#i have no idea how to respond to the ask!

[yan-randomfandom]

Heyyy! I was wondering if you could do yandere saja boys x reader where the reader hangs out with a guy and they get very jealous

Yandere!Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; the day im satisfied with writing a yan!saja boys and/or yan!huntrix one shot is the day i'll retire because this is still lacking 💔

warnings; uncomfortable, stalking, possessive behavior, more spotlight on Abby! no Jinu here, sry!

— 🌇

That's weird.

You're not anywhere in your house. You haven't responded to their messages yet.

"Think they finally had enough of us?" Baby mutters, looking through your snack drawer—nothing of interest—before closing it harsher than intended. The loud bang echoes in the empty kitchen.

Abby narrows his eyes as he looks through the window. The sun is going to set soon. "That can't be right. Maybe they went to buy something."

"Without telling us?" Mystery growls, his fingers fidgeting together. Well, it's not like you need to tell them every action you'll do. He's not even sure himself why he's so irritated.

After all, they were already planning to take your soul after the whole thing is over. But now that he's thinking of it again, the idea doesn't feel so good anymore...

The front door suddenly squeals open. All of them turn, expecting you, but instead meet Romance's face.

"Don't look so disappointed," Romance scoffs with an eyebrow raise. "I found the human. Come on."

— 🫧

First, they felt relief, then anger, then sadness, then nothing.

They found you alone, as Romance said you were, but then you started laughing. Your gentle laughter stopped them from getting any closer. A smile curls on your lips as your eyes consistently follow something.

"What?" Romance mutters, confusion scrunching his face. They can't see well from this angle—but they can't move either without being seen.

"I told you it's slippery," you snicker, walking over and extending your hand. Ah. So you weren't alone. "Come on. I'll help you up, I guess."

"Thanks," a voice replies, matching your energy, causing all of the boys to glance at each other. They watch as a hand takes yours. "I guess."

The person gets up—a man. Not a demon, but a human. Standing too close to you and still holding your hand. Or maybe it was just a normal distance, and time felt like forever watching you touch that thing—but, oh, Gwi-Ma. They feel like boiling their human forms.

You finally let go of him, using your hand to fish your phone out of your pocket. A frown snakes across your lips after a while. "Oh, no."

"Oh no?" your friend asks, tilting his head. "Is something wrong?"

You begin chewing your bottom lip, looking around. "No, uh, not really. But I have to go now. Nice catching up with you, man!"

"Aw, really?" he says, glancing at his phone. "Oh. It is pretty late. Isn't your apartment like right over there? I can—"

"There you are!"

You and your friend turn your heads, both of your eyes widening for entirely different reasons.

Abby approaches you with a charming smile, settling an arm over your shoulders. He hums as he takes a good, innocent look at your companion. "Who's this?"

"Saja— Abs—Abby? From Saja Boys?! Uh, I mean— Hi! So nice to meet you!" An unexpected blush blooms over your friend's face. He glances at you with nervousness and fascination before bowing his head.

Your friend shows off a crooked grin. He's a big fan already; he told you moments ago how he had Soda Pop on loop. You huff and remove Abby's arm from your shoulder, barely able to hold your flinch at the way he looked offended.

You gaze at Abby in anticipation.

Abby immediately gets the hint and masks himself. "Oh, a fan! Thank you for your support!"

They took a picture, Abby did his autograph, all the while giving him fanservice with his abs. Your friend giggles cheerfully as they shake their hands goodbye. You didn't miss the way Abby wiped his hand on his shirt when your friend wasn't looking.

"Take care!" you call to him, waving a hand before turning to a blank-faced Abby.

He stares at you humorlessly.

You blink, avoiding his eyes. "Uh, hey. Sorry about... not replying. I ran out of—"

Abby chuckles, smiles like he wasn't just judging your entire being, and shakes his head. He returns to draping his arm around your shoulder protectively. "No need to explain. We're glad you're safe. Let's go home."

Your brows furrow as Abby guides your walk. We're? We?

It's an obvious thing that once a member is involved, all of them are. Just... where are the others? Abby is the only one here.

You stray your eyes, landing on a window.

In the dim reflection, three pairs of glowing, golden eyes point at you in the distance. Ah. There they are. Watching, waiting.

Ugh. You look away. Jinu's never this level of creepy. He's not present again, as always.

You don't notice Abby nodding his head curtly next to you.

— need .. need to include more horrors..... ngl I'm stuck between funny or horrific yan!saja boys ,,

— also if you're wondering why Jinu isn't here, I just prefer not to include him in general! yeah my bad, in my other fics he's just kinda hanging around

— why's it so hard for me to write yandere (says the yandere blog)

[dollkuna]

the digest. clingy bf sukuna who can't stand when you go out without him :(

sukuna has a hard time taking no for an answer. so, when you told him your saturday date would have to be rescheduled, he wasn't exactly thrilled.

in fact, for the entire week leading up to it, he completely dismissed the idea, acting as if there was no universe in which you wouldn't be going out with him.

"are you wearing the black dress for dinner?" he’d asked, just a couple of days before, his voice a low rumble beside you. it was as if you hadn't already clearly laid out your actual plans. "you look nice in the black dress."

"i am wearing the black dress, actually," you hummed back, flipping to the next page of your novel. he was snuggled beside you under the warm sheets, comfortable and completely oblivious. "not for dinner, though. for the party. the one i'm going to. like i said."

in response, you’d gotten an grunt, which you’d taken as acceptance, or at least acknowledgement. that's why it struck you as so utterly odd, how completely shell-shocked he looked on said saturday, watching you get ready for an event that clearly wasn't a date.

"ryo," you sighed, seeing the storm brewing in his golden eyes. "relax." no, you weren’t betraying him, as sukuna so dramatically put it; you were just heading to a friend’s birthday party. "i really can't not go. it's a birthday. it only happens, you know, once a year. we can absolutely go tomorrow."

he narrowed his brows at you, arms crossed over his chest like a petulant child. "relax? this is treason."

as you carefully put in your delicate earrings, you shot him a quick glance. "jesus, baby. i'll be back before you even know i'm gone."

for a brief second, a flicker of hope crossed sukuna's face. "and… i can't come?" your boyfriend looked absolutely adorable, pouting like that. you didn't dare point it out, though, not wanting to risk dampening his already fragile mood any further.

instead, you reached out and gently pinched his cheek, and he responded with a playful nip at your finger. "no, i'm sorry. it's really just a girls' thing."

"you won't even know i'm there," he insisted, his voice surprisingly earnest.

you couldn't help but laugh softly, tilting your head at him. "you're a 6'5, pink-haired man, dude. i think i'll know."

"don't call me that. and you don't love me," he muttered, turning his head away dramatically.

just then, your phone buzzed, and you knew without looking it was your friend. a quick honk from outside confirmed it – your ride was here, and you needed to leave. "don't be like that. you know i do."

"then stay." his voice was firm, unyielding.

"no."

"i knew it," he declared, a hint of self-pity in his tone.

"stop. okay, fine," you huffed, walking over to where he was still seated on the edge of the bed. you stepped between his legs, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. "i'll be back thirty minutes early."

his expression didn't change one bit. "stay."

"one hour early," you tried, chewing on your bottom lip, hoping to appeal to his logical side.

"stay."

throwing him a look, you squinted at sukuna. "do you even know how bargaining works?"

"stay." sukuna's poker face held as steady as ever, completely unbreakable.

you ran your fingers through his soft, spiky hair, a heavy, weary breath escaping you. "alright, fine. two hours early, and we can cuddle and watch movies after."

he paused, a tiny flicker in his eyes, like he was genuinely considering this new offer. then, he shook his head slowly. "stay."

your shoulders slumped, and you let out a long, theatrical groan. "you can pick the movie."

"deal." he'd won, and he knew it, a smug, triumphant look spreading across his face.

either way, you ended up coming home three hours early.

[seobluuu]

𓂃 ࣪⋆🪞˚ ༘ the replacement game ⋆ 유지민

in which the cold, untouchable heiress to the yu group is used to getting what she wants and never letting anyone see her weaknesses. but when her ex-girlfriend flaunts her new relationship, karina does something reckless: she asks the cute barista from her favorite cafe to pretend to be her new girlfriend.

starring. chaebol!yu jimin x barista!reader

word count. 2.5k

genre. kinda rebound??!reader , fake dating , angst , non idol au , a little bit of fluff

part 1 part 2

the espresso machine hisses like an angry cat as you wipe down the counter. the café's afternoon lull has settled in, sunlight streaming through the windows in lazy golden streaks. you're restocking the cinnamon when the bell chimes with an unusual violence.

karina storms in, her usually perfect appearance disheveled — hair slightly messy, the collar of her black dior blazer crooked. her louboutons click sharply against the tile as she struts towards the counter.

"double espresso. now." her voice sharp.

you raise an eyebrow but say nothing, turning to prepare her usual. the silence stretches, thick with tension. when you slide the cup toward her, you notice her hands are trembling. 

"someone woke up on the wrong side of their penthouse this morning," you tease.

karina's dark eyes flash as she flicks up from her phone.  "do I pay you to psychoanalyze me?"  

"no, you pay me for overpriced caffeine," you counter, nodding to the untouched croissant from her last visit still sitting in the display case. "though apparently not to actually eat anything."  

"not hungry," she mutters, taking a sip and immediately wincing. "christ, that's bitter."  

you raise an eyebrow. "you order the same thing every time. since when do you care about bitter?"  

"my ex is dating someone new," she blurts out.

oh.

you quickly close your mouth before things get too awkward and nod sympathetically.

"ah. how long were you two—"

"four days." she slams the cup down, espresso sloshing over the rim. "it's been four fucking days since we broke up."

the raw pain in her voice makes you pause. you're about to respond when the door chimes again. karina goes rigid, her spine straightening like she's been electrocuted.

"well well, look who's here."

the voice drips with venom. you turn to see a stunning woman in head-to-toe chanel saunter in, arm linked with a gorgeous girl who looks fresh off a runway. 

"yuna, this is where jimin drowns her sorrows," soojin announces loudly, stroking her new girlfriend's arm. "the coffee's mediocre but it's... cute, i guess."

karina's fingers tighten around her cup so hard you hear the porcelain creak. you see it then — the moment her heartbreak curdles into something darker, sharper. 

an idea sparks in her eyes. before you can react, karina's hand shoots out to grasp yours across the counter, her grip almost painful. 

"jagiya," she says suddenly, too loud, her voice dripping with false sweetness, "didn't you say you were off at three?" her thumb strokes your knuckles in a mockery of affection. "let's get out of here."

soojin's perfectly sculpted eyebrows shoot up. "oh how cute. you replaced me already?" she tsks, examining you like a piece of flawed merchandise. "though i'd expected better from you, jimin."

you open your mouth to protest, but karina beats you to it. 

"actually," she purrs, leaning into your space until you catch the scent of her expensive perfume — rose and something darker, "we've been seeing each other for weeks." her smile is all sharp edges. "guess i wasn't as broken up about us as you thought."

the lie hangs in the air, thick as the coffee grounds clogging the espresso filter. you should pull away. you should call her out. 

but karina’s fingers were shaking, and her eyes — god, her eyes looked so hurt. 

soojin's laughter rings hollow. "pathetic." she drags her girlfriend toward the door, tossing over her shoulder, "have fun with your... little barista."

the bell jingles. 

silence descends as karina's grip goes slack, her carefully constructed mask crumbling. 

"i'm sorry," she mutters, avoiding your eyes. "that was— i shouldn’t have—"  

you study her. the smudged mascara she'd tried to fix in haste, the way her bottom lip quivers before she bites it still. 

"four days, huh?" you say softly. 

karina nods, her throat working. "she was with this girl before we even..." her voice breaks. 

a beat of silence passes. then you make your decision. 

"well," you sigh, grabbing a pen and scribbling your number on a napkin, "if we're going to sell this, you'll need to actually take me out." you slide it toward her. "dinner. tomorrow. and you're paying."

karina stares at the napkin like it might bite her. when she finally looks up, there's something like hope warring with the hurt in her dark eyes. 

"eight o'clock," she says, her voice regaining some of its usual steel. "don't be late." 

as she strides out, you realize two things: 

one, you've just agreed to the worst idea in dating history. 

two, the way your heart races when she smiles at you — really smiles — is going to be a problem. 

the bell chimes again as the door closes, leaving you alone with the bitter aftertaste of coffee and the sinking feeling you've just made a deal with the karina yu.

you stand in front of your closet for forty five minutes, which is ridiculous.

it isn’t a real date. karina is just using you to make her ex jealous.

yet here you are, holding up your only nice dress, wondering if the black one makes you look too serious.

a car horn blares outside.

you peek through the curtains — a sleek black town car idles at the curb, its windows tinted so dark you can’t see inside. your stomach flips.

the intercom buzzes.

"are you coming down," karina’s voice crackles through the speaker, "or should i send the driver up to drag you out?"

you roll your eyes but grab your jacket, taking one last look in the mirror and adjusting the neckline of your dress for the twentieth time.

karina leans against the car door when you step outside, dressed in a fitted black dress that probably costs more than your rent. her hair is perfectly styled again, her lips painted that same dangerous red. back to her untouchable self.

except — her fingers tap nervously against her thigh.

"you’re late," she says.

you check your phone. "it’s 7:59."

"exactly." she opens the car door. "get in."

the interior smells like leather and her perfume. you slide onto the seat, hyper-aware of how close she is.

karina eyes your outfit — the dark green dress you’ve finally picked, the boots you’ve shined just for this.

"you look…" she pauses. "nice."

you raise an eyebrow. "nice? that’s all?"

a smirk tugs at her lips. "don’t push your luck."

-

the restaurant is the kind of place you've only seen in movies — crystal chandeliers, waiters in tuxedos, tables so far apart they afford complete privacy. your platforms sink into the plush carpet as the waiter leads you both to a secluded corner table with a view of the city lights.

karina orders for both of you without asking.

"you’re bossy," you mutter.

she sips her wine. "you’ll live."

the food comes in tiny, artistic portions that somehow fill you up.

between courses, karina surprises you by actually asking questions — about your job, your family, even your stupid obsession with that baking competition show. the more she drinks, the softer her edges become. you catch her smiling at one of your dumb jokes, her cold facade cracking to reveal someone warm and quick-witted beneath.

halfway through dinner, your phone buzzes.

a text from your coworker:

jiheon dude. soojin just walked into the cafe asking where you were she looks PISSED 19:34

you show karina. her grip on her fork tightens.

"perfect," she says, too calm.

you frown. "you knew she’d go there?"

karina doesn’t answer. just flags down the waiter. "we’ll take dessert to go."

-

the car ride back was quiet.

when you pull up to your apartment, karina finally speaks.

"tomorrow. lunch at the hotel by her office." she won’t look at you. "she eats there every friday."

you cross your arms. "so this is just a game to you?"

karina’s jaw clenches. "you knew what this was."

"yeah. i did." you reach for the door handle. "but you could at least pretend i’m a person and not just a prop."

her head snaps up. for a second, she looks genuinely startled. then —

"i’m sorry." the words come out quiet, rough. "i… don’t do this often."

you pause. "do what?"

"any of it." she finally meets your eyes. "thank you. for tonight."

the sincerity throws you off balance.

karina reaches into her purse and pulls out a small box. "here."

inside is a delicate rose gold bracelet.

"too much?" she asks when you don’t speak.

you snort. "a little." but you put it on anyway.

karina smiles — a real one, small and unsure. it makes her look younger. softer.

"tomorrow," she says. "noon."

you get out of the car, but before you can walk away, she rolls down the window.

"wear the bracelet," she calls. then, quieter: "it looks good on you."

as the car pulls away, leaving you standing on the sidewalk, tracing the cool metal at your wrist. the bracelet is real. the dinner had been real. the way your heart raced when she smiled at you — that was terrifyingly real.

the bathroom lights at the grand hyatt are too bright, bouncing off the polished marble surfaces until everything feels too much, too exposed. you lean against the cool counter, adjusting the rose gold bracelet around your wrist — the one karina gave you last night. the tiny blue stones catch the light as you turn your wrist, sparkling like fragments of a secret.

the door swings open without warning.

soojin's reflection appears beside you in the mirror, her designer heels clicking sharply against the tile, her crimson lips curling into a smirk.

"that's a pretty bracelet," she muses, her voice dripping with false sweetness. she reaches out before you can react, her manicured fingers tracing the delicate silver chain. "jimin always did have good taste."

you force yourself to stay still, to not pull away. "it was a gift."

soojin's dark eyes flick up to meet yours in the mirror. her smile is all teeth. "of course it was. she gave me one just like it, you know." her nail taps against the largest diamond. "right before she got bored."

the words land like a punch to the gut, but you refuse to let it show. "wow," you deadpan, turning on the faucet just to have something to do with your hands. "how original of her."

soojin's smirk falters for just a second before she recovers. "i'm just trying to help you, sweetheart. jimin doesn't do real relationships." she leans closer, her perfume overwhelming your senses. "she'll toss you aside the second this little game of hers stops being��"

the door bursts open with enough force to make both of you jump.

karina stands framed in the doorway, her black dress a stark contrast against the bright bathroom. her chest rises and falls rapidly, like she ran here. her dark eyes dart between you and soojin, and something dangerous flashes across her face.

"am i interrupting?" her voice is low, controlled.

soojin straightens, smoothing her already perfect hair. "just having a little chat with your… what was it again? girlfriend?" she scoffs. "please."

karina steps forward, her heels echoing sharply in the tiled room. she doesn't break eye contact with soojin as she reaches for your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. they're warm and slightly trembling.

"yes," karina says, the word final. "my girlfriend. and we're leaving."

she pulls you out before soojin can respond, her grip almost painfully tight as she leads you through the restaurant. the other diners' curious glances burn against your skin as you hurry past.

"jimin—" you start, using her real name without thinking.

she freezes midstep, her shoulders tensing. when she turns, her expression is unreadable. "you've never called me that before."

the valet brings the car around. karina doesn't let go of your hand until you're both inside, the door shutting with a quiet thud that feels too loud in the sudden silence.

the divider between you and the driver is up, sealing you in your own private world. the city lights streak past the tinted windows as the car pulls away, turning everything outside into a blur of color.

karina sits stiffly beside you, her fingers twisting the rings on her left hand — a nervous habit you've started to notice.

"whatever she told you," she finally says, her voice rough, "it's bullshit."

you study her profile in the dim light — the sharp line of her jaw, the way her long lashes cast shadows on her cheeks. "you don't owe me an explanation," you say softly. "this is fake, remember?"

karina turns then, her dark eyes searching yours. there's something raw in her gaze, something vulnerable that makes your breath catch. "is it?"

the question hangs between you, fragile and terrifying.

the car pulls up to your apartment building. neither of you moves.

karina exhales sharply through her nose. "i should go."

"yeah," you agree, but make no move to leave.

she doesn't call the driver. doesn't tell him to leave.

your fingers find the bracelet again, the metal warm from your skin.

"stay," you whisper before you can stop yourself.

karina stills. for a long moment, the only sound is the quiet hum of the car's engine.

"okay."

the word is so quiet you almost miss it.

she murmurs something to the driver, who nods and steps out of the car, giving you privacy. the streetlights outside flicker through the windows, painting karina's face in alternating gold and shadow.

"call me jimin," she whispers. "when it's just us… call me jimin."

the moment stretches, suspended in the quiet darkness of the car. karina jimin has never looked at you like this before. her dark eyes are unguarded, vulnerable in a way that makes your chest ache. her fingertips hover just inches from your cheek, trembling slightly, as if she’s afraid to bridge that final distance.

you don’t let her hesitate.

slowly, deliberately, you tilt your face into her palm.

the second your skin meets hers, she inhales sharply, her breath hitching. her touch is warm, her fingers smooth against your cheek —but there’s a rawness to the way she holds you, like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she presses too hard.

her thumb brushes the curve of your cheekbone, feather-light. "you’re real," she murmurs, more to herself than to you.

you lean further into her hand, your eyes fluttering shut for just a second. "yeah," you whisper. "i am."

something in her expression fractures.

and then, she kisses you.

it’s not gentle. it’s not sweet. it’s desperate, like she’s been holding her breath for years and only now remembers how to breathe. her fingers slide into your hair, cradling the back of your head as she pulls you closer. you taste the wine from dinner on her lips, the faintest hint of something bitter underneath — regret, maybe, or fear.

when she finally pulls back, her breathing is uneven. her forehead rests against yours, her eyes still closed.

"tell me this is real," she whispers.

your fingers find the collar of her dress, gripping the fabric like an anchor. "it’s real."

she exhales, long and shaky, before kissing you again.

seobluuu speaks 💬 lowk didnt realize this all happened within 2 days until i finished but let's just assume they went on more dates between the bracelet scene nd the soojin bathroom scene... i wrote this with a part 2 (maybe 3 as well) in mind so dont worry :ppp ok maybe worry since i'll take forever to upload the next part but u get what i mean 🥀

[itoshiabi]

Stain

Summary: You, a clumsy tourist, spill coffee on a stranger—only to learn he's Sae Itoshi. What starts as an accident, leaves behind more than a stain… something neither of you can wash off.

The café is quiet — just the way he likes it.

Sae Itoshi sits at a window booth, scrolling through match footage with one hand and sipping tea with the other. No one has bothered him yet.

That changes in less than ten seconds.

"Oh my god—!"

A crash. A splash of heat.

He flinches, just barely, as coffee spills across his chest, soaking the front of his crisp, white shirt. His brows knit together the moment it hits — not in pain, but in the immediate, simmering annoyance of someone whose day just got very complicated.

You're in front of him, horrified. Tourist. Definitely. The English is a dead giveaway.

"Shit, I didn't see you and I tripped!!!! I am so—oh god—lo siento, I mean—wait, ¿está mojado tu… camisa?"

You're fumbling napkins from the counter and trying to pat the stain off his chest before he can even speak.

He grabs your wrist — not harshly, but firmly enough to stop you.

"Don't," he says flatly, in English.

You freeze.

Your heart is hammering. His voice is sharp, smooth, and cold — and his eyes? Piercing. Pale teal and unreadable.

'I—I was just trying to clean it—"

"You're making it worse."

You pull your hand back like you touched something electric. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. I was just walking, and I tripped, and—"

Sae looks you over for half a second. There's a splatter of your own drink on your sleeve. Passport poking out of your tote. Sweat at your brow. Your Spanish? Atrocious.

He already knows you have no idea who he is.

Good.

He lets out a quiet exhale and picks up a napkin himself, dabbing once at the soaked fabric.

"Is it ruined?" you ask hesitantly.

He doesn't answer right away.

You shift awkwardly, then blurt out, "How much was it?"

He finally looks at you again, mildly surprised by how direct the question was. He narrows his eyes slightly.

"You want to know how much the shirt costs?"

"I should pay you back, right?" you say, already fishing your credit card from your wallet. "So, just—name it."

A pause. Then-

"€580."

You go still.

Your jaw tugs open slightly. You blink. Then you press your lips together like you're trying very hard to stay composed.

"Right," you say. "Okay. That's… more than my flight here. But sure. Cool. Normal."

Your hand trembles slightly as you hold the card up.

He doesn't take it.

You glance at him. "What, you think I'm joking? I said I'd pay. I'm not a scammer."

He stares at you, that same distant expression on his face — but there's something else now, something subtle. Something intrigued.

"I don't need your money."

"You sure? Pretty sure I just committed fashion manslaughter."

"You think that shirt is fashion?"

You blink. "It was...... white? And expensive?"

Sae huffs once. Barely a laugh. More like air.

You sigh. "Listen, man, I really didn't mean to ruin your mood. Or your… shirt budget."

He doesn't respond. Instead, he shifts slightly in his seat and says, "Sit down."

You blink. "What?"

"You're still standing. It's annoying."

"You're serious?"

He just stares.

You hesitantly sit across from him, trying not to touch anything else. You expect the silence to be suffocating — but strangely, it isn't. He sips what's left of his tea like nothing happened.

Then your eyes catch something over his shoulder.

A man with a camera phone. Snapping a picture. And another.

Of him.

Of you with him.

You stiffen. "Hey… someone's taking pictures."

"I know," he says, not even turning.

You blink. "You know?"

"They usually do."

That gives you pause.

"Are you famous or something?"

Sae finally looks at you again, impassive. Then shrugs once. "Something like that."

You squint. "Wait. Are you in politics?"

He actually chokes on his tea a little.

You sit back, suspicious. "Or a Spanish pop star?"

"I'm not Spanish."

"Then what the hell are you?"

He stares at you, long and hard. You feel like you should shrink under that gaze — but strangely, you don't.

Finally, he says:

"I'm a footballer."

"Oh."

You blink again.

"So, like. For a club or something?"

He doesn't answer. His jaw twitches. You figure you've probably insulted his job.

You rub your forehead, flustered. "Okay, so you're mysterious and intimidating and apparently worth photographing. Great. I'm gonna be on someone's blog titled 'Foreigner girl ruins local athlete's entire fit.'"

"I'm not local either."

''…Are you just trying to be difficult now?"

He doesn't reply. You groan softly and lean back.

And yet… he still hasn't told you to leave.

Outside, Madrid wakes up slowly.

Inside, he watches you like a puzzle that he wasn't expecting to want to solve.

You, the first person in a long time who didn't flinch when he got cold.

Didn't pretend to like him just for his name.

Just a tourist.

Clumsy. Honest.

Annoying — but real.

He glances at his ruined shirt again, then back to you.

"You owe me a coffee," he says.

You blink.

"Wait. Seriously?"

"I didn't stutter.'

You huff. "Fine. One coffee. But I get to pick the table this time."

"Anywhere without you holding a drink is fine."

"Rude."

Sae doesn't smile.

But he also doesn't look away.

[skyracha]

500 Follower Part 1

Sex Education

[Bangchan/Maknae Line x Reader]

MDNI!!!!

Word Count: 6,554 😳

Not proofread

SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend Bangchan decided his Maknae need a little lesson on intimacy… you say yes to helping him.

WARNINGS: Sex, unprotected P in V, F!Recieving and M!Reciving Oral, Rough Fingering, Nipple Play, Degradation AND Praising, Choking mentioned like one, Voyuerism and HEAVY Exhibitionism, Begging, Munch!Han, Male masturbation, Use of Pet names, i’m sure i forgot stuff im sorry

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"Hyung?”

Chan groaned, rolling his eyes as the youngest members of his group came running up to him, Seungmin, Felix, Han and Jeongin murmuring to each other with flushed faces.

"Can I help you?"

The older sighed, closing his phone as the four stopped in front of him. He was sat alone on the couch, everyone else doing their own thing and preparing for bed after a long day of practice and work. He wanted nothing more than to go up to his room, take a nice, warm shower and sleep the night away with you.

But his boys seemed to have other plans.

"We just wanted to know..." Jeongin started, looking over at Seungmin and fidgeting with his hands. "...How do you get a girl to sleep with you?"

"What."

"I mean," Seungmin piped up. "How do you get a girl to be willing to have sex with you? We're trying to figure out how to do it."

Chan blinked, unsure what to make of his bandmates words. Did they think he had some sort of secret knowledge that would give them the ability to bed any girl they wanted? That he was some sort of Casanova?

"What makes you think I have any idea?" He asked, leaning forward to place his phone on the table before them.

"Because you have a girlfriend." Jeongin huffed, clearly frustrated that the older man wasn't understanding what they wanted.

"And? You think all I do is have sex with her?"

"Well, yeah!" Han spoke up, gesturing to the door. "I walked in on you guys just last week fucking away on the couch like animals.”

Chan flushed red, recalling the time they had been caught and how quickly he had pushed you off his lap and pulled his pants back up, hiding the both of you from their curious gazes.

"You guys... You're young, okay? You don't have to worry about anything like that. Don't worry about things like sex until you're ready."

"We’re in our 20’s old man." Seungmin said, voice firm and resolute as he crossed his arms over his chest. The other maknae nodded in agreement, shifting their weight from foot to foot as they avoided the older's gaze. “We just want to know how. You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

Chan groaned, looking at his phone with a frown before looking back up at the group before him.

He couldn’t tell them everything he knew. They were still young and inexperienced, and the last thing he needed was them trying to put their hands all over you.

But he couldn't let them keep thinking that the only way to a girl's heart was through her vagina.

"I'm not gonna give you a full list, but I can give you some tips."

A few days later, Chan approached you with the idea. “Hi Channie, how was your day babe?” Your voiced cooed as he walked into the kitchen of the dorms.

You had a towel in your hands and were busy cleaning the mess the boys had left behind after a meal, humming to yourself as you moved around.

He didn’t respond at first, instead approaching you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"My day was fine, just thought of something interesting. Wanna help me teach the kids a lesson?"

"A lesson?" You asked, turning your head slightly to look up at him. He hummed, kissing your cheek before speaking again.

"Remember a few days ago, when the kids asked me how to get girls to have sex with them?"

"Yeah, they said you didn't give them any real answers, though."

"That's because I didn't want them trying to seduce my beautiful girlfriend." He purred, hands sliding up your shirt to feel your bare skin. You giggled, reaching back and placing your hands over his.

"I think that's a great idea." You hummed, feeling him squeeze your breasts. "I think we should have a bit of fun with it. I have this weird desire to take this entirely too far.”

"That can be arranged."

You had taken the rest of the night and the next morning to prepare yourself. You had told Chan that you were going to make the most of the situation and have a bit of fun. You all gathered in you and Chan’s bedroom that night and went over some ground rules and boundaries.

But it had taken Chan no time at all to have you pinned beneath him, both of you naked. His deep voice was purring in your ear as he hands began roaming your body. You could sense the four pairs of eyes watching you two, but the sensation of Chan’s hands was entirely pulling your focus.

He had begun slowly, fingers gently ghosting over the curve of your neck, then the top of your breasts. His hands cupped your chest, squeezing the flesh as he pressed his lips against the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

Your hands lifted and grabbed his, and he watched you as you guided him to touch the soft buds on your chest. He didn't need much direction after that, his thumbs and forefingers coming up to pinch your nipples as he spoke to the four Maknae. “The key to having sex with a woman is finding what makes her tick. She has to feel good, she is your priority.”

You let out a soft moan, squirming beneath him as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. You could hear the four men to your left breathing hard, and you wondered what kind of faces they were making. Were their cocks already tenting their pants, or were they trying their hardest to maintain composure?

Chan didn’t stop, his lips traveling across your shoulder and to the other side of your neck, pressing light kisses across your skin as his fingers continued toying with your nipples.

"When she feels good, she's more likely to want you to fuck her. It's better for the both of you if she's wet and excited. You know how to find her clit, right boys?"

They didn't respond, and Chan stopped moving. One of the little perks you and him thought up. If the Maknae didn’t behave, then he’d punish you. You both knew the guys would get off on the imagery of you coming undone over and over, so why not use it to make them behave?

"Answer me, kids."

"Yes hyung."

“Good. I’ll make you guys show me later.” All four boys audibly gulped at the realization.

Chan removed his hands from your breasts, sliding his fingers down to press against your already soaked core. Your breath hitched, and you bucked against him.

"If you wanna please a girl, make sure to find her clit. It'll make her come a lot faster and harder than if you just start putting your dick in."

His fingers pressed against you, rubbing at the bundle of nerves, sending chills up your spine. You whined, legs spreading further on instinct as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Don't forget about the rest of her body, though. Girls like to have their breasts and nipples played with."

You whimpered as he began grinding against you, his hard cock pressing against where you craved it most. You reached down between your bodies, hand gripping his hip tightly.

"And, when she's getting close, make sure to give her something to hold onto. Let her dig her nails into you, or have her grab the sheets. If you really wanna have fun, let her nails paint your back in scratches.”

He pulled away, leaving your body cold as his hands slipped under your thighs. He yanked you forward to turn you towards the four other men, causing you to fall back and brace yourself with your hands. You watched with wide eyes as he got comfortable on his knees, his hands gripping the back of your thighs tightly.

You felt a surge of embarrassment wash over you.

You were spread for the four of them, dripping wet and wanting, your boyfriend between your legs.

"Now, I want you to watch this." Chan instructed, leaning forward and latching his mouth onto your clit. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as he swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves.

He was always so good at this.

Chan's hands slid from the backs of your thighs, and up your sides. He didn't hesitate to grab handfuls of your ass, and squeezed hard enough for you to let out a whine.

"Fuck, babe go easy!" He did just the opposite. Something primal awoke in him, as it always does. He was gonna ruin you, and when he was done, the four men watching would do the same.

His grip tightened, and you were sure his hands would leave bruises. He sucked at your clit, swirling his tongue around the little nub. Your hands came down to grip his hair, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his face.

The sounds of his tongue working your pussy were absolutely filthy, and the way he was groaning into you was making the coil in your stomach wind tighter.

You didn't care about the audience, or how lewd the situation was. Your sole focus was the man between your legs, and the pleasure he was giving you.

"C-Chan! I'm gonna cum!"

"Then cum, baby." He hummed against you, and the vibrations sent you over the edge. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back and curling in on yourself.

You were panting, chest heaving as you tried to regain control of your senses.

"Now, did any of you see what I did?"

"You licked her pussy." Han blurted out, his face flushed and his hands shaking.

"Yeah, no shit. Did you notice anything else? Like, how I moved my hands, or where I put them?"

There was silence, and Chan let out an irritated huff.

He turned his head and looked over at the four Maknae, noticing their flushed faces and fidgeting hands. He was sure the four of them had hard-ons, and that they were aching to touch themselves.

But the thought of any of them being between your legs and eating you out?

Chan almost wanted to call off the whole thing.

Almost.

“Han get up.”

He stood, turning around and facing the four Maknae. He took a seat on the bed beside you, grabbing your arm and pulling you close. He kissed your temple, and whispered into your ear. “You’re gonna take a turn.”

Han slowly stood, trying to shift his weight to adjust the achingly hard cock pushing against his pants. The poor guy looked like he was gonna be sick, but there was a sparkle in his eye that made you excited.

Chan was a bit nervous. You had agreed to this, but was he willing to actually share you? Was it worth seeing the four maknae come undone?

Chan decided it was.

"You're gonna do exactly what I did, okay?"

"What if I fuck up?"

"I'll show you what to do, idiot." Bad cop.

“You’re gonna do great honey, I’ll help you.” Good cop.

Just another little perk you and Chan had decided on adding. Who doesn’t like getting degraded or praised?

Han kneeled between your legs, his eyes looking down at the mess between your thighs. You could tell he was nervous, and his shaking hands did little to reassure you that he could handle himself.

"Hands." Chan barked, and Han quickly placed his hands on the backs of your thighs. Chan reached over and gripped his wrists, moving his hands closer and forcing him to squeeze the supple flesh.

"Make sure you can reach everything."

Han gulped, nodding his head.

"What if I do a bad job?"

"If it doesn't feel good, she'll tell you."

He nodded, his grip tightening and making you shiver. He leaned forward, his warm breath fanning across your exposed pussy.

"Start with little licks, work up to the big stuff.”

“Wait!” It came out breathy, but all five guys looked at you. “You four feel so covered…please, don’t make me and Chan look so exposed.”

Seungmin, Jeongin, Felix and Han all shared a panicked look. It was true, you and Chan were completely void of clothes and the four of them were still fully dressed.

“Don’t want you to get messy now do we?” You cooed as you ran a hand through Han’s hair, him still kneeling between your legs, almost frozen.

One by one, they all got undressed.

Their hard cocks all bobbed and swayed with their movements, and the sight of their naked bodies sent a pulse straight to your pussy.

This was the best decision ever.

Han took a deep breath before he leaned forward, his tongue pressing lightly against your core.

You moaned softly, encouraging him.

Han seemed to get a bit more confident, his grip on the backs of your thighs tightening as he continued to lap at your pussy.

He wasn't very good.

His licks were a little too soft, his tongue moving in slow, wide motions. You let out a fustrated groan and Chan knew exactly what that meant. He fisted the hair at the back of Han’s head and guided his head deeper into you. Han’s nose pressed against your clit and you let out a loud moan at the sensation. “Get in there, don’t be gentle.”

You could tell Han was panicking. The younger was squirming against the harsh grip Chan had on his hair. His hands slid further up your thighs and grabbed a hold of your ass, squeezing roughly.

It was almost cute.

Chan didn't loosen his grip, though. If anything, he just held Han tighter.

"Make sure you pay attention, boys. When she's squirming, you know you're doing a good job."

You whimpered and rolled your hips, feeling his nose bump against your clit again. His grip on your ass was getting tighter, and the way his tongue was moving was making you see stars.

"Han, baby, you're doing so good."

Chan growled, his free hand moving up to grip your hip.

You could sense the tension coming from the older man.

Was he getting possessive?

You couldn't deny the thrill that sent up your spine.

"She's getting close." Chan growled, his grip tightening on the both of you. "If she tells you to stop, listen. She'll need a minute."

Han's pace sped up, and Chan released his hold on the younger, his hands going back to gripping the sheets.

You whimpered, squirming under his touch. You could feel the coil in your belly winding tighter, ready to snap.

"Han! I'm so close!"

Your orgasm hit you hard, and Han was quick to pull away. His chin was glistening, and he had a smug look on his face.

Chan’s breathing was tight as Han spoke. “I wanna do that again.”

Chan didn’t waste a moment. He reached out and grabbed the younger by the neck, pulling him close. He leaned forward, growling in his ear.

"You wanna taste her again? You think you can handle it?"

Han nodded his head, swallowing thickly. Chan hummed, letting go of his neck and moving to lay on his side.

"Good. Felix, come here."

The younger was quick to stand, walking around the bed and settling between your legs.

"You're gonna learn how to do this right, okay?"

Chan leaned up and placed his hand on the back of the youngest's head. He leaned forward, forcing the maknae's head down between your legs.

Felix's lips and tongue were a bit rough, and his technique wasn't the best, but he was eager to please. He would lick and suck at your clit, only stopping every once and awhile to take a breath.

"She likes her clit played with, not sucked on." Chan hissed, moving his hands to your hips. Felix pulled back and you whined, rolling your hips.

"Sorry, hyung."

"That's okay, sweetheart. You're learning. Here, let's try something." You sat up a bit and signaled to Chan.

Chan gently pushed him back and slid between your legs.

"Watch."

He didn't waste a moment, latching his mouth onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a high pitched squeal, squirming and grabbing his hair.

"You're a fucking tease, Channie." You breathed, grinding your hips against his face.

He didn't say anything, instead sliding his tongue down and pushing it inside of you.

"Fuck!"

Your back arched, and Chan pulled his mouth away from you. He looked at Felix and the maknae nodded.

"Don't suck, play with it with your tongue. Make sure to get her dripping wet, then push your tongue inside. And move your head with her, or you'll hurt her."

Felix nodded, his hands grabbing your thighs. He was eager to start again, and leaned forward. His tongue pressed against your clit, and he started moving his head like Chan told him to.

"Felix... baby, that's so good."

His tongue was a lot gentler than Chan's. His licks were shorter, quicker, but it was making you feel good as hell.

He wasn't hesitant about it, and the fact that he was doing what Chan said was a major turn on. You had always loved a man who followed orders.

You could feel his nails digging into your skin as he continued lapping at your clit. The pressure was building in your core, and you knew that you were going to come hard.

"I'm gonna come, baby."

"Good." Felix's voice was low and muffled against you.

You let out a loud moan, your body arching off the bed. Felix's tongue kept moving, even when your body went slack.

You were panting, and you could hear the others talking.

"That was really good."

"You think?"

"Yeah! It was really hot."

You rolled over, pressing your face into Chan's chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling against him.

"Chan... I need a break."

"Okay. We're taking a break."

The two of you got comfortable, laying down next to each other. Your head was resting on his chest, his arm around your waist and his thumb rubbing small circles into your side.

"What about us?" Seungmin spoke up, looking at the two of you with a pout.

“C’mere.” You sat up and gestured Seungmin to stand in front of you as you laid on your stomach, his cock in your face.

Your boyfriend had a firm grip on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Seungmin was hesitant, his hands shaky as he placed them on your head.

You opened your mouth, looking up at the boy.

Seungmin was the biggest of the four Maknae, but his size wasn’t gonna scare you off.

"I'm gonna suck you off, okay?"

Seungmin's breath hitched, his grip on your hair tightening.

"O-Okay."

"Tell me when to stop."

You took him into your mouth, your hands grabbing the backs of his thighs.

Seungmin whimpered, his grip tightening on your head. He was careful not to push you, though, and the fact that he was letting you lead the pace was a huge turn on.

You could feel Chan's hands slide up your back, his fingers brushing against your spine.

"Keep going." He whispered, and you moaned, closing your eyes and sucking Seungmin's cock.

The taller let out a loud moan, his hand grabbing your head. His hips began bucking forward, and his cock slid deeper down your throat.

"F-fuck, you feel so good."

Chan's hands squeezed your hips, pulling you back a bit. "Slow down."

"But she feels so good."

Chan hummed, leaning forward and kissing your neck. His hands moved up and cupped your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

You moaned, and Seungmin let out a loud groan.

"I-I'm close."

"Good." Chan purred, his hands sliding back down to your hips. He leaned forward and pressed his chest against your back, his cock rubbing against you.

You whimpered, rolling your hips. You could feel his cock slipping between your legs, his shaft rubbing against your pussy.

Seungmin's grip on your hair tightened, his cock pulsing in your mouth. You sucked hard, swirling your tongue around the tip.

"Gonna cum."

"Do it, baby." You purred, looking up at him through your lashes.

Seungmin's cock twitched and he let out a loud moan. His hot cum spilled into your mouth and you swallowed, moaning at the taste. "Fuck, that's so hot,” he mumbled.

You pulled back, wiping the back of your mouth with the back of your hand. "How was that?"

"That was amazing."

You smiled, sitting up and kissing his cheek.

"You guys wanna get back to it?"

They nodded eagerly, and you giggled, leaning forward and kissing Chan deeply. He hummed, his hand reaching up and cupping your cheek.

"I love you." You said against his lips.

"I love you, too." He smiled back.

You were the first to get into position, laying down on the bed and spreading your legs. Chan spoke up, “The next thing I’m gonna show you is how to fuck her with your fingers. You gotta be careful, you do it wrong and she gets hurt.”

Seungmin was the first to step forward, his face flushed as he got between your legs.

He was shaking slightly, his fingers twitching as he brought them closer to you.

Chan moved behind him, placing his hands on top of Seungmin's.

"Start with one finger. If she says it's too much, add a little bit of spit and try again. You're gonna wanna curve them upwards, and move them in and out."

Seungmin nodded, his finger pressing against your entrance. You let out a soft whine, biting your lip as his finger pushed inside.

"Now move it in and out, slowly. Like I said, if she says stop, stop."

"O-okay."

Seungmin moved his finger in and out slowly, his gaze focused on your pussy.

You whimpered, rocking your hips.

"Seungmin, that feels really good."

"Does it?"

"Yes, baby."

"That's good. You're doing a good job, Minnie." Chan hummed, moving his hand to his shoulder. "Now add another finger."

Seungmin nodded, pulling his finger out and adding another. He pushed them both inside slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

"Good. Now move them."

Seungmin's fingers began moving, the feeling of him fucking you with his fingers was making you dizzy.

"She likes it when you curl your fingers a bit. That spot is a girl's best friend."

"Curl?"

"Yeah, like this."

Chan's fingers curled up , demonstrating the motion and the younger's eyes went wide. He mimicked the motion, curling his fingers and brushing against your g-spot.

"F-Fuck! There!"

"There?"

"Yes, fuck, keep doing that."

You reached down and began rubbing your clit, moaning loudly as the pleasure was starting to overwhelm you.

Seungmin continued fucking you with his fingers, his pace speeding up. Your moans were getting louder, and your grip on the sheets was tight. You could sense the more Seungmin got comfortable, the more he got into it.

"Minnie, I'm gonna cum!"

"Go ahead. Cum."

Your orgasm hit hard, and you cried out. Your entire body was shaking, and you were gripping the sheets tightly.

"That was so good." You breathed, looking up at him.

Seungmin beamed, pulling his fingers out and then tapped your chin with his other hand. “Open up.” You obeyed and he shoved his fingers in your mouth as you sucked them clean of any trace of you.

"Fuck." Jeongin mumbled, his cock twitching.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Han asked as Seungmin began to go back to sitting down.

“I saw it in a porno once.” He shrugged.

"Don't worry, Innie. You're next."

"Wait." Jeongin spoke up, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darting away from the scene before him. "I don't know if I can do this."

Chan and you shared a look, before Chan responded.

"Why not? Do you not want to?"

"I just, I'm scared. What if I hurt her?"

"Then she'll tell you. If she doesn't feel good, she won't be shy about letting you know."

"But what if I do something wrong?"

"I'll guide you. Come here."

Jeongin hesitated for a moment before walking towards the two of you. Chan guided him, pulling him closer and placing his hand between your legs.

"She's still a bit wet. That's a good thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. It means she's turned on. It's a good thing." Chan gently pushed two of Jeongin's fingers inside, and the younger let out a soft gasp.

"She's warm."

"It feels really good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

Chan began guiding his fingers, pushing them in and out slowly.

"This is how you fuck a girl. Slow, deep thrusts."

"Okay."

"And don't forget, make sure to hit her g-spot."

"G-spot?"

"Yeah. It's a super sensitive area. Curve your fingers, like this."

Chan guided his fingers, showing the youngest how to curl them. He brushed against your g-spot, and you let out a loud moan.

"Found it!” He looked to Chan, shocked and semi-proud of himself. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

Jeongin's pace picked up, his thrusts becoming faster.

"She likes it when you're rough. She's not made of glass, Innie. Go as hard as you want, but make sure to give her a second to breathe."

"Yes, hyung."

His pace sped up, his thrusts getting rougher.

"I'm close, Innie." You gasped, grinding your hips against his fingers.

"Come for me." He said in a breath, his thrusts becoming harder.

Your orgasm hit you hard, and you threw your head back. Jeongin's pace didn't slow, his thrusts growing more aggressive.

"Innie, fuck." He pulled his fingers out and moaned as he licked them clean.

"You're doing so well, baby." Chan hummed, kissing the your cheek.

"Now, I wanna watch you finger her." Jeongin spoke up, shy despite what he just did.

Chan and Jeongin switched places, Chan’s fingers pressed against your entrance, pushing inside and curling immediately.

You whimpered, grinding against his fingers. Chan’s pace was fast and rough, and it was making your head spin.

"She likes it rough. She loves it when you fuck her hard."

Jeongin nodded, his hand wrapped around his cock. His hand moved up and down his length, and his breathing was ragged.

"Channie." You whined, rolling your hips against his fingers.

"Come on, baby. Come for me."

You let out a loud moan, grinding your hips against his hand as you came.

"Fuck." Chan purred, pulling his fingers out.

"You wanna taste her?" He signaled to Felix.

"Y-Yeah."

Chan brought his fingers to the younger's lips, and Felix eagerly licked them clean.

"God, she tastes so good."

"You can have more later.” Chan hummed, standing up and moving over to the youngest.

“What’s next?” Han said, his hand lazily stroking his cock, the head red and angry.

“You’re gonna fuck her.”

The two of you shared a look and you smirked, laying back down and spreading your legs.

Chan helped the boy line himself up, the head pressing against your entrance.

"Take it slow, okay?"

Han nodded, pushing his cock inside slowly. You moaned, throwing your head back as he slid inside.

"F-Fuck." He groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Good?"

"So good."

"Don't be afraid to fuck her. She can take it."

Han didn't hesitate. His pace was quick, and he was hitting all the right spots.

"God, you're so fucking tight."

"Han...you're doing such a good job."

Chan was still beside the two of you, his eyes dark and his expression hungry. “Baby-“ You reached your hand out to him and grabbed ahold of his cock. Your hand made work of your boyfriend while Han fucked into you at a delicious pace.

"She feels so good."

Chan chuckled, his cock throbbing in your hand. "I know she does."

"Fuck, I'm close."

"Come on, baby. Cum for me."

Han's thrusts became harder, his nails digging into your hips. His cock pulsed and twitched, and his breathing was erratic.

"C-Can I come inside?"

"Yeah, baby. Come for me."

Han's cock pulsed, his hot seed shooting deep inside you.

"God, that was good." He panted, pulling his cock out.

"You think?"

"Yeah." He laughed, ”I really wanna eat her out again.”

Chan's gaze darkened and he growled, "It’s my turn to show you how it’s done first.”

Chan's hands grabbed your hips and pulled you down the bed. He stood between your legs, his cock rubbing against your entrance.

"You ready for me, baby?"

"Always, Channie."

Chan hummed, and pushed himself inside. You gasped, your hands flying to his arms.

"Fuck, Channie."

Chan began pounding into you, his pace rough and brutal.

"Look at you. Taking me so well. You're such a good girl." His chest was pressed against yours, his words of praise tickling your ear.

His hand reached up and wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently.

"You're mine."

"All yours."

"That's right. Mine."

Chan's hand squeezed tighter and his thrusts got harder. You were quickly becoming a whining mess.

"You're not gonna last long, are you?"

"N-no."

"That's okay. You can come whenever you want."

"W-What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. Just come."

You let out a loud cry, your orgasm hitting you hard. You clenched hard around his dick, and he visibly jolted at the feeling of you gripping him.

"Such a good girl. I'm almost there."

"Come for me, Channie."

"I'm so close."

"Please, baby."

Chan's cock pulsed and he let out a low groan, his hips stuttering as he came.

He stayed inside you for a few moments, his forehead resting against yours.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm great. Are you?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

You hummed, turning your head to look at the boys. They were all staring at you with wide eyes and open mouths.

"Did you guys enjoy that?"

"It was awesome." Felix looked like he was about to combust.

"You looked amazing." Seungmin cooed as he began approaching the bed.

"I didn't know you could be so dirty, hyung." Jeongin ran a hand through his hair as he ran his eyes over your body.

You chuckled, turning back to face your boyfriend. He kissed your cheek and pulled out, laying beside you.

"I'm not sure I could get hard again for a while, baby. Give the boys some attention.”

"Okay." You sat up and grabbed Jeongin's wrist. "I want you."

Jeongin didn't hesitate, climbing onto the bed and pushing himself inside.

"Oh, fuck. You feel so good, baby."

"So do you."

Jeongin's hips were sharp and quick, his pace fast.

"I'm not gonna last long."

"It's okay sweetheart, just keep going-Fuck!”

Chan's voice filled the room.

"Wait a second." Jeongin slowed his motions as Chan grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on your clit. “If you know you aren’t gonna last long enough for her to finish, help her get there faster. Play with her clit.”

Jeongin nodded and his thumb started rubbing circles into the bundle of nerves. Your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched off the bed, the feeling of both sensations beautifully overwhelming.

"I'm close. So close."

"Me too."

You felt another hand join the one between your legs. You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing Seungmin kneeling beside you. His cock was in his hand, his strokes quick and erratic.

"C-cum with me, sweetheart." You placed your hand on Jeongin’s arm. "I'm close, just keep going."

"Fuck, me too." You could feel his thrusts becoming harder, his breathing ragged. His pace was brutal, and his grip on your thigh was painful.

"Seungmin."

"Yeah, baby."

"Kiss me."

"As you wish."

Seungmin leaned forward and his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hungry and messy, and his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, your orgasm quickly getting ready to snap.

"Gonna cum." Your orgasm hit hard, and your whole body shook. Jeongin's cock pulsed, and his hot seed spilled inside you.

"Shit." He pulled out, and collapsed beside you.

Seungmin didn't stop kissing you, his grip tightening on your waist as you sat up. “I wanna ride you. Sit against the headboard.”

Seungmin nodded, sitting up and positioning himself. He gripped his cock, rubbing the head between your folds and you both groaned.

"She feels so good hyung." Seungmin looked to Chan.

"Fuck me, Seungmin." Seungmin's hands rested on your hips and he slowly pushed himself inside. Seungmin began rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out.

"God, I've wanted to do this for so long."

"What?”

"You were with him." He gestured towards Chan.

“You were having fantasies about my girlfriend?”

Seungmin nodded, biting his lip.

"I was jealous. I wanted you."

"And now you have her, but one night only. She’s mine, don’t forget that.”

"Yes, yes I do."

His pace picked up, his hips slapping against yours. You could feel his cock hitting deep inside you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

"You're so tight. Fuck."

"You're so big."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna come."

"Do it."

"Fuck." Seungmin's thrusts got faster, and his grip tightened. His cock pulsed and twitched, and his eyes fluttered shut. He cried out, his orgasm hitting hard.

"Oh my god." You cried out, collapsing against Seungmin as he rode out his own orgasm.

“Okay, she needs a break.” Chan helped you off Seungmin’s lap, but you interrupted him.

“Han, come here, please. Want you- to eat me out again.” Your words came out in pants, but Han looked more than eager to oblige.

You laid back on the bed, and Han crawled between your legs, his tongue running over your sensitive flesh.

You whimpered, the sensation bordering on overstimulation. Chan noticed your discomfort and he reached his hand down to rub slow circles on your hip, the feeling helping ground you. “Are you sure baby? You can stop at any time.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” You let out a moan and then signaled to Felix. As he came over, you turned your head to take him into your mouth.

While you were focused on Felix, Chan spoke up.

"Han, you gotta be gentle. If she says stop, you need to listen. Do not push her."

Han nodded, his tongue continuing to explore your pussy. He was gentle, his tongue gliding over your clit.

"Oh, fuck." You moaned around Felix's cock, your hand wrapping around the base. You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard.

"She's amazing." Felix groaned.

"I know. And she's all mine."

You whimpered, feeling another orgasm building up. Your hips rocked against Han's mouth, and he seemed to notice, his movements speeding up. "Gonna cum." You moaned, grinding against his mouth.

"Come for me."

"Yes!" You cried out, your orgasm hitting hard. Your hips bucked wildly, and your back arched. Han lapped at your cunt, cleaning you up before pulling away and licking his lips.

"That was the best meal I've ever had. I could do that all day.” Han stepped away as you continued to suck Felix’s cock.

“Stop- wanna fuck you.” He groaned.

Felix pulled out and then quickly lined his cock up with your entrance, slamming into you.

"Fuck." You gasped, your hands gripping the sheets.

"Fuck, you feel so good."

Felix's thrusts were hard and fast, and his grip on your thighs was almost painful.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last." His hand shot down to your clit to help you along as Chan said earlier. Always following instructions.

"Come for me, Felix."

Felix's cock twitched, and he cried out, his cock pulsing and his hot seed spilling inside.

You let out a soft groan, and he pulled out, falling to the side and catching his breath. Each of the Maknae looked entirely spent, dicks limp and eyes closed.

"I wanna see her get fucked by Changbin." Felix looked at Chan, and the eldest nodded.

"Changbin? Why?” Chan questioned as he moved towards you.

"He's the biggest. I wanna see her stretched around his cock." Felix was dazed on the bed next to you.

Chan's gaze shifted to you, a wicked grin forming on his face. "Oh? Is he now?”

"Mhm." Felix nodded, biting his lip.

"Is that what you want, baby? You wanna be stretched around his cock?"

"I wanna be stretched around yours baby.” You could tell Chan’s possessive side was coming out.

"Good answer.”

Chan made his way over and settled between your legs, his cock rubbing against your entrance.

Chan slowly slid inside, and you moaned, your back arching off the bed.

"You feel so fucking good, baby. I love you.” Chan’s thumbs were rubbing circles against your hips.

“You fit so good, I love you too. Fuck!”

His pace was quick and rough, his cock hitting deep.

"I love you so much." Chan leaned down and looped his arms under your back, holding you flush against him as he buried his face in your neck.

"I love you, too." Tears were lining your eyes as sheer pleasure flooded your system, the overstimulation starting to hit you.

You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck." He growled, his cock throbbing.

"Fuck, I'm close."

"Come for me, baby."

"Chan..." Your eyes were squeezed shut, and you were barely able to breathe.

"That's it. Come for me."

You let out a strangled moan, and you came, your walls clenching tightly around his cock.

"Good girl. Such a good girl."

"Come for me, Chan. Come inside, please." Chan's grip tightened, and he groaned, his hips stuttering.

"Fuck." You both stilled, your breathing ragged.

Chan slowly pulled out, his forehead resting against yours.

"How do you feel, baby?"

"Sore, but I'm good. I'm happy."

"Me too. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Chan helped you stand, and he held you tightly.

"Alright boys, we need to get cleaned up. We have practice tomorrow and a few of you have vocal lessons and a photoshoot."

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"Alright. Go shower, we'll clean up the room." Han offered with a lazy smile.

"We?" Felix whined, sitting up.

"Yes, we. Come on." Seungmin said, slapping Felix on the shoulder.

"Thanks, guys." Chan grabbed your clothes and carried them into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

You smiled and joined him, letting the hot water wash away the sticky evidence of your activities.

The boys did an excellent job at cleaning the bedroom. It was spotless, and it smelled clean.

You and Chan were in his room, him snuggled against you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"I think we need to have them all over for dinner. Or a movie. Something." You said softly.

"I'll ask if they want to. Why?" Chan was running his hands through your hair gently.

“I feel like I owe them a thank you." You couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Yeah, they would probably like that. I'll talk to the manager tomorrow and see when they have open schedules."

"Thank you, baby."

"No problem, love." Chan kissed your cheek and snuggled closer.

"Hey, Chan."

"Yeah?"

"What was all that about earlier? About not touching me because I'm yours?"

"I was just playing, baby. You know I'm not really like that, right?"

"Of course. It was really hot, though."

[papayaem]

Chasing the sun

Lando Norris x gn!reader

Summary: In which reader has been busy with work and Lando takes time to makee them feel special Warnings: Use of the petnames 'darlin' and 'sweetheart', fluff

It was one of those peaceful days in Monaco, where the skies were clear, and the bright golden sun kissed the water without a cloud in sight. Lando was, as usual, full of energy. He was always the kind of person to bring life to a room, but today, his energy was more playful than usual, with a gleam in his eye that made you smile just by looking at him.

You were sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment, watching the world go by. The scent of the ocean wafted through the air, and you could hear the faint sound of waves crashing below. It was peaceful — exactly what you needed after a busy week. You had just finished your own work and were savoring the moment of calm before everything picked up again and Lando left for another race.

But peace never lasted long when Lando was around. You heard the faint sound of footsteps behind you and turned around just as a familiar voice called your name.

"Hey, darlin'!" Lando grinned widely, leaning against the doorframe as if he had no intention of letting you have this quiet moment. His brown curls were a little messy from the wind, and he wore an oversized white quadrant hoodie, comfortable but somehow still so effortleslly gorgeous.

You raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful smirk. "What is it now, Norris?"

Lando’s eyes twinkled mischievously. "Well, I was just thinking… you’ve been working hard lately, haven’t you?"

"Maybe," you said, teasing him. "What’s your point?"

"My point," he said, stepping into the balcony with a dramatic flourish, "is that you deserve a break. And I’ve got just the thing."

Before you could respond, he pulled a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and slipped them on, looking like he was about to take you on an adventure. "Come on, we’re going for a drive."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "A drive? Lando, we’re in Monaco. What’s new about that?"

Lando’s grin only widened. "Not just any drive. A fun one. Trust me."

You were tempted to roll your eyes, but you knew Lando well enough that when he had that look on his face, there was no changing his mind. And honestly, you could never turn down his enthusiasm and adorable smile.

"Fine," you said, standing up and stretching. "But if this is some weird attempt to get me to buy you ice cream again, I’m not falling for it."

"Wait, hold on," Lando said, holding up a finger. "That’s not a bad idea. But no, today is about you. sweetheart" He held his arm out dramatically. "Now, shall we go? The adventure awaits!"

You couldn’t help but laugh at how seriously he was taking this. Taking his arm, you allowed him to lead you out of the apartment. You weren’t sure what he had planned, but you trusted Lando—his spontaneity was one of the things you loved most about him.

The two of you slipped into his McLaren, Lando in the driver’s seat, looking way too pleased with himself as he started the engine. The purr of the car’s engine was like music to your ears, but you quickly turned your attention back to Lando. He was already looking at you, hand placed gently just above your knee, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

Lando shot you a quick wink before turning his attention back to the road. "Somewhere special."

The drive was smooth, the roads of Monaco winding in front of you like a maze, each turn offering a new view of the harbor or a glimpse of the yachts. The sun bathed everything in a warm glow, making everything feel more magical.

You let out a contented sigh as you watched the world around you, the light breeze ruffling your hair. Lando had always had this effect on you. It wasn’t just the places he took you or the way he always seemed to know how to make a moment feel special. It was the way he made you feel: like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.

Finally, after a few minutes of winding through the streets, Lando pulled into a secluded spot near the cliffs that overlooked the sea. It was a small park, one that most tourists didn’t know about, and it had a perfect view of the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see.

"Here we are," Lando announced, pulling the car to a stop and getting out. He opened your door with a flourish, his hand extended to help you out.

You stepped out, gazing at the view in front of you. The turquoise waves crashed against the rocks below, the scent of saltwater filling the air.

"This… this is amazing," you said, your voice soft as you looked at Lando.

Lando gave a nonchalant shrug, though you could tell he was pleased by the reaction. "Told you. I know all the best spots."

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. His expression was soft, sincere—nothing like the playful energy he usually carried. There was something calming about him today. Something about the way he looked at you made your heart flutter.

"You really do know how to make a moment perfect," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lando’s cheeks flushed slightly at your compliment, but he quickly masked it with a grin. "I try." He paused, eyes scanning the horizon for a moment. "I just… I wanted to do something nice for you. You’ve been working so hard, and I figured, maybe you deserve a little break."

You stepped closer to him, the wind picking up, sending strands of your hair across your face. Lando instinctively reached out to push them back, his fingers brushing against your skin. The simple gesture felt intimate, like you were the only two people in the world.

"I appreciate it," you said, your gaze locked with his. "This is exactly what I needed."

Lando’s smile softened, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. The world around you faded, and all that mattered was the quiet moment you shared together.

"Good," he said softly. "Because I’d do anything to make you smile."

You laughed, feeling warmth spread through your chest. "You’re always so cheesy."

He shrugged with that familiar grin. "I can’t help it. I’m a sucker for you."

You laughed again, shaking your head at him. "You're impossible."

"I know," Lando replied, his voice suddenly more serious. "But I’m also yours."

You could feel your heart race as his words sank in, and for a moment, everything felt even more perfect than before. Lando had this way of making you feel like the most important person in the world, and it was impossible not to fall for him more every single day.

The sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting everything in a golden hue. It was the perfect evening—quiet, intimate, and full of unspoken promises.

Lando leaned in closer, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he stood beside you, both of you watching the sunset in silence. You felt his warmth next to you, his presence grounding you in the moment.

"You know," he said after a while, his voice light, "I think I could get used to days like this. With you."

You smiled, your heart swelling in your chest. "Me too."

And as the sun set over the horizon, the world seemed to shrink around you. In that moment, it was just you and Lando—no expectations, no pressures—just the two of you, enjoying the simplicity of the moment, together.

First fic on here <3

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[preemptivejustice]

Arthur nodded as Steven spoke, just enough to let the man know he was truly listening to him. He wanted the silence to be warm, comforting; it was something that was a necessity. Listening was always a necessity. 

His fingers tapped against the edge of his notebook for a moment, before stilling again. “It’s very common for people who struggle with small talk to also feel like they’re… fundamentally incompatible with others. Like there’s something wrong with you, or something that’s ‘off’. Misaligned. But… Steven, I would like you to imagine this for me.” 

He shifted back just slightly, leaning comfortably in his chair. There was a reason to it, of course - leaning back gave Steven space, and made it feel less like Steven had to believe him without question. 

“Imagine that you speak French,” he offered. “Fluently. Beautifully. But almost everyone around you speaks English. You try to connect with them in French - and it is passionate, it is earnest - but they don’t understand. They decide not to respond. And eventually, sure, they’d drift away.” He stayed holding Steven’s gaze, gently. “It would be very easy for you to think that something is just wrong with you. Maybe that your voice is off-putting, or the sound of your words annoys people. But the truth is… you were just speaking in a different language. One that fewer people are fluent in.” 

He inhaled softly, leaning back in, hands folded gently on the desk. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with how you try to connect. I think you’ve been surrounded by people who don’t know how to respond, or don’t really want to learn. And when that happens enough, you probably do feel unreachable. That it’s not the language, it’s the speaker. But that’s just a lie that you’re telling yourself. It’s a very convincing one - but it’s still just a lie.” 

He adjusted his seating just a bit, briefly letting his eyes flick to the little succulent as if it had something to say with that.

“You mentioned something else that I’d like to come back to,” he continued. “The idea that, even if people don’t initially dislike you, the lack of connection will eventually lead to disliking. That belief is something I hear often from people with social anxiety. It’s not about being afraid of rejection, it’s about anticipating it as inevitable. Like the clock is always ticking, and you have to stay ahead before you get rejected. I want to acknowledge how exhausting that has to be.” 

His tone didn’t waver. It was still calm, still professional; but there was an unmistakable note of sadness in his face. 

“I don’t want to sit here and lie to you, Steven. Not everyone will understand you. Not everyone will make an effort to learn your language. But the ones who do are going to be very lucky. They’re going to meet someone kind, thoughtful, deeply intelligent. They’ll find someone who listens, who cares, who wants to share his knowledge - they’re going to be very lucky to have that. I think Marc knows that he’s lucky to have a person like that talking to him - you’re going to be a very good friend for him.” 

He smiled just barely, genuine warmth in his face even as his eyes were still tired. “Over the next few days, as well, I’d like you to try something. Anytime you feel the urge to pull away, I want you to ask yourself if it’s fact - or feeling. If someone tells you that they don’t want to work on a puzzle with you, then that’s a fact. But if you’re just worrying about it, then it’s feeling. And even though feelings aren’t always wrong, they’re not always facts, either. 

“I want you to start testing your emotions. Start pushing them, do things that might lead to discomfort. And if it ever gets too heavy, then I want you to bring it to me. That’s what this space is here for - think of me as someone you can fall back on.” 

Steven listens, and Steven... thinks, yeah. Considers. Has his gaze drop away, focusing on the little potted plant that still sits there, on Harrow's desk - the succulent - and breathes, in and out.

He's never talked about this, about himself - about what he does, what he feels like, what he... thinks might be going on. To have another person offer him insight from a different perspective is really doing something to him here, has Steven mull it all over; He swallows, fingers continuing to pull and tug on his own knuckles, picking on little flaps of dried skin around his nails...

"But... y'know, if I talk a lot about whatever interests me, but others aren't interested in any of it... y-yeah, maybe they don't immediately dislike me, but it's... it's about me still, no? They will find it hard to interact with me, and therefore they will like me less, because there's... there's nothing going on that would... that would cause a connection to be there." Another swallow and Steven's dark gaze is back on the doctor, brows lifted ever so slightly, a bit furrowed, obvious confusion written into his deep irises.

"I just... I just seem to not know how to do proper small-talk. I never got the hang of it. Never understood any of why people talk about certain things, or when it's appropriate to mention something, when it's not. ---Many awkward moments, many where I thought I was getting somewhere, just for me to never hear back..."

Sadness, again - clinging to spoken syllables, a soft tilt of his voice indicating for it to be the case. Steven blinks, looks down at his own hands again...

"I-if one keeps... to bridge in a certain kind of way... a way others don't understand, don't enjoy... i-it means that, at some point, they will start to dislike the other person. Things just won't fit and match up, a-and... and then it's... over, y'know? So... in a way, while it's probably not about liking or disliking to begin with, it can lead to being disliked, and to find someone annoying, to think they're too much, a burden, pulling on other's nerves. They'll start to think you're weird, you're odd, something must be wrong with you, a-and... well, that's just how it is, then..."

---Steven could really go for a cup of water there, or something else. Maybe a sweet, fizzy drink - a pop. He does not ask, nor does he try to figure out if he even could have something like that to begin with - he just swallows again and looks back up, almost shy in nature, but... moved by everything. Very, very moved.

Thinking about oneself is... it's a lot. It's hard as well, to keep remembering the sad moments, the disappointing situations of where he'd thought he'd found a friend but ended up never getting a text - or a call - back from them.

Harrow suggested for Steven to keep a closer look on how others might try to bridge out to him, and Steven chews along the inside of his bottom lip, considers it as well, before he nods. This is part of his therapy, after all, and... well, he's eager to give his best here, to possibly figure out why he's sleep-walking, all of that. Wants to work together with the doctor rather than against him.

"---Y-yeah, I... I will try, yeah. ...To see how others might bridge out to me, I mean. N-not sure if something will ever happen, b-but... but I will try." It's all he can do, and everything he always does, after all - trying. To just keep trying, again and again and again. To get back up and try, to push forward and try, even if he's being pushed back during the process.

Steven doesn't even know why, not really, but... he feels like he has to do it. He has to try, he has to keep standing and do this, whatever it is. As if he's carrying some sort of responsibility there. Why he does, or for whom he might be doing it? No idea, not at all. But it feels essential, like something really, really bad is going to happen if he stops at some point.

---He doesn't want bad things to happen, to he goes on. That's just how it is.

Another nod, another inhale of air, with Steven looking back at Harrow once again - shifting a bit on his seat, shoulders pulled up, back curved.

[ao3commentoftheday]

i'm sort of struggling dealing with jealousy in my fandom.

there is a character i'm very fond of in the source material. we don't know a lot about them, they never directly appear in the story and we only have a handful of information that we know is canon for sure. so that means a lot about this character is left up to audience interpretation, down to something as surface-level as their physical appearance. it's already a very niche fandom, and i write and draw for this character.

for about three years, i have been subject to vagueposting by some big name fans who are very invested in discussing canon lore. they have never mentioned me by name, and in their vagueposts they act as though there are multiple artists or authors who portray this version of the character the way i do... when i know it's just me. i have never spoken to them directly. i wish them no ill will. but they have said some truly hurtful, nasty things about my version of this character behind my back without mentioning me by name.

this is where the jealousy comes in. i never got a huge amount of attention when i started writing and drawing art for this fandom, but i suspect that because in these bnfs' vagueposting people know they're talking about me specifically, they stay away from my work because these bnfs talk about how my interpretation is bad. this is, to be fair, kind of far-fetched.

really, what makes me upset is that i was never an artist or writer who got a lot of attention in the first place when these bnfs have been into this source material for a few years more than i have, and have a significantly larger following and circle of friends than i do. yet they choose to go after me and say some truly rude things about my characterization work behind my back when they're also making things up... just that their work is more popular.

i have blocked and muted these people, and continue to do so when i run into others who speak rudely of me behind my back. when i write fic, i link to my social medias (not ko-fi. i understand ao3's policies about that) to my social media page - call it shallow, but i really do want to spend more time with other people and chat with other fans about my interpretation. but i'm not sure what more i can do to healthily manage my jealousy and upset at these people for saying rude things behind my back. part of me wants to confront them about it, but i'm a very short-tempered person and i don't want to end up making things worse.

I'm so sorry anon *hugs* This situation sucks, and I wish you weren't in it.

From everything you've written here, it doesn't sound like you're experiencing jealousy? Like, everything you're describing is hurt feelings due to people maligning your work and your character.

The part that you might be interpreting as jealousy, I'm reading as loneliness or feelings of isolation in your fandom. You want to have people to talk to and share ideas with. That's totally understandable, and it's actually something that most of us want too.

I'm glad that you've already blocked and muted those folks. That was 100% a smart move to make. Keep that kind of negative energy as far away as possible, and you're much more likely to find peace.

When it comes to finding people to talk with, you might have to take a more active role. Sharing your social media is one step, but it relies on the other person reaching out in order for that to be successful. You might have better luck if you're the one who sends the first message.

I know that can feel intimidating, especially in a space where you know people are talking shit about you. Try starting with just one person. If someone leaves a like on your artwork or a kudos/comment on your fic, try sending them an ask or replying to their comment with a question for them to respond to. By starting with someone who has already given you a positive response, you might have less to worry about?

There isn't really anything you can do to stop mean people from being mean to you. Keep doing what you're doing on that front, and focus your energy on finding people who are actually nice. I hope you find them ❤️

[bambiens]

LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 00 PROLOGUE

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SYNOPSIS ⟢ after suffering a gruelling break-up, y/n vowed to start doing all the things her ex-boyfriend had never let her do before; partying, having fun, and making reckless decisions. during a usual night out, y/n spontaneously decides to try to get inked – which ultimately led her to meet lee heeseung, an independent tattoo artist. meeting heeseung was an embarrassing memory that y/n would like to forget (which she had forgotten by the next morning anyways considering she was completely hammered), however, after encountering each other again by chance – or luck if you call it that – heeseung decides he’s found the perfect canvas for his art; his next muse.

A WEEK AGO...

[word count: ~900, 3 screenshots] ignore timestamps!

it was safe to say that everyone had one, two, many drinks. after leaving the club, you had all been roaming the streets of nyc with no set destination – your glossy eyes made it hard to see all the fluorescent lights around you, and it wasn't helping that the intoxication was still settling in. all that filled the air was laughter of you and your friends – and the occasional whiff of underground sewage.

abruptly stopping her tracks, giselle suddenly gasped aloud, startling everyone – it wasn't until then that you, yunjin, and beomgyu noticed you were all parked in front of a tattoo shop.

giselle turns to face everyone, already grinning from ear-to-ear, "does anyone want to get a tattoo right now?"

"can we do that another time, i think i might throw up if we don't call a cab right now," beomgyu replied, waving his arms around flamboyantly in defiance.

deciding to ignore beomgyu, giselle rolls her eyes turning to look at you and yunjin, where the silence became almost deafening.

honestly, you wouldn't say you were opposed to the idea of spontaneously getting a tattoo at this moment, but what really turned you off was the idea of getting it alone. you thought to yourself that it wouldn't be much fun if it was only you experiencing getting a drunken tattoo – but then, you suddenly started to begin thinking otherwise.

your two feet began dragging themselves towards the entrance to the tattoo shop where you loudly blurted, "whatever, momma didn't raise no fuckin' pussy."

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upon entering the shop, the four of you guys tried to lock-in (in other words, seem sober). however, this strategy didn't help at all considering heeseung could already smell the liquor coming from you guys as soon as you all stepped in. plus, you're all still wearing club attire – it doesn't take much to put two and two together.

you clear your throat as heeseung walks towards the reception desk, "how's your night been?" he asks you with a grin on his face.

"good, good... you know same old, same old," you can hear giselle, yunjin, and beomgyu all giggling in the back.

"actually..." you begin batting your eyes at him, "i was wondering if you'd be a kind fella and be able to, um, give me a tattoo... right now?" at this point, you become aware of how off-putting you probably seem to this man.

while speaking, you were unaware that heeseung had been smirking at you the entire time.

"you know, i'd love to, but," his eyes dart to the clock then back to you, "one, we're about to close, two, you are very visibly drunk and therefore cannot give proper consent, and three, it's by appointment only."

looking back at it now, you don't really know why you kept going at it.

you pouted your lips, intertwining your hands together begging, "c'mon, please, no one has to know. it'll be our little secret."

to be honest, you put on quite a convincing act that it almost tempted him. but instead, heeseung squints his eyes at your words, biting his lip back from laughing.

before heeseung responds, he softens his voice – almost as if he's gentle parenting you, "listen, you're really drunk right now and i wouldn't be a very good artist if i tattooed you under the influence, wouldn't i?"

all you do is simply nod at his words.

"but..." he drags out, "how about this, if you somehow remember this encounter when you're all sobered up, i'll give you whatever tattoo you want, no appointment needed, free of charge, just walk in whenever."

somewhere in the middle of his tiny spiel you start smiling.

he starts to speak again, "just ask whoever's at this desk for 'heeseung.'"

you couldn't tell if this was his way of flirting with you, but you begin to play along, "and what if you're not here?"

"i'm here everyday baby, it's my shop," he replied playfully.

you smile at his words, already slowly walking back towards the door, "we'll see, goodnight heedong," heeseung doesn't bother to correct you since you're already hammered, he just lets out a small snicker.

when you turn on your heels to exit, you find that all your friends had left you. you pause for a second, confused as to where they went and how they left unnoticed by you. were you really that enamoured by some random tattoo guy that you couldn't even tell what was happening around you?

while stuck in thought, heeseung lets you know, "they're just outside. i think one of them is throwing up."

you slightly turn your body to look back at him where you give him a tight-lipped, "thanks," before finally making your way out the door.

heeseung watches you leave with a grin on his face, looking at your back profile up and down just before your tattoo catches his eye.

in bold, the words, "lucky you" are etched onto your lower back.

"huh, lucky..." he mutters, looking down at his own knuckles on the counter that read "luck" and "fate."

if you were to ask heeseung now why he did what he did that night, he probably couldn't even tell you why himself – and in all honesty, he was never expecting to see you ever again, he just wanted to entertain himself that night.

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author's note: heeseung watching yn leave his store (REAL)!!!! also chapter one out NEOW❤️‍🔥

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[captain-spooks-ahoy]

Otter pop summers

(Lads Li x nonmc!reader)

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Summary; An old friendship in the midst of a hot summer, featuring otter pops.

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Pairings; Lads love interests x non-mc!reader

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Note; Not specific to any of the boys, it’s just a cute little one-shot/ Drabble idea I had :P oh and I didn’t proofread lol, anyways enjoy my jellyfishes -🦈

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It was hot, way too hot to do anything aside from lay on the ground under a tree and eat the otter pops you’d stolen from the freezer. Cicadas buzzed at the heat, birds flew around as did the summer bugs. The sky was big and blue, only few clouds could be seen. As much as you’d like to say you hated it, the summer gave you a comfortable sound to your usually silent office life. You were enjoying this, lying under a tree and watching the clouds slowly inch by.

Then of course all comfortable silences come to an end eventually. “There you are, how long have you been lying there?” His voice comes to your ears, you close your eyes before you can see his face. Maybe if you pretended to be asleep he’d walk away? You hoped that’d be the case until you could feel his take a seat next to you. A sigh pulls from your lungs “I’m not sure, I’m just relaxing out here” you take another bite of your otter pop, finally opening your eyes to see his face partially above yours. It seemed he was just looking at you. He squinted lightly before leaning back against the tree. “I see, you could have told me or mc” silence enveloped you once more. The sound of cicadas, birds, and bugs filled your ears. Then of course he had to speak again, “do you think mc likes me?” How odd, you assumed they were both already together from the uncomfortable closeness they had. Not to mention how gross their flirtatious banter back and forth was. You know you’re his friend but sometimes you can handle all of that. Maybe it was because you yourself have had the biggest crush known to man on this guy, or the fact you’ve finally given up on giving him hints. Whatever it was, it seemed to have left you unable to respond. Leaving an uncomfortable silence between yoo both, it was awhile before you finally responded with an internal grimace. “I’d assume she does” you kept it sweet and short, but it seemed that wasn’t enough to settle his mind. “She’s really nice, I was hoping you two would hit it off. Do you like her?” You silently prayed for her to come steal his attention away once more. “I don’t mind her, she seems nice. You know how I am around new people” luckily after your response he finally closed his mouth. As much as you’d love to talk to him, you wanted to replace in silence more. Another bite of your otter pop, the cool sweetness spreading across your mouth. It was a perfect way to stay a little cool in this hot weather. You ignored how he stared at you, like he wanted to say more but knew from the look on your face you wanted silence. “Okay you staring isn’t going to get you anywhere, what do you want?” You ask him with a tired glance in his direction. His cheeks dust lightly, like a kid caught doing something bad. He looked away from you, it seemed he was looking at the ground. “It’s nothing really, I was just thinking about that time in grade school when we shared otter pops” his words bring back that memory. Your first kiss, so weird it was him who suggested it.

Two ten year olds sit under a familiar tree, one has a red otter pop while the other had a blue.

“If we kiss would your lips turn purple?” The boy asks, the smaller one of the two turns to him and gives a curious look. “I dunno! It would be cool if they did though!” They were silent before the boy asked “can I kiss you to find out?” “Sure” the other responds almost too quickly. And like that they both peck each other on the lips, the sticky sweet residue of the otter pop on their lips.

In the end their lips were not purple and it was a fruitless effort.

Remembering that was unpleasant at best. You looked away from him, back at the sky. “Yeah, I do remember. Our lips never did turn purple.. such effort wasted what a shame” you fein a sigh and lift a hand to your forehead to ass dramatics. A chuckle comes from him in response “very funny, and here I thought… well anyways. When do you plan on heading in?” He thought what? You had to admit to the curiosity that ran through you now. You didn’t question it though, you offer a simple response. “Probably soon, I’m running out of otter pop” you hold the mostly eaten purple otter pop up.

The silence that followed was comfortable, well at least in your opinion it was. You watch the clouds inch by once again, just as you had been doing. Why was he still sitting here? You were sure you had heard someone call him. You close your eyes, the sound of summer buzzing in your ears. You finished off your otter pop as the minutes rolled by with the silence of summer. You sit up, eyes still closed as you stretch. You stand up, dust yourself off then look to him. He’s sitting there just watching, like he wanted to say something to you but feared your response. You let out a small sigh, “come on, it’s getting late and I’m sure mc is wondering where you are-“ “she left a few minutes ago” he interrupted, you cock a brow at him as he stands up. “Alright.. well I assume you’ve got to get going unless you plan on hanging around longer.” You shrug, turning to walk. While you’re facing away from him you look up at the sky again, he speaks “what are you looking at?” You’re silent as he seems to keep his distance. “Nothing, I’m just remembering something funny. Do you want an otter pop when we get inside?” Nothing, was it really nothing? You had no idea as it plagued your mind the rest of the night. Every memory of how he treated you completely different from how he treated mc. While he knew you could handle your own problems, he never showed the same worry he showed for her. Why is that? You assume it must be because you truly are just a friend.

“Sure, maybe I’ll finally get another kiss off of you” he playfully jabs at you, earning a playful glare from you. “Yeah, yeah. In your dreams lover boy, don’t you have a thing for mc? Can’t go around acting like you can get kisses off everyone now can you?” You tease. Only you didn’t get another playful jab back, he simply looked at you like a kicked puppy. “What? I’m only joking come on-“ you go to walk but he grabs your upper arm, he looks at you like he’s searching for something in your eyes. “Do you really believe that? That I like mc?” You give a weary glance at him, had you misunderstood the situation? “Yeah.. you guys spend like.. every waking moment together and are always hush hush… I thought you two had a thing for one another?”

He’s silent, like he’s thinking of a response. He lets your arm go, “sorry.. uh let’s go inside then, I call the red otterpop” he says, albeit trying to be playful his brows were still furrowed with what seemed to be confusion. You just mentally shrug it off, what’s the worst that could happen. He likes you instead and is upset you don’t see it? As if, he couldn’t ever see you in that light… right?

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(Teehee, okay what do we think? It’s another Drabble but I thought it was kind of cute. I don’t feel like writing versions of this for all of them so I made it as vague as possible to what love interests it could be, so imagine your boy and boom you’re good. Anyways time to work on the other two works -🦈)

[stevielovesmatt]

could u write smth of like reader being scared to say i love you to chris maybe?

SAY IT AGAIN

in which... you're scared to say i love you but chris comforts you :)

warnings: anxiety, slight mention of bad ex, fluff

3 months.

3 months of the most beautiful, blissful, passionate relationship with your boyfriend, Chris.

He spoiled you rotten. Always brought over 'just cause' flowers, dropped everything if it meant he could spend time with you, and constantly reminded you how much he cherished you.

You loved him. You did. But every time you got even a little bit close to saying it, you looked away and changed the topic. For some reason, it freaked you out to say just those 3 words.

Currently, you're both underneath a blanket, limbs tangled together, with a forgotten show in the background.

"If a frog had the chance to speak, what do you think it's first word would be?" Chris asks, with a serious face.

You giggle. "I have no idea."

He scoots in closer to you, hand absentmindedly rubbing your back. You lean into his touch.

"I think he'd say..." Chris cuts himself off, already laughing, "Y/N is the prettiest girl ever." He croaks, pretending to be a frog.

You blush, rolling your eyes and swatting his arm. "Yeah yeah." You mumble.

His hand finds your jaw, bringing it up so you look him in the eyes. His eyes flicker to your lips, then back up to your eyes. "You know I mean it." Chris murmurs.

He kisses you, soft and sweet. He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. "I love kissing you," He whispers, taking a deep breath, "I love you."

Fuck. Your eyes widen slightly, your mouth opening to respond but... nothing comes out. You feel as if you can't speak. Your breathing quickens, looking away from Chris. Why can't I say anything?

"Hey," Chris grabs your jaw again, his eyes scattered across your face trying to understand, "Breathe baby. Breathe."

You feel your eyes prick with tears, shaking your head and burying it in his chest. Just say it. Is it so hard? He's going to leave if you don't say it back.

"You don't have to say it back if you're not ready." He kisses the top of your head, playing with your hair. "I just want to make sure you know how much I love you. That's all I care about."

You sniffle, snuggling somehow deeper into his hold. "I-I'm just... scared." You breathe, wiping some tears that have fallen.

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm afraid that if I say it you'll leave. That's what happened last time. I said those words a lot and it was too much for them. I don't want to lose you or scare you away." You rant.

Chris nods the whole entire time, taking in every word you say. He cups your face, forcing you to look up at him. "M'not leaving." He says firmly. "You're not too much for me. Never. That's not a thing. Okay?"

You nod, leaning into his hands. He smiles softly, kissing your forehead.

"I love you, nothing will change that. You could say it tonight, tomorrow, or even next year and I will love you the same. You could say it every minute or three times a minute and I will love you the same."

He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly. "It would take a lot of work to lose me, love. You ain't getting rid of me that quick." He whispers into your hair, making you giggle.

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Later that night, you both are laying in his bed. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and your face cuddled into his chest.

"Chris?" You whisper, half expecting him to be asleep.

"Yeah?" He whispers back.

You close your eyes, settling further into his arms. "You make me feel safe."

Chris pulls back slightly, enough to kiss your forehead. "I'm glad baby. I always want you to feel safe with me."

A beat of silence. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your quickening heartbeat.

"I love you."

Your voice is barely audible. But Chris hears it. He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye.

He smiles softly. "Yeah?" He whispers, rubbing gentle circles into your back.

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Say it again."

"...I love you?" You mutter, confused.

He grins. "God, I love hearing you say it. Please say that like every second." Chris presses another kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, Chris." You say gently, but firm, kissing his chest.

"I love you more." He says, hugging you closer to his body.

You drift off to sleep like that, feeling safe and loved in the arms of the boy you love.

a/n: hehe so cute :) send more requests!!

main: @slvt4subchratt @chrepsi @hannaloveschris @courta13 @sunflower-vol3 @mattspillowprincess @ilovedanielcaesar @kenah-sturniolo

dividers by @/diviniyae

[antonology]

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pairing: nonidol au! swimmer bf! anton x fem! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.5k (lowercase intended)

synopsis: you decide you want to swim with your boyfriend anton this weekend. the problem? you can’t swim. so anton makes it his responsibility to teach you.

“i don’t think this is a good idea.”

the weekends were always you and your boyfriend’s, anton, quality time days. you were feeling ambitious this week following your accomplishments. you had just finished exams, managed to keep your high gpa, and even became president of the photography club. this ambitiousness carried through the week, and it wasn’t until friday evening that you had texted anton you wanted to go swimming.

you didn’t know how to swim.

or at least, swim like he did.

where anton was practically a professional, the last time you were in water, you had managed to step into the shallow side of the pool before plummeting down and swallowing a mouthful of pool water right in front of him. you vowed to yourself you would never engage in swimming ever again to save yourself from embarrassment.

but here you were, standing at the edge of the pool on a sunny saturday afternoon, about to do exactly what you told yourself you wouldn’t. you regretted your idea immediately. the sun reflected against the clear water, causing the wavelike motions to appear like shiny sparkly waves.

anton was already one step down into the pool, his hand holding yours. his eyes shone with amusement as he turned to look at you, quirking an eyebrow “you said you wanted to swim”

“i know but…” you trailed off. without even realizing, your hands began to tremble.

a gentle smile formed on his lips, intertwining his fingers with yours and bringing your hand up to his lips. he placed a kiss onto the back of your hand, his lips lingering for a few mere seconds before turning to fully face you. he reached his free hand towards yours, holding both of your hands in his. “i’ll be with you every step of the way, y/n. and if you decide you want to stop, we can stop” he says, his voice soft and light as a feather. anton was never one to push you to do things, always letting you go at your own pace, and that always put you at ease. especially at times like this. the tremble in your hands disappeared as you nodded your head slowly.

he began to take steps down into the pool, his eyes never leaving you as his hands guided you, keeping a firm grip to hold you steady. you followed his lead as your eyes glued to your feet, watching them become submerged into the water. you were slow, taking one step at a time, but he never pushed. simply watched and supported. it wasn’t long until your feet were planted on the bottom of the pool, the water just above your chest.

“you did it” anton whispered, a smile on his lips as he squeezed your hands, a gentle reminder that he was still there with you.

feeling more reassured, you tilted your head to look up at your boyfriend, leaning on your tippy toes to plant a small kiss onto his lips. he responded immediately, kissing your lips tenderly and gently. the kiss was brief and short, but it still made your heart flutter nonetheless.

“can i watch you swim?” you asked, your shoulders visibly perking in excitement. you were always mesmerized at how good anton was when it came to swimming. you would never get tired of watching him in the water. he laughed and nodded his head, taking a step back cautiously and warily “are you sure you’re okay if i let go?” he asked, referring to your hands intertwined together.

“i’m okay, i just wanna see you swim”

without having to ask again, his stance shifted. where he was once standing tall in the shallow waters he was now floating on the water's surface. he began to kick his feet, his face in the water as his arms moved in long, big strokes. you watched with wide eyes, taking in the perfect form and sharp angles his body created. his muscles rippled and you couldn’t help but ogle at them despite seeing them a thousand times. he swam effortlessly to the opposite end of the pool, curling his body inwards and spinning. you gasped as he planted his feet to the pool wall before kicking off, swimming back to you.

he stood up in the pool, water dripping down his entire body from head to toe. his hair curly and strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the water. he gasped for air, rubbing his hands against his face to wipe the water away, his chest rising up and down rapidly. you, so in awe, could do nothing but look at him with those same wide eyes.

and then you clapped.

anton shook his head, water flinging and flying from his hair as he laughed, his muscled arms coming around your waist and tugging you flush to his chest.

“watching you swim is so beautiful, it’s like a piece of art” you said, your arms looping around his neck. “cheesy much” he joked as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“teach me” you whispered, unraveling your arms around his neck. he didn’t hesitate to agree.

his hand pressed flat against your stomach as he helped you lie straight on the waters surface, similar to him a few minutes ago.

“kick your feet-“

anton was cut off by water splashing onto his face from the force of your feet coming in contact with the water, your miserable attempt at kicking. he sputtered out and tilted his head back, placing a hand on the back of your calves “slowly. you wanna make small little splashes” he said, shifting his hand to guide your feet in a kicking motion that wasn’t as strong, but strong enough to cause small splashes.

“you’re doing great y/n” he whispered, but you were too focused on kicking your feet to see the proud smile he had on his face.

“how do i move my arms like you did?” you asked as you began to move both arms in long strokes, arms splashing against the water. anton stepped towards your front, now standing in front of you as he watched you stroke “imagine my palms are targets and you’re trying to hit them. but keep kicking your feet just like that, you’re doing so good” he said, placing his hands palm up on the surface of the water.

you did as you were told, eyes glued to his palms, arms stroking one after the other. your palms gently coming into contact, high fiving him as you attempted to move both your arms while continuously kicking. suddenly, you couldn’t feel his palms anymore, and it was because anton had taken a few steps back. his hands were still outstretched, preparing to catch you if anything happened “try swimming to me” he said softly, his tone gentle and urging.

you held your breath, body already aching from all the movements. you weren’t used to moving like this, let alone in a body of water. you began to move, successfully swimming towards him, a slight feeling of confidence and excitement blooming inside of you. however, those feelings plummeted quickly as you felt yourself being submerged in water, no longer swimming towards anton, but going underwater instead despite following his instructions.

he was quick to hold you up before you could get a face full of water, his grin wide, showing off his pearly whites as he cupped your cheeks “did you see yourself? you did it! you were swimming!”

“but i didn’t even reach you” you clutched onto his forearms, feeling his muscles beneath your palm, a small pout forming onto your lips as your eyes connected with his.

anton didn’t care, he had seen how hard you tried, how much you accomplished, and he was fully prepared to cheer you on. he squished your cheeks gently, causing your pouty lips to pout even more “and? y/n that was amazing. you were swimming! it doesn’t how far you went, you did it” he said, his voice laced with a hint of awe and wonder. his boasting made you feel better almost instantly, your pout forming into a smile. but not before he leaned in and captured your lips with his.

the kiss was slow and gentle, his lips moving against yours in perfect sync. your lips pulled apart and touched again at the same time, and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. when he pulled away, his wide grin had replastered itself onto his face “wanna go again?”

“i think i‘m good for the day. that was a lot for me” you said, holding up a hand to interject as you shook your head.

he nodded, shaking his head and placing his hands on your hips. he pressed a kiss to your cheek as he spoke, “okay, that’s okay. want me to make you iced coffee?”

“and chocolate covered strawberries?”

“and chocolate covered strawberries.”

“okay, deal!” you said excitedly.

anton’s grip tightened on your hips as he easily picked you up in the water, throwing you over his shoulder. you let out a squeal as you came face to face with his back, gently pounding your fist on his back “hey!” you shouted.

but anton didn’t put you down as he carried you out of the pool.

“let’s get out of here”

[holyblonded]

https://www.tumblr.com/holyblonded/781579935776129024/is-chickie-in-the-barca-gc-because-its-literally?source=share

chickie is def gonna end up dating a la masia wonderkid that goes into the first team in a couple of years when they’re 17 and now everyone’s worried bc chickie def has a great relationship with barca that makes the move likely *but* the precedent in their elders (mario and lia) says the opposite

— leah sees one (1) singular photo of chickie laughing with said la masia wonderkid on insta and immediately drops her phone like it burned her

— she calls sam at 2am and just says “we’re doomed” and sam, equally dramatic, responds “they’re gonna take her”

— kristie, meanwhile, is completely unbothered, scrolling on her phone while nursing baby jagger and going “you two need to get a grip”

— arsenal camp is shaking

— steph is giving chickie the coldest side-eyes and pretending it’s about tactical focus

— beth starts writing her a song called “please don’t leave” and sings it half-seriously at breakfast

— kyra just mutters “traitor” every time chickie’s phone pings with a message that looks too spanish

— leah decides to have “the talk” with chickie

— “you’re young. impressionable. this is how it starts. a little flirting. some croquetas. next thing you know you’re in blaugrana and i’m having a breakdown on sky sports”

— chickie just blinks and says “i was asking if she wanted to trade stickers”

— sam goes full secret agent and starts investigating the wonderkid’s stats, background, and if she’s ever tweeted anything questionable

— kristie snatches the laptop from her and tells her to act normal for once

— lia sighs and tells everyone “if it’s true love, she’ll stay anyway. like i did.”

— and that spirals the team into a full breakdown because lia and mario is the ultimate precedent

— “what if chickie is mario— oh god we’re really doomed”

— meanwhile chickie has no idea what’s going on

— she’s just vibing, sending her barça girls pics of her arsenal fit and asking when they’re visiting london again

— at training she’s like “guys why is everyone looking at me like i’m gonna defect?”

— leah dramatically clutches her chest and says “because you might.”

— it all culminates in sam sitting her down that night like

— “do you love us?”

— chickie, confused, holding a juice box, nods

— “then don’t you dare wear barcelona’s colors in public again. you stay in london.”

— two weeks later chickie is wearing a barça hoodie that la masia kid gave her and all of arsenal collectively dies inside

— but she has her arsenal shorts on underneath and kristie is like “balance”

— the threat is real. the drama is high

— and no one has control of chickie but chickie herself

— god help them all.

[perseephoneee]

┈ ⟡ crash out [a frank langdon fic]

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After returning from rehab and looking to earn forgiveness for his mistakes, Frank makes his way back to the Pitt Trauma Medical Center, where he discovers he's been given a supervisor to oversee his progress.

a/n: finally returning to this after crashing out for the past three weeks. can you even crash out for three weeks? it doesn't matter...i did it anyway

beta'd by the beautiful @eurydiceauxenfers <3

“I’ll bet you $10 this isn’t going to work,” you said, watching as Langdon operated. The patient had been injured on a construction site, and you both were arguing over the best way to treat them. While part of you was well aware that he usually had smart ideas for how to handle these situations, you also knew he responded best to competition.

“Then you are going to be $10 short and feeling very stupid,” Langdon laughed, eyes focused on his work. He seemed a lot more joyful than he was a few weeks ago when you first met him. 

“Don’t be a douche.”

“Can’t,” he shrugged. “Because I just succeeded.”

You bit back a smile as he finished off his work, standing back and gesturing to the nurses to bandage the patient up. You left the room, knowing he’d meet you later, as he finished cleaning up. 

You’d had no idea what to expect when Robby asked you to be Frank’s supervisor. You had heard from the rumor mill that he tended to be arrogant, had a hard time not being in control, and was close with Robby. Oh, and the whole stealing drugs thing. But the man you saw on the first day seemed more desperate and sad than anything. Challenging him in his work was the closest you got to seeing that version you were told of before. 

You had also heard him referred to as ER Ken, which gave you a certain idea of what he was supposed to look like. You were not disappointed. 

He’s married, you thought to yourself, looking at the board in central. You heard his footsteps a second later. You could always tell it was him because the steps always seemed hurried, much like a puppy. He wore a grin.

“You owe me $10.”

You raised a brow at him. “How about I just get you a drink from the vending machine and we call it even.”

Langdon pretended to think about it, even though you knew he had already decided. “Deal.”

“Good. We have a sick child in six.”

Langdon pouted. “There’s an amputation in three.”

“I don’t care,” you snorted, watching as his expression fell. You enjoyed that aspect of being his supervisor, getting to make him do whatever case you wanted. He didn’t complain…much. 

He made sure to stay a few paces behind you as you approached the curtain, announcing yourself as you opened it. A little girl, seven years of age, sat on the bed with her knees to her chest and a rabbit in her arms. She was frowning as her parents sat in the chairs next to her. 

“Hi Chloe, I’m Dr. L/N and this is my colleague Dr. Langdon,” you smiled, closing the curtain behind you. “What seems to be the problem?”

“She says her ears won’t stop hurting, and we gave her Tylenol, but it isn’t doing anything.” Her mom twisted her hands, looking anxiously between you and her daughter. You grabbed your otoscope and got closer to Chloe. You hummed as you looked inside both ears. 

“Any other symptoms?” Langdon asked as you examined her ears. 

“She said her head hurt a little bit, but we thought it was just from the strep,” her dad replied. 

“Strep?”

“She just got over strep throat,” the mom replied. You put away the otoscope.

“Her ears are very swollen, but it doesn’t look like the eardrums are affected. Her strep likely didn’t go away and moved to the sinuses, which gave her an infection,” you explained. You felt bad for the little girl. Her ears were so inflamed that you were shocked she wasn’t crying. “Dr. Langdon, what would you prescribe as treatment?”

“Another round of antibiotics, as well as oxycodone as needed for the pain,” Frank smiled, hands in his pockets. You nodded in agreement. 

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” he replied. 

“Her ears right now are full of pockets of excess liquid. Her hearing might be slightly affected, but it’d only be temporary. At some point, the pockets will burst and drain out naturally. If they don’t go away and she’s still in pain after finishing the antibiotics, you should come back in.”

“Thank you so much,” the mom smiled gleefully, giving her daughter a kiss on the head. You noticed Frank tense up out of the corner of your eye. 

“We’ll write you a prescription now for everything,” you nodded, opening the curtain and stepping out with Frank behind you. He seemed quieter than before. 

“What’s wrong, Langdon?” you asked, bumping his shoulder. He looked down at you, plastering on a smile. 

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“You never do, cupcake,” he grinned, walking backwards towards the ER entrance. You frowned at the nickname. You don’t remember when he started calling you cupcake, but you didn’t always appreciate it. 

“Where are you going?” you called out, arms crossed.

“STEMI incoming, and I’m going to beat the record.”

“Like hell you are,” you grumbled, following after him. He was like a dog with a bone when he wanted to do something. The STEMI rolled in a moment later. You both ran alongside the gurney as you wheeled it into the emergency OR… 

Langdon did not beat the record (neither did you). But the guy survived, so all in a day’s work. Things managed to calm down a little bit, and you found yourself taking a breather in the break room. You slumped against the wall with a Rice Krispies treat, staring a hole into the opposite wall. The door creaked open, and Frank slumped down next to you.

You sat in companionable silence.

“Wanna see me shotgun this Red Bull?” He asked, holding up the can.

“That sounds like a terrible idea,” you responded. “But yes.”

It went about as poorly as expected. Frank’s scrubs were now covered in the energy drink. But it made you laugh, actually snorting laughing. He was an idiot, one whom you were in charge of.

“Glad my failures entertain you.”

“Always,” 

Frank smiled. You were waiting to see the smile reach his eyes, but you knew progress was slow. You cleared your throat. 

“What happened earlier?”

“Earlier?”

“With the kid. You got kinda…distant.”

Frank looked down at his hands. He played with the wedding band on his finger, twisting it around. You observed the action.

“I just haven’t seen Tanner in a while,” Frank admits. “And it’s hard.”

“You haven’t?” He wore his friendship bracelet everywhere. Frank wore Tanner’s friendship bracelet everywhere, you’d noticed. You knew he had to be the light of his life. “How—?”

“Abby left me,” Frank shrugged. You felt your heart drop. “After the…she was mad at me. For lying. For everything.” Langdon ran a hand through his hair. “I haven’t seen him since. Courts are still figuring out custody.” He takes his ring off, holding it up in front of you both. “And I didn’t want people to know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m fine,” Frank forced a smile, in a way a totally not fine person would. 

What do you do in this situation? Sit and empathize, you guess. You’ve prided yourself on being good at comforting, but you didn’t always know what to say. 

“Do you mind not telling anyone?” Frank murmured. God, he looked like a wounded puppy with those eyes. 

“Of course I won’t.” You paused for a second. “Would working on the amputee make you feel better?”

“Yes.”

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You’re not sure why you did it. Following your co-worker home was never a good idea. Following the mystery that was Frank Langdon was a worse idea. But you couldn’t get that look of his out of your mind, nor the way he held his ring like he wasn’t sure if he should toss it or cherish it. And frankly, you were nosy. 

You follow a little bit behind him as he walks. Luck had it that he didn’t drive to work (your snooping would’ve ended then), but that didn’t leave many options in the closest area. He didn’t ride the bus either. He walked for several blocks, and there were a few close calls where you would roll into the bushes very sleek and cool like a movie spy. You were kidding yourself; you fell into the bushes like a flying squirrel. 

Thoughts of squirrel-like tendencies left your mind as you watched him enter the three-star hotel near the hospital. 

Well, shit.

[casssssssi]

You Make It Easy

Will Smith Hockey x Teen mom!reader

warnings; Mentions of parental abuse, angst with a happy ending, proposals, use of Y/N, Lots of Toffoli mentions (both of them), it’s very very long, not proofread at all

wc; 9,089

summary; Will plans to propose, some bad shit happens, then it gets better. A lot better.

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1st work 2nd work

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A few more weeks pass and it’s nearing the end of the season. Maemae’s leg is healing nicely, she had gotten the stitches out after a week and a half, and she no longer seems bothered by where the cut was. Their conversation from when he held her against his chest as they fell asleep after a passionate night together from a few months prior has been playing on repeat in Wills head ever since. More specifically her words of “I wanna marry you.” The thought consumes him to the point that he’s constantly online looking at engagement rings. He wants it to be perfect and he doesn’t want to get anything gaudy or tacky. He’s narrowed it down to a few rings, and he’s ready to go to the store to go buy it, but something holds him back. He has no idea if it’s even a good idea to get married right now. She’s the only person he’s ever met that he’s even considered marrying, and he loves her to death but is it even the right time? He has no idea, and he doesn’t even know who to talk to about it. He considers, maybe Toff. Toff and Cat have been married for like 8 years. Yeah… he figures he has no real other option at this point, besides asking a family member and he really doesnt wanna do that, so he goes to Toff’s house.

He knocks on the door, and a few seconds later Toff answers, “Will, hey man. what’s up?” He nods in greeting before answering, “Hey man, can I talk to you for a minute?” “Of course, come in”, he says stepping aside. When Will walks into the house and into the living room, he sees Cat curled up on the couch with a blanket over her lap and a mug in her hand. She smiles when she sees him. “Hi Will. Where’s Y/N?”, she asks. She’s used to him coming over with his girlfriend, or Mack sometimes, but now it’s just him. He smiles back at her, before taking a seat on one of the recliners across from the couch. “She’s home with Maemae, watching her. I just needed to ask Ty something real quick and I didn’t want to wait until later”, he explains. Toff sits down next to Cat, his hand immediately coming up to rest on her leg. His brows furrow, a little puzzled, but he can tell that there’s something bothering Will, “Oh okay. What’s up?” He leans back on the recliner, his gaze darting to Cat, before looking back at Toff. “It’s just… I was hoping to get some advice from you, since you’re married and all”, he says, his voice getting quieter, like he’s nervous. Cat notices how he’s looking between the two. Toff’s gaze follows Will’s shifting gaze, also noticing the way Will is looking at them. “Advice, huh? what, you trying to propose or something?”, he teases.

Will feels his face burn when Toff says that, and he rubs a hand over his face, feeling almost sheepish that it was so easy for Toff to guess what he’s here to talk about. “Yeah, yeah I am..”, he says. Cat smiles brightly, “You are? Aww that’s so cute” He nods, and he smiles softly, feeling shy now that it’s out in the air. Cat’s reaction eases his nerves slightly. He lets out a little chuckle as he runs a hand through his hair, “Yeah I am. I don’t know I’m just…. I’m not too sure about timing and everything so I needed some advice I guess..” Cat looks so absolutely excited and Toff notices her excitement, his expression turning to soft affection. He has a soft smile on his face as he responds. “Okay”, he says, pausing, “First off, are you sure that she wants to get married?” He nods without hesitating. “She does. She told me a few months back that she wanted to. Said those exact words. And I want to marry her. Like as soon as I can, honestly”, he admits. Cat’s face lights up again and Toff smiles as well. They’re both glad that they’re so sure about it. Cat chimes in before Toff can say anything, “Then what’s holding you back?”, she laughs. He shrugs, a slightly sheepish look on his face as he speaks, “I don’t know…. I guess I’m just worried it’s too early. We’re still really young. And we’ve only been together for about a year and a half.” Toff shakes his head slightly, he understands his train of thought. “Man, I get that. But some people get married at any age. If you’re both in agreement and you know that she’s the one, who cares what age you are?”

He smiles softly, Toff’s words making the anxiety in his chest ease slightly. Toff’s making it sound way more simple than it probably is, but he gets what he’s saying. Toff is older and more mature and much more experienced than he is, “Yeah I guess you’re right”, he says. Toff smiles softly again, seeing the look on Will’s face. He clearly wants what’s best for him, and he knows he probably shouldn’t give him this next suggestion, but he feels like he needs to hear it. “And you’re sure that you want to spend the rest of your life with her? Because it’s a big commitment man. It’s forever, and you need to be 100% sure that she’s it for you, or it won’t work. You’ve gotta be really damn sure” His entire body tenses for a second when Toff says that, but he relaxes within a second, completely sure of his answer when it comes out, “Yeah. I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with her. She’s the only person I could ever even imagine wanting to marry.” Toff holds back an amused smirk from how quickly he responded. Clearly his feelings are genuine, and Toff knows he’s already made up his mind. Cat glances over at Toff as he speaks, knowing he has something more to add, “Well, then man there’s nothing else to consider. If you know you want to spend the rest of your life with her, and you know she’s the same way, then I think you should propose as soon as possible.” Cat beams, “Have you picked a ring yet?”, she asks.

Will smiles as Cat asks the question. He’s slightly nervous about what they’ll think of his answer, but he decides to be honest and answers. “Yeah I’ve been looking online for a few weeks. I’ve narrowed it down to a few… I don’t know which one to get”, he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Cat’s excitement only grows, “Oh my god you’ve already been looking? Aww” She’s practically buzzing on the couch, and Toff hides a smirk again as she continues, “Can we see?” Will laughs softly at how eager Cat is, but he’s not surprised in the slightest, and he pulls out his phone, opening up his notes app to the list of rings he’s saved. Cat practically lunges towards him, sitting on the edge of the couch, eager to look at them. Cat’s eyes widen as she looks at the list, clearly more than pleased with Will’s picks. Toff looks over at her, curious to see what she’s so excited about, and he leans over, looking at the list as well, his eyebrows slightly raising when he sees how good the rings actually are. “These are beautiful Will. I’m sure she’ll love whichever one you pick”, she says. Will smiles, happy that they like them, and at cat’s encouragement. Toff nods in agreement with Cat, before speaking again, “Yeah man, they’re all great, I’d be happy if I was her” Will nods again, he figured that the ones he picked were good, and he knows he just needs to pick one, but he still seems unsure, and he rubs a hand over his hair again. He doesn’t want to be annoying or anything, but he just needs that extra little bit of reassurance first. “You both think so? I just don’t wanna get something tacky or gaudy” “Definitely not”, Cat chimes in, “All of them are very classy, definitely something any woman would be happy to get proposed to with. You have fantastic taste.” Toff nods again, agreeing with everything she’s saying. “Yeah I think you’re good man. Like Cat said, you’ve got great taste. I guarantee she’s gonna love it, whatever ring you end up getting her.”, he says. They talk for a little bit longer before Will heads back home.

Will feels significantly better after talking to Toff and Cat and he feels like he has a better grasp on what he’s doing. He drives home feeling a bit more confident than he did before. When he gets home, he parks his car, a small smile on his face. He walks inside, and he can hear the sound of Maemae babbling from the living room, and he finds her and Maemae sitting on the couch watching a cartoon. She looks up as he walks in, smiling warmly and his heart skips a beat just like it does every time. “Y’know this Bluey is pretty interesting…”, she says smiling at him. He walks over towards the couch, sitting down next to her, and Maemae climbs up on him, snuggling up to him. He rubs her head lightly, and he smiles back at his girlfriend, amused, “Yeah? You think so?” She smiles warmly, watching as Maemae gets comfortable and then looks back at him. “Yeah it’s pretty good. Kinda funny to watch”, she says, she always loves watching the two sit like this, her daughter clinging to Will like a lifeline after he’s been gone for a while. The little girl really loves him. He nods, keeping a hand on Maemae as she lays with him, and he glances at the tv, barely taking in what’s going on. He’s more focused on how close she is, his free hand itching to pull her closer to him, just to have her in his arms. “How’s she been?”, he says, nodding his head down at Maemae. “Good. Not too much trouble. We’ve just been watching tv all day”, she says. He nods, smiling at her, before he looks down at Maemae again. She’s basically sprawled out on him, her head laying on his chest as she watches tv, little fingers in her mouth as she drools all over his shirt, and he knows he’s gonna have to eventually move her so they can talk without her overhearing, but he’s not quite ready yet. He just wants to revel in the feeling of having her close for a bit.

She watches them, a small smile playing at her lips, and she can tell that he’s enjoying holding her close, and it gives her something that’s almost fond nostalgia. It reminds her of moments with her own father. The father she hadn’t spoken to since she told her parents she was pregnant. It makes her heart hurt, and she’s suddenly overcome with a strong sense of sadness. He notices her expression change almost immediately, and his eyebrows furrow. “Hey… you okay?”, his tone is soft and slightly cautious, but he has a look on his face as if he already knows the answer. “Yeah im okay”,she says, “Just… thinking” He raises an eyebrow at her, clearly not believing her. “Thinking about what?” She feels tears well in her eyes. “I just… I really miss my parents…”, she says, “I wish they could see how beautiful this is… even if it wasn’t”, her voice cracks, “Even if it wasn’t ideal for it to happen the way it did… I just.. wish they could see her. See how beautiful she is.” His heart drops and he looks at her, his gaze soft and full of compassion. he can tell she’s fighting the tears now and he wishes he could do something to make her not sad anymore. “Hey..”, his voice is soft and he places a hand gently on her knee. “I know you do… I’m so sorry baby” She just shakes her head and wipes a few tears that start falling. She can’t stop the words that come out, it flows out of her almost like word vomit but she doesn’t have the strength to stop it, “I just… I don’t get why they can’t look past their opinions about me and see Maemae… She deserves to have grandparents”, she takes a deep breath. “And—”, she says, “I know she still has your parents, and I know how much they love her and I’m so grateful they do I just… I just wish they could see her and look past all the hate they have for me”, she says.

Listening to her is only making his heart hurt worse and he reaches for her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer, placing a hand on her thigh and rubbing it gently as she talks. “Hey hey, come here baby” She lets him wrap his arms around her, and she buries her face into the side of his chest, letting out a shaky little exhale at the nickname. It’s so familiar and it’s exactly what she wants and exactly what she needs right now and it almost makes it even worse because the longer she goes without them, the more she thinks about how much she misses them. He rubs her back, holding her close, rubbing his free hand gently over her hair, wanting to do whatever he can to make her feel better. He just wants to take it away, everything she’s feeling, he just wants to take the hurt away. He hates seeing her like this, but he doesn’t know what to say, so he just holds her close and rubs her back. They spend the rest of the night like that, excluding when they have to put Maemae to bed for real.

A few days pass and she decides to try and contact her parents. She doesn’t tell Will. They agree to lunch with her, and she hesitates to bring MaeMae, but she wants them to meet her. To see what a beautiful little girl she is. It goes shakily. And she can tell her mother loves Maemae already, but her father is different. He’d always been the harder one to please when it came to anything (except for school, that was all her mom). What she doesn’t expect is for him to ask to speak with her privately, taking her outside and away from public view, where he full on slaps her. He had never done that, not even when he found out she was pregnant. She can’t help but stand there shocked as her cheek blooms with pain, tears stinging her eyes. She doesn’t say another word, running back inside and grabbing Maemae. She bids her mother goodbye quickly before taking her daughter and rushing home. When she finally makes it home she unlocks the door frantically and rushes in, shutting the door behind her, putting a barrier between herself and the outside world. She feels so small and tiny and scared and sad and a million other things all at once and she can't even see through the tears in her eyes as she locks the door. She can feel herself on the verge of shattering and she feels like the breath keeps getting knocked out of her lungs. She's terrified and all alone, except for a little toddler, who's watching her intently. She smiles at her, trying not to let her see her in pain like this. At least she feels like she does, but she’s not entirely sure. The left side of her face is numb other than a tingling sensation where her father’s hand has hit her. She glances at the clock on the wall, trying to blink tears away from her eyes. She makes out the numbers “12:” and that’s about it. Will won’t be home until 2. She keeps crying, trying not to let herself breakdown completely, but she feels like the walls are tumbling down around her. She feels so stupid for even thinking this was a good idea, for thinking they’d see her daughter and just change their mind. She knows how stupid she was, and she wishes it was different, and the clock saying it’s the middle of the day reminds her of his absence. He’s not coming back for hours. And she’s alone. She finally lets out a sob, a quiet and strangled sound that is completely unintentional, but she can’t hold her tears back anymore, and they spill over her cheeks. The pain’s setting in and she can’t take it all, and she wishes more than anything that he was here, holding her, telling her it’s gonna be okay.

Maemae makes a sound, standing herself up and waddling over to her mom. She just about breaks again when she sees her daughter coming towards her. She wants desperately to pull her up and hold her tight, wanting to cling to her for some sense of comfort at all, but she doesn’t. She looks at her, noticing the concern in her little eyes, her sweet little face looking at her worriedly. “I’m okay babygirl”, she says, her voice coming out sounding like a broken mess. “Im okay”, she repeats, scooping her up and holding her close. Maemae wraps her little arms around her mom’s neck, holding on tight. She buries her face into the crook of her mom’s neck, and the feeling almost makes her cry again. Her baby, her beautiful, beautiful baby, how could they not see how beautiful she is? She holds her to her chest, burying her face into her hair. She presses a kiss to the top of her head, feeling so much love for this little girl. She almost forgets about the pain in her face temporarily, just focusing on her child. They stay like that for a while, just sitting there, until she hears the front door open. She looks up, face tear stained and her cheek still throbbing. It’s probably going to bruise, she had always bruised easily. He drops his bag by the front door and walks through the house., “Y/N?”, he says, glancing around. He’s sure she’s home but he doesn’t see her. He thinks it’s weird, and walks into the living room, seeing her sitting on the couch and seeing her face, and his entire demeanor changes. The second he sees her, he knows something is wrong. His heart drops to his stomach when he sees the look on her face and he can tell she’s been crying, and the way she’s holding Maemae so tight is so different than usual, he feels the panic rise in his chest. He walks over to her, his eyes looking over her face as he gets closer, and then he sees it, and his heart completely falls out of his chest. “Baby… what happened to your face?”, he gently sits down next to her, his gaze locked on her cheek, his voice low and concerned. “I went to see my parents”,she mumbles, “He hit me Will…”

His jaw tightens and his eyes darken, anger flowing through him. The thought of her parents, her own flesh and blood, hurting her like that is something he can’t even comprehend, and he has to restrain himself from going to find her father and punching him in the face. “He hit you?” “On the bright side… I think my mom likes her”, she says, ignoring him and trying to crack a joke. She doesn’t like the look on his face, the anger. It scares her. Anger is unpredictable. He doesn’t find it funny, and seeing her not react to it makes him upset. He gently grabs her chin, carefully moving her face so he’s looking at her, and he forces eye contact with her, his touch gentle even though he’s angry. “Baby… why the hell would you go see them?” “I just… i wanted to give them the chance. To see her.. to fix things”, she says, voice quiet. He lets go of her chin, sighing softly. He wishes it had worked, he really does, but the fact that she’s sitting here with an already dark bruise on her cheek tells him it didn’t go well. “How did they react to Maemae?” “My mom loved her…”,she says, “My dad…”, she trembles slightly just thinking about him after today’s events, “He didn’t even say anything…” His eyes harden even more at the thought of her father and he has to hold himself back from getting up to go find the man and beat him to a pulp. He wants to so badly but he has to hold himself together for her, “He didn’t say anything?” She shrugs, biting her lip. “I mean… he was kinda cold.. he didn’t interact with her at all and barely looked at her but.. my mom really liked her”, she emphasizes it again. This was a step in the right direction. He nods a little, understanding how she might feel. He knows she’s holding on to every tiny bit of possible hope. “I’m sorry it didn’t go better baby”

“I feel stupid”, she admits in a quiet voice, tears welling up in her eyes again. “I shouldn’t have even gone. I should’ve known it would be like this.. I just hoped it would be different somehow”, she says. “Hey…”, he says softly, “Hey… no. You’re not stupid baby, okay? You did what you thought was best, alright? Just… the way they reacted, that’s on them, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong” “I did though. It’s all my fault. that I don’t have a relationship with them anymore. I was the one who went and got pregnant. I was the one who broke the only rule they gave me” He shakes his head, he hates her talking about herself like this. How she could ever blame herself? “No. You did nothing wrong. People make mistakes, okay? It happened. Yeah it’s not how they wanted it but it happened, and they should still accept that it happened. They should still get over it.”, he looks at her intently. “You made a mistake but you have a beautiful daughter because of that mistake” She nods, looking down at the little girl who’s fallen asleep on her chest. He softens looking at her, and her beautiful little girl. “You did a damn good job with Maemae, baby. She’s amazing. And they’re stupid for not seeing that” She nods again, more tears starting to fall. It’s like a damn broke. Everything just keeps coming out and she can’t stop crying. He just pulls her close to him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, careful not to jostle the baby. He’s so angry at her parents but he’s even more pissed off at himself for not being there. He holds her close, letting her cry into him, his hand gently rubbing her back.

The next few days, her cheek blooms into a nasty bruise, and if you look hard enough you can almost make out the handprint. She tries not to stare at it in the mirror, the image making her stomach twist. The first time she saw it, saw the distinct marks from his fingers, she threw up. He hates it. Seeing the mark on her face every time he looks at her makes his heart plummet, and seeing the way she reacts. The way she avoids looking in the mirror, the way she can’t stand to view the mark on her face. It just kills him, and he doesn’t know how to make her feel better. One day, there’s a knock on their door. Will goes to open it, and is met with her mother. He just stares at her for a second, and he feels the anger rise in him again when he sees her. But, he holds himself together for now, even though it’s difficult. “Can I help you?”, he tries to keep his tone neutral, but the bitterness seeps through anyways. “Is she here?”, the older woman asks quietly. He knows who she’s talking about. He clenches his jaw briefly before nodding. “Yeah, she’s here”, he doesn’t open the door any farther yet, and stands in the doorway as he continues, “Why do you ask?” “Can i see her?”, she asks, and the woman wears an almost sad expression. He hesitates. He doesn’t trust her, not one bit. He doesn’t want to expose her to someone who could possibly hurt her more. “Please”, she says, “I… I miss my babygirl…” He doesn’t want to give in. He wants to protect her but he sees the sadness in her mother’s eyes. It looks genuine and it throws him off and he hesitates, “I don’t know if she wants to see you…” “Then.. can you just.. let her know i stopped by? Tell her to text me?”, the woman offers, almost pleading with him. He looks at her for a moment before nodding slowly, still not trusting her fully but giving in. “Yeah I can do that” “Thank you”, she says, sighing softly, “Please just tell her i love her…” She turns to walk away and Will closes the door.

He turns around and walks into the living room, and notices that she’s sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching the news on tv. He walks over and sits down next to her, and she looks at him, noticing the serious look on his face. “Who was that?”, she asks. He pauses, sighing softly. He doesn’t want to tell her, but she has to know and he can’t hide it from her. He’s torn on what to say. “Baby… that was your mother” Her face blanks for a minute. “She’s here?”, she asks, voice cracking. He nods, reaching over and taking her hand in his, his touch is gentle and soft, and he squeezes her hand for reassurance. “Yeah… she wanted to see you” She can’t stop herself, yanking her hand free, getting up and running to the door, throwing it open to see if her mother was still there. She was. She runs out, barefoot and in her pajama pants and throws her self into a hug with the woman. “Mommy”, she whimpers, tears in her eyes. The woman is taken aback for a second before she hugs her back tightly, holding her close as tears fall from her own eyes. She hugs her just as tight and she presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Oh babygirl I missed you so much” He just stands back, watching as she hugs her mother. A part of him wants to hate her, but he can’t help but see the brokenness in the woman. He sees the way she holds her daughter close and tight, like if she lets go of her for a second, she might never see her again. She pulls away, and the older woman can see the bruise blossomed on her daughter’s cheek and her heart clenches. She touches it with her fingertips, barely touching her skin, and her eyes well up again as she looks at the girl in front of her. “Oh baby…”, she chokes out, knowing exactly how the mark got there. “I’m so sorry he did this to you”, she says. She just shakes her head, eyes still shiny. “It’s okay momma… I’m okay”, but her voice comes out small and broken. She gives her a sad smile, “I just… You know how your father is… this is something he will get over, and he will NEVER do this to you again. I’ll make sure of it”, her mother says, “Just please… give him another chance.. he needs time.” She looks at her mother, tears still in her eyes. Her heart aches, because despite the fact that her father acted the way he did, she loves him and she knows that he doesn’t entirely deserve what’s happening. “Okay…”, she agrees quietly. She hugs her again, holding her mother tightly. Her mother kisses her head again, just trying to hold onto her daughter for a few more minutes. “I love you so much, babygirl. Always know that okay?” “I love you too”, she says. She pulls away again, a sad smile on her face, and shes hesitant but she finally says, “I should probably go. But… we will talk again soon okay?”, she cups one side of her daughter’s face, gently stroking her bruised cheek. She nods, “You’ll call?”, she asks. She nods again, bringing her other hand up to her face so both her hands are cupping her cheeks, looking at her daughter’s eyes. “I promise. I’ll call soon, okay?” “Okay”, she says quietly. She hugs her again, not wanting to pull away, but she forces herself to break away, and she looks at her daughter’s face one more time. “I love you, babygirl” “I love you too momma”, she says. Her mother smiles softly again. She’s tearing up again and she knows if she doesn’t leave soon she’ll start sobbing, so she just whispers one more “i love you” before turning to leave. She turns back to Will, coming back inside. She feels weird. Lighter, but like she still wants to cry. He stands off to the side, still watching her. He feels like he’s seen something intimate and he can’t help the feeling of almost like guilt. He knows this is something he probably shouldve never witnessed but he did. He opens his arms for her to come to him, knowing she probably needs some sort of comfort, and she walks over to him and lets him hold her. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her against him, his chin resting on the top of her head and his hand lightly resting on the small of her back.

Over the next few weeks, her mother comes around more. Calls more. Becomes more involved in her life, just like she was before she got pregnant. She’s missed it. And she absolutely adores Cady Mae. She’s already bought her so many things. Her mother tells her how her father no longer acts like he wants to burn down the entire world when she tells him stories of her and her granddaughters adventures from that day. How he’s getting better. She decides she wants to try again. To talk. She brings Will with her this time, leaving Maemae at home, Mack coming over to watch her. Will holds her hand as they make his way over to their front door and he glances down at her. He’s nervous about this, but he just squeezes her hand in reassurance. He knows she’s nervous and the look in her eyes tells him she is worried about this but she still looks determined and she rings the doorbell. She holds her breath and Will just squeezes her hand. A few seconds later, the door opens, and it’s her father this time, and there’s no hint of anger in his face. He’s completely calm, which throws her off a bit, but he just looks at them, “Y/N… come in” She nods, taking her first step over the threshold, and Will follows behind her as they step inside. They walk into the living room and they sit on a couch across from the chairs that her parents are sitting in. No one says anything. Everyone just sits in silence for a minute or so that seems much longer than it actually is.

They sit down in the living room. The same living room she grew up in. She can see that despite everything, the pictures are still hung up. Ones from every birthday, every award ceremony she’s ever had, her college signing, all of it. Just like it was before everything went to shit. Her heart clenches and her throat feels tight. Her father can’t seem to keep his eyes off of her. He feels so many things. Remorse. Guilt. Love. Regret. He loves her so much and everything he did eats away at him each day, but he stays quiet for now. “I’m sorry”, he says after a long silence. And she thinks it’s one of the only times she’s heard the man apologize. She just looks at him, and she sees the regret and guilt written all over his face, and she feels the same things he does. “What for?”, she asks softly, the words coming out shaky. “Everything. For my behavior before, and for what happened a few weeks ago. I… I never should’ve put my hands on you” He can’t look her in the eye, guilt and shame seeping into every word that comes out of his mouth. He’s ashamed of himself, more than she can know. “Why did you do it?”, she murmurs, her eyes still on her father. She knows there’s no good answer, that there’s no way to justify it, but she still wants to know why. She wants to know what made him lash out. He takes a deep breath, still refusing to look at her. He’s almost scared to meet her gaze, scared of seeing the damage he left behind “There’’s no excuse. I was angry… and I lost my mind and I didn’t control myself. I had a million things going through my head and I just… I acted, and I shouldn’t have. And I regret it more than you can know”, he says. “You can’t just… you can’t just do that… you can’t put your hands on people because you’re angry. You can’t just hurt people to make yourself feel better”, he looks at her, meeting her gaze, and her face is hard, almost like a mother scolding a child. The father-daughter roles are completely reversed, the man feeling so much smaller in this moment. “I know. I know I can’t. I know what I did was not okay”, he takes a deep breath again, eyes still on hers. The guilt he feels is practically palpable and it feels like he’s drowning in it.

She’s silent for a few moments. “I don’t forgive you..”, she says, and there’s a beat. The words hit him like a semi truck and the feeling of guilt floods over him even worse than before and he hangs his head, tears already beginning to well up in his eyes as he nods. “I deserve that”, the words come out shaky, his voice weak and sad. She holds her hand up, the action something he used to whoop her for when she was little. but she isn’t finished talking. “For now. But i want to work on our relationship. And MAYBE, MAYBE if things get better, I will let you be in Maemaes life. I want her to have a grandfather who’s going to love her the way I know you can. The way you loved me growing up.”, she says, and she’s proud of herself for not crying. He nods again, feeling a tiny but of hope when she says that. He wants to be involved so badly. He just wants a relationship with his daughter again. He’s been miserable without her and he knows everything that happened is his fault. But he tries to put on a brave face. “I understand. I accept that. And I’m willing to do anything to make things right with you and to spend time with my granddaughter” She nods. “And you’re going to need to learn to control your temper around her. Even if you’ve done nothing to her, she’s going to be able to feel the negative energy from you. She’s smart like that. She reads people easily” She pauses, “That being said, if you ever put your hands on her… or me… you will never see either of us again.”, her tone is firm. He nods, eyes full of sincerity and he looks his daughter in the eyes again. His voice is still shaky. “I know. I would never hurt her. I swear on everything, I will never lay another hand on you or her.” “You promise?”, she asks, almost desperately. She wants to believe him. He’s her father, and she loves him in spite of everything. “I swear to you, baby girl. I will never ever put my hands on you or your daughter again” He can feel the tears slipping down his cheeks, but he makes no attempt to wipe them away. She’s never seen him cry. She nods. and that’s that. They leave, and she slumps exhaustedly the minute she’s in the car.

Will doesn’t say anything, knowing what she needs is just some quiet right now. As he drives them back home, he reaches out and squeezes her hand, just to give her some reassurance. The ride is mostly spent in silence. She’s staring blankly out the window, her mind still feeling blank from everything. It’s not really an uncomfortable silence, but it’s not entirely comfortable either. it’s just… there. She’s a little out of rhythm from the meeting for the next few days. But she gets back into it. It takes a while, a few months, but her relationship with her parents gets a lot better. They build their trust back up. They’re there to celebrate Cady Mae’s second birthday with them, and they get to finally meet Mack and Toff and all of their other friends. It takes Will a while to shake his resentment for her father, but he does, and they begin to bond. He even takes the step to ask for his permission to propose to her, which he plans on doing soon, having already bought the ring. She notices the change right away. They’re still rocky at first but each time she sees her parents, it’s like the walls are beginning to come down and she starts to feel like she did before, with the family she grew up with. Will gets along great with her parents. He loves being around them, and they love being around him. They love how much he cares for her. He thinks about the ring constantly. It hasn’t left the small box he keeps it in since the moment he bought it, and he can’t wait to give it to her. He has the perfect plan. He’s going to take her to the Monterey Bay aquarium, her favorite place, and one she hasn’t been able to visit in a long while, and he’s going to propose in front of the shark tank. It’s her favorite exhibit after all. He’s nervous. He doesn’t think she’ll say no but he can’t help but be nervous. He wants this to be perfect, and he doesn’t want to mess it up, but he knows his girlfriend well. This is going to mean so much to her, and he knows that she’ll love his choice of location. She has no idea. She keeps wondering why he’s been so weird lately. It’s not bad or anything, but she can tell he’s hiding something and its driving her crazy. She keeps looking at him but he won’t give anything away. He just keeps smiling at her and telling her he has a surprise for her soon. She gasps, jumping around excitedly when he shows her the tickets. She figures that’s the surprise. She always talks about the aquarium, hell even her lock and homescreen and her phone case, and her background in her laptop are different variations of sea creatures. Marine Biology was her dream, though she didn’t get to continue that since she got pregnant. But she thinks she’s happier with her life the way it is right now.

On the day they go, Will is the one who packs the stroller for Mae. She’s a little bit bigger than the last time they used it, but they both know a two year old on her feet will be hard to keep up with, and that she isn’t going to want to walk the whole time and one of them will have to end up carrying her. She’s so excited. She can’t stand it. She feels like shes about to burst. She just wants to get there. He takes her hand and helps her out of the car, and they unload the stroller and get it set up. They get Maemae into the stroller, not blocking her in, and she’s already waving at everything and babbling about the things she sees. When they get there, she’s elated to find that Mack is there too, along with Toff and Cat. Mack and Toff both greet them as they’re just walking in. Mack hugs her happily and ruffles her hair, even though he knows she hates it, while Toff scoops up Mae. “There's my favorite little girl”, he coos. They walk through all the different exhibits. Cat, being the angel she is, offers to push her stroller while Toff carries Mae around and talks to her and Mack about the different fishes. She on the other hand, its rattling Wills ear off with facts about every animal she sees when she knows them. They reach the shark tunnel and the other three hang back towards the entrance. Her and Will walk towards the middle, her not clocking the fact that the others have stopped, nor that Cat has pulled out her camera to record and take pictures. She stares in awe above her as different kinds of sharks swim by.

Will’s heart is pounding. He’s been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. He smiles as she looks up at all the sharks, watching her eyes glimmer in the light of them. She looks so beautiful right now. She’s never looked more beautiful to him. He takes a deep breath, getting her attention “Y/N”, he says softly. She looks at him, her eyes shining. This is the happiest she’s looked in a long while. He takes her hand in his, his other hand slipping into his pocket. He’s trying to get his mind to focus and get rid of all the nerves running through him, but all he can think about is how badly he doesn’t want to screw this up. He just wants everything to be perfect for her, she deserves it. “Come here”, he murmurs, gently pulling her to him. There are other people around, and usually she hates PDA, but he’s made her so happy that she lets him anyways. He gently pushes her hair behind her ear, letting his hand cup her cheek. Just as gently he guides her to look at him, and at this point his heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest and his palms are sweaty. He takes a shaky breath, trying to get rid of the nerves as best as he can, but she’s looking at him with those beautiful eyes of hers and God. She’s a little confused. She can feel the shakiness in his hands against her face, she can see the slight tremble in his jaw, and it’s a little bit strange. She’s seen him shy or nervous on occasion, but this is different. He’s practically shaking, and she’s never seen him like this before. “Are you okay? Are you sick?”, she asks worriedly. He lets out a shaky laugh for a moment, and he smiles weakly. “No, baby I’m okay… I just…” He’s not even sure what to say. He’s stumbling over every single word.

It’s starting to freak her out a little bit. He seems extremely nervous about something and she has no idea why. She’s trying to figure out what it could be, and she’s wracking her brain for some sort of answer, for anything at all to explain this, but she just can’t think of anything. Another shaky laugh escapes his lips, and he can feel his heartbeat in his ears. He wants to say so many things to her. He wants to tell her how beautiful she is, and how he would die for her. He wants to tell her that she’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him. He wants to say a million things but he can’t seem to say any of it, words seem like such a foreign thing at this point. She can’t help but worry now. Is something actually wrong with him? Why can’t he seem to find his words? She’s never seen him like this, and the longer she just looks at him, the more nervous she’s getting and the more questions she has. And he’s just standing there, silently and awkwardly, and she can feel her stomach twist. He’s staring into her face and he can feel the worry, the concern, the fear coming off of her in waves. God, he needs to say something, he just needs to say something. “Y/N…”, he says again, trying to make some sort of coherent sentence, but he feels tongue-tied. God she’s so gorgeous. This can’t be happening at a better time, with the beautiful lights of the aquarium illuminating her face and making her look like an actual goddamn angel. Why does this have to be so hard? She’s still standing close to him, practically pressed up against him, and people are starting to stare at them, she can feel their eyes. His face flushes a bit. This was not the time to get distracted, this was the time where he needed to be on it. But she was so close to him and she was so beautiful and it was taking all of his willpower to concentrate himself. He takes a shaky breath, looking down at her. His hand is still holding her face and he lets his thumb brush gently against her skin, “Just listen to me for a minute okay?” “Okay?”, she says, her tone weary.

He takes another breath, trying to keep himself together as he continues to look into her eyes, his thumb brushing her cheek again. “I… I don’t know what to say, or how to say it, but I’m gonna try my best”, he murmurs, his heart pounding harder and harder in his chest. Her heart is hammering now, and she can feel herself getting anxious and nervous. What is this? Why isn’t he acting right? It’s making all the what if situations flood her head, each one worst than the next. He can feel it, the concern and nervousness growing in her, and he can see it on her face, and he knows he needs to do this now. He takes a deep, shaky breath, clearing his throat a bit. “When you came into my life… it was like a whole new world opened up. You completely changed me, entirely… And I have never known happiness like this before, and I don’t think I’d be able to live normally if I were to lose that happiness” She can’t help the feeling of her heart melting a bit right now. He’s looking at her with so much intensity and love and all the air seems to have left her lungs and oh God is this what she thinks it is. He takes another shaky breath, unable to pull his eyes away from her gaze, and he can feel himself starting to crack. “Ever since I met you I knew there was something different about you. I knew I needed to get to know you, and be with you and you were unlike anyone I had ever met before. Hell, you… you made me fall in love with you”, he says, voice thick with emotion. “And then”, he says, “I met Cady Mae, and I fell in love with her too.”

She can feel tears welling up in her eyes immediately. And she knows where this is going, knows what this is, and her heart feels like it’s going to beat out of her chest. He swallows thickly, taking one of her hands and wrapping his fingers around hers. He’s shaking, but he’s managed to keep himself, mostly, together, and he’s amazed his hands aren’t trembling more than they are. “And now I look at my life, and I see you, and I see our beautiful daughter, and you two are the best things to ever happen to me. I…”, he squeezes her hand again, looking down at her hand in his. “I want to spend the rest of my life with both of you. I don’t want to imagine living without you” She almost sobs as he says “our daughter”. To know he thinks of her little girl in that way, without even being biologically related to her, it causes something to surge in her chest. He takes another deep, shaky breath, unable to stop looking down at their hands, his fingers squeezing hers. He takes another deep breath, finally bringing his eyes back up to her face. It’s difficult for him to continue, because it’s almost like she’s glowing. He squeezes her hand again, and he holds eye contact with her as he asks. “Baby…”, he says as he pulls the box out of his pocket and drops down to one knee. The second her eyes find the box, a gasp escapes her and her hand flies over her mouth. She knew this is what was happening, but actually seeing it now was something else. Something in her chest feels tight, a feeling so warm and intense it physically feels like something pulling at her heart.

He feels like he might cry, just from the look on her face. He can feel people start to gather behind them, and he knows Mack is taking pictures, and a few people are whispering around them, but all he can focus on is her, and the way she’s looking down at him and at the open box. She’s fighting tears as she looks down at him, her hand still over her mouth, and she’s almost afraid to say anything, afraid it’s all just a mistake, or one of her stupid ass day dreams, but she can feel his hand shaking in hers and she knows it’s not a dream. That this is real, and it’s happening. He takes one more shaky breath, before the words finally leave his mouth, “I love you so goddamn much. I always have, and I always will. I would do anything for you, and I don’t want to spend a single second of my life without you. You… you and our daughter”, he says softly, and she feels the tears fall from her eyes without control, but she’s still looking at him. “Y/N, will you marry me?” She can’t help the sob that comes out of her mouth as she nods her head. “Yes Will, yes”, she says.

The second the world “yes” leaves her mouth he’s standing up, pulling her close to him, the box gripped tightly in his hand. He’s already feeling the tears forming, blurring his vision and he buries his face in her neck as he tightens his hold on her, his arms wrapping so tight around her that he’s pretty sure nothing could pull them apart. She cries into his shoulder. she’s so happy. and the people around them clap, Macklin and toff cheering as cat smiles at them, all watching as they pull away and Will slips the ring onto her finger. He pulls away from her just slightly, just enough to look at her face. He’s crying now, the happiest he could possibly be, tears running down his face, and he’s looking at her like she’s the best thing in the world. He cups her face gently, his hands shaking just a little bit, and he’s just looking at her. “You’re mine now”, he whispers. She smiles brightly, bringing him closer and kissing him sweetly. Maemae, ever the angel, is clapping loudly, even after everyone has stopped, no doubt only starting because everyone else was and then she discovered how fun it is to make noise in quiet places. The whole situation is just perfect. He loves her, he loves their daughter, and she just agreed to marry him. He is the absolute happiest he possibly could be right now, and his heart feels like it might explode. He can hear their friends all congratulating them, and he takes this time to pick up Maemae and hold her against him.

She’s in absolute heaven right now. She knows that her friends are happy for her, and her family will be too, and that her daughter is so very happy. She smiles and she laughs softly as Will picks their daughter up and holds her close, pressing kisses to the top of her head over and over, his daughter, his little girl, and it’s so overwhelming and she can’t even remember how she got this lucky. Shes almost scared she’s going to wake up and it will all vanish, and she’ll be back in her cold dorm room, positive pregnancy test in hand. He presses a kiss to her forehead, then another, and another, all over her face, and he smiles, his eyes still wet with tears. He’s holding their daughter, his daughter, in one arm, and his fiancé in the other, and he feels like it’s all just too perfect to be real. They go throughout the rest of the aquarium. They get to the gift shop and she buys two shark plushies, claiming “I have to get one at every aquarium I go to. The other one is for MaeMae” but Will knows the truth. They walk out of the gift shops and walk back over to their friends. Will takes her hand in his, the one that’s now sporting a ring, and squeezes it gently. He holds their daughter against him, his arm tight around her, and all of their friends are smiling and congratulating them. Mack is already begging to know when the wedding will be, and Toff is grinning, watching the two of them with their daughter. She laughs softly at her friend’s excitement. She’s practically glowing and smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, but she’s so happy she doesn’t even care. She’s engaged. She actually gets to marry the man holding her in his free arm, and she never thought she could be this lucky.

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a/n; ayo what? i think this is longer than the final paper i wrote for my bio class this year… As always, this is written based off of one of my c.ai chats. Requests are open, and Feedback is greatly appreciated! Love you guys, and special thank you to anyone who read all of that…

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⋆˚꩜｡ 「 ᢉ𐭩 roses in a vase 」

pairing > hyunjin x reader

summary > you learn to paint with hyunjin helping!

warnings > none

wc > 800

authors note ᢉ𐭩 > finally here’s hyunjin🥀 i didn’t have any ideas on what to write butttttt here we are!! hope you guys enjoy

Art had always caught your eye. Something about it, drew you in. The paint brush streaks, the lines of paint. What all a painting could tell just by a few strokes.

You always wanted to get into it, learn how to work a brush. You tried, but never really got past the brush touching the canvas.

There was this one account on instagram that popped up on your feed. @hyuneart. It was a painting of roses in a vase. Your eyes widened at how beautiful it was. You quickly pressed on the profile, liking all the posts without realizing it.

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The next day you grabbed your phone, crust still in your eyes. You looked through your notifications, one sticking out to you.

An instagram dm, from @hyuneart.

You quickly sat up, rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes and making sure you were seeing right.

You hesitated before opening it. Taking a deep breath and clicking on the message.

“Like my paintings?”

You let out the breath after reading the text. You shook your head in disbelief. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before responding.

“Uhm, yes, actually. I really do. They’re very beautiful.” It all finally started to come back to you where you liked all of the pictures on that feed.

“I’ve been meaning to get into it, but i just never can.” You groaned as your memory came back to you. After a minute or two your phone buzzed again. Another dm.

“If you want, i could always help. You could always send me a text if you have a question. @hynjinnnn” After that the account went offline. You pressed on the account he had mentioned, it must’ve been him. You pressed the follow button and scrolled through his feed.

He seemed famous, his whole energy was just glamorous. There was no way that small artist account, was him.

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Soon enough you two started talking more. You would always ask him about your painting questions. There would be painting facetimes where he would walk you through anything and everything.

Some meetups, some art shop trips.

You had fun. Hyunjin was fun. And he made this whole painting thing fun for you. It didn’t seem so hard with Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was going over to yours to show you something new he had painted and hopefully teach you how to paint it as well.

You had been working on this one painting for a while. Perfecting every line and stroke. Making sure it was perfect, perfect enough to show to Hyunjin.

It wasn’t nothing big. It was some roses in a vase, much like the first one you ever saw of his.

There was paint everywhere. All over your face and hands and clothes. Hair tied messily up in a bun, still sitting in front of the canvas when you heard a knock on the door. You quickly stood up and ran to the door. Opening to see Hyunjin with his art case, smiling softly. You greeted him and nudged him inside.

Hyunjin sat himself on your couch, putting his case on the coffee table. You two talked for a second before he noticed the paint all over you. He chuckled. “Have you been painting?”

You smiled big, nodding. You popped your lips and pointed. “I’ll be right back.” You quickly ran off to your room. Going to grab the canvas. You stared at it for a second, making sure everything was perfect. You picked it up, yelling from your bedroom.

“Close your eyes!!”

You heard a soft chuckle from your living room and packed the canvas to the other room. It wasn’t that big so it wasn’t that heavy. You put it behind you, a small smile still on your face. “Okay..open!”

You moved the canvas in front of you. Hyunjin opened his eyes quickly. He scanned over the canvas, his eyes lighting up. He looked back up at you.

“Did you paint this?” He asked, almost breathlessly.

You nodded again. Your teeth popping out of your smile now. You popped your head out from the canvas. “Surprise!!” You exclaimed.

“Do you like it? I wanted to make it look like the first painting of yours i saw. I’ve been working on it a while.” You looked back at Hyunjin. Trying to understand what he thought just by looking at him.

“I love it. It’s amazing. You’re learning so much Y/n. You’re almost better than me.” You chuckled and sat the canvas down, resting it on the coffee table and went to join Hyunjin on the couch.

You two laughed and talked about painting and everything else you two could talk about. You never would’ve thought you actually would’ve got into painting like this, but you were glad you did. And now you have your muse.

authors note ᢉ𐭩 > wooooo that one done. i lowkey love this omg but its kind of rushed so ntm please💔

ps: if anyone did this first fullll creds to them