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dantakeyoman · 2 years

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Neteyam Has Something Important To Tell You As You Patch Him Up (SFW)

Reader is Fem! Omaticaya

CW: fluff, Neteyam is smooth asf, little bit of blood, Neteyam is a simp, Mo’at is an awesome wing-woman, Utral Aymokriyä is where Jake and Neytiri mated

“Be sure that mushroom is ground well, (y/n). We will need it when the hunting party return,” Mo’at instructed, implying the bioluminescent fungi that sat next to you.

You nodded firmly, placing the plant into something that was the earthly equivalent of a mortar and pestle, and promptly starting your work.

You loved your job as a healer, and took it very seriously. Even more so since, recently, Mo’at has been giving you lessons in perfecting your craft.

The right way to turn your wrist when grinding ingredients, how one’s blood can tell their origins, better methods to connect with Eywa.

Because of her, you have become 10x the better healer than you were before, and you were beyond thankful.

Throughout your childhood, you had dreamed of becoming a healer and helping your people. But once you met a certain Sully, who was next in line for Olo’eyktan, that dream slightly warped throughout the years.

Of course you still wanted to heal your people, there was no doubt about that. But instead of being a healer, you wanted to be the healer.

His healer.

“Not too much, (y/n). You don’t want the paste to be too thin,” Mo’at calmly reminded, keeping her eyes on her own grinding.

You snapped yourself out of it, slightly embarrassed that you let yourself become so lost in thought.

“Sorry,” you apologized, quickly putting the bowl down.

“Is there something on your mind, child?” she asked, a slight smirk on her face.

Just by your flustered face, she could tell what you were thinking about.

Or rather, who.

She wasn’t blind to how you looked at Neteyam, or how Neteyam looked at you. She had known about your feelings for each other since you were children.

And since her grandson was fast approaching the age where he would become Olo’eyktan, she figured refining your healing abilities would improve your candidacy for Tsahik.

Not like anyone else held a candle to you in Neteyam’s eyes anyway.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I am just-.” You suddenly remembered why you had busied yourself with medicine-making in the first place.

“Nervous for the hunting party,” you told a hafl-truth, sighing as you picked up the next mushroom, dropping it in the bowl.

Jake was letting Neteyam lead the hunting party for the first time.

And to say you were nervous was an understatement.

“He will be fine. His father taught him well. And he has a fine healer waiting for him at home,” she knowingly smiled, pouring this small satchel of powder into her bowl.

You blushed, focusing back to your bowl at the woman’s implications.

Surely you hadn’t made it that obvious.

And by the grace of Eywa, the familiar scent of the man you love ( he had completed Iknimaya a while ago ) filled the healing room.

“Grandmother! (y/n)! You must come and see what we have brought back. You will never believe it’s size!” Neteyam exclaimed as he quickly opened the tent flaps, his voice beaming with happiness

You quietly laughed to yourself at his excited manner, feeling foolish for ever being worried in the first place.

You giddily turned around, only to be met with his proud, bloody-faced smile.

“Neteyam!” you worriedly gasped, frantically getting up an rushing over to him.

He had large scratches on his cheek, and one big slash on his chest, all of which left large stains of blood on his skin.

You quickly, and carefully, held his face in your hands, ignoring his insisting that he was fine as you turned it to see if there was any more damage.

“Are you alright? Does it hurt?”

Neteyam smiled to himself, stupidly, relishing in the feeling of your soft hands on his face.

He could feel himself heating up just by your closeness. And by this distance, he could see every beautiful feature on your face perfectly.

“Why are you smiling? This is serious! Please, sit down,” you ordered, taking your hands from his face and grabbing his forearm, walking him in the middle of the room and sitting him down.

Mo’at smiled, carefully placing her bowl on the floor and standing up. “I shall give you two a moment.”

And with that, she walked out the room, but not without shooting you a wink before closing the flaps.

You sighed, grabbing the bowl she put down and sitting in front of Neteyam.

“It does not hurt as bad as you think. Truly,” he smiled, your fussing over him making something stir inside his stomach.

“Well pain or not, I must put this on your wounds so they may heal properly,” you dismissed, scooping up a small glob of paste with your two fingers.

When you looked back up at him, you realized that you were too far away. In order for this medicine to work, it must be rubbed in well.

Neteyam looked at you, confused, as you took a deep breath, quickly sitting yourself in his lap, practically straddling him.

His breath hitched.

He had never had his crush sit on top of him before. Hell, you had never even been this close to him before.

Every part of him that was touching you was now heating up by the second, so much so that he’d thought he’d burn.

But looking at your face, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, like you had done this a million times before.

“I’m sorry, but I have to rub this in correctly,” you apologized, beginning to massage the paste into the cuts on his face.

“I have no complaints,” he smiled, resting his hands on your waist so you wouldn’t fall off.

When you got to a particularly large cut, he winced, the paste making the wound sting.

You smirked, giving him a soft flick on the forehead. “I know the future Olo’eyktan is not taken down by a little medicine.”

He smirked off the pain, looking you right in the eyes. “Never.”

You chuckled, moving on to next cut, when the mention of the position reminded you of your thoughts earlier.

But your thoughts soon turned for the worse.

“You are going to become Olo’eyktan soon. How do you feel?” you asked emptily, placing your two paste covered fingers on his chest.

He was concerned with your sudden mood change, but also loved the way your fingers felt on his skin, sending another stir to his stomach.

“It is exciting. And scary at the same time. I have so much to live up to,” he truthfully answered, looking down at himself.

You scooped some more paste on your fingers, giving him a quick glance.

“Well, you are not alone. You will have a Tsahik,” you sadly smiled, halting your massages on his wound.

You did not want to cry in front of him, but the tears were beginning to well.

“We have many that will surely be a good fit. Eyati is a strong hunter. And beautiful, too.”

It all clicked for Neteyam.

That was why you looked so sad. You believed he was going to chose someone else as his mate ( like he would ever ).

Amused, he laughed, slightly offended that you would ever think that anyone could take your place in his heart.

“What is so funny?” you asked softly, looking at him sad eyes, quite hurt that he was laughing.

He smiled, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“You talk of me mating with another woman as you sit in my lap, massaging my chest. My love, that is funny.”

My love?

His thumb caressed your cheek as he pulled you in closer, resting his forehead on yours.

“(y/n), I see no one better fit than you to be my Tsahik. You may not be a strong hunter, but you are a strong healer. And more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen. Eyati may be a good fit, but you are the one I wish to mate with, not her,” Neteyam spoke sincerely, his eyes not leaving you for a moment.

You were flustered to say the least.

You’d never thought you’d hear those words coming out of his mouth. And boy, did it sound amazing when they did.

“(y/n)...I see you,” he finished, smiling as you cupped his cheek, placing his hand on top of yours.

“I see you, Neteyam,” you smiled back, a few happy tears managing to slide down your cheeks.

That was all he needed before he roughly kissed you, pulling you in by the nape of your neck.

You kissed just as roughly, moving your hands down to his chest as he tilted his head, getting better angle on you.

He wrapped his tail around your thigh, you doing same, trying to keep each other as close together as possible.

But sooner or later, you had to breath.

The both of you separated, panting with smiles on your face as you rested on each other’s forehead again.

“Forget dinner. I want to take you to Utral Aymokriyä right now,” Neteyam seductively growled, wrapping you in his arms and standing up, twirling you around the room.

“Neteyam! You still have to heal!” you blushed, resting your hands on his chest as you buried your face in his shoulder in embarrassment.

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #atwow x reader #atwow #omitacaya

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spdrvyn · 16 days

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unofficial sequel to mr. spider and his journalist

MIGUEL GIVES READER THE 'SPIDER-MAN' KISS — short blurb! i've been so preoccupied with school that i have so many drafts, but this idea crossed my mind a lot so enjoy :3<

"You really need to stop calling this a date. Me saving your sorry ass from nasty republicans does not qualify as a date."

"Maybe, but you're holding me in your arms right now. You're quite the romantic after all, Miguel."

Despite your teasing, Miguel refuses to loosen his grip on you. He only puts you down when you reach the small balcony of your flat, he hangs upside down from the meager ceiling above, and you chuckle. You can tell that he's frowning even with the mask on, it only gets funnier when he actually takes it off.

"I'm serious," he sighs. It looks painful to do so from the angle he's at. "You need to start being more careful. You're on thin ice with the public right now, you might want to consider hiring an actual bodyguard."

"But I already have an actual bodyguard," you mock his tone. The icey cold air that blasts when he glares at you probably says that there's no room to push his buttons anymore. "I am being careful, I wouldn't do something like that on purpose, but..."

"But?"

"I missed you," your hands delicately cup his cheeks, and you fruitlessly fix his dark hair out of his face. "You have unfortunately given me a taste of a life outside of my work and now I'm addicted to it. How could you do this to me?"

With the constant tension in Miguel's features, it was easy to tell when he got taken aback by something. Maybe you've just known him for that long that it's become light work, but you adored how all the sharp edges and lines practically smoothed over.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, delicately. "I missed you too. I'm just scared for you a lot of the time, both of our jobs are dangerous, we tend to cross paths in public a lot, it's—"

Before he can continue any further, you lean forward and capture his mouth in a tender kiss. It's enough to untangle the knots in his body, any more and the claws on his feet could detach from the ceiling.

If he wasn't already dizzy from the blood circulating to his head, he is now. He's looking at you upside down, but you're still beautiful. Stupidly so.

"I love you." His cheeks grow warm under your hands, and you smile as you continue. "You excite me in ways that my work never could, I like sneaking around with you, I like the danger of being with you because I love you, but I want us to exist outside of that too. You're amazing, and I want to know more about you as Miguel."

Your knack at journalism has (to his demise) given you a silver tongue, the confession rolls off of it like you were reading a script, so full of vigor and sincerity.

Miguel is too dizzy to be comprehensive, so he leans in again, and again, and again. Until he's stolen both of your breaths away, because that's the least he can do to repay you for stealing his heart first. Only then, does he whisper:

"I love you too."

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #x reader #x gn reader #x gn y/n

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hedwig221b · 4 months

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Not the same anon but your fav jealous and possessive Derek fics? I’m talking toxic possessive, Stiles always in sight and scented and being touched cuz Derek just CANNOT STOP 💞💞💞😌👆🏼🙂‍↕️

Hi, hello, here you go 🔥💖 (p.s. we need more obsessed borderline toxic Derek pleek)

As it Should Be by KuroKitty (HaleYes)

Stiles comes home from his 18th birthday party at the bowling alley to find a surprise waiting for him in his room.

Or, the one where Derek has no chill.

Assume I'm just An Asshole by mannersmakethmine

the pack always finding Stiles and Derek in coupley situations and assuming they're fake dating because there's a new threat in town, and Stiles and Derek because the shits that they are just go along with it.

Deflowered by astrugglingstoic

In which there is a prince, a knight, sequential sword fights, and an anecdote about pressed flower petals.

Feral Formalities by Aleandri

"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table. Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food. Right in front of another Alpha. Who he was on a date with. To discuss being heat partners…." In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!

five times derek is protective of stiles and one time it's the other way around

Yeah, okay, so maybe Derek was a tad too protective of Stiles. So what? Sue him for worrying about his best friend, whom he totally does not have a raging crush on.

Okay, so maybe he does.

Shut up.

Hung The Moon by BurnItAllClean (nrnyx)

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

Might be a Predator by churkey

Derek's mom once told him they were predators. It never occurred to him to ask, 'If werewolves are predators, what do we hunt?'.

Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales by Little Spoon (JaydenNara)

Going to college was exciting and new, a chance for new friends and a fresh start, and the best part was, there was a supernatural fraternity on campus, meaning Scott finally had the freedom to be himself.

Then he met the resident human who came with a stalker alpha. What was the point of a supernatural fraternity if he still had to pretend to be human. And seriously, did Stiles ever fall asleep somewhere normal?

of gods & monsters by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“I’m not the best at conversation. I’ve been told I have no finesse for it.”

Stiles took a step closer to Derek, pushing the billowing silk out of the way. “And what would you say if you looked at me now?”

Derek looked up, startled for a moment when he realized he was now looking at Stiles’ unveiled face. He was silent for a beat, taking in Stiles’ features for the first time, convinced he would never see such beauty unveiled for him alone.

Oh my (let me look at those eyes) by Gorgeousgreymatter

A few months ago, he might’ve been able to solve this with some force—a little man-handling, a snarl, a glimpse of teeth. But he looks at Stiles’s broken face, knows he’s seen too much horror and blood and evil, the whole Big Bad Wolf routine is just going to fall flat. Because Derek looks at Stiles and he doesn’t carry himself like a teenager anymore. He carries himself like a soldier.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

The Boy Is Mine, You Bonkers! by frownypup

It turns out that the words ‘a painfully smart and brave unclaimed human who is stupidly unutilized in Beacon Hill’s pack’ became the hottest gossip in werewolf underground. Yes, what the hell. Stiles’ existence has changed from a plankton to a rising sun.

Derek Hale has something he needs to say about it.

Three Little Words by Chloepioneer

“Oh god,” he whines, slapping a hand over his mouth to quell the vomit that boils the back of his throat. “Derek, is that the mailman?”

or Derek has a bad habit of killing people that take an interest in Stiles. Stiles might like it a little bit.

won't you torture someone else's sleep by redeyedwrath

I love you, Derek thinks, but he doesn’t say it, just watches Stiles throw his head back in laughter that isn’t for him and never will be. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Maybe if he thinks it hard enough, Stiles will hear him.

you are an obsession (i am your possession) by EvanesDust

Once Derek catches that tantalizing scent, he can’t stay away. Stiles. Derek’s completely enthralled by him. Obsessed. But all he can do is stand in the shadows, watching and waiting. Until he can make Stiles his, that is. And when that happens, Derek will never let him go.

Pack nights are not for getting laid by igotdamn

Stiles goes out clubbing, Derek doesn't like that very much.

Obsession by Rae666

Derek gets hit by a witch's curse and is confined to his loft as his uncle searches for a cure and Isaac stands guard. But as the curse grows worse and Derek's obsession with a certain pale skinned person becomes increasingly intense, how long can the team keep Derek and Stiles apart, especially when Stiles decides to take matters into his own hands?

#sterek #sterek fic #sterek fanfic #sterek fic rec #sterek ao3 #sterek fanfiction #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles stilinski #derek hale #hedwig221b replies #stiles x derek #eternal sterek

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lnfours · 9 months

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you are in love | l.n

summary: the moment where you knew he was the one.

warnings: best friends to lovers au, shitty dates, language, a little bit of innuendos, and just pure, tooth rotting fluff.

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you walked out of the restaurant, nails tapping against your screen as you walked on the sidewalk. there was a soft, warm breeze in the city of monaco as you stared down at your phone. your phone locked once you found somewhere to stand, out of the sight from the crowds, and specifically the guy you had left at the dinner table.

can you come get me?

it was almost ten. and if he wasn’t asleep, he was definitely doing better things with his time-

of course, where are you?

your heart pattered against your chest, your fingers moving to tell him the name of the street corner you were standing at. he had responded quickly after, saying he’d be there in five.

and he was, the mclaren pulling up besides you. he had the top open for the nighttime summer breeze to flow through. you stepped closer, opening the door and climbing in carefully before closing it behind you.

“you alright?” he asked, car still parked as he made sure he didn’t have to go back into the restaurant and give the guy a piece of his mind.

when you nodded, he let out a breath of relief, “i just really know how to pick ‘em, huh?”

he huffed out a laugh, pulling onto the road, “we could say that,” he looked back over at you as you looked out the window, “back to mine? or yours?”

you met those stupidly beautiful green eyes and you let out a shaky breath as his eyes scanned your features, “yours is fine. blair is out of town anyway, so it’s been lonely.”

“oh, yeah? where she go this time? ibiza? france?” he joked and you snorted next to him. your roommate, blair, came from money. big money. and every other weekend, she always had somewhere new to take her father’s private jet. even if it was just to visit a louis vuitton store in paris.

her frequent trips had become an inside joke to you, max and lando. so far as to where the three of you make bets on which extravagant place shes visiting every time she leaves. this week, it’s bali.

“close,” you nod, “her family’s vacationing in bali this week.”

“damn,” he mumbled, “so close.”

you both shared a soft laugh, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you as you watched the city life out the window. he couldn’t help but take occasional glances towards you, his eyes falling to the necklace sparkling around your neck.

the one he had gotten you for your most recent birthday. you had refused to accept his gift at first, immediately shaking your head when you spotted the tiffany blue box underneath the wrapping paper.

but he insisted, and now you never took it off. a silver heart engraved with a little four. a subtle detail, but a special one. some people thought he seemed ‘full of himself’ because he got you a gift with his number on it. but, you were the one who encouraged him to chase his dreams. the one who pushed him to do better, the one who never believed for a second how the media tried to paint him out to be.

because, to you, he wasn’t ’lando norris: mclaren formula one driver with a sassy attitude who’s full of himself’, to you he was just ‘lando: the boy you’ve known your entire life, who knew everything about you, and the boy who would pick you up after a shitty date’.

at the end of the day, it was always the two of you against anything and everything. two peas in a pod, as cisca would say.

the two of you got to his apartment, his key unlocking the door and pushing it open. once you got inside, you kicked your heels off by the door as he made his way into the kitchen.

“do you still have those makeup wipes i left here?” you asked.

he nodded, reaching into one of the cupboards as he grabbed the white mug with little yellow stars on it. your mug.

“should be in the top drawer in the bathroom with your toothbrush and hairbrush,” he said, turning back to you, “want a coffee?”

you nodded, letting out a soft sigh, “please. milk and two-“

“two sugars,” he smiled softly, “i know.”

you smiled back at him before turning and walking down the hallway to his bedroom. when you entered, you took in the view of his freshly made bed and the hamper in the corner being empty. a sign that he had done his laundry and cleaned the house today.

you hummed softly, opening the closet door and thumbing through the different hoodies he had. you settled on an older mclaren one, the same one he had lent you a few years back when you were crying on his couch.

you also snagged a pair of sweatpants while you were in there, changing into them and placing your dress on his dresser. making a mental note to take it with you when he takes you home in the morning.

once you had taken your makeup off in the bathroom, you made your way back to the living room where he was sitting on the couch, phone in hand as he held his mug. you sat next to him, your mug on the table next to you. you took it into your hands, smiling over the rim.

“thank you,” you said.

“‘course,” he smiled, locking his phone and picking up the remote, “what episode were we on before we fell asleep the other night? i don’t remember,”

you looked over at the tv in front of you, now noticing he had the show the two of you had been watching pulled up. you twisted your lips in thought.

“uhm, i think six? maybe seven?” you said, he clicked on six and after a few seconds you realized the two of you had guessed correctly.

at some point during the show, your head had ended up on his shoulder. his arm had pulled you closer into him, taking in the smell of his cologne and the shampoo he used. a scent you had grown to love, to look forward to every time he wrapped his arms around you to give you a hug, or whenever you were close enough to him to pick up on it.

at some point you had zoned out, thinking to yourself. maybe the reason all these dates hadn’t worked out was because they all lacked something. something no one else had other than lando, the boy who knew you like the back of his hand.

you shifted, moving to look at the boy with curly brown hair, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the tv. you took in the beauty marks that freckled his face, the ones he used to complain about when he was younger, but you always said it was your favorite thing.

maybe it wasn’t the fact that lando knew you like the back of your hand that turned you away from all the other men who’d swipe right on you. maybe it was the fact that they weren’t him.

you didn’t know when, but somehow you had fallen in love with the boy next to you. i mean, who could blame you? he was everything you could ever dream of, the perfect man.

he turned and met your eyes, his face inches from yours now. you smiled softly, his lips turning up in return. his eyes scanned yours and you took in a nervous breath when his eyes traveled to your lips.

“i’m sorry that date didn’t work out for you,” he said softly, “these guys really don’t know what they’re missing out on.”

you shrugged, “it’s okay,” your heart was hammering against your chest, questioning silently to yourself if he could hear it.

he couldn’t, but he could tell when he scanned your face that you didn’t really seem all that upset. he wasn’t really sorry, either, to be fair. it might’ve seemed selfish, but he always anticipated your ‘can you come get me?’ texts whenever he knew you were going out. he prayed the dates would fail, so he could finally be the one to take you out and do it properly. give you that fairytale kind of love you deserve.

he blurted out before his mind could even filter it, “can i tell you something?”

you hummed. fuck, there was no going back now.

“i’m kind of glad those dates haven’t worked out.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in question, “why’s that?”

“because i want to be the one to take you out,” his voice was soft and it sent your heart right into your throat, “all the fancy dinners, the kissing goodnight at the doorstep, all of it.”

his eyes traveled back to your lips and you sucked in a breath, “can i tell you something too?”

he nodded, his face centimeters away from yours now. your warm breath fanned his face, the smell of your perfume and the hair product you had put in hours beforehand captivating him.

“i want all of that with you, too.” you smiled and he grinned back, a soft laugh leaving both of your lips. he reached up, his hand lifting your chin.

“you sure you want to be stuck with me?” he asked, “cause once i start, i don’t think i could stop.”

your nose brushed against his, “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

that was all it took until his lips were pressing against yours. you kissed him back, the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw reaching to your hip and pulling you closer, leaving no room between you as you climbed into his lap.

your hands threaded through the curls on the nape of his neck, his arms wrapping around you. a moment of complete bliss, the moment you’ve been waiting for for what felt like ages.

“lets go to bed, yeah?”

you nodded back, nose bumping his as your face wore a smile. he stood from the couch, hands supporting your thighs before letting your legs wrap around his torso. he carried you down the hallway, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

he placed you down on the mattress, the two of you entangling limbs underneath the sheets. he played with the soft strands of your hair, his lips pressing against the top of your head as you listened to his heart beat against his ribs. existing in complete contentment with each others company.

“breakfast in the morning?” he asked softly.

you thought about it for a minute, turning to look at him. it was dark, but you could still make out his face, “sure, just as long as you don’t burn the toast.”

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laurentpark · 4 months

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don’t tell my boyfriend! — [10] nice to meet you

synopsis. where jimin stalks her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend after a certain incident happened and couldn’t help but grow hatred over her. coincidentally, her and jimin happen to be global ambassadors of the same famous luxury brand and have to work together for a commercial. at first, jimin despised the girl with all her flesh and bones but soon understands why her boyfriend fell for the young actress in the first place… because she was starting to fall for the young actress as well.

the following week came sooner than jimin had expected.

and by now, she was convinced she knew everything single thing about the actress.

it was supposed to be out of curiosity but the more she watched her interviews, her dramas and films, her photos, she always somehow craved more and dug herself into a deeper hole than she expected.

y/n’s height, weight, each of her body measurements; karina knew every bit of it. her birthday, her birth year, the hospital and even the floor she was born at. her hometown, what her favorite food were and what foods she hated. every. single. thing.

the way y/n walked, talked-

to put it shortly, she was losing her mind.

“are you okay?”

the idol’s manager questions her with a raised brow and confused expression.

“you’ve been zoning out the moment we picked you up.”

“o-oh, is that so?” jimin responds in a shaken manner. “must be the lack of sleep.”

the manager looks at her skeptically. then lets an apologetic sigh escape from her lips. “i know you probably have some… bitterness towards y/n- her fans rather, but don’t let those stupid shippers get in your head.”

bitterness?

don’t even sugarcoat it. it was resentment.

“im not letting them get to my head.” jimin defends herself, crossing her arms. because it wasn’t y/n’s fans, it was y/n in general. she looks out the car window with a blank expression. “if you’re worried about my professionalism towards this project, then don’t worry. I won’t let my personal life affect work life.”

the drive towards the designated place continues and they safely made it there. the moment jimin stepped out of the car, she bowed and greeted each staff she encounters in a respectful manner. she was then lead to to the dressing room to get her makeup and outfits done, but to her surprise, the actress wasn’t there.

“is she late?” jimin snickers in a mocking manner though she disguised it well to the makeup artist. she couldn’t believe one of the most prominent and famous ambassador was late to such an important project.

“i believe ms. y/n is currently chatting to the director. she got here extra early, you see.” the makeup artist responds to her with a smile.

jimin’s little smirk was immediately tugged of the moment the makeup artist responded. she clenched her fists and mutters out, “of course she did.”

it took quite awhile for the makeup artist and the stylist to get jimin done, but once she was, she was immediately lead towards location where they will be shooting at.

as she makes her way, she hears laughing and chatter. she looks towards where it was coming from and there she saw no one but y/n herself.

her face wasn’t visible since she was turning back from jimin, but the idol knew it was her just based off her tall height and the way she stood.

she was speaking to the director in a calm and playful manner as if they were already friends though jimin knew they weren’t since y/n has never worked with him before.

the director looks away from y/n for a moment and spots jimin and clap his hand excitedly.

“ah! there you are!”

she could only see the director from her peripheral vision, because her eyes were focused at y/n the entire time.

y/n’s perks up at the sound of the idol’s name and turns around and faces jimin for the very first time.

jimin’s heart skips a beat.

she’d rather die than say it out loud, but y/n was- is so beautiful then, just standing there as the lighting hits y/n’s, showing jimin her stupidly pretty features.

how is she real? jimin ask herself. she found it hard to believe that the actress was made out of flesh and bones like everyone was. y/n was just so painfully lovely to look at. free from any flaws or blemish.

y/n smiles at her before walking towards the idol.

“have you two met each other?” the director asks as y/n stands just in the middle between the two.

y/n shakes her silently, her arms behind her back.

“we haven’t met, but we have seen each other in shows.” she answers looking at the director before traveling her eyes towards jimin. the idol widens her eyes and looks away from y/n’s gaze, rubbing her arm awkwardly.

“hm…” the director hums as he sees jimin’s behavior, obviously shy and embarrassed around y/n’s presence. “i’ll give guys half an hour to break the ice. use that time wisely.”

“wait what-“ jimin looks at the director who walks away, in disbelief.

“you heard him.” y/n interrupts. jimin looks away from the director and met with y/n’s pretty eyes. “we should get to know each other. director’s orders.”

jimin opens her mouth to say something but instead just stood there awkwardly for a few seconds since she couldn’t let the words out.

“are you nervous?” y/n asks her with a chuckle and pats jimin’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. “how on earth can a pretty girl like you get nervous?”

jimin’s face flushes red… and she wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or the way she was genuinely flattered by y/n calling her pretty.

the idol clears her throat and shakes her in denial. “i’m not nervous! it’s just… this is my first time working with someone who aren’t my members.”

“it’s an honor then.” y/n smiles at her. dimples. “to be the first person to work with you.”

fuck.

this woman was not only annoyingly beautiful, but also annoying kind.

“.. did you wait long?” jimin ask her out of the blue. “I didn’t expect you to be early and the makeup took forever to finish. i’ll be extra early too tomorrow so you won’t have to wait.”

“it’s not that i came early because i wanted to, it’s because it’s what i do. on the first day of set, i come earlier than expected because i want to chat with the director to let me know what exactly he had in mind. it won’t only be helpful for me, but also for you.” y/n responds to her in a soft tone.

“is that so?” y/n nods her head in response.

“and it’s a good thing i did. so i can help you if you’re having trouble.” y/n assures her with a kind smile. “so don’t be shy to talk to me if you’re having trouble.”

“i can manage.” jimin responds immediately and widens her eyes once she realizes her rude tone and response and mutters out an apology. “i didn’t mean it that way! i swear!”

y/n furrowed her brows in confusion and tilted her head. a small snicker falling from her lips.

“you’re different from what i expected you to be.”

jimin raises a brow at her question and questions her back, “what do you mean?”

“I thought you’d be someone easy-going and confident in themself. but here you are, apologizing for absolutely nothing.” y/n answers her with a chuckle.

jimin blinks. then soon a smile tugs at her lips.

“you’re different from what i had in mind too.”

“really?” y/n spoke in an intrigued tone. “and what did you expect me to be?”

“someone scary.”

“me?” y/n points at herself in disbelief. “scary?”

“you’re so pretty, it’s intimidating.” jimin responds to which y/n smiles at. “I didn’t think you’d be someone easy to talk to… but here you are.”

“well, karina.” y/n offers the idol her hand. “it seems like we started on the wrong foot and gave wrong impressions of ourselves. how about we take it to the first step?”

“…it’s jimin.”

“pardon?”

“my name is jimin.” the idol responds to the actress.

y/n nods her head in understanding, her smile remaining at her lips.

“nice to meet you then, jimin.”

jimin smiles at the sound of her name. real name coming out of the actress’s mouth before accepting her hand, holding it gently.

“nice to meet you too, y/n.”

the two shakes hands.

time flew by in an instant as the two ambassadors began to chat about whatever. whether it was some hot gossip from either the kpop and acting industry, how they revealed cherished memories to each other, how they asked and answered each other’s questions, it felt like only ten minutes came by until the director came back with a satisfied expression on his face.

“good, you two broke the ice it seems.”

the two looked at each other and giggled.

“you could definitely say that.”

the director looks at the camera crew before demanding out, “get into positions!”

“that’s our cue.” the actress taps on the idol’s arm as she makes her way through. jimin nods her head and follows y/n.

the rest of the day was spent in filming. and though jimin was nervous and reluctant at first, it all changed thanks to y/n. through jimin’s talent and y/n’s experience, they wrapped up the first day of filming successfully.

“i enjoyed talking with you.”

the two ambassadors bid each other goodbye before getting into the vehicle.

they open their phones.

pre-chap. next. masterlist

tags. @xen248 @thefckghost @yunalvrrr @yeetaberry127 @lisaswifey @gtfoiydlyj @seunghancore @jeindall777 @multiliker @hyejin67 @1luvkarina @cwpiqwon @sunshinez4 @yoontoonwhs @wintersgff @celtyryuko @sixflame438 @rinapomu @ahnneyong @gayforalll @yukianism @winieter @inybits @nctislifue @pandafuriosa60

a/n: hey… *nervous chuckle* hey. how ya’ll doin?

#aespa x reader #karina #karina x reader #aespa #kpop #kpop x reader #smau #winter #yoo jimin #don’t tell my boyfriend!#giselle #ningning #ning yizhuo #kpop smau #wlw #aeri uchinaga #kim minjeong #kpop fanfic #gxg

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STRANGE

inspired by Strange - Celeste

( From strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and lovers to grandparents )

warning : fluff, sad ending, heartbreaking ??

note : I wanted to write something cute but it turned into something sad I literally wanted to cry so sorry in advance for that guys 😞🫰

word count : 1.9k

The breeze of the wind tenderly caressed your faces, sweeping your hair that played with the setting of the sunset. Your feet occasionally brushed the ground and the swing rocked your bodies in an almost non-existent rhythm, as if you were destined to sit still. Your eyes scanned the horizon, and the fiery orange rays of the sun shone on your pupils, reflecting the love that was there.

It was calm. Restful and silent, perhaps a little too peaceful. A bit like your first meeting. “This reminds me of the first time we met…” Your voice was on the edge of breath. A smile came to Lewis's face. A nostalgic smile. “It was a long time ago now…” You nodded slowly, breathing shaky.

His hand delicately intertwined with yours, while your eyes fell on the precious stone that adorned your finger. Your engagement ring. “Do you remember that meeting?” This question came naturally from your mouth.

His head slowly turned towards you, and your eyes were linked, as before, at the same time, in the same place. “On this swing, in front of the sea and the sunset... How can I not remember it” Two smiles highlighted your facial features, now clearly perceptible. “It will remain the most beautiful memory of my life.” Lewis closed his eyes, also remembering the moment he knew he had stumbled upon the most precious star in the world.

The sea waves, the sound of the seagulls, the sunset and the swing. A little softness and clouds in the sky, grass on the edges of the tree and two young teenagers swinging while sitting on the swing. This is how the table was drawn up.

They didn't know each other. They hadn't exchanged a single word. The girl had simply joined the boy and sat down next to him, quietly and the boy had let her do so because perhaps he wanted to find company in his solitude. No one spoke, no one dared to disturb the other, and even then it wasn't embarrassing.

The girl was looking at the horizon, while the boy took the risk of taking a look towards her. She was so pretty, in that long white dress, those fine jewelry and her long fluttering eyelashes. She seemed to have fallen from the sky, an angel stranded on Earth and the boy couldn't believe his eyes. He already considered himself lucky to be able to sit next to her.

“You look beautiful.” The boy didn't think, he didn't want to think. Usually, the words came out of his mouth carefully since he carefully chose the words he was going to use. However, it seemed that he was losing this eloquence and this ability to express himself in front of this girl who was now looking at him surprised. A smile quickly rose to her pink cheeks, as she tilted her head curiously.

"Thank you. You look handsome too". The girl seemed shy, because after these words her cheeks became more and more red. The boy smiled stupidly, before thanking her in turn. They looked like two idiots, two young adolescents who were discovering the stages of love for the first time. It was a new feeling for both of them, a feeling they didn't know existed, but it was nevertheless sweet and warm.

“Are you often alone?” The question was natural for the girl, no hesitation in her voice. And maybe that's why the boy wasn't afraid to answer her honestly. "Often, yes. But I enjoy your company now." A soft laugh, which sounded like a melody, rang in the boy's ears as he enjoyed the smile in front of him. "You'll enjoy it for a long time then." The girl was serious in her remarks.

She was serious and with these words, she had promised him to stay by his side for a long time. The boy, who had befriended loneliness, had finally embarked on a real adventure, a real friendship, and a real love. You and Lewis had met that day, the lonely boy and the angelic girl.

And who would have thought that a few years later, these two young adults who were once two young teenagers, would find themselves face to face, hand in hand, eye to eye, at their own wedding ceremony.

The few guests present applauded you, while your lips explored the passion that bound you, the love that animated you. This kiss sealed your union, your destiny, and the future of a happy future. As you slowly pulled back, your eyes exchanged sincere words, sweet words. The young man saw tears running down the young woman's cheeks, and angels do not cry. Then he wiped away the salty tears of his bride, of his wife, with absolute delicacy.

The painting was magnificent. It was the same as usual. The sea in the background, the sound of seagulls and the beginning of a sunset, with the swing which witnessed the story of these two young humans. A dozen guests, a lot of love in the air and two brides and grooms who never wanted to take their eyes off each other.

While the ceremony went perfectly, the exchange of rings couldn't have been more beautiful and magical. The young bride admired with passion the fine jewelry that her husband slipped on her finger. This ring was like you, at least in his eyes. Beautiful, elegant and refined. A ring that looked like it was made in heaven, where the angels must have taken it for you.

In his turn, the young groom admired his own jewel, his ring which he wore magnificently. They were finally bonded for life, and the promise the girl had made to him, that she would stay in his company for a long time, was still there. The girl kept her word. Then in a last sweet kiss, they kissed each other lovingly, while the groom's hand delicately caressed his wife's belly, where their future children were peacefully dozing. You and Lewis were married that day, the young man in love and the young woman soon to be a mother.

Years later, the swing was still there. Perhaps a little more dilapidated than before, but still in usable condition. The sea was still moving and the sun was still setting too. In the air, the sound of seagulls but also the laughter of children, young children. There they were, sitting on the swing, the two of them rocking facing the sea in front of them, while their parents prepared the picnic on the carpet.

The father closely watched his children, helping them swing on the swing, while he let his heart fill with joy with every laugh he heard. The mother took full advantage of this moment, while setting up the plates and the picnic basket. It was like a ritual for them.

A simple habit. The four of them came to picnic on this place every Saturday at sunset, because after all this place, this swing are the memories of their history and their adventure. It's like a symbol of their life. So the parents wanted to explain it to them. Show and tell their children how they came into the world, all thanks to this unique swing.

The family chatted, ate and laughed heartily. The parents had nothing but love for their children, while they mischievously played with the swing. And then, night fell. The sky was dark and the stars twinkled divinely brightly. The children slept on the carpet, blankets over their frail bodies.

The parents admired the spectacle, looking for the nearest stars. "You look like a star. Beautiful and bright." The father loved the mother with all his heart, so he repeated these sweet words to her often. The mother laughed stupidly, but kept these words carefully in her mind, because she too loved the father with all her heart. The man next to him. “I know that even when I am no longer here, you will remain the only one to watch over me.”

The father could only smile, because after all it was true. He will always watch over her, no matter what. Both parents took one last look at their greatest gift in the world, their sons and daughter who were snoring peacefully in each other's arms. You and Lewis were enjoying your happiness that day, the best father in the world and the best mother in the world.

Lewis opened his eyes. Sunset was almost over, night was falling slowly. A few tears threatened to fall down his cheeks, but he held them back. These moments he remembered were the most important and beautiful of his entire life. His hand remained placed on yours, it still framed the precious stone, the ring that he had put on your finger years and years ago.

“Mom, Dad, it’s time for dinner!!” A young woman, who was the spitting image of her father, warned you that it was time to go eat. Your daughter smiled, happy to see her two parents side by side. "We arrive." Lewis gently stroked the ring on his index finger. And you admired the jewel, this beautiful and unique jewel that reminded you so much of yourself.

“My angel, I think it’s time to give it to them.” You nodded to express your choice. A sad smile crept onto your tired face. “Our grandchildren will be happy with our rings.” Lewis placed a soft kiss on your temple, with a sincere smile, as you removed your respective rings from your fingers.

The laughter of your grandchildren reached your ears, as they kept calling to invite you to join them at the table. Rings in the palms of your hands, you both left the swing, walking hand in hand towards them.

Your gray hair was conspicuous, as were your wrinkles. Your voices were tired but strong enough to still express your love. You were old, sure, but still in love. You kept your promise to Lewis. You offered him your company until the end. And it will remain the most beautiful thing in his eyes.

But now the sun had finished setting. Dinner was over, night had long since fallen. There was nothing left, no one left. The children and grandchildren were gone, and Lewis was heading to the swing.

He sat there quietly, his back bent. He admired the sky. The beautiful stars and the beautiful round moon. He did as before, he looked for the closest and brightest stars. And among them, there was one. A divinely beautiful one. Beautiful, very bright and shiny. She looked like you. Maybe it was you, waving to him from above.

The swing seemed empty without you beside it, and the night colder without your body to warm it. The sea was still singing, the seagulls were sleeping and the swing almost creaked. However, this beautiful star warmed his heart. “You look beautiful, my angel.” Lewis addressed these words to this star, to you. He addressed you with the same first words that he had spoken to you when you first met.

Perhaps because this was your last meeting. "Look, I'm the only one left to watch over you. I promised you that, right?" A nostalgic, sad and sweet smile formed on his face. “Now you really are a star.” An unexpected laugh escaped his throat, as he let the tears fall down his cheeks.

The swing rocked him, the sea sang to him the melodies of your laughter, and above all, his heart still beat, only for you, for the most precious star he had ever known.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton fanfic

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Birthday boy | Gojo Satoru

My little drabble for Satoru’s bday! Just a short little fluff fest for my favorite man <3

“Toru, wake up it’s your birthday!” you roll over to shake him awake, he was a surprisingly heavy sleeper when he wanted to be, “the kids are definitely gonna have things prepared over at the school. They’ll be really upset if you’re latee”

He groans slowly waking up and rubbing his eyes, “if it’s my birthday shouldn’t we do whatever I want today?” Satoru sweeps you into his arms and wraps around you like a koala, “let’s just stay in hmm?” his lips trail to your shoulder peppering it with kisses before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He’s so childish but you love him, not even trying to escape. If Satoru really put his mind to something, there was no way of stopping him.

So you let him hold you, tangled limbs under the covers and his bigger frame enveloping you whole. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. In fact you wished you could stay wrapped up in him forever, that he’d never have to leave to save the world, but of course that would never happen. It wasn’t often he had days off so you let yourself indulge in his love, always gone in the morning before you wake up— you wanted to sleep in too.

For someone that was so feared and idolized, Satoru was surprisingly very domestic. When he had the time he liked doing things around the house with you. Helping you clean, cook, the laundry, all the little things made him feel alive. Made you alive. He loved just doing nothing with you too, just laying in bed like this. He could feel your heart beat against his chest and the soft heat of your skin against his. Like a cat rubbing against a heater, you made the harsh cold of life feel so warm.

“Utahime and Nanami are really gonna beat your ass this time Toru~” your little giggles when he squeezed you tighter was all he needed. The soft pads of your fingers dragging up and down the muscles in his arm, he didn’t want anything else. He pressed his nose to the nape of your neck taking in the calming scent of your shampoo.

“Know they can’t touch me baby,” his voice reverberated against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. It was true and everyone knew it, an unfathomably big ego and the skill to back it up— Gojo Satoru was a dangerous man for many reasons. Sometimes you thought about how funny it’d be for his enemies to see him like this, so soft and peaceful at your side.

On your night stand you could hear the quiet buzz against the wood. You assumed it was probably the birthday group chat asking about where you were. When you reached out to text back his arm was already draping over you to get to it first. Stupidly long limbs, he tended to get things for and before you a lot. Satoru quickly unlocked it with his face ID you suggested he put in and opened up your camera to snap a picture of you both. His eyes were still a bit heavy with sleep but he wore his signature cocky grin all the same while you hid your face in your hands in embarrassment.

He sent off the picture and added a short message before tossing your phone to the opposite bottom corner of the bed and immediately resumed his clingy position, “Satoru! What did you just say?” you squirmed in his hold to no avail, his smile still evident against your skin.

“Don’t worry honeyyy, just gave us more time,” unable to hold back your sigh, you sank back against him with a pout, “don’t give me that look, know it’s cuz’ I love you right?” he turned you in his arms so you could look at him face to face and put on his best puppy dog eyes. Annoyingly, you felt your features soften and pressed your lips against his for a sweet kiss.

“I know Toru, love you too. To be honest I missed this.” the sun was peering in through the blinds and reflecting off his hair to sparkle just like snow, you’d always said he was the pretty one in the relationship which he would always adamantly deny, going on and on about your beauty.

Sunshine and slow mornings never felt so good. Although you would never fully understand the world he comes from, you knew from the moment he was born a bounty had been placed on his head. With every passing birthday being another year the world remained forever dictated by his existence, a burden that you couldn’t fathom in the slightest. Yet here he was, not as the strongest, not as the savior for mankind, simply as the man you loved. The man who’d give up everything for you.

“Happy birthday Satoru.”

I miss you everyday

Bonus meanwhile…..

“I’m gonna kill that stupid little stuck up son of a-“

“Utahime, the children are here,” MeiMei tapped her on the shoulder, a sly smile on her face from watching the younger women’s rage, “you best keep your vocabulary in check.”

“Aww sensei looks so happy though!” Yuuji smiled looking at the picture. He was seemingly the only one to think so optimistically about the smug faced strongest.

“I’m gonna eat his cake without him if he keeps this up.” Nobara had already taken a slice.

“I don’t know how that blindfolded idiot ever ended up with such an intelligent woman…..” Fushiguro stood in the corner, watching the chaos his teacher caused knowing he was the only one enjoying peace and quiet at home.

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen manga #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk season 2 #gojo x you #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader

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little-diable · 8 months

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We Were Cowboys - Dean Winchester (smut)

I kept on listening to the song "We Were Cowboys" by Kameron Marlowe as I wrote this, so I also used some lyrics from the song. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: As Dean and Sam travel back to March 4th 1861 Dean stumbles upon the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes on. Will one night with her be enough for him? Will he be able to leave her behind the next day?

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), unprotected piv, set in s6e18 so a somewhat historic situation, some heartbreak I guess, reader works as a prostitute

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.5k words)

Daddy watched John Wayne on a corduroy couch, I didn't know Texas from a hole in the ground but it roped me in, that's where it all began

March 4th 1861

The sound of her heels meeting the wooden stairs echoed through the saloon, though not one pair of eyes found her frame, fully focused on Darla and the way she tried to talk up the two strangers. As much as (y/n) tried to keep her eyes from wandering to the slightly smaller stranger of the two, she couldn’t stop herself from doing so, instantly drawn in by the green eyes that reminded her of the green grass basking in the summer heat, something she’ll be able to take in in only a few months time.

Even though she’d never admit it out loud, not daring to risk her place within this community, (y/n) found pride in the way the stranger didn’t seem to enjoy Darla’s company. (Y/n) had never been one to make many friends, preferring to keep to herself, even as she had left her family behind. She had known from an early age that there was no longer a place for her among the many siblings her parents barely could look after, let alone feed. Darla had never been kind to (y/n), fuelled by her arrogant self, and the way she was praised as the best girl around.

Only as Darla followed the judge upstairs did (y/n) dare move closer, eyes drawn to the man’s green ones again. He shot her a warm smile, tipping his head in a somewhat awkward though warm gesture. She could instantly tell that they weren't from around here, something about them seemed out of place, something she couldn't put her finger on quite yet. For a second she took in the other man, the taller one who smiled at her just as kindly, though redirected his gaze within a few seconds.

“What’s your name, darling?” The green-eyed man smiled at her, leaning against the bar. (Y/n) tried not to overthink the smile he wore, tried not to overthink the interest he seemed to have for her, gaze flickering to Mister Elkins’ hard eyes – a silent warning she stupidly ignored, not wanting to back away from the chance to share some more words with the handsome stranger.

“It’s (y/n), what about you?” Just as the man parted the lips she tried not to stare at, they were interrupted by a scream, heads whipping towards the stairs. She watched the guys race upstairs, forced to stay behind by the warning words Elkins spoke to her. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest as if she had been running for miles on end. Perhaps she had never been a friend of Darla, trying to avoid her at any cost, but she could only pray that nothing bad had happened to her, she wasn’t one to wish anything evil to come upon others, especially not women who were forced to make their living the same way (y/n) was.

And as the men made their way back downstairs moments later, seemingly deep in thought, (y/n) could only catch the small smile the handsome stranger shot her way before leaving the saloon.

We were cowboys, runnin' like wild horses that couldn't be tamed, we were cowboys, didn't know nothing but we knew everything

……

“Come in!” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through the room, turning away from her window to watch a tall figure step into her room. It was too dark for her to make out the man’s features, voice trembling as a somewhat determined “I don’t take any customers this evening” rolled off her tongue.

“Excuse me, I didn’t want to disturb your night.” A smile made its way to (y/n)’s lips at the sound of the stranger’s voice, walking closer with the lamp she had originally placed down on her bedside table now in hand. His eyes were no longer filled with that twinkling green colour she had been thinking of all day, they now had a slightly darker touch to them, filled with mystery, with secrets, with longing.

“You never told me your name.” She watched him ponder over her words for a few seconds, wondering why he struggled this much with telling her his name. The few seconds of silence were used by her wandering eyes to take in the spots covering his cheek and nose, the freckles her fingertips longed to trace, wanting to count every single one.

“My name’s Dean, but that has to stay between the both of us. I hope you can keep a secret, darling.” With a hum leaving her, (y/n) took another step closer, front about to touch Dean’s. Softly she murmured his name, tasting it on her tongue as Dean’s hand found her cheek. She feared he could pick up on the racing beat of her heart, coming across as nervous, as uncomfortable – and yet she felt anything but uncomfortable, hoping that she’d be fortunate enough to feel his warm hands on her chest, her behind, between her thighs. “I’ve seen many pretty women, but you’re something else, sweetheart.”

“Am I? How?” The teasing grin she shot him left Dean chuckling, dipping his head down, lips ghosting over hers. A moan threatened to claw through (y/n) even though Dean hadn’t touched her yet, still keeping his distance as if he was waiting for her to make the first move. She didn’t want to waste another second, shifting her weight to meet his lips in a searing kiss. His hands found their way to her waist, pressing her even closer to his front, moving them backwards to her bed.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are to me, I’ve never been good with words.” Her throat was too tight to reply, too nervous to speak up, only raising her arms for Dean to pull her nightgown over her head, groaning at her naked frame. The “Fuck” that left Dean made her chuckle with glee, hands toying with his belt, begging him to undress. “I’d kill to get enough time to treat you like you deserve, but I fear I don’t have more than an hour.”

“That’s alright, just touch me, Dean.” Not once had she felt this way towards a man before, needing, begging him to touch her, an unfamiliar longing she was addicted to now. (Y/n) tried not to spare the passing by seconds too much thought, wanting to appreciate the time she got with him, no matter how short it may be. “I’ll do anything for you, just tell me what you need.”

“No, this is all about you, darling.” Pain dripped from Dean’s words, forced to realise that she was too used to giving up her body for the joy of other men. He didn’t want to be like them; he couldn’t be like them. Dean pushed her backwards, watching her plop down on the mattress with a gasp, staring up at him with wide eyes. She wasn’t used to being looked after, wasn’t used to relaxing around another man, but with Dean, she felt safe, with Dean she felt complete.

“You need to tell me if you don’t like what I’m doing, you understand?” Dean’s voice dripped with something that left (y/n) shuddering, making her feel as if he was willing to fight her battles. He’d take care of her, even if it was only for the few minutes she got with him. With a nod thrown Dean’s way, her gaze followed his every move, watching him kiss his way up her thighs to the place where she needed him the most.

Dean’s eyes were focused on her cunt, groaning at the sight of her arousal coating her skin, dripping for his touch only. He’d feast from her, would show (y/n) what it meant to be properly touched, something both of them would forever remember. With her eyes following his every movement, she choked on his name as he drove for her cunt, sucking on her pulsing bundle.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck, that feels so good.” Never had she been touched like this before, not with as much passion guiding the men who came to visit her, not with as much determination guiding their every brush of their tongue. The smirk he shot her left (y/n) shuddering, watching the green-eyed stranger brush his tongue through her slit, groaning at the taste of her.

“Feels like heaven, you’ve already got me addicted.” She didn’t ponder over his words, didn’t ask any further questions – already too far gone. One of his slightly calloused fingertips found her clit, rubbing it as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, spreading her walls while he imagined what it must feel like to have her wrapped around his cock. Soon he’d give in, soon he’d fuck her as if she was the only one he’d ever get to touch. Dean would move heaven and hell for (y/n), for her to be looked after, even if it was just for their one single hour together.

She arched her back off the mattress as a deep moan clawed through her, begging Dean for his fingers, needing to feel them buried inside of her. Dean followed every command her body sent out, pushing two fingers into her heat as he kept sucking on her clit. The unfamiliar sensations were enough to push her higher and higher up the ladder, scared of the fall she’d soon have to endure – (y/n) could only pray that Dean would catch her, soften the blow her heart would have to endure the second he left.

“Cum on my tongue, sweetheart, show me how pretty you look when you cum for me.” His raspy voice rang in her ears, eyes squeezed shut and toes curled as she came for him. Dean grinned against her soft skin, enjoying the way she trembled, how she gasped for any air to fill her tight lungs. A spectacle so wonderful he cursed himself for not taking his phone with him, he’d for sure take a picture of her pleasure-drunken features if he could.

“That was intense,” (y/n) whispered her words, eyes glassy while her hands kept gripping the covers she was lying on, scared that she’d wake from this dream. Dean crawled up her body, pressing his bulge against her sensitive cunt, wordlessly showing her how much he wanted her, needed her. “Fuck me, Dean, make me yours, please. Even if it’s just for tonight.”

For a second his mind managed to rip him out of his thoughts, forcing himself to remember that he’d have to pull out, unable to use any protection. But just the sight of (y/n), bare for him, mind and eyes hazy, thoroughly fucked out, was enough to give him the needed push. Dean rose to his feet to shuffle out of his clothes, unable to bite down his grin at the way she gasped as her eyes found his hard cock.

“You’re so handsome.” (Y/n) looked at him as if he was a piece of art, a statue crafted by ancient artists, a god-like figure, she was sure of it. Dean found her lips, kissing her softly as he pumped himself for a few moments before he pushed into her. Both groaned in unison, needing to adjust to one another’s body, needing to get used to the way he stretched her oh so perfectly.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.” Dean couldn’t rip his eyes away, hoping to burn every passing second into his buzzing mind. For tonight she was his, for tonight it was just her and him, for tonight it was just the crush on her he felt getting stronger with every calculated thrust. Dean fucked her like only a husband would fuck his wife, at least that’s what (y/n) found herself believing, doubting that any other man would ever touch her like this.

Her moans guided Dean on, ringing in his ears like a song he’d blast while taking a tour with Baby, finding himself relaxing further into the comfortable seat, not guided by any worries or fears, just him and the never-ending land stretching ahead of him. Fuck, he had it bad for her, for a woman who lived in the past, a woman he’d never see again.

(Y/n) clawed at his warm skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t fade for a few days, leaving Dean heartbroken whenever he looked at them in his mirror. Her eyes rolled back into her head, trapped in a thick blanket of darkness Dean had pushed her into, set on fucking her till she forgot her own name. Perhaps he could take her with him, perhaps he could free her from this life she was forced to live, perhaps he could keep her close – forever.

“Dean, I-” her moans kept interrupting her, unable to say anything else, needing to hold onto the handsome man who fucked her as if the devil was chasing him. His thrusts grew rougher, and yet they were somewhat loving, hoping that she felt the same sensation thumping through her veins.

He was hers, if she wanted him.

“Cum for me, show me again how pretty you look when you let go.” Another moan left (y/n) as she came around his cock, a sensation so strong she was close to passing out. It took Dean a few more moments to push himself over the edge, remembering to pull out just a second before he came, staining her soft skin with his cum.

“Thank you, Dean.” Tears welled up in her eyes, about to roll down her cheeks, guided by the strong orgasm that had clawed through her, by the crush she felt growing deep inside of her, by the realisation that he’d have to leave any moment now. Another deep kiss was pressed to her lips before Dean let go of her, rising to his feet to quickly redress. Silence engulfed them as he helped (y/n) clean up, putting her nightgown back on.

“Dean, can I ask you something?” A hum left him, green eyes connected with hers, a warm hand cupping her cheek. He tried to memorise every part of her face, scared to let her go just yet. “You’re not from here, are you? I mean, you’re not from my time, you can’t be.”

He froze, tongue darting out to wet his lips. Slowly he shook his head, carefully watching her, unsure how she’d react. But all (y/n) did was nod, kiss him again, and murmur a soft “Your secret is safe with me”.

Once again, they were wrapped in silence, knowing that it was time to let go, to part ways, to never meet again. But Dean couldn’t, he couldn’t leave her behind, not when knowing that she was the one he wanted to offer his heart to. With a deep exhale leaving him, Dean cleared his throat, choking on a whispered “Will you come with me? Back to my time?”.

Couldn’t tell us nothing, ‘cause man, we were something, damn, we were something, we were cowboys

#Dean Winchester smut #Dean Winchester imagine #Dean Winchester x reader #supernatural smut

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captainkirkk · 7 months

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Miraculous Ladybug

Open My Eyes by buggachat

Adrien smiles as he eats breakfast with Nathalie, smiles as he walks through the halls of his new lycée, smiles as people stop him on the street and tell him time and time again what a "hero" his father was.

(Adrien wishes he could've been a hero, too. He should've been. Maybe then his father would still be alive.)

(But he's surviving. Everyone may be treating him as though he were made of glass, but he can still go through the motions, he can prove them wrong, he can still smile.)

“And you’re… happy,” Marinette spoke carefully, a nervous tilt to her voice, “... right?”

(Adrien has some things to find out.)

the good, the bad, and the power hungry by konan_konan

dim trake ☑ @timdrakeceo・8hr if one more person tweets about #superlex unironically im gonna end it all 391K Views | 200 Retweets | 13 Quote Tweets | 22.1K Likes

j-son of a bitch ☑ @jsntdd・8hr ↳ replying to @timdrakeceo hurr durr these are the consequences of ur actions bitch 201K Views | 109 Retweets | 4 Quote Tweets | 18.4K Likes

or: lex luthor makes bad choices. and then, so does everyone else.

call me cute and feed me sugar by suzukiblu

Tim Drake had absolutely no intentions of ever becoming anyone's sugar daddy when he met Superboy.

This would have worked out better for him if Superboy had ever had an actual legal identity or an actual legal guardian or just . . . literally anything whatsoever in life. Ever. At all.

Just a bank account, even.

how big, how blue, how beautiful by merils

Kon-El is not good with medical settings. One could even say he's quite bad with them. How bad, exactly?

Well, let's put it this way: Very few things in the world can make him scream for Superman to save him.

(Superman will save him. That's what family's for, right?)

Clone Wars

The Kenobi Chronicles by WobblyCat

General Kenobi isn't actually dead. Someone should really tell that to his troopers, though.

Or: The clones under General Kenobi's command have a groupchat dedicated to him. Cody wishes his subordinates weren't so fucking stupid.

SVSSS

Shen Yuan's Forced Shen Qingqiu Redemption Arc by SpicyReyes

The System's OOC function won't unlock all at once - instead, character traits have to be added individually, through quests. This leads to Shen Qingqiu having to jump through endless hoops just to complete enough side quests to unlock the ability to be a decent person - all while avoiding the effects it has on those around him. If only the cheapskate System wouldn't keep changing the cost of point values - he needs to know what the hell Yue Qingyuan told the others about him that makes them all look so sad when he does manage to be nice! He's breaking his back here, can't we just appreciate his work?!

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

"All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information. "Who am I supposed to be?" Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders. Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh. [Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

#my laptop broke :(( can i get an f in the notes #i'm using my super old one from high school rn and i am Struggling #my posts #weekly fic round up #fic recs #svsss recs #dc recs #sw recs #ml recs

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kaciidubs · 7 months

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Stupid in Love

❣ Summary: Perhaps they call it falling in love because you never truly stop falling. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 813 ❣ Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, Hyunjin fell hard for you, genuinely just fluff and love ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Hyunjin is referred to as Hyune, Reader is referred to as My Love, I suggest listening to 'Stupid in Love' by MAX, featuring Yunjin, it's what inspired this whole thing ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Hyunjin was smitten.

Truly, utterly smitten, infatuated, head over heels, down bad, and stupidly, stupidly in love.

Love was a concept that was both foreign and familiar, something he knew he’d felt before but in the same breath, something he had no working experience with - which only seemed to make things worse.

Love wasn’t black and white turning to color, it was his already extensive color palette expanding with new, vibrant hues and shades he hadn’t been able to create on his own.

With you, he felt like he was walking on clouds, dancing in the drizzling rain as the sun shone through the droplets to cast the most beautiful, vibrant rainbow across the blue sky. At the same time, he felt like he was a newborn deer discovering the world on new, wobbly legs, going about everything with an air of curiosity and wonder that had his heart leaping at every turn.

Complex and simple, it made his head spin as he tried to make himself understand the feelings he was experiencing, though the only suitable conclusion he could ever come to was the simple fact that he was in love with you.

You, who giggled when he stumbled over his words while introducing himself.

You, who agreed to go on a date with him a mere three weeks after meeting, on the only condition that you would plan out the date.

You, who he found himself calling his girlfriend within the blink of an eye, and in the next blink you were both two years and a few months deep, and going strong.

You, you, you.

“...and I figured making chocolate covered fruits would be better than attempting to make an entire cake from scratch, even though Felix swore he and Seungmin could bake with their eyes closed - I’ve seen their lives before! There’s no way they’re baking anywhere near my kitchen.”

Hyunjin blinked, his subconscious floating back down to earth as he watched you wander through your kitchen with no clear goal in sight, simply rummaging through cabinets as you spoke.

Truly, he wished he could remember what spurred this conversation - he loved the sound of your voice, and it felt counterintuitive that his wandering mind would distract him from one of his favorite sounds in the world.

However, his disappointment would disappear as fast as it arrived as you turned to him, a dazzling smile holding your lips and dancing in your eyes.

“So, what d’you think we should do for valentine’s this year, Hyune?”

It would be your third Valentine's Day together, and though you both celebrated each other often, the day of love was reserved for grander gestures to keep the social tradition alive.

Pushing himself away from the island counter, he sauntered over to you before wrapping you in his arms, swooping in to steal a feather-light kiss from your lips; pulling back just enough to bask in the sight of your lidded eyes gazing up at him.

“Let’s get married.”

You ducked your head, an astonished laugh bursting past your lips, “You- What?!” Endless giggles shook your shoulders as you looked up at him once more, winding your arms around his shoulders, “Hyunjin, really!”

“Yeah, really.” He pressed, a lovesick smile curving the corners of his lips, “Let’s get married, we can go to Vegas and get it done right then and there.” Of course, he knew his suggestion was mostly in jest, but his sentiments were as true as the sky being blue.

He wanted to marry you, if not now, then sometime down the line - he wanted to be your last love.

Humming as if contemplating his offer, you tilted your head, “How about matching tattoos first? I have a feeling neither one of us would want a Vegas wedding.”

“Oh?” Now it was his turn to tilt his head, a strand of black hair tickling his forehead, “And what type of wedding were you thinking about, my love?”

“I don’t know…”

The tone of your voice was sing-song-ish - facetious, leading, and sugar coated - and he was hanging on with a bated breath.

“I was thinking… Paris?” Your teasing smile threatened to break into a full on grin as his eyes widened a margin, before they narrowed with mirth.

Arms tightening around your waist, his lips found yours in an instant, “Matching tattoos,” he hummed breathlessly, before catching your lips in a slower, deeper kiss, “then matching rings.”

Nodding, your fingers danced in the hair at the nape of his neck as you blinked up at him with adoration, “I definitely wouldn’t mind sharing your last name, Mr. Hwang.”

Hyunjin grazed his nose along yours, reveling in your smell, your touch, you, you, you.

“I’ll give it to you as fast as I can, Mrs. Hwang.”

Hyunjin was smitten.

Truly, utterly smitten, infatuated, head over heels, down bad, and stupidly, stupidly in love with you.

✧. ┊Tagged lovelies: @having-an-internal-crisis-rn, @midnightfrog625, @anyhow-everything, @bangchanbabygirlx, @sweetracha, @nightimescapes , @caitlyn98s , @ch4nn13luv , @ihrtlix , @jeonjungkookenthusiast1997 , @maximumkillshot , @y-ur--i , @acker-night , @dreamescapeswriting , @specialstay , @s00buwu , @tinyelfperson , @jj-stay , @katsukis1wife , @inlovewithmusician , @keen-li , @armystay89 , @main-character0 , @vampcharxter , @ddyskz , @prettymiye0n , @bbgnyx , @ivyisnotokay, @bahng-chrizz , @milknhoneyracha , @hann1bee , @palindrome969 , @newhope8 , @softkissfelix , @luvyev , @luminouskalopsia , @kpopsstuffs , @luvyev , @starquokka , @wolfs-howling , @laylasbunbunny , @zaethefangirl, @broken-glowsticks, @j-onedrabbles, @dawninnie, @dwaekkistar, @junglyric, @piercedddriver, @sometimesleeknows,

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#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader

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First Date Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: Despite everything you think, Kylo Ren is a romantic. Maybe not a complete romantic, but he finds himself attracted like a magnet to wine and deep conversations. Once he sat down, at the very console that commandeered his ship, run by tech savvy officers, his gaze lingered on you, intensely. Sure, he made no real effort to dress up in a tuxedo or anything, but he was drawn to how you dressed yourself. It accentuated features about you he overlooked.

He thought you were beautiful in your most bare form, however, it seems like you radiated in this dimly lit room, and you were unaware of how he had to force himself not to stare at you. "So, Y\N. Let's start with your favorite food?" Kylo spoke out, his voice soft like a whisper but curious as a cat. Your eyes met his, sipping your wine slowly. The interest he had in yours burned almost as bright as your own.

You go on to tell him your favorite foods, colors, movies, shows and whatever else comes to either of your heads, and he shares the same. You two chat for hours, the wine bottle drains quickly and it's like you both are insatiable, it is only when one of his Admirals pops in to tell him that it is past midnight and his presence is needed somewhere else that Ren is forced out of the conversation to realize the time is way past midnight. He turned to you and walked with you a bit.

"Tonight was fun. Can we do it again, if you don't mind?" He expresses as he stops in front of you. "I really enjoyed speaking to you." You beam at him, nonverbally communicating you agreed it was a great time. Almost fictional. "Yes, of course!" Kylo donned a little smile, before you walked over to him and planted a sweet kiss to his cheek, fleeting but even after you pulled away, he could feel your soft lips on his skin. It caused his skin to heat up, and a blush to sneak up and attack his cheek and neck. You chuckle at him and tease him about it before he ultimately had to leave. His gaze was soft when he began walking to where he was needed, and directed to the floor. He felt like a schoolboy.

Anakin Skywalker: Anakin had so much planned for this date. He was determined to indulge the soft side of himself and planned a walk to a special place. He came by to pick you up in his speeder, the sky bleeding into ethereal shades of orange, pink and hints of purple as a deep shade of midnight blue planted traces of its color on the horizon, threatening to overtake the sky in time. "Hey, angel. Ready for a ride?" He asks, that grin, borderline cocky that always made you laugh because of how stupidly beautiful it was, captivating your attention before his words.

You couldn't ever deny yourself the butterflies that fluttered around wildly in your stomach at those soft and damn near seductive nicknames he had for you, they managed to make your knees weak everytime. "Obviously." You snicker, getting in. Anakin glances down at your clothing, he likes how well you pick out your outfits. It was one of the first things that enticed his fascination to about you, initially. "So... where are we going, Ani?" You inquire and he smirks. "For a little walk, princess."

As you got to Anakin's house, you were a bit perplexed. "Why are we-" Before you could finish, Anakin shushed you and went over to you, helping you get out. You both walked around a bit, and Anakin asked you questions about yourself, and vice versa. You found yourself smiling and laughing a lot, and he told a lot of stories about his Jedi life. It genuinely interested you what that life holds, and what could drive a man like Anakin, talented, charismatic and shamelessly gorgeous to chose that path. "Because I've always looked up to Jedi and the Jedi Order. My mom and I were slaves, and when Qui-Gon and Master Kenobi showed up, it amplified that admiration. Especially when Qui-Gon told me I had that potential to be what I wanted to be. It's a kid's dream to be like someone they idolize and it's difficult to describe that joy I felt when he told me I could be like him."

You process that for a few minutes, and you both stay in silence as you do. "Close your eyes." Anakin says softly, you look at him for a moment before doing as he said. You can hear his footsteps rushing to do something and then coming back to your side. "There." You open your eyes slowly to find a dazzling display of a version of a Protocol Droid. "What...?" You speak, completely at a loss for words. Anakin laughs, and rolls his eyes playfully.

"For you. He hasn't been activated yet. I made him not too long ago. I can show you how to work him, if you want. But yeah, he's all yours." Your head whips around to Anakin, his arms crossed over his chest in that confident pose. He nods to confirm that he is not lying and the droid is yours. You laugh awkwardly as you approach the droid. Anakin makes a few movements and the Droid turns on. "I am E-5O, Human-Cyborg Relations." You were at a genuine loss for words. But moved to hug Anakin tight to yourself and he hugged back immediately.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars fluff #hope you enjoy

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danihow · 1 year

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Anatomy

Choi San x GN!Reader

Summary: Studying anatomy for tomorrow's test with your friend, who you have a crush on, should've go relatively calm.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: medstudent! san and medstudent!reader, suggestive, confessing, fluff, teeni tiny bit of angst, fluff, San being flirty.

A/N: I started this exactly a year and a half ago and left it there until today, I am NOT going to proofread it because i will hate it if i do, i know. And and and, I am trying to get back on writting so as you all know, any feedback is appreciated, hope you all have a great dayyyy.

"'Kay, so, we already got irrigation down, and innervation too, we reviewed the muscles on last Monday’s extra hours, sindesmiology will go by what god's wants, what do we have left?" You recall, the cap of the whiteboard marker going off with a pop as you mark off the last cavities topic you just covered over.

"Maybe, just maybe, we can have a rest." San says over from the couch, full on manspreading as his head is resting on the back cushions, visibly tired from all the studying you've been doing.

"Or..." His head snapped up as fast as he could upon your voice, a death glare over to you, daring you to continue. "We can take over osteology real quick and call it a night, test isn't until 2 p.m. tomorrow anyways." You say happily, or in an attempt to sound like it, excited by the vacations you had around the corner after two exhausting back to back semesters.

"Please y/n..." he whined, his mental exhaustion taking over. "At least let me rest my mind ten minutes, give me back my phone for five minutes and then we keep on." his voice was raspy, eyes tired with bags under them, a puppy look on them that made you cave in, oh how you hated him and his perfect eyes.

"Alright, but, 10 minutes, no more, preferably less, and we keep on going." Your words caused such a brightening effect on the man, eyes tiredly becoming smaller as a smile took over his face, arms stretching and hands signaling for you to give him his phone.

"Thank you..." his singsonging voice cheered, phone in his hands and back flopping back into the couch. "You know how much I love you right?" He said, looking for less than a second over to you before getting up to go to the kitchen, muttering something along the lines of assaulting your fridge, to which you were unable to pay much attention, heart thumping so hard into your ears.

Your eyes followed the figure of the man disappearing into your kitchen, the sound of the fridge opening falling on deaf ears.

Choi San was going to be the death of yours one day with that stupid mouth of his.

Along with his stupidly beautiful face.

Not that he knew you thought that, nor the way your heartbeat sped up every time he gently placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you through crowds, how he rested his head on your shoulder in the middle boring classes, or he just barely smiled at you.

All the little things of him made your heart rush ever since you met him, quite some time back when you two went to the same tutor for your admission test; and then reconnecting when you two decided to change your individual career paths into medicine.

And this little crush of yours was driving you insane.

"And we're ready!" He exclaimed from the kitchen, a bowl of fresh cut strawberries in one hand and the Nutella in the other, two bottles of water maneuvered under his arm and a stupid smirk painting his defined features.

"I had strawberries on my fridge?" You ask rather confused, but relieved to find him less tired.

"You have a bunch of weird stuff on that fridge." The bowl of strawberries placed in front of you on the coffee table, a bottle of water right at your face. "Shall we continue?" A small smile of his face as he hands you the bottle, maybe the exhaustion in your head making you imagine a fond look in his eyes.

"S-sure" You stuttered, forcing you out of the trance, trying hard to drown all the butterflies invading your body. "How should we study osteology?" You ask, you were awful in osteology, having tried almost every method your professors suggested.

"I usually point them in a cadaver or in myself?" He says strawberry in his hand. "It’s really useful."

"It is?" You have to ask, never occurring to you to use your own body to it.

"You've never done it?" He asks rather surprised, it was a method he had known to be used a lot between your classmates. "How do you study osteo?"

"I do have done it, but it never worked. I just... look at images for hours but all the names get scrambled at the end." You admit, a bit ashamed.

"Maybe you are overthinking it way too much." He mutters, sitting down beside you on the floor. "Let's try it again, and if it doesn't work, I owe you a meal."

"What do you mean?" You ask, heart beating a bit faster every second that passed. His whole presence closer to you, enough for you to feel his body heat irradiating from his, his knee barely grazing your thigh.

"I often study hard subjects in a reward system." He starts, voice a tiny bit lower and a ton smoother, and suddenly it seemed like the room got quieter, and the cold from outside suddenly diminished. "Maybe if you try it with someone else you don't like... sabotage yourself into looking up the answer or something." He says, taking in his hand the list of structures for the practical test.

His gaze looked up from the papers up to you, looking deeply into your eyes, a warm feeling spreading around his body as his eyes looked around your face, the warm light of your living room lamp giving your features a beautiful glow that accentuating all of his favorites parts of you.

To San you were always mesmerizing, to him it didn’t matter if you were all tidied and ready to go out, or if you were tired and in pajamas like you were right now. The aura you always had around was more than enough to keep him captivated ever since he met you, he was wrapped around your finger, and you weren't even aware of that.

"We can try." You said barely above a whisper, San snapping back to reality, missing the faint blush that made you cheeks feel like burning.

"I'll start pointing and you have to tell me the accident and the bone." He says, grabbing a pencil from your pencil case. "Is it okay?"

"Yeah" You wouldn't dare to say no to him, not that you were able to when he was looking at you like that.

"For each one right you'll get a really sweet strawberry." He smiles in a way you for sure knew not even the sweetest of the strawberries would ever come near.

"Did you took all of my strawberries?" You ask, nerves coming up your throat.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter." He brushes it off, the tip of the pencil point to your ankle. "Which one is this?"

"The fibula"

"Which accident of the fibula?"

"The... uh, I don't remember, the lateral something."

"The lateral malleolus." He says, eating himself the strawberry. "And up here?" He drags the pencil up to below the knee, moving to the inner side.

"The, um... T-the medial condyle of the bone tibia." You curse at yourself for stuttering, the small smirk on San's face even more clear, making you feel embarrassed.

"That's sound about right, yeah." He nods, smiling, handing you your first strawberry and making the zoo in your stomach roar at the gesture, his hands holding the strawberry up to your mouth, waiting for you bite it.

San's smirk just grows much to your dismay at how flustered you look right now, his stomach all giddy with butterflies, the red decorating your cheeks making him want to confess to you right then and there.

And you kept going, far too deep into the rabbit hole to quit it, and liking it far too much to say no to him, pencil long forgotten as his finger was the one pointing, soft touch to your skin but you were far too focused into pretending to not notice how he got a tiny bit closer each question he asked. To the point he was siting no more than two inches away from your side, upper body leaning slightly towards you.

You could see every single detail in his face, his long eyelashes, his nose bridge, his slight smile lines and the crinkles by his eyes each time he ever so giggled.

"Seem we ran out of strawberries now." he says, hand resting on your hip bone, fingers still grazing your skin ever so slightly over the fabric of your sweats.

"You've literally eaten half of them." You say, trying really hard not to stutter again, if he ever so smirked again, you were sure your heart would stop beating. A simple nod was his answer to your words, eyes falling from your pupils to your lips, stopping on them to just admire them, not even daring to move in case you would disappear from his hold, in case his mind was tricking him.

"We can keep on going without rewards, it’s okay." He mutters, mind coming a bit back to his senses and forging him to lean away from you for a while, deep in his mind knowing that if he kept on looking at you from so closely, he wouldn’t be able to keep on studying. "Or maybe we can change the type of reward"

"What do you mean?" You ask in a small voice, not trusting yourself to talk louder, more than sure he could hear you clearly by how close he was.

He feels a spurt of confidence flowing through him, maybe biased to his own feelings as he interpretates your body language, but he feels like risking it all at this very moment, in front of you. "What about... a kiss, whenever you get right?" He mutters, voice wavering towards the end of the question, sudden hesitance. "If you don't want, we can forget that."

"W- whatever you like the most." You mutter, nodding surely to him, not missing the way his lips curve even more upwards. "I don't mind."

"What about here then?" He says, finger pad delicately grazing over your hip bone. "Can you tell me what this is?" He asks with so much honey in his voice you could feel it.

"Iliac.... something from the Ilion bone." You say, unsure about what even is left of the list, eyes unable to stray from his.

"Anterior superior iliac spine, love, I need you to concentrate, can't have you failing all of these on purpose." He teases, hand moving up to you ribcage, slowly, thumb rubbing against the skin of your waist, taking advantage of you slightly riled up shirt.

He places his hand on your ribs, point finger settling to sign right in the middle of your torso. "Here?"

"Xiphoid process of the sternum." You say, his smile widening as you talked, a small that's right leaving his lips as he got closer to you, taking you by surprise as he got lower, leaving a soft kiss right on the spot he previously touched over your shirt, a small airy gasp leaving you. You were going to die in the next couple of minutes if he kept this up.

Missing like 7 structures, his hand moves upwards, eyes never leaving you as he signaled where you collar bone met the sternum. "Sternal end of the clavicle, isn't it?" You say, and without any words he got closer again, leaving a soft featherlike kiss right there.

You were totally sure he could feel and hear you r heartbeat with how close he was and how silent everything became, his other hand had moved to draw little innocent figures on the skin of your stomach, under your shirt. In a moment of realization, you forced yourself to put a hand on his chest and push him apart.

"San?" You call up to him as he parts away, not missing the way his eyes dropped to stare at your lips as you said his name, probably in the most beautiful way he has ever heard it being said, your eyes doing as his and looking at his lips for a few seconds, a soft and deep hum coming from his. "Stop leading me on." You have the courage to muster, his eyes looking back to yours in confusion, your hand never leaving his chest.

"Leading you onto what?" He suddenly whispers, out of all the ways you could've tell him to stop, this was not an option in his mind, and he didn't knew how to decipher your words.

"You talk too beautifully San, I can't keep on falling for you and your pretty words, just how all those other girls do too." You say, your mind betraying your heart by playing memories of all those girls you have seen San hang up with and never talk to again; you knew he wasn't like that to you, you were only his friend, but you still could not take ending up as someone else.

"There are no other girls y/n, what are you on?" His voice became so clear not, no more whispers falling from his lips, straightening a bit as he heard you, a bit of hurt flashing through his face making you regret your words.

"Why are you being so flirty now? Why now San? If you are just playing around stop, please, I... I don't my heart could manage being played by you." You mutter in a whisper, feeling your insides drop to your feet just by saying those words, outing your feelings.

"What are you even saying y/n?" He asks, looking between both of your eyes as you talked. "I like you, I like you way too much to even think of something so cruel." He says heart clenching in his chest at the thought of you thinking something so vile. "I like you, y/n, fuck, for all I know I could even be falling in love with you."

"Do you mean it?" You ask, hand in his chest trailing slowly over to his shoulder, stopping right where it met with his neck. "Do you really mean what you are saying right now?"

"I never meant anything more in my life as I do right now, y/n."

"I like you too, I've liked you so much for so long." You finally confess, feeling like you could cry right now just by the way his eyes light up slowly, hands going around you waist to bring you closer once again.

"I hope you mean that as much I do, love." He mutters, bringing you so close your breaths mixed together once again, his eyes lidded and admiring all your features. "If you want me as I, do you, take me, take me however you like but let me be more than just your friend." He says, a fond feeling settling inside of his chest, overwhelming him in the best way possible.

"I would be more than pleased to be more than your friend, Sannie." You say, bravely pulling him by his shirt until your noses touch. His smile so wide his eyes almost disappear as he chuckles, making you smile from so deep in your heart, feeling it beating in your ears the second he leans in to close any distance between you.

His lips on yours bloom so many thing inside you, feelings you couldn't even think could exist, butterflies flying merrily in your belly as your hands tangled around his neck just the way his muscly arms hugged your waist. Lips dancing over the others in a symphony, the way they mold against each other making you smile against him, accidentally granting him access to kiss you more deeply until the lack of oxygen forces you apart, foreheads pressed together, and eyes closed, taking in the other's feelings.

"I feel like I'm dreaming, please tell me I'm not" He says softly, making you giggle, pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "

"You are not dreaming, Sannie." You whisper, eyes opening only to find his already staring back, so many emotions in them you felt like laughing with happiness.

"I can't believe you truly thought I could play with your heart, if anything you are the one that could play me, but I wouldn't mind at all, you can play me all you want if it means I get to be close to you, I'm all yours." He whispers against your lips, bringing a soft smile out of you, eyes so sincere on each other's, not many words necessary to explain all you were feeling while being in each other’s arms.

"I don't think I can even come up with the idea of letting you walk out of my life now, San, much less play with your feelings." You whisper back, nose brushing his playfully, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "We should really keep studying." You say, bringing a groan out of him before kissing you again, so fondly and full of love you are forced to discard the idea.

"You missed quite a bunch of stuff earlier tho..." You mutter, the collar of his shirt between your fingers.

"I did?" He says a playful smirk in his lips his hand playing with your hair.

"Yeah... why don't we to a quick check up on how much you really know of them huh?" You ask in a mutter, your hot breath fanning his ear, goosebumps trailing his spine and cheeks growing red by the second.

Anatomy definitely was San's favorite subject.

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Make up and Melodies

chapter 2

II series masterlist II next // previously II

genre(s) ➤ angst, fluff, smut, idol au, love triangle, make up artist x musician

pairing(s) ➤ han jisung x fem.character, hwang hyunjin x fem.character

warning(s) ➤ explicit language, use of drugs (weed), kissing

words ➤ 4k

summary ➤ After two months, Amelia has quite settled into her new life. Han tries his best to stay away but it might be just too difficult…

*Han*

Two months. Two fucking months of this stupidly pleasurable torture. Everyone has been getting closer to her while I had to sit back and try my best to ignore her. It fucking ate me up on the inside, seeing her smile falter when I wouldn’t share her excitement over something and watching her slowly give up on trying to get me to talk to her. There was nothing I wanted more than getting to know her, finding out the most intimate details about her and mainly hearing her beautiful voice that sang to me in my dreams every damn night. But I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t because if I did, if I got just the tiniest bit of her attention I would be hungry for more. I would be desperate for every ounce of it. And that wouldn’t end well. I wouldn’t allow her to end up like Ning.

I thought about it, a lot actually. Wondering if I could maybe be her friend, just like the rest of them. But she had a bad habit of getting my dick hard whenever she came near me. Suddenly I was rubbing one out in the bathrooms before every one of our shows just because she touched me while doing my make up and looked at me with the smallest pout of concentration on her lips.

Just as she’s doing right now while applying the concealer to my face. I feel my cock already waking up and twitching in my pants from the way she’s leaning over me slightly, showing me a little sneak peak of her cleavage and puckering her pretty lips in concentration. I want to kiss them so badly. I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone this much before. They’re taunting me, tempting me and hunting me in my dreams. I could just lean a bit forward and feel them on mine, found out what they feel like. My self control has never been tested like this before.

,,Could you close your eyes for me?” she says in that adorable voice and I feel myself melt. Yes, yes, yes! I would do anything for you! God, I want her to talk me through an orgasm like that as she rides me. I can hear it ‘cum for me, Hannie’. I would, I would fucking love to.

My dick strains in my tight pants and my eyes fall shut. She starts applying eye shadow and working her magic on my face. Fuck, I want to talk to her, I need to talk to her. I feel uneasy as a lump grows in my throat. Should I or should I not?

*Amelia*

,,You smell really good.” I freeze as I hear Han’s deep voice. Did he really just say that or am I imagining things? His eyes fall open, wider than usually as he stares up at me in shock. He seems to not believe his words either, panic visible on his soft features.

Han is the only one who hasn’t tried to form any kind of friendship with me. Even though I was his personal make up artist, we barely talked outside of causal greetings and work stuff. I tried, thinking he was shy and needed help to come out of his shell but I gave up when he kept resisting. I just accepted the fact that he doesn’t want to get to know me.

There was some sort of tension between us right from the start. Even through the lack of communication between us, I could feel it. Every time we were in the same room, especially like this. Up close, when I was doing his make up, leaning into him and touching his pretty face. Then I could feel it the most, it thickened the air and my body grew all hot in his proximity. I always caught him staring, looking me up and down and his eyes lingering on my face or curves. And he wasn’t subtle at all, his eyes hooded and mouth ajar as he checked me out shamelessly.

,,I-” he takes a deep breath. ,,I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” he says before he slaps a hand across his mouth and his eyes widen even more. ,,Not that you smell bad! You do smell really nice. I just didn’t mean to say that. I- ugh” he sighs in frustration and I giggle. His eyes shoot up to me in surprise, wide boba pearls staring up at me. ,,It’s okay, Jisung. Thank you” I smile and take a hold of his face once again, leaning down so that I could continue to work on his eye shadow. He gulps, keeping his eyes open and looking up at me as if he was expecting something. I cough slightly. ,,Close your eyes, please” I say with a grin and he raises his eyebrows before his eyes fall shut. ,,Sorry” he murmurs and I giggle again.

*Han*

Stupid, stupid, stupid! That’s how I feel when she continues with my make up. I finally find the courage to talk to her and what do I say? ‘You smell really good.’ Could I even sound more like a fucking perv? God, I’m such an idiot. But the way she just smiled and giggled and said my name made me melt into the chair I was on. And then she leaned down towards me and I was stupid enough to think she was going to kiss me. I made such a fool of myself.

,,Are you excited?” she asks in her sweet voice and my heart beat quickens. I feel the butterflies pooling in my stomach whenever she talks to me. ,,For the show? Yeah, a bit nervous like always.” I shrug. ,,You’ll do great, don’t worry” she praises me and I feel my blood rush to my cheeks. ,,Thanks” I mutter and try to focus on my breathing. She actually does smell really good. She always does. That is another thing I’ve noticed about her. She always smells like a mixture of the ripest strawberries and the freshest vanilla cream. It makes my mouth water and my dick hard. God, how good does she have to taste?

That thought alone makes me gulp as I try to focus on playing it cool. I’m starting to lose control. The urge to touch her grows each day and it is getting so hard to resist. I keep coming up with possible scenarios. I could just show up at her place and kiss her right in the doorway, or I could invite her to my dorm for a movie night when everyone else is gone and take her right on my bed, or in the studio to show her how it all works before I’d bend her over and pound her until she’d squirt all over me…

I realized the risks, thought long and hard about them. That is why I kept to myself, why I pushed her away right from day one. But the longer I resisted, the more irrelevant the risks seemed. I didn’t want her to end up like Ning. But on the other hand I was much more careful than Felix. I could keep secrets and hands to myself at the company. No one would ever know about it.

But would she even want to? That thought hasn’t left my mind for weeks now. Does she find me attractive? Would she let me do all of those dirty things I wanted? Would she let me ruin her? I’ve noticed how Hyunjin looks at her. It is so painfully obvious how head over heels he is for her. Felix keeps teasing him about it but I can see how much it annoys him. Poor Lix probably deluded himself into believing they might be more than friends. Amelia clearly doesn’t see it that way but she might like Hyunjin. They’ve been hanging out quite often lately and it has been eating me up. And it also meant that she has been showing up at our dorm pretty casually now. She caught me shirtless a few times already, eyeing me up and down in surprise while looking like a deer caught in headlights. I found it quite endearing, shooting her a ‘hey’ with a grin and watching her wake up out of her trance.

*Amelia*

,,Melly, you made it!” Hyunjin’s excited smile greets me in the doorway of their dorm. I smile up at him as I scan his face, still not quite used to his beauty. His face had to have been sculptured by the angels themselves. He was so so pretty. His lips always pink and plump, eyes hypnotizing, eyebrows thick, eyelashes long and skin absolutely clear. And his face wasn’t the only pretty thing about him. It was framed by his long dark locks, bringing out his whole prince essence even more. His tall frame making him tower over me and his recent excitement for the gym had his biceps standing out, making him seem bigger.

,,Couldn’t miss your little frat party.” I tease. His huge hands take a hold of my waist as he pulls me into a tight hug, pressing me to his firm chest as he lays his chin on top of my head. He smells nice, manly and quite intense. I hug him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls away after a few seconds, stares at my face with the smile still wide on his face before he grabs my hand and leads me inside. ,,Come on, let me introduce you.”

The dorm looks a lot different than it normally does. The lights are dim, probably to set the right mood. Music is blasting loudly but not as loudly as at actual frat parties. Again, just the right amount to set the mood. There is a lot of people. Most of them are idols, friends of the guys and some other colleagues. Everyone has a cup in their hand, chatting to someone or even dancing. I feel out of place instantly, pulling down the short dress I chose for tonight and looking around nervously.

Hyunjin’s hand finds the small of my back as he leads me into the kitchen. It is empty, luckily. ,,Let’s make you a drink” he say as he starts rummaging through the bottles of alcohol, mixing something into a cup. I lean against the counter top, trying to take deep breaths and calm down. I’ve never been the biggest fan of parties and big crowds of people. And especially where I didn’t know anyone. It brought my social anxiety to the max. I need to hide in a corner till I get drunk enough to socialize.

,,Here you go, princess” Hyunjin gives me the cup filled with some kind of mixture. It looks like something with orange juice so I take a big gulp right away. Hyunjin snickers. ,,Slow down there, don’t want you to get hammered.” he says and I smile back. ,,Yeah, we definitely don’t want that.” I say, my voice thick with sarcasm. Hyunjin doesn’t seem to notice as he interlinks our hands once again and drags me into the living room.

Felix gets up to greet me right away, enveloping me in a hug. ,,Hey, Melly!” he whispers into my ear with his deep voice. The other guys are there too, few of them missing, sitting on the big couch and comfy chairs. I sit down between Felix and Hyunjin, keeping my cup in my hand as conversation flows around me. I don’t feel comfortable. There is too many people for me here, too many strangers. The guys keep introducing me to their friends and I try my best to stay polite as the alcohol slowly affects my system.

After probably an hour has passed, I’m fairly tipsy. I lean on Hyunjin’s shoulder as he discusses his work out routine with Changbin and someone else. I feel annoyed and bored. I know it’s probably my fault thanks to my lack of socializing skills. But the cramped up living room is getting hard to breathe in, too small for so many people.

,,I’m gonna go into the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” I whisper to Hyunjin before I stand up. He smiles at me with a small nod before he goes on with his conversation with Changbin and his friend, whose name I’ve already managed to forget. I push my body through the crowd, my anxiety rising even through the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed so far. I need fresh air. I hurry to the upper floor, praying that there isn’t a lovey dovey couple occupying the balcony. I rush up the stairs, almost slipping a few times because of my shoes.

The upper floor is quiet, the only noticeable sound is the music from downstairs. The lights are off so I use my phone as a flashlight as I make my way towards the balcony which seems to be empty. I open the door quickly and someone yelps outside. I flinch as I track the intruder of my safe place. My eyes widen as I take in the figure sitting in front of me. Han Jisung in a black tank top, his curly hair pushed back by a hair band, silver hoops decorating his ears, silver chain on his neck and grey shorts stretching over his thighs as he stares up at me in shock. ,,Hey,” he says with a small cough. ,,Sorry, I didn’t expect anyone to come here.” he snickers lightly.

,,No, I’m sorry for scaring you. I’ll go.” I turn around, ready to close the door behind me in disappointment. ,,Wait!” he calls out after me. ,,You can stay here if you want” he shrugs and my eyes widen once again. Staying out here with the member who seems to dislike me doesn’t seem like the best idea but when I remember the crowd downstairs, I find myself already closing the door and sitting on a chair opposite his. ,,Thanks, I had to get away from there.” I sigh as I lean back and close my eyes for a moment. Han scoffs. ,,Too many people right?” I nod and he snickers again. ,,Guess you’ve found my hiding spot. I hate these events.”

I open my eyes to study him. His shoulders are broad, making his waist seem even slimmer than it already is. His hair has been getting long, it curls around his face and ears and almost touches his shoulders. He looks more soft this way. His arms are bare, muscles bulging out as he keeps doing something with his hands. That’s what I focus on next. I watch closely, trying to see clearly through the darkness around us and then it hits me. He’s rolling a joint.

,,Didn’t know you smoked” I say matter of factly. He smirks and snickers again as his fingers load the paper up with the dry plant. He seems like an expert. ,,You don’t know a lot of things about me, Amelia.” he murmurs in a deep voice and shivers run down my spine. ,,It helps with anxiety, keeps me calm and happy. And the song writing is fucking awesome too.” he shrugs before he licks the paper, his eyes finding mine. Damn, does he look good looking at me with his tongue out like that.

,,You smoke?” he asks as he twist the top of the joint. ,,Sometimes. My ex in Australia smoked a lot so I used to have one with him when I was in the mood.”

,,Are you in the mood now?” he raises his eyebrows and I can’t help myself as my head fills with dirty thoughts from all those other meanings his sentence could have. ,,Yes, please” I whine. ,,I’m curious about Korean weed.” he grins before he stands up and leans against the railing. I follow him, leaning next to him and watching him light up the joint with slightly furrowed eyebrows. He takes a hit, inhales, breaths out and sighs contently. The smell of the smoke fills my nostrils and calms me down right away.

,,God, I love this shit.” he says, holding the joint to his lips again. I snicker at his words as I drag my eyes away from him, looking at the bright Seoul. The lights are on everywhere, streets still full with people and cars. It’s alive even at night. And it’s so beautiful.

Jisung takes a couple more hits before he hands it to me. ,,Thanks” I say before I place it between my lips and inhale as my eyes fall shut. As I inhale, the smoke burns my throat and fills my lungs. I cough slightly and he scoffs next to me. ,,Thought you said you smoked” I roll my eyes at him before I take another hit.

,,So your ex taught you?” he asks, obviously trying to make conversation. It feels surprisingly peaceful, talking to him like this. On an empty balcony, the spring breeze cooling my skin as the weed burns my insides and the drug starts effecting my senses slowly. And he also smells really really nice.

,,Yeah, he smoked a lot. Like multiple times everyday. So I used to smoke with him sometimes, never alone and never with anyone else.” I hand it back to him.

,,Never with anyone else? Oh, I feel honored then.” he says with a grin and I smile at him teasingly. ,,How long were you together?”

,,Year and a half.”

,,Why did you break up?” he asks, looking into my eyes for a moment. I notice how hooded and slightly red his usual wide boba pearls are.

I sigh before I take another hit. ,,He was an asshole” Jisung scoffs again. ,,Cheater?” he asks and I shake my head. ,,Narcissistic, selfish, self centered man with a fragile ego.” I shrug. ,,And a small dick” Jisung bursts out laughing at that.

,,When did you dump him?”

,,Two months ago” I smile and he raises his eyebrows as he hums. ,,So moving here was like escaping from him.”

I hear him chuckle and I look his way, question in my eyes. ,,I thought you came here because you were in love with Felix”

I stare at him in shock, mouth opened and eyes wide before I giggle loudly. I place a hand on his shoulder as I laugh. ,,Me and Felix? Come on now. He’s like my brother.”

He looks at my hand on his shoulder, passing me the joint. ,,What about you and Hyunjin?” he smirks. My eyebrows furrow as I turn to him.

,,What about me and Hyunjin?”

,,Come on, Amelia. He obviously likes you.” Jisung whines slightly as he turns to me as well.

,,I don’t think he does”

,,Oh god.” he rolls his eyes at me before he finishes the joint and throws it away. ,,He’s been talking about you nonstop. He’d be by your side 24/7 if he could. He’s like fucking obsessed with you.”

I stop, thinking it over in my head. Hyunjin has been around me a lot but I thought we were just getting on well, just like me and Felix. Yeah, Hyunjin is really attractive but I never even thought about it like that.

,,He’s not my type and anyways, it’s against the rules.” I shrug, the automatic smile planted on my lips from the weed. Jisung stares at me, his lips curled upwards as well, eyes hooded and red.

,,Rules can be broken.” he shrugs. ,,And you’re probably the first person to ever say that Hyune is not their type so now I’m curious. What’s your type then?” he grins at me, leaning a bit closer.

I look him over, noticing his muscles once again as I gulp. He might just be the definition of my type. His nails are painted black, silver rings adoring them as he plays with the hem of his tank top.

,,He is attractive, I’m not saying he isn’t.” I grin. ,,But it’s about a certain vibe. If a person has that vibe, I’m done for. Peaceful, calm, collected, funny, kind, caring, a bit of a loser, a hell lot of a simp and usually a bit emo.” I giggle. ,,Oh and pretty boys. I’m a sucker for pretty boys with big wide eyes. Yeah, look up at me as you whine and beg.” I sigh, my imagination taking the best of me.

I look over at him. He’s standing just a few inches away, leaning against the railing still, his lips parted and eyes hooded as he stares down at me.

*Han*

I gulp. What the fuck did she just say? Look up at her as they whine and beg? I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg her for a taste right away if that’s what she likes. Jesus, this woman is going to be the death of me.

I’m pretty high, the type of weed I smoke is strong enough to make everything feel fuzzy and being around her seems to have heightened the effect. God, she’s so pretty as she stares up at me, eyes hooded and red and pretty lips parted. Her lipgloss left traces on the joint as we passed it between us and fuck, does it taste good. I want to kiss her so badly, lean down and taste it again, properly this time. She’s been looking me over since she came here. Maybe she would even let me kiss her, maybe that’s what she wants.

,,Pretty boys, huh?” I snicker, trying to keep it cool. She bares he perfect teeth, lips curling up into a wide smile as she giggles and I think my ears might be orgasming from that sound alone.

,,Yeah, might be my curse.” she sighs and looks up at the night sky. Her hair is so beautifully long and wavy and I can’t help myself as I twirl a strand around my finger. Her eyes find mine again but she doesn’t say anything, just smiles at me.

,,So out of the eight of us, you don’t like anyone? Not even Min? He’s kind of pretty.”

,,Minho is too domineering.” she shakes her head before she grins and scoffs slightly. ,,You actually come the closest to what my type is.”

What the actual fuck? Is she seriously flirting with me right now? I’m her type? My heart beat quickens and my dick twitches in my shorts. I’m gonna do something stupid tonight. I should leave, lock myself in my room and stay in there. But I can’t. She’s got me under some fucking spell and I’m so down bad for her that I don’t even care about the consequences.

I lean into her more, letting my hand fall from her hair to her waist. ,,You think I’m pretty then?” I grin.

,,Really pretty.” she whispers as she looks up at me with a smirk. I might’ve died and went to heaven.

,,I think you’re really pretty too, Amelia. Gorgeous even.” I whisper as I pull her closer, her soft chest flust against mine now. Her small hands find my shoulders as she licks her lips softly and stares up at me, expecting. I gulp, my eyes jumping between her beautiful eyes to her edible lips. I lick mine as well.

,,We shouldn’t.” she whispers as she pulls me down by the nape of my neck.

,,No,” I whisper. ,,we really should not”

And then our lips connect. I’m not sure who leaned in first but it doesn’t matter. I’m kissing her. I’m actually tasting her soft lips and she’s kissing me back and pulling me into her soft body. The lipgloss makes her lips taste like cherries and I ccan’t get enough as I let my tongue slip into her mouth and she moans slightly. How can I ever stop now?

She overwhelms all of my senses. Her sweet perfume filling my lungs, her soft moans and sighs music to my ears, her soft waist under my fingertips and the cherries on my tongue. My dick grows hard faster than it ever has before.

Kissing her is now my favorite thing to do. Kissing her is like tasting the sweetest watermelon in the summer. Like seeing your mother after a long time. Like falling asleep in fresh linen after a long bath. Like being around your friends after a tough day. Like ascending into heaven.

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akirasarchives · 2 years

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[ᴄ.s] | 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Basking in the moonlight of the Beach with your lover.

ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader

Chishiya isn’t cold. He isn’t emotionless, he isn’t vicious and he surely isn’t evil. But, he puts on a façade, an act he plays in order to survive the Borderlands. Borderland Chishiya is calculating and knows how to play his pawns, yet he’ll never make you one of them. Your Chishiya, the one in the real world and the one you see behind closed doors is much more than that.

He’s tentative, soft, caring and loving even if the job he occupies causes him to close off that soft part of his heart. He likes to spoil you with small gestures. He likes waking up next to you in the morning and placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, he likes pretending to hate the music that you love, he loves having coffee dates with you in the stupidly overpriced Starbucks down the street from the apartment that he shares with you.

You can’t stand to watch as the man you love has to act like he doesn’t love you, that he doesn’t have anything more of an acquaintance level relationship with you all the while he hangs around Kuina as if they’re two peas in a pod when it should be you and him. You don’t hate Kuina, quite the contrary, as the tall woman knows about your real relationship with him even if Chishiya scolded you for telling her.

You like it when it’s just the two of you, secretly holding hands and giggling nervously like two teenagers once again.

“‘Taro” A soft whisper breaks the silence enveloping your two figures but Chishiya doesn’t mind. He hums, allowing his soft gaze to replace a verbal reply.

He looks so beautiful. With the curtains cracked open ever so lightly, the soft moonlight hue shines a gentle light onto his already soft features, creating an angelic hue around his face.

The sight engraves in your brain, a mental image you never want to forget. It’s like your Chishiya is back, almost as if you two are back in the normal world.

“When we go back…” You start, staring into his soft eyes “Do you think we can expand the invitations?”

Chishiya smiles, a real genuine smile as he remembers the night before the Borderlands. Maybe his romantic manga had really gotten to him but he couldn’t help but do a cheesy proposal in his own Chishiya-like way. An impromptu picnic date on your shared balcony matched with your favourite foods and a bottle of bubbles gave him the courage to propose. You're glad you fought back your urge to ask him what he was fiddling with in his pocket that night as in hindsight you would’ve ruined the best night of your life.

“Do you want to invite more people?” He asks softly as he moves to grasp your hand with a firmer hold. You nod, thinking about your friends.

“Kuina… She could be one of my entourage” Chishiya shakes his head teasingly as your idea. You can’t help but laugh airily “Maybe she could be your bestwoman?”

“I think Kuina would like to organise the wedding” Chishiya tutts, thinking about the woman’s flamboyant style. He can only imagine the scene, with bright streamers and expensive decorations littering the small space. A crowded room with barely any space for the guests to sit around her own furnishings. Though he smiles, because he knows you would probably adore the stupid thought.

Silence falls over you two once more but it’s okay, because Chishiya is there next to you. Realistically, anyone could barge into his room whenever they liked but for some reason it’s as if a barrier exists. No disruptions have ever passed his doorstep, to which you’re thankful. Silently, you take the time of peace to shuffle up the bed to curl into his side. Looking out the window and silently holding hands can only satisfy your need for affection for so long.

Cuddling up to Chishiya seemed like it would be nothing but a passing thought when you two first entered the Beach, acting as if you two were just game-partners who stuck together.

“I love you, you know?” You whisper, glancing up at Chishiya. A soft rumble in his chest proves that he finds your sudden confession amusing, but he nods anyway. His left arm curls around your form as he uses his left hand to rub at your side lovingly. It causes a soft sigh to emit from deep in your throat as you finally feel your body untensing for the first time in days.

“I love you too” He mumbles, looking towards the ceiling. A part of him holds hatred for people who can easily express themselves, those who don’t have a nagging voice spewing unnecessary feelings of doubt at himself as he struggles to reply. He’s built himself up to a point where he can express himself, though he often finds himself biting his tongue at times.

Chishiya is thankful for you. Thankful that you’re the one person he can truly express himself to and understand that it’s hard for him to express his emotions like others. At times like these, he hates those who are easily kind-hearted.

Someone like Arisu. The man who easily expresses himself to everyone, even him. To wear his heart on his sleeve; he’s somewhat envious even if vulnerability is no more than a death sentence within this world.

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