#hope you get to have a good night/day as well 🧸

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

₊˚⊹ your sweet lips on my lips 🧸

about : first kiss and early mornings w mike <33. title is a hozier lyric from like real people do!!

warnings : a little longer than usual!! 1.5k words. they/them pronouns used for reader ( once lol )

author’s note : I WANT TO KISS HIM SO BAD AAAAAUGHHHH. i’m so obsessed w him my brain is him and him only

your breaths were slow and steady as you slept in an uncomfortable position on mike’s couch. the tv was on low volume in the background, playing reruns of some old sitcom that your parents probably watched as kids. you were tucked under a small throw blanket that was always draped over the back of the couch, and a couple of your limbs were dangling over the edge of the cushions.

you were looking for work and mike had hired you to babysit abby. although with the hours you were at his house, it was more of just making sure abby was asleep and then more often than not, falling asleep yourself. the pay wasn’t great, but you didn’t mind. you really liked abby, and got along with her well. and well… her brother had caught your eye. he was a bit of a loser, sure, but you found him endearing. you admired how hard he worked in order to support his younger sister, it was clear she meant a lot to him. plus he was always kind to you.

while getting to know abby and becoming a more prominent person in her life, you also passingly got to know mike. abby had plenty of stories to tell, and you would often have short conversations with him before or after his shift. she had even let it slip once that mike was interested in you, and may or may not have a crush on you.

“my brother talks about you a lot, you know.” abby said oh so casually as you were helping her get ready for bed one night.

“is that so?” you quirked a brow, suddenly very intrigued at what secrets she might spill. you had harbored feelings towards the man for a while, probably as long as you’d been babysitting abby for. you always thought he would never reciprocate your feelings, and therefore decided to keep quiet about your crush.

“yeah, he says you’re pretty and you make him happy. and he’s glad you get along with me. he likes that” she said, looking up at you as you tucked her blankets around her.

you felt your cheeks grow warm, and a smile broke out on your face. “that’s good to know. he makes me happy as well, both of you do.”

“he also said he wishes he had time to get to know you more. i think he likes you. do you like him too?” abby inquired as she snuggled into the covers.

you thought carefully for a moment before responding. “i do, yeah. and i would definitely like to spend time with him if i’m given the chance. but that’s enough for tonight, it’s already late. sleep well, abby. i’ll be in the other room if you need me.” you press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head before standing up and leaving her bedroom for the night.

that very brief conversation with abby stayed on your mind for the following days. when mike came home early the next morning you were more flustered than ever when you spoke to him. since then you had been trying to find a way to make your feelings a little more known, hoping one of you would have the courage to finally confess.

keys jingled and the front doorknob rattled as mike let himself into the house. it was quiet, as it was just past 6am. the only sounds were the faint conversations of the show on the television, and the sound of his own footsteps padding across the floor. he set down his keys and kicked his shoes off before making his way into the living room where he saw you fast asleep. he quietly picked the remote off of the coffee table and turned the tv off.

although he wasn’t quiet enough, and you started to stir. “abby?” you asked tiredly. you blinked up at mike, slowly starting to sit up as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

“nope, it’s me. sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” he replied quietly as he set the remote back on the table. “did everything go alright with abby?”

you sat quietly for a moment, trying to find your thoughts in your sleep hazed brain. “yeah, she ate a good amount of her dinner and then we hung out and watched tv for a while before she went to bed. how was work?” you had pushed away the blanket and now sat upright, looking up at mike. he looked tired, which was to be expected. despite his exhausted features he looked handsome, although this wasn’t a new discovery.

his voice shook you out of your thoughts. “it was boring, but it pays.” he shrugs. “want some coffee?” he leaned his head in the direction of the kitchen.

“coffee sounds good” you smile. he starts to walk toward the kitchen and you follow behind him. damn, his butt looks good in those pants.

“i always feel bad falling asleep, i feel like i should be the one making coffee and breakfast for you.” you noted lightheartedly. you were trying not to gawk at him, which had been proven increasingly difficult after abby told you that he was in fact interested in you.

“i appreciate it, but it’s no big deal, really. i understand it can be a little boring being here all night. i trust you with abby, so if you need to sleep, sleep.” mike replied tiredly. you made a mental note to try and at least make coffee for him before he came home in the future.

once in the kitchen, he started gathering everything he needed to make just enough coffee for the both of you. you leaned against the counter, your back facing the wall. the two of you stood in comfortable, sleepy silence as the coffee brewed.

once the coffee maker had stopped gurgling, signaling the coffee was done, he grabbed two mugs out of the cabinet and poured you each a cup. you added the ingredients to make it just the way you liked it before taking a sip, nearly burning your tongue.

you could feel his eyes on you. not in a creepy way, but in admiration. he took a sip of his own coffee, his eyes lingering on your frame. you let your gaze wander back to him, meeting his own. you gave him a smile as you took another sip of your coffee.

"i uh.. would you like to go out with me one day? just us?" he stammered. he averted his gaze to his coffee, swishing the dark liquid inside to distract himself.

you smiled, giggling to yourself. it seems like abby was right about mike's feelings for you, not that you doubted her. you took a moment to collect yourself before responding. "yeah. yeah, i'd love to."

"he looked back up at you with a goofy smile on his face. "okay, cool. does tomorrow night work?"

you nodded, "yeah, that's perfect." you knew abby wouldn't lie to you about how mike felt, but it still made you giddy when he actually showed that he had feelings for you. you glanced over at the little digital clock on the stove. 7:08am. you took one last sip of your coffee, placing it down on the counter. "i should probably go, i have an appointment that i need to get to. you have work tonight, right?"

he looked disappointed, but nodded. "yeah. i'll see you later then?"

you nodded in response, "yeah, of course." you stepped closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

his cheeks immediately flushed and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he’s had other partners and had been in relationships before, but it had been so long since he was as infatuated with someone as he was with you. you were still close to him, and he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. he paused to make sure you were okay with it, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to.

but you didn’t. you leaned in further and pressed your lips to his briefly, somewhat hesitantly. he grabbed your hip, holding you firmly but gently. he kissed you again, this time with more confidence. this kiss was longer, more passionate, and it only increased the feeling of butterflies flying around in your stomach.

“took you guys long enough. are you boyfriend and girlfriend now?” a small voice comes from the other side of the room. you and mike quickly pulled away from the kiss, much more flustered now that you had been caught by mike’s youthful sister. neither of you had heard her approach, and were startled at her sudden presence.

after recovering from the slight embarrassment, you looked at mike questioningly to see if, and how he would answer abby’s question.

“i sure hope so” he smiles, his attention focused back on you. “it’s up to them though.”

“i’d like that” you smiled back at him.

[rubyreduji]

🧸 first of all, HAPPY RUBYREDUJI DAY??!’ kkbbj?!?!!? secondly, i would like to request an nsfw drabble~ for dino or hoshi with a breeding kink (because im 100% sure these 2 have one) and them being really obsessive in a sense like “you’re mine” typa thing!! like having a quickie after a member’s birthday and you’re just fucking in the car with your formal wear riding dino’s cock, would love how you could write this 👁️ thank you jj if you do my request! 🥰 have a good day hehe

— join the sleepover!! 🧸️

summary: chan loves his friends, he does not love when his friends are all over his girlfriend

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, car sex, rough sex, dom!chan, possession/jealousy, breeding kink, choking  wc: 2.1k an: not affiliated w/ misamo but still stream do not touch. i tried to make chan be possessive without being like overly toxic jdfskla i hope it worked

You look good tonight. Too good.

It’s been driving Chan crazy since you two left the house; your figure wrapped in your short, tight satin dress, the maroon color popping against your skin. If it was up to Chan he wouldn’t have even let you leave the bedroom.

Alas, you two had plans and you wouldn't allow Chan to skip his hyung’s birthday party, especially when the hyung is Seungcheol. So here you two are, in the middle of a rented out venue, celebrating Seungcheol’s birthday.

The issue with having you as girlfriend is that all of the boys adore you and Chan…well Chan is unfortunately a very jealous person.

His eye twitches as he watches you serve the cake to the boys, each of them shooting you big smiles, their hands lingering on yours a little too long as they take the plate from you. Twelve touchy men who are not Chan, having their hands all over someone who should be for Chan only…he’s not sure he’ll make it out of the night alive.

“Babe you want some?” Chan’s forced out of his fuming to see you staring at him, holding out a piece of cake. Chan smirks and stands, taking the plate and wrapping an arm around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah sure, thanks babe,” Chan says. You send your boyfriend a confused look but ignore him, brushing him off to dish out the rest of the cake.

“You know,” Joshua says as he stands up as well, “you really don’t have to be doing that. Here let me.” Joshua’s hand clasps around your wrist, sliding down to your hand to take the knife from you. He rests a hand on your back, his body a little too much in your personal space.

“Oh no Josh, I’m fine!” You assure him but Joshua persists.

“C’mon, let me do the rest. You just sit down and keep looking pretty okay,” Joshua tells you with a wink. 

You roll your eyes as you sit down, but Chan doesn’t miss the slight grin on your face and his eyes narrow at the man now serving the cake. Joshua either doesn’t notice, or pretends not to.

The rest of the night Chan can barely rest, too busy shooing his friends away from his girlfriend. Everytime Chan is able to turn one hyung away, a new one is all over you, and everytime Chan pushes them away, you give him a strange look. 

By the time the night is winding down, Chan is all fired up. His final breaking point is seeing Seungcheol hug you goodbye, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he does so. Chan’s eyes burn into your back, glaring at where Seungcheol’s hands rest in the small of your back.

As soon as Chan bids the eldest man goodbye, he quickly ushers you to the car where you look at him with exasperation.

“What has been wrong with you this whole night?” You ask.

“You! No, I’m sorry, not you. Well yes you, because you look so good in that dress and it’s driving me crazy, but everyone else! That’s what’s been wrong with me.”

“You have an issue…with your friends?”

Chan groans. He doesn’t understand how you don’t get it. “I have an issue with their hands all over you. You’re mine, they can get their own girlfriends.”

Chan knows he sounds childish, but he can’t help it. Not when he can’t get the image of Vernon’s hand on your arm or Soonyoung’s thigh brushing up against yours out of his mind.

“Chan,” you start, but Chan cuts you off.

“Do you know how good you look? I’ve been dying to ravish you since the moment you stepped out of the bedroom. And everyone’s had their hands all over you. Everyone but me. Isn’t that unfair, baby?” Chan’s body leans in closer to you as he talks, his voice dropping to a whisper at the end.

Without waiting for an answer, Chan starts to press kisses to your neck, each one lingering a little longer than the last. If you were to push Chan away right now and tell him to stop, he would start the car and drive you two back to your place no problem, but from the shuddered breath you take, Chan doesn’t think that’ll be the case. All it takes is for you to tilt your neck slightly to give Chan more access and he’s pouncing on you.

Chan doesn’t waste a moment connecting your lips, kissing you deeply. His hand slides over your clavicle, restings against your bare skin as his thumb grazes against your neck. You kiss him fiercely, a desperation hidden under it.

“Chan-” you gasp out, pulling away from your boyfriend. “I need you now, I can’t wait.”

Chan groans slightly, his cock stirring in his dress pants. A small part of him feels victorious as he reaches over to push your car seat back, giving him space to crawl over to the passenger side and lean your seat back. He gets to have you like this, needy and impatient in the venue’s parking lot, while the rest of his friends have to go home, alone.

Chan places a knee on the seat to brace himself as he leans down to kiss you harder, a hand cupped around the back of your neck, his fingertips playing at the hair on your nape. Your own hands fumble at his neck, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as well as you can with minimal focus. Your hips squirm in your seat until they connect with Chan’s knee, and you grind down, finally getting some relief to your aching core.

You start to whine as Chan trails his kisses down your throat and to your chest, his mouth on the top of the curve of your breast.

“Such a pretty girl,” Chan coos in between kisses. “In this sexy little dress, teasing me all night. Nobody could keep their hands off you, let alone their eyes.” Chan reaches up to push the thin straps of your dress down your arms, pushing the top of your dress down until your boobs are left bare.

Chan’s mouth is hot as he wraps his lips around your nipple, his tongue darting out to flick at the bud. Your body shivers, your back arching up slightly at the contact. Your hands fly up to grip at Chan’s strong shoulders, your fingers bunching up his dress shirt. Your hips grind down harder as you cry out.

“You’re so sensitive baby,” Chan mumbles against your skin. “Are you that worked up?”

“Yes,” you whine. “I need you so bad. Stop teasing me Channie.” 

Chan chuckles, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your jaw, before reaching down to unzip his pants. He pulls his cock out of his boxers, not bothering to fully take his pants off. You’re clearly not in the mood to wait for him to do so, and Chan would be lying if he said he wasn’t also dying to get inside of you.

You stare up at your boyfriend with hooded eyes as Chan jerks his length to full mast. He then reaches down, pushing your legs further apart so he can brush his fingers up against your clit. Your breath shudders at the feather light touch and you push your hips forward in hopes to gain more friction.

“Look how desperate you are for my cock,” Chan smirks. “You’re soaked, baby.”

“Chan,” you whine. 

Chan chuckles at you before pushing your panties to the side, not bothering to strip you either. He lines himself up, his tip sitting against your entrance.

“Chan just fuck me,” you beg.

“Not yet, baby. You gotta tell me what you know I wanna hear. Can’t you do that for me, doll?”

Chan is expecting some push back from you, but instead you quickly blurt out the words Chan’s been wanting to hear all night, “You’re the only one that matters. No one even exists when I have you. Don’t need anyone other than you and your cock, don’t want anyone other than you and your cock. I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, such a good girl,” Chan groans as he finally allows his hips to push forward, his cock sliding into your dripping pussy. You moan as you feel the stretch of your walls around his cock, your fingers once again gripping onto Chan.

Chan’s mind blanks out a moment, the pleasure of your warm, wet cunt squeezing him already too much for him to handle. With a deep breath Chan steadies himself and gets to work thrusting into you. Your legs clamp around his waist and he grips one of your thighs with a strong hand, holding you place as he slams into your cunt over and over again.

You reach up, tugging on Chan’s tie and pulling him down to connect your lips once more. Your lips pressed together drowns out your whimpers as Chan licks into your mouth, pushing his tongue into your mouth. The only sound filling up the car now being the wet squelch of Chan’s cock sliding in and out of your leaking cunt.

Chan pops his mouth off yours once more, moving his mouth to your neck where he starts to nip at your sensitive areas. “Fuck baby, your cunt is so tight. Squeezing the life out of me.”

“You feel,” you gasp in between your words, “so good Channie.”

Despite the dark night outside of the car, the street lights glowing through the fogged up windows gives Chan the perfect view of your fucked out face and the way your tits bounce with each thrust. You look fucking amazing, but Chan thinks you could look even better.

Without warning, Chan pulls out of you completely, and you let out a gasp that quickly turns into a whine. Chan pats your thigh, “Turn over.”

You quickly follow the command, turning over so your knees are braced on the seat and your face is pressed into the headrest, your hands clamped down on the shoulders of the seat. Chan hikes your dress up your back, revealing your pussy to him, and he lines himself up once more before slamming into you unceremoniously.

Your moans quickly resume as Chan plows into you, harder and faster this time. He grips your waist tightly, no doubt bruising you in the process. Chan’s tip hits against your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body, and he can feel the way your walls clench down on him. Chan can’t have you cumming just yet, though.

Your boyfriend reaches forward, his hand sliding over your throat as he leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear. “Can’t cum yet, doll. Not when you were being a bad girl tonight.”

“P-please,” you beg. “Let me cum. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Then you gotta say it baby. Let me hear it.” Chan’s fingers press a bit harder against your neck. 

“Fuck,” you whine. “I’m yours. All yours and only yours and nobody else’s. Nobody else can touch me when I have you.”

Chan grins and picks up the brutal pace of his hips. “That’s fucking right. You’re mine. They can all flirt with you and do whatever they want, but at the end of the day it’s my cock you’re being ruined on.”

“C-can I cum, please?”

“Are you gonna let me finish inside of you? Give you all my cum so I can knock you up and they can all see who you really belong to? Who this cunt belongs to?”

“Yes, yes!” You cry out. “Cum in me. Claim my pussy as yours.”

Chan groans, your words going straight to his cock. “Shit baby girl, cum all over my cock.”

At Chan’s words your cunt squeezes tightly around him, your walls pulsing against his cock as you reach your high. The feeling sends Chan over the edge as well, spilling his seed into you. His hand drops down from your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder, panting as his hips stutter inside you.

“Such a good girl,” Chan mutters. “Letting me breed her pretty pussy.”

When you two finally come down from your highs and Chan helps you clean up with some spare napkins in his glove box you two sit in the car, waiting for the windows to defog.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in this parking lot,” you mutter.

“You’re the one who begged me,” Chan says, not willing to take the blame for this one.

“Well it’s your fault for practically jumping me in a jealous fit of rage. You know the boys are only like that to rile you up,” you tell him.

“Yeah,” Chan admits, before smirking, “but are you really complaining about the outcome?” Chan’s eyes flick down to your lap, the knowledge that his cum is currently leaking out of your pussy into your panties present in both of your minds.

You blush and look away from him. “Just drive us home.”

Chan laughs, knowing that no, you’re not complaining at all.

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god… corruption kink with jason. he wants to be the one fucking you and making you make obscene noises. especially if reader is like really kind or sweet or something. he wants that all to himself and he wants to fuck you good.

especially if he’s really good friends with reader and you mention you’re a virgin. hed be thinking about that all night. he feels so bad about it— a guy like him shouldn’t want to ruin a pretty, innocent girl like you— but you’d look so pretty taking his cock.

-🧸

(ps. love the blog!! keep up the good work)

I can also make you a standalone w this premise if you’d prefer that

But in the meantime: ADDIND THE TO THE TATTOOARTIST!JASON UNIVERSE!!!! Part one here!

After that first time Jason met you, you two were inseparable. You could now just freely walk into Wayne Manor without anyone questioning it. The longest you two have gone without hanging out is 5 days over the past many months. That was a tough week. You have a drawer at his place (and it becomes a running joke) from the amount of times you have fallen asleep on his couch, but he always picks you up and puts you on his bed. It started one night when Jason had a nightmare and you cuddled him out of his panic and back to sleep. Since then, you just share the bed.

And it is killing Jason. He fell in love with you from the first day he met you, and you’re just so sweet. You hold his hand in public, even if you aren’t dating (don’t get him started on the press). You let him nap on you all the time. You massage his sore shoulders. You let him vent about his job when he has a bad client. He wants to be with you so bad, it’s killing him.

But Jason would do anything for you, including wait for you. He can wait. He will wait. He can do this.

You’re sitting on his couch, laying with your back against his chest. He has one arm over your torso and the other hand running through your hair. The TV is playing your favorite shitty sit-com, and Jason finds it so weirdly attractive that you’ve seen it a thousand times, but still laugh at all the dumb jokes. Sue him, it’s endearing. He isn’t much paying attention to the show, though; he’s too focused on you.

He zones back in when he hears the TV say the words “the first time is always the worst time” out of context. He can’t help himself, it’s funny. He thinks his joke is hilarious.

He smiles. “False. I’ve had much worse times than my first time.” He feels your laughter on his bare chest. A beat of silence. “What about you? Was your first the worst?” He figures you’ll agree, that’s probably why you didn’t respond: your first must have sucked.

“Actually I’m a virgin.” Jason really hopes you don’t hear or feel his heart beating against your head.

“Ok well what about a hand job?” Maybe that wasn’t the most platonic thing to ask, but fuck, Jason was really wanting to know how wide eyed you would be if he gave you a hand job. He could slip his hand into your waistband right now and-

You laugh. “That’s what she said. But, no, no one’s touched me but myself.” He sees your face go red.

His brain stops. “Nothin wrong that.” He wants to be your first. He wants it so bad. It’s all he can think about. He wants you sitting all pretty on his cock. Fuck.

He can’t stop his imagination. He’ll make your first the best you’ll ever have. But you’re so innocent and he really shouldn’t think about his friend this way… but fuck you’d look perfect taking his cock. You’d whine at the way it felt, all stretched out for the first time, and you’d ask him to hold your hand. He’d praise you all the way through, making sure to tell you how good you are for him, how good you feel. He’d make you feel so good, you’d be babbling nothing but nonsense and maybe his name. He’d watch all the thoughts disappear from your eyes as he made you feel so fucking good. He can’t get the image out of his head, of you whining for him as you take his cock.

He makes up some flimsy excuse about going to the bathroom before you can feel him hardening into your back. He gets up, goes to the bathroom and splashes water onto his face.

Fuck.

You’re so innocent and that shouldn’t turn him on more but his breathing is getting heavier. And he shouldn’t think about you, his friend, that way. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be turned on and thinking about fucking his closest friend. But how would you react? What little noises would you make when he touched your virgin clit? Would you moan as his fingers worked you open, so much longer, bigger than your own.

Fuck.

Part 3

[i99zhuo]

Could u make a routine inspired by kazuha ?

How to live like kazuha ⋆𐙚.ೃ⊹🩰°｡𓏲⋆𖦹 🦢₊˚ kazuhaism routine

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by le sserafim’s Kazuha! thanks for the request, hope you enjoy it!!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

(_ _ ) . . z Z⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚୨ :★: ୧ ∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊·

✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🎀 Kazuha starts her days by getting straight out of bed! You can take a few minutes just to think about your dreams or to meditate but after you're done get up without thinking so you avoid lazyness. After, head to the bathroom to do your hygiene routine (washing your teeth, face, body, etc.)

After you do your skincare, it's time for makeup, if i had to describe Zuha’s makeup in a few words i would use ‘natural’ ‘light’ and ‘clean’, even tho she uses as many products as other idols I've already talked about (brow pencil, eyeshadow, base makeup, contour, lashes, eyeliner, blush and lip tint), her makeup still pretty much simple, like just to enhance her natural features.

🧸Time to get dressed, Kazuha usually wears tops or basic t-shirts with baggy sweatpants, the colors she wears the most are white, black and gray. stylize the outfit with a beret or sunglasses!

Finally for breakfast, a good option is to have a sandwich with coffee, however any recipe that includes a lot of veggies in it will be ideal! 

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🩰 One of Zuha's favorite things is trying new things and showing progress! So always make sure to experiment with different study styles, techniques and resources. also, remember that progress is not about going from an F to an A, but about improving slowly and enjoying the path to your goals.

To learn and practice her Korean, Kazuha reviews vocabulary daily, using it on small phrases to memorize their meaning. As a visual learner, she also associates words with drawings and writes in her notebook often.

🥥 And to improve her English she usually practices talking with Yunjin. You can ask a friend to tutor you in any signature you feel you are lacking and make learning fun!

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🪷 Kazuha’s most famous charm is her healthy and beautiful body, as well as her flexibility. She workouts everyday in her dorm room, and has a lot of different workout routines, so I decided to make a schedule so you can try them all!

monday -> le sserafim workout (no jumps / low impact), Kazuha new abs workout and full body stretch.

tuesday -> le sserafim workout (short version), Kazuha upper body workout, stretch

wednesday -> le sserafim workout, Kazuha abs workout, stretch

thursday -> le sserafim workout, upper body workout, stretch

friday -> le sserafim workout, kazuha lower abs workout, stretch

saturday -> le sserafim (short), upper body, stretch

sunday -> le sserafim workout (no jumps / low impact), stretch 

🌷 Also, you can try and enroll in a ballet class, it's never too late to try!

✸ ꒰ shower + self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

Before taking your shower, take off your makeup with micellar water or an oil based cleanser. Then bath like you would normally do, but start your shower with lukewarm water and finish with a cold rinse!

🦢 Then use a soft foam cleanser to wash your face, let it air dry, and then use a gentle toner, calming ampoule and cream to set the moisture.

Now for self care, Zuha enjoys spending time doing diamond paintings or other kinds of diys, like decorating phone cases. She also videocalls her friends often in her free time, spending time with friends really helps with our mental health! You can also try and make little handmade gifts for your besties.

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🐩 Dinner time! eat a yogurt bowl with nuts and honey (or any toppings you like) and eat it while watching youtube videos.

After eating she takes her journal and writes about her day and her emotions, she tries to be as concise as possible so no matter if she’s tired or doesn't have time she's still able to reflect on her day!

👛 Then she does her last review on the things she's studying, doing this before going to sleep helps you remember it better.

If she's with the members she will obviously watch a scary movie and have fun with her friends before going to bed!

💋 Finally stretch a little in your bed to be more flexible, have a better posture and to help you to fall asleep faster!

Good night!

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Heyyy tysm for reading hope you liked it even if it was a little rushed!

I closed my request cus I kept getting them and I really want to focus on the ones that I already have hehe but don't worry I will re-open them once im done!

Also while making this I noticed it was really similar to the how to live like Yunjin I was making sooo idk if I should finish it or not, what do u guys think?

anyways I think that's all

toodlezzzzz!11!!1

[pablitogavii]

Holaa!!1)I wanted to say that I love your account,like im in love,and 2)just wanted to ask you if you can do something like "A day at the beach" with Pablo and his friends

Send you a lot of hugs💋💕🧸Have a good day/evening/night

I will incorporate this old request with a story I had in mind so I hope you like it anon <33 Also, congrats to Mikky and Frankie on the baby on the way!! SO CUTE!!

Baby Fever

We went to the beach to meet Mikky and Frankie after arriving to Barcelona a few days ago from vacation. I still remember Pablo's shocked face when he read Frankie's message about becoming a dad and his blushed cheeks when he told me the news.

Ever since I started dating Pablo, Mikky became my best friend and we spent a lot of times together from games to sleepovers when boys traveled so I knew before Frankie found out and I was really happy for her.

"Hey guys!!" you and Pablo walked to where they were on the beach and Pablo high fived Frankie while you hugged Mikky looking down at her not so small baby bump.

"Can I?" you asked politely knowing that not everyone is comfortable but she took your hand and placed it on her stomach making you smile wide. You haven't noticed Pablo looking at you while touching the stomach his heart letting when he saw your bright smile.

"How are you amiga?" you asked her as you both sat down and started chatting about everything that happened while you were not together while the boys went to the water chatting about their own things.

Pablo couldn't stop thinking about your hand on Mikky's stomach and that beautiful smile on your face. He couldn't stop imagining seeing you with the baby bump one day..carrying his child..and he just continued spiriling with those thoughts for the rest of the day.

"Um..hermano? Can I ask you something personal??" Pablo asked while he and Frankie were standing by the grill and the two of you left for a little walk by the water.

"Sure! What's up Pablo?" Frankie said noticing his friend getting a little shy about it but still determined to ask whatever was on his mind.

"When did you know that she was ready for it?" Pablo asked and Frankie chuckled a little at the youngster.

"Why? You want Y/n to give you a baby now??" he meant it as a joke but when he saw Pablo's cheeks getting redder he knew he hit the bullseye.

"Holy shit! You do! Then just talk to her..ask what she thinks about it. It's their choice because they have to go through it all and we are there to help with everything else" Frankie said and Pablo nodded listening careful to older man's advice.

"What are you guys talking about??" I asked after snaking my arms around Pablo's waist from behind wondering what got him so embarrassed. He rarely ever blushed so whatever it was made me curious.

"Nothing, amor! Let's set the table" Pablo said grabbing my hand and pulling me with him while carrying paper plates while Frankie and Mikky stayed behind together.

"Aren't they cute amor??" Pablo said watching Frankie put his hand on Mikky's stomach while kissing the top of her head. Pablo couldn't help imagining himself doing the same thing to me..and he wanted it to happen soon too!

"Mhm..so cute..but she is dealing with so much daily" I said noticing that Pablo's mood changed since then as it made him think it wasn't something I wanted.

"It was so much fun hanging with you guys today! Take care amiga and you better take care of them!" I said kissing both of them and Pablo did as well before we drove back home. Pablo was quiet the rest of the evening.

"Are you hungry Pablito?" I asked from the kitchen but he was still quiet while scrolling on his phone. Was he giving me a silent treatment??

"Pablo? Que pasa? You started acting all moody out of nowhere?" I sat next to him on the couch and he finally puts his phone away looking at me.

"I want you to give me.." he started but meeting my eyes he gulped not knowing how to properly say it or weather I would freak out once he does.

"I'll give you anything if that means I won't have to deal with moody Pablo anymore.." I chuckled not really thinking he had something very much serious in mind right now.

"A baby.." he finished his sentence and I sobered up raising my eyebrows while looking at him with a shocked face.

"Amor?" I said wondering weather he was joking or if I just heard him wrong..he wanted a baby?

"I know you don't want to have my baby..which is why I'm sad..because you're the only woman I want to have my baby..but it's your choice and I.." he started rambling and in order to shut him up from speaking nonsense I kissed him strongly.

"When did I say I didn't want to have your baby Pablo??" I ask after we pulled away and he gave me a big smile while pulling me onto his lap.

"So..so you want a baby too?? We can start making it right now!" he said kissing my neck but I pulled away knowing this is not something that should be rushed and had to be talked about first.

"Amor..we should talk about this first..having a baby is a big responsibility and something that shouldn't be rushed" I remind him

always being the voice of reason since he was very much impulsive.

"But..but..I want a baby..and I want to touch your bump like Frankie did with Mikky today!" he said with slightly blushing cheeks and you chuckled kissing his adorable face.

"Amor..they are older than us..and your season starts soon. We need to think about this before we make a decision..alright?" you say and he pouts making you sigh and kiss his bottom lip.

"I don't want to rush you princesa..I want you to be ready..and knowing that you want it too makes me happy..makes me excited for when we decide it is the right time" he spoke and you smiled nodding your head and kissing his lips lovingly.

"But I think it's adorable that you have a baby fever Pablito.." you tease him making him blush more and kiss your neck while holding you close.

"I just know you will be an amazing mom..and I can't stop thinking about you with a belly with my baby inside of you"he said into your skin and you felt yourself getting turned on by those thoughts as well.

"Amor.." you started grinding on him and he smirked holding your hips against his bulge and getting closer to his ear.

"Who has a baby fever now princesa??" he said making your face completely red while carrying you to your shared bedroom ;))

[fallingdownhell]

hiii, can i be called 🧸 anon?

i'm new to your page and really liked some of your works! especially the "when your sister is the favoured child" one! i hope it's not too much to ask, i don't think I saw a rule against it in your rq rules, but could you make a part to for it with kaeya, dainsleif, and baizhu, if it's not too much of a bother?

i completely understand if you can't and i would say more about it but this request is already getting way to long, heh.

have a good day/night/evening !

Definitely! Gonna do my best with it as always!

Characters Included: Kaeya; Dainsleif; Baizhu

Content: gender neutral reader; reader has a sister; jealousy themes; slight cursing; estranged relationship with family; metions of cheating; mentions of assault

Word count: 4k words

Thanks for your request, 🧸- anon! Hope you enjoy<3

Kaeya

Having a relationship was never really a top priority for Kaeya or on his "To-do-list" at all.

It was more or less coincedence that he stumbled upon you, continued to have conversations that evolved into dates, which, in the end, led to the two of you to start dating.

He expected it, but it was a welcome turn of events for him. Kaeya never knew how much he actually enjoyed the domestic side of a relationship. He loved coming home to you after his work was done, he adored how you spoiled him with your cooking if you were home earlier than him.

Everything about your relationship just seemed so natural and right to him, like something he would never want to miss out on again. And he was sure that he would never get something as special as this with any other person.

You were the only one for him. At least, in his eyes. But even having said all that, it‘s still hard for him to open up about his past and what he has experienced in the past. It‘s not that he doesn‘t trust you or that he doesn‘t want to open up… he just feels like it‘s never the right time or he just doesn‘t know how to talk about it, since the one time he did do it didn‘t end too well for him.

You have a general idea though, as he told you very basic stuff that he feels comfortable with. But even then, you never pressure him to open up to you, and he can‘t even begin to tell you how much he appreciates you for that. It‘s hard for him, so he needs some time to figure himself out before he can openly talk to you about everything.

Likewise, he would never pressure you to talk or open up about a topic that you don‘t feel comfortable sharing with him yet. After all, that would be quite hypocritical of him if he were to do that..

Like you, he has a general idea though, about the stuff that weighs on you. You told him little pieces about your past, mostly that your childhood wasn‘t the best which was the reason why you weren‘t having much contact with your family, especially your older sister. And he‘s fine with that. Kaeya is sure that you had your reasons for that decision, after all, he can imagine that it wasn‘t one lightly made.

Which is why it surprises him all the more when one evening, you ask him if he wanted to meet your family.

Apparently, your mom caught wind about you dating the cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonius and now, she wanted to officially meet him, have him meet your family to introduce everyone.

Kaeya is honestly pretty indifferent about this. „As long as you want to. I don‘t mind whatever you want to do. It‘s your family after all.“

After thinking about it for a few days, you decide that you want to give them a chance, giving them the opportunity to meet your boyfriend and maybe, if all goes well, let them more into your life again.

So, after some back and forth, it was decided to meet over lunch at your parent‘s home. As the meeting came closer each passing day, you grew more and more nervous, while Kaeya remained calm as always. He really didn‘t have too many doubts, knowing that you loved each other, and that was all that mattered. No matter what opinion your parents might have of him, it won‘t change that fact, so what could they possibly do?

And now, the day was finally here, and you were nervous. Your mind was filled with doubt, thinking that maybe you made the wrong decision. Kaeya tried his best to reassure you, even telling you that neither of you had to go if you didn‘t feel comfortable, but you still wanted to see it through. „If things get too out of hand, we‘ll just leave, okay?“, you said to him, offering a way out to which he obviously agreed.

Actually meeting your parents wasn‘t all that bad to be honest. The first hour or so was going by really good, you were all having a good time and Kaeya seemed to be getting along well with your mother and father.

That was, until the front door opened again and in came your older sister. Kaeya immediately noticed how the energy in the room shifted, but decided not to comment on it.

He planned on standing up up going over to introduce himself to her, but immediately thought differently as soon as she opened her mouth. Upon seeing you, she instantly started to boss you around, giving you tasks to do even though you and him were the guests here. It almost seemed like she was treating you like her personal slave.

„What are you waiting for, get to it already, you slowpoke!“, she started to insult as you didn‘t move to do as she said, which seemed to irritate her.

„Darling, please? Can‘t you help your sister out a bit since you‘re already here?“, your mom then chimed in. Kaeya was speechless as he witnessed this. He was about to say something, but then he felt your hand on top of his and as he looked at you, you softly shook your head at him.

Then you got up and did what your sister demanded asked of you, which irritated your boyfriend even more. But per your request, he kept his mouth shut, but did keep a close eye on you.

He watched as for the like next ten minutes, your sister continued to berate you, insulted you even, while your parents didn‘t seem to care about that at all. In fact, they cheered her on from time to time, especially when they were comparing the both of you and how much better your sister was apparently doing, unlike you.

„Honestly, I don‘t know why this guy is even dating you. Look at you, you have nothing to offer to him! I bet he‘s just with you out of pity. Maybe he lost a bet and has to do this now, but he can‘t be dating you of his own free will. That‘s ridiculous!“, you sister laughed as she berated you again, your parents laughing right along with her.

And Kaeya has heard enough at this point. He clearly saw how hard you were gripping onto the nearest surface, knowing you had to be holding back tears at this point. All eyes were turning to him as he suddenly stood up from the table, looking over each of them slowly.

„I won‘t stand for this disrespect of my partner any longer. Up until know, I was wondering why (Name) didn‘t have much contact with their family, but I‘m starting to understand now. This is your own child you are treating so horribly. I honestly can‘t believe you‘re able to treat them that way.“

He walked over to you and gently took your hand as he led you towards the front door.

„We‘ll be taking our leave now. Thank you for the invitation, but I can promise you, you‘ll never hear from either of us ever again.“

And with that, he walked out the door with you, no protest to be heard from any of them. The walk back to your shared home was quiet as you were trying to hold back, to not break down in public still while Kaeya focused to get you both back as quickly as possible.

As soon as you were in the comfort of your own home, your dam broke down, tears started to flow uncontrollably. Kaeya held you through it all, gently stroking your hair and back, whispering sweet words into your ear.

One time, when you were calm enough to form some sentences, you just looked at him with a blank expression as you said „Thank you.“

He just smiled at you and kissed your forehead, continuing to hold you. You might not have the best relationship with your blood related family, but he would make damn sure that you would never miss anything from this point forward…

Dainsleif

Managing a relationship with Dainsleif is definitely easier said than done. Most of the time, he is gone, travelling all over Teyvat without telling you what he was actually looking for.

It‘s not easy but the two of you somehow manage to pull it off. Neither of you is exactly aware how this works, but you‘re both glad that it does. Maybe, you sometimes like to think, maybe there is no big reason or solution to anything at all. Maybe, just loving each other was enough for it to somehow work out.

Because, dating Dainsleif and just being with him feels… just right to you. Like it was always meant to be that way. Like to pieces of a puzzle that only work with each other, no second thoughts about it.

Ironically, he felt the exact same way about this relationship. For far too long had he wandered the lands of Teyvat all by himself. Though he longed for companionship, he never, not in his wildest dreams, had thought it possible to find a lover for himself. But after meeting you, it felt like there was finally meaning to his life again.

He wouldn‘t go so far as to claim that he „only waited for you his entire life“, those were lies told in fairytales to little kids. But loving you just came natural to him and just felt right. And he could only hope that, starting with you, his life would finally take a turn for the better again.

Dainsleif has actually come clear to you about everything about him pretty early on in the relationship. He didn‘t dump everything on you right at the beginning, but he also didn‘t want to wait too long with it, fearing that your feelings for him would take a turn for the bad were he to withhold this from you. You were bound to find out sooner or later, and he wanted to be the one to tell you everything, on his own terms.

Surprisingly to him, you took it quite well. He was not expecting that, but was pleasantly surprised with that outcome. Another thing that he didn‘t expect was for you to open up to him as well. Up until this one evening, you‘ve never really talked about your past or your childhood, but now you were. And what he heard made his heart break for you.

You told him about how, growing up, your baby sister was always favoured by your parents.

It would start out small. When your parents denied you a toy you wanted only to spend that money on your sister instead. How every time time your sister broke something, it got blamed on you and you had to take the punishment for it. How you were burdened with all the household chores while your sister was lazying around the entire day, doing nothing.

It would grow into your parents and other family forgetting about your birthday. They never bothered to congratulate you, much less buy you a gift on your special day. Meanwhile, your sister got showered in presents every year, large parties with all her friends were thrown in her name.

All of that led to your own sister starting to bully you. Your parents never believed you when you told them about it. After all, their dear angel could never do something like that. She was too innocent for something so lowly like that.

Which only enabled her to do even worse things to you. Even after she switched to physically attacking you, your parents still defended her, so the bullying never stopped. It got worse and worse the older you both got, yet your parents always took her side even if they were directly witnessing the abuse. But what else could they do? They praised your sister into the sky to every person they met, she was the pride of your parents, so they simply turned a blind eye to her missbehaviour.

The final straw was when you caught her in bed with your then boyfriend. She seduced him, getting him to cheat on you since she couldn‘t stand the thought of you having a relationship when she didn‘t have one. You were heartbroken when you found out, crying and telling your parents about it, hoping they would finally come to realize how much of a monster your sister truly was.

Yet, they took her side again, defending her actions. Telling you that the boy was a much better fit for her than he would ever be for you, completely disregarding your own feelings.

That was the point where you decided you wanted nothing to do with any of them anymore. As soon as you were able to do so, you left your home and never looked back. You cut all contact with them, moved to a different nation altogheter to minimize the risk of running into them.

Dainsleif sat there and listened to your story, just as you had done for him moments prior. He could tell that you had a hard time talking about it, so he did his best to make you feel safe with him, gently holding your hand, reassuring you that he was here with you. It did comfort you greatly and appreciate his silent support.

Then, sometime later, he had returned from one of his travels again. He noticed immediately that something was wrong with you, yet you refused to talk to him about it. It took him some time and gently reassurance, but he eventually got it out of you.

Apparently, while he was gone, you had recieved a letter from your parents. You had no idea how they had found you, but you were scared. You cut contact with them for a reason, you didn‘t want anything to do with them. The whole reason of you moving to a different nation was so that they would never be able to find you again. But they somehow did find you…and it scared you to no end.

Dainsleif wasn‘t sure how to best go about this situation. When asked, you told him that you didn‘t want to leave behind this life you build for yourself, yet you also never intended to ever meet with your family again.

For now, the letter was simply to be ignored, hoping that no further ones were to arrive ever again. But if they did, he promised you to pay a visit to your family… a nice little „talk“ never hurt anyone, right?

But for now, your comfort was his first priority. So, he went out and got you your favourite food. While eating, he made sure to say glued to your side, always making physical contact with you in some way, shape or form to remind you that he was here with you and that you didn‘t have to deal with that all on your own. Wether that be holding your hand, placing an arm around your waist, brushing your cheek, stroking your back, you name it. He is willing to do everything in his power to make you feel better.

Afterwards, he picks you up and carries you into the bedroom, where he cuddles you the entire night. Wether you fall asleep in his arms or stay awake the night with him, he keeps whispering sweet words into your ear, telling you how much he loves you, that you are the only one for him, that he‘ll never leave you, no matter what. Everything that comes to his mind, he just says it, hoping that it brings you comfort while being held close to his chest.

Dainleif is absolutely whipped for you. Your comfort and well-being is and will always be his number one priority. Everything he has to do, he will do without a second of hesitation. No matter what you ask of him, he will fulfill your every wish just to make you happy…

Baizhu

Baizhu is a very caring person in a relationship. Even though he has to be away from time to time due to unpredictable work hours, he always tries to make up for it to you right away.

He tries to spoil you the best he can, every single chance he gets. He cares for you, always asks about your day, tries to spend as much time with you as possible, just overall very attached to you.

And it‘s the same for you, honestly. You love to look after and care for him, especially when he puts himself on the line for his patients again. You, along with Chansheng, always tell him to be more careful and look out for himself. You‘ve often scolded him, yet he always does it again. You get him, but still, you wished he would look out for his own health a bit more.

For Baizhu, loving you came easy to him. It wasn‘t some big thing that felt like a responsibility, like a chore he had to complete. It was just natural to care and look after you, like you had always been there by his side, always with him throughout his entire life. He already noticed this as he was only getting to know you, but didn‘t talk about it to you since he thought it to be weird this early on.

Yet for you, it was much the same. Like you had known him your entire life but only know did you realize that you were missing each other.

Though it wasn‘t always easy. As Baizhu soon learned, you had some issues from past events, mostly related to your childhood, but some also happening more recently.

Even though it felt so natural between the two of you, it still took some time for you to completely trust and open up to him about certain things from your past. Now that you looked back at it, you felt silly for worrying about his reaction, but back then, it was a valid fear of yours. After all, many people would leave someone over less, not many are willing to deal with a partner who‘s gone through than much shit in life already.

And yet, he never judged you for it, always offered you his support and reassurance. When you first opened up about your assault, it was very difficult for you. Despite your family, he was the only other person you have ever told about this. It was hard talking about it, but his gentle smile and the carresses of his hand on your back gave you the comfort you needed to continue talking.

When asked about your family, you told him that you pretty much had no contact with them anymore, except for an occaissonal letter every other month or so. But you were fine with that. And as long as you were okay with that, that‘s all he could ask for. He might not know the details of what happened between you and your family, but he also didn‘t want to pressure you into telling him.

However, when one day a letter arrived from your parents with the request to see you again and meet your boyfriend, you were perplexed. You had no idea how they were aware of your relationship situation, but you also didn‘t want to think too much about it. After all, Baizhu was pretty well known within Liyue, it was possible that people talked about the two of you and your parents just so happened to catch wind of this.

You thought about their request for quite some time and in the end, with confirmation from your boyfriend, agreed to meet with them over dinner in one of Liyue Harbors many restaurants.

You were quite nervous to see your parents and your sister again after such a long time, but the same could also be said about Baizhu, who would be meeting your parents for the first time. Even though the relationship with your mother and father might not be the best, he still wanted to give them a good impression of him, reassuring them that you were in good hands and that he was taking care of you.

When you two arrived at the restaurant, your parents and sister were already there, seated at the table and waiting for your arrival. Once they spotted you, your mother waved you over. She then stood up and pulled you into a hug which you awkwardly returned after your initial shock. Your father simply gave you a nod while your sister smiled at you. You smiled back, taking a seat next to Baizhu after you introduced him to your family.

The first few minutes went by uneventful, everyone settled into comfortable conversation, questions were asked and answers were given, until the waiter came and took everyones order for the evening. Once he was gone, everything went downhill from there.

„So, Baizhu.. I hear you run the pharmacy here in the Harbor.“

„Indeed I do.“

„That‘s very impressive. And at your age as well! You certainly already achieved more than (Name) ever could!“

That comment didn‘t sit right with Baizhu at all. And he saw by the way you shrinked a bit into your seat that you were feeling uncomfortable as well.

„…Excuse me?“, he asked, a smile on his lips, but his voice was dripping with venom.

„(Name) always was very stubborn. They were supposed to take over the family business. Always refused, saying it wasn‘t what they wanted from life. As if they have any idea about what they want from life in the first place. Marrying them off was almost impossible. And after their little escapade, their… unfaithful incident, no one wanted to be married to them anymore.“

Every word your father spoke you shrunk more into yourself, feeling more and more uncomfortable as Baizhu‘s resentment for this man grew more and more. How dare he talk about his significant other in that disrespectful way. You were his own child, god damn it!

„Honestly, that child never did anything right. You could have really taken an example from your sister, (Name). Younger than you but she always does as she‘s told. You were always the difficult one. You should have-!“

„With all due respect Sir, but please shut up!“, Baizhu then interrupted, still smiling, but his tone was far from friendly. Everyone looked at him in shock at his words, including you.

„..What did you just say to me?“, your father asked, getting mad at being interrupted in such a rude way.

„I said to shut up. I don‘t think I speak that unintelligibel, do I? But I‘ve listened to enough. I won‘t stand for how you talk about my partner, your child, any longer. I see now why they chose not to have contact with you anymore. Such an environment can‘t be good for anyone and I‘m glad they made it out of there.“

Standing up from the table, Baizhu looked at you as he extended his arm for you, waiting for you to take it. You glanced over at your parents one more time before taking his hand and standing up as well. Your family only looked after you, too stunned by the situation to actually say anything to that. But it‘s not like either of you would have waited for a response from them.

As soon as you were out the restaurant, you sucked in a deep breath of fresh air. Glad that you were able to escape the situation, but it also left you hurt from the words your father spoke about you, and the way your mother so eagerly nodded along to everything your father said. It hurt to see that after all this time, nothing had really changed.

„Are you alright?“

„Yeah… Yes, I am. Thank you“, you mumbled softly, looking down at your feet.

„What for, exactly?“, Baizhu asked, genuinely confused on why you were thanking him.

„For standing up for me. No one‘s ever done that for me before.“

Hearing that, his heart both swelled and broke at the same time. He smiled as he gently placed a hand on your cheek, carressing it with his thumb. „For you, gladly. And I would do it all over again the next time, as well. You are the most important thing to me, never forget or doubt that, even for a second.“

[yxlnst]

Hello! i hope youre having a great day/night

I’ve recently read your fics and i do truly love them, i was here to request something if you dont mind. Feel free to ignore this if its uncomfortable for you!!

I honestly LOVE heavy angst but fluff at the end lmao, could you maybe write something rreeallllyyy angsty with jun, but with a fluff ending? I can’t really come up with good ideas tbh, but maybe a huge argument? Honestly i dont know i just cope with these stuff so anything is fine lol.

Thank you so much if youre seeing this!! Have a great day/night

ofc!! And thank youu aswell, also if the story was not what you had in mind please tell me!! Now lets focus on the ff :DDD

Rebuilding Us

idol!Jun x reader!Y/n

Angst + Fluff

🧸 Word count 🧸 : 664

🎀 Summary : Argument drives you and Jun apart. Reconciliation brings the two of you back together stronger.

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Jun stood in the living room, tension crackling in the air like a live wire. You had been arguing for hours, and now, exhaustion and frustration were beginning to take their toll.

"I just don't understand why you can't see it from my perspective!" Jun's voice was raised, his usual calm demeanor shattered by the intensity of the argument.

You crossed your arms, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. "And I don't get why you're always so quick to dismiss my feelings! It's like you don't even care!"

His eyes softened for a brief moment before the anger flared up again. "That's not fair, and you know it. I care more than you realize, but this—" he gestured between the two of you, "this is tearing us apart."

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken words and hurt. You both stood there, breathing heavily, trying to process everything that had been said. The emotional distance between you seemed insurmountable.

"I just… I need some space," you finally whispered, the words cutting through the tension like a knife. "I can't keep doing this."

Jun's face fell, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerability behind his anger. "So, what? You're just going to walk away?" His voice was quiet now, laced with pain.

You turned away, unable to look at him. "I don't know, Jun. Maybe we both need time to figure things out."

As you walked to the door, you heard him sigh deeply. "I don't want to lose you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't keep fighting like this either."

You paused, your hand on the doorknob, and looked back at him. The sight of him, standing there with a mixture of desperation and sadness, made your heart ache. "I need to think," you said softly. "I hope you understand."

Days passed, and the space between you and Jun felt like a chasm. You missed him terribly, but the arguments had left scars that were slow to heal. One evening, as you sat on the couch, lost in thought, your phone buzzed with a message.

Y/n can we talk? I miss you.

You hesitated, your heart racing. After a few moments, you typed back a simple reply.

Okay.

That night, you met at the park where you had shared so many happy memories. Jun was already there, pacing nervously. When he saw you, he stopped, his expression a mix of hope and fear.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," you replied, equally nervous.

There was a long silence before Jun spoke again. "I've been thinking a lot about what you said. About how I dismiss your feelings. You're right. I was so caught up in my own frustrations that I didn't really listen to you."

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding. "I wasn't fair either. I should have tried to understand where you were coming from instead of just getting defensive."

Jun stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. "I don't want to fight anymore. I want us to work through this. Together."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. "Me too. I hate being apart from you, Jun."

He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "I love you. More than anything. Let's not give up on us."

A tear slipped down your cheek as you squeezed his hand. "I love you too. Let's start over."

Jun pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he was afraid to let go. The warmth of his embrace felt like coming home. In that moment, all the pain and anger melted away, replaced by the promise of a fresh start.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy. But as long as you had each other, you were ready to face anything together.

The night sky above was clear, the stars shining brightly as if celebrating your reunion. And as you walked hand in hand, you both knew that the love you shared was stronger than any argument, ready to face whatever came next, together.

[huhustuff]

you could do more arthur fluff HC’s like when you’re actually dating!!xx

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐓𝐯 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐)

🍦🧸💨

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Just wants to be close to you sometimes. And if you are busy he is happy to just be near you while you do your thing. For example when you’re talking with a friend or a family member on the phone whilst lying down Arthur will come and lie down, face on your stomach so that he doesn’t bother you, but can satisfy his craving for your presence. If you start absent-mindedly running your hand through his hair he might just purr. 

Talking of hair. Arthur’s hair is especially fluffy in the morning and you have to hold yourself back from touching it every time. Until he tells you that he likes his hair played with it. From then on it is fair gameeee. 

Appreciates little, random things about you. From little gestures you do when you are nervous to your favorite type of flowers, birds, sweets etc. Once told you that your handwriting was adorable and almost triggered cute aggression in you.   

Watching some “90-day Fiance” episodes with him for his youtube videos. Arthur finding it humorous to see how flabbergasted you were by some of the behaviors of the people on the show.  

Being used to him making outrageous jokes about people randomly. But even after a long time, he does not do the same thing to you. First, you’re like aww, but then, you kinda want him to go off. 

Lowkey setting jokes up for him, but Arthur never takes the bait. 

After a period of time he understands what you’re trying to do, so now he will not make direct jokes at you because it does not feel right to him, but also because he is a little stubborn like that.

Having that awkward period when both of you are somewhat aware it is not just a friendship between yall, but also not knowing what else it is. And when friends would ask about it either of you would just have to shrug your shoulders.

When the two of you are an actual thing, it would be so fun to see people trying to figure out if you and Arthur were dating or not. Knowing that hiding it would be a useless effort you would tease them a little instead.

Thrilled to hear you talk about your childhood, family, and your home along with the culture it withholds. They all shaped you into the person you are today, the person he adores so much. So automatically Arthur wants to hear all about them. 

And loving your voice makes him enjoy it even more.

Incase you are worrying or contemplated about something Arthur would always try to help you if you let him. Very good at listening and even better at giving advice.

You do not know how he does it, but every time he manages to make you feel better just with his words.

Likes to give you back hugs, but if you do the same. ahahahahaha. Butterflies breed like wildfire in his stomach. And then you have the audacity to kiss his shoulder and ask him if he is okay. Bro would fold in a millisecond. 

Him getting teased by his mates.

HAND! HOL-DING! From the first date to the end of our days. Arthur and you will be connecting those hands as if it's a 6th sense the two of you have developed. 

Down to indulge in that aesthetic couple type of life. Going on a cute little picnic and laying next to each other under the sun after (on that one day a year when it is sunny in Britain).

Visiting cozy cafes early in the morning. 

Stargazing. Arthur probably knows weirdly a lot about the stars as well. 

Actually falling in love with him lmao.

Being with him just feels right. Before relationships seemed so complicated, commitment and the constant fear of losing the person you love to the relationship seemed to be worries left in the past. 

Being loved by Arthur feels like a Lana del Ray song (but he isn’t 17 years older than you-).

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Hope you enjoyed these headcanons and that you have a wonderful day or night 💫!!

[leejeongz]

could you write a cuddling with enhypen like the treasure post please🧸💛

🫧 cuddling with enhypen 🫧

pairing: boyf!enhypen x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

𓆉 heeseung

⋆ resting on his chest in silence, your legs are intertwined, warming each other up, you look up but he’s already looking down, admiring you and thinking about how lucky he is to have you

⋆ having your head on his shoulder, your lips brushing against his neck as butterflies flutter around in his tummy

⋆ the biggest smile on his face whenever someone catches you two cuddling because he’s just proud that he can call you his and that other people know it !

⋆ you can disagree with me all you want but this man loves being the little spoon

⋆ you wrap your arm over him and he pulls it tighter after kissing your hand gently, he adores falling asleep like that

⋆ but he loves holding you just as much, he just wants to be close to you and he wants you to know how much he loves you without always needing to say it.

⋆ innocently sitting on his lap. enough said.

other members under the cut

𓆉 jay

⋆ laying your head on his chest, his arm swooped across your back with his hand on your shoulder

⋆ his thumb rubs against your shoulder in an incrediblyyy comforting way, you can only focus on that feeling and you soon forget all the bad things that happened that day

⋆ you’re in the perfect place for him to sneak a kiss on the crown of your head and he always compliments how good you smell

⋆ every night you spoon and talk about your day, you’re the little spoon most of the time because you have a lot to say and you don’t want to literally talk his ear off

⋆ tiny little “hmm”s in your ear so that you know he’s still listening

⋆ when you’re super comfortable with each other, jay rests his head on the back of your legs/butt just because it’s comfy lmao

𓆉 jake

⋆ holding hands while you're sat next to each other, until your head drops to his shoulder, then he sneakily manages to free his hand so that he can wrap his arm over your shoulders and tuck you in closer to him

⋆ playing with his hair as he lays in your lap, he always lets you know that he’s happy with a quiet hum or maybe even a giggle if you’re doing ur playfully

⋆ both of you laying on the floor, his arm under your head after you just got done having a shared fit of giggles. occasionally a little laugh slips out of your mouth, causing him to turn and look at you with a huge grin on his face

⋆ footsie under the covers, you give in because you know that you’ll never win against jake, and instead give him a peck, starting a battle of who can give the last peck.

𓆉 sunghoon

⋆ snuggles when you’re cold, his arm draped over your shoulder or back and quickly rubbing your arm up and down in hopes it will warm you up as your chin jitters against his chest

⋆ letting you rest your head in his lap, but he gets super embarrassed and shy when his tummy gurgles so he has to get up and make himself busy to forget that you heard it

⋆ he has so many pictures of just your forehead on his phone, where you’ve somehow drifted off to sleep and accidentally fell onto his shoulder, or his chest, or his arm, or even his leg

⋆ sleepy kisses, your lips barely touching but it’s enough to wake sunghoon up. his hand finds your waist and pulls you in closer to him, close enough for him to kiss you properly.

⋆ i know this guy loves cuddling with you just because it gives you a chance to feel his body and compliment him on how well the gym is paying off

𓆉 sunoo

⋆ sunoo gets butterflies whenever you cuddle, 1 month into the relationship or 10 years, he’s an absolute wreck for your cuddles

⋆ legs locked together, whether you’re sitting opposite each other or lying next to each other, you’re always tangled in the others’ limbs

⋆ laying face to face before you drift off to sleep, you’re not touching, but you feel safe and loved

⋆ most of the time, sunoo asks you before resting his head on your shoulder, but if he’s too sleepy, he’ll just do it and shut his eyes for a few minutes before asking “is this okay?”

⋆ and while his head is there, your hand is in his, maybe interlocking them, or he’s playing with your fingers, or throwing your hand around playfully.

⋆ arms wrapped around your torso while you work, a pout on his face as he makes no attempt to stop being needy for attention

⋆ guys i hate to say it but i think sunoo is the type of guy to compare his hand size with you while he’s laying against your chest because he thinks his hands are way bigger than yours

⋆ and then finds out that actually his hands are way smaller than yours 😭

𓆉 jungwon

⋆ you lying on top of him on the sofa, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist, the other playing with your hair or rubbing your upper back

⋆ or maybe even drawing patterns with his fingers, writing sneaky i love you’s or just your name over and over

⋆ his head sleepily falling to your shoulder whenever you’re near him, he wakes up kinda shy, blushing and never mentions it again

⋆ the middle of summer, there’s a thousand fans on as well as the AC but jungwon is still insisting on you holding him after you wake up before you get up for work because he doesn’t want to waste a single moment of peace

⋆ oh and don’t even think about getting up at a normal time when you have a day off because jungwon will be holding you hostage in that bed until about mid afternoon

⋆ gets kinda upset when you use your phone while you’re cuddling, so he lets out a small “excuse me,” in the cutest tone.

𓆉 niki

⋆ resting between his legs with your arms hooked around them and your head on his chest as you watch a film so you both get the best view of the screen

⋆ only, he’s actually just contemplating if he should lean down and kiss you on your cheek the whole time

⋆ always the big spoon.

⋆ falling asleep to the sound of his breathing, only for him to accidentally wake you up again when his arms squeeze you tighter

⋆ he just wants you under his arm every second of every day, like he cannot bear to see you anywhere but next to him

⋆ still manages to cuddle with you when your sick (he complains a little but doesn’t mean it), and sometimes he secretly hopes you get him sick too so that you have to cuddle him next

⋆ niki will never not be caught teasing you, so of course he’ll make out like cuddling is always your idea and that he was very reluctant (he wasn’t, he threw himself at you every time)

[fairyniceyeah]

⌛🐿️🧸 Day 16: Toxin/Poison

@sicktember

Summary: “Are you feeling okay, Jongho?” Jongho wondered what prompted the question. Hadn’t he just established that he was fine and enjoying the tour a lot?

CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness

Sickie(s): Hongjoong + Jongho  Caretaker(s): Seonghwa + Yeosang

“Are you feeling okay, Jongho?”, Hongjoong asked as they entered the hotel again.

As tradition dictated Hongjoong would invite a member to dinner each week in order to give them some captain-member bonding time and the possibility to just speak as two individuals not members of the same group. It was greatly appreciated by all of them and tradition was never broken - not even on tours. So Jongho counted himself very lucky that it was his week when they were in LA of all places and Hongjoong had chosen a really good seafood restaurant.

Jongho wondered what prompted the question. Hadn’t he just established that he was fine and enjoying the tour a lot?

“I’m fine, hyung”, he replied, “just tired. You know how it is.”

“That is true”, Hongjoong said, interrupting himself half-way through the sentence with a yawn. “Well, see you tomorrow, I guess. Sleep well, good night.” 

“Good night, hyung. Rest”, Jongho replied and trudged to the next room, the one he shared with Seonghwa. For a moment he watched as Hongjoong fumbled with the keycard reader, the captain known for losing his card or generally always having issues with it, but he got into the room he shared with Yeosang easily. Jongho waved and entered his room.

Seonghwa was sitting on his bed, freshly showered and hair still dripping a bit, reading on his phone. 

“Hey, Jongho-yah, how was dinner?”

“Very good”, Jongho said, “you done in the bathroom? I want to take a shower too.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

Once Jongho had cleaned up himself he fell into bed easily. He was exhausted, so much was true. Concert tours were always draining, like he had told Hongjoong earlier. Going to sleep early wasn’t a luxury they had on most days and so, after talking quietly with his oldest hyung for a bit, Jongho dropped off into sleep easily.

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Sleep didn’t hold for long. A glance on his phone revealed that it was only two hours he had slept. As he became more aware he noticed that Seonghwa was talking rapidly on the phone with somebody. 

Jongho was about to tell his hyung where he could stick the device in the middle of the night, when Seonghwa ended the call with a concerned: “Don’t worry, Sang-ah. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Wha’ ‘s go’n on?”, Jongho slurred, body more asleep than brain.

“Hongjoong isn’t feeling well, Yeosang just called me”, Seonghwa explained, running his hand through his hair, silhouette barely visible in the low light coming in through the curtains. “I’m gonna go see how I can help. Go back to sleep.”

“Hm, okay”, Jongho said, turning onto his other side. Maybe he should be a bit more worried about his captain and hyung but as he had pointed out earlier, tours were draining. He was so tired and he certainly didn’t want to get up if Seonghwa and Yeosang had it under control. 

Seonghwa slipped out of the room soon after and Jongho tried to fall back asleep. Now, however, as the opportunity presented itself, he couldn’t. He was so hot. Sweat was making the sheets cling to his body. Damn him for drawing Seonghwa as his roommate - his mat-hyung was a cool roommate normally but he was well known for liking warm temperatures. Why had he turned the A/C off? They were in California after all. 

The maknae fumbled a bit to stick his legs out under the blanket, hoping that like turning his pillow around, it would cool him down. It did. He shivered. Great. He just wanted to be comfortable, damn it.

Jongho had nearly fallen back asleep, already barely awake, when the door opened again.

“Hyung?”, Jongho asked.

“Hi, Jongho-yah”, Yeosang greeted with a sigh, “sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay”, Jongho assured him, now wide-awake again, and turned onto his back. “I wasn’t asleep, I think. What are you doing here? How is hyung?”

“Hongjoong-hyung said he felt nauseous earlier and went to sit in the bathroom just in case. He really didn’t look good, I have never seen him that pale. Told me to stay away and wouldn’t let me come in or call anybody for help”, Yeosang explained, sounding exhausted. “Next thing I know I am waking up to the lovely sound of puking. He refused to let me in, so I called Hwa-hyung to deal with him.”

“Oh, damn.” Illnesses on tours were always the worst. Jongho still had vivid nightmares of the time Yunho had the stomach flu in Madrid. That had not been fun at all with the heat, the older feeling like he had been dying. Jongho had been quarantined with his then-roommate, trying to help him and yet wishing he was with all the other members chilling at the pool during the day. He wished that fate on nobody, least of all on his hard-working captain.

“Yeah. Are you feeling okay? You were out eating with him, if this is food poisoning…”

Oh, please. No. It would however explain why Hongjoong had asked earlier how Jongho was feeling. Maybe he had already been feeling off back then. Jongho didn’t though, so he was fine.

Jongho felt fine, didn’t he? A bit hot but that was to be expected if one shared rooms with Park Seonghwa.

“I feel fine”, he assured Yeosang. 

“That’s good”.

Considering the time of day (or well, night), Yeosang slipped under the covers of Seonghwa’s bed and just fell back asleep. Jongho was a bit envious. He had now been awake for over half-an-hour and he was so exhausted. Yet sleep didn’t come.

Now that he wasn’t distracted by talking with his hyungs, Jongho was for the first time realizing that the A/C was indeed whirring in the warm room and considering how Yeosang, who like Jongho liked it cool, had still buried himself under the blankets he started to assume that maybe the room was indeed cold.

With the realization also came the first agonizing cramp in his stomach that had the maknae nearly whimpering in pain. He curled into himself, pressing his hands to his aching abdomen. It hurt so badly, leaving him breathless. He tried to breathe through the pain anyways, but it didn’t do much.

It was then that Jongho started to wonder if maybe he was experiencing food poisoning, considering that Hongjoong was sick as well. It would make a sick (pun not intended) form of sense. God, he hoped not.

Yet, as if understanding the situation gave his stomach permission to worsen everything, he felt a pressure deep down that he did not ever want to experience. His brow slick with sweat, Jongho groaned, cursing their food choices. Then, a wave of nausea hit, nearly making him throw up then and there.

Jongho barely had any time to wonder if the pain and his messed up bowels were causing the nausea or if he was nauseous from the food itself, before he had to fling himself from the bed and rush to the bathroom.

Though he was embarrassed knowing that Yeosang would be able to hear everything if he woke up (the hotel was fancy, the sound-proofing was not), he had no time to lose or any caution for silence to spare.

He barely managed to close the bathroom door behind himself and sit down on the toilet before everything decided to leave him at once. Jongho quickly had to understand that his nausea did indeed come from an upset stomach and not just the pain. He felt himself sweat badly, body expelling itself violently and loudly. Yet Jongho didn’t have the time to feel embarrassed before his stomach decided that down was not the only way his food wanted to come out.

Jongho gagged violently, leaning over sideways to throw up in the bathtub that was luckily directly next to the toilet. His stomach cramped anew at the terrible position he was in but at least he wasn’t throwing up on the floor. 

It was truly disgusting, seeing the waves of pale yellow and chunky vomit splatter onto the previously clean porcelain. Honestly, all of Jongho felt disgusting. 

To make matters worse, there was a knock on the bathroom door and then Yeosang’s voice asking if he could come in.

If he didn’t die of this illness Jongho was sure he was going to die of humiliation.

“No”, he yelled between gags, hoping his hyung would respect his wishes. He didn’t think he could ever look Yeosang into the eyes again, if he saw Jongho this way: Pale and sweaty on the toilet, his body evacuating from both ends at the same time. No, he would not survive that.

“If you need help, yell”, Yeosang said and hopefully left to go somewhere far away. Deep down, Jongho knew that Yeosang would never leave when his maknae was this obviously, this violently sick, but he could dream.

Another wave of vomit splashed into the disgusting puddle in the tub but then luckily it stopped. Everything stopped. All Jongho was left with was awful cramps and a still very nauseous feeling in his stomach. Plus a very terrible clean-up.

Just standing up was a problem, his abused stomach muscles hurting and pulling at every movement. In the end, Jongho barely managed to clean himself up, flush and wash out the tub with water. Though he didn’t want to face Yeosang, he knew he had no choice. All he wanted was to sleep this off.

When he exited the bathroom, he saw Yeosang sitting crosslegged on Seonghwa’s bed, typing or playing on his phone. He looked up as he heard the hesitant steps coming towards the second bed, mustering Jongho up and down. 

“How are you feeling?”, the dancer asked, his tone carefully void of emotion. Jongho had expected him to sound a bit more worried, if he was honest, and even if he didn’t want any fuss it was suddenly weird. He flushed, looking down.

“Awful. My stomach really hurts”, he admitted, curling into himself.

“I can imagine”, Yeosang mumbled and stood up, reaching up to feel Jongho’s forehead. “You’re really clammy.” And then. “You said you were fine.”

“Cleary I lied”, Jongho snapped. He was in pain and sick and confused and whatever game Yeosang was playing he was rapidly losing.

Yeosang sighed, moving his hand to Jongho’s nape.

“Sorry”, he apologized, “I’m so worried about you, maknae-yah. Why didn’t you say you felt sick too, especially after it was clear that hyung was unwell?”

“It all happened so quickly. I’m sorry.”

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Earlier:

“Sorry, I didn’t know what else to do”, Yeosang said, wringing his hands. “He told me to go to bed but I was on my phone and I got worried when he didn’t come out, so I asked if he was okay. He said he was really nauseous and wanted to stay in the bathroom just in case but he didn’t want my help but now he is throwing up and …”

“Breathe”, Seonghwa interrupted the rambling, wrapping his arms around his shaking dongsaeng. “I got him. Joongie is probably not keen on anybody seeing him like this anyways.”

“You’re probably the only one who can get through to Hongjoong-hyung at this point”, Yeosang admitted, gesturing helplessly at the closed bathroom door.

“Go sleep in my bed”, Seonghwa suggested, running his hand through his hair, “no use in staying awake here.”

“I will. Thanks, hyung”, Yeosang replied, “I’m sorry, I wish I could be of more help.”

“You called me, that’s help enough”, Seonghwa assured, “if Jongho is still awake, ask him how he feels, please. I’m not sure if I want this to be food poisoning but that’s better than a stomach bug.”

“Yes, hyung.”

Once Yeosang had left, Seonghwa dared knock on the bathroom door. “Joongie? It’s me. Can I come in?”

“Hwa?”, Hongjoong asked, his voice raspy. Likely from getting sick, Seonghwa mused. He really didn’t sound good. “I…”

Hongjoong stopped talking then and for a moment Seonghwa was incredibly worried but then the lock turned. When Seonghwa opened the door, he found Hongjoong curled up on the floor, only a towel keeping him from laying on the tiles. The stench of vomit nearly made Seonghwa gag but he knew he needed to focus on Hongjoong.

The captain was incredibly pale and there was vomit drying around his mouth and on the toilet seat. Seonghwa wouldn’t be surprised if anybody looked up the definition of sick and found a picture of the young rapper there. 

“Hey there”, he whispered, kneeling down by Hongjoong’s side, brushing hair out of his face. He suppressed a shudder as he realized that Hongjoong even had vomit caking in his hair. The poor man was really sick.

“Hwa”, Hongjoong repeated his hyung’s name, moving one hand from the tight grip he had on his stomach to reach out for him. Seonghwa grasped his hand gently, knowing that any disgust he felt was nothing in comparison to how awful Hongjoong must be feeling. There were deep lines of pain on his face. “Jongho-yah … is he okay?”

How typical, always worried about the maknae - or any other member than himself - first. 

“I’m more worried about you right now”, Seonghwa said, “if Jongho is sick, which I didn’t notice when I just spoke to him, he has Sangie with him. Do you wanna get cleaned up?”

“Not sure if that would make a difference right now”, Hongjoong muttered bitterly.

“Feeling nauseous again?”

“Never stopped.” Hongjoong moaned in pain. “But yeah, uh … help me up?”

In one swift motion Seonghwa managed to hold Hongjoong over the toilet just in time for a wave of vomit to spill into the murky water below. Clearly Hongjoong had been too ill to even flush.

Hongjoong seemed to be mostly empty, barely anything coming up. He shook violently in Seonghwa’s arms and the older was sure he would be crying if he could produce tears.

Seonghwa tore a bit of toilet paper off, wiping Hongjoong’s mouth, then taking new pieces to wipe his whole face. Gently he leaned Hongjoong against the tub, where the leader pulled his knees to his chest, hugging himself. 

“Let me just clean up a bit, okay?”, Seonghwa explained. “Then we can see about getting you back to bed with a bucket.”

Hongjoong nodded tiredly.

Seonghwa had barely managed to clean the splatters of puke from the seat and thrown the paper into the toilet to be flushed with everything else, when Hongjoong whimpered in pain. As he turned around, the oldest saw the deep pain on his face and the way Hongjoong was fighting against the cramps assaulting him.

“Are you …?”

“Get out!”, Hongjoong pressed out, teeth clenched.

“What?”

“Out.”

Understanding dawned on Seonghwa and he rushed out, not wanting to make Hongjoong feel any more humiliated than he probably already did.

He blocked out the sounds of Hongjoong facing a very different problem now and texted Hongjoong’s manager. Considering how sick Hongjoong was, they would need medicine or a doctor soon. Then he texted Yeosang asking for updates, receiving an immediate reply:

Maknae is sick too.

Shit. Great.

“Hyung?”, Hongjoong called weakly. Seonghwa felt his heart break - Hongjoong only called him hyung when he was feeling particularly vulnerable and in need of comfort. “Can you bring me new pajamas?”

“Sure”, he called back, feeling awful for the younger. He didn’t want to imagine how embarrassed Hongjoong must have been to ask the question.

He grabbed a pair of comfy clothes from Hongjoong’s suitcase and knocked on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Hongjoong had wrapped a towel around his lower self, shaking in the cold. His trousers lay abandoned, wet from a poor attempt at cleaning, in the tub.

Seonghwa rushed over to Hongjoong, handing the fresh clothes over, looking away but holding onto Hongjoong’s shoulder to help his balance as he changed.

“I’m sorry”, Hongjoong whimpered once he was changed.

Seonghwa shook his head and pulled him against his chest, feeling Hongjoong take shuddering breaths. “There is nothing to be sorry about. You’re sick.”

“I mean, I … Hwa, I’m dizzy.” Hongjoong interrupted himself, a wave of panic in his voice and clutching Seonghwa's shirt frantically.

Seonghwa held him more tightly, knowing that Hongjoong was prone to fainting and that the best way to help him was to lie down flat. But it was too late. As he laid Hongjoong on his back, feet propped up against the tub, the captain’s eyes fluttered shut and he went limp.

They needed a doctor now.

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Now:

Their conversation was interrupted as Yeosang’s phone began to ring. Jongho managed to catch a glimpse of Hongjoong’s manager’s name before Yeosang lifted the phone to his ear.

“Yes. Yes. Yes, alright. Be there soon.” Yeosang hung up.

“Hongjoong-hyung fainted. They are taking him to the ER to get some meds and fluids. The manager wants you to go too before anything happens.”

Jongho felt his eyes fill with tears against his will. He didn’t want to go to the hospital. All he wanted was sleep. But he knew to not challenge a manager’s decision in the middle of the night, especially since he had no good defense for himself. So he just nodded, resigned.

“It’s probably for the better”, Yeosang comforted, wrapping the overwhelmed maknae in his arms. “You’ll feel better with some fluids and meds.”

The ride to the ER was more than unpleasant. Jongho had given up on sitting straight within a minute and had slumped into Yeosang’s side. The only thing that kept the maknae sane was his hyung’s embrace, he was sure otherwise he would have freaked out with his symptoms in an enclosed space with no bathroom near.

Hongjoong, while he had woken up, was incredibly sluggish. He was laying stretched out in the backseat, head on Seonghwa’s lap. 

By the time they pulled into the parking lot, Jongho was in extreme pain again, holding back barely an option. Yeosang pulled him into the building and to the nearest bathroom with only seconds to spare. Red-faced and humiliated in Jongho’s case and very worried in Yeosang’s, they reunited with the manager twenty minutes later.

“They already took Joongie to a room to give him meds and fluids”, the manager explained, sighing. “Seonghwa-yah is with him. I’m going to get a nurse, you’ll be admitted too, Jongho-yah.”

Jongho bit his lip, turning his face into Yeosang’s shoulder to hide. He didn’t want to be prodded by nurses and doctor’s all night, he just wanted to sleep. He didn’t know how to deal with the situation anymore but cry in his hyung’s arms.

“Do they know what is wrong?”, he heard Yeosang ask. The older was tenderly stroking Jongho’s hair, seemingly very aware that he was the only thing keeping the maknae from breaking down.

“Diarrhetic shellfish poisoning”, the manager replied, “apparently they have been getting cases all evening and night. A batch at the seafood restaurant they were at must have accidentally been contaminated.”

That was when the tears started to flow.

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Getting an IV took ages, despite a doctor being available immediately after the manager had gotten a nurse. They had led Jongho into a private waiting room but with the overwhelming situation, Jongho was barely able to sit still for longer than a few minutes before having to rush back to a bathroom. With how badly he was dehydrated it was difficult to find a vein for the IV.

It hurt and Jongho had given up on being embarrassed by the time he was crying on Yeosang’s lap while the young doctor carefully spoke to him while placing the IV, chatting to keep Jongho distracted. 

By the time Jongho was wheeled into a private hospital room, hiding his face in the pillows and clutching Yeosang’s hand as the bed he was laying on was pushed through the vast hospital halls, Jongho felt emotionally numb.

He looked up when he felt another familiar hand hold his other one in theirs.

“Hwa-hyung?”, Jongho asked quietly, blinking up at their eldest. His brain was too foggy to even question why Seonghwa was suddenly there.

“Hi, baby”, Seonghwa greeted him, placing a kiss against Jongho’s forehead. Normally Jongho would have hated it but right now it was the most comforting feeling ever. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful”, Jongho whispered, “tired.”

“Sleep.”

⌛

Hongjoong couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this sore when he woke up. His stomach hurt and his head was pounding in time with his heart. 

“Good morning, Hongjoong-ssi”, a woman’s voice greeted him. He blinked open his eyes, wincing at the bright light, to look up to what appeared to be a nurse. “My name is Nali, I’m a nurse here.”

Hongjoong was still incredibly sleepy, his head filled with what felt like cotton, so he was glad the nurse was speaking Korean. They were in LA, weren’t they? He truly was in luck, except for, you know, the whole hospital thing.

“Good morning. Where are …?”

“Your manager drove your friends back to the hotel, he should be back soon”, the nurse explained, “Jongho-ssi is asleep next to you.” She gestured to the other side of the room where Hongjoong could spot his maknae curled up under the covers, face slack in sleep and still very pale.

“How is he? What…?”

“You’re both still a bit dehydrated and might experience some slight nausea and diarrhea the next few days”, the nurse explained. “Let me take your vitals and then we can see about waking Jongho-ssi up.”

Numbly, Hongjoong nodded. The nurse seemed happy enough with his vitals, blood pressure a bit low but not as bad as he had experienced in the past. Indeed did he feel a bit nauseous still and he was glad for the kidney dish resting on the bedside table even though he didn’t feel like he would be sick in the close future.

“Can I wake Jongho-yah?”, Hongjoong asked just before the nurse turned to the still knocked-out maknae. “He isn’t really a fan of strangers … no offense.”

“No, of course. Go ahead. Just take it slow.”

Hongjoong slowly sat up, breathing through the slight vertigo he felt. He slipped down from the bed and, clutching the IV stand for support, wobbled over to Jongho. He was grateful for the chair at his bedside, sinking into it with a sigh. He was much more exhausted than he would have imagined from the barely five steps he had taken. 

“Maknae-yah”, he whispered, “wake up, baby.” He ran his hand over Jongho’s upper arm, hoping the stimulation would help. Jongho looked so young in his sleep and yet, so exhausted. 

It took some time until he woke up but then Jongho mumbled a sleepy: “Hyung?”

“Hey”, Hongjoong replied, “try to wake up a bit, hm? You’re in the hospital and a nice nurse wants to take your vitals.”

Jongho yawned and slowly opened his eyes. 

Hongjoong gestured at the nurse to start looking him over. If they waited until Jongho was really awake, they might sit there awhile. He always needed a bit extra help waking up when he was not feeling well.

By the time Jongho seemed truly able to understand where he was, the nurse was mostly done.

“What happened?”, Jongho asked, sounding painfully confused, “I remember feeling awful but … where are Sangie-hyung and Hwa-hyung? Aren’t you also sick, Joong-hyung?”

“Manager-hyung drove them back to the hotel”, Hongjoong explained patiently, intertwining their hands, “I feel much better than last night. How about you?”

“My stomach hurts”, Jongho mumbled, “what made us this sick?”

Right, that Hongjoong didn’t know yet either. He turned to the nurse expectantly.

“You both have Diarrhetic Shellfish poisoning. A seafood restaurant uptown apparently got a tainted batch.”

Hongjoong felt horror was over himself. He had chosen the restaurant.

“God, I’m so sorry, Jongho-yah”, he apologized, feeling even more terrible as he saw how long it took the younger one to puzzle the information together.

“Not your fault”, Jongho finally said, “you didn’t know and the food tasted good. I thought you chose it very well.”

“He’s right”, the nurse said, “nobody could have known. The restaurant didn’t either until the first cases started to come in. Just focus on resting. Do you want help getting back to your own bed?”

Hongjoong was about to nod, knowing he was never going to make it on his own, but then Jongho scooted a bit away from him. “Stay, hyung. Cuddles.”

It was so un-Jongho-like that Hongjoong for a moment wondered if he wasn’t hallucinating it all, but the honest and yearning look in Jongho’s eyes decided for him. Jongho hated hospitals and strangers and sickness, and Hongjoong couldn’t fault him for wanting to be close to his hyung when he was still obviously feeling so bad.

So, until the manager came back with Yunho and San to take them home, Hongjoong and Jongho stayed cuddled up on the bed together asleep, the maknae resting his head on his hyung’s chest. 

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[butterflydemons]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Chan comes across a picture on his for you page of a baby and notices that the infant shares the same similarities as him.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bangchan x biracial!oc ( Miya )

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,607

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Hope you guys enjoy.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @michelle4eve @lovesunshinefelix @resi4skz @kaciidubs

⇢ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ——— ɴᴇxᴛ

Chapter II🧸: The Truth Comes Out

『 July 20, 2022 』

   AS OF LATE, Chan found himself thinking back to that glorious night on his birthday last year. Since that evening, he often thought about Miya. What she was doing, where she was, or if she thought about their shared time together. There was a night where he even masturbated thinking of her naked body beneath his. Whatever he did, Chan couldn’t get her out of his mind.

   Chan was with his bandmates filming an episode of SKZ Code on Jeju Island. It was a warm sunny day so the staff decided why not film there. The beautiful blue sea reminded him of back home in Australia when he’d go to the beach. Listening to the waves crash against the shore gave Chan a sense of relief and peace. Nothing beats being at the beach, especially with people you care about.

   Staff had the group divided into two squads. Team Wear Your Seatbelts was a white sedan, and Team Screwdrivers was a black vehicle. Each member chose which car, cracking jokes about each other. For their mission on their two-day stay, all the members on the first day would eat at a restaurant, play in a swimming pool, and have a fun barbecue, ending it with a day of a video diary. It was simple.

   After laughing at Changbin as he acted as if he was going to leave Han, everyone settled in, and the divers got on the road. The members sat back for the ride, jamming to their music and relaxing. Everyone said hello before heading to the table when they arrived at the restaurant. Employees handed Chan and his teammate's menus before they ordered their food. All of them enjoyed the delicious food and each other's company.

“I’m going to start with some red-handed lobster,” Changbin replied, picking up a piece of food with his chopsticks. “Mmm, it’s good.”

“We should do this all the time,” Chan responded, glancing at all of his members, laughing and being happy.

“I could live on Jeju Island forever.” Han smiled, laughing with Felix, who sat beside him.

“I'm so full, but I can't stop eating.” Felix groaned, rubbing his stomach.

   It’s safe to say the first mission of their two-day stay on Jeju Island was a great success. The group filled their conversations with laughter and good food. Once everyone was well-fed, they wanted to enjoy the view and take pictures of each other. Chan felt a sense of peace and joy as he watched his members be themselves while running around. Sometimes, being in the spotlight got to all of them, and they reveled in this moment.

   Chan walked on the beach as Minho found a stray cat and started petting her, being the only feline owner in the group. Yet again, he found himself thinking of Miya. Pulling out his phone, Chan began taking pictures of the beautiful scenery. He smiled at how the photos turned out. Walking along the sand, Chan grabbed his phone and scrolled through Instagram.

   When he tapped on his for you page, he saw a picture of an infant. He saw that the person who posted it was a mutual friend of his friend Hyun-Jung. Suddenly, Chan realized it was the girl he slept with on his birthday last year. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stared at the picture. The baby girl shared similarities with him.

   She had his nose and lips. The wheels in Chan's mind started spinning. Was the child his? When did she have a baby? How old is the infant? Many thoughts kept running through his brain. Chan contemplated whether he should message her directly or ask Caleb. He didn’t want to catch her off guard or seem weird, so he asked Caleb.

   Clicking on the direct message button, Chan began typing his text. After sending the last message, Chan's heart tightened, realizing his added dates. If he were correct, that would mean the baby girl Miya posted is, in fact, his daughter. Holy shit, he has a kid. He couldn’t believe it. Chan had to keep a straight face, knowing that he was filming. 

   Quickly tapping on his phone, he ordered a bouquet of pink flowers for Caleb to pick up and give to Miya with a specific note attached. He sighed, running his hand through his hair as the new information settled in. The wheels in Chan’s head had him so wrapped up he didn’t hear Felix calling him until he tapped his shoulder.

“You okay?” Felix asked with worry written on his face.

“Y-Yeah, I’m good.” Chan nodded, smiling at his Australian friend.

   Chan and Felix walked over to the other guys, letting loose while enjoying their time on Jeju Island. The entire time, Chan couldn’t get the image of that baby girl out of his mind.

Miya walked into the kitchen of her house as the television occupied her daughter’s attention to make her a bottle. After discovering she was pregnant, Miya resigned, but since her boss was understanding, she allowed Miya to take an extended leave from work. She fled Korea to California to live with her parents. Her family supported her decision to keep the baby and continue the pregnancy. Kaya and Karsyn missed their friend so much.

   In all honesty, Miya missed them too, so during her twenty-ninth week of pregnancy, she decided to fly back to Korea from Texas. At thirty-six weeks, Miya gave birth to a 7lbs 5oz baby girl named Bang Cheon-Sa, whose English name is Noémi. She was the cutest baby when she was born. Miya cried, holding her newborn daughter to her chest. Not believing she pushed out a 7lbs infant from her vagina.

   Of course, her mother flew down with her friends to help with the recovery process, so she knew she was in good hands. It’s safe to say that Noémi has her mother's friends wrapped around her fingers. They’d do it in a heartbeat whenever Miya asked them for something related to the baby. Hell, they’d even offer to babysit for her while she worked. 

   Miya shook the warm bottle as she exited the kitchen, and when Noémi saw what her mother held, she started whining, motioning with a grabby hand. The young woman shook her head as she placed the bottle in the toddler's mouth. She smiled at her daughter before sitting on the sofa and continuing her reality show. As Miya went to check on her baby, her cell phone started ringing, making her turn back around. Picking it up, she saw Kaya’s contact name on the screen.

Hello, bestie.

Bestie🤍🥤- Hey, what are you doing?

Watching a reality show, what’s up?

Bestie🤍🥤- I’m with Caleb, Ryan and Karsyn. We’re on our way to your place. We have a surprise for you.

What is it?

Bestie🤍🥤- It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.

Whatever. Well, I’m at home.

Bestie🤍🥤- How’s Noémi?

She’s on her way to sleep. I gave her a bottle.

Bestie🤍🥤- I can’t wait to see her if she’s still awake. Well, we’re almost there.

Okay, I’ll see you when you get here.

Bestie🤍🥤- Bye.

   After Miya tossed her phone aside and got up to see Noémi staring wide open at her, the toddler showed her mother a gummy smile as Miya shook her head. She raised her arms, making Miya chuckle before picking her up and hoisting the baby on her hip.

“You know what you’re doing.” Miya smiled, kissing her chubby cheek. 

   Miya held the toddler to her chest as she patted Noémi to sleep. As she closed her eyes, the doorbell rang, echoing throughout the house. Holding the infant to her chest, Miya stood up and went to answer the front door. When she opened it, she saw Kaya, Ryan, Karsyn, and Caleb holding a bouquet of pink flowers. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she allowed her friends inside.

   The four took their shoes off before slipping on their assigned slippers and following Miya to the living room.

“Noémi’s always sleeping.” Karsyn pouted, poking the infant's chubby cheek.

“That’s all she does is eat, sleep, and poop,” Miya replied, rolling her eyes as she laid Noémi in her playpen. She glanced at Caleb, who sat the flowers on the table. “Who’s the floral arrangement?”

“It’s yours,” Celeb answered, sitting beside Ryan on the other sofa.

“Mine? You didn’t have to buy me flowers, Caleb.” Miya smiled, feeling a sense of appreciation.

“I didn’t buy them. None of us did.” Celeb denied, shaking his head. “I’m just a delivery guy.”

   Now, Miya needed clarification. If Caleb, Kaya, Ryan, or Karsyn didn’t buy her flowers, who did? She looked at her friends before reaching over and grabbing the card from in between the petals. Flipping the card, she read the note the person wrote there.

   𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝑀𝒾𝓎𝒶,

   𝒜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓂 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼’𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈.

   𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎,

   𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃 찬

   Miya read over the note again, again and again. She knew that Chan would see the pictures she posted of Noémi and put the dates together. It was just up to her to confirm it. 

“What does the note say?” She heard Ryan ask from his spot on the sofa.

“The flowers are from Chan, saying that he knows about Noémi and would like to talk when he’s free,” Miya explained, looking at her friends. She felt guilty and anxious. 

“How does he know about her?” Kaya questioned, reading the note over Miya’s shoulder. 

“I think he saw the picture I posted of when she was born and added the dates together,” Miya answered, staring at the beautiful flowers and gently running her finger over a petal. 

   She didn’t know how to feel at that moment. Her heat heated wildly in her chest, and butterflies erupted in her stomach. Was it love? She didn’t know. Could it be that she was nervous? Who knows. All Miya knew was that she didn’t know how to feel.

   Yes, she has had boyfriends who bought her things, but this is different. She had a daughter with a K-pop idol, and he wanted to be in her life. Most men who have a one-night stand where the woman ends up pregnant deny the baby and want nothing to do with it. Miya didn’t want that to be her, so she was prepared to raise her daughter as a single mother. With the help of her family and friends, she knew she had all the support she needed.

“Are you okay?” Kaya asked, seeing a tear roll down her best friend’s face.

“S-Si Bal.” Miya cursed, wiping her face. She laughed as her friends pulled her into a hug. ( “Shit.” )

“What’s on your mind?” Karsyn asked, putting her chin on Miya's shoulder.

“I don’t know. I-you see men wanting nothing to do with the women they impregnate or the baby, and here I am in a similar situation, but the father wants to be in her life.” Miya sniffled, explaining her feelings. “Plus, he’s an idol, so I’m thinking of everything that would or could happen if and when his fandom finds out.” 

“Which is why you have to talk to him,” Kaya said, rubbing her back soothingly. “That can be one of the things you can bring up in the conversation.”

“Yeah, I know.” Miya nodded, sighing as she wiped her face. “It’s just that sometimes I can’t believe what my life has come to.”

“That’s understandable.” Karsyn smiled, lying her head on her best friend’s shoulder.

“I guess I’m just emotional,” Miya responded, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe it’s the birth control I’m taking.” 

“We understand. My birth control does that to me, too.” Kaya nodded as she laughed.

“Yea, one minute I love on Caleb, the next I hate his fucking guts,” Karsyn replied, shrugging her shoulders and making her boyfriend look at her. “He knows I love him, though.”

“Okay, enough crying. Are you guys hungry?” Miya asked, wiping her face of tears. 

“Always if you’re cooking.” She replied, rubbing her hands together. 

“I’m in the mood for some tteokbokki. Are you guys okay with that?” Miya questioned, walking to the kitchen. 

“Hell yeah,” Ryan shouted, almost waking the sleeping child. 

“Shut your loud ass mouth.” Kaya shushed her boyfriend, smacking his shoulder.

“Sorry.” He apologized, turning to the television.

   In the kitchen, Miya started grabbing ingredients for spicy & cheesy tteokbokki. She heated the skillet, adding Korean red chili paste, red chili flakes, soy sauce, garlic, and sugar before simmering it with chicken stock. Miya was in her element. She loved cooking. It relieves her when she’s stressed. She didn’t like when someone else was in the kitchen with her; it was unnerving.

   After thirty minutes, Miya sat the pan on the table before calling her friends over. “Come and get it.”

   The four friends got up and walked over to the kitchen table, gawking at the meal Miya prepared. One thing they loved Miya for was her cooking. No matter what, she’d cook for them with no questions asked.

“Gamsahabnida.” Yeong-Sik, also known as Ryan, praised, smiling at his friend. ( “Thank you.” )

“Cheonman-eyo,” Miya replied, sitting next to Karsyn as everyone helped themselves to a serving. ( You’re welcome.” )

   As Ryan went to eat the food, he moaned at the mere smell of the spicy & cheesy tteokbokki. The spices' flavors exploded in his mouth when he started chewing his food. 

“I love your cooking so much.” Caleb nodded with a mouth full. 

“Aww, thank you.” Miya grinned, putting food in her mouth.

The group talked amongst each other, laughing when Caleb received a message from someone.

찬 Chan🐺 - You think she’ll be mad at you if you give me her number?

No, Miya is a very humbled person.

찬 Chan🐺 - I’m nervous about texting her. Being a mother is all new to me.

You don’t have to be nervous, and it’s all new to her too. She’s taking it day by day.

찬 Chan🐺 - Thanks again for giving me her number. Anytime man. 

   Caleb sat his phone down and continued eating when the cry of Noémi made the friends look over at the child. She stood up in her playpen, staring at them teary-eyed, poking her bottom lip out. Miya moved to get up to get the toddler, but Caleb stopped her.

“I got it. You can eat.” He said, nodding for his friend to stay seated.

   Miya nodded as she watched Caleb go over to her daughter. The toddler reached her hands out for him to pick her up. When she was safe in his arms, she squealed at him, showing him her gummy smile and kicking her feet. Caleb placed Noémi in the high chair beside Miya, and she began feeding her. Of all Miya’s friends, Caleb was the closest with Noémi.

   When she was born, he held her for hours and wouldn’t let anyone take her from his arms. From the moment Noémi clasped his thumb, he vowed to protect that baby with every fiber in his body. Caleb had always wanted siblings, so when he met Miya, he instantly became like an older brother to her. Now that she has a daughter, he’s like a protective uncle. He may not have had a good life or any siblings, but Caleb loved Miya and Noémi like one.

   As Miya made funny faces at her daughter, her phone dinged, signaling she had received an incoming text. The screen lit up, and she saw a message from a number she didn’t recognize. She unlocked her phone, tapped the notification, and saw what the number sent.

(850) 961-3198 - Hey, Miya, it’s Chan. I got your number from Caleb, if that’s okay.

Um, yeah, it’s okay. I didn’t expect it.

So what’s up?

(850) 961-3198 - I’m waiting to continue filming.

What are you guys filming?

(850) 961-3198 - We’re filming a four-part episode of SKZ Code in Jeju Island.

That sounds so fun. I miss Jeju Island.

I’ve been there once.

(850) 961-3198 - With everything going on, we decided to film a relaxing episode.

(850) 961-3198 - We’re going go karting tomorrow to film some more.

Sounds like you guys have a busy schedule.

(850) 961-3198 - A little bit, but not really. However, we've been filming all day. 

(850) 961-3198 - Did you like the flowers?

Of course, I did. The pink roses were beautiful. Thank you.

(850) 961-3198 - You’re welcome, but I would like to meet and talk when I have a free day.

That’s fine. Just let me know. 

(850) 961-3198 - Thank you.

*photo attachment* She has your features.

(850) 961-3198 - What’s her name?

Bang Cheon-Sa or Noémi.

(850) 961-3198 - That’s a beautiful name.

   Miya smiled as she stared at the picture she sent Chan of Noémi. Setting her phone down, Miya looked up to see Noémi wanted more food. She scooped a helping onto a small plate before cutting the rice cakes into tiny bits and handing them to her daughter.

“Did you give Chan my number?” Miya asked Caleb, making him look up at me.

“Y-Yeah, I did. I hope you’re not mad.” Caleb nodded, answering me with food in his mouth.

“I’m not. I just wished you had said something to me first.” She responded, staring at him as she spoke. 

“Sorry.” He apologized, bowing his head.

“It’s fine,” I replied, smiling at him.

   Miya wouldn’t be angry at Caleb because she knew he had her best interest at heart, and he did it for a good reason. After eating, Miya cleaned up Noémi and took her out of the high chair. She approached Caleb, leaned over him, and kissed his cheek.

After the group ate, they took a mini break to take pictures. Chan and his group members arrived at the house where they would stay on Jeju Island. Everyone ran around the home searching for the rooms they wanted. Some had to share, but the boys didn’t care. Of course, Chan had the most enormous room out of everyone.

    Chan proceeded to lock the door before he plopped on one of his beds and sighed through his nose as relaxation took over him. Once Chan pulled out his phone, he went to his messages and clicked on Miya’s number, which took him to their conversation. He couldn’t help but stare at the last thing she sent him. It was a picture of their daughter. The beautiful being they made.

   He could see the resemblance between them. Noémi had his eyes and Miya’s nose and lips. A smile came to Chan’s mouth as he found himself thinking about how this happened. That night, he shared with Miya in his hotel room. All he needed was consent, which she gave, and he devoured her.

   Never in his wildest dreams did Chan think he'd have a child with a girl his friend introduced him to on his birthday, probably when he was a little older, maybe in his thirties when he matured more, but not in his mid-late twenties. It seemed surreal to him. Just last year, Chan traveled and performed; now, he has a ten-month-old daughter. The whole situation blew his mind away. Chan started thinking of how his parents and Stays were going to react.

   Once everyone relaxed and took a thirty-minute nap, it was time for their next mission. Swimming was one thing Chan loved to do. The water was his lover, and he could live in it forever. After he had changed, Chan met the rest of the guys by the pool. The staff divided into two teams for their first game, wore blindfolds, and attacked the other team, taking their eye coverings.

   The game was fun overall, and Chan wouldn't trade it for anything else. Seeing his friends laugh and have fun, what more could he ask for? Nothing. Not a damn single thing. At all. 

   After having fun in the pool, the group got out, showered, and lounged around while Minho and Seungmin went to the local market to get food for their dinner tonight. Little did they know that the staff rearranged their rooms. Hyunjin and Han took it upon themselves to switch the blue and yellow stickers, laughing as a joke. When everyone went to their rooms for the night, Chan grew excited, knowing he was sharing a bed with Seungmin. Of course, Seungmin didn’t like that and switched the colors back to their original places.

   As the guys settled into their beds, they ended the day with a little video diary. They talked about their upcoming shows and lives and told Stays to be healthy and careful with what’s happening worldwide. 

   Miya rubbed lotion into Noémi’s skin as she got her ready for bed. Her friends left a few hours ago, so she put Noémi down for the night. After getting her daughter dressed in pjs, Miya sat in the rocking chair and started putting Noémi to sleep. Within ten minutes, the toddler was knocked out in her mother's arms. As Miya got ready for bed, she stepped out of the shower, dried off, and replaced her towel with an oversized t-shirt.

   She took out the clip, holding her hair up when she showered, and let her hair fall down her back. Miya climbed into bed and started playing around on her phone. Right before Miya put her phone down, an incoming message from Chan came through.

(850) 961-3198 - Goodnight.

Goodnight Chan.

[dadzawa-abc]

Hii, I really hope I'm not bothering you with asking this. But I've gotten to see quite a bit of post about age-regression? Is that how I'm supposed to type it?? Sorry if I typed that wrong, especially if that made you uncomfortable. English is not my first language. Anyway, I was wondering, I guess, what age-regression is? Cause like I said, I saw I lot of it, both recently and in the past. But I've also gotten told in the past, well, not any good things about the people who age-regress? I'm not saying I agree with those things I got told. Those weren't any nice things, so yeah. However, if others aren't hurting me, themselves, or other people, then I usually leave most people alone. But in short, I'm curious and want to know more? Cause, well good sources are good. If that's okay? If not, you can just delete and forget about this. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Have a good day or night!

☁️ what is age regression? ☁️

(long post); a TLDR at the bottom

Hey anon! Thank you so much for stopping by to ask your question. I'll be answering it for you today -🧸 Hawks.

first of all, I'd like to say that yes, you did type it right! English isn't our first language either, so we understand! People also may spell "age regression" as "agere" which is just a shorter version of it. So when someone spells it that way, they're the same thing./information

-Now, what is age regression? What's it used for? :

age regression is, in short, a coping mechanism where people may mentally regress to a younger age than themselves physically. Example, let's say person A is an age regressor. They are 20 years old. But regress to a much younger age. Like 3-6 years old. Age regression is very different with every person who does it, so that doesn't mean a single person has to regress the same age. Someone could regress to be a newborn, another can regress to be a middle (which is around 10-teenager age) if I'm not wrong. Anyone can regress to any age, depending the person. Age regression is a healthy way to cope. Age regression is a professional therapist recommended coping mechanism, and it does not hurt the user who does it, or anyone around them. Age regression can also be for fun. Some, if not, majority regressors do regress due to trauma. To restore their childhood that they never had. Or to relive a childhood they wish they had. Whiles others who may do it for fun, doesn't have to use their regression as a coping mechanism. Hey can age regression because hey, it's fun to do! And so it's isn't something that you can only do if you have trauma. Everyone can do it. Trauma related or not

- is age regression harmful/bad?

⚠️ Tw/CW: ageplay talk ⚠️

Not at all! People whom may tell you that "regression is bad because ___!" Is usually the ones who don't do research. Age regression is a safe-for-work coping mechanism. Which means it's never sexual, or a kink. Alot of people who aren't in the community will assume age regression is just a kink thing, and that is untrue! Many people will get "ageplay/ddlg" mixed with age regression. While age regression is never inappropriate, and is appropriate for all ages to do, ageplay is a kink to.. hopefully just something adults do. Ageplay, is a BDSM kink where someone will pretend to be a younger child while their partner, whom they'd usually call: daddy/mommy/whatever title, they will do inappropriate things with them.

Meanwhile, age regression is a lot different. Like I said, agere is a safe for work coping mechanism. And NO little, (which is whom we call someone who age regresses) will pretend to be a child for sexual reasons. When someone age regresses, they mentally revert back to a much younger age and sometimes can't even do things they'd normally do when big (which is what we call them when they aren't in a regressed state anymore). They physically (mentally physically,) regress to an age of a child. And the difference between that and ageplay, someone who participates in ageplay will never mentally regress to a younger age. They pretend to be, for sexual desires and kinks. They do it on purpose for sexual pleasure, while people who age regress can't consent at all when they're little. Since they actually do regress mentally to mostly 10 and under. (But even if they regressed around being in their teens), they still can't consent.

-some popular titles (that you may want to know)

What is a caregiver?: A caregiver, is someone who will take care of the little when they're regressed. A caregiver can take on a father role, mother role, sister, brother, etc. (Solely depending how the little sees them/and how the cg would like to be called)

What is a little?: A little is someone who age regresses

What is a flip?: A flip, is someone who regresses, AND is a caregiver.

what is a pet?: While I'm not saying pets are the same as age regression, it does exist. An age regressor may regress, but may also be a pet regressor (or) someone isn't a little but be a pet regressor instead. pet regressors has very similar concept with age regression. While age regressors regress to a younger age mentally, pet regressors will regress to an animal. (Ex; cat, dog, bird, deer, dragon, fawn, list goes on) and just like age regression, is SFW

TLDR; Age regression is a SFW coping mechanism that is therapist recommended and is not at all harmful to them, or others. Age regression can also be used for fun and doesn't have to be trauma based to regress. All ages, genders, sexualities, races can regress. Age regress is for everyone and isn't something only feminine, petite or hot pink lovers can enjoy. Everyone can regress no matter what anyone says about it.

I don't know alot of resources to direct you to, but I wouldn't really recommend google either. Google is a "trust me bro" and "he said she said" deal. It'll tell you false things and it'll mix age regression with something completely different. But I find # agere resources tag a very helpful place to scroll in. So I'd recommend checking there if anything answers anymore questions you have. Hope this answers your question, anon. Feedback is amazing so if you have any more questions or anything, let me know

[mayajadewrites]

suguru geto x fem reader: lucky

roommates to lovers–friends to lovers–slow burn

story synopsis: Suguru Geto is your best friend and roommate. After a year of living together, there have been more than one opportunity to throw away your friendship. The question is, would you get lucky as fall in love for the rest of your days?

ao3

CHAPTER FOUR

🎧🌙🧺📖🕯️🧸🤍

You woke up in your own bed, the sunshine peering through your curtains. You squint as you look around your room, wondering how you got there.

You heard the sound of something sizzling, which means Suguru is awake and making Sunday breakfast.

You yawn as you open your door, your first sight being Suguru's toned, muscular backside. He's – which is weird for Suguru. He doesn't usually walk around half naked.

"Good morning." He says without turning around. His voice is soft and you can hear the smile forming at the corners of his lips.

"Did I sleep walk into my room?" You put on your slippers, walking towards Suguru.

"No. I put you in your room."

"Oh." You looked down at your cow slippers, tapping your feet.

"I didn't want to move you, but I was sweating my ass off with you on me. Especially because of your hair."

"Hey, you have more hair than me Sugu." You press the back of your hips to the counter. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me." Suguru flipped a pancake and put the freshly done turkey bacon on a plate. "So, how was your date?"

"Shit." You remembered you were supposed to text Choso when you got home. You fished your phone out of your purse and saw he text you 3 times.

Choso: Did you get home alright?

Choso: Hey, I'm worried.

Choso: I hope you're ok. Goodnight.

"Fuck." You threw your head back. "He probably thinks I'm laying dead in the middle of the road."

"I'm sure he knows you're fine."

"I was too distracted cuddling with you to text him back." You groan, typing away at your touchscreen.

"I can't help that I have that affect on you." Suguru took a bite of turkey bacon, shrugging his shoulders.

You ignored his comment, pressing send on your phone.

You: I'm so sorry, I walked in my apartment and knocked out last night. I had an amazing time.

Choso text back almost instantly.

Choso: Good morning beautiful. That's ok. I'm just happy to see your name pop up on my screen.

You could feel Suguru staring at you as you smiled at your screen, moving your thumbs to type.

"I'm assuming your date went well then."

"It did. He's even sweeter than Shoko described. How's, uh, Mackenzie?"

"It's Mikayla. And I'm not dating her." Suguru said flatly.

"Could've fooled me. You brought her back here." You grabbed a plate and began adding food to it.

"I thought I would like her, but..."

"But what?" You shoved a forkful of pancake in your mouth, hoping the answer doesn't feel like a stab in the stomach.

"I don't know. Something felt off. I kissed her goodbye and–"

There it is.

The anxiety in your abdomen.

You wish you had a time machine to go back to 2 minutes ago when you didn't know her lips touched his.

Suguru watched as your face changed from curious to... well, the exact opposite of curious.

"And what?" You raised your eyebrow. You can't even be mad – you kissed Choso last night. And you liked it.

"There was no spark. No butterflies. I didn't wake up and think about her. I didn't think about our kiss for the whole night. I could've lived without it."

You nod, taking a sip of the orange juice Suguru put out for you. "I'm sure you'll find someone else. It might be awkward at the bookstore now."

"Yeah, she took it pretty hard."

Fuck Mikayla.

"She'll be alright." You shrugged, setting your plate in the sink. "I'll clean since you made breakfast. Thanks, Sugu." You hold out your hand for Suguru to give you his plate when his fingers brush yours.

You could've started a fire with the sparks that flew from your touch. Suguru looked into your eyes as yours met his chocolate ones. The moment felt like hours, but in reality it was for a second.

"Can you water my plants for me?" You broke the tension as you turned the water on for the dishes. Suguru nodded and made his way to the patio where your plants were.

You and Suguru pretend that you share custody of the plants, as if they are both of yours. When in reality, you brought them home despite Suguru saying you wouldn't remember to water them ever.

Soon after you got them, he was sitting outside drinking tea and tending to the plants.

You watched as he watered them, a piece of hair falling from his bun. He touched the leaves, saying something to them while doing so.

Snap out of it.

You finished the dishes and felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You see Choso's name on your screen, snapping out of the Suguru-trance you were in.

Choso: Would you like to go out again this week? Maybe Friday?

You smile as you type back.

You: Absolutely. Let me know the details this week. :)

Suguru came in from watering the plants, grabbing a book from the coffee table that he must've been reading last night. His tall body landed on the couch, his long fingers flipping through the pages to find his bookmark.

"Want to come grocery shopping with me?" You plop yourself next to Suguru. "I'll buy you a coffee."

"You don't need to bribe me." He smiled, closing his book after only reading a few pages. "I'll take the coffee though."

"Perfect. Let me get changed." You walked to your room, closing the door gently. You changed into an oversized sweater and black leggings, along with crew socks and your converse. You're most comfortable in clothes that don't hug your skin.

Suguru already had his car keys in his hands, his hair now in his signature half-up, half down hairstyle.

"One of these days you're gonna have to tell me your haircare routine." You grab your purse from the entryway table.

"I will." Suguru smiled, opening the door for you. You felt butterflies fly around in your stomach as you walked down the hallway.

One of your Sunday traditions with Suguru is grocery shopping and buying new flowers for the kitchen. Since he loves plants (now at least), and is more organized than you, he is a great help.

Your cart is full of groceries and you and Suguru made your menu for this weeks dinners. It's the easiest way to buy groceries so you don't have to stop by the store every night.

You couldn't help but think about how you would love to make this, with Suguru, your reality. While grocery shopping, you would steal kisses from him, soaking in every smile.

But he's not yours.

You're not his.

"Sugu, look at these bouquets." You made your way to the florals section. You found some beautiful roses, your favorite. You bring the bouquet to your nose, breathing in the sweet smell. When you open your eyes, Suguru is staring at you.

"Looks like you picked which one we're getting." He smiled, grabbing the bouquet from you. "These are beautiful."

You nod, pushing the cart towards the checkout lane. Your mind went to daydreaming about a life with Suguru.

Getting married.

Having babies.

Growing old together.

Snap out of it.

[bongilicus]

Hey, hope your uni and adult life are going well! If you don't mind me asking, what are you studying (don't answer if you DO mind me asking)? :D

I can relate to missing hobbies (unless procrastination counts as one xd), so I really salute you for picking them up again ;)

Prompt: 🧸 Character: Jonathan Crane

hiii! thank you so much for the prompt and your support! And I’m studying fine arts, going to major in either sculpture or painting. and having hobbies and staying creative has been such a struggle omg so glad someone can relate (but also wish we didn’t procrastinate, manifesting you that motivation and drive). Definitely a slow start back into it but this prompt was so good and I had instant inspiration so I’m hoping you like it :DD (in my mind our boy Jon is touch starved asf but i didn’t tap into it that much so i hope I did him justice 🫡)

🧸 ▬ 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐄

physical affection scenario with Jonathan Crane for my emoji prompt event! you can find the event guidelines here, and my complete masterlist here! // no warnings !!!

Jonathan works long hours, long hard hours. When he gets home he’s tired and is looking for some comfort to contrast the brutality of the asylum he was subjected to all day. Getting away from the home of paranoia and fear to the safety of his home, there’s nothing he anticipates more than retiring to you. Most days you’re waiting for him with dinner on the stove and the two of you eat in silence before shifting to the living room for a cup of tea and a debrief of the day. After that however, when you’re readying for bed and he’s swapping his stiff layers for soft ones you reach out to him. Sitting cross-legged on the bed you hold your hand out, beckoning him to sit in front of you on the edge of the bed.

“C’mere,” you whisper as he takes a seat.

At first you just wrap your arms around his waist, pressing up against his back, putting a kiss to his shoulder. He lets out a sigh. Having you close is a remedy all of its own. No better cure for his affliction. You feel similarly. Holding him like this makes him real again, reassures you that he’s there and he’s okay. You don’t tend to voice your concerns because of how committed to his work he is, but watching him come home so tense and exhausted makes your heart ache. Having him here, like this eases that, allows you to help him unburden.

You smooth your hands over his back, feeling the tight muscles under your fingertips. He hisses a little when you touch a particularly sore patch. You gently scratch up into the back of his hair, tracing delicate circles into his arm.

“Love you,” you breathe into his skin and get an affirmative hum in response. The way he relaxes into your touch is reciprocation enough. T''

Working the knots out of his neck and back with constant, steady motions, you knead his flesh until he feels like he might melt into you - not that you’d mind all that much. He turns to you over his shoulder as your hands fall to your lap.

“Thank you,” he says. Reaching to cup your cheek, he twists to press a kiss to your lips. You lure him further onto your bed to lie down.

Tucked against you, he throws an arm across you. His turn to hold you close. And hold you he does. Gathered up into his arms. Safe and sound. Protected from the cruelty he witnesses everyday. His own piece of hope and beauty that he can hold to his chest and profess his adoration to. His love.

Many of your nights end like this. You ushering him into safety with warm, welcoming hands and him returning the favour by holding you like he’d die before letting you go. A shared peace safe from the rest of the world.

if you want to see more check out my event! Many thanks for reading and any and all reblogs and comments + feedback are appreciated x

[leftoverenvy]

Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 28)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut (18+); sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18); praise kink; body worship; edging; denial

Word Count: 5.4k (Emily's POV)

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Chapter 28 - A Waiting Game

Emily's POV: I had been distracted all day.  I knew I shouldn't have stayed home, but I wanted to be near her just as badly as she wanted to be near me.  When I finally finished my paperwork for the afternoon, I headed upstairs to get ready for our night out.  I heard her music playing softly as she got ready in her room and ignored the urge to go see what she was wearing for me tonight.

Once I was ready, I went downstairs and perched on the arm of the couch so as not to wrinkle my dress.  After a few minutes of checking emails, I heard her heels clicking down the stairs.  Her tight, dark green dress left little to the imagination.  I didn't need to ask if she followed my rule, I could see she had left her panties off by the lack of lines under her dress.

I pulled her into my arms, unable to go another second without touching her.  "You look beautiful, angel," I whispered against her ear.  She shuddered softly, still worked up from earlier.  Lord, did the thought of teasing her all evening excite me.  She kissed me on the cheek and pulled back to head to the garage.  I grabbed her wrist and tugged her back into me.  "Where do you think you're going?"

"To..dinner?" she asked, confused.

I smirked.  "You forgot something."  Her brows crinkled in confusion.

"I left my panties off, just like you asked, ma'am."  I chuckled softly, but shook my head.  Slyly, I pulled a small vibrator out of my clutch and held it up for her to see.  Her eyes widened.  "Oh," she gasped.

"Open."  Obediently, her jaw fell open, and I slid the vibrator between her lips.  "That's it," I cooed.  She sucked on it, her cheeks hollowing slightly, getting it nice and wet.  Unable to help myself, the sight of her too sexy, I slid it in and out of her mouth gently, hoping to get her worked up like she had been this afternoon.

I squatted before her, nudging her legs open.  Carefully touching as little skin as possible, I slid her dress up her legs to get a better view.  As promised, she had no panties on, her bare cunt open for my view.  I couldn't help but to lick my lips at the sight.  Slowly, agonizingly so for her, I spread her lips to slide the vibrator inside of her.  Her knees buckled and her hand flew to my shoulder to stabilize herself.  "Oh princess," I mocked, her nails digging into my skin, "It's going to be a long night for you if you're already this wet."  Just to be a tease, I dragged my fingers through her wetness and circled her clit once.

She huffed.  "I wonder what's got me so worked up."

Smirking at her attitude, I responded, "Yes, I wonder."  I stood back up and kissed her on the forehead.  I tugged the bottom of her dress back into place, my lips trailing kisses down her temple and cheek.  "How does that feel?" I whispered against the corner of her mouth.

Her chest heaved against mine, her eyes refused to open.  Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, the tip of her tongue brushing against my own lip.  I continued trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck.  She tilted her head back and swallowed thickly, unable to answer.

"Doesn't it feel good?" I tried again, sucking the sensitive spot behind her ear.

"Yes," she whispered hoarsely.

"And to think," I said pulling away, "I haven't even turned it on yet."  She grumbled the whole way to the car, displeased with my amused chuckles.

_ _ _

Entering Marcel's, India on my arm, had me strutting with confidence.  She was so beautiful, the envy of every woman and the desire of every man.  As the maitre d' led us to our table at the back of the restaurant, there wasn't a single eye not trained on India.  My chest swelled with pride knowing that Indi was on my arm, had eyes only for me.

Each passing day grew more difficult to not tell her how I truly felt.  But there was still a small part of me that worried she was faking all of this for the sake of the arrangement.  She hadn't been interested in actually dating; all she wanted was some financial help.  I chose to keep those three words to myself; rather than telling her I loved her, I opted instead to shower her with gifts.

I had a flashback to our first date, full of awkward nerves and unsure touches.  I was thankful that I no longer had to worry about whether I was allowed to touch her, or if she thought I was being a possessive ape.  I relished her clinging to me as we made our way to our table.  I also couldn't help but to be proud of how far she had come in letting me spoil her.  She had been excited to come to dinner tonight.

It had been nearly impossible to let her leave the house in her tiny dress, her legs so smooth, elongated by her heels.  It was all the more difficult knowing just how soft they were since I had spent the afternoon touching them.  My stomach clenched remembering what she didn't have underneath that dress.  I bit my lip in anticipation of later, knowing what reward she had in store for being so good this afternoon.  It wasn't often I denied her.  In fact, I think this had been a first.

I thought I had the upper hand leaving her so wanting.  All evening she flashed those irresistible, pouty eyes at me, begging for me to finish what I started.  But the lesson was important; she needed to learn how to wait.  Her growing desire, however, made her reckless.  It was unbearable to have her look at me from across the table like that – her big, brown eyes fluttering at me innocently.  I bit my lip, grasping at my waning control.

Once again fluttering her eyelashes, she asked me to choose what she would eat for dinner, knowing exactly what that control would do to me.  India eye fucked me all through dinner, her soft curls haloing around her face.  She was the perfect contrast of innocent and sinful: soft curls and big brown eyes with her full lips painted red to match her wine.  My hand clenched around my wine glass, desperate to touch her again.

I couldn't think straight.  I always found it so incredible that she could make me, a thirty-eight year old woman, feel like I was sixteen again.  Smoothly, I slipped my foot out of my heel, stretched my leg under the table, and brushed it against her soft leg.  She gasped softly in surprise, eyes darting up from her food to question what I was doing.  I inched it higher and higher, gently nudging her legs apart.  She exhaled audibly, her pupils blown with want.  I smirked at her desire, thankful to regain the upper hand.  And surreptitiously, I turned the vibrator on from the control on my phone.

She jolted in her seat, surprised by the sensation.  Once she got used to the sensation, she sighed, her eyes drooping slightly.  Gently, her hips started to rock against her seat.  I stopped the vibrations.  Her eyes flew open.  "Why?" she whined.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson from earlier."  Her mouth fell open in shock, unable to respond.  "You forget who lets you cum," I whispered harshly.

"No no no," she argued, "I'm yours.  I belong to you, and so do my orgasms."  I felt my stomach clench at her words.  Maybe the lesson was sinking in.  I smirked and mercifully turned the vibrator back on.

Slowly, she licked her bottom lip, her chest rising and falling more rapidly.  It was such a pleasure to watch her.  I felt myself growing wet, desire for her fluttering deep in my stomach.  "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her voice growing louder with each 'yes.' 

"Careful, angel.  Remember where we are," I warned.

Her eyes flashed open, checking to see if any eyes were on hers.  Any eyes besides mine, that was.  Her fingers scratched at anything they could grab, the table cloth pulling up in her tight grip, dishes sliding around a bit.  "Em, I'm-"

"No."  I ceased the vibrations again.  Her hand slapped against the table, clattering silverware ringing around our corner of the restaurant.  Anger and disbelief flared in her wide eyes.

"I was so close," she whined.

"Tough," I said with an unsympathetic shrug of my shoulders.  I took a sip of wine while she regained her breath, her mind turning a mile a minute.  I narrowed my eyes at her, wondering what she was thinking about.

She demurely raised her napkin to blot at her lips, as if she hadn't just been about to let the whole restaurant know what game we were playing.  Mischief glimmered behind her eyes as she looked up at me to ask, "Can we have dessert, ma'am?"

She so rarely asked for anything – I was all too happy to oblige whatever she wanted.  "Of course we can, baby.  Get whatever you want."

I hadn't noticed when our waiter came to take her dessert order, nor did I hear what she ordered.  I was too focused on how her perfect, red lips would soon be smudged from my kiss and how her coiffed curls would soon be strung out from my hands.  I was deaf to everything except how she had sounded earlier this afternoon.  It had been a while since I heard her so desperate.  All I could think about was getting her home.

"Thank you," she chirped at the waiter, drawing me out of my imaginings.  She smiled genuinely at the chocolate lava cake placed in front of her, and I smiled at her happiness.  There wasn't a thing I wouldn't do to make her smile like that.  

But in the blink of an eye, I watched her genuine smile turn into something devilish.  Eyes unwavering from mine, she slowly dipped her spoon into her cake, chocolate fudge spilling all around the plate, and brought her spoon up to her lips.  Slowly, sensually, I watched her full lips wrap around the spoon.  Her eyes closed involuntarily, and she moaned at the decadence.  My breath caught in my throat, and involuntarily my thighs clenched together.  That moan – sounding just like the ones she made in the bedroom – shot straight to my core.  "Indi, god!" I whispered.

She slowly opened her eyes, dragging the spoon out of her mouth, her tongue flicking out to get every last taste of chocolate.  "Yes?" she asked breathlessly, batting her lashes in mock innocence.  I soon realized dessert was a rouse, a tool; this was revenge for denying her once again.  She was trying to rile me up.  And damn it, it was working.  

She took another bite, her lips wrapping around the spoon again, just like they had before.  All I could think about was getting her on her knees so her lips could wrap around my cock like that, like they had been wrapped around the vibrator earlier.  I wanted to see her look up at me with lust in her eyes, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked. 

I smirked back at her, not bothering to hide the fact that I was unlocking my phone again.  Her eyes locked in on my fingers, waiting for me to turn the vibrations back on.  It had been several minutes since they were last on, giving her plenty of time to have settled back down.  I turned the vibrator on the lowest setting.  Her eyes slid closed, and her fingers tightened around her spoon.  While she was still distracted, I caught our waiter's eye and signaled for the check.  

Her breathing became more rapid as I didn't stop her from chasing her pleasure.  She started squirming in her seat, finding the right rhythm.  She opened her eyes and gauged my reactions, trying to hide her pleasure, fearful that I would turn the vibrator back off. 

"Finish your cake, angel."

She licked her lips slowly, trying to gain some composure.  "Don't you want any dessert?" she asked, panting through her pleasure.

"I think I'll have my dessert at home," I rasped, drilling my eyes into her.  I willed her to understand that I was going to devour her as soon as we were alone.  I turned the vibrations up.

"Oh," she breathed, her spoon falling to the plate.  "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the other patrons' conversations.  She gripped the edge of the table cloth, bunching the fabric in her hands.  "Please, can I cum, ma'am?"

"Your check, miss," the waiter stated, placing the check in front of me.  Indi whimpered, covering it quickly with a cough.  The waiter's eyes darted to her, but quickly looked back to me, smiling tightly.

"Thank you," I dismissed.

As soon as he had turned his back, Indi begged again, "Please."

I turned the vibrator back off.  "No."  I locked my phone and turned to the check, not even bothering to confirm everything was correct on it; I wanted to get out of here as fast as possible.  Once I signed, I looked up and asked, "Do you want to finish that?" nodding to her cake.

"Fuck no," she scoffed, already sliding out of her chair.

_ _ _

The ride home had been unbearable.  For half an hour, Indi softly whined, her hips bucking into nothing, desperate for some sort of relief.  I couldn't help but creep my hand further and further up her thigh, thankful her dress was too long for me to touch her under her skirt.  If I had known, definitively, how wet she had been, we wouldn't have made it home.

I slid into the circle drive, not bothering to pull into the garage.  She clicked out of her seatbelt the second I began to slow the car, her hand already poised over the handle.  We flew up the driveway to the front door, desperate to be inside.  I unlocked the door, but before I opened it, I pinned her back to my front with a tight arm around her waist.  Harshly in her ear I whispered, "Strip and wait for me at the foot of the bed."  She shivered.  "Don't move from that spot.  I'll be up in a few."

"Yes ma'am."  And she was off like a racehorse to follow instructions.  

I took my time gathering some aftercare essentials so I wouldn't have to come back downstairs.  I filled our largest water bottle, grabbed a banana and her favorite granola bar, and headed back upstairs.  Slowly, I crept up the stairs, giving her a few more moments to comply with my instruction.

When I crossed the threshold, I nearly moaned at the sight of her: bare and sitting on her knees for me, a few errant curls falling down her shoulders.  I kicked my heels off and deposited her snacks for later on the dresser, my eyes never leaving her.  For a beat longer, I stared, waiting for her to look up at me.  But she never did.  It seemed I finally denied her into submission.  My mouth watered.

I rid myself of my jewelry, tied my hair back, and slipped out of my dress.  The smooth silk sliding down my body raised goosebumps on my skin.  India wasn't the only one desperate to get off.

I quickly grabbed a few toys I knew I'd want for tonight and laid them out on the dresser.  Silently, I stalked towards her, ready to devour her.  "You've been so good tonight, angel.  I'm going to fuck you until you see stars."

She whimpered, but kept her head down.  Softly, she begged, "Please, ma'am."

"Look at me."  I hooked a finger under her chin, guiding her gaze to mine.  "My good girl," I cooed.  "Get me off right now, and I will fuck you until you can't stand anymore."  Her pupils widened, blown with lust.  "Does that sound good?"  She slowly nodded, unable to speak.  "Lay down," I commanded with a jerk of my head, directing her to the bed.

She scrambled to lay down as fast as she could, settling into the plush comforter.  I straddled her head, and lowered myself to her awaiting tongue, our twin moans sounding at the contact.  She wasted no time, immediately lapping at my cunt, her fingers soon following.  I was so on edge, it took her only minutes to get me flying to the peak.  "That's it, baby."  My hips rocked faster and faster, my hands smoothing up my body to my nipples.  "Fuck, Indi.  You're doing so good for me.  Don't stop."

She moaned into my pussy, the nails of her free hand clawing into my skin, the fingers inside me curling deliciously.  "Fuck," I hissed.  She had never done that before and it felt incredible.  "Yes, baby.  Just like that."  I continued to ride her face, chasing my orgasm.  I moaned loudly, my orgasm crashing over me as she started sucking at my clit.  Involuntarily, my fingers wound into her hair and I pressed her further into the mattress, too lost in pleasure to wonder if she could breathe.

I swung my leg back over her head, flopping to lay on my back while I caught my breath.  India laid next to me, thighs pressing together impatiently while she waited for her next instruction.

After another deep breath, I turned to my side to look at her.  Now that my own desire had been sated, now that I could finally think straight, I was ready to focus on her for the rest of the night.  "Oh, India."  I trailed a single finger down the side of her face, letting her relish in my touch.  I gently rolled her over to lay on her back.  "Don't move," I warned.  I walked over to the dresser and grabbed the ankle cuffs and vibrator I had placed there earlier.  I had let India suffer all day; it was time I worshiped her now.

I wrapped my hands around her ankles, rubbing my thumb against her soft skin.  "Please," she whispered.  "Please don't tease."

"You've been such a good girl for me, angel."  She whimpered at the praise and my hands inching up her legs.  "You've taken everything I've given," I continued quietly.  "I think it's time I reward my princess for being so good, hmm?"

She moaned as I traced my fingers up her thighs, nearly to where she needed me.  "Yes," she agreed breathlessly.  I removed my hands from her thighs to cuff her ankles, and she whined.  I slid the leather around each ankle and tied her to the anchors on the bed.  I needed her legs open for the rest of the night.  Once she was spread for me, I resumed touching her thighs.  "I'm good," she re-iterate for me.

"Yes, you are, angel.  My good girl."  She moaned again, her hands fisting into the sheets next to her.  "Now," my fingers traced her slit, feeling her wetness slip around the vibrator still inside of her from dinner.  "Pick a number."

"What?"  She was quickly losing all ability to think.  I slowly pulled the vibrator out of her, drawing a loud, wanton moan from her throat.  

"Pick a number, baby."

"Eight."

"So trusting," I cooed at her, swiping my fingers up her slit.  She hissed when I circled her clit.  "This number could have been for anything."  She was too braindead to comprehend the implications of blindly picking a number; I could have been asking for a number of swats.  Instead, I had her pick the number of times she would cum tonight.  "Do you want to cum on my mouth?" 

Her hands traced up her torso to her tits and squeezed.  "God, yes," she moaned.

"Get yourself off, show me how good you can touch yourself, baby, and then I'll make you cum eight times."

Her breathing stuttered.  "Wh-what?" 

I pushed her legs apart a bit more so I could really look at her.  I licked my lips, eager to taste her.  But I wanted to watch her touch herself first.  I wanted to see her fingers covered in her own arousal, watch how she circled her own clit to get off.  I grabbed her right hand and placed it over her cunt.  "Touch yourself for me angel.  I want to see you rub that pretty pussy."

"Mmmm Ma'am please," she whined.  "I've been waiting all day for your touch."  Despite her words, her fingers were already moving, spreading her wetness around.

"That's it, baby," I praised.  "Let me hear how good it feels."  She started breathing a little heavier, getting over her embarrassment, getting into it.  "Pump your fingers inside yourself, princess."  Immediately, her fingers disappeared inside herself, and I watched completely entranced.  "Slower," I nearly begged, hypnotized.  She grunted in protest, not wanting a slow pace after being teased all day, but complied.  

"My angel," I cooed.  "Touch your clit with your other hand." 

"I can't!" she whined.  "I don't want my hands.  I can't get off like this," she protested.  "I need you, Ma'am."  She looked at me through lust-heavy eyes, frustration growing behind those long lashes.

"Yes you can, baby," I encouraged.  I started massaging her thighs, unable to not touch her anymore.  "Circle that pretty clit.  Show me how good it makes you feel." 

"Fuck," she hissed after a few swipes over her clit.  "Am I allowed to cum?  Please, Em, please let me cum."

"Yes, pretty girl.  Cum all over those fingers for me."  She pinched her eyes shut and threw her head back, exposing her delicious neck to me, though I couldn't tear my eyes away from how her soaked fingers rubbed furiously at her clit.  She relaxed into the bed, her fingers slowing.

Immediately, I had a hold on her wrist and lifted her fingers to my mouth, cleaning her glistening fingers.  "God, baby," I breathed.  "Such a good girl for me," I cooed as I crawled up her body.  I left a trail of hot, wet kisses on her skin, even sucking a few marks into her skin.

"Ma'am, please," she begged again, "I need you."

"How do you want to cum again, angel?  You've been so patient today."  I nuzzled the underside of her jaw as I whispered my fingers over her slit.  She didn't answer, only sighed contentedly as I continued to touch her.  My touch grew more insistent, unable to deny myself any longer.  I kissed her passionately, lapping into her mouth until she was breathless.  "Indi," I prompted again, pulling away, "How do you want to cum?"

"Fingers," she gasped.  Her fingers wrapped themselves in my hair, keeping my mouth on her skin.  "Then your tongue, then your choice."  I chuckled at her desperation, eager to get started.  "I don't care," she continued.  "Just please stop teasing me.  I'm going to explode.  I need you, Ma'am."

I slammed my fingers inside of her, pumping in and out at a quick pace, eliciting a long moan from Indi.  "That's it, baby.  Let me hear you."  She panted in my ear, her hot breath causing goosebumps to spread down my arm.  I nipped at her earlobe, soothing the sting with my tongue.  She pulled against the cuffs at her ankles, wanting to close her legs over my hand.  "You don't need permission tonight to cum.  You cum when you're ready; you deserve it, angel."

"Yesssss," she hissed.  "You feel so good, Em.  I'm so close."  Her fingers untangled from my hair and dropped down to my back, clawing scratch marks down my spine.  "Closer," she whined.  "I need you closer."  I tucked my head in the crook of her neck, panting against her skin, sucking marks into her flesh.  She continued to pull at me, needing me closer.  Once again, I heard the metal of her restraints clank as she tried to wrap her legs around me to draw me closer.  "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted.  I pushed my fingers deeper.

"Fuck!" she screamed, her walls fluttering around my fingers.

I slipped my fingers from her and went to slide down her body to clean her up, but she clung tightly.  "Not yet."  I settled my weight on her, hoping I wasn't too heavy for her.  She sighed happily.  "I just need a minute," she said, trying to catch her breath.

I laughed darkly.  "You have six to go, angel."

She groaned, pulling me impossibly closer.  "What have I gotten myself into?"  I kissed under her jaw, waiting for her to be ready to go again.

"Can I have a drink before we go again?"  I smiled, happy she was taking care of herself.

"Of course you can, baby."  I pushed myself up to grab her water, but she clung onto me tightly.  "I'll come right back," I laughed.  She pouted, but let me go.

Unabashedly, she sat up, her nipples still hard from arousal; she made no move to cover herself.  I handed her the water, and as she drank, her fuck me eyes dared me to touch her.  I watched her muscles constrict as she swallowed, begging for my tongue to follow the lines of her throat.  A single drop of water dripped down her chin and fell to her chest.

"Oops."  She handed me the water bottle, eyes never leaving mine.  I set it aside, not caring about putting it back on the dresser, and dove for the rogue water droplet.  I attacked her skin with renewed fervor, trailing my lips down her skin.  Indi sighed as I reached her hips, hands once again tangling in my hair.

I nipped once at her thigh and then moved to her dripping cunt, licking her softly, slowly.  "Faster," she pleaded.  I refused, wanting to savor her taste.  I needed to lick every last inch of her because I knew after this orgasm, I was going to hold a vibrator to her clit until she cried.  "Faster, please."  I shook my head against her clit.  "Emilyyy," she complained.

I slid a finger inside of her, pulsing deeper in time with the rhythm of my tongue.  "Oh god," she moaned.  I hummed in pleasure.  She tasted so good.  "Emily, PLEASE.  Faster," she panted.  I finally complied, wanting her to drench my face with her wetness.  

As she came, she wrenched at my hair and bucked her hips, pressing herself into my mouth.  She keened shrilly, riding the wave for a few seconds before slumping against the bed.  "Fuck," she sighed.

I slid back up her body, hovering over her, and kissed the tip of her nose.  "You've had my fingers and my tongue," I husked, "Now it's my choice."  Her eyes lit up in excitement.

"And what's in store for me, Ma'am?"  She fluttered her eyelashes.

"Five more orgasms."  Before she could respond, I closed the distance between us and kissed her, tracing the line of her lips with my tongue.  She opened her mouth to me, accepting my tongue eagerly.  Lost in my kiss, she didn't notice that I had grabbed the vibrator that had been sitting between her legs the whole time.  I turned it on and pressed it to her clit.

"Ah!" she gasped, breaking our kiss.  "Oh my GOD."  I sucked on her ear lobe as she started writhing underneath me.  "Em- I-"  Her chest started heaving against my chest as she started breathing heavily.  "I won't last long like this."

"That's okay, princess.  Cum as much as you want.  Isn't that what you've wanted all day?  Haven't you been my desperate girl all day?" I teased.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm-"  Her fingers dug into my shoulder, her nails causing a familiar sting.  As she came down, I slid the vibrator down so I didn't overstimulate her clit.

"You're halfway there, angel."

"Oh," she groaned.  She roughly pushed the falling curls out of her face, smudging her mascara in the process.  I slid the vibrator back to her clit, circling lightly, drawing a hiss from her.

"What color are you?"

She panted heavily, her hips rocking.  "Green!"  I increased the pressure and kept circling.  "Em I'm so close again."

I kept my rhythm steady, staring at her face contorted in pleasure, her curls spread exactly as I had imagined they would be.  She had never been more beautiful.  "Come on, angel.  You're doing so good.  Cum for me again.  Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."  She shuddered beneath me, tipped over the edge again.  Only this time, I didn't stop.  I sat back, shimmying down her body and slid my fingers inside her while I kept the vibrator on her clit.  I wondered how overstimulated I could get her.

"Shit," she whimpered.  It only took her thirty seconds to cum again.  While her pussy was still clenching from her last orgasm, I pushed the vibrator inside her and attached my mouth back to her clit.  "I can't!" she gasped. 

"Yes you can, baby.  Two more.  Be my good girl and cum for me again."

Her hips started rocking against my mouth, rutting against my tongue.  I pulled back slightly to ask her again, "What color are you?"

"Green.  Now please!"  I returned my mouth to her clit and sucked, feeling the vibrator buzzing against my chin.  Indi's moans got longer, one morphing into the next as she rocketed to yet another orgasm. 

Before she could come down from her peak, I turned the vibrator up to the next setting and put it back on her clit.  "Emily!" she screamed, her thighs shaking around me.  I could see her muscles flexed taut, trying to pull against her restraints.  Once she had come down from her final orgasm, I turned the vibrator off and threw it to the side of our room to deal with later. 

India melted into my arms, completely spent.  "You did so good for me," I whispered in her ear.  "You took me so well, angel.  I knew you could do it."  Her eyes closed as she struggled to catch her breath.  I smoothed her hair back and kissed her on the forehead.  "You're so beautiful, so good for me."

"Can you do something for me, baby?"

"Uh uh," she muttered against my neck, shaking her head in the negative.  "Too tired."

"It's important, baby."  I pulled away to get her water and the banana.  "A few bites while I grab something to clean you up," I demanded.  I quickly peeled the banana half way for her and helped her sit up, unlatching the cuffs from around her ankles.  "A few bites," I repeated, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead before heading into the bathroom. 

I returned with a warm washcloth and was pleased to see she had eaten over half the banana, her water bottle in her other hand.  "Good girl."  I kissed her on the forehead again.  Gently, because I knew she was overstimulated, I wiped her leaking pussy clean.  When I finished, she handed me the rest of the banana, took a drink, and handed me her water bottle.  "Do you want pajamas tonight?" I asked walking to deposit the washcloth into the hamper.

"No," she said softly.  "I want to feel you."

As quickly as I could, I returned to her, helping her settle under the covers.  She immediately laid her head on my chest, burrowing into me.  I felt unbelievably close to her like this, skin to skin, heart to heart.  It didn't take long for her to settle, she was practically jello in my arms.  I smoothed a hand over the top of her head and down her shoulder, drawing patterns into her skin like I knew she liked.  I relaxed when I felt her body succumb to sleep, tucked securely into my side.  My movements gradually slowed as sleep started to overtake my own body.  "Goodnight, love," I whispered in the dark, wondering if it was too soon to tell her how I felt.

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[gracilissart]

HELLO !!!

Hope you well and get good sleepy Last night😊

Im now addicted to the band "Bauhaus ", because of you 😂 And all my neightbours Heart " the passion of Lovers " . 🤣

And a question 😁 :

Wich animal ist youre Favorit ?

Mine is the bear 🐻🧸 ( obviously 😄 )

Have a good day / night / whatever

Ted 🧸

good afternoon 🫡 very glad to see I have cultured the masses (gotten one (1) person into Bauhaus)

my favourite from them personally is Double Dare. I like the entirety of the In the Flat Field album ngl

as for my favourite animal. that is an absolutely diabolical question because I like A Lot of animals however when I get asked this, I always have one animal that especially comes to mind. and that would be the anteater. they're so Nose I love them dearly