#he’s my phone background too hehe

[play-rough]

That art of Dazai with fishie has me so 🥺🥺🥺 like I can’t look at it for more than two seconds at a time because of how cute it is but I get so emotional because “he’s a very upset baby” and I need Chuuya to get him a bottle of strawberry formula and give him cuddles and maybe break out the kitty keyboard or some bluey pls help 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I knowwwww he’s so precious 🥺 someone better come kiss him on the forehead asap‼️

[lordrandreaming]

New Reza art i received yesterday from a new good friend I made!

Im in love with how Sako did him 💜💙💚💛❤ absolutely ENAMORED! It was her first time drawing a Sergal and she did so well!!

I actually joined the stream as she finished him up! Made her laugh alot xD

If you have FA go ahead and give her a watch! Her art is simply divine 💜💙💚💛❤

[nochukoo97]

we can’t be friends (wait for your love) - teaser

pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x childhoodfriend!oc

summary: you and jungkook have been friends since birth, and as you both grow into teenagers, you can’t help but have some sorr of longing feeling towards him. but after a turn of events, you move away from your home town, growing apart from the boy you onced were close to. almost a decade later when you decide to move back, there’s someone familiar yet unfamiliar waiting for your arrival… was this the universe giving you a sign about him?

warnings/tags: story starts off when the both of them are children, but most of the plot is when they are adults :)), eventual: kissing, an emotional rollercoaster 🥲, they’re stuck in a ‘what are we’ moment, playing a waiting game of who confesses first, a little bit of angst, smut, but fluff too hehe

a/n: IM BACK 🥲 after being in writers block sighhh but i am back hehehe hope u r excited for this!! anyways this is just an intro for the actual fic, its more of what happened before the present which will be in the main part hehehe

TAGLIST OPEN!!

(this is the introduction, the main part is coming soon :)))

MASTERLIST

23 July 2007

You’re currently wedged between two bookshelves in the living room of your house, eyes trained on the words in your book, giggling to yourself when the plot takes a funny turn. Meanwhile in the background, Jungkook and your brother Taehyung, both a year older than you, the two ten year old boys play fighting in your parents backyard, their game was way too rough for you to even watch, you decided.

That’s always the way it’s been since you were young, Jungkook’s mum dropping him off at your parents place as he spent time with your brother, mostly roughhousing like they are now, and you, at nine years old, simply tucking yourself in another fairytale, which to you seemed like a much better way to past time.

You never truly spent a lot of time with the two of them when Jungkook would come over, besides the once-in-a-while moments where your parents would make you guys bond a little through board games or card games which the two elder boys would never take seriously, the games always ending in them either throwing the board game pieces at each other or stacking the cards into a pyramid.

When it came to school, you tried your best to stay away from bumping into your brother at school, but you’d always end up being teased in front of your friends by him and Jungkook, making fun of your two pigtails or your very glittery pink bag you had just gotten as a birthday gift, but you were used to it anyways, having grown up with a brother.

12 August 2011

Four years go by and now you’re finally completing your last year in middle school, Jungkook and your brother having moved on to high school, and as expected, they end up attending the same school, as they have done their whole life.

But since four years ago, a lot has changed. You’ve grown much closer to Jungkook, having gone on quite a few trips with his family, and you could even consider him a close friend. Most importantly, he’d grown from being a kid to a teenager, even though he was only a year older than you, the 14 year old boy suddenly became someone you always wanted to hang out with. To you, you saw him as someone cool. Instead of teasing you along with your brother, he now would defend you from your brother’s teasing, treat you to ice cream on the weekends and even teach you the video games he played with your brother.

“And then he let me get as many toppings as I wanted,” You tell your friends, clicking the buttons on your phone to show them the picture of your ice cream, filled to the brim with all sorts of toppings because Jungkook said you could.

“You’re so lucky, I wish I had a boyfriend like that,” Jiyeon sighs, pouting her lips as she sulks.

Your face turns red, tip of your ears warm as you quickly deny, “He isn’t my boyfriend! Just a friend… In fact he was my brother’s friend first,” No, you couldn’t even begin to try and imagine Jungkook as someone more than your friend!

“Well, but you should definitely confess to him on valentine’s day, it’s in like six months,” Yuji twirls her hair, nudging your leg slightly as she giggled.

To the three of you, as 13 year old girls, having a valentine was a big deal, especially since the whole idea of a crush and all was new to you guys as teenage girls.

“No! I don’t have feelings for him! He’s just nice to me I guess,” You frown at Yuji, just because she confessed to her crush and now apparently has a boyfriend, doesn’t mean you need to do it too, you decided.

You didn’t have a crush on Jungkook right?

You push away the thought quickly, this whole topic was so taboo to you, it made you feel squirmy thinking about it. No, you didn’t have any sort of feelings towards the older boy, never.

-

So that day when you arrived back at home, spotting Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the table and doing their homework, you decide to take a seat away from the certain boy.

“Huh? Why are you sitting all the way there? Come back here,” Jungkook hums, pulling out his earphones in bewilderment, you had always sat next to him whilst the three of you would do homework together after school, nudging him here and there to ask for help with a math problem.

“I- okay,” You scooch towards the chair next to him, dragging your books along the table as you avoid eye contact. Your cheeks heating up again as you remember your conversation with your friends in school earlier, it made you feel all tingly inside, but why were you being so weird in front of him?

“You’ve been staring at that math problem for ages, need help?”

You jump up in surprise at Jungkook’s voice , letting out a small yelp as your brother snickers at you from across the table, you kick his shin in response, sending his hands flailing to the injury, mumbling some cuss word you don’t understand.

“Yeah,” You only muster out a whisper, handing over your pencil to the boy, who finds your behaviour a little off but nonetheless, doesn’t comment on it.

And while he explains the solution and working to find the value of X, you can only notice his eyes, his nose, the mole under his lips, the scar on his cheek from when he fought with your brother years ago, his lips.

And then you for yourself to snap out of your daydream when his eyes lock with yours in confusion as to why you’re staring at him instead of your workbook.

03 January 2012

But then five months later, opportunity for valentine’s day didn’t even come for you anyways, as you pack your bags to move miles away from the place you once called home, since your father had been posted to a new country for his work.

The whole idea of leaving your life behind and all the people you’ve ever known since young was such an overwhelming feeling that you didn’t even think once about your feelings for Jungkook anymore, or maybe you did once, but it didn’t matter.

So when you tugged your luggage and watch your brother sadly hug his best friend goodbye at the airport, reality struck, you wouldn’t ever get a chance to even properly assess your feelings for Jungkook anyways, so you simply wave him goodbye, not looking back so you don’t think further than a goodbye.

He did make sure to exchange his Instagram and Facebook with you, promising you and your brother to keep in touch, which you agreed to. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted to cling onto the idea of him, but you didn’t let yourself believe that anyways.

[binniesbooks]

Ok ok soo lets start with Yeonjun SINCE i think you said unti palang sya sa acc mo SOOOOOOO.. thinking abt teaserdom!yeonjun x sub!reader

Scenario isss, reader is fucking horny, its 3am and shes still awake (she has insomnia like me) she suddenly had a wave of horniness and how did she deal with that??? She masturbates, trying so hard not to make a sound since yeonjun is sleeping so pretty beside her (he's awake and aware LMAO) anddd like its not enough for her so she slowly takes yeonjun's hand and uses it to pleasure herself 👹 ( and we all know what happend after that👀 to be more detailed, yeonjun is a tease and edges reader ahhweibaiw ) the rest is yours to write fayee💓

It may not be the best BUT i thought abt this last night and i just had to request it to someone AFGRHRBRBRBRB

ALSOOO THIS IS WHAT IM IMAGING WHAT YEONJUN LOOKS LIKE IN THIS REQUEST WJSJSJSJSJSJ just change the pants into shorts hehe

• A HELPING HAND

YJ 999 .F25 2024

wc 2.2k

pairings performerbf!Yeonjun x insomniac!reader

warnings teaserdom!Yeonjun, sub!reader, self-relieving, mentions of medication for insomnia, pornographic video clips(?), light somno if you squint, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie (+ anything I've missed)

faye's note took me so long, mock board wracked my brain. So thankful classes got suspended so I took the chance to write lol. HAHAHAHAHA

special thanks to dear @aduh0308 i love you, hun.

"Goodnight, love, 'm sorry, too sleepy," Yeonjun muttered, lips pouty and voice sleepy.

"Goodnight, Jjunie, sleep tight," you answered, slowly combing your fingers through his hair.

With a low hum, you felt his hot breath against your neck. His little snores hinted that he drifted to sleep already, too tired from practicing all day.

Your eyes were so full of him today too, as you watched him repeatedly practice his dance performance, "Guilty". Yeonjun's figure was so sexy. His toned abs were revealed multiple times as he slid his hand under his shirt to hold his chin and cover his mouth.

Yeonjun is so particular in what he does, he wants everything to be perfect. So he always tries his best to get into the emotion of whatever he is doing. That’s the reason why he looks so extra sexy in the video he filmed for his performance, his white shirt riding off his abs.

Yeonjun nuzzled his face closer to your neck, unconsciously trying to find some warmth from you in your air-conditioned room.

It'd already been 4 hours since he fell asleep, however, you, on the other hand, weren't sleepy even for a bit. These past few days, you haven't had enough sleep, as your insomnia kicks every night. So when Yeonjun tossed and turned around lying flat on his back, you think of an idea to make yourself feel sleepy since your medication hasn't been helping. These past few days, you've been resorting to touching yourself to feel tired and fall asleep. But you thought, maybe tonight you should let it pass since your boyfriend was fast asleep next to you.

As you were scrolling on Yeonjun's phone, trying to find something to watch or read, you suddenly thought of opening his gallery.

You were met with an unfamiliar album entitled "for my pretty girl". The album quickly piques your interest as you open it. Your mouth hung open when you saw it was a compilation of videos where Yeonjun was clearly touching himself.

Your plan to abstain from self-relief for tonight? Revoked.

You opened one of the videos as you listened to his voice in the background.

"Mmhh... ngh... Love... Please, more..." Yeonjun's voice was so whiny, the camera kept on shaking as his abs kept on clenching. His huffs and pants got louder as the tip of his cock leaked. His shaky breath could be heard as he stopped stroking his cock, the full view made you notice how it harshly twitched, eager for touch.

"Fuck, love, I can't wait to feel you around me, I missed you," he huffs.

You opened a few more videos of Yeonjun desperately touching himself and whispering behind the camera how he badly wanted to feel you squeeze him.

Until you found yourself with your hand slowly circling your clothed clit. "Jjun...." you whispered, biting your lip to prevent any loud noise that would come out of your mouth. You placed the phone beside your head as you listened to his voice in the video whimpering and whining.

You slipped off your pajamas, quickly tossing them on the floor as you pressed your head further against your pillow, trying to suppress your moans. Your slender fingers played with your arousal, and your other hand crept under your shirt, pinching your nipples. Your breathing was ragged and shaky as you tried to suppress it once again.

Feeling a little bit needy, you carefully slid your digits inside you, curling and pumping them inside, trying to reach the right spots. Your body shook from pleasure, your lips swollen from how hard you were biting them. The squelching sound made it so filthy as you pushed your fingers in and out. "Yeonjun..." You whispered his name once again, your voice coming out as a croak. You tried your best to stay quiet because you didn't want him to wake up from you trying to relieve yourself.

Suddenly, your slender fingers felt shorter than usual. Still unsatisfied, you grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers with you first before settling it down on your pussy. You decided to use his pretty fingers to get off. You gasped loudly when you slid his finger inside you. You didn't pay much attention to it, losing the chance to notice that his fingers were a bit stiff as if he were controlling them. Holding his hand, you guide his fingers in and out of you, desperate to cum.

With a few more pumps, a little bit more of biting your lips, and a heart-pounding experience to suppress your moans, you were just about the edge. "A b-bit more," you muttered, bucking your hips up. "'m so close, 'm gonna cum," you huffed, eyes closed, head pressed on the pillow.

Then his hand stopped. No, you didn't get to cum yet. His hand came to a pause from moving, hell, it was even pulled away from you. You whined from the empty feeling until you heard a rustling sound from beside you.

"You're using my hand to get off? How dirty are you, pretty girl?" Yeonjun chuckled, turning to his side and using his elbow to support his body to face you, giving his fingers kitten licks.

Your eyes widened as you pulled the blanket over your body, stuttering your excuses, "N-no! I can explain love, p-please this is.. it's not w-what it looks like!"

"Hmm, fuck, you taste so sweet, love," Yeonjun moaned, still sucking on his slick-covered fingers.

"Yeonjun," you gulped.

Yeonjun laid on his back again, pushing his white shirt up, exposing his toned abs as he ran his hand under it. "Mhh..." he moaned teasingly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Stop that," you pouted, quietly sliding your hand under the sheets, trying to relieve yourself again. You slipped your finger inside you again, though your silent gasp didn't go past Yeonjun without him noticing it.

"My desperate girlfriend," he cooed as he hovered above you, pulling the sheets away, catching you red-handed. He pulled your hand and sucked on your fingers as his moans vibrated through your skin.

You were too embarrassed to look at him, so you tried covering your eyes.

"What makes you so shy now that you weren't earlier?" he whispered, lowering his head on your tummy. The hem of your shirt was caught between his teeth as he pulled it up. He looked over you with his hooded eyes as he dipped his head down once again, planting a kiss on your upper abdomen.

You couldn't help but tangle your fingers on his hair as you watched him. Yeonjun pressed his tongue flat on your burning skin, licking a long stripe from your navel and up.

His kisses moved down to your waist, giving it a few splotchy red marks. Without tearing his gaze on you, his tongue grazed your clit, making you dig your heels on the bed and arch your back, too desperate to feel him.

Yeonjun held both sides of your waist, his thumb gently massaging your flushed skin, as he continuously teasingly grazed your clit with his tongue.

Just when you thought you could relax for a bit, he suddenly licked a long stripe on your folds, making your body shiver and your grip tighten against his soft locks. You lifted your hips up, trying to meet his lips and tongue again, but he just pushed you down, making you whine.

"No no no no, pretty. Have sum' patience," he cooed, landing a slap on your thigh and making you yelp.

Dipping his head down once again, his sharp tongue prodded at your hole. His hum resonated around the four corners of the room as he felt you tug his hair a little bit harder.

"Fuck, Yeonjun, please..." you whined, trying to lift your hips again.

He hoisted your legs on his shoulder, tucking his hand under your thighs as he started to lap on your wet folds.

"S-stop... Ahh!"

Your squirming and trembling figure made him pull you closer to his mouth as he ate you out. Your heels digging onto his back as you feel yourself getting wetter, your fingers clutching the sheets underneath you. The obscene sounds he made makingthe knot in your stomach tighten.

"Close... So close..." you whimpered, trying to grind on his mouth.

But to your disappointment, Yeonjun pulled away, his nose, mouth, and chin glistening with your arousal. "W-what the hell!" you exclaimed, eyes teary.

"You wanna cum that badly, sweetie?" Yeonjun smirked.

"Please, please, please," you pleaded, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as your pussy clenches around nothing.

Yeonjun swiftly removes his thin shirt, grabbing both of your hands and tying his shirt around your wrists. "Only if you become a good girl for me," he said, tightening the makeshift rope.

"I'll be good, love, please. P-please let me cum, l-let me cum," you whined.

"Really?" he taunts. "Even if I do this?" Yeonjun slid his two fingers inside you and immediately withdrew it.

Your thighs were shaking as you yelp, "Wanna cum, wanna cum, please!" you cried loudly.

Yeonjun could only chuckle at you as he watched you rub your thighs together.

"Aren't you too horny, pretty girl? My videos made you this horny? Hm?" His fingers crept up your body, twisting your nipples in the process.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Ahh! More... Hng!" You didn’t even know the words or noises coming out of your mouth, you just desperately wanted to cum right now.

"Look at you, you're such a mess. Still unsatisfied even after using my videos and fingers to get off," he snickered.

"You should be a little patient, darling. Just like this guy in here," he added, palming himself through his black shorts.

"D'you wanna get my dick wet?" he asked, kissing your temple. You nodded frantically, unsure of what you were agreeing to, but you just need him.

Yeonjun rose to his knees between your body, pulling his shorts down a little to expose his hardened cock, kissing his lower abdomen. You bit your lip as you watched him repeatedly pump his cock.

"Mhhmp, this feels nice, fuck," he smirked, closing his eyes as he looks up. His adams apple bobbed u p and down as his mouth opened and closed simultaneously from the pleasure.

"Want to feel you, Jjun," you pouted, rubbing your thighs together again.

"You wanna feel me? Wanna be my cocksleeve, baby?" he smirked. You nodded at him again, biting your lips as you imagined him fucking your brains out like he usually did.

"Patience, pretty," he giggled, pressing the tip of his cock on your swollen lips.

Just when you were about to open your mouth and suck him, he pulled away. "Nah-uh, you're a bad girl, so eager for a mere cock. What are you, a slut?" he frowned, making you feel embarrassed. You covered your face using your tied hands.

"Covering your face? Wanna miss the fun part?"

When you peeked between your fingers, you saw him stroking his cock as his pre-cum shines on the tip of his cock.

"Whenever I'm not with you, I touch myself. I made a compilation just for you to watch how I badly wanna fuck you. Fuck-- " His brows creased, feeling the hair on the back of his head stand up.

"Not wanting anything other than to fuck you when I'm stressed," he muttered, his grip on his cock tightening as you heard him grunt.

"J-junnie, please, wanna cum with you," you whimpered, not being able to watch him any further.

"Sure!" he smirked as he aligned himself against your throbbing core.

You felt the good stretch as you gasped and a guttural moan ripped through him.

Yeonjun started moving inside, strings of curses coming out of his mouth as he felt you clench. He made sure to thrust deep to reach the parts where you and his fingers couldn't. Yeonjun practically pressing his hips on yours just to make you feel full sent you reeling.

You looped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, your fingers tangled on his locks once again as you felt him raw inside you.

"B-bit more... I'm gonna cum--"

Yeonjun still inside you, edging himself at the same as his body trembled from the sudden halt . "Fuck," he whispered.

"No no no no please, please no baby, I'm so close, I'm so close please," you cried out loud.

"H-hah, you're so desperate, pretty girl," he huffed, pressing his hips against you once again.

He then lifted his hips up for a bit. "Fuck yourself on me, show me how desperate you are, " he taunted.

No need for him to say it twice. You started moving your hips, fucking yourself on his cock, and burying him inside you as deep as possible. Until he decided to meet your hips halfway, making you feel him on your throat. The shallow thrusts make you whimper, and your body trembles.

"Gonna fill you up, need to fill you," he muttered through gritted teeth, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Please, please, please!"

With a few more thrusts, your body convulsed, and strings of moans coming from you caused Yeonjun to bust.

"Fucking shit!" he hissed as he let his head fall against your chest. He slowly moved for a little while, letting the two of you ride out your high, draining himself inside you.

His body felt burning hot against your skin as your hearts thumped hard together. Your pants and huffs filled the room, which made it feel steamy even when the air- conditioning is on.

[haechwrites]

fated rejection - J.WW

college student!wonwoo x fem reader (3rd person)

wc: ~5.9k

warnings: loner wonwoo, angst, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers?, rejection, past trauma (mild)

A/N: i’ve been sitting on this for sooo long and tbh it was meant to be a much longer fic but i deleted almost everything. these parts were my fave and they felt most satisfying to me so !! enjoyyy. i hope i don’t disappear again hehe

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“I don’t know which one to watch, though.”

“We can just decide when you get here later,” Wonwoo says in between bites of cereal. With his left hand, he’s fumbling trying to prop up his phone on Vernon’s water bottle.

“When I get where?” She says though he can’t see her face. He can just see her ceiling as he listens to her do something in the background.

Wonwoo pauses for a second, letting her think. When all he hears is her continual surrounding noises, he finally speaks up.

“...When you get to my apartment… for the group project.”

He can hear her gasp when he finishes his sentence and then some more rustling. Finally, her head pops up from the bottom of his screen, and if she weren’t so pretty, he would’ve choked on his Cheerios from the jumpscare.

She smiles wide trying to hide her bout of short-term memory.

“Yes… the group project… session… at your place… that I’m definitely getting ready for right now.” She fidgets and he can see it through the camera. He hopes she can see the sharp glare he’s sending her too.

“You forgot,” Wonwoo says plainly.

“I did not… forget.” She takes the phone into her hands, taking a seat on her bed. He can see the pillows plush around her head as she positions herself comfortably. He wonders what her room looks like, besides the ceiling and the corner of the bed he’s viewing. Wonwoo thinks it has to be decorated as loud as her personality, compared to his room that’s mainly white and boring. He makes a mental reminder to not let her in there today.

He grabs his phone as well, bringing it closer to his face.

“You. Definitely. Forgot.” He teases, watching the guilt grow on her face.

“Who forgot?” Mingyu walks into the kitchen, hair still recovering from his long slumber. By the looks of it, Wonwoo thinks he forgot too.

“Y/N forgot that we’re meeting up today for the group project.”

And the way Mingyu stills trying to steal a bite from Wonwoo’s cereal, he knows he was right. The milk is dribbling from the spoon as the cereal is suspended in the air, and Wonwoo turns his phone away so she doesn’t see that another member of the group has forgotten. He rolls his eyes, shoving the spoon into Mingyu’s mouth.

Mingyu hums, feigning ignorance. “Yes! The group project, duh. At our place.” Chunks of Cheerios are splattering onto the table as he speaks and Wonwoo scowls at the clumsy boy.

“See,” Wonwoo smiles condescendingly at his phone. “Even Gyu remembers.”

Mingyu tries to steal the whole bowl from him, but Wonwoo’s arm blocks him along with the stern look on his face. Mingyu groans in response and heads towards the cabinets to make his own breakfast.

“And I did too! How could I forget the precious plans we made together, Won?” She says ever so sweetly. He can see her lashes flutter even through her bad wifi connection.

Mingyu’s head snaps in the direction of her voice through the phone, tilted in curiosity.

‘Won?’ he mouths. He begins to giggle to himself, dragging a stool opposite of Wonwoo. His eyebrows are raised teasingly, and there’s a huge smile on his face at the sound of the nickname that naturally escaped her lips.

Wonwoo is turning his camera away from his face once again before telling Mingyu to back off. No longer interested in breakfast, or stealing Wonwoo’s, he’s keenly listening in on their conversation.

“So I’ll see you at 1?” Wonwoo asks.

He watches her eyes flicker to her clock before she nods. “Yep, I’ll see you at 1!”

“The plans are for 12,” Wonwoo deadpans, and her face drops.

“Fuck you.”

“See you!” He ends the call.

It’s silent in the kitchen as Wonwoo continues to play on his phone, refusing to meet MIngyu’s eyes. He already knows he’s in for it.

“So… Won.” Mingyu slyly tries to grab his spoon. Not wanting to have this conversation, Wonwoo actually lets him steal a bite.

“Yes, Gyu.” He mistakenly looks up and there’s a pleased look on Mingyu’s face. Wonwoo tries not to let his face show that he’s phased. He simply gives him a blank stare, like video chatting her is normal and her calling him by a nickname is normal.

Which it is. It has been his new normal for the past two months or so. Wonwoo never expected to grow this close to a person in college especially considering how dry the past four years have gone, both friend and relationship wise. But Y/N has somehow managed to find her place in his life after being added to his group project the day after she was absent. And he let her in without fighting. She managed to slip her way into his life in a way that no one has before, especially considering she used to just be a classmate he saw around every once in a while — and found mildy? slightly? Okay, incredibly attractive.

However, now, her place feels unfamiliar. It’s shifting towards even more uncharted waters. It wasn’t like his friendships with Mingyu, Hoshi, and Vernon.

Maybe it’s because she’s a girl and this is his first girl (emphasis on the space) friend or that’s what Wonwoo has been telling himself these past two weeks. Or maybe it’s because unlike the boys, Y/N doesn’t complain when they spend time alone, when all Wonwoo wants to do is be introverted. She doesn’t complain when she calls and he’s gaming. She doesn’t complain when he’s overslept and is showing up to their study sessions with sleep still in his eyes.

He appreciates her efforts far more than he did before. Especially when her sweet acts like buying him a milk tea carton, every time they meet up to work on the project, sends his heart into a frenzy. Or when she laughs extra hard at his jokes, when he knows they’re not that funny. Wonwoo really likes it when their conversations go on a tangent, and they’re no longer talking about which powerpoint template they should use but what sweetness level is best at their campus’ coffee shop. Wonwoo won’t let himself look deeper into that feeling though. Besides, it could just be the caffeine from all the varyingly sweetened americanos they’ve sampled.

All he knows right now is that their relationship feels different and Wonwoo often wonders if there’s a need to define it. He never allows himself to dive further than that. His chest seizes at the possibilities.

“So what’s going on?” Mingyu asks, propping his chin on his hand.

“Just… eating breakfast.” Wonwoo stares, as if it was obvious, making Mingyu roll his eyes in frustration.

He tsks, “I meant with you and Y/N. Duh.”

“With me and Y/N? I don’t understand.” Wonwoo shakes his head, confused at Mingyu’s questioning.

“Are you guys… like more than friends? Just friends? I’m just curious,” Mingyu shrugs. “I’ve never seen you willingly talk this much to anyone but the three of us.”

“We’re friends,” Wonwoo says quickly, trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in his chest. He can feel the tips of his ears turn warm.

“Why-,” Wonwoo clears his throat. “Why do you think we’re more than just friends?”

Since the topic wasn’t brought up by someone other than the nagging lovesick voices in his head, Wonwoo was actually curious to hear what his friend had to say. Truthfully speaking, if we’re going to be really honest here, Wonwoo has thought of her in a romantic light from time to time, but seeing as he barely managed to move from a classmate to a friend basis with her, a relationship didn’t seem possible. A relationship felt so out of reach, it was embarrassing to even consider. With a loner like Wonwoo, he could never fathom Y/N liking him back.

“You know who she reminds me of? She reminds me of Yuna.” This makes Wonwoo choke on his cereal milk.

“Yuna?! Like from high school, that Yuna?”

“Yeah,” Mingyu nods. “The one you had a crush on for like two years.”

“And then she hardcore friendzoned me. Why would Y/N remind you of Yuna? That’s horrible…” Wonwoo shivers, reliving his teenage rejection. It was an awful time for him. He had allowed himself to fall for his longtime crush, ask her out, only for her to completely and very publicly embarrass him. Vernon gave her death glares for two months whenever they crossed paths.

“She doesn’t remind me of her. She just reminds me of the crush you had on her. The way you’re acting now, it’s like when you had a crush on Yuna. It’s so cute.”

“I-I don’t like Y/N like that. And even if I did, why would you compare it to my failed high school love life? That’s traumatizing.” Wonwoo gets up from the stool, and moves to start washing his dishes – and some of Hoshi’s from last night’s dinner.

“Okay maybe I went about describing this the wrong way. I’m not saying she’s going to friendzone you. I’m saying you have crush behavior, like how you did back in high school. With Yuna… but you seem in denial this time.”

Wonwoo sighs. “I don’t like her like that. And I’m not in denial. Even if I did, you just gave me a reason to not do anything about it. So, thanks.”

Wonwoo angrily scrubs at the stain Hoshi left on one of the plates and he groans at how stubborn it is. The more he scrubbed, the more the stain started to look like Yuna. Then he starts to remember the look of disgust she gave him when he gathered the courage to confess his feelings. He could hear her conceited scoff ringing in his ears. If his fingers didn’t hurt so much from his steel grip on the sponge, the sore pain in his chest would’ve been a lot more noticeable.

“Noooo,” Mingyu whines. “That wasn’t the point of this conversation.”

Wonwoo slams the faucet shut, turning to face his friend. “Then what was the point, Mingyu?”

Mingyu somehow shrinks himself small, giving Wonwoo a sad look. “I just wanted you to realize your feelings for her. I want you to be happy, Woo.”

“Yeah, well, I’m perfectly happy like this. So please stop pushing this on me.” Wonwoo says with finality, before returning to his dishes. He could feel the coldness he left in the air, and he winced at his own tone. He can hear Mingyu awkward shuffling behind him.

“I’m sorry. I’m gonna go buy some snacks before Y/N gets here. Want anything?”

“I’m good.”

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But he wasn’t. Wonwoo lied. All throughout the entire study session, he kept fidgeting in his seat at her close proximity. She called dibs on the seat next to him and it’s not like he hasn’t been this close to her before. However, after that talk with Mingyu, he can only see her and think about his potential feelings for her. Loose emphasis on the word, ‘potential.’

“Okayyy, I honestly think we’re done.” Vernon claps his hands on his thighs, cueing the end of the session.

“Yeah, I feel good. We should be ready to present.” She nods, not moving to pack her stuff. “Do you guys wanna get dinner?”

Hoshi’s posture straightens, “Oooh, wanna order in?”

She matches his smile, immediately agreeing. She leans over the table to look at Hoshi’s phone, blocking Wonwoo’s sight and he gulps. How is he supposed to last a dinner with her when he could barely handle the last few hours?

He accidentally catches Mingyu’s eyes and there’s a devilish gleam to them. Wonwoo immediately scowls, leaning back in his seat to draw some distance from her.

“Won, what are you craving?” She turns her head to him, waiting for his input. Her face was less than a foot away from his, he could smell the aftertaste of their lattes from her breath.

“I-I’m good. With whatever. Friend.” He sputters out. That gets him looks from everyone at the table, before they decide to ignore him and continue looking at menus. Wonwoo excuses himself, not before dragging Mingyu to his room.

After trudging his friend down the hallway, he silently slams the door of his room behind them. In pure Wonwoo fashion, Mingyu wasn’t sure how he was able to close the door so gently but so scarily.

“You.”

“Me.” Mingyu responds.

“You… you’re messing with my brain,” Wonwoo whines, playing with the sleeves of his sweater. Mingyu simply takes a seat on his bed and enjoys the mental torment his best friend is experiencing. It feels good to be right, he thinks.

“How am I messing with your brain?” He tilts his head innocently.

“You’re making me think things, Gyu.”

“What things?” Mingyu eggs him on and every second that passes, Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow closer together.

“You know, like, non-platonic things. I don’t know! These thoughts weren’t there before.” Wonwoo lies, even he knows that didn’t sound convincing.

Wonwoo finally stops pacing and takes a seat next to Mingyu. His shoulders are tense with frustration. Mingyu could practically see the thoughts trapped inside Wonwoo’s head.

“Are you sure they weren’t? Or were you just denying them?” Fearful of asking these questions, Mingyu’s eyes dart Wonwoo’s way for a second to check if he crossed any lines before fixating on his computer set up on the other wall.

“It’s really annoying that you think I have these feelings,” Wonwoo groans. “Even if I did, it wouldn’t matter, because she would never like me back.”

“But I do.”

Wonwoo and Mingyu whip their head to the bedroom door they swear was closed a second ago. However, it was wide open, and Y/N was standing in the entrance confidently. Or so it seemed, since she was hiding her shaking hands in her hoodie pockets.

“Huh?” Wonwoo says, despite very clearly hearing what she just announced.

“No way…,” Mingyu follows. He was rooting for her to return his feelings, but seeing it physically happen was still mind blowing to him.

“I like you, Wonwoo.” She says a little louder, she pulls her hands out of her pockets to stop them from profusely sweating. If he was any closer, he could hear her heart banging against her ribcage or see the sweat beginning to coat her forehead. This was harder than the moment she approached Wonwoo for the first time.

“I came in to get your dinner order, but I guess you’re getting a confession too,” she laughs awkwardly, trying to appear calm.

Mingyu took this as his cue to leave, though not really wanting to miss the action. It was like he was forcing his heavy feet to move out of the room, not before giving her a small “fighting!” and exiting. However, he didn’t get far, because once he turned the corner, he rammed into two crouched figures outside the doorway.

Hoshi hisses when Mingyu’s foot comes in contact with his shin and Vernon fumbles on his feet, catching the weight of Hoshi’s body in front of him.

“You guys are terrible,” Mingyu quietly scolds the two spies and they roll their eyes.

“As if you weren’t gonna do the same if we weren’t already here.” Hoshi crosses his arms, unmoved by Mingyu’s moral questioning.

“Just scoot over,” Mingyu hisses before finding a space between them to also eavesdrop on this new addition to Wonwoo’s love life. But with what comes next, it may just be the end.

“No, you don’t.” Wonwoo states in response.

Her eyebrow twitches for a second in confusion, not wanting to let her confidence be wavered.

“What do you mean?” She can feel her throat go dry watching his facial features stiffen. This is not what she expected after confessing. Now her heart was racing at a speed that made her feel sick.

“You don’t like me.” Straight to the point. Like it was an undefiable fact. It pierced her chest in a way that made her almost second-guess her feelings.

Y/N scoffs in disbelief, and he winces at how painfully familiar it sounded.

“How could you speak on my feelings like that? I just said I like you, Wonwoo. If I said it, then I mean it.” She takes a step closer to him to hammer her point in, but he swiftly moves back, scared. She would’ve liked it better if he stood his ground, as watching him actively avoid her hurt even more. It’s like she could feel the line being drawn between them again.

“It’s not that simple,” He fights back.

“And it’s not that difficult.” She pushes harder. She was borderline angry, desperate for him to hear her out.

“You’re just confused…,” Wonwoo says her name in a way that makes it seems like he cares. With how softly it flows past his lips, she was almost convinced he was saying he liked her back. But with the space he put between them, she knew her mind was just tricking her.

“Confused,” she repeats. Not liking the finality of the word and how bitter it tasted on her tongue.

She finally breaks eye contact with him to stare at his bedroom walls. It’s much different than hers, but that’s what she expected. Truthfully, she was hoping to be able to see his room today. It would’ve made her feel like they had grown much closer, to be let into his personal space like that. She imagined the walls to be blank, but to at least have a few pictures or mementos of Wonwoo and the boys. But his room was void of anything, as if it was purposeful. Even if she tried to hang a picture of them two on his wall, it felt like the room would reject it for the sake of staying empty. Desolate.

The weight of that realization grew heavier on her mind. That’s just who Wonwoo is. That’s what he makes himself out to be, as hard as he can. Alone.

Y/N’s anger is now gone. And so is her fight. Her heart finally settles down to a cold, steady beat and her fingers stop trembling. She can feel the rise and fall of her chest as she sighs, suddenly feeling tired. Wonwoo feels her eyes back on him.

“Okay,” she nods. “Whatever you want.” She gives him a tight lipped smile, eyes meeting his but it felt like she was looking further. Like she was staring through him.

Her change in demeanor shocks Wonwoo, and he feels the foundation he built around his feet begin to shift. Despite wanting her to agree with him, it felt odd for it to happen. It didn’t feel good at all. Wonwoo thought he was protecting himself by shielding her confession, but it felt like a sword found it’s way to his back and sliced through. Now he was bleeding.

“I actually don’t feel like eating anymore, so I think I’m just gonna head home. I’ll tell the boys to order without me.” She says this without looking at him, taking another long look at his empty walls, and Wonwoo finds himself missing her gaze on him. His hand twitches, wanting to catch her wrist, stop her from leaving.

Not giving him a second to change his mind, because she knows he wouldn’t, she turns her heels around. Her eyes begin to sting and she tucks her head before he can see why. She walks quickly out the door, not minding the three men crouched in the hallway, and makes her escape.

The last thing the four of them hear is the door shut and a curse leave Wonwoo’s mouth.

“Fuck.”

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“Freshmen dorms are listed on the map, the route is highlighted. Once you get to the area, there should be tables set up that tell you which building and room you’re assigned to. Happy orientation!”

Wonwoo blinks at the cheery girl decked out in his newly admitted university’s colors, and wonders if he’s supposed to wish her a happy orientation back. He settles for a nod instead and watches her smile dip for a second before handing him the flyer.

He tugs his duffle bag strap closer to his body when his shoulders are suddenly weighed down by another person’s arm.

“That was a good one, Wonwoo. Really, really good first impression,” Vernon teases.

Wonwoo throws his head back in a groan, already exhausted by the social aspect of moving in.

“How was I supposed to respond?”

Another voice chimes in. “Thank you? Have a nice day? Go Lions?! Maybe. Just a thought.”

Hoshi, the other voice, cackles, punching Wonwoo’s other arm before throwing up claws in support of school spirit.

“Horrible options,” Wonwoo deadpans. “Last one was the worst.”

But Wonwoo’s smiling, trying to slap the stupid gesture off Hoshi’s hands. This only motivates him more, as Hoshi is throwing up claws towards every person in passing.

The boys are too distracted by trying to calm Hoshi down and drawing less attention that they don’t notice they’ve caught the eye of the girl trailing behind them, laughing at their antics. Her eyes are trained on Wonwoo in the middle, entertained by his distaste, but hidden joy, towards his friends’ behaviors. The other guy, Vernon, not the one already acting like an animal, started to play into it too.

She’s about to go up to them, pretending to be lost despite the map in her hands and the obvious signage littered around the campus, in hopes to befriend them before a fourth boy enters the equation.

“Heyyyy… you guys ditched me at check in.” He shoves his shoulder into Wonwoo’s, knocking both him and Vernon attached. The new member takes a look at Hoshi greeting everyone with a “Go Lions!” and cringes.

“Nevermind. Thank you for ditching me,” He bows. “I shouldn’t have caught up with you guys because I don’t wanna be associated with him for another four years.” He starts to slow down his pace in efforts to distance himself.

The boys roll their eyes, not letting him get away from this. “Mingyu, get back here!”

They attempt to grab his backpack straps when he fully walks backwards into the girl behind them.

“Oh, ouch.” She grabs her face after it got slapped by his backpack.

“Oh, oh my god. I’m so so sorry!” Mingyu freaks out. He instinctively grabs the side of her head, and she’s thrown off by his quick closeness. “Are you okay?!”

“I’m-I’m fine,” She laughs, covering her mouth. Her eyes betray her as she makes eye contact with Wonwoo. She immediately moves to hide more of her face after blushing. He doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, he’s already looking off into the space behind her.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed and lowkey rejected, she readjusts her hair. “Um, do you guys know where the freshmen dorms are?” She decides to stick to her original plan, hoping she comes off clueless enough to not read the signs.

“Oh! We’re heading that way if you wanna come with us?” Hoshi offers. “Are you sure you’re okay, you’re a little red. Mingyu’s a big guy and he almost fully rammed into you.”

At the sound of another person joining them, Wonwoo winces and she’s quick to catch it, no matter how fast he was in recovering that quick display of his feelings. She caught Vernon elbowing him in the ribs. All the hope she had immediately plummeted.

“Oh no, it’s totally okay,” she saves herself, feeling completely defeated. “I forgot I was supposed to meet with my friends… over… there!” She points at a random tree. She turns back to look at the four of them, hoping she sounded convincing enough.

They followed her finger to look at the meeting spot, and even they looked a little confused. But they shook it off, before bidding her a good day. Hoshi even gave her a “Go Lions!” She threw a claw up instinctively, and scolded herself immediately at how stupid that must’ve looked. She watched them walk away as she stood next to the stupid tree with all her luggage sitting pathetically next to her feet. She wondered how long she had to pretend to wait there before she was safe to just go to the dorms.

The four boys walked away, and for a second she thought her imagination was messing with her, but Wonwoo turned his head around to make eye contact with her. He gives her a small nod and it takes her awhile to process before she gives him one back. Okay, maybe there is hope.

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Wonwoo and Y/N never truly interacted since that day four years ago. If you could call that an interaction. And they also haven’t spoken since finishing the group project a week ago.

Today is the day of their presentation, and despite the lack of practice they got, the group looks ready to get it over with as they stand in front of the class.

As if they rehearsed it a million times, the presentation goes off without a hitch. Each member says their part and despite doing the same thing, Wonwoo is shocked that Y/N is speaking so calmly and eloquently. Like he didn’t just reject her and her feelings a week ago. It fills him with an even stronger guilt than what he’s been feeling these last few days. She’ll refer to him and his part during the presentation and even though she’s looking at him, it’s not like she’s actually looking at him. Not in the way she did before.

The class claps, despite probably not listening to a word they said for the past 15 minutes, and they return to their seats. Mingyu is praising Y/N on her part and she just smiles, whispering a ‘thank you.’ It feels like Wonwoo got punched in the gut.

She’s sitting next to him, but she feels so far away. This is the first time she’s shown up to class since that day and he wants to ask her how she is. How her weekend went. What she had for breakfast. If her upstairs neighbor is still playing marbles at weird hours of the night. But he can’t. He knows why he can’t, and it makes him sick knowing.

Wonwoo just sighs to himself, pulling out his notebook to pretend to take notes. He feels a poke on his right side and Hoshi’s looking at him with pity. Talk to her, he mouths. Wonwoo just shakes his head nervously, earning a look of disapproval from his friend.

Out of curiosity, he looks at her again, and her eyes are now glassy as it’s trained on her laptop screen. He gasps, not able to stop his hand from touching her arm in hopes to comfort her. But it only causes the tears to slip from her eyes and her sniffles to get louder. She shuts her eyes in embarrassment, not wanting to look at him. Y/N looks up at the ceiling trying to reign in her emotions before she closes her laptop, and quickly excuses herself from the classroom.

No one seems to notice as the next group is still setting up their presentation and Mingyu kicks Wonwoo’s chair from behind, urging him to chase after her. For once, Wonwoo doesn’t hesitate, and he races out the door to find her.

He spots her back, walking down the hallway, arms tucked around her waist. He calls out her name, watching her flinch. It hurts that that’s how she reacts to him now. She doesn’t slow down.

“I’m going to the bathroom, Wonwoo. Leave me alone.”

He catches up to her. “I’ll come with you.”

“To the girl’s bathroom?” She sneers. She’s finally really looking at him and he can tell this isn’t her first cry. Her eyes are red and puffy and he knows she wore her glasses today in hopes to cover them up. She did the exact same thing when she and Wonwoo marathoned well known movies with sad endings two weeks ago.

“I’ll… I’ll wait outside.”

“I don’t want you near me. And you obviously don’t want me near you, so just go back to class,” she dismisses him, picking up her pace as she feels the tears gather quicker on her waterline.

Wonwoo lets out a strangled sigh, fighting the insecure teenage boy inside of him, as he grabs her hand, yanking her to a stop. His hands are shaking, holding hers, and he wants to beat himself up for putting her through all of this. Looking at her in this state, knowing it’s because of him and his unresolved problems, makes his head pound with frustration. He feels almost nauseous.

“I do,” he manages to spit out. “I do want you near me, that’s the problem.” Wonwoo croaks.

“Why is that a problem?” She asks, and it comes out like a sob. “Why?”

Her hand is light in his grasp, and she attempts to pull away. “I’ve-I’ve never made you feel like I didn’t want to be with you. Like I didn’t want to be your friend or that I didn’t want to be a part of your life. So I don’t understand how you could so easily convince yourself that I don’t care about you.”

He opens his mouth, and she cuts him off by stepping closer. He’s let go of her hand, and he’s dumbfounded by her assertiveness.

“I like you, Wonwoo. You can’t tell me that I don’t.” She jabs at her own chest, now furious. “And- and you also can’t tell me that you don’t like me back!”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, not expecting her to have pieced it together before he had. He wasn’t sure what his plan was when he chased her out here. He still doesn’t know what his plan is now. He’s just in shock. And she is too.

“Oh my god,” her hands clasp over her mouth. “That was so stupid of me. And overly confident.” Y/N’s shaking her head in disbelief as she tries to walk away from him again and this dreadful situation.

She’s almost out of his eyesight when the adrenaline hits him. He’s really about to lose her now.

“Stop!” Wonwoo calls. He’s winded from his thoughts and from running after her, and his arms found their way around her. His chest presses against her back and he's breathing into her shoulder. “You’re-you’re not stupid. You’re right. I-“

Wonwoo stops himself before he could continue, peeling himself off her body. “This is wrong,” he says to himself. He goes around to actually face her, grabbing her shoulders to steady himself and to actually look her in the eyes. She looks scared.

“There,” he chuckles under his breath out of nervousness. “I like you.” He says to her face.

The corners of his mouth lift with ease, and he wonders why it was so hard to say that before. He feels like he can say it a million more times. And the way the light slowly makes its way back into her eyes makes him want to scream his confession. He wipes a lingering tear from her face and he giggles. Wonwoo can’t believe how ridiculous he was before when it feels this good to say he likes her.

“I really, really like you. And it took me a while to accept it and that scared me. So the easiest thing to do was to deflect your feelings because at least, if you didn’t like me, then my feelings for you didn’t matter.” Wonwoo explained it like spilling in a long overdue diary entry.

“I know that wasn’t fair to you and I know this isn’t an excuse. But I was just scared to lose you when I just got you. I’ve never… gotten anyone like I got… you? Does that make sense?”

She shakes her head, no, in his hands. At a loss for words this time, not really wanting to believe what she’s hearing.

“Say it again,” she requests. One more time to know if she heard him right.

“Uhh.. I’ve never got anyone- wait, no. I’ve never gotten you like… that’s not right, either. I’ve-“ Y/N slaps a hand over Wonwoo’s mouth (gently).

“No, Won, tell me you like me.” She laughs. She can feel his lips turn into a smile under her palm and then the faintest of kisses being pressed against it before he moves her hand. She lets out a small gasp at the bold yet comforting gesture.

“I like you.” Wonwoo repeats. “I really, really, really like you.”

“I told you so.” Y/N whispers shyly under her breath, feeling much better. She lets out a sigh that represented her four years of essentially pining for him (which Wonwoo is very much not aware of) “God, you were so awful for what you did.”

She punches him in the chest lightly, and he laughs.

Suddenly realizing how intimately he’s holding her, he retracts his hands, not having ever shared this much physical touch with her.

“I know, I know,” He’s rubbing his hands together anxiously. “I have issues. I distance people. I’m the worst,” Wonwoo lists.

She takes his hands from his hold and jokes, “Yes, yes, and yes.”

Y/N then lets go of his hands and nervously tucks some hair behind her ear.

“I have to confess a little something too.” Wonwoo nods, telling her to proceed.

She looks up at him after fixating on the scuff on his sneakers. “Um… I actually think I’ve liked you for longer than you’ve known me.” Wonwoo instantly tilts his head in confusion.

Y/N laughs, already prepared for him to not be aware of the silent crush she’s had on him since orientation.

“We actually met at freshmen orientation and I’ve maybe sort of liked you since then…” she reveals and his eyes go wide underneath his thick frames. “But don’t worry! I wasn’t like obsessing over you these past four years or something. I just thought you were cute and I never mustered up the courage to do something till the day I missed class for our group project. I guess I finally got lucky.”

Wonwoo is dumbfounded, not being able to imagine having had someone’s attention for that long, let alone Y/N’s.

“Wow.” Is all he says.

“Yeah… so I really do like you. So don’t you ever dare tell me I don’t like you ever again,” she threatens softly.

Wonwoo can’t help the flurry of heat he feels in chest that travels his way up to redden his pale complexion. To think he was going to deny himself the pleasure of being liked by her. But naturally, his nerves begin to settle.

“…Y/N, I’ve never really done anything like this before. Or I’ve never been successful at it.” He scratches the back of his head, embarrassed. “So if I’m bad at being like a boyfriend or something, I apologize in advance.”

Not the reaction he was expecting, she’s smiling widely at him. “Did you just ask me out?”

“Oh! Oh is that not what this is?” His eyes are wide again and now his cheeks are flushed for different reasons.

“If that’s what you want this to be, then it can be.” She grabs his hand again, giving him a comforting squeeze.

“I want it. I want you.”

Wonwoo finally admits.

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A/N: thank you for reading!! if you’re a follower, thank you for waitinggg!! like, reblog, reply, but only if u want! mwah mwah

[daenysx]

omg just read all of your aemond fics and 😭😭😭 actual perfection !!!! thank you for sharing your writing!!

not sure if this is a type of request that would interest you but maybe modern!aemond finding out you somehow got injured? not a creative prompt but we love a protective/possibly overreacting aemond with some fluff hehe 💙

thank you so much for reading them, angel, i really hope you like this <333

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

cw; stitches, reader cuts her hand and needs stitches but nothing graphic

it was a nice plan overall, really. you were sure everything would go alright, imagining the perfect outcome as you keep moving in kitchen.

well, until you had a work accident anyway.

"can i call my boyfriend real quick before you start?" you ask the doctor as you sit down, your injured hand feeling numb with all the adrenaline.

"of course." she answers. "we can start after."

you take your phone, press aemond's contact, and beg internally for him to be available. you don't think you can get your hand stitched without him honestly and the idea of him being in a meeting right now makes your stomach turn.

"hello?" he answers. "sweetheart?"

"hi." you say, your voice coming out weaker than you intend to. "is this a good time?"

"of course." he says. "what happened? something wrong?"

he's picking up the clues quickly, first of all why do you sound like that? and second why is he hearing some weird noises on the background?

"um- i'm at a hospital right now." you say, biting your bottom lip, telling him the name of the hospital after that. you need to lay out the details nice and slow, otherwise he'll drive like crazy to be here. "i was cooking dinner and i cut my hand."

"are you okay?" he asks, concern dripping from his voice. "what will they do?"

"the doctor's saying i need stitches." you explain. "i'm okay, i just- can you come here if there's nothing important you have over there?"

you hear some noises like a pushed chair and grabbed keys, aemond suddenly starts breathing quicker. "you are crazy if you think i'll work when you're literally getting stitches." he says. "i'll be there in ten minutes, okay?"

"aemond, please drive safe." you say, because it should normally take at least 15 minutes to get here from his office. you know he won't listen, he tends to be very irresponsible of himself every time you call him and tell him you need him.

"don't worry about me." he tries to reassure you and you hear him starting the car. "only ten minutes, okay, sweetheart? i'll be with you."

"okay." you say.

he keeps his promise really well, and only after ten and a half minutes you see him walking with huge steps towards you. not that you were counting down the seconds. the doctor is a lovely lady, she tries to keep your mind occupied as she cleans up your wound.

"it's a deep cut, but it's clean." she says. "i'll make sure you don't feel anything."

"thank you." you smile weakly. "oh, here he is."

aemond is by your side in a second, his eye quickly inspecting the situation. "are you okay? are you hurting?"

you shake your head. the doctor smiles. "i don't really feel anything right now." you say. "it was just a bit bad when i first came in."

"and the stitches?" he asks, looking at the doctor.

"she will need only a few of them." she answers. "don't worry, we'll make it quick and painless."

she starts doing her job, asks you politely to look elsewhere. aemond holds your other hand as you watch him, it's a bit weird knowing you're being stitched but not feeling it. the worry lines on aemond's face look ever most prominent.

"i'm fine." you give him an easy smile.

"how did it happen?" he asks, softly.

"i was planning on preparing a dinner table." you say. "we've been relied on take out lately, so i wanted to cook you something nice."

"baby." he says, his voice carries too many emotions.

"it's okay." you tell him. "it can happen to anyone, really. i won't even get upset if i have a scar. just another story to tell."

"it may leave a faint scar in time." the doctor says. "but nothing too big."

"that's good enough."

aemond clearly thinks that is not good enough but he won't tell this when you're getting your hand stitched. he only squeezes your fingers. he'll make sure you don't touch knives until you heal, that's all.

"and we're done." the doctor says. "let's wrap it up, and then you can go."

"thank you." you and aemond say at the same time. the wrapping doesn't take long, you're ready to leave the hospital in five minutes.

after the doctor telling aemond instructions about the bandages and the stitches, you walk to the exit. you're glad it's over for now, and your hand still doesn't hurt really. aemond waits by your side until you settle down on the passenger seat.

you expect him to close the door and sit down on his own seat but he doesn't. instead, he turns you to his side by holding your thighs gently and cups your cheeks. he gives you the warmest kiss on your forehead.

"i was terrified." he confesses, almost whispers.

"i'm sorry." you say. "it was an accident."

"i know, my love." he says, putting another kiss on the side of your head. "you don't have to say sorry, it's not like you did it on purpose."

"and now we need to order something again." you say, giving him a mocking pout. "i wanted to eat something homemade tonight."

he smiles at your dramatics. you're right of course, you've both been too busy with work lately and relied on ordering pizza or sushi, or something else. he thinks cooking together can be nice now that he left work early and you want something cooked in your own kitchen.

"i'll cook anything you want for us." he says. it's a good promise.

"you sound pretty confident." you laugh.

"you need to help me with the recipes, of course." he says, coolly. "anything with knife, i'll do it. you can only do harmless things if you want to participate."

you pull him to yourself to give him a kiss. he immediately surrenders, any teasing words he has in mind is gone with your lips on his.

you think he'll look really good wearing an apron.

[tulip-room]

﹄▹Funny Thing◃﹃

if you had stuck around...

pairing. Kageyama x Reader

content. maybe if he had been selfish he wouldn't have missed you so bad. maybe if he had been selfish, he would have you.

words. 4.7k

warnings. ANGST. Had Mr. Loverman on repeat while writing this so that is a warning itself. friends -> something a little more -> something a little less

a/n: blame my fyp for this song popping up constantly. Also please yell at me and tell me your opinions. I feed off of the reactions hehe

You were his first love, he thought he might’ve been yours too. That’s the funny thing with thoughts though, our minds have ways of tricking us into believing what we want to believe. No matter what the truth might really be.

“Tobio!” You wave excitedly when you see him and race over to meet him, you almost trip over your feet but catch yourself. 

“Don’t run that fast, you’ll trip and fall on your face like an idiot.” You roll your eyes at him and hit his arm lightly. 

“How charming,” you deadpanned. “We both know you would catch me.” You tease and start going on about something. He wants to be a good friend and say he was listening but all he can think about is your words. Can you catch someone when you’re already falling yourself? Would you catch him if you knew he was falling? His eyes scanned over your face, analyzing it. The way your lips form words, how they look shiny. Did you get a new lip gloss? Was it a flavored one?

He nodded his head along as you talked, he always paid attention to details of things he cared about. You were near the top of that list. He cared about you more than he wanted to admit. Not everything needed to be spoken into words though, his hand would go over edges so you didn’t hit your head coming back up from grabbing something. How he would smile slightly at glitter pens because you always had one in your bag and it made him think of you. How he would get two drinks instead of one at the vending machine two times a week because you walked home with him on Wednesdays and Fridays. How he had extra chapstick in his bag because you would apply coat after coat when you were anxious about something and complain that you didn’t have anymore. It didn’t take effort to fall in love with you, all it had taken was you. 

There were many ways he could show that he loved you, ways he wasn’t aware of. Ways he was made aware of when he did them and didn’t have anyone to do them for anymore. The hair ties in the small pouch on his bag were unused because you weren’t there to use them anymore. How he would still hang back after practice on Wednesdays and Fridays before realizing that you weren’t there to walk with him anymore. It was silly, he knows. But even though you had moved he still felt like you were with him everywhere, because everything reminded him of you. 

The text messages were far and few between now. He couldn’t help his excitement when his phone buzzed on the table and he hoped it was you. He also couldn’t hide his disappointment when it wasn’t you. He liked to rationalize that you were both just busy, which was true. That you had a habit of ‘out of sight, out of mind’ he did too. You just were never out of his mind.

He still has the photo of both of you at graduation on his bedside table. He remembers how he felt when you told him you got offered a job on the other side of the world. He remembers how the breeze had felt, it was a summer day. The crickets chirping, the leaves rustling. You looked as perfect as he always thought you did. He wanted to tell you right there that he was in love with you. That you were an idiot for not noticing sooner that he was hopelessly infatuated with you. But, you were quicker.

You pulled Kageyama off to the side after the small party the club had put on. The two of you outside, the sun setting in the background. The pages ending on this chapter of your life. You practically hummed with excitement. It was infectious and he felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips to see you so happy. “I have something to tell you,” you had whispered it but the lilt of your voice made it clear that it wasn’t really that much of a secret.

“Me too,” he could already feel his hands getting clammy. His mouth suddenly felt drier than it had moments prior and he felt cold. Was this how it always felt when you were going to confess to the person you had been in love with for the last three years?

“Me first?” He nodded his head, he couldn’t put an end to your excitement. The words that came out of your mouth next though made him wish he had gone first. He felt the chill that raked over his body, how his heart felt like it had dropped. His chest tightened and his throat itched. His eyes filled with tears but he could excuse them for happy tears if he tried hard enough. “I got an offer to manage a team overseas. The pay is really good and,” your voice trailed off in his ears.

He couldn’t concentrate on anything else. You were leaving. He missed his chance to have you, you were going somewhere far away from him. Overseas. Not a five minute walk down the road like you currently were, no more banging on your door to make sure you got up for school. Well, there wouldn’t be anymore of that anyway he reasoned. No more seeing you everyday, no more walking home together twice a week. No more chapstick in his bag, no more hair ties that would find themselves around his wrist, but most importantly. No more you. 

“..io? Tobio?” You waved your hand in front of his face and it snapped him out of whatever daze he was in. You still looked so happy, your eyes practically shining. He always had loved your eyes, saying what you couldn’t. 

He could feel the tears rolling down his cheek now, warm and wet. Making streaks on his cheek but he forced a smile to his face. “That’s great,” his voice cracked but you didn’t comment. It was really great for you. He was being a bad friend for not being happy for you. He was being selfish for crying over not having you anymore. Did he ever have you to begin with though?

“What did you want to tell me?” He shook his head and waved you off. 

“I’m going pro,” he made the excuse up on the spot. It wasn’t a lie that he was going pro. It just wasn’t what he really wanted to tell you. For all his selfishness though, he couldn’t tell you he loved you when you were going to leave. He couldn’t see how your face would drop, how you would fidget with your hands and put chapstick on. Tell him you could work something out. He didn’t want to hold you back. He would never hold you back, so because he loves you he was going to let you go. 

“Is there a reason you are standing by the door?” One of his teammates had asked one Wednesday afternoon. He nodded before shaking his head no. 

“No, sorry.” He didn’t have a reason to wait by the door anymore, you weren’t coming. You were somewhere else, probably asleep while he was here. Waiting for you. It was like that for the first month he had practice since you were gone. For a month like clockwork he would get two drinks from the vending machine and wait by the door of the gym every Wednesday and Friday, waiting for someone who wasn’t coming. He hadn’t realized at first just how much he was going to miss you.

Miss your voice, your smile, your teasing comments. How much he was going to miss being around you. There was one day he texted asking where you were because he was waiting. When you didn’t immediately respond he remembered that you weren’t there anymore. He sent a quick apology and shoved the device back into his pocket. He looked down at the two drinks in his hand and sighed. He needed to stop doing this. He needed to stop missing you so much.

There were days he would go through his photo gallery just so he could look at your face again. Remembering every detail. Wondering if you had changed much since he last saw you. There was a picture from the second week of school, you had forced him to take it.

“We have to commemorate the occasion! Come on! Smile!” He had begrudgingly smiled and leaned down a little bit to get into frame. You lifted your arm up and let out a small laugh at his face, he looked at you questioningly but you just shook your head. “Okay, 1..2..3!” Your finger pressing on the button and taking the photo. It hadn’t been a particularly memorable moment. Nothing special about the interaction except that it had been with you. Everything that had you in it was special to him. 

The shirt you got him for his birthday was still hanging up in his closet. You hadn’t been able to catch a flight home, he understood. You had called him at midnight (his time) to tell him happy birthday and then texted him again when it was midnight in your time. He had told you how silly it was but you had rebutted that you were just wishing him a happy birthday. 

“You already told me happy birthday idiot.” He huffed into the phone, you weren’t expecting him to call you but you can’t say it wasn’t a welcomed surprise.

“Yeah? And? I’m saying it again.”

“And I’m telling you that it’s stupid.”

“I told you happy birthday, what’s stupid about that.” It was clear to him now that you weren’t going to listen. Although, it should’ve been clear to him from the start that you wouldn’t listen. Once you had set your mind to something you were going to do it. Even if it meant staying up to all hours of the day just so your best friend could get birthday wishes twice over. 

You weren’t able to visit very often, mentioning how it would always hurt again when you left. That you would always miss home. Part of him wondered if you missed him. Everytime he sends you off at the airport all he can see is the first time he did it. 

He wonders if you ever think of your promises as often as he thinks of them.

“We should live together after high school,” it was mentioned offhandedly as the two of you walked home one Friday. He hummed in response but kept quiet for a moment. “It’d be much cheaper than trying to live on our own.”

“Like I would want to live with you,” he has teased. 

“Oh please.” You roll your eyes. “You love me.” You smiled back at him and it took everything in him at that moment not to tell you yes, I do love you thanks for finally noticing. He bit back the words.

“So, where are we living?”

“Tokyo, I do love the city.”

“Okay.” He complied easily and it wasn’t mentioned later when he sent you a link to an apartment in Tokyo for two. It wasn’t mentioned when you loved the message and sent him one back.

He passes by the complex sometimes on his morning runs. Someone else had understandably taken up living in that apartment. The apartment you had sent was still available though, like it was waiting for you to come back like he was. He stops every morning and looks at the windows. He can almost see with picture perfect clarity what living with you would’ve looked like. 

He can see the little cat sitting in the window, he can see the posters decorating every room. He can hear your laughter as you clean. Can see you dance while he cooks with you, can feel you put your hand on his shoulder to reach something. He can see the things that could’ve been, the things that should’ve been. He doesn’t have many regrets in life but he thinks this is one. He shouldn’t have let you go in that airport. Shouldn’t have stood there and watched you walk away from everything, from him.

He stands there everyday for fifteen minutes. And then, like clockwork after fifteen minutes he goes back to running and pretends like he hadn’t just imagined a whole life with you that had been at the tips of his fingers. The day someone moves into the apartment he stands there for twenty minutes. He watches the movers placing boxes down, watches as the young couple smiles and talks happily while hanging up posters. Watch as their cat jumps onto the window sill. Watch them live the life he wanted for himself. A life with you. 

 It had been an early flight because you wanted to sleep on the plane. You didn’t want to go alone so he had gotten up to go with you. He helped you with your bags, and had taken you to a cafe right by the airport to get some breakfast. 

“Thank you for doing this Tobio.” He nodded, not yet awake enough to have this conversation. Not trusting that he wouldn’t say something stupid. Something selfish. 

The two of you sat under the buzzing lights of the cafe, the store almost completely empty. They had just opened up and he was grateful because he’s not sure he would be able to have this moment if there were more people. If he could be as brave as he was being now. “Are you excited?” 

“And nervous. What if I’m not doing the right thing by leaving? What if I fall and can’t get back up?” 

“You’ll be fine.” He took a bite of his muffin, hoping to choke down the don’t go he could feel scratching its way up his throat. He watched with careful eyes as you pulled out chapstick and applied it. “If you fall I’ll be there to help you back up, don’t say such stupid things. I’ll always be here.” Maybe he could hope there was part of you that took his words for a deeper meaning. He would always be here, but you wouldn’t. He turned his head to look out the window at your table. The sun was just peeking its head over the horizon, just rising on this new chapter of your lives. A chapter without each other. 

“I’ll be here too…if you need me.” How was he supposed to tell you that he would always need you. That he needed you here with him, not off out there thousands of miles away. Because the fact was that you weren’t always going to be there. Be here. He couldn’t hold it against you. He could never. 

“We have to go,” he says abruptly and stands up from the table. You nod your head in silence and stand up, you wipe your hands on your pants and clear your throat. The two of you walk out of the cafe in silence, bags over shoulders and somberness taking over the moment. You going off was supposed to be exciting but how exciting could it be for him to lose someone he cared about so much. 

When you reached the airport he pulled you into a hug, he wasn’t the most affectionate person but today he would make an exception. He hugged you because what he really wanted to do was hold your face and kiss you. Beg you not to leave, to stay here. To stay with him. His heart yearned to keep you for himself. That maybe you didn’t want to go, maybe he could talk you out of it. If he could be selfish this one time that maybe he could be yours and you his. 

He liked to think that part of you wanted him to be selfish. That you wanted him to tell you not to leave, to ask you to stay. To say you were making a horrible decision. To tell you he would miss your walks home, your complaints about chapstick, that he would miss buying two drinks at the vending machine, that he would miss the way you said his name. How excited you always looked to see him. That he would miss you. But he wasn’t that selfish. He just hugged you close to him until you had to go, the two of you standing in silence of the surprisingly crowded airport. 

“Goodbye Tobio, take care of yourself.” Your voice hitched and he swears he could see tears in your eyes as you pulled away from his embrace. From him.

“Goodbye Y/N, I’ll take care of myself if you do too.” He hated how this moment should be happy, this moment where you were going to live your life. Be happy. Be happy. Be happy, he repeated to himself over and over and over as he watched your figure retreat from his view.  He’s not sure how long he stayed in that airport for, at least until the sun was high in the sky, all of a sudden. He had blinked and you were gone. He did however learn that he hates airports. And he wishes he could be more selfish. 

He went home that day and hid under his blankets. He pulled them over his head and he laid against the cold wall. The tears wouldn’t even fall from his eyes, they were stuck. He was stuck. He should be happy. He tries to remind himself. But how could he be? How could he possibly be happy when it felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. How could he be happy when he had to watch the person he loved walk away from him, away from everything that they said they were going to do. It was silly to promise to always be together, just like it was silly of him to imagine a life where you hadn’t left.

He would sometimes still find himself picturing it. If he had been selfish in that airport. What would have happened? Would you have smiled and told him he was an idiot for not telling you sooner? Would you have cried and told him that you were still leaving, that you had to leave. He likes to think you would stay. He could see it so clearly, like it was something that was in his grasp. That he could touch it. 

Everything would be the same only when you pulled away to tell him goodbye he wouldn’t tell you goodbye. He would hold you tighter and ask you to stay. To stay for him, to stay because he would miss you, to stay because he loved you, because he thinks about a life where you’re not there and he can’t see a happy one. He asks you to stay because you’re needed here, because he needs you. He reminds you of your promises, promises to stay with him. How you would smile and tell him he's silly, how you would kiss him.

Replies from you take weeks sometimes, he knows it’s not on purpose. That you’ll see messages and not have the energy to respond right away and then forget to respond all together. He keeps trying though. Keeps hoping that maybe if he keeps talking to you that it’ll be like you never left. 

He stops hoping when you don’t call at midnight to wish him happy birthday. When you only send him one text message at a random time telling him you got busy and you were so sorry you hadn’t had time to respond. You promise to do better when you find the time and tell him you hope he has a happy birthday. 

He’s not entirely sure why he fell in love. All he really knows is one day you stopped feeling like everyone else and started feeling like you were his whole world. You hadn’t even done anything particularly attractive by societal standards. One moment you were rambling about your favorite show and explaining the ending to him and the next his breath was getting caught in his throat. 

There wasn’t anything particularly special about the day, the weather was dull and unexciting. Filled with grey clouds but no rain. No sun, it hadn’t even been particularly windy or hot. He does remember feeling a chill but that didn’t have anything to do with the weather. One minute he was drinking yogurt and the next his eyes were widening and his cheeks were growing warm.

You had put your hand on his arm as you were getting to a big part of the plot. He looked down at your hand, how warm his sleeve now felt because of the touch. How cold his hands were becoming. Why did he feel so warm? Why did you look so pretty? Wait, what? Pretty? He had never thought about you like that before. Now that he was looking at you now though he had to agree. You were utterly sparkling. There never was anything quite like watching someone talk about something they loved.

“Oh, sorry. I was rambling.” You pull your hand away with a shy smile. He wanted to put it back where it was. Wanted to feel you again but he just shook his head.

“It’s okay, I liked it.” Your face lit up and he knew then and there that what he was feeling was love. He was in love with you. He would do anything to keep you smiling like that, keep you smiling at him. Maybe he should’ve told you at that moment. Maybe if he had, things would be much more different than how they currently were. 

You wouldn’t be on the other side of the world and he wouldn’t stop at an apartment to think about what he missed out on. 

He never did quite have the courage to tell you how he felt. There were plenty of messages he had typed. Many words dying at the tip of his tongue. Whenever you asked him what was wrong because he had gone quiet for too long he almost let the words tumble from his lips. The words fought at the back of his throat and tried to pry their way through tightened lips.

“Tobio?” You hummed on the other end of the phone. He had been quiet for a few minutes and you thought maybe he had fallen asleep. “Are you okay? Did you fall asleep?”

“I’m okay,” he said. What he had really wanted to say was. I miss you, when are you coming home? When are you coming back to me? I love you so much that I can’t think about anything but you. You’re always on my mind. I think about what would’ve happened in the airport if I had kissed you. Would you have let me kiss you? Please, let me kiss you. I need to hold you again. I miss you, I miss you so much. What he said instead was. “That apartment got rented.”

“The one by the train station?” You had remembered. The apartment by the train station with the pink walls from the previous tenants. The apartment with the window seat with a perfect place to put some plants in the window sill. The apartment you had pictured getting with him, where your cat would run around and pull at strings on your new couch. Where the cabinets would get squeaky from how many times you would open and close them because you forgot what you were looking for. The apartment that was fifteen minutes away from the gym where he would be going everyday to play with his team.

“Yeah, that one. Some couple bought it, they have a cat.” A couple that I pictured was us. That I pictured it was our cat sitting on the window sill. In our apartment.

“I hope they’re happy.” We could’ve been happy if I was braver. He just hums in agreement. “It’s late, I have to be there early. I paid to take some extra classes.” He wishes you would just come home. He wants to tell you everything, can feel the love bubbling up. Can feel it slowly creep its way past his lips.

“I,” he catches it before it goes too far and clears his throat. “I hope you enjoy them. Maybe you’ll gain some brain cells.” You laugh at the joke and if he closes his eyes it’s almost like you’re there again. 

“I’m not the one who needs brain cells, you are.” You let out another stifled laugh and he can feel a warm tear roll down his cheek. He wonders if you cry when you call him, if you miss him as much as he misses you. “Goodnight Tobio.”

“Goodnight.” I love you.

He doesn’t see you again until the Olympics. He’s sent you a few messages but both of you are busy in preparation. That doesn’t stop him from freezing when he sees you though. You look as beautiful as the day you left. His breath catches in his throat. Your hair is pulled into a ponytail, he briefly wonders if one of the other players carries extras for you like he did (does). When you turn your head and see him he almost falls to his knees. You’re smiling at him.

On slightly unsteady legs he makes his way over to you as you wave him over. “Tobio!” You call and he sincerely wishes he had been braver years ago. He’s missed this so much, missed you so much. 

“Y/N, how are you?” I miss you.

“Good. Got all my certifications now to be a trainer.” I grew apart from you. 

“That’s amazing.” Why couldn’t you have grown with me? Why couldn’t you have stayed?

“Hey, let’s catch up later, yeah? The team and I are a little jet lagged.” I have to leave again. I’m not here for you.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Just like the airport, he watches you walk away again. He doesn’t catch the glint of metal on your ring finger, nor the loving look you send one of the players. He just watches as you walk away from him again. If only he had been braver.

It’s after the second day that the two of you finally have time to see each other again. You find him in the cafeteria and sit down across from him. “Tobio! Let’s catch up?”

“Sure, what’s been going on lately?” Why haven’t you come home yet?

“Well, I got engaged.” You hold up your hand and show off the ring to him. He feels his world shatter again. He lets out a quiet laugh to himself. How could he have been so stupid as to think that you would come back for him. That was stupid of him. 

“Congrats.” Oh. That’s why you didn’t come home. He puts a hand over his mouth and another laugh slips past his lips.

“What’s so funny?” You ask and tilt your head and lean it on your palm for support. Are you laughing at me?

“I’m not laughing at you. Really. It’s just a funny situation.”

“Why?” Your voice is gentle.

“Because I really thought I was going to marry you. I would’ve if you had stuck around.” You feel your world shatter this time. 

“Is that what you were going to tell me the day I told you?” What could we have had?

“Yeah, I was going to tell you I loved you.” We could’ve had an apartment near the train station. Full of posters, a couch with strings coming off from our cat scratching at it. We could’ve had squeaky cabinets from your forgetfulness. We could’ve had dancing in the kitchen while we cook together and food fights because everything is a competition. We could’ve had matching rings on our fingers. We could’ve had us. 

“And the airport?” I’m sorry. We missed each other.

“I thought about kissing you. If you would’ve stayed if I had…Would you have let me kiss you?” How close was I to having everything I ever wanted? “I think I would’ve.” All you needed to do was be a little selfish.

also. In my head Y/N went to Argentina and got together with MY husband but you can picture her going anywhere

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[giuseppe-yuki]

I HAVE A THOUGHT oh btw it's the original wolf!reader anon who's also the anon that sent in the ask about the groupchat hehe ANYWAY BACK TO MY THOUGHT

Ollie's gf is a bear. But not just any bear - a bear CUB. Like she's just a little cub and everyone is like: OLLIE WHY DO U HAVE A CUTIE PIE WJFNEJFJEJJFJD

Paul Aron's gf is a bird that likes to nest in his hair because it's so fluffy

Going down the Prema pipeline now but like - Dino's gf is obsessed with dinosaurs and wishes with all her heart that she can turn into one... And then she finds out that she can turn into a komodo dragon. She goes: welp, that's the closest I'll get!!

I have so much more omg 😭 but yeah too shy to go off anon for now

helloooo wolf!reader anon! i'm always down to chat :)

my thoughts under the cut!

pictures credits from pinterest :)

that would be perfect for ollie's gf to be a bear cub. i imagine she's clingy like a bear cub too, and it would be common for her to just scamper towards ollie when she needs some love, and to crawl up his long legs. unfortunately, more often than not, ollie would end up with the legs of his sparco racesuits and sleeves of his alpinestars fireproofs accidentally ripped up from her long claws. not that he minded, though. he would just pick her up both of his hands and give her a big smooch on her nose. at first, the prema manager in charge of racesuit distribution would be pissed the constant ruined clothing, but like everyone else, she would fall into the loveable bear cub spell and then spoil ollie's gf rotten. ollie has not only protective boyfriend instincts, but also fierce momma bear-like traits too. god forbid someone tries to harm his girlfriend- they always seemed to have their balaclava's ripped up and radio headphones cords cut before a big race!

i like the idea that paul aron has a songbird!gf. many of the f2 drivers joke that paul is like a princess with a feathery friend, just like george russell and his deer. nevertheless, he takes pride when his gf flutters around his head, singing the most beautiful tunes, or when she nests in the fluffy blonde ringlets on his head. when the jokes go to far, he knows that she doesn't hesitate to dive bomb the offending person and attempt to peck at their eyeballs.

it's not a secret that dino's gf loved dinosaurs. her phone case and background are pics of dinosaurs (she makes sure that a polaroid of her boyfriend is visible from her phone case at all times, though), she takes great care in putting up dinosaur string lights around the driver's room, and she knows every line from jurassic park. hell, even her boyfriend's name is dino. when she found out her special ability, she was over the moon. komodo dragons were basically mini dinosaurs! when she went out in the paddock, some people might have found her scaly, amphibious outer layer scary, but dino loved every bit. when he had bit of spare time from racing, he made sure to research every page on google and read every book on komodo dragons from cover to cover to make sure he could best take care of of his gf when she shifted. in return, she used her scary nature (and toxic/venomous spit) to piss off irritating reporters or touchy fans.

not to worry! thanks for the thoughts :) i've seen other blogs do emoji anons, so if you feel comfortable, you can pick out an emoji to use as your signature so you don't have to repeat yourself every time you send in an ask! 💕

[spideyriki]

my love flowers for you

pairings: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

c. warnings: est. relationship, kissing, fluff, flower giving + lmk if i missed anything!

w. count: 1k+

a. note: something soft hehe, i used to part time at a flower shop and this is semi based on this lovely lady that was buying a bouquet for her boyfriend! when i asked her what was the occasion, she told me that she just really loves her boyfriend :((

it was late in the night and yet you were still hunched up over your desk, working late. this wasn't anything unusual, being the boss of a company this was unfortunately, your norm. though, these past few days, due to an upcoming event, you've been staying later than usual.

the sound of your phone vibrating snapped you out of your trance, your tired eyes finally leaving the blinding lights emitting off of your computer.

noticing the caller's contact, a small smile etched its way onto your face as you picked up the call.

"hi, baby", you spoke up gently.

sunghoon's whiny voice speaking, "y/n, when are you coming home?", the smile on your face widening as you could practically envision the pout on his face.

you let out a quiet laugh at the sound of your baby sulking, "i'll be home shortly, yeah? have you had dinner?", a few moments passed by as you continued to entertain your boyfriend's antics before finally bidding him off.

as you quickly resume what your were doing, you finally noted your work satisfactory and packed up your things to head home. stretching out your tight muscles after hours of your horrendous posture, you sleeve on your bag and make your way to the lift.

the elevator bell dings and you walk out, making your way to your car which was waiting for you upfront. however, the sound of your heels come to a halt as something catches your attention from the corner of your eye.

subconsciously, your feet carry you to the flower shop in your office lobby that was still open. the big bright colourful flowers, looked absolutely beautiful. though, one particular flower catches your attention. sunghoon's favourite.

"madam y/n, how may i help you?", the florist hurriedly coming to assist you.

your eyes scan through all the flowers again, the array was so full and you just needed all of them for sunghoon.

"could you wrap me up a bouquet with all the flowers please? whatever you deem looks best", you voice out.

the young girl makes quick work of assembling the bouquet. an array of pinks, reds and whites alongside hints of green and lilac, coming together to form an absolutely perfect arrangement. you recognised some of the flowers, not a huge flower geek but enough to get by, as long as sunghoon liked them.

not even 10 minutes later, the florist presents you with a beautiful large bouquet. the flowers wrapped in a sleek white paper, bringing out the vibrant flowers.

"thank you, darling. charge it to my tab, and get yourself something nice too", you slide a 100 dollar note into her hand before striding to your car, the large bouquet hauled in your arms.

after a short journey, you were finally home. as you walked through the door, you called out for sunghoon but you didn't get an answer. sliding off your shoes and making your way to the living room, the view of sunghoon sleeping on the sofa greets you, as a show plays in the background.

a warm feeling swells in your chest, the thought of your sleepy boyfriend trying to stay up for you fluttering your heart. you quietly crouch down infront of sunghoon, admiring your sweet boy and how peaceful he looks. slowly, one hand reaches up to run through sunghoon's hair as the other holds the bouquet as you begin to wake him.

"sunghoon", you soft voice quietly calls out to him, attempting to wake him but to no avail.

"baby", you try again louder, sunghoon's body finally stirring slightly. your fingers run through his hair once again, ridding the strands that have fallen over his eyes.

seconds later, sunghoon's eyes finally blink open, meeting yours. his sweet smile instantly brightens up the rather dark living room. the television being the only source of light.

before you get the chance to say anything, sunghoon's arms pull at your neck, his arms circling you as he tries to embrace you. due to you being crouched over, it's a little awkward but you still bring up your free hand as an attempt to hug sunghoon back, your lips pressed a quick kiss to his warm cheek. sunghoon releases you shortly to sit on the couch properly, making space for him to cuddle up to you.

as you stand up, only then does the bouquet come into his view. his big eyes look up at you curiously, as the flowers are presented to him.

"for you, baby.",

even in the darkened room, you noticed how sunghoon's cheeks dusted a pretty red, awfully similar to the shade of one of the flowers in his bouquet, as his fingers reach up to shyly accept the gift, an equally shy smile adorning his face.

"thank you, y/n. they're so beautiful.", sunghoon purrs.

his eyes scan over the bouquet, you notice every pleased twitch in his expression as he takes in the details of the arrangement, before he lets out a small gasp.

"y/n, red camellias!", his tone raising up an octave in pure joy, his little fangs coming into view as his smile widens.

he sets the flowers down gently before quickly pulling you down onto the couch next to him, climbing up on you. his legs straddling your lap, as his arms circle around you tightly.

"thank you", sunghoon whispers into your ear.

your hands travel to the small of his back, stroking him tenderly, happy to be in your lover's warm embrace after your long stressful day. a comfortable silence fills the room as sunghoon's head nuzzles into the crevice of your neck, your arms holding each other tightly.

"what's the occasion?", sunghoon breaks the silence.

"hm? just because",

a moment passes before sunghoon pulls away from your neck. his eyes gazing into yours beyond lovingly, an expression you can't quite decipher. despite the darkness of the room, his disheveled hair, the old worn out spiderman tshirt (which is actually yours) he's wearing, sunghoon still manages to take away your breath with just a simple look in his eyes.

his lips crash straight into yours, your eyes fluttering close as he kisses you, your hands rubbing soothing circles on his hipbones. so many lovely emotions pouring out from the both of you as your lips danced together in unison. nothing rushed, nothing intense, just a kiss of pure love and affection shared between two lovers.

you realised, you would do anything to find all the red camellias in the world for sunghoon.

©spideyriki 🍉

[esmerulia-chantelle]

5 + 1 : Fluster

Summary: 5 times you (unconsciously) fluster Azul and the one time he (intentionally) flusters you back.

Notes: Suggestive themes. Established relationship. Azul calls you sweetheart. Reader is implied to be smaller than Azul (just for that one part about clothes).

A/N: I remember I was thinking about my persona and Azul's dynamic when I made this >/////<

A repost from my old blog @escha-evenstar. Edited.

Fives Times You (Unconsciously) Fluster Azul

Complimenting him sincerely

"Wow! I know you're a farsighted thinker but I'm still impressed you thought that far ahead. You're really amazing, Azul!" You said gleefully as you complimented your boyfriend.

He cleared his throat as he adjusted the glasses perched on his nose. It was but a failed attempt to hide the pink blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Well, it is to be expected, sweetheart. After all, preparation is the key to ensure success. And I won't tolerate any sort of failure, not as long as I am here."

You giggled at him. "Hehe~ I really admire that about you. I'm so lucky to have met you, Azul. You're just so clever and hardworking! Not to mention you look very attractive, both in human form and merform if I might add. Also..."

Somehow, you ended up saying a lot of things about him as you continued to sing genuine praises, unaware that Azul's face was turning a deeper shade of crimson for each compliment that come out of your mouth.

"Ah! Your face is red! Are you okay?"

No, I am not.

Not after you said all those things about him. He was a blushing mess.

Saying "I love you" unexpectedly

Azul was having a pleasant conversation with you as you strolled around town on your date. You soon found a bench that was shaded under a tree and decided to take a rest from walking. He was in the middle of talking about something when you suddenly interrupted.

"Zul, can I just.. say something?"

"Of course. Do you also have comments about the food? I personally think-"

"I love you," you said with complete love and adoration in your eyes.

Azul blinked at you. A second passed before his face blushed a bright crimson hue.

"I—" He moved his hand to cover part of his flushed face.

He cleared his throat before responding to you shyly. "I love you too, sweetheart."

How could you say that out of nowhere? And with such an expression too?

Azul felt his heart might just burst out of his chest.

Sending him a picture with him on your mind

Azul was sorting through some papers and shipments at the Mostro Lounge when he heard his phone buzz repeatedly with a customized ringtone, indicating it was you. He immediately stopped working to check his phone.

3 Notifications?

He opened his messenger app, seeing you at the top with your nickname "Sweetheart" beside your profile picture, and began reading through your messages.

Sweetheart: Zuuuuul~ 🥰

Sweetheart: Hi hi! Hope you're doing okay there. Remember not to overwork yourself.

Sweetheart: We're strolling by the beach right now. It's such a beautiful day for a walk!

You were currently hanging out with your friends. Azul would have loved to join you but needed to finish some work first. He saw three dots on the speech bubble, meaning you were typing another message.

Sweetheart: Look!

Sweetheart has sent an attachment.

Upon clicking on the file, Azul felt his heart beat faster and his face flushing slightly. It was a selfie of you showing the beach as your background. Your hair flowed gently with the breeze. Your skin glowing with the sun cascading over it. Your eyes shining bright like gemstones. And your smile as lovely as ever.

Absolutely breathtaking.

Sweetheart: Wish you were here with me. I miss youuuu~ 🩷🩷🩷

He instantly saved the photo of you, storing it inside a private album on his phone filled with dozens of pictures of you, before typing a reply.

Looking at the album, Azul felt himself blush some more from how you always think about him wherever you were.

How lucky he was to have that privilege.

Giving him a surprise kiss

"Here's your tea! Time for a break, Azul," you said as you poured him a cup and set down the fancy saucer with matching teacup on his desk.

Azul, however, was still scribbling on the contract laid in front of him. "Thank you, sweetheart. Let me just finish this last one."

You were pouring another cup of tea for yourself when you remembered something.

"Ah! I was supposed to bring in some biscuits too. Let me just get them." You were on your way to the door when Azul asked you to pass him a file, saying he just needed to check something. You grabbed the folder and gave it to him.

"Here you go! When I get back, I hope to see you're finished with that and taking your break," you pouted.

Azul chuckled at your cute face. "But of course, sweetheart. Anything for you," he said, which made you smile.

"Hehe~ Yey! I'll go get the biscuits now."

Azul thought you would leave after that, but he noticed how you inched even closer to him, and suddenly your lips were on his face, right on top of his beauty mark.

A pinkish hue dusted his cheeks and the tips of his ear.

It felt like an eternity before you pulled back and walked out of the room, saying, "I'll be back!"

He heard the door close, and his hand suddenly lost its grip on the fishbone pen he was using.

He might just take his break right now.

Wearing his clothes

After a busy day at the lounge, Azul was glad to finish early and finally retire to his quarters for the night. He turned the handle on the door open as he called out to you. "Sweetheart?"

He was expecting you to be there, sitting on his bed, patiently waiting for him as usual, before eagerly getting off the bed and rushing to greet him with a kiss and a hug.

But you weren't.

There was no hug. No kisses. No you.

His eyes searched around the room before settling to the bathroom. Azul heard the door click as it slowly opened.

"Sweetheart! There you-”" His sentence was cut off as his eyes widened upon seeing your form.

There you were, wearing his white dress shirt. His piece of clothing looked like a short dress on your body. A few buttons on top were undone, exposing some skin.

Azul doesn't normally curse, but—

F*ck.

He feels the heat rise on his cheeks rapidly as he gazed at you. Stunned.

"Oh! Azul! I.. wasn't expecting you back yet." Your face show you were startled at seeing him.

At closer inspection, Azul noticed you were wearing purple eyeliner like he was. He couldn't help but continue to stare in astonishment.

"Uhm.. surprise?" You let out a soft chuckle as you brushed your hair behind your ear. "I wanted to dress up like you and wear your clothes as a surprise, but it seems I wasn't able to finish."

Azul was as still as a statue that sank to the bottom of the sea. His blue eyes never leaving your form and his face blushing an even brighter red the longer he stared.

"Zul?" You asked softly upon not hearing a response, head tilting to the side.

His mind was blank except for a single thought.

How are you so cute and sexy at the same time?

...and the One Time He (Intentionally) Flusters You Back

You and Azul were lying down on the bed, each doing your own thing. Although no words were said, you were basked in comfortable silence. However, you were completely unaware of the scheming thoughts of your lover.

While lying on your side and playing games with your phone, you suddenly felt arms wrap around you from behind.

"Sweetheart~"

You instantly shut your phone's screen off, placed it to the side, before turning around to face him. "Finished with work for today?"

"Mhm. I just.. have something in mind. Do you remember when I said that what's mine is yours?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"And you know Ashengrotto is my surname, right?" He asked, to which you nodded with a hum.

"Then that means my surname is yours too, isn't it? Y/N Ashengrotto does have a nice ring to it," he said with a teasing grin.

You felt your face heat up as you blushed.

"W-well.. uhm.. that does sound nice.. but, we're not.. married yet," you said nervously as you felt flustered from his words.

"Yet. Yet is the keyword, sweetheart," he said while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Maybe not now, but we're bound to marry eventually. Maybe I should talk to someone and have your name changed so you could start getting used to it. Hm?" He was looking more smug by the second. Deviously but attractively smug.

"Azul! You're teasing me again." You covered your face with both hands feeling embarrassed.

I must look completely red by now.

"Aw. Don't hide your beautiful face from me, sweetheart," he said as he grabbed both of your wrists with a single hand, exposing your flushed face. "Besides, you know I'm only speaking the truth." He moved your hand closer to his lips and gave the ring on your ring finger a kiss while looking directly into your eyes.

Could I possibly be any redder than now?

You immediately turned your body to face the other way.

"It's bedtime now! You should sleep! I love you! Night night!" You said your words so quickly that Azul almost didn't pick it up. You only heard him chuckle behind you, but he didn't seem to have any plans of teasing you further.

Or, so you thought.

He wrapped an arm around your waist before muttering close to your ear. "It's too early for bedtime, sweetheart." He gave the sensitive skin behind your ear a gentle kiss and slowly trailed his soft lips down to your neck, before giving it a rough bite and sucking hard on your skin.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he marked you with a love bite.

"Did that feel good, sweetheart?" Azul asked huskily.

You only nodded in response with your face flushed pink. Azul saw this and let out a low chuckle.

"You look so cute like that. Let's see if I can make you blush some more, hm?" He teased as he continued kissing and nipping around your neck. "And don't forget to make those sweet noises for me too."

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[thedensworld]

Rewind Button | J.Ww

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader

Genre: angst, time travel, bestfriend

Summary: If Wonwoo had a time machine, he would definitely go to crash your wedding.

Warning: mention of arranged marriage, sexual abused, suicidal activity, depression.

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY! COMMENT YOUR WISH FOR ME HEHE🙈🙈

***

Wonwoo stirred from his sleep, disoriented and bewildered by his unfamiliar surroundings. He glanced around, his eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains of his old apartment studio. Confusion clouded his mind as he realized he should be gearing up for an action scene shoot in just ten minutes, yet here he was, inexplicably back in his past.

Memories flooded back as he recalled the sensation of being in his car, the soft melodies of music playing in the background. But why was he here now?

Before he could fully process his confusion, the shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence, jolting him from his thoughts. With trembling hands, he reached for the device, his heart pounding with trepidation as he saw the caller ID: Mingyu.

It had been nearly five years since they last spoke, and the sudden call from his old friend only added to the surrealness of the moment. Wonwoo's mind raced with questions, his emotions a turbulent whirlwind as he hesitated before answering, unsure of what awaited him on the other end of the line.

"Hello," Wonwoo's hoarse voice greeted Mingyu, his mind still reeling from the surreal experience of being transported back in time.

A rush of urgency flooded through the phone line, Mingyu's voice filled with frantic energy. "Hyung! Where are you?! The ceremony will start in 2 hours!"

Wonwoo blinked in disbelief as memories of this very conversation, this same heated exchange with Mingyu, flooded his mind. It was a moment from the past, long gone, yet here he was, reliving it once again. Why was he experiencing this déjà vu?

"Hold on, Mingyu," Wonwoo managed to utter, struggling to process the situation unfolding before him.

"Hyung! Are you listening to me?" Mingyu's voice cut through Wonwoo's thoughts, pulling him back to the present moment.

"I'll be there," Wonwoo murmured softly before ending the call, his mind swirling with confusion and disbelief. As he hung up, a sense of unease settled over him, leaving him grappling with the inexplicable phenomenon that had just occurred.

As Wonwoo's mind raced, replaying the moments leading up to his unexpected reunion with you, his heart pounded with a mixture of apprehension and longing. He wasn't accustomed to making requests or wishing for things, always content to be the grateful, considerate person others admired. But tonight, as he lay in bed, his silent plea had been answered, thrusting him into a whirlwind of emotions.

Meeting you again after five long years, on the set of his latest film where you were cast as a cameo, had ignited a torrent of memories and regrets within him. The scene played out in his mind like a haunting film, your presence stirring feelings he had buried deep within himself.

As you both discussed the upcoming scene, the unspoken tension between you hung heavy in the air, overshadowing the easy camaraderie you once shared. Wonwoo couldn't help but notice the bruises hidden beneath your hair and sleeves, a stark contrast to the vibrant spirit he remembered from your past encounters.

When he finally mustered the courage to approach you in private, your first question pierced through his defenses like a dagger to the heart. "Why didn't you come to my wedding?" you asked, your voice calm but laden with disappointment.

Wonwoo was rendered speechless, his throat constricting with guilt and regret. He had never prepared himself for this moment, never anticipated facing you again under such circumstances.

"I read your letter, and I was so disappointed you didn't come," you continued, mentioning the drunken confession he had penned before your wedding day, a stupid letter.

"Mingyu too, he felt the same about our friendship," you added, invoking the name of their mutual friend.

Unable to meet your gaze, Wonwoo could only mutter a feeble apology, his fingers fidgeting nervously.

But when you rolled up your sleeves, revealing the bruises marring your skin, his heart shattered into a million pieces. He longed to reach out, to offer comfort and solace, but fear held him back, afraid that even the slightest touch would break you further.

"Did Mingyu know about this?" Wonwoo finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded solemnly, confirming his worst fears. "But he couldn't do anything," you confessed, your words heavy with resignation.

Silence enveloped them both as Wonwoo struggled to process the weight of your words, the guilt and helplessness threatening to suffocate him.

"I was waiting for you," you whispered, the memory of your wedding day haunting your expression. "Since you promised."

Your laughter, tinged with bitterness, echoed in the cramped confines of the van, and Wonwoo felt his heart shatter all over again. "But you never came."

*

Wonwoo, dressed in his usual attire, rushed to the venue of your wedding ceremony, his mind spinning with confusion and urgency. Was this all just a dream, or had he truly been thrown back in time as he had desperately wished for earlier?

Mingyu's surprise was evident as he greeted Wonwoo, his eyes scanning his friend's unconventional choice of outfit – a black hoodie and baggy faded denim pants. Wonwoo's appearance, fresh only from a quick face wash, stood in stark contrast to the formal attire expected for such an occasion.

"Why are you dressed like this? Today is a special day!" Mingyu exclaimed, his concern evident in his voice as he pulled Wonwoo aside, shielding him from prying eyes.

Wonwoo blinked rapidly, unsure of how to explain his sudden appearance and disheveled state. If he were to tell Mingyu the truth – that he had traveled from the future to prevent you from suffering in an abusive marriage – he knew his friend would dismiss it as absurd.

"I need to meet Y/n," Wonwoo replied impatiently, his sense of urgency overriding any concern for social norms or propriety.

Mingyu furrowed his brows, his hand resting reassuringly on Wonwoo's shoulder. "We talked about this, man. You said you'd give up on her."

Wonwoo's heart clenched at the memory of his previous conversation with Mingyu, where he had resigned himself to letting you go. "Yeah, I know," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret.

"But I changed my mind. I can't let her go," Wonwoo confessed, his determination shining through despite the obstacles ahead.

Mingyu sighed, realizing the gravity of Wonwoo's intentions. "Isn't it too late? You know her husband is someone with power," he cautioned, his concern for both Wonwoo and you evident in his words.

"I promised her that I'd come today, help her cancel the wedding," Wonwoo explained earnestly, his gaze unwavering as he met Mingyu's widened eyes.

"No way! You know what would happen to both of you," Mingyu protested vehemently, his concern for their reputations and public image overriding any sense of recklessness.

Wonwoo took a deep breath, steeling himself before dropping a bombshell on Kim Mingyu. "She's pregnant with mine," he stated firmly, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.

Mingyu gasped in disbelief, his eyes widening in shock. "What?!" he exclaimed, unable to comprehend the gravity of Wonwoo's revelation.

Wonwoo nodded, his expression solemn as he tried to convey the truth of his words to Mingyu. "I'll explain everything later, but right now, I need to meet her," he insisted, his voice tinged with urgency and determination.

As the weight of Wonwoo's revelation sank in, Mingyu could only nod in reluctant understanding, realizing that his friend's resolve was unshakeable. Together, they stood on the precipice of a decision that could change the course of your lives forever.

*

"When he found out i was pregnant with other man, he practically almost murdering me everyday. He made sure that i was suffering and i ended up losing the baby. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you poured out the painful truth, revealing for the first time to Wonwoo that you had been carrying his child. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, each syllable laden with the agony of your suffering.

Wonwoo held you tightly in his embrace, his heart breaking as he realized the extent of your torment. Guilt gnawed at him relentlessly, a relentless onslaught of remorse for his past actions. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the weight of his cowardice – the cowardice that had cost him your love and the life of his own child.

In that moment, he saw himself for what he truly was: a coward who had let fear dictate his every move. He had been too afraid to pursue a relationship with you, convinced that you were too perfect, too good for someone like him. And in his cowardice, he had stood by while you suffered unimaginable horrors at the hands of your husband.

As you spoke of the threats and abuse you endured, Wonwoo's heart shattered into a million pieces. The thought of you enduring such torment while he remained silent filled him with a profound sense of shame and regret.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I should have protected you. I should have been there for you."

But your confession only deepened his anguish, as you revealed the depths of your despair. "But I'm so tired," you admitted, your voice trembling with exhaustion. "Every day feels like hell, and I just want to die."

Wonwoo's heart clenched at your words, the pain in your voice echoing the turmoil in his soul. He vowed in that moment to do whatever it took to save you, to break free from the shackles of his own cowardice and finally stand by your side. For he knew now, more than ever, that he could not bear to lose you again.

A week later, news of your attempted suicide rocked Wonwoo to his core. As he stood in the hospital corridor, waiting anxiously for any update on your condition, the weight of his guilt threatened to crush him. The letter found at the scene revealed the depths of your suffering, documenting the abuse you endured at the hands of your husband.

Finally, after five long years, Wonwoo came face to face with Mingyu in the hospital aisle. Mingyu's eyes held a silent accusation, and Wonwoo couldn't bring himself to meet his friend's gaze. He bowed his head in shame, unable to deny the wrongs he had committed.

But to Wonwoo's surprise, Mingyu's arms enveloped him in a tight embrace, his own tears mingling with Wonwoo's. "Hyung... She'll be alright, right?" Mingyu choked out between sobs, his voice thick with worry and fear.

Wonwoo wished desperately that he could offer Mingyu reassurance, to tell him that you would indeed be alright. But the truth weighed heavily on his conscience, threatening to suffocate him. He longed to confess that everything that had transpired was just a dream, that you were safe and alive, and that you belonged to him. But his fear held him back, sealing his lips shut once again.

As the situation began to calm, Mingyu turned to Wonwoo, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "Did she tell you?" he asked, his voice tinged with resignation.

Wonwoo nodded silently, his heart heavy with remorse.

Mingyu sighed, his gaze drifting towards the room where you were being tended to by medical staff. "I just hope that asshole didn't use his money to free himself," he growled in anger, his fists clenched in frustration at the thought of your abusive husband escaping justice.

"For these five years, she's suffered a lot," Mingyu continued, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I want to help her, but there's nothing I can do besides offering emotional support."

He paused, his expression pained as he revealed the truth behind your intentions to reconnect with Wonwoo. "She told me that she was going to meet you for a shoot. She actually just wanted to be friends again. There was no intention of telling you the whole situation. But I forced her."

Mingyu's words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of Wonwoo's actions and the pain he had caused. As he listened to his friend's words, Wonwoo felt a surge of remorse wash over him, knowing that he had hurt not only you but also those who cared for you deeply.

*

Mingyu accompanied Wonwoo as they approached your room, his hand gesturing for Wonwoo to enter and have a conversation with you. Wonwoo, visibly nervous, stepped into the room, scanning the space until his eyes fell upon you sitting on the couch. However, instead of your usual charm and charisma, he noticed a subdued air about you. Nevertheless, your face lit up when you saw him, and you rose from your seat.

As Wonwoo rushed towards you, pulling you into his embrace, you felt a mix of surprise and comfort flood through you. "Let's take you out of here," he whispered urgently, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze.

Your eyes widened, a hint of fear flickering across them. "But I can't," you protested, your voice trembling. "He's not just a random person, Wonwoo! He would sue us."

Wonwoo shook his head, determination etched into his features. "We confront him," he insisted, his voice firm yet reassuring. "And tell him the truth." His words carried a sense of resolve, offering you a glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty.

Tears welled up in your eyes, reflecting the turmoil within you. "But what about our careers?" you choked out, your voice thick with emotion. "We're going to be doomed after this... Think about yourself, Wonwoo!" You pleaded, trying to shake him out of his determination.

Wonwoo held your shoulders firmly, his gaze unwavering. "In another universe, I was selfish," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "But I ended up losing our friendship, losing Mingyu. I ended up losing you..." His words hung heavy in the air, carrying the weight of past mistakes and missed opportunities.

Confusion furrowed your brow as you searched his eyes for understanding. "What are you talking about?" you asked, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Wonwoo's grip on your arm tightened, his resolve unyielding. "We don't have much time," he urged, his voice urgent. "Let's go to the groom."

Quickly, Wonwoo waited for you to change into comfortable clothes, both of you donning masks and hats to conceal your identities. With Mingyu's help, you found the groom, who was engrossed in conversation with guests. Mingyu motioned for both Wonwoo and you to retreat to a private area before confronting him.

The groom's surprise was evident as he laid eyes on you standing outside your room without your bridal gown. Before he could react, Mingyu and Wonwoo restrained him. Wonwoo realized the groom had no control over himself; he wasn't your husband yet.

"Let's stop the wedding," Wonwoo declared, his voice firm as he initiated the discussion. The furrowed expression on the groom's face spoke volumes about his response.

But before he could utter a word, Wonwoo dropped the bombshell. "She's pregnant with my child. We've been having an affair even before you entered the picture." The groom's composure shattered, his anger palpable.

"What does it mean, Y/n? We discussed this already."

As the groom moved towards you, Wonwoo and Mingyu intervened, shielding you from harm. Wonwoo signaled for Mingyu to escort you to his car while he dealt with the groom.

With an imposing presence, Wonwoo approached the groom, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the groom's agitation. "Y/n will pass away five years from now," Wonwoo revealed, his words laced with a solemn warning. "And you'll be behind bars for abusing and murdering her. I know your violent tendencies with women, so don't come near us unless you want the media to know."

Enraged, the groom grabbed Wonwoo's clothes, but Wonwoo effortlessly freed himself, straightening his attire. "I'm from the future," he declared, his voice steady. "We could stand here all day discussing your future, but let's prevent it by canceling this wedding."

*

Dear Yoon Y/n,

It's your friend, Jeon Wonwoo. I want to start by apologizing for my absence after that night. I couldn't bring myself to face you because everything changed between us. I no longer saw you as just a friend.

To be honest, it's been a long time since I've seen you that way. You've become more than a friend to me; you're a woman. I confided my feelings for you to Mingyu, and when I admitted I liked you, he punched me. Yet, he confessed he saw it coming.

For a fleeting moment after that night in your apartment, I was happy. I knew we were both intoxicated, but I didn't regret a thing. Yet, I couldn't shake the uncertainty of whether you felt the same way about me. Did you feel the same love as I did for you?

Today, I received your wedding invitation, and I couldn't muster the courage to confront you in person about how much I love you. Mingyu mentioned it was an arranged marriage, which gave me a sliver of hope that you might not love him. But at the end of the day, he'll be the one who owns you, right?

I want to be him. I want to be him so badly. If I were to attend your wedding and ask for your love, would you want to run away with me?

If your answer is yes, then I promise to be there.

With all my love,

Wonwoo

*

Wonwoo sat beside Mingyu, the weight of grief heavy in the air after attending your funeral. Mingyu handed him a book, your diary, a crucial piece of evidence detailing the abuse you suffered at the hands of your husband. Wonwoo's fingers traced over the cover, feeling the weight of your words within.

As he flipped through the pages, his heart clenched at the entry describing the morning of your wedding day, when you discovered your pregnancy. "She must have been waiting for me," Wonwoo thought, his throat tight with emotion.

Each word in your diary painted a vivid picture of your pain and suffering. Wonwoo read with tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling every pang in his chest as he absorbed the honesty and rawness of your emotions.

The diary was a testament to the strength you had to endure such torment, and Wonwoo couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a mixture of sadness, anger, and admiration for you. It was a journey through your deepest struggles, and Wonwoo vowed silently to ensure that justice would be served for you, no matter the cost.

"Gyungmo raped me that night. He wanted to kill my baby." Wonwoo closed the book, barely able to continue it.

Anger, guilt, and regret crashed over Wonwoo like a relentless tsunami. Jung Gyungmo, the source of your suffering, must pay for his atrocities, Wonwoo thought, his fists clenched with fury.

"We hadn't spoken for months after her wedding," Wonwoo recounted to Mingyu, his voice heavy with remorse. "But she called me in the dead of night, desperate for help. Her husband was nowhere to be found when I arrived. She was barely holding on, her body weak, blood staining her legs."

Mingyu turned to face Wonwoo, his expression mirroring the sorrow etched in his friend's features. "She was five months pregnant, enduring unimaginable stress and abuse," Mingyu explained, his voice cracking with emotion. "And she lost your... your baby."

Wonwoo's heart shattered into a million pieces as the weight of your pain crashed down upon him. The realization that he could have done more, should have been there for you, gnawed at his soul like a relentless beast. The guilt and anguish threatened to consume him whole as he grappled with the cruel reality of your suffering.

Mingyu's voice trembled as he struggled to continue speaking, the weight of your absence crushing his heart freshly from your recent funeral. Tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably, his grief pouring out in waves. Despite his own pain, he reached out to Wonwoo, his arms wrapping around his best friend in a tight embrace, seeking solace in their shared sorrow.

"It's not your fault," Mingyu whispered, trying to offer some comfort amidst the overwhelming anguish.

But Wonwoo's voice quivered with guilt as he choked out his words, his tears mingling with Mingyu's. "This is my fault!"

Mingyu shook his head vigorously, refusing to let Wonwoo bear the burden alone. "No, hyung," he insisted, his own anguish evident in his voice.

"If only I had intervened at her wedding, if only I had stopped everything, she would still be with us! She wouldn't—" Wonwoo's words dissolved into sobs, his pain too raw to articulate.

Mingyu nodded in solemn agreement, his own grief consuming him. "Me too, hyung," he confessed, his voice thick with sorrow.

"If only I could turn back time, I would stop the wedding in a heartbeat."

If only...

The words hung heavy in the air, a bitter reminder of the irreversible tragedy that had befallen them all.

[daydreamingyuta]

Jaehyun x reader request? Hehe

One where jaehyun x reader are together but 127 doesn’t know & one day, y/n visits them on set and happens to stare shirtless Johnny down as a joke and have a laugh with him but bf jaehyun misunderstood, getting jealous and accidentally reveals their relationship to them? (Does this make sense, I’m like typing whatever is in my head haha!)

My Girl | Jaehyun

summary: fluff, you're in a secret relationship with Jaehyun and you jokingly decide to make him jealous while visiting him on set which leads to everyone finding out about you're relationship. wc: 1,297 a/n: thank you for sending in this request! when I tell you I had so much fun writing this... I was literally giggling lol I hope you enjoy it <3

“Are your eyes closed?” Jaehyun asks, carrying in two mugs of hot chocolate to the living room where you’re sitting. You nod your head, excited to see what your surprise was going to be this time. You hear the mugs clink against the coffee table as he sets them down and then gives you permission to open your eyes where you see the delicious drinks he made. 

“I can’t remember the last time I had hot chocolate!” You say, picking one up and blowing on it before taking a sip. You hum in delight as Jaehyun takes a sip as well. You both weren’t planning on seeing each other tonight, but since all the members were out of the apartment, you decided to take advantage of this precious time. Not that you minded the other members, you loved them actually, but you and Jaehyun had decided to keep your new relationship a secret for the time being. You had been friends for years and didn’t feel ready to be all ‘coupley’ in front of the boys just yet. 

“I can put on a movie if you want?” Jaehyun asks and you nod your head in agreement. You honestly didn’t care what you two did though , you just adored getting to spend alone time with him.

A movie plays in the background as you two enjoy the hot chocolates. Once your drinks were gone, you found yourself tangled up together on the couch. At some point Jaehyun decided that playing with your hand was much more entertaining than watching the film. He intertwined your fingers with his and brought your hand to his lips, pressing sweet kisses all over. 

“Hey.” He says, quietly looking over at you, gently squeezing your hand. 

“Hey.” You say, matching his tone, squeezing back. 

“We’re filming some more of our music video tomorrow. You wanna come visit me on set?” The sweet smile on his face makes you want to say yes, but then you think about how it might look to the other boys. It was like Jaehyun had read your mind and assured you that it wouldn't look suspicious at all. “You’ve visited us on set before, baby.” 

“Yeah, I know but that was before…”

“Before…” He scoots closer to you and brings his lips to your ear. “Before I made you my girl?” You coil in response to his breath tickling your neck, a big smile plastered on your face. You’re too flustered to respond, but his question doesn’t need one anyways. “Please come.” He says, moving back slightly so he can look at you with pleading eyes. 

“Ok, I’ll come.” You say, but barely get the words out before he presses his lips onto yours in a kiss of appreciation. 

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You juggle your phone and a water bottle in one hand and flowers in the other. You had actually been to this set before, so you knew where the entrance was, but Jaehyun had asked his manager to show you the way anyway. Walking down the long hallway, you hear loud music coming from the end of the hall, which tells you they’re most likely in the middle of filming. 

“Are we allowed to enter while they’re filming?” You ask his manager and he assures you that it’s fine. “The door isn’t within shot of the camera.” 

You feel butterflies all of a sudden in your stomach. For some reason you just felt like as soon as you walk in there, everyone’s going to know that you’re in a relationship with Jaehyun, even though that thought was completely ridiculous. 

Since they’re in the middle of filming a scene, you walked over with his manager to a good spot where you could see the boys, while staying out of the way. Your eyes didn’t leave Jaehyun as he sang along to the lyrics. You had hoped he would be wearing a suit that he always seemed to end up in in every music video, and he was, looking as handsome as ever. It was hard to gauge exactly what the music video concept was just from this one set, but they all looked amazing. You always loved it when they changed hair colors which is what Mark and Yuta had done. 

You heard the director yell cut and Jaehyun, Doyoung, and Yuta made eye contact with you noticing your presence at the same time. You give them a smile as they walk over towards you.

You were about to give the flowers to Jaehyun, but got a little anxious about your whole secret relationship status, so you end up thrusting the bouquet into Yuta’s hands a little harsher than what you intended.

“Thank you for the flowers y/n, I didn’t know you were coming.” Yuta says, surprised. 

You share a quick knowing smile with Jaehyun as you explain (lie) that you didn’t have anything to do today and you wanted to see them. As you’re all talking, makeup artists come up and do some touch ups, taking you away from the three boys. You stand there awkwardly for a few seconds before your eyes meet a shirtless Johnny. You were going to look away immediately, but two things were stopping you. One, Johnny always loved getting attention from you. And two, you could feel Jaehyun's eyes on you and your toxic trait was that you loved making him a little jealous every now and then. 

You let your eyes linger on Johnny for a few moments as he tilts his head teasingly at you as Jaehyun watches the whole exchange. Johnny walks over to you, flexing his muscles jokingly on the way. 

“Y/n, you know my poor heart can’t handle you staring at me like that.” You both laugh at his ridiculous statement, knowing that you could never be anything more than friends. 

Jaehyun waits until the makeup artist is finished doing his finishing touches before he walks over to you and grabs your arm, pulling you away. Of course, this was a confusing sight to see for the boys, so all heads turned to you two.  

“Jaehyun, what’s wrong? Y/n can stare at whoever she wants.” Johnny yells but in a joking manner.

“No, my girl should only be staring at me.” Jaehyun yells back. A little bit of a childish remark, but jaehyun could never properly think straight when he was feeling jealous. 

“Jae, it was just a joke.” You say quietly to him.

You’re trying to calm him down, so you’re too busy to notice the fact that everyone heard what he just said. 

“Wait did you just call y/n your girl?” Mark asks, surprised with a grin on his face. 

You both stop in your tracks realizing that you had just blatantly admitted your relationship in front of everyone. Your first thought was to deny everything, but Jaehyun's laughter stops you from doing that. You turn to him and he presses his face in your chest, laughing some more. The boys all come up to you and make their little comments, making you burst out in laughter as well, feeling like a little girl just who got caught in a lie. 

“Yo, I just knew something was going on with you two!” Mark exclaims, which promoted everyone to roll their eyes because there is absolutely no way he could have known. You’re trying to answer all their questions, when the director comes by, telling everyone that they will start filming again. “Thank God.” You say, thankful to get out of their endless questions. 

“No you’re not getting off easy, we’re gonna take you out to dinner with us and you two can tell us exactly how this happened.” Johnny tells you, and you know that you’re in for a long night.

[gojo-enthusiast]

One Week Away

Series — My Husband Toji Zenin

Mature Content— 18+

*I’ve been detoxing life lmao— also I have a girlfriend now yay hehe.*

Toji had a work trip that was mandatory, he had tried to convince you to go with him, but when you weighed out all the options, and knew you would spend 99% of the time there alone, it just was something you weren’t up for. So you took this time out to invite your sister to stay the week with you. Maybe you wouldn’t miss your darling husband too much then.

It has officially been 6 days into your husband being gone, your sister is now on her way back home, and you are officially home alone.

“I miss Toji. I wonder if he would pick up my call? Is he busy?” You think to yourself. Taking the chance to call him.

As the phone rings, you go to press the end call button after three rings, figuring he was too busy to talk on the phone, but then hearing a woman voice answering, “Hello?” She says confused. “Um… Who is this?” You question, “Uh, that should be my line. Who are you?” She said snarky. At this rate, within a couple of seconds your head is fuming, and your heart feels like it had just been stomped on. “Was all that marriage counseling for nothing?” You think to yourself. Then you hear your husband. “Where the fuck is my phone?” You begin to hear other people in the back, one of them being Satoru. “You lost it old man?” He chuckles. “Shut the fuck up, and help me find my phone, I haven’t talked to my wife today.” He says in an agitated tone. “Wait why do you have my phone?” He questions, getting closer to what you think is the woman who answered the phone. “What?” She says, your heart is beating out of your chest. “Thats my phone, who are you talking to on my phone?” He says in an almost growl. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Toji, I thought this was my phone.” She nervously laughs, handing the phone to him. As soon as his phones are placed in his hands, he sees your name and photo. “Fuck. Baby?” He says into the phone. You had already started crying, because of course you assumed the worst, you couldn’t help it. “H-hey T-toji.” You stutter, feeling the tears rolling down. “Fuck, baby… are you crying?” He groans, you hear him walking away from the crowd, hearing Satoru in the background say. “Fuck, what did you say when you answered that phone?”

“I’m fine Toji, h-hows your trip?” You try to brush off like everything is fine. “Baby, she is just a fellow colleague. She grabbed my phone by accident. Are you okay?” He questions concerning. “I-I’m fine. I-I was just a little surprised.” You said with a shaky voice. You knew your husband wasn’t cheating on you, but what can you expect? It wasn’t always easy, especially with being apart. “I-I don’t want to be at home alone anymore. I sh-should have g-gone with yo-you.” You burst into tears, realizing how much you miss your husband. “Doll, I’m sorry. I’ll be home soon. ‘Aight?” He reassures you on the phone.

You both stayed on the phone for a few minutes, before he had to go back to his company dinner, and you fell asleep snuggled up to one of his hoodies. “I miss you.” You whisper into his hoodie, smelling his cologne, and his overall scent. It had been 6PM, and you drifted to sleep.

Toji became distressed with the thought of you being alone, he was ready to see his wife, to remind her that she was his, and he was yours. He had said his goodbyes, and grabbed his bag from the upstairs hotel. The drive was 6 hours, yet he made it back home in 5. Checking his watch, it was 12:36AM. Toji knew you would have been sound asleep, which was perfect for him, he knew how much you loved waking up to his head in between your legs, reminding you how much he loves and adores you. You also knew how much he worshipped your cunt, it had him making laps until your orgasms were almost painful. Toji loosened his tie, flinging across the room, seeing you in your little laced blue panties, and his hoodie, it only made his cock throb with just the mere sight of seeing you laid like that, he always loved how your ass was thick that your panties would almost get swallowed by them, there was so many times, he wanted to beg you to let him fuck your little ass, yet he knew how hard that would be, especially since it was hard to even take him vaginally, but he sure did fantasize about it. Toji took his belt off, unbuttoning his pants, letting them drop to the floor, popping the buttons off of his shirt, throwing it to the corner of the room. He had become a hungry tiger, wanting to devour you, until you shuttered at his touch. Toji was a kind and gentle man to you, but sexually, he could be ruthless, he loved to watch your pretty big eyes cry, whining for him to keep going, then to stop.

Toji crawled into bed, and gently turned you from your side, to your back, and slowly spread your legs apart. You were a bit of a deep sleeper, especially after you had cried. He saw the way your eyes were puffy, he placed a kiss on your eyelids, moving down to your lips, then licking you down your neck, lifting up the hoodie, he lightly sucked on your nipples, light enough to not wake you up, but enough for your nipples to harden. He traced his tongue down your stomach, then to your heat, pulling your panties down swiftly. He eyed your pussy, spreading your labia apart, lapping his tongue, sucking on your clit immediately. He knew your body more than you did, he sucked and licked, feeling your arousal start to come out, and his tongue got the first taste. He dipped his index finger inside of you, feeling your walls. Your moans started to fill the room, while you were slowly waking up. He kept lapping his tongue in your cunt, switching from your hole, to your clit, tasting you inside out. You woke up, wide eyed, seeing your husbands straight black hair between your legs. “T-Toji?” You croak out then moan. “Hmm?” He hum’s, as he continues to suck on your clit. “Ah- w-what are you do-doing h-here? Ah- T-TTojiiii?” You moan loudly. “Hmm you taste so good.” he slurps. He then inserted two fingers, beginning to pump in and out of you slow and agonizing, pulling moan and whimper out of you.

"To-Toji, please.." You whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes, your body feeling overstimulated. "You're so tight doll." He groans, feeling his throbbing cock leak pre-cum. "I need you." You cry silently, tears flowing out of your sweet eyes. "Do you love me?" You question, feeling a sense of insecurity. "Hmm?" He half questions, but he heard you plain and clear. "D-do y-you lo-love me?" You whimper as he continues to pump into you, but his dark eyes were peering into yours as he leaned up and his face was right in front of yours, "Do I love you?" He questions back to you. Your blood turning cold, and goosebumps covering your skin, "Is that what you're asking me? You're asking me if I love you?" He questions you again. "Y-yeah." You stutter, pulling at your bottom lip, biting it. "What makes you think I don't?" He whispers into your ear, curling his fingers inside your squelching cunt. "Ugh- I-I just w-want to h-hear y-you say you l-lo-love me." You whimper out, feeling an orgasm approach. "Hmm? Is that so?" He groans in your ear, his groin dry humping the air, his body was twitching at the sight of your thick tears. "Fuck, I could just fuck that pretty little face of yours, see those tears soak my cock." He groans, pushing you over the edge, you spasming and creaming all around his fingers.

"Toji!" You moan loudly, cumming all over his fingers, feeling that high he had brought you too. Toji removed his fingers, drinking in your arousal, licking his fingers clean. "I love you." He says to you, as he pecks your lips lightly. Tears welling up in your eyes again, pulling your husband into your embrace. "You only love me, right?" You question, pulling down his boxers, watching his throbbing cock slap his stomach. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, touching the tip of his throbbing cock with the pads of your index and middle finger. "F-Fuck. Doll. Wait-" He pushes your hand away. "I do love you, only you." He coos, lifting your chin to look at him, then crashing his lips onto yours, pulling you into his embrace. You felt him wrap his hand around the swollen member, and felt him glide it up your sopping core, slightly pushing it in. The slow stretch, Toji had prepped you as much as he could, he was on the verge of snapping. "Take a deep breath for me doll." He groans, you do as he instructs, taking that deep breath, and you feel him push himself into you, causing your breath to get caught in your throat. No matter how many years you two had been married, you still could never get used to his size. Tears slipped from your eyes, and you felt his tongue lick them up. Thrusting in and out, already pulling an early orgasm. “Toji, s-stop.” You moan. "Can't. You're gon' have to take it." He grunts. Thrusting into you in a Godlike pace, crushing you underneath him. You felt his strong arms pull your legs to wrap around his waist, and him push even deeper into you. "Do you feel how we are connected?" He groaned. Toji lifting your head, sitting up, he had you looking at the way you two were connected, you saw the way he pushed into you, and the way your arousal was mixing with his, foaming at the base of his cock. "Watch how I fill you." He growls into your ear, "Watch how my love spills into you." He adds, "After I'm done with you, you'll never ask if I love you again." He grunts into your ear. He had completley pulled you on top of him, gripping your hips, lifting you up and down, bouncing you on his twitching cock. He thrusted up into you, chasing your release, and his too. Toji pulls you to his chest, your head thrown back, he nussled his head on your shoulder blade, pounding you from underneath. "Fuck- Gon' cum." He grunts into your ear, then putting his hand on the back of your head, pushing your head to his, smashing his lips on yours. He fought for dominance, his tongue exploring your mouth. He quickly detached, sucking on your neck, leaving love bites. "I'm gon' cum, you're gonna have t' take it." He growls into your ear. After a couple sloppy fast strokes, his hot cum shot deep inside of you, slowing his pace, he still continued to pump into you until every last drop had entered into you. "We just created a love child, doll." He groaned in your ear, slipping you off of him, and pulling you into his embrace. "Oh-" You moaned as he slipped out of you. "Let me take you once more." He said into your ear, spreading your legs, and pushing his once again hard member back into you, stroking in you slow and steady.

"Tojiiii- I can't anymore." You moaned, your legs spasming in overstimulation, and your toes curled. "Just a little bit more, let me fill you up, I need you to give me a baby." He groaned, throwing his head back. His cock was twitching already, so senstive from just finishing, he did not want to stop, he wanted to keep feeling this ecstacy that your cunt offered him. Within a couple of minuets, he came again, finally pulling you to lay on your side, and he stayed inside of you. "Toji, take it out." You groan, feeling your womahood tender and swollen.

"Mm Mm, I have to make sure you give me a child." He says with a smirk, nuzzling down to the crook of your neck, leaving pecks.

Eventually you had fallen asleep, and your husband, pulled out of you, going and grabbing a warm wet towel, cleaning you up. He bent down to your stomach and whispered, "This was it, I know it." He smiles, kissing your stomach while you're sound asleep.

[like-a-diamondinthesky]

idiots in love | h.j.s

-> the first i love you m.list

pairing... bf!jisung x gn!reader tags... fluff, established relationship, literal idiots but it’s ok cos ur in love

it’s been a grand four months into the relationship, and neither you nor jisung have said those three words that mean oh so much to the both of you. why? because you’re idiots.

wc... 887 words a/n... here's the first installment for the first i love you series! i've had this sitting in my drafts for like a month and it's not a LOT but i still really enjoyed writing it hehe. i hope you enjoy and stay tuned for more!

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Jisung has always known he loved you. From the moment he asked you out, he knew that you were the one for him. He couldn't ever want anyone else. But he couldn't tell you that right off the bat—he was afraid he would scare you off. Now he wouldn't want that, would he? And so, he settled for showing you his love with cozy cuddle sessions, eager kisses, and endless conversations about anything and everything you wanted to talk about.

As for you, just after the first week of dating, you already knew you loved Jisung. However, you figured it was way too early to say it. You thought such an early confession would make Jisung freak out, and you’d never want to weird him out. So you waited and waited and waited.

Of course, there were many close calls, but the one that constantly replayed in your mind was the time Jisung dropped you off at your house after your one-month anniversary date. You had gone to a carnival, and he had won you not one, not two, but three stuffed toys! He helped you carry your new babies to your bedroom, and you pulled him on top of you to cuddle on your bed, which was overflowing with pillows and plushies. The room was filled with lovesick giggles and as he looked into your eyes, you could feel it coming. You knew he was about to say it. “Y/n,” he opened his mouth. “I love… your bed. I love your bed. It’s so comfy.” Oh, never mind!

Time flew by, and every single day, the nagging voices in the back of both your minds grew louder. Just tell each other, just profess your love, damn it! But, no matter how much you two were dying to say it, there was fear deep inside your hearts that your feelings weren’t reciprocated by the other.

Now here you are, a grand four months into the relationship, and neither of you has said those three words, those eight letters, that mean oh so much to the both of you. Why? Because you're idiots.

You were lying on top of Jisung on your couch, head resting on his chest as you used your phone. He was watching a video on his laptop, which rested on your back. Every now and then he would bring his fingers up to your head and play with your hair. You softly drummed against your fingers against the side of his torso, humming along with the beat of the background music emitting from the speakers of his laptop.

Every brush of your fingertips against his body sent butterflies to his stomach. ‘Do they not know what they’re doing to me?’ Jisung thought as his pulse quickened. He was sure you could hear his heartbeat banging against his chest. He wasn’t even paying attention to the video on his screen anymore, not when you were this close to him. He needed to tell you he loved you. He needed to tell you right now.

Immediately, your boyfriend slammed his laptop close and tossed it to the foot of the couch. You lifted your head and looked at him in confusion. "Ji? Is something wrong, baby?"

“Yes, actually. Something is very, very wrong and I need to make it right.” Jisung announced dramatically, making you chuckle at his antics. You released yourself from his embrace and sat up on his lap. “Okay, let’s talk then. What’s wrong?”

Jisung stared deep into your eyes, contemplated whether or not he should say anything, then looked away shyly. You grabbed his hand and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles.

“Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me anything.”

"Look Y/n, we've been together for over four months and I swear I've never been happier. You're the reason I wake up with a stupidly wide smile glued on my face every day and I literally cannot live without you, babe. There’s a feeling that’s just been eating me up from the inside and I’m tired of hiding it from you. I guess what I'm trying to say is," Jisung took a deep breath, "I love you, Y/n. So much, you don’t even know. Each day I held myself back from telling you was a day I regret not being honest with you. I understand if you’re not ready to say it back but-"

And suddenly, your lips crashed harshly onto his. Jisung's eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you and melted into the kiss. You raked your fingers into his hair, untangling the soft strands.

"I love you so much, Han Jisung. Never think for a second that I wouldn't say it back. I love you and I always will." You had only barely pulled away from him, so he could feel your smile against his lips. “God, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to say that. Oh, I love you, Ji. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

“I love you too, baby.” Giggling, Jisung hugged you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. "Trust me, I know how you feel. That was long overdue. Wow, we’re huge idiots, aren’t we?"

"I think that,” you whispered as you peppered kisses onto the side of his head, “that’s an understatement."

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taglist... @jinnixxn

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[beom-pyu]

nights ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ huening kai

huening kai x fem!reader , tags; established relationship , tiniest bit of angst , nsfw , emotional hurt/comfort , cute bf!kai , misunderstandings , he's had a long day, okay?!?! , u make it up to him tho!!! , kai luvs u , fluff , this is so soft i can only write soft stuff HELP , kai almost cries :(( , you call kai "angel"

warnings: smut (minors dni!!) , insecure kai , riding , unprotected sex , cumming inside , slight dom reader? u take the lead , marking (hickies) , praise praise praise , tit sucking , cockwarming

a/n: hiiii!! its been so long since i've posted a fic! currently wrapping up this semester :3 but thank you all for 350+ followers!!! i know it may seem small but all of your support really makes me so sososos happy and im so thankful for u all! now here's some cute bf kai for ur enjoyment hehe

wc: 3.2k+

“i am literally on the verge of quitting this damn job,” you groan with your phone pressed against your ear, lying horizontally on the couch in one of kai’s shirts and panties as some random drama plays on the t.v. in the background.

this has been going on for weeks—your lazy boss has been assigning you and your coworkers extra reports so he can go on vacation, leaving your entire division working overtime almost every night. you are both stressed and drained, fed up with your higher-up’s mistreatment.

“i hear you. how did we end up with the worst boss to grace this earth?” your coworker, sakura, whines into the mic in agreement.

the sound of keys at the door seizes your attention, pulling your phone away from your ear for a second to check the time. 9:15 p.m. kai’s schedule must’ve ended earlier today.

“hey, sakura, my boyfriend just got home so i’ll text you.” you give kai a small smile and wave as he enters your apartment, his exhausted eyes brightening at the sight of you. he slips his shoes and jacket off quietly as to not disturb your call while you and your coworkers say your goodbyes.

once you’ve hung up, you motion kai over to your spot on the couch as you try to sit up, giggling once his entire body flops directly on top of you. he buries his head into your clothed stomach, mumbling out a discernable sentence into your belly as his arms come to wrap around you. 

“what was that, angel?” you laugh out as he mumbles something again before his head turns to the side, his eyes closing as your fingers tangle into his hair.

“said i missed you. and you smell nice,” he speaks sleepily, nuzzling his cheek against your shirt. you let out a chuckle, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“i missed you too, angel. how was your day?” 

kai simply whines in response to your question and you take that as a good enough answer—you understand right away, tapping his cheek so that he can raise his head. he looks up at you, his fluffy hair bouncing a bit, falling into his eyes. your heart flips at the adorable sight. 

“rough day, hm?” you ask as you push his hair back and he nods with a little pout, his head flopping back down. 

“so busy,” is all he replies with and you automatically understand, your fingers massaging his scalp. “just gonna rest my eyes…”

and you’re sure he’s already falling asleep as he goes dead silent in your hold. you chuckle at your teddy bear of a boyfriend before your phone dings with a notification. you grab the device and you immediately have to suppress an annoyed groan at the email from your boss. you’ve already clocked out and he’s still assigning you more work.

you open your messages to text sakura.

you: he just emailed me another report to finish this week

you: like, can’t he do it himself???

you feel kai nuzzle himself further into you, shuffling around a bit before going still again. your hand is still mindlessly playing with hair before you get another notification.

sakura: and guess who just called me back in.

you: no way. is he being serious rn?

sakura: yup. completely.

sakura: he must’ve lost his mind

sakura: if he even had one to begin with

you: he’s literally so annoying wtf

you: i can’t stand him

you:  idk how much longer i can put up with him tbh

“can we watch a movie?” kai suddenly mumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. you smile at his sleepy tone, your fingers stilling in his hair.

“i thought you were tired?” you inquire playfully.

“wanna spend more time with you,” kai speaks nonchalantly—but you’re sure your heart explodes in your chest at the simple words. you love him so much.

“let me go get some snacks and you pick the movie.”

it takes a good 2 minutes to finally get kai to move off of your body—complete with a few whines and grabby hands—but the mission is successful nonetheless. you toss your phone onto the couch before heading into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets for popcorn.

it takes much longer than you intended, already hearing a movie begin to play on the screen as you pour the freshly popped food into a big bowl, grabbing some drinks out of the fridge as well.

kai gives you a stiff smile as you walk back into the room, arms full of snacks. you shoot him a questioning look, but his eyes are already glued back onto the t.v. screen. it is pretty dark, so maybe you didn’t see correctly—but you are sure you saw tears in his eyes too.

“you okay, angel?” you ask as you set the popcorn and drinks out on the coffee table, your eyes flickering over to him in between every movement. he looks over at you quickly before nodding slightly.

“mhm. just sleepy.” he offers you a faint smile before turning back to the movie. you feel a little uneasy at the response, but he did say he had a hard day and you don’t want to push him any further. you take a seat next to him, pulling your legs up to your chest before grabbing your phone to see if sakura has texted you back.

“babe…?” kai starts, slow and unsure. you lift your head from your phone to give him your attention, taking note of the way his hands wring in his lap, his leg bouncing anxiously.

“yea?” you ask, tossing your phone to the side to turn your body toward him. his eyes flicker up to yours nervously before darting away.

“i—nothing. nevermind,” he awkwardly laughs, shaking his head slightly as he tries to focus back on the t.v. 

worry fills your body at his actions—if there’s one thing you knew about kai, it would be when he has something on his mind. and you can tell there’s something on the tip of his tongue by the way his leg continues to bounce, his mind clearly off somewhere far away.

you pout a bit, moving to straddle his lap, successfully gaining his attention. his eyes shoot up to yours and it’s only now that you can clearly see the slight glossiness of his orbs, tears pooling in his waterline.

“angel, what’s wrong?” you ask, your hands immediately coming up to hold his face. kai rarely ever cries, especially around you, so your gut churns with concern as he bites his lip and looks away from you, hands clenched at his sides.

“i’m sorry,” kai mumbles out, looking down at his lap. you let out a tiny noise of disagreement, your thumbs grazing his cheeks in an attempt to comfort him—yet he still continues to avoid your eyes. 

“why are you apologizing?” you raise a hand to brush some of his dark hair out of his face. kai shakes his head again, his locks falling right back into his eyes.

“i’m sorry for being annoying—i just had a rough day and… i didn’t mean to be clingy and make you uncomfortable. i’m sorry, i won’t do it again. just—just don’t leave me, please.” 

all of kai’s words rush out in a single breath, his voice slightly cracking at that last sentence, his body trembling slightly. you struggle to keep up, your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“kai, angel, look at me,” you speak and despite his initial apprehension, his head lifts at your words. his eyes are shiny with tears as you cradle his face. “what are you talking about, my love? where is all of this coming from?”

“you… you left your phone unlocked when you got up—i didn’t mean to snoop but i saw your texts…” his voice is quiet and filled with sadness as he explains. your eyes widen as realization dawns on you, letting out a sigh of relief. this time kai’s head tilts in confusion, a pout settled on his lips. 

“kai, i was ranting about my boss. you know—how he’s been making me work overtime lately?” 

you watch with fondness as his cheeks redden, lips pursed shut. you can’t help but giggle as his hands shoot up to cover his face, covering your hands with his own.

“i’m so stupid,” his muffled voice sounds from behind his large hands. you laugh a bit—just because he’s so cute—moving your hands to pry his own from his face. an embarrassed smile rests on his lips and you are quick to peck them, once, twice, before leaning back.

“you’re not stupid, angel. it was just a little misunderstanding,” you giggle and he whines, his hands covering his face again. “come here, cutie.”

his harmonic laugh fills your ears as you lean in close to gently move his hands out of the way, kissing him again. you feel his body slowly unwind as your lips move against his, your hands replacing his own as you cup his cheek, pressing your body close to him. 

when you separate, he’s out of breath, his hands hovering at your sides as you gaze down at him lovingly. you notice how perfectly placed you are in his lap, slightly rolling your hips down onto him—his lips part at the action, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“just relax, angel. let me do the work, okay?”

 your hands are still on his cheeks as his eyes glimmer up at you, still wet and glistening. he nods in response, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stares at you in awe. so cute. you smile down at him before pressing your lips against his, your hands sliding into his hair.

kai softens into your touch, his hovering hands finally resting on your hips, holding you steady in his lap. you moan a bit as his teeth eagerly nip at your bottom lip, tongue swiping across shortly after to ease the sting. his hips move up against yours, trying to create any friction possible. he’s already hard, you notice, feeling his thick erection pressing against your core.

you pull away from the kiss to take a good look at his pretty face, his lips slick with your spit, a slight pink resting on his cheekbones. you can’t resist the urge to lean down to kiss up his jaw, pecking that spot under his ear that makes his body rack with shivers. he whines quietly as you suck marks onto his skin, still slightly sticky with sweat from his long day. 

“do you wanna fuck me, angel?” you whisper low in his ear—and he quite literally moans at your words, nodding quickly as his hands grip your hips tighter, his hips bucking up into your clothed core.

“yes, yes, please,” he pants, already tugging at your clothes to get them off of your body. you giggle at his enthusiasm, letting him pull your shirt over your head. the movie running in the background does little to nothing to cancel out the heavy breathing as you wrap your arms around kai’s neck, arching your back a bit as he takes one of your sensitive buds into his mouth. 

his tongue swirls around your nipple, his hands coming up to grope your boobs, loving how soft and bouncy there are. his hips move against you impatiently, but you know he won’t do anything without your word.

“my good boy,” you sigh out, the flashing lights from the t.v casting a sparkly reflection in his dark eyes. you smile dreamily at him, cupping the side of his face in your hand before you lean down to kiss him again. 

his hands roam your body with such determination and your mind grows muddled with every kiss to your chest and brush of his fingertips against your heated skin. you can feel yourself leaking through your panties as you grind against him. you sit back a bit to grab the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up.

“i wanna see you too,” you speak as you help him take it off. you’ll never get used to how gorgeous he is—you know he’s been working out even more recently, and the fruits of his labor are definitely starting to show. his pecs are prominent as you lightly drag your nails over his feverish skin, hearing the strained moan he lets out at the touch. always so sensitive. 

you trail your fingers down to his stomach and he lets his head fall back with a sigh. you lean in to press fluttery kisses to his bared neck and a low moan leaves his lips as you bite onto his skin. he smells like the cologne that you had gifted him for his birthday and the scent makes your stomach flip with anticipation. 

“all mine,” you mumble and his hips buck up again, his head lulling to the side to give you more access to his neck.

“all yours, all yours,” he echoes out, his hands running up and down the sides of your body. you feel your core pulse when he brings a hand down to rub your clit through your panties, rolling your hips against his fingers.

your actions are feverish as your fingers trail lower to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling his pants and underwear back in one swift motion. his crying dick slaps against his stomach at the action, already leaking glistening precum that leaves a trail across his lower stomach. his tip is an angry red and you have to resist the urge to get down on your knees and have a taste for yourself.

kai’s hands are obediently still on your hips as he waits for your next move, eyes flickering across your face. you give him a small smile before placing your cupped hand right below his mouth, cocking your head to the side.

“spit.” 

and he does—a string of saliva leaving his mouth, dropping into the palm of your hand, dripping off of his lips. the broken moan that leaves his lips is music to your ears as you grab onto his erection with your slicked-up hand, spreading his own spit over the length. 

“you listen so well, angel,” you breathe out, watching as he preens at your praise, a tiny smile finding its way onto his face. he looks so gorgeous—with his dark hair roused and in his eyes, cheeks flushed, his beauty marks sitting on his skin like stars in the sky.

you lean in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his lips, his tongue immediately swiping over your bottom lip. he pants into your mouth, whining softly when you squeeze his dick a little too hard, his hips shaking as he tries not to thrust up into your hand.

you have mercy on him though—already feeling yourself leaking onto his pants. you pull your panties to the side, lining yourself up with his dick. his eyes never leave yours, staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes as you rub his tip in between your folds; a whimper leaves his lips as you slowly sink down on him, your eyes fluttering at how full you already feel.

his dick is thick and long, filling you up perfectly—as if your cunt was made for him. your legs slightly shake at the feeling, your free hand resting on his shoulder to hold yourself steady as you begin to bounce on his cock, soft moans leaving your lips as his tip hits your cervix every time.

“so good, angel. so big, fuck,” you whine and kai’s fingers tighten on your waist, subtly helping you move up and down on him. your moans mix together beautifully, loving the way he whimpers when your walls clench around him, his hands running up your back and down your thighs, touching every part of you in his reach.

you can’t even chastise him when he begins thrusting up into you, his head thrown back against the couch as he watches you through hooded eyes. your bouncing tits put him in a trance, his hand coming up to brush over your hard nipples. your pussy gushes and soaks his lap, eyes screwed shut from how addicting his cock is, twitching inside of your cunt.

every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the way his hips snap against yours perfectly. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters—his moans are high and breathy, his body shaking slightly as you rock your hips back and forth.

“can i—fuck, can i cum, please?” kai stutters out as he lifts his head to rest his forehead against yours. 

“fill me up, angel. i’m all yours.” 

his heavy pants fan your lips and you capture his again, moaning at the way he hastily licks into your mouth. you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his moans tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as your pussy pulsates around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action.

you swallow his moans as his hips thrust up into you a few more times before slowing to a stop, his tongue swirling with yours, swiping over your teeth, pulling away to kiss down your neck—as if he can’t get enough of you. you let your body fall forward onto his chest, your breath fanning against his neck.

you’re both quiet as you come down from your highs, the movie on the screen long forgotten. once your arms stop feeling like jelly, you sit up, finding kai’s eyes easily in the darkness of the living room. 

he’s completely ruined—lips shiny and red, his neck and ears the same color. soft marks are already blooming on his skin from your ministrations and you find yourself lightly brushing over them, pressing into the bruises with the pads of your fingers. kai’s eyes don’t break away from your gaze as he bites his lip at the slight pain, his dick twitching inside of you. good to know.

“i love you, angel. you did so well,” you smile down at him and you swear his ears go even redder as your fingers stroke his hair. “please don’t ever think for a second that i would leave you, okay?” 

kai nods quickly, leaning into your touch like a puppy.

“i love you,” he responds, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest. you let out a small noise of surprise at the quick movement, but melt into his embrace even quicker. his hold on you is strong as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“can we just stay like this for a bit?” kai mumbles, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. you giggle a bit, nodding in response. his dick is warm and snug inside of you, trapping his cum inside of you. his body feels like home against yours as he pecks your skin, and you let your eyes flutter shut in the arms of the one you love most.

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kiss me through the phone

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a/n: this was inspired by this haikyuu fanfic (pls read if ur a sakusa enjoyer, i promise you it's worth the read!!). anyways, i feel like zoro is always the one i write for as my first fic back from a hiatus hehe

sleep usually comes to zoro quite easily, greeting him like an old friend. tonight, however, it evades him like he’s offended it. he’s restless, tossing and turning, back and forth, until he finally gives up.

he looks at the clock.

it’s been 2 minutes.

ugh, fuck it.

he sits at the edge of the bed, reaching for the snail sitting on his bedside table. the receiver rests between his ear and his shoulder as he dials, leg bouncing up and down as he waits for the voice he’s so desperate to hear.

purururururu-

“hello?"

your voice is a little fuzzy through the phone, and zoro presses the receiver even closer to his ear.

“hi.”

for a second, there's only silence and zoro frowns. nami did warn him that there was a storm hitting the island. it’s also really late.

maybe it wasn't such a good idea to call-

and then your laughter comes through, finding him like a ray of sun peeking through dark clouds.

“zoro, what even- i have so many questions!”

at the sound of your voice, he can feel a wave of comfort wash over him. he sinks into his bed and, instinctively, he smiles.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah!” you giggle. "where did you get a den den mushi? why are you calling? shouldn’t you be asleep?”

before he can answer, you gasp. “wait,” your voice drops to a whisper. “did you… did you steal a phone?”

you sound so horrified and zoro laughs — earnestly, truly, and oh-so easily. somehow, happiness is so effortless with you.

“zoro!” you chastise him, scandalized at his laughter. “tell me you didn’t!”

he nestles into his pillows. with you in his ear, it almost feels like you're right next to him.

“i'm a pirate, not a thief.” he huffs. “nami was hoarding a couple in her room and with a little - ahem - negotiating, she let me use one.”

“oh boy,” zoro can hear you shuffle in bed. “i hope you didn't trade the rest of your life savings just for a snail.”

“life savings? you mean the 10 berries i hold to my name?”

“uh, have you seen your bounty? you hold a lot more than 10 berries to your name.”

“you keeping tabs on me?“

"of course i am," you say it so matter-of-factly that zoro can't help but grin. he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror — god, he looks as lovesick as the stupid cook.

but he doesn't hate it.

“i know it's late but don't act like you weren't still up. i know you don't sleep.”

“maybe i can't sleep because i don't have my white noise machine here with me.”

he scoffs, “is that what i am to you? just white noise while i sleep?”

“please.” zoro smiles; he can practically hear you roll your eyes. “you're lucky you can't hear yourself snore. and you should consider it a compliment! it means it's useful to have you in bed.”

“just useful, huh? i feel like mind-blowing might be a better way to describe my performance in bed.”

you click your tongue and zoro laughs. it's truly amazing how you can still make him feel so weightless from across the seas.

“always so cocky,” you tsk. “is that a job requirement when you sign up to be a pirate or something?”

“if it was, chopper and usopp would've never made the cut.”

“don't pick on them!” zoro hears a soft thud! as you fall back against your pillows. “gosh, it feels like forever since i've seen them.”

“because it has been. they miss you."

after a beat, he adds, “i miss you.”

“i miss you too.”

for a moment, neither of you speak. all he hears is the patter of rain in the background and when he closes his eyes, he can imagine you cozy in bed with a window open. you always love the sound of rain at night.

“i'm excited to see you all tomorrow,” you say quietly.

“yeah, but me the most, right?”

“of course.”

he sighs, looking out the window at the night sky, moonlit and cloudless. he wishes that it was rain instead — because that would mean he’s not so far away.

“i wish i could see you right now.”

you laugh and zoro can picture the way your eyes crinkle when you do, “i think you can wait a few hours.”

“actually,” he says. “accounting for the storm, it'll take us another 16 hours. but who's counting?”

“definitely not you.”

“definitely not.”

“you're just always impatient.”

“correct.”

“patience is a virtue, you know.”

“i'm not virtuous.”

“no, you're ridiculous.” the affection in your voice makes zoro's heart ache. there’s more rustling, and he wishes for nothing more than to be under the covers with you.

tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

“go to sleep.” it's like you can read his mind. “i promise time will pass by a lot faster if you do.”

zoro stares at the moon, wondering if it knows that it'll never come close to outshining you.

“tell me a story first.”

“what?”

“tell me a bedtime story.”

“now?” you sigh. “but it’s so late. my brain cells stop working after business hours.”

“yeah, but i’m a vip client.”

“sorry, we don't do after-hours services.”

“if you do, i promise to give you a present tomorrow.” he reaches over to grab the aforementioned gift from his bedside, as if you’d be able to see it through the phone.

“a present?” curiosity colours your pretty voice. “wait, it better not be something lame, like a... kiss or a hug.”

“i dare you to call my kisses lame to my face.”

“or what, big boy?” you tease.

“oh, you don’t wanna know,” he warns. “i am a pirate after all.”

“ooh, so scary. i better do what the scary pirate says.”

and with that, zoro smiles to himself. he opens your present, playing with the contents as he gets comfortable, eyes closing as he waits for you to start.

you're not even halfway through your story before his snores travel through the snail, and you shake your head with endearment. your heart longs for him the way his wants you. you were only half-joking earlier; it really is that much harder for you to sleep without him.

there is nothing more comforting than the sound of zoro’s gentle slumber, the feel of his breath against your skin as he snuggles close, chest against your back, an arm snaked around your waist.

a sigh echoes in your lonely room. you should really take your own advice; tomorrow will come faster if you sleep.

you choose not to hang up. instead, you place the receiver next to your pillow and you pull up the covers, ready to join zoro in dreamland.

“good night,” you whisper to the rain, the moon, and your lover.

“i can’t wait to be with you.”

and from across the ocean, zoro sleeps soundly with starlight illuminating his room, catching the edges of a ring falling out of his hand — one with glittering diamonds, that he's spent days picking out, that he'll offer on one knee as he confesses,

i can’t wait to be with you,

for the rest of our lives.