to your liking! And AGAIN I'M VERY SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE. I Had this in my drafts but got busy :(( enjoyyy have a good day/night anon!

You couldn't take it anymore, life threw it's toughest lessons at you and you just weren't strong enough. It just weighed you down further. On top of all of this mess you ended up in the port mafia. You couldn't even leave, or you'd be met with the most gruesome end. But even that seems like a better way to end your story. You were just a receptionist in the mafia, it wasn't as if you had any important information. You were overworked and overburdened with no one to share your pain with.

Nakahara Chuuya was an executive in the mafia, you don't know how someone like you managed to be friends with him but here you were. He always tried cheering you up. Taking you out to enjoy life but none of it worked. What made life so worth living for? You lost everything so if you just disappeared you'd have nothing to lose. Chuuya made you forget most of your pain when you spent time with him, but recently he's been out of city, busy with his life and that time period was enough to revert back to your empty self.

It took over you and constantly ate you up, you went as far as taking medications for it but it didn't help, you'd already been through so much you were tired, you didn't want to do this anymore. You thought about this as you walked up the stairs of the apartments you lived in. You opened the door to the food and slowly walked towards the edge. This was it. The years of pain and suffering will finally come to an end right here. Your eyes felt heavy and tears fell down as pearls. You took your shoes off to the side. The wind blew rough but yet quiet. You took a deep breath and thought "thank you Chuuya but I have to let you down one last time". You thought of some people that tried helping you but failed as you were standing here right now.

Your heart felt heavy and you did it without wasting more time. You stepped ahead. You were ready to feel yourself falling for a few seconds before meeting your end. But that end never came. You heard someone scream out your name and grab you. You snapped out of your daze to find the same man you were talking about with a red glow around him. His hat fell off somewhere along with the coat he wore on top.

"God dammit! What are you doing?! " He shouted, he pulled you close to him and your knees trembled and felt weak. You stared in his eyes before the same tears started flowing again. He was worried. He wrapped you in his arms and pulled your head to his chest sitting down. You could feel his heartbeat. It was fast, very fast. His eyes were wide as if he were about to cry too. His fists clenched and his grip on you tight. "Chuuya... I couldn't take it anymore it was too hard, it wasn't fair! No one would care anyway..." You choked on your words as his shirt was wet with tears. "Angel... Please... Never say that... I care. Why do you think I had never left your side... I never wanted this to happen. I didn't want to lose you." He scramed out

"I loved you kay?! And I was plannin' on telling you once I got back, only to see you standin' out here!". He loved you...? " How could you love someone like me? I can't even love myself! " You cried out looking up at him with tears. "Y'dont understand. I care. I care for you. I don't know how to tell you but, you matter to me. All I wanted to do was t'hold you and tell you everything was gonna be okay! I want you to see yourself the way I see you. Your gorgeous, perfect, and enough. Whatever you do is enough and I'm proud of you. Even if you just drink a glass of water I'm proud of you for that."

His words ached in your heart. You only imagined someone saying these words to you, and when he actually said them all you could do was stay in his embrace and listen while sobbing. It still hurt, you still felt empty, but one thing that you didn't feel before was hope. You felt hope. You looked up at him after his confession and your eyes instead of emptiness, there was hope. You looked down, guiltily after you saw his face. There was sweat on his forehead, his eyes were red, his hair was ruined, he was disappointed in himself. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. I came back from my trip to see you standing like that and all I could think of was what I would do if I had lost you. You are important to me and I am going to help you realize it. It may take a long time but I will wait years just to see a genuine smile on your pretty face again. " He wiped your tears with his thumb and draped his coat that was lying on the floor around you. He took his hat and put it on your head before hugging you again.

Maybe there was hope after all?

To anyone reading this I hope you know you matter and you're enough <3

#bsd imagine #bsd #bsd scenarios #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x female reader #bsd x you #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuuya nakahara

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 3 months

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hey could I be 🦕, if it's not taken?

I also have a request lol, could u do a meltdown comfort fic? ( definitely not requesting this be I had a meltdown over not having the right pasta sauce for my comfort/safe food) like where a male reader has a bunch of little things built up and it spills over when there's no more of readers comfort/safe food and they end up lashing out and having a meltdown because of it

anyways have a good evening,thx!

Hiya, I'm really sorry thats taken 😔 (I need to make a list lmao) - assuming you're not the other 🦕 anon currently in my drafts 😅

I hope this is okay, I don't have autism or meltdowns, so feel free to let me know if I've gotten anything wrong. I don't think the reader in this has a meltdown, he was distressed and then stims to regulate his emotions. But yeah, feel free to let me know if I get anything wrong, I don't want to offend anyone or anything.

Warnings: reader is distressed, meltdown

"(Y/N)? What's wrong-"

"Can you just fuck off?!" Everyone falls silent as the words burst from your mouth. You immediately look down, mentally scolding yourself for yelling at Hotch like that. Hotch. Of all people. Who had been nothing but kind to you since you joined. Who always made sure you were okay. Who was also your boss. "I- I'm sorry-" Your voice is quiet and Hotch has to strain his ears to hear you.

Instead of yelling, like everyone assumed he would, his gaze softens as he looks at you. "How about we head up to my office for a few minutes, okay?" His voice is reassuring and is doing nothing for your guilt and the dread for what he would say when it was just the two of you.

You hadn't meant to snap at him, but everything had just built up and built up and it was your tipping point. You should have just gone home.

It had started this morning when it turns out you had run out of milk - meaning you couldn't have cereal and a cup of coffee for breakfast. Then, you couldn't find the socks you had planned on wearing, you missed the early bus because of how long you had tried to find the socks you wanted to wear, and that made you almost late for work. And then, when you opened the fridge, it turns out someone had eaten the last of your safe foods you kept stocked up in the fridge.

You knew no one on the team would have taken it, they knew you were particular about your food (that's how you had worded it when you first joined the team - they knew the reasoning behind it now, of course but its still how you described it). And they always tried their best to make sure that you had food in the fridge that you liked.

You follow him to his office silently, you don't miss the look he shoots the rest of the team - who quickly make themselves look busy. So you don't feel more on edge than you already do. Your heart twinges at this. You had just yelled at him and here he was, being incredibly sweet to you.

When you reach his office, he shuts the door gently behind him and motions to the couch, you sit. "You don't have to speak until you're ready, whatever you need to do to help regulate your emotions is okay."

You take a moment to process his words before you give a small nod. It takes a few seconds before you gently start to rock, humming gently to yourself. Hotch sits down on the couch, at the other end. He wanted you to know he was there if you needed him, but enough space to do what you needed to. He slowly picked up the book on the coffee table, flicking to the page he was currently on.

Eventually, when your stimming comes to an end, Hotch closes the book. He had been keeping a close eye on you, not really paying attention to the book. He had just wanted to make you comfortable.

"You weren't reading," You state quietly.

"I wasn't," Hotch says with a nod.

"Thank you," You reply. You knew what he was doing - he had done it a few times during similar situations.

"That's alright," He gives a small (rare) smile, "Did you want to talk about what's going on?"

"It's just been a bad day." You shrug, "No coffee, no breakfast, wrong socks, and now no safe food," You felt your cheeks tint pink ever so slightly in embarrassment.

Hotch just nods, "I understand. What snack in particular were you craving?"

"I wanted a chocolate muffin," You shrugged, running a hand over your face. All you could think about was how stupid this all was.

"Is that the Starbucks one?" When you nod, Hotch smiles slightly and rummages about in his desk. "I had a feeling that this might happen at some point. So I stocked up on your safe foods." He said, pulling out a muffin. "There you go. As for drinks, take whatever you fancy,"

You look up, eyes slightly wide at the unexpected kindness. "Thank you,"

"That's alright, and (Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"Anytime you're feeling overwhelmed, or if the day isn't going quite right, you're more than welcome to come sit up here, okay?"

"Okay."

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poppadom0912 · 1 year

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Would it be possible to please request a Halstead!Sibling piece where the reader is the sibling, and during the late hours of the night, they get a really heavy nosebleed, so they come out of their bedroom to Jay and Will in the living room watching some TV with a few beers, and all hell breaks loose when they see reader is covered in blood and can't get the nosebleed to stop? Thank you!

A/N: I feel like I haven't written in years so I apologise in advance if this is rubbish. I also apologise for not writing this earlier, this was requested quite a while ago.

I am also aware I have posted in nearly three months but life is very stressful. I promise I'll try posting more once all my exams are over which is technically mid June. I'll try to get out all my finished drafts so you guys aren't starving.

Warnings: Blood, fainting/nausea, mentions of hospitals.

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For once in a long time, things were good.

Jay was mentally handling things and was starting a relationship with his detective partner whose name you kept forgetting but you remembered how pretty she was. Will wasn't making Ms Goodwin's life miserable and he was accepting that he was moving on from Natalie. And with you, school was better than ever with your grades and no longer letting anxiety stop your life.

Overall, things were the best they've been since your dad died and you couldn't be happier.

Neither of your brothers were at work and upon your incessant pleas, the three of you found yourself settling on the same sofa watching a movie.

At some point, you had to excuse yourself when your best friend messaged you in a rush about homework that you completely forgot existed.

Ignoring the darkness of the night and the comfy pajamas you wore, you completed the homework to the best of your abilities and shared it with her when she expressed her struggle.

Eventually, you lost track of time and found yourself tucked under your duvet reading the intense story on your kindle; homework safely in a folder in your bag for the next day.

Totally immersed in the heating up plot, you were oblivious to the very clear signs that you would usually catch onto had you been much more alert.

You only ever realised what was happening when several single droplets of blood plopped onto kindle screen, obscuring you from reading any further.

Confused, you let go of the kindle, letting it sit on your covered lap, your hands went up to your face, trying to find the source of blood but deep down you kinda already knew.

Removing your fingers from your nose, you glanced down and sighed in defeat, shoulders slumping at the sight of blood coating your fingers.

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you kicked off your sheets and scanned your bedside table for the tissue box you always kept because of you hayfever and nosebleeds like this. But, it wasn't there and that threw you off because it was literally there the other day.

Huffing, your mind drew a blank at what to do as blood continued to fall steadily but it seemed that as the seconds ticked away, the stream only increased in speed.

In hopes of not ruining the rug under your feet, you held up your shirt to your nose, using it just like how you would tissue in this case.

Then, all of a sudden, your nose felt ticklish and the urge to sneeze became all too strong that you couldn't even say pineapple to prevent yourself from sneezing.

With no control, your grip on your shirt fell and you sneezed thrice. The pain in your nose throbbing and stinging, your eyes pricking with tears from the onslaught of everything happening all of once.

You were far too gone now. Dragging your eyes to your alarm clock, it took you more than a few seconds to read the time and work out whether or not Jay let yet but then you remembered Jay wouldn't have left without bidding you goodbye.

Well, even if he had gone which he should've seeing as it was nearly 1am, Will would've been the most useful in this situation.

Opening your door with your elbow so you wouldn't get blood on the handle, you walked towards the living room even if you were in a daze. You knew the layout of the apartment by the back of your hand.

Your feet pattered against the wooden flooring, alerting the other two inhabitants of the apartment that you were entering. Taking into account the late time, Will turned around ready to question why you were up at such a time on a school night when he froze upon laying eyes on you.

"Y/N? What happened?" Will asked straight away, getting onto his feet and coming up to you, lifting your chin in his hand so he could get a good look at your face.

Jay turned around to see why Will was asking you such a question when his eyes widened in alarm at your figure, pajamas practically drenched in blood and blood smearing your nose and upper lip.

"What the hell!" Jay shot up. "Why are you covered in blood?!"

"I'm having a nosebleed." You said plainly, boredly gesturing to your very bloody nose that Will was inspecting. "Duh."

"Jay, can you go grab my bag?" Will asked the middle Halstead sibling, not once taking his eyes off you.

Without any rebuttal, Jay did as the doctor said but not without mumbling under his breath about how using manners would get people so far in life.

"I have no idea. One second I'm reading and the next I'm bleeding everywhere." You shrugged, answering Will's question. "And then I sneezed three times."

Will hummed, your chin grasped lightly in one hand while the other was held out to Jay. Will asked Jay for certain things which he was given without a second thought.

"You most likely burst a vessel when you sneezed which made it much worse." Will said so nonchalantly, not at all bothered by the blood that was staining the gloves he put on with way too much ease.

"Alright, just hold that there for a few minutes." Your oldest brother told you, letting you take over from where he was holding the gauze. "Let's sit you down but don't get blood anywhere, I cleaned yesterday."

You looked at him dumbfounded but followed him to sit down anyways, Jay scoffing in disbelief at his words.

"Wow, you love me so much." You said sarcastically, a tight lipped smile on your chapping lips as you went back and forth with snarky remarks.

"This is a lot of blood though Y/N." Will addressed seriously, looking at just how much blood was covering your pajamas. "How long have you been bleeding for?"

"Like literally two or three minutes." You gave a very rough estimation, grimacing as you actually looked at the damage on your clothes, groaning in disbelief. "Ugh, these are my favourite pjs."

"Don't worry about that." Jay said, watching you closely from behind Will's shoulder so he wasn't in the way. "You dirtied your sheets or anything?"

You hummed in thought, squinting as you tried to remember. "I got blood on my kindle but I don't know about my bed."

"I'll go check." Jay allocated himself the job, finding himself useless as Will wasn't going to remove himself from your side.

"Okay, let me take a look." Will said under his breath as he carefully took the bloodied gauze away from you so he could replace it with a new one.

It was only a few seconds period of having nothing for the blood but it seemed that it wasn't dripping as it was. Alas, the uncomfortable urge to sneeze overcame you and you found yourself overwhelmed with the need to sneeze.

Without even registering what was happening, you sneezed twice, covering your mouth with your inner elbow instinctively.

You groaned, dragging it out at the sight of blood on the sleeve of your cotton shirt. Yep, there was definitely no chance of salvaging it now.

"Ooo, okay." Will winced, being as gentle but using as much force necessary when pinching your nose. "Either you're getting the flu or your hay fevers suddenly acting up in the winter."

Your shoulders slumped against the back of the chair, tired with your bleeding nose that wouldn't stop. At this rate, you'd be up all night because of your stupid nose.

"Woah!" Jay exclaimed, freezing in his steps as he entered the kitchen, eyeing the new mess that he luckily missed out on seeing. "What'd I miss?"

"I'm going to die."

"She's not going to die."

"Jay, Will's lying." You whined like a baby, dropping your head in exaggeration. "I'm going to bleed out and not live to see either of you get married. What a miserable life."

Both your brothers rolled their eyes at your dramatic self. Sharing a knowing look, having a silent conversation with just their eyes you groaned again.

"I want black flowers at my wedding and I want Trudy to do my eulogy because at least she'll miss me." You said, starting your funeral arrangements very seriously despite what your brothers were thinking.

"Perfect, I'll go on holiday then."

"You're not going to die Y/N."

You sighed dramatically, your voice was nasally, as if you had a severe blocked nose when in reality, it was just a really bad nose bleed that you were trying to stop. "This sucks."

"Yes it does but as long as you don't sneeze or blow your nose, you'll be fine." Will said, tossing the bloodied gauze and replacing it with another, letting go when you held it on your own.

"This is going to be a long night."

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echobx · 2 months

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figure you out part 3 - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n starts to grapple with the consequences of her actions after having what was possibly the best night of her life

warnings: fluff, smut smut warnings: p in v, oral (male and female receiving), aftercare

word count: 3.8k

author's note: had a hard time finishing this, I don't really have any thoughts left for this, just wanted to get it done after pt1 and pt2 sat in my drafts for half a year before I finally finished this like a day ago. it's probably shit.

part 1 part 2

Her back pressed against the wall as he kissed y/n greedily, tugging on her lip before letting it spring free and filling her mouth with his tongue. He felt like everyone before had just been training, that he had gotten to perfect his skills just to please her like she deserved and nothing less. The sounds she gave him sounded nothing like what she had shown him earlier. No trace of trying to convince him that she was enjoying it because she didn't even know where all of these feelings came from. y/n couldn't have conjured them before, even if she had wanted to. JJ had unlocked a part of her that she had never known existed, always assuming that how it had been before was just how it was supposed to be for everyone. The loud gasp that left her as he thrusted into her from below for the first time was so loud she feared someone might hear them. Her fingers ran through his tousled hair, scratching his scalp as he whimpered under her touch. Her fear was forgotten as he buried his head in her neck while bringing her to her high. Her eyes fixed on the horizon, snapping up to look at the stars and moaning loudly as she clenched around him. "You're so hot," JJ praised her, pushing her through her first orgasm and to her second one with just a few more musings and kisses that were paired with his relentless thrusts. "I can't, too much," y/n panted as he kept going, kept fucking her. "Just one more, baby. I promise, just one more," he begged and she kissed him. He was drunk on love, drunk on her and how good she felt. He came, and she followed instantly, having held back until he was ready.

JJ put her down and she slumped down on the floor without having any control over it. "Oh shit," he exclaimed, wanting to pull her back up, but y/n just started laughing and pulled him down to her instead. "My legs. You disabled my legs," she giggled as he sat down next to her. The cold breeze would have bothered them if they weren't still radiating the type of heat you only feel when you're truly in love. "You'll never think of anything else ever again when you step on any balcony," he chuckled. "Best idea you ever had," she laughed and let her head fall to his shoulder. "I have a lot of great ideas," he pouted and held onto her hand that lay on his leg. "Oh yeah? Tell me all about it, baby." She grinned widely at the face he made when he heard the new pet name. "Sounds wrong to hear you say that," he whispered to her. "We'll find something that fits better." "I know, asshole. My asshole." She turned around and beamed at him, and he laughed. "I deserve that one. Gonna work really hard to deserve a better one, though." He finished by planting a wet and sloppy kiss on her lips. He started talking again while she was still trying to recollect her thoughts. Somehow he kept on managing to make her lose all train of thought the moment his lips came even in close proximity to her.

"I'm taking you out on a date. Picnic and surfing. I hope you still know how to surf, sharky." He smiled at her and curled his lips as she nodded. "Maybe I'm a bit out of practice, but I'm good at catching up," she hushed before licking her lips and letting her hands run over his abs. "Have you always looked this tasty?" She asked, and her eyes slowly darted back up to look into his. "I don't know, but I've always dreamed of being suffocated by those perfect tits or those absolutely fucking gorgeous thighs of yours, darling," he growled deeply and pulled her onto his lap, kneading her thighs while sucking on her boobs as she threw her head back and moaned loudly. "Sit on my face, princess, please. I want nothing more. I'll do anything if you grant me that," he begged, and it was a picture too perfect to look at. He looked even hotter when he was begging for something only she could give him. "I wanna suck your dick again," she whispered, and he nodded. "Anytime, but first-" he wanted to get up and carry her into the bedroom, but she stopped him. "No, I wanna do that simultaneously. Do you understand?" She had her hands on his shoulders, holding him down until he nodded a yes, and then they both got up and walked inside and into the bedroom.

“Are you sure?” y/n asked for the tenth time, gnawing at her lip while kneeling on the bed next to JJ, who was already lying there, ready as ever. “Ask again and see what happens, cupcake,” he growled and pulled her towards him. She had expected a harsh kiss, but instead he was gentle and patient and most of all, loving. “I love you so much, y/n. Now, please take a seat on JJ’s ride of pleasure.” “Immediately no,” she had to laugh and hid her face in his neck, his sweaty hair tingling in her nose as it brushed up against it. “You should really shut me up before I say anything worse. C'mon, giddy up, girl.” His shit eating grin was the same as it had been when they were nine and JJ had pushed her into the mud, right before she had taken her revenge. “I hate you,” she whispered with a soft smile before sitting back up and straddling him; her hair in a knot and hands on his stomach. “No you don't.” JJ pulled her backwards by her thighs, and she squealed involuntarily. “Now sit, darling.” “You’ll die if I do that. I'm not risking it,” y/n replied sternly. “Best way to go out,” he sighed and leaned up to kiss her clit, eliciting a soft gasp in y/n. “Do you wanna start, or shall I?” y/n didn't answer. She simply spit on his throbbing pink tip and started jerking him off before taking him into her mouth, moaning as she did because JJ had started to suck on her clit.

Focusing on sucking him off while he was eating her out was difficult, but the moans she let out around his cock went through his body like shockwaves, turning him on even more than he already was. She swirled her tongue around his tip, applying little pressure, while his tongue was thrusting up into her with restless strokes. And then she was pulled down, and she couldn't fight it anymore, he was in full control. She was incapable of actually paying attention to what her tongue was doing to his dick, as if it actually mattered. JJ was thrusting his hips up into her throat in the same rhythm as his tongue lapped at her clit and hole. And when y/n came, it felt like someone had pulled the plug on her. Her release came gushing out and just a second later JJ shot his load down her throat.

She pulled away and rolled to the side, completely exhausted and fucked out, but the happiest she had been in months. “You still alive?” JJ laughed and wiped his face off on the towel he had grabbed from the bathroom earlier. But y/n only managed to hold a thumb up in response, as well as a pathetic whine when he leaned over to wipe her off too; first her pussy and then her lips to remove the bit of spit and cum that was stuck to them like lip gloss. “We're definitely doing this again,” he hushed and looked into her hazy eyes. “Let me clean you up, princess.”

That's how she found herself sitting on the small seat in the shower, with JJ kneeling in front of her and softly washing her body, only making her stand to wash off the soap. She stayed seated in the fogged up shower for some time while JJ changed the sheets, not thinking y/n would want to sleep in soaked bedding. “All done,” he announced while walking back into the bathroom, and by then she had managed to sort her brain just enough to manage to understand him completely. “My legs are bad at their job,” she smiled up at him, and he picked her up and dried her off while holding her. “Well, I did give it my best,” he smirked, and she let her head fall to his chest. “Let's go to bed.”

“What's the verdict, sharky?” JJ had his arms wrapped around her from behind, head buried in her neck and hair. “You want a score?” she giggled. “I'll take a fucking yelp review, baby. Just talk to me.” “A+. Ten out of ten.” “No room for improvement?” he asked jokingly. “You wouldn't improve on that anyway, and it's not as much of a turn-off as I had expected.” “Oh, I'll get so much weirder just to annoy you,” JJ laughed, and she elbowed him lightly. “What about me?” y/n whispered. “Better than any dream, my love.” “Too many nicknames already,” she giggled, and JJ pulled her around and leaned over her, holding himself up on his left arm. “Want me to pick one? Won't that be boring, gorgeous?” “Maybe, Travis always-” “Don't. Kinda wanna guess that shit,” he held a finger to her lips to shush her, and she nodded in response. “Prolly something boring, like, common as fuck,” JJ pondered and a few seconds later a wide grin spread on his face. “Do I get something if I guess it on the first try?” “What do you want?” she whispered against his index finger. “You. All of you, anytime and anywhere.” “Reasonable expectations,” she chuckled. JJ leaned down and kissed the soft spot behind her ear before rasping a low “is that so, babe,” into her ear. y/n bit her lip and turned her face towards him, the blue in his eyes was barely visible and the air in between them was filled with a heavy, insatiable desire. “Sounds so much better when you say it,” she hushed and traced his lips with the tips of her fingers. “Keep looking at me like that, and I'll fuck you again.” “You're threatening me with a good time, Maybank,” she laughed and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

“Didn't think sex could actually be this much fun,” y/n sighed after a long time of tranquil cuddles. “Can I ask how many?” he asked quietly, and she hummed a little before answering. “I lost count after the fifth. Decided to only count them if they managed to finish it properly. So, one.” “Seriously?” “Yeah, just you. You think I was lying earlier?” y/n had to laugh. “Just doesn't make sense to me. Why would they- I mean, I get that they are all selfish bastards but come on! Making a girl cum is like 80% of the whole fun of it,” JJ exhaled loudly and y/n kissed him. “It's all right, Jay.” “Really not.”

“How long has it been that we actually slept in one bed?” y/n asked to distract him. “The day you told me about the Kook academy,” he muttered. “Fuck, that's forever ago. You still hate me for that?” “Might hate you a little less now,” he grinned, and she faked a gasp. “You think I could crash with you and JB just until I can find a place for myself,” y/n whispered. “Funny. You think I'll be letting you move out again? Especially without me? Not happening,” JJ shook his head firmly. “Oh Maybank, the piece of work you are.” “Nice piece though. Cute even,” he whispered. “Very much,” she chuckled and closed her eyes before pulling him back down to lie half on top of her. “Goodnight, asshole.” “Sweet dreams, sharky.”

y/n woke up with a light groan erupting from her throat. She turned to the right side of her bed to find it empty, and her heart sank to the pit of her stomach. “JJ?” she called out, but no one answered. On soft soles, she made her way into the living room area, finding a small pink note taped to the door. “Breakfast run. Be back b4 u notice -xx JJ” But y/n had noticed, and she had also taken into account how messed up the flat looked.

Pillows were thrown all over the living room floor, towels too. Dirty dishes in the sink and no food in the fridge. Her home was just as much of a mess as her life. Yet, instead of cleaning up, y/n decided to take a long shower. Reminiscing over the last night and letting all of her guilt be drowned out by how good JJ had made her feel. “Are you taking a shower without me?” she heard him ask and turned around to look at him through the fogged up glass of the shower door. “Good morning, lover,” y/n giggled and watched him take off his boots, then his shirt and shorts and finally the boxers that had yet again restricted his growing erection.

He pressed her against the tile and let his hands roam her body, groping harshly and making her moan and whimper with it. “How will I ever wanna stop wanting to fuck you?” he muttered to himself as she sucked on his fingers, which he was harshly pushing down her throat. “You wanna say something, gorgeous?” he taunted her, groaning and pulled his hand away again. “Fuck me, JJ,” she breathed, and in the blink of an eye he had her turned around and was thrusting into her from behind. JJ held onto her hips, pushing them against his in a harsh pace while his lips were connected to her back. Trailing kisses and loving bites up and down her spine. “Want me to fill you up, baby?” he rasped into her ear, and she moaned louder than before. “Yes, please, JJ- God- Gonna cum-” her words were cut short when he halted deep inside her and shot his whole load into her clenching pussy. And the band inside her stomach, the one he had so perfectly pulled tighter with every word, every kiss, every thrust, burst into a million pieces as she fell apart for him.

“I bought breakfast,” JJ said while cleaning himself up. “Good,” y/n mumbled, eyes screwed shut and her back leaning against the cold tile. He cupped her cheeks, softly rubbing his thumbs over her smooth skin. “Everything okay?” “No,” she wept, opening her eyes to stare back into his blue ones. “I don't want to hurt him.” “No one needs to know what we did,” JJ tried to calm her down. “Just be honest. Tell him that you don't love him, that's better than keeping this shit going and growing miserable over it.” “I don't like when you use your brain. You're supposed to be the stupid one of us,” she murmured with a light smile on her lips. “Nah, baby. I'm your voice of reason.” “That's worse,” she snorted, and he let his forehead fall to hers. “See, worked like a charm, my little plan.” “What plan?” “Getting you to laugh. Love your laugh, darling. Love you.” He finished his whispered musings by placing a kiss on her soft lips. “Get ready and dressed and meet me in the kitchen, ‘kay?” “Okay,” y/n nodded with a smile and watched him step away. “Love you too, dumbass.”

While y/n was getting ready, JJ tried his best to clean up and follow the instructions on the pancake mix bottle. He set the table and even put some flowers in a vase. Flowers that he had stolen from the flowerbeds that surrounded the parking lot of the building. “Wow,” y/n gasped as she walked into the living space. The room was filled with the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip pancakes and coffee. “Told you I'd apologize,” JJ said after turning around from his spot at the stove. “See, I nearly forgot about all that, but now that you remind me,” she spoke slowly while walking over to him and snaking her arms around his waist. “Would a Kook do the things we did last night?” “Can I just say sorry, and we move on?” JJ whined. “Depends on how good your pancakes are,” she grinned. He flipped around and quickly flipped the pancakes over before they could burn even more, having completely forgotten all about them while his focus had been on the girl in his arms. “You know, I only said all that ‘cause I was hurt. ‘Cause I missed you,” he mumbled without looking at her. “I know, I'm not mad at you for it. Not anymore. And you already made up for it.” She shrugged and walked over to the table and took her seat.

They ate and reminisced over old times, like the first time JJ had convinced her and JB, and most of all Big John, to take care of breakfast just for him to nearly burn down the Château in the process. And then they caught each other up on how life had been the last months. JJ did his best to not look disgusted every time she mentioned something so very Kooky, that he nearly got a visceral reaction over it.

The lock in the door clicked and ripped them both out of their bliss and back to reality. Travis, 6’1 with dark hair and green eyes, stumbled into the flat. He had dark rings under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept at all. “y/n?” he asked, but his eyes kept darting over to JJ. “I thought you were coming back tonight? Did something happen?” y/n jumped up and gave him a quick hug hello, but not letting herself linger for longer than a second. “The neighbors called over some unusual noise, so I came back as fast as I could to check on you,” he replied with a caring smile. “Oh, I didn't hear anything,” y/n lied without batting an eye, but her heart once again grew heavy. “I didn't know you'd be having guests,” Travis cleared his throat, but JJ kept quiet, simply observing and calculating when it would be the best moment to break Travis' nose, or jaw, depending on how much he would hurt y/n once she told him about it all. “Uhm, yeah, I uh- Well, I went by the Chat yesterday and JJ was- Doesn't matter, he just came by to apologize and talk,” y/n stumbled over her own words, and it got more and more difficult for her to keep her composure. “That's nice,” Travis nodded and let his bag fall down onto the floor, leaning in to kiss his girlfriend, but in the very last second y/n turned her head, and he only hit her cheek.

“Do you want to have breakfast?” she asked quickly and pulled him towards the table. JJ furrowed his brows at her as if to ask what she had planned, but she didn't even take much notice of it. “First time I see you have the curtains open,” Travis noted, and y/n had to gulp. “You know she's scared of heights, right?” JJ snarled. “Jay, be nice,” y/n whispered, and he turned to look at her again, his expression softening instantly. “Was just asking a question.” “I know, but the flat was already ours so it was easier,” Travis explained and JJ rolled his eyes. “Sure it was.”

“Travis, I need to talk to you,” y/n stood up and he nodded. The two walked towards the bedroom for more privacy, right into the scene of the crime he didn't know had been committed at all. “What's wrong, babe?” ‘Babe,’ the memory of JJ making fun of Travis’ pet name for her, was making her hair stand up in her neck. “I don't think I can do this anymore,” y/n shook her head and looked at her hands, fingers entangled and picking at her nails. “What do you mean?” He sat down on the bed, and she squirmed with how uncomfortable it all made her. “I mean the fact that we aren't really happy together. I mean the fact that I'm not made out for the life you want for yourself and I- I don't want you to grow resentful towards me over the years, all right? Travis, you and me, it's not working out.” She gazed right into his confused face, and he slowly shook his head. “But why?” “Because I'm not the girl you think I am. I'm not posh and polished and all your mom wants me to be. And I'm so sorry that I didn't realize it sooner. I'm gonna move out, you'll get the car back, I'll not go to that school-” “Nonsense, you got in on your own, and I don't need another car, especially one registered to your name, and it was a gift, so,” Travis paused to let out a long breath. “You don't love me anymore?” “No, I'm sorry. I might've confused a very good friendship with love, and I'm sorry for that,” she spoke softly and he nodded, tired eyes and a broken smile on his lips. “Always felt like we were trying too hard,” he chuckled. “We were.” “You don't have to move out, you can stay until you find a place or as long as you like.” “I don't think that's a good idea,” she whispered. “Can I ask something, and I promise I'm not gonna be mad, I just want the truth,” Travis asked quietly, his green eyes piercing her. “Of course.” “You slept with him? JJ?” A nod, that was all she could manage because the guilt over it all was still tugging on her heart. “Okay,” he nodded. “I didn't mean to, it just happened,” she started crying and for some reason he decided to comfort her. “You've always loved him more than me,” he mumbled against her shoulder before quickly letting go and leaving her alone in the room. And just a minute later she heard the front door fall into the lock and the rock that had flattened her heart was lifted for a while.

“You good?” JJ asked while leaning in the door frame. “Perfect. He wasn't even angry and too sweet and too good. Why am I so fucked up?” she cried, and JJ stepped over to where she was sitting and hugged her tightly, not letting go until her breath had stopped hitching, and the tears had stopped streaming. “C’mon, cupcake, we have a breakfast to finish, and then we'll get you out of here. Clean cut, as clean as it's possible,” JJ said and pulled her out of the room with him and into a better, and hopefully brighter future.

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wriothesleybear · 2 months

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Hewooo~ ✨️❤️This time i wanted to official ask you~ 🙈🤭 But first: how are you? I hope youre fine❤️✨️ Your writing of my request was just ....WOWW so so cute and warming~😘❤️Hgn....and it and the umbrella quote made me think of Rizzley finding us in Fontain, maybe in a small break of his, in rain holding an umbrella for us~✨️🤭🙈 hheheheehh~ please have a nice dayyyyyy/night/morning💕😘

Omg. First off, I am so sorry this took so long to finish! I had a first draft that I just didn't like as much so I scrapped it and started a new prompt. Second, I'm doing okay! I'm ready for spring break because I've been needing a break from work and classes. Thank you for asking🥺❤️ I'm glad you liked my writing for your request! I just liked your idea that I wanted to write for it and I always love hearing other people's thoughts on Wrio🥰 I hope this makes up for the long wait for this request! Maybe I'll redo the first draft I had for this prompt and post it separately but I'll have to see. Enjoy!~

~warnings: none, just fluff!

Let's say you're out and about shopping when suddenly it began to rain, causing you to quickly find shelter under a awning in front of a boutique. While waiting for the rain to stop so you could finally head home, you begin to sneeze and shiver due to your wet clothes that got soaked when you got caught in the unexpected rain. As you rub your arms to get some warmth, you hear someone call your name. You look up and your eyes land on Wriothesley. He's standing out in the middle of the main street, holding an umbrella to shelter himself from the rain. He walks over to you, curious as to why you're out in the cold. "What are you doing out her?"

"I was shopping and got caught in the rain. I didn't even think to bring my umbrella with me when I left my house this morning." You sneeze, still shivering from your cold, wet clothes. He noticed your appearance and how you had your arms wrapped around yourself as you shivered. He moved next to you under the awning, setting his umbrella down so he could take his coat off. He places it onto your shoulders, wrapping it around you. He rubs his hands down your arms, trying to help you warm up. You blushed, eyes wide at his unexpected actions. You've know Wriothesley for while now and you two were great friends. You knew how kind he was, but what threw you off guard was the intimate act of closeness. This was something you usually read about in the romance novels you secretly read in your free time. You couldn't help but blush at the thought of Wriothesley and you being a couple. Your head began to swarm with thoughts of 'Did he have feelings for you? No, of course he didn't. You two were only friends and he was just doing what any good friend would do.'

You were so caught up in your thoughts, you didn't notice that you've been staring at Wriothesley the whole time. His voice finally breaks you from your thoughts when he calls your name. "Hm what?"

"I said, you feeling warmer?" He chuckles "Oh! Yes I am. Thank you Wriothesley, but you should take your jacket back. You'll get sick in this rain." You began to slip his coat off , but he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders. "I'll be fine. You need it more than me." He reasons while pulling the coat around you more. You end up accepting his kind gesture without further argument. You tug his coat closer to you, snuggling into it while smiling and blushing at his sweet gesture. "Thanks Wrio." As you thank him, you give him a soft look with that cute smile of yours that he looks so much.

He clears his throat, averting his gaze as he turns his head to hide the slight redness in his cheeks. "It's no issue. Come on. I'll walk you home." He grabs his umbrella , opening it to cover the both of you as you go out into the rain. He suddenly wraps his strong arm around you, pulling you close to him. You're surprised by his unexpected gesture which he notices by the look on your face. "The umbrella's not that big so you need to stand close to me so you don't get soaked again." You nod your head and move your body closer to his. Even though it was cold from the weather, you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. Not only that but you could also feel the hardness of his muscles through his clothes. You didn't know how much redder your cheeks could get. Wriothesley was also lost in his thoughts. He was enjoying the closeness of your body to his. Despite the reason he gave you, a part of him may have used it as an excuse to put his arm around you and hold you close.

While walking in silence, you decide to break it. "What are you doing up here Wriothesley?" It's a bit odd to see the Duke of Meropide on the surface."

"I had a meeting with Monsieur Neuvillette. Did you not like running into me up here?" He teases. "Of course not. I always enjoy seeing you. Plus if I didn't run into you, I probably would have freezed to death." You exaggerate. You both chuckle, but he can't help but notice the way his heart beats faster and the excitement that fills his body at your confession of how you enjoy seeing him. He plays along and continues his teasing. "I suppose that makes me your hero." You laugh as he smiles, enjoying the sound of your beautiful laugh. "My hero. How shall I ever repay you."

"How about having tea with me?" You two usually had tea together, but you couldn't help but feel that his offer was more than a tea date between friends. You ignore the feelings and accept his offer. "I would love to." You smile at one another. You two continue your walk to your home, sharing laughs and conversation as you near your home.

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Forget Him Part 2 - Neteyam Sully

A/N - Oh my fucking god its been like too many months since I've written something, god damn I apologise. I've been going through a bit of a storm lately and genuinely forgot that I had this account and these drafts🤭 I’ve had a few submissions so I’ll be getting started on them soon🫡 ALSO I FEEL LIKE THE ENDING OF THIS IS SHIT AND IF IT IS PLS LET ME KNOW AND I'LL REWRITE IT OR SOMETHING THANK YOU

All characters are aged up. Warnings - arguing, swearing, p in v, oral (f receiving), fighting, Lo’ak is a dick but I’ll make up for it I promise🫶🏻 also this is not proof read so ignore any spelling mistakes or errors🩷 MDNI

"You're mine now." Neteyam whispered against your bare skin. The thick wilderness enclosing you gave the impression that it was just the two of you on the whole of Pandora. Just you and Neteyam, in your own bubble of lovesick air and wet kisses. You hummed gently as Neteyam once again found your nipple and took it into his mouth, your fingers found his braids and threaded themselves into them.

In the fog of the moment, you couldn't shake away what Loak's reaction to this would be. Rage is all you could think of. Red hot rage, no doubt he'd start on Neteyam straight away. You had no regrets, you realised in your first kiss with Neteyam that you'd be in love with him all along but you couldn't wash the guilt building in a pit in your stomach.

Like an instinct, Neteyam's firm hand found your hot cheek and his thumb stroked against the soft skin gently knowing your thoughts were creeping up on you. "Don't think about him, Y/n." He breathed into your neck, planting kisses along your jawline. Your body submitted to him in ways it never did with Lo'ak and you relaxed under the gentle rain of kisses.

Neteyam knew your body immediately and you finally understood the meaning of being someone's mate. You were emotionally, mentally and physically on the same level as him, and you now understood why you never mated with Lo'ak. You weren't compatible, you shared only a common sexual desire which could never be quenched. With Neteyam you were whole, you would never go thirsty. Lo'ak had some maturing to do but Neteyam was already there and that's what you needed.

Neteyam's eyes glinted and he rose, gently settling you on the forest floor. His fingers trailed your body, over every bioluminescent freckle and fluttered around the strings of your loincloth. You hadn't even noticed the slick pooling beneath it. A warm fire kindled in your womb and the thirst to feel him inside you crashed over you. Neteyam smiled, your desire for him was evident in your eyes which looked into his desperately. "Patience, tiyawn." He savoured every second of this, watching how your body reacted to his touch. Wanting this night to last forever.

With his eyes locked on yours, he took his time to undo your loincloth and drag it down your legs and finally completely off, disregarding it in the wilderness. You drew a sharp breath as the cool night air hit your bare core. Neteyam was almost in a trance, his breath hitching in his throat. He parted your legs, and kissed your stomach. "Don't be afraid to be loud." He gave you a small grin as you rolled your eyes and answered, "You wish, Teyam."

With a strong hold on your thighs, Neteyam explored your soaked pussy with his tongue. Tasting the nectar of your body and finding out exactly what you liked. Your sweet moans and whimpers forced their way from your throat. Your back arched off the cold forest floor and you clung to Neteyam's braids in desperation. Neteyam’s iron grip on your thighs made it impossible to escape his beautiful tongue as it worked on your sopping core. Your cries filled the humid air and Neteyam moaned as your juices filled his mouth and followed lusciously down to your cheeks, finding just as much pleasure in this as you did.

“Holy shit, Neteyam! I’m gonna cum!” You managed to let out these words between your uncontrollable moans, feeling a coil tightening in your stomach. Neteyam hummed and the vibration fluttered against your sensitive clit which was being rolled against his tongue, sending throbs of pleasure through your body. Your legs began to tremble and your mouth hung open in bliss as your release washed over you. You came into Neteyam’s welcoming mouth and he lapped up the excess like a thirsty puppy. When he resurfaced, his eyes were golden, the lust practically spilling out of them as they locked on your own which fluttered as you came down from your high. The evidence of your orgasm was still dripping luxuriously down his chin.

The warm fire in your womb was now raging and the pleasure from your first orgasm made you hungry for another. Neteyam released your thighs and they wrapped around his waist, pleading for his touch. A grin found his lips and they found yours, the desire to feel you around him now evident in his eagerness. “Think you can take me, baby?” His voice was cocky and you bit your lip, nodding your head.

“Use your words, yawne.” Your pussy clenched around nothing and you moaned at how he was dragging this out. “Yes Teyam, now please fuck me I can’t wait any longer.” The connection from your bond heightened your emotions and you could feel yourself losing it. Neteyam’s eyes darkened and while one hand cupped the side of your face, admiring your beauty in the reflecting light of the bioluminescent plants, the other untied his loincloth and let it drop to the ground. His cock sprung up already dripping pre cum.

Out of curiosity, you peered down at it and found that while he wasn’t much longer then Lo’ak, he was almost twice as thick. You shuddered, that’s never gonna fit. Neteyam must have read your face because he kissed you comfortingly and started to gently run his tip between your wet folds, “Don’t look so scared, I won’t ever hurt you.” He assured you. After making sure his cock was covered in as much of your slick as possible, he pushed himself gently into you. Only allowing the tip, to let yourself start to adjust. Your back arched significantly off the thick forest floor and a shocked gasp escaped your plump lips.

Neteyam groaned watching your face screw up in pleasure, but remained composed and resisted the temptation to slide the rest of his length into you. The hot feeling of being stretched to the brim quickly subsided and pleasure took over. You whined and wrapped your legs strongly around Neteyam’s waist trying to pull him further into you.

Neteyam chuckled and gave you what you want, “Someone’s needy.” He groaned. He was giving you slow, hard thrusts. Sweet sounds escaped your mouth when his hips made contact with your skin, a small slapping sound filtering into the echo of the wilderness. “Neteyam please don’t- I need you so bad.” Your eyebrows knitted as frustration set in, desperate for him to pick up the pace.

Neteyam hummed and kissed your neck, sucking at the skin so dark purple hickeys formed. Marking you as his. Neteyam’s slow thrusts began to quicken, pushing himself into you until he had nothing left to give. His tip kissed at your sweet spot effortlessly. Immediately, you became a hot mess under him. Your soft whimpers turned into intense moans and you felt your stomach bulge with every thrust.

Neteyam watched you in awe as he admired the faces you made, his own pleasure rippling through him. He groaned and felt a shudder of pleasure hit every nerve in his body, your beautiful faces we’re gonna send him to Eywa. “Fuck you’re so pretty tìyawn.” He moaned, unwrapping your legs from his waist and lifting them to his shoulders, thrusting passionately into you as you practically screamed his name into the night.

“Fuck Neteyam! You’re s-so deep!” You cried, your stomach felt tight like it couldn’t take anymore of Neteyam’s pounding.

“I know, I know baby. But this is what you wanted wasn’t it? You want to cum all over my dick, hm?” His voice was like velvet and his words sent you closer to your release. Neteyam rubbed his face into the crook of your neck biting down gently as he fucked into you relentlessly, your walls tightening around him was driving him crazy. Your hands clawed at his back, scratching at the beautiful blue skin.

“Neteyam p-please I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, losing yourself as your legs started to shake on his shoulders.

Neteyam nodded, biting his own lip as the pain from your scratches and the pleasure from his thrusting was threatening to finish him. “Cum baby. Cum all over my fucking dick.” He commanded.

With a loud trail of moans and whimpers, your legs began to shake violently. Your stomach contracted and you gushed all over his dick. Neteyam followed swiftly after, groaning as his thick cum coated your walls. He thrusted lazily to help you through your high before withdrawing, a river of cum oozing out of you, and collapsing onto the forest floor next to you.

His arms found you and brought you to lay on his chest, his heart thumped softly in your ear. A sudden tiredness washed over you and you almost fell asleep on Neteyam’s warm chest. “Neteyam.” You whispered.

Neteyam’s ears perked at your voice and he hummed in response. “I love you.” You murmured. A massive smile found its way to Neteyam’s face and he kissed the top of you head sweetly, soaking in your scent. “I love you too, tìyawn.” He told you.

The stars twinkled down onto you as you took a moment to just appreciate the night together. It couldn’t be more perfect. “I just wanted to tell you that before your likely death at the hands of Lo’ak when we go back.” You sighed, you didn’t want to go back. You were happy in your little bubble with Neteyam.

“Not gonna happen. I just got you, I’m not letting him ruin that.” He laughed slightly before sitting up and running his eyes over the marks he made on you.

You spent another hour cleaning each other up. Bathing each other in a hot spring nearby. You turned Neteyam around to run water over his back and gasped slightly when you saw the sight of his marked back. Hot pink scratches ran down his skin, and you traced them gently. “Don’t you dare apologise. I like when you mark me. It’s fair game. Plus it’ll just remind Lo’ak of who has you now.” You smiled and kissed his back tenderly.

You watched Neteyam intently as he cleaned you up, taking extra care when lifting your legs. You had never seen Lo’ak be so gently with you, but every movement from Neteyam was delicate. The way he wrung out the cloth that he washed you with, his fingers against your skin, the way he patted you dry. You didn’t think it was possible to fall even more in love with this man, but you were.

And when you finally had to return to the village, Neteyam engulfed you in his warm body as you flew on his ikran to keep you warm against the biting wind. As you saw the flickering fires of your village approaching in the distance, a nervous feeling settled into your stomach. “Can you stay with me tonight?” You asked Neteyam, just loud enough for him to hear above the flapping of wings.

Neteyam kissed your temple and nodded, knowing you must have felt nervous about confronting Lo’ak. After a few minutes, all the while your stomach churned with anxiety, Neteyam landed his ikran softly in front of your lonely hut. “We don’t have to tell Lo’ak tonight baby. I’ll stay with you and we can just tell him tomorrow.” Neteyam proposed, stroking your arm comfortingly before jumping gracefully onto the ground and helping you down.

You nodded, feeling some unease evaporate. You took Neteyam’s hand as you led the way into your hut. You quickly realised Neteyam has never really been in your bedroom. You blushed at the thought of him seeing your childhood toys you kept for sentimental reasons. As you opened the flap and stepped into your main space, your smile fell as you saw Lo’ak sat on your couch, glaring daggers into you.

Neteyam walked in after you and was just as shocked to see Lo’ak. Lo’ak smiled at his brother, “Thanks for bringing her home bro. You can go now.” He told his brother, his gaze returning back to you. How he hadn’t noticed your hands intertwined together you didn’t know but you were just waiting for him to explode.

“Where have you been Y/n?” Lo’ak asked, stretching I comfortably. It made you mad, seeing how comfortable he was intruding your home when you thought you had made it clear earlier you didn’t want him here. “Lo’ak I think we need to talk.” Neteyam spoke for you.

Lo’ak caught glimpse of your hands wrapped together and his chest visibility shuddered. You could see his jaw clench from where you were stood. To your surprise, he laughed gently as he stood up, his braids tied back in a ponytail. He approached Neteyam and pushed him slightly on the shoulder with a smile firm on his lips still, “Did you fuck my girl?” His voice was like venom and you felt the anticipation of a fist fight lingering in the air.

“Lo’ak please-“ You tried to push Lo’ak gently away from your mate. His skin was hot against your skin like it always was when he was raging. Neteyam pushed you back with his arm protectively, his eyes locked on his little brother. Lo’ak eyes faltered on the dark marks on your neck and chest, the sudden scent of his brother on your skin now pungent in the hot air. Lo’ak lipped his bottom lip. “Lo’ak we need to talk like adults here.” Neteyam spoke calmly but you could feel a hint of a threat in his voice.

Lo’ak nodded and smiled, it was a smile you recognised, a smile he gave when he was about to blow. “Talk like adults. Mhm. Okay. That’s fine.” He finished his sentence with a firm punch to Neteyam’s jaw, sending him stumbling back before regaining his balance.

“Don’t fucking touch her! She’s mine! Hear me! Mine.” Lo’ak roared, veins in his arm popping with rage. Neteyam dropped his jaw, moving it to assess any injuries. He knew his brother never intended to hurt anyone, he was a rebellious teenager who couldn't control his anger. He just needed some guidance. Still, he couldn't lie and say that it didn't sting. "Lo'ak enough! Please. We are mated, its done! There's nothing you can do now. I love him." Your voice softened as you reached the end of your words.

Hearing the word "mated" was a slap in the face to Lo'ak. The severity of the situation set in. He watched as you rushed to Neteyam, checking him over affectionately. As much as he hated to admit it, it felt right. He had no intention of mating with you, he couldn't give you what you wanted and he couldn't love you as much as Neteyam could. It was like you said, he had some growing to do.

"Y-you're mated?" He said softly, like he was trying to get it through his head. Neteyam nodded, "Yes Lo'ak. I'm sorry, but I don't regret it." He told his brother. You felt guilty, like you'd abandoned Lo'ak when he needed you. You bit your lip and wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to hug you. Lo'ak felt the realisation and buried his head into your neck despite the scent of your new mate flooding his nose. "I'm sorry Lo'ak. You'll make a woman very happy someday." You let him go and smiled, kissing his cheek innocently.

Lo'ak smiled ever so slightly, nodding to his brother. This didn't rid him of the betrayal he was feeling nor the anger which was now more directed at himself but he had come to terms with it. It was Eywa's will.

"We'll talk later?" Neteyam suggested to his brother, wanting to mend things over. Lo'ak nodded, looked to you and smiled before walking himself from your hut leaving whatever feelings he had for you with it.

Neteyam wrapped his arms fluidly around your waist, studying your features up close. "He'll be okay, we'll help him. Like you said, he'll make a woman happy someday. Just not my woman." Neteyam ended with a smirk and kissed you.

You were ready for this new chapter in your life. You were where you belonged all along.

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