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nanaslutt · 3 months
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HATE SEX WITH GETO PLEASE 😭😭🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
contains: fem reader, spanking, choking, manhandling, hate fucking, rough sex, dirty talk, cheating, spanking, bathroom sex, angst w/ no comfort, proceed with caution :3
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Just thinking about hate sex with ex-boyfriend Geto. You received a video from an unknown number a couple months ago of your boyfriend at the club, big arms slung around two pretty girls as one ground on him under the flashing lights and blaring music of the club. The video was short, but it was all you needed to see. You forwarded the video to Geto, captioned with the words, "fuck you."
The night he went out he told you he was having a guy's night out with Gojo, so imagine your surprise when you woke up to him acting like a whore in public. You still did never find out who sent you that video. Geto spent days blowing up your phone, using your mutual friends to try and talk to you, even going as far to show up to your house, but you rejected all of his advances.
After about a month and a half, when things had calmed down and it was evident to the both of you that your relationship was well over, you finally started going out again. The reason it took you so long? The two of you were in the same friend group. There's a reason they say to date outside of your circle, for situations exactly like this.
Your big debut back into your circle of friends was a night out clubbing. Gojo, Shoko, Utahime, and Nanami were sitting on the plush cushions around you. The only reason you agreed to go out with them tonight was because Shoko had promised Geto wouldn't be there, saying he was stuck at work. Truthfully though, Shoko had missed you so much in the group outings, that she would've found a way to drag you out of the house even if Geto was going to be there.
"This is nice, I'll admit. I missed you guys." You said, working on your second cocktail of the night. Drinks always tasted better when Gojo paid. "Awww~ I don't know how you went so long without seeing me, honestly~" Gojo teased, ruffling your hair in the process. You swatted his hand away, fixing your hair while you shot him a nasty side-eye. "Us, he meant US." Utahime corrected, placing her hand on your knee while also shooting daggers at Gojo.
Gojo stuck out his tongue at Utahime, crossing his legs as he leaned back into the cushions, his arms spreading out behind you and Nanami on the top of the couch. "It's true though, it's nice having you here," Nanami added a light blush dusting on his face from how many drinks he had already downed; he must not have work tomorrow. "Thank you Nanami." you smiled at him before leaning back, crossing your legs over one another, your short black dress riding up your thighs slightly in the process.
"I've been so pent up all month, this feels so good." You giggled, tipping your head over as you directed your words to the girls. "Yeah? I know how you can feel even better." Shoko smirked, sipping on her straight vodka. Utahime smiled giddily, leaning her body forward in interest as she also waited for Shoko to speak. "Blondie over there at the bar has been eyeing you up since we got here, go talk to him." She nudged, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
You have been wound up in more ways than one since you and Geto had broken up. He always dicked you down so good, you would miss that. Who knows though, maybe blondie with the nice jawline and pretty face would give you good pipe in the bathroom. You eye him up, biting your lip as you dragged your eyes over his sturdy frame, only noticing he had been watching you oogle him like a slab of meat the whole time when you went to rake your eyes over his handsome face. He smiled, his dimples showing themselves as they dug into his cheeks, fuck he was hot. This was the perfect guy to use to get over Geto, screw that cheater.
"Oh shitt~ Look at them eye fucking each other~ Haha!" Gojo laughed, sipping on his sweet, non-alcoholic, bright pink drink. You turned your head to smirk at Gojo before you placed your hand on his shoulder and used it to push yourself off the seat. "You're really going for it?" Shoko asked incredulously, giggling behind your hand as you smoothed out your dress. "Why not? I'm horny and single, and a hot man is looking at me like I'm the hottest woman he's ever laid eyes on." You said, smiling down at your friends.
"That's because you are," Shoko added, grabbing your thigh for leverage she spun you around to face the man behind you sitting on the barstools, waiting for you to approach him. "I would be jealous If I liked men, he's a cutie." She laughed to Utahime as she watched you take a deep breath and walk off toward the man.
You walked through the club with confidence, a heartbeat already forming behind your panties as you got closer and closer, watching the way he eyed up your body as you walked. "Friends talked some sense into you, huh?" The man spoke when you got within ear shot. You took the seat next to him, plopping down on the barstool you spun the seat around to face him, your legs slotting together with one another as you placed your heel-clad feet on the bottom of his barstool.
His eyes darted down to your legs, watching you insert yourself into his space with confidence. "Too shy to come up to me yourself?" You asked, placing your hand on his knee as you rubbed circles against his pants, making him swallow the lump in his throat, feeling the heat rise to his face with how bold you were being. "You kidding? Those guys you're with are fucking repellent. Didn't know if you were with one of them or not." He laughed, taking a sip of his drink to ease his nerves.
"But you were watching me anyways?" You teased, keeping your eyes locked onto his. He took in a deep breath, pressing his lips together as before he spoke. "You have no idea what you look like, huh?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. "Who wouldn't be able to resist looking at someone like you?" His words sent shivers down your spine, you needed to get him in a bathroom stall with you hours ago. As the two of you continued flirting with one another, eyefucking each other as you sipped on your respective drinks, someone unexpected entered the club.
"Heyy." Geto's voice echoed into your friend's ears. The dark-haired man was half up, half down in his signature bun, one hand tucked into his pocket while his other was held up in front of him, waving to his friends. "Hey troublemaker~" Gojo smiled largely. Shoko groaned along with Utahime. "Thought you couldn't make it?" Nanami asked as he slid in next to him on the couch, spreading his long legs out on the cushions as he took Nanami's drink from him, taking a gulp.
"Got off early, thought I might come by." He responded, laughing when a drunk Nanami snatched his drink back from Geto, muttering to order his own drink. "Come by my ass, you work on the other side of town." Shoko laughed incredulously, adding that you were not going to be very happy. "She's here?" Geto asked, his demeanor immediately perking up. Shoko looked to Utahime knowingly before she looked back to Geto, hissing air in through her teeth.
"Yes cheater~ Of course she's here, and she's about to score by the looks of it." Shoko laughed, making Gojo whistle as he dragged his gaze to you, watching you pull your head back from the whispering something in the mans ear before his lips moved, head moving in tandem as you slid off of the barstool, taking his larger hand in his as you dragged him away from the seat, making him place his drink down on the bar top, abandoning it as you dragged him away to the bathroom.
Geto had just watched the entire scene unfold in front of him that the rest of them had seen. Of course, Geto had come here for you. Shoko was right, he worked almost half an hour away from the club, he was exhausted from work but when he saw you say in the group chat you were going to be here, he knew he had to make a detour. He knew he fucked up when he lied to you about going to the club, but truthfully he had done nothing more than let a couple girls fawn over him, grinding on him while they peppered kisses on his cheeks, never coming close to his mouth.
He still loved you, of course, he did, but you had been adamant about not seeing him at all for almost two months. He hadn't really given up, he would never give up on trying to get you back, he just figured maybe a little break and letting you calm down would lead you back to him. Clearly, he was wrong as he watched you maneuver your way through the crowd, dragging some man you met five minutes prior away to fuck, looking good as all hell.
He grits his teeth, pressing his feet firmly on the floor Geto was on the move in a heartbeat, no one could stop him. "Oh look what you did." Nanami huffed, looking at Shoko. "She's gonna be fucking pissed you know." Shoko's jaw was on the floor. She severely underestimated the amount of balls Suguru Geto had. "How the fuck was I supposed to know he was gonna go chase after her???" She said, looking at him with an expression that almost resembled horror, making Gojo laugh his ass off between them.
Once you made it to the secluded corner of the club just outside the bathrooms, you spun your body around, wrapping your arms around the man. "You wanna fuck me?" You whispered into his ear, feeling his large hands wrap around your waist, his knee sliding between your legs. He groaned at your words, staring between your lips and your pretty eyes as you bit your lip at him, "Fuck yeah, pretty girl." He smiled, shaking his head as he leaned in for a kiss.
You closed your eyes, waiting for a sensation against your lips that never came. Your eyes shot open when he yelled out an exasperated "Hey! What the fuck!" His lips loosened on your waist as he was dragged away from you by a strong grip on his hair. "Geto?!" You yelled, spinning your body to look at him, your body heating up with rage combined with the neglect of pleasure. "Who the fuck are you?!" The blond-haired man yelled, trying to grip Geto's wrist to make him release the hold he had on his hair.
"Her boyfriend." He deadpanned, throwing him in the direction of the club as he reached his hand over your head, pushing the door open behind you, forcing you into the small bathroom with his large frame, leaving you no time to refute. "I didn't know man, fuck!" The man's voice was cut off as the bathroom door shut behind the two of you, Geto's hand coming down to lock the door, leaving you alone in the personal bathroom.
"What the fuck are you doing?" You asked, shoving his chest back, Geto not even moving a muscle as his jaw muscles bulged out under the weight of his clenching teeth, his dark eyes watching you fume. "What the fuck were you doing?" Geto responded, walking toward you slowly, making you step back unconsciously, trying to keep some distance between the two of you. "Why is that any of your fucking business?" You spat, almost laughing at his audacity.
"We never officially broke up." Geto retorted, clenching his fists by his sides. "Oh! Oho!" You laughed, "Excuse me, allow me to make it official for you, we are fucking done." You dug your nail into his chest, squinting your eyes as you looked into his, your tall heels making you feel more confident as your height difference wasn't as dramatic now. "Thought I made it pretty fucking clear when I didn't respond to you for almost two months, but you always were pretty dense." You huffed, backing away from him once you got your point across.
"Were you just trying to get even with me? Huh? Thought fucking some random guy in the club like a slut would make you feel better about yourself?" He yelled, continuing to walk toward you until your back hit the wall, making you jolt, you hadn't even realized you were walking backward. "The fuck did you call me?" You asked, scrunching your eyebrows together. "You're such a fucking hypocrite, acting like that wasn't exactly what you did to me." You laughed again. You felt like you were going crazy, why was he acting like you were the one in the wrong here?
"I never fucked them! Never! Maybe if you answered my fucking calls or looked at my texts you would know that!" He shouted, getting in your face. You shook your head, looking at him with disdain. "Oh, because letting girls dry hump you is so much fucking better, right?" You yelled back, the ghost of a smile gracing your features, you were so done with him.
"God you really are the worst." You spat, your eyes shooting daggers into his own. "How the fuck are you gonna make up for scaring that guy off, huh?" You asked, tilting your head at him, making his eyes lock onto yours once more. Geto cocked his head at you, clearly uncomfortable with you mentioning the blonde stranger, knowing damn well you meant you were going to fuck him, and now you were left dry.
You scoffed, "What? Don't like the thought of me getting off on someone else's cock? Moaning someone else's name? Huh? That shit make you mad?" You got in his face, keeping your squinted eyes on his dark ones. Geto doesn't know what came over him, but he couldn't stand to hear you talk anymore. His lips were on yours, swallowing your surprised moans, immediately slipping his tongue into your mouth, crushing his jaw into yours, your head bumping into the wall behind you.
You were still mad as hell, but his lips felt so familiar, your arousal crept up through the cracks of your irritation and made you kiss him back harder, fighting him for dominance. His hand came to grab your throat, squeezing harshly, his fingers digging into your delicate skin, making you whine into the kiss. He was never this rough with you, and you were loving it.
He pulled back, his free hand coming down to undo his belt quickly, pulling the leather through the loops as he threw it somewhere on the floor of the filthy bathroom floor, "Don't you ever talk about someone else fucking you in front of me." He growled, squeezing your throat to emphasize his words, You smiled through the lack of oxygen, little black dots clouding your vision, but you still felt the need to fight back. "Fuck you." You whispered.
Geto spun you around in one swift movement, making you face the wall, your hands coming to brace against the brick as you felt him lift your skirt over the curve of your ass, your panties being roughly yanked down midway on your thighs. Everything was happening so quickly, the adrenaline pumping through your veins only fueling your arousal. You knew this was not a good idea, but your body was too weak to Geto.
Geto shook his head as his eyes came into contact with your dripping pussy. He bit his lip between his teeth, pulling his cock out through his pants as he gave himself a couple rough strokes, his hand sliding down to your ass as he rubbed his thumb through your folds, spreading them and rubbing your wetness around before he dipped the digit into your hole, slowly pumping in and out. He was absolutely fuming at the thought of you giving this to someone else, he wondered if you had in the time you haven't been talking.
"You this wet from that fucking loser, or from me yelling at you?" Geto asked, pulling his thumb back to leave a rough smirk on your ass, pushing his hips forward as he rubbed his tip along your folds, getting his cock slick with your juices. "You're so full of yourself, shoulda seen the way he was touching me under the table." You giggled, turning your head to the side to look at him. You kept your words vague on purpose to piss Geto off. He had been touching you under the table, but only your thigh.
"You fucking slut." Geto grit through his teeth, his hand coming to grip the back of your neck, his fingers pinching your skin with how hard he was gripping you. "And you still wanna fuck me." You laughed, the noise getting cut short when he pushed his cock into you all at once with zero warning, keeping his balls pressed to your ass as he let his cock throb inside your walls still, his back pressing agaisnt your chest as he leaned into your ear, his deep voice whispering, "That's enough out of you." His voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine.
"Fuck!" you yelled when he pulled his hips back before he bullied his cock back into your unprepped walls, stretching you open as he meanly fucked you against the wall. "Shit- Think he could fuck you better than me? Huh?" Geto asked, leaning back as he pressed the back of your neck into the wall, his other hand holding under your hip as he held you in an arch, the pace of his hips making your knees squeeze together, bending slightly at the stimulation.
You brought one of your hands down between your thighs to rub little circles into your clit, your eyes crossing at the feeling. Geto must have felt how tight you got because he groaned through his teeth, his hand leaving your hip for a moment to come down to leave a harsh smack on your ass. "Fuck- I don't know, heh- If you didn't interrupt me I w-would've found out. He shook his head, smiling through the malice he felt coursing through his veins. "You're such a fucking brat." Smack, "Just sayin' that shit to get me worked up so I'll fuck you like the whore you are."
You wanted to hit him back every time he slapped your ass. Sure, it felt good, but you knew he was trying to put you in your place, so the action made a vein pop out on your forehead. You were so glad he couldn't see your face right now. Your words might've been sharp and snarky, but your face was flushed red and your eyes were rolling back in your head every time his fat cock thrust right against your sweet spot deep inside you, the one only he could reach. "I-I hate you-" You moaned out between his mean thrusts.
You heard him coo in response, his hand leaning the back of your neck so he could grip your waist with both hands and yank you back on his cock harder, fucking whines from your lips. "Don't talk to me like that baby, hurts my feelings~" Geto retorted, his jaw dropping in a small o when you rubbed your clit harder at his words, making your hole clench around him so tightly it felt like you were trying to milk him of all he was worth.
"Would you really be squeezing me this tight if you hated me? Hmm?" He teased, practically slamming your ass back on his pelvis, loud squelching noises bouncing off the walls. Thank god you were in this loud-ass club or everyone would know exactly what was going on, not like you really cared. "Shut up and fuck m-me." You responded curtly, closing your eyes as you tried to focus on reaching your high, timing your finger rubbing circles against your clit with his thrusts inside you.
"That's what I'm doing, dumb s-slut." Geto groaned, dropping his gaze to where the two of you were connected, feeling a warmth in his stomach bloom at the white ring of cum that had formed around the base of his dick. "Godd pussy is fucking milking me- you cant survive without me, need me- need this dick." Geto spoke between rough thrusts, his own words working himself up as he felt his high creep over him.
You grit your teeth at his words, moans spilling from your lips without your permission. He was fucking the shit out of you, you don't think he's ever been so rough before. His words, his hips, his hands, all of it, so fucking rough, and it was quickly working you up to your orgasm. You were too overwhelmed, tears started forming in your eyes with all of the stimulation and emotion you were feeling. He was hammering into your g-spot, making your legs shake uncontrollably.
"God- fuck- Gonna make me cum inside my pussy, my fucking pussy-" Geto babbled, shaking his head as he tried to get a peek at your face, noticing how you had bitten your lip between your teeth, tears streaming down your face. "Fuck, you crying? Feels that good?" He laughed. You didn't want him to know how good you were feeling, didn't want him to know his words were true; you couldn't live without him or his dick. His cock alone was literally fucking tears out of your eyes, it was so intense.
"Not gonna speak huh? Fine, stay quiet then." Your ex-boyfriend huffed, looking down at your pussy stretched around his girth as he fucked himself to his orgasm, you close behind him. "Shit- shit I'm coming- take it baby fu-ck~" Geto groaned, leaning over your back, burring his face into your neck. You felt his teeth dig into your neck when you felt the first rope of his warm seed shoot inside you, making your orgasm crash over you.
The two of you rode your highs out together, Geto's hips weakly and unceremoniously thrusting into your sopping cunt, working you through your orgasms. Geto jerked against your body, his strong hands wrapping around your torso as he kept you pressed against him, unloading his cum into your abused pussy. You whimpered into the wall, feeling his teeth leave your neck when he started coming down from his high, his face keeping its place in your neck.
The two of you stayed quiet for a while, relishing in the silence save for the dull booming of the club music echoing through the walls of the bathroom. Geto's hands were petting the skin of your hips, and for just a moment, you let yourself think everything was okay, losing yourself in the feeling; until he spoke. "I am sorry you know. So fucking sorry." He whispered into your neck, not daring to move.
You heaved out a sigh, pushing his arms off of you. You reached behind you and pushed his pelvis back, wincing in overstimulation when his softened cock slid out of your walls, his cum chasing after him, making your face scrunch at the uncomfortable feeling. "That wasn't what this was." You responded coldly. Bending down you pulled your panties up, keeping his cum snug inside you.
You turned around to watch him open your mouth, to which you held your hand up, stopping him; amazed when he actually listened. You pushed past him, bumping his shoulder in the process. Without another word, you unlocked the bathroom door and on shaky legs, left the small room and out into the nightclub to find Shoko and Utahime and get the hell out of there. Geto sighed deeply, tipping his head back as he stared at the ceiling before he closed his eyes, feeling the remorse wash over him, "fuck."
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idyllic-ghost · 1 month
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Hi Bee! I've been thinking about Jeonghan too much recently- and then I read your Minghao getting sick with reader fic and I just... Tell me Jeonghan wouldn't be wo whiny while being sick😭 Could you write something about Jeonghan being sick and making a big fuzz about reader needing to take care of him?
Can't wait for the Mingyu fic!💜
title: sick-day soup pairing: jeonghan x reader genre: fluff warnings: discussions of sickness (cold), mentions of food wordcount: 1.7k taglist:@enhacolor, @shuabby1994, @junhui-recs, @dkakapizzaboy, @just-here-to-read-01, @loviehan, @userjunhuii, @novalpha, @bubblymoon, @aaniag
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The buzzing of your phone on your nightstand woke you up. It was pitch dark except for the blue light from the device - lighting up a small space around it. With an annoyed sigh, you picked it up and looked at the caller ID. Hannie. A name that you so lovingly called out every time you got to see him. A name that you now wanted to curse. You had barely heard from him all day and had the gall to call you at two in the morning. Hesitating for just a second, you eventually picked up - hoping for his sake that it was just a butt dial.
"What?" you croaked.
"Baby..." Jeonghan whined, his voice was hoarse. "I know it's late, I'm sorry... but can you come over?"
"I'm not going to come over at two in the morning to have sex with you." You groaned and put your arm over your eyes as if you could shield yourself from the rest of the world that way.
"Y/N, I'm sick." He coughed to emphasize his words. "I need your help."
"My help? How?"
"Soup..."
You guffawed, sitting up in your bed. Even when he annoyed you, Jeonghan could still make you smile. It somehow made you even more annoyed.
"You want me to make you soup?"
"I have the ingredients, just not the energy." He cleared his throat. "I know I've barely talked to you all day, and I'm sorry... I woke up with this awful cold, I've barely been out of bed all day."
You couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Putting your head in your hand that wasn't holding your phone to your ear, you sighed. Were you about to give in to him once again? Yes.
"I'll be over in a few minutes..."
Unlocking the door with the key Jeonghan had given you some time ago, you walked into the dark apartment. The only light was coming from the kitchen, where a cloaked figure was sitting on one of the chairs by the small dining table. When you closed the door, the sound of the click made the figure turn towards you. Under the dark blanket, Jeonghan's face stuck out. Even from the low light from the ceiling lamp, you could see that he looked sick. In the time it had taken you to kick off your shoes and take off your jacket, Jeonghan had approached you. With the blanket still over his arms, he engulfed you in a hug - wrapping you up in the blanket as well.
"Thank you for coming," he mumbled into your ear.
"You owe me," you hummed as you patted his back.
"I know." Jeonghan pulled away from you.
"So, what kind of soup have you been trying to make?" You walked around him to get to his kitchen, Jeonghan staying close behind you.
"Just chicken and veggie soup," he said. "I had all the things for it in my fridge, but-"
"No energy." You nodded.
Jeonghan had pulled out a few things from his fridge; vegetables, chicken, and broth. You pulled up your sleeves and went over to the sink to wash your hands. While you were turning the nozzles on, Jeonghan came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your mid-section.
"Thank you, baby." He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.
"Just go rest, Hannie," you muttered. "I'll bring you a bowl when it's ready."
Despite your command, Jeonghan stayed. You didn't tell him to leave, he had made his choice, but as you kept working you found that you didn't mind. Sometimes he stood in a corner, giving you space to cook the chicken and chop the vegetables. However, when you were simply stirring the soup he came up to you. Just like before, he wrapped his arms around your mid-section and buried his head in the crook of your neck.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" you asked.
"I didn't want to bother you," he murmured.
"Asking for help isn't a bother," you said, "unless it's two in the morning, then it's a little different."
"... I'm sorry."
You turned your head over your shoulder, looking at your sick boyfriend with a frown. Usually, he'd joke with you - competing over who could be more sarcastic - but now he was apologetic. He must have been more sick than you thought.
"Hannie, I'm joking," you deadpanned.
"Oh..." He cleared his throat. "You can't joke with me like that when I'm sick. My brain isn't working well."
You scoffed at his whining, going back to stirring the soup until the noodles had softened. Getting loose from his grip, you walked over to his cabinets and got out two bowls. Jeonghan went over to sit by the dining table, and you followed him to put the bowls there. You went back and forth between the table and the cabinets, setting everything up to have a nice meal. Once everything was done, you brought over the pot. Jeonghan clapped his hands slowly under his blanket, his eyes fixated on the soup.
"You really wanted soup, huh?" You picked up his bowl and poured some soup into it with a ladle.
"I've been surviving on whatever leftovers I had in the fridge, and a few ice creams," he explained. "And that's only when I felt like actually getting out of bed."
"Jeonghan..." You sighed. "You really should have called me. I would've helped."
He played around with the spoon in his bowl before bringing the hot soup up to his lips. Hissing at the burn against his lips, he quickly put the spoon down.
"Blow on it first," you warned.
Jeonghan pouted, picking up the spoon again and holding it with the handle towards you - silently asking you to take it. With a sigh, you sat down. You couldn't resist his pout. After pulling the chair closer to him, you take the spoon from his hand and put the spoon in the soup. Sinking the spoon under the surface of the liquid, you watched as it quickly filled up the small surface. You brought the spoon to your lips and blew on it slowly.
"Say 'ahh'," you told him.
He did as you said, opening his mouth until you had put the spoon in. An approving hum came from behind his closed lips as he closed his eyes. You put down his spoon again. When you tried to fill up your own bowl, Jeonghan tapped your shoulder.
"What?" you asked.
He pointed at his open mouth again, and you rolled your eyes... yet still picked up his spoon for a second time. This went on for some time. You eventually got soup in your own bowl and went in between feeding him and feeding yourself.
After cleaning up, and leaving the dishes in the sink for you to take care of in the morning, the two of you went into the bathroom. In silence, you brushed your teeth. Jeonghan had gotten you another toothbrush to keep at his place. He had gotten it without you asking - surprising you with it when you used the lack of a toothbrush to end your stay. He always had something up his sleeve, which you'd usually call annoying but in truth you liked that about him. It was exciting to never know what he might pull. Seeing him like this, dull with big bags under his eyes, was heart-wrenching.
The blanket was still wrapped around him. Although, now it had fallen on his shoulder and you could see the mess of his hair. With his hair getting longer, it needed proper taking care of. Opening one of the cabinets, you quickly found his hairbrush. You beckoned him over, making him crouch down a little. Jeonghan let out a giggle as you began brushing his hair - starting at the ends and working your way up to the crown of his head. It wasn't a difficult task, seeing as Jeonghan kept still. While brushing his hair, you noticed how cold he was despite the sweat on his neck.
"You're really sick, aren't you?" you muttered. "... do you want me to draw you a bath?"
"I could really get used to your pampering..."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
While Jeonghan was in his bath, you went into the bedroom to change his sheets. From time to time, Jeonghan would whine and you'd come into the bathroom to help him with something; helping him wash his back, bringing him a glass of water, and anything else that he needed. Eventually, you brought him in a change of clothes and brought him new towels to dry off with. As soon as he was out of the bathroom, you got him into the newly made bed. You pulled the covers over him and sat down next to him, putting your hand on his forehead.
"Still warm," you mumbled and tried to remove your hand, but Jeonghan started whining.
"It's nice," he murmured. "Your hand is cold."
"I could get you something to put on your forehead if-"
"No, this is good," he assured you.
"Hannie." You sighed. "I have to leave sometime."
Jeonghan looked up at you with eyes that could kill. That you would even dare suggest that you'd leave him in this condition! The gall!
"You need rest. I'm just going to sleep on your couch, I'll be with you in the morning," you explained, but he still didn't look happy.
"Sleep here." He patted on the spot next to him.
"I can't-"
"What if I need your help in the middle of the night?"
"You won't-"
"What if I have a fever-induced nightmare?"
"Jeonghan-"
"Just stay."
"... what if I get sick?" you questioned. "We can't both be sick."
"I'll be better by then. Then I can take care of you," he said matter-of-fact.
With a big sigh, you walked around the bed and got in next to him. He snuggled up against you, putting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. The smell of his shampoo caused all of your muscles to relax.
"Thank you for coming over." Jeonghan yawned. "And for making me soup."
You hummed in response, as you began playing with his hair. The two of you stayed like that until you could hear Jeonghan's soft snores. After that, you could comfortably fall asleep.
The next morning you woke up with a sore throat and unwavering defiance towards doing the dishes. However, seeing as Jeonghan had started feeling a little better, the two of you got through it together... and then, just as you had expected, it was time for him to play nurse.
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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.
—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa
—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut
—word count: 3.6k
—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, surprise bday party for oc!!, but another day of seonghwa getting on yunho's [everyone's] nerves, yunho is fucking cute 😭 they are fucking cute ok!!, alcohol consumption/intoxication, kisses, making out, shower smut scene (not super descriptive), more angry protective yunho comes in the next update i promise!
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"I'm so sorry, babe. I know it's your birthday, but I have to take care of this family thing really quickly." Chaery whines over the phone. "I'll be back before it hits midnight, and we can have our own little celebration, okay? Just me, you and the boys. Enjoy your day with Yunho for now, please." You sigh heavily, bummed that your bestfriend wouldn't be around until later.
"Okay."
"I'll be there, I promise."
"Okay, Chaery." You fiddle with the hem of Yunho's sheets.
"I love you! I have to go and take care of this so that I can come back sooner!"
"I love you, too." You respond, ending the call. You silently sit criss-crossed on Yunho's bed, staring at the phone now sitting below you. Yunho walks in just as he's hopped out the shower, immediately keeping you company while you sulk and pout to yourself.
"Why the long face, princess?"
"I'm just bummed I won't get to see my friends until right before midnight. I get that they have stuff to do but they've always celebrated my birthday with me." You sigh. "I dunno why this time had to be different. Soobin says he's stuck studying with his project group and Seungmin literally is nowhere to be found right now." Your bottom lip pokes out and Yunho thinks you are the cutest thing in the world. He wishes he could tell you, but he doesn't wanna slip up and ruin your surprise. So, he plays along, also poking his bottom lip out.
"I'm sorry, love." Yunho sits on the edge of the bed, hand coming to caress your chin. "I promise I'll make your birthday worthwhile. Okay? Then your friends will be home and I'll get you back as soon as possible." You continue to pout while you nod in agreement. "No more." Yunho chuckles, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. "Please trust me to make your birthday better."
"I do."
"Okay then no more of this." He taps on your bottom lip. "Now, can I ask you to please get dressed so I can take you to dinner?"
"Or.. we can stay here. I'm okay with staying in." You cup his cheeks and he shakes his head.
"As much as I love doing that with you—" He taps the tip of your nose. "No can do, baby. I have to take you to dinner cause we have other plans afterwards."
"What are these plans?"
"Mm, you can't do that." He stands and walks towards his closet. "You placed your trust in me, so don't go back on it now." You let out a playful sigh as you step down from his bed and go through your duffle bag. Because Yunho told you to keep it pretty casual, you slip into your denim mini skirt, a black baby tee, your baseball jacket and converse highs. Yunho spins you around and puckers his lips, playfully [but sweetly] complimenting you as he holds your hand and guides you to the car.
Yunho has a casual dinner planned at one of your favorite restaurants downtown, reserving a table in the beautiful patio underneath one of the outdoor heaters. You squeal when you're able to order your favorite savory crepe after craving it for some time, Yunho giggling at how excited you look when the food finally arrives. The both of you always have neverending conversations about life, school; amongst other topics you find interesting. Conversations are always so fun and lively with Yunho, and it's one of your favorite parts about him. He's comfortable enough to be his silly self, while playing along with your own humor and bad jokes— always making you feel like his one and only special girl.
When it's time for dessert, Yunho has the waitress bring over a slice of cheesecake with a single candle lit in the center— singing along with the staff as they sing happy birthday. He captures a few candid photos just as you're about to make a wish and blow your candle, full on heart eyes when he looks at you through his phone screen.
"Here." He shows you the photos. "The prettiest." You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "Wonder if she has a boyfriend." He looks at the photo, making you laugh.
"Stop." You take some of your cheesecake and feed him some, feeling content and satisfied with dinner. "So, what's next?"
"Are you finished?" You nod. "Alright. Not telling you, though." He clears his throat before calling the waitress over for the check. "Have you heard from your roommates?" You check your phone as the receipt arrives, Yunho signing off on the bottom line.
"No." You sigh. "Ah well, I guess I'll hear from them when I hear from them, right?" He nods.
"You'll see them before it hits midnight, baby. They wouldn't miss it for a thing." You shrug.
"I know. I am having a good time with you, though."
"Good." He holds his hand out for you to take, leading you out of the restaurant patio and back to the car. Once situated in the passenger seat, Yunho leans over and sweetly asks for a kiss before he drives off. The kiss continues on though, and Yunho is forcing himself to break the kiss [before he takes you home and forgets the entire plan he worked so hard on]. "Mm, Y/N. Please." He slightly hisses, feeling his boxers become a bit tight around the area. "I have to take you to the next spot."
"Really?"
"Yes." He laughs and takes out a blindfold, causing you to raise a brow at the item in his hand.
"Where the hell did you get that?"
"My pocket." He smirks. "You still trust me, right?"
"Mhm. I think?"
"Alright, gonna have to put this on you."
"Kinky." You tease as you fix your position and let Yunho properly fix the blindfold on you.
"Could show you kinky if you want." You snort when he sits back into the driver's seat. "Not too tight?"
"Nope." He begins to drive off to the next destination.
"Cool. Off we go then."
It's probably a good [but long behind the blindfold] 10 minutes before you feel Yunho entering a lot and parking the car. He tells you to stay put, helping you out from the passenger side before guiding you into a building.
It is loud, and it sounds familiar.
"Yunho, why are we at a bowling alley?"
"Because." He says, pausing in his steps before removing your blindfold. As soon as you regain your vision, you see all of your friends in front of you, including your mom, dad and sister. "Remember when you said you and your family love to bowl, but haven't in awhile?" 
"Surprise!" They all yell loudly, your family reaching you first for tight hugs and sweet greetings.
"Happy birthday!" Yeosang playfully ruffles your hair before pulling you into a hug.
"Are you serious?" You feel your bottom lip tremble as you begin to cry greeting the rest of your friends. "I thought you two had to take care of stuff. A-and you, you've been MIA all day?!" You cry at your roommates, making them laugh.
"I had to make it more believable than these two." Seungmin laughs.
"Babe, did you really think we'd stupidly miss your birthday?" Chaery holds you close.
"Yes." You pout.
"Yunho's been planning this for awhile, and we would never miss it for the world." She points at the balloons, cake and gifts. "You've got a keeper." She says with a big smile, rubbing your arm to stop you from crying. You continue to greet the rest of the group around, noticing a few other people from school also hanging out for your birthday festivities.
"Birthday shots?!" Yeonjun yells, ordering for a round of shots to be delivered to the lanes. Before everyone takes their shot, your dad makes a little speech for your birthday, thanking Yunho for bringing everyone together on your special day. Yunho stands behind you, allowing you to rest against him while he adds onto your dad's speech— thanking everyone for helping plan and coming along to celebrate.
"Happy birthday, baby." He whispers in your ear.
"Thank you." You look up at him and give him a peck on the lips.
"Happy birthday to our Y/N!" Hyunjin yells, giving everyone leverage to down the first shot of the night. Bowling begins shortly afterwards, with your family and friends sharing lanes to kick off some friendly competition. You continue to take a few more shots with friends in between bowling, conversing with everyone and having a good time with the people you love being under one roof. As you converse and happily yell around with your friends, your eyes land on Yunho across the room. He meets your gaze, his smile growing as he keeps his eyes on you mid-conversation with your mom and sister in between his turns.
And god, he just wants to kiss you, hold you, do everything in his power to show you just how much you mean to him. 
He loves you.
His laugh is what breaks the contact, your sister probably teasing him about your relationship or spitting random jokes about the two of you growing up. You giggle to yourself feeling the butterflies in your tummy, wondering how on earth you've gotten so lucky with him.
"I hope you've been having a good birthday so far." Chaery squeezes your arm and leans her head on your shoulder.
"I am." You laugh. "Well, I was kinda upset about you guys because I really believed we wouldn't be able to celebrate together."
"Never." Chaery giggles. "Come on, let's go order some more drinks."
"It's almost your turn!" Jongho yells. 
"Bowl for me!" Chaery responds as she drags you to the bar and food area. The two of you order some delicious, fruity cocktails, chatting away with the friendly bartender who sweetly puts the drinks on the house. At this point, you're feeling a good buzz, cheeks hot with the alcohol running through your veins. You and Chaery stick around for a bit with the bartender while tasting your drinks, Yunho eyeing the place to find any sign of you.
But, it's not you he sees first, no.
It's Park Seonghwa.
It's Seonghwa walking into the bowling alley with Mingi and San, and his smile instantly drops. Why the fuck was Seonghwa here, and why did it have to be on your birthday? It feels like trouble, but Yunho can't exactly say he's surprised though. Because of course Seonghwa would find out about this. Of course he'd invite himself to the bowling alley. Of course he'd try and make himself relevant on your birthday.
Dick.
Luckily though, just before Yunho can think of the worst, you finally come into his view and happily skip over with the drink in your hand. All the feelings instantly melt away, the smile returning to his face in an instant.
"Hi." You cutely smile at him.
"Hi." He responds, gently pinching your cheek. "What's that, birthday girl?"
"Taste it." You giggle. He takes a sip of your cocktail, nodding in approval.
"Dangerous."
"But fun, isn't it?" You laugh. "I think I have to pee, though." You start to chug the rest of your drink.
"Slow down, baby." He laughs. "Need me to bring you over there?"
"I can make it." You point at the board. "Can you bowl for me too if I don't make in time?"
"Can't promise it'll be a good one."
"You're good at everything, love." You smile before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Be back!" You yell before rushing to the bathroom. The alley has started to fill up over time, a bunch of other groups and families gathering along the other lanes to play some fun, competitive games against each other. You power walk down towards the arcade end where the bathrooms are situated, brushing past a few people and dodging others as they hang around the walkways. When you finally approach the hallway, you feel someone grab at your wrist and gently tug you back— a frown immediately plastered on your face because not only do you really have to pee, but you find yourself facing Seonghwa.
"Hey. I've been trying to find you just to tell you happy birthday." Seonghwa smiles. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."
"Thanks." You try to wiggle out of his grip, but he tightens it and gently tugs you back.
"Baby in too much of a hurry for me?"
"Seonghwa. Seriously?" You glare at him and he laughs. "I really need to go to the bathroom."
"Jeez. So uptight even on your birthday. Yunho's still gonna be in the same position as you left him."
"Great, that's all I want." You brush past him to finally get to the bathroom. "Excuse me." Seonghwa watches as you leave, a small sigh leaving his lips. He heard about the little party Yunho had prepared for you and decided it'd be a good time to stop by. He's not gonna lie, he doesn't care much for bowling as much as San and Mingi do, but he did want to see you and try to talk to you. One, to wish you happy birthday. Two, to see you. And three, to try and ask about the flowers he dropped off because he hasn't heard anything about them.
He was trying, and he was hoping you'd see that. Even though this was new territory for him, he wasn't gonna give up that easily. After all, you and him had more history than Yunho. And that keeps him going.
When Seonghwa turns to find his boys, he sees Mingi and San mingling with the group; even getting a random bowl in or two. Mingi's talking to Yunho and he can't help but roll his eyes; completely over Yunho's entire act.
"Oh, tell Y/N I said happy birthday then!" Mingi gives Yunho a dap as soon as Seonghwa makes his way over and squeezes his shoulder.
"Yeah, let her know for me too, will you? Wanted to give her a gift, but we didn't really have time to catch up since she was on her way to the bathroom." Seonghwa winks. "Know how much she loves the little things."
"Yeah, I'm good off of that." Yunho responds before sipping on his drink, Yeosang slowly coming to his side as Seonghwa chuckles at his answer.
"Come on dude, that's his girlfriend now." San mumbles next to him, making Seonghwa shake his head.
"Yeah, whatever." He clears his throat. "Anyway. Let's get the fuck outta here. Hella boring." Seonghwa turns on his heel and starts heading out of the alley, San clicking his teeth in slight frustration while Mingi obliviously waves to Yunho and bids his farewell.
"Tell her!" Mingi yells and Yunho gives him a nod of acknowledgement.
"He's joking, right?" Yeosang asks.
"Wish he was. Can't say I'm surprised, though."
"Don't let him get to you. He's just trying to get a reaction out of you."
"I know. But, I don't get why he won't just leave her alone? Why doesn't he get it?" Yeosang shakes his head.
"Dude has always gotten his way. He's not used to being left." Yunho lets out a small scoff before sitting, eyes scanning the area again until he can find you. He's not gonna lie, he's a little uneasy after that, and he wishes he could just have you here and shield you away from the rest of the world—
"I'm back." You announce, your sister handing you another shot to take before pushing you to bowl. Everything is ten times louder than it was before, and you're definitely still a bit drunk. "Yuyu!" You yell.
"Hey princess." Yunho looks up at you as you sit sideways on his lap, arm swung over his shoulder. "You okay, birthday girl?"
"Mhm. Better." He chuckles, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze. "How about you?" You tilt your head to the side and although Yunho is a little worked up from the encounter with Seonghwa, he can't help but melt in your presence. It's hard to stay mad at anything when you're around.
"I'm good as long as you are." You giggle. "Heard you ran—?" You lean forward, unable to hear him clearly through the music and people yelling.
"What?"
"Heard you ran into Seonghwa. What was that about?"
"Seonghwa being Seonghwa." He looks at you with his brows slightly furrowed, and you're unsure if he believes you or not. He does, it's really not that he doesn't. He just doesn't trust Seonghwa and he can't help it especially with the history you two have.
Even though you were his, a tiny part of him was still scared that you'd leave him for Seonghwa; especially with the way that he didn't seem to be giving up on you so easily.
Too bad Yunho wouldn't give up on you either. Ain't no way he'd let someone come for his woman.
He'll make sure that's clear.
"You sure that's all?" You pause and slightly hesitate before responding.
"Of course." You look at him and your heart sinks. Would you be creating unnecessary drama over something that you have no interest in anymore? Would it matter or change anything if you told him about those roses? "He just wished me happy birthday and I brushed past him."
"Hm." Is all he says before kissing you on the cheek. "Okay."
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The rest of the night continues to be a party— you and your loved ones happily bowling, drinking and playing; going on for hours until people start to leave one by one. Your family gives you extra hugs and kisses, thanking Yunho for taking care of you and for getting everyone together for your birthday.
In the end, your roommates take the remainder of the cake home, while you, Yeosang and Yunho head back to their place for the night.
"Today was so fun!"
"Yeah?" Yunho laughs.
"So fun. I'm still kinda drunk."
"Kinda?" Yeosang laughs seeing you hang onto Yunho's arm, which turns into you hanging onto him like a koala.
"Kinda! I'm not that drunk. Just enough." You burp against Yunho's neck.
"Ou, nice. That was a good one." Yunho says, waddling up the steps and carefully guiding you up along with him. "Think you can beat that with another?"
"No. I'll probably throw up." 
"Don't want that, now do we?" He chuckles, giving you room to kick off your shoes in the apartment before heading to the room. 
"I wanna take a quick shower." You say as you grab some of Yunho's clothes and waddle to the bathroom.
"You should probably go in there." Yeosang gives Yunho's shoulder a squeeze. "I'll leave some medicine and water by your bed for her."
"Thanks." Yunho quickly snags his own pajamas before slipping into the bathroom to make sure you're okay. "You okay there, baby?" You've just stepped under the water when Yunho walks in, the outline of your body still clear through the shower doors.
"Mhm. Water feels nice." You let out a content sigh before dropping Yunho's body wash bottle.
"Hm." He hums. "Mind if I step in with you?"
"Nope." He sheds off his clothes and steps into the piping hot shower, eyes glossing over your body. 
"Can I help you with that?" Yunho asks, gently taking the loofa from your hands. You giggle as he starts with your back, turning you around once he's satisfied to cover your front. You kiss him in between, smiling against his lips before you take your turn to help get him washed up. His hands start to roam your body, gently squeezing at your sides when you continue to kiss him the way you do, love on him the way you do. 
Innocent kisses turn into heated makeout sessions with the water still pounding against your skin, to Yunho slowly and gently taking you against the cold wall; large hand propping up your leg as he shushes you against your lips, whispering praises in between little reminders of keeping it quiet. Eventually, the both of you reach your highs— the two of you caught in a  giggle fit afterwards knowing that you have to repeat the process and wash up all over again.
He wouldn't have it any other way though, and so wouldn't you. You feel like you're on cloud nine after today, heart filled with so much love especially because of Yunho.
Life is just so much sweeter with him in it, and you love him.
After the both of you wash off again, you step out of the shower and finish getting ready for bed. You thank Yeosang and bid him goodnight before stepping into the room and slipping under the covers.
"Did you have a good day today?" Yunho asks, close to a whisper.
"The best birthday I've had."
"Yeah?" He chuckles.
"Mhm." You caress his cheek and look him in the eyes. "Thank you, Yunho. For everything."
"Of course, baby." He kisses your forehead. "You deserve it all." He watches with a small smile on his face as you quickly fall asleep, hand gently rubbing your back. After today's festivities, Yunho should be sleeping. But tonight, it feels like a stretch when the thoughts at the back of his mind come to the forefront; a tiny sigh leaving his lips when he remembers the encounter with Seonghwa. He feels uneasy, kinda unsettled and annoyed. He remembers the small detail of hesitancy that pulled up on your expression. He's not sure why, and he's not trying to figure it out right now.
It's frustrating.
He doesn't want to assume you're hiding something from him, that something odd is going on, though his gut tells him otherwise.
And for once, he truly hopes it's wrong.
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arminsumi · 7 months
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Imagine Gojo taking the students all out in Tokyo for the day and the reader goes and buys everyone ice cream and then hands Gojo one and he’s shocked that one of his students considered him and she’s like “because you’re my favourite teacher” 😭😭😭😭😭 I think he’d low-key be so excited
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱
𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡
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A/N: (my lactose-intolerant crying noises in the distance) ahh so cute!! i hope i wrote it as you imagined 💗
Wc ≈ 600
Pairing: GOJO Satoru x gn.reader
Summary: during a day out in Tokyo, you decided to thank your favorite teacher in some small way. Of course, he kept those words you said to him close to his heart for years.
Warnings; a little bit of flirting 👀😳, a little cheesy, i'm pretty sure it's gn but if you catch smth not gn lmk!!
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A bright sun blazed in the Tokyo sky. You put your hand to the crown of your head to act as a shield from those blinding rays as you disembarked the train.
The station felt lively; people were buzzing around purposefully on their own little missions, just like you and your fellow students of Jujutsu High.
Gojo towered over you four, keeping a watchful eye from the back of your little formation as you headed out the train station. It was always you and Yuji in front, talking so fast it sounded like a crazy chattering noise to passers-by. Nobara interjected when she disagreed with Yuji. Megumi interjected when he disagreed with you — Gojo silently listened to it all and tried not to laugh.
"Hold that thought — who wants ice cream?" you asked, eyeing out a store that was packed between two others.
While you four argued about the best flavors and bought cups of double servings, Gojo paced around the bright stretching street with long legs, like he was observing the world from behind a film of his memories.
"Gojo!" you called out to him. Your voice brought him back to reality, he turned to face you, hands in pockets as they so often are.
"Y/n!" he jokingly replied with reciprocated enthusiasm. "Enjoying yourself today — ?"
"This is for you." you said, handing him a cup of the biggest serving of mochi ice cream he's ever seen in his life.
He seemed a bit too taken aback at first to register that it was for him, even though you clearly stated that it was.
"For me...?" he asked surprisedly.
"Yeah, for you." you assured. "Do you not like ice cream...? I'll eat it with Yuji if you don't want it, he was eyeing out the mochi but it was too expe — it — uhhh anyways!" you stopped, trying to cover up the fact you spent a lot of money on his ice cream.
He chuckled, "Ah, you shouldn't have blown your savings, I'm right here y'know you could have asked for me to pay."
"But you brought us out here today, I wanted to thank you, and um... I anyways wanted to get something for my favorite teacher." you said, throwing in 'favorite' just to test his reaction.
" 'Favorite' huh?" he smiled teasingly, "That's very cute." his response made you lower your head, cheeks feeling warm, heart racing a bit.
He took the cup of ice cream from you. "Thank you, Favorite Student. Though you're really fueling my sweet tooth."
"I'm sorry!" you laughed.
Roaring Tokyo noises filled your ears, you barely heard a snippet of what he said next — but he also said it so quietly, like a mumble, as if he didn't mean for you to catch it.
Something like... " ... 'got a sweet tooth for you, too."
Your friends crashed the atmosphere right then.
Yuji had stolen a bite of Nobara's ice cream, it was a whole scene. Gojo calmly watched it play out while scooping mouthfuls of ice cream into his mouth.
For the walk back at the end of the day, you noticed that Gojo stuck a little closer to you — when crossing train tracks, in crowded places, through the station, all the way up to the mountain that Jujutsu High was sat on top of.
He was so excited and flattered to know that he was your favorite. You could tell, because he teased you about it for the rest of your life.
"I'm Y/n's favorite." he proudly boasted whenever he could. Oh you just know he especially rubbed it in the other teacher's faces.
Years later, he brought it up to you in the middle of a late-night conversation. "But I'm still your favorite, right? Good, good. No one else better take my place."
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lino-nyangi · 1 year
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(Ignore this if it's not your thing) But imagine face sitting with Minho 😭 this thought has been stuck in my head for days. The way he would GRIP your thighs as he practically sucks you dry, OOF. And the thought of him growling as you tug on his hair has me #ded and you just know this beech is making smug eye contact the entire time as you fall apart on top of him 😱💀
i meaaaaan
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these selfies only leave so much for imagination
— smut. mdni
wc: 0.6k
BEFORE YOU READ.
whether it's on his knees with you straddling his shoulders, or laying on his back while you lower yourself on his face, minho won't be letting go of your thighs until your legs are numb. the little mewls and whimpers you let out only fuel him to please you more, grunting against your cunt and sending shivers all over your body.
his tongue is criminally skillful in the way it moves around your folds, lapping at any bit of your arousal that pools out of your sensitive cunt and even chasing more by dipping inside your walls. minho might not be the best swimmer but he knows how to breathe underwater (i apologize for this joke) and is more than happy to have you release on his face. he'll take as many as he can get.
i think he could just lay down and get lost in eating you out for so long he doesn't even realize how much time has passed. neither do you because your brain is far too foggy to make any thoughts. at first he's keeping his eyes on you, watching how you slowly melt into his touch, maybe reach a hand up to fondle with your breasts while the other keeps you in place. the intense attention you're receiving from both his mouth and eyes has you whimpering.
also just you try biting your lip and keeping your voice down, he'll land a gentle slap on the swell of your ass with a firm "louder". the room probably has good insulation for this exact reason, he wants to hear you cry out loud from pleasure.
if you're facing forward you'll end up with your face buried in the sheets in no time, bunching them up in your fists as you writh in his hold. when you try to move away from the overstimulation he just easily presses you to him tighter, arms curled securely over your thighs. if you're into it he might go for anal play, teasing you with circular motions of his finger before pushing the tip in just to have you sobbing.
if you're facing back you can rest your hands on his toned torso <3 he also gets extremely hard when you sit on his face so if you try to do anything with his cock he's gonna be so loud about it. his heavy breathing and grunting against your cunt as you touch him sends you spiraling even more.
i've said this before but it's relevant to mention again that i'm an advocate for oral fixation min. he just wants to turn off his brain and suck on something and your pussy is a great option. most of the time eats you out with closed eyes because he's just that into it. no thoughts just pussy.
when he has a long a day he just throws himself on the bed with a big sigh. you ask him what's wrong and he just. "sit on my face." that's it.
"no hi? no how was your day, honey?" you tease.
"hi, how was your day, honey? mine was shit, i missed you. please sit on my face." minho says all at once like he's reading off of a script, eyelids too heavy to even bother to open and you giggle before giving him what he wants.
at first you're still hesitant and shy about it. you already know how good he is with his mouth and that your legs will give up on you.
"i'll crush your face, min."
"and i'll die happy." he shrugs simply.
"that's not a natural cause though."
"what do you mean? nature wants me to have this pussy."
also please tug on his hair when he eats you out. he'll go feral.
thanks for reading this far, here's a treat ♡ now you can go back and read it with this in mind
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kairiscorner · 8 months
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Could you write a Miguel x reader where they’re both babysitting mayday and Miguel puts on a cartoon for mayday so she can stop bothering him and after a few minutes Miguel gets stuck watching the cartoon with mayday and the reader thinks it’s the cutest thing ever 😭
HELLOOOOOO that is so cute WHAT, i hope you like this :DDD
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miguel catching you and mayday watching cartoons
miguel was getting a little ticked off with how mayday has been running around him and swinging here and there–he can't remember anymore why he agreed to babysit the redhead for peter b while he and mj went out on a date. actually, he can't even remember if he did agree to babysit, he's been cooped up in his office all day, just dismissing everybody with 'hmm's and 'mhm's. peter b must've thought he agreed, hence he left the infant in his office; no wonder he was confused and concerned as to why mayday was left here, with his patience running out as the minutes ticked by.
you came in after miguel called for you, seeing mayday crawl over him as he remained stoic, with his eyes glued on the screens in front of him as lyla took videos of this moment. you rushed to take mayday away from miguel, with you cooing to the infant as miguel sighed, pulling up a cartoon for the child to watch. "isn't this what kids like nowadays?" he asked you as you shrugged, not really keeping in touch with what children are into these days. "i'll just keep her out of your hair." you said as you sat mayday down and watched her smile and giggle as the cartoon characters on screen moved about, spoke, sang and danced–entertaining her for a while.
you watched along with her when you noticed she'd grasp your hand and pull you close to her, wanting you to sit down and watch with her. you placed the girl on your lap as you both watched, giggling and singing along with the characters, answering them as they asked the questions, even though you knew the interactions were one-sided. it made mayday happy, so in a way, it made you happy watching with her.
miguel couldn't fully focus, not with you two giggling and talking to the characters in the cartoon, but he was in no way angry about it. he did look over his shoulder once or twice to look at what you two were laughing at, finding his gaze on the two of you lingering for more than just a few seconds. he kept prying his gaze away from the sight, but you two were just so... wholesome, so adorable to look at. he asked lyla to snap a few photos of this moment, with her obliging and taking such precise, beautiful shots of you and mayday smiling as you watched the animated characters do such ridiculous things.
he looked back at the photos and felt a kind of... brightness part the gloomy skies he was so used to having fill his days. he felt his heart lighten up a bit and a bit of a smile crack on his face. it took him a little while, but he left the monitors for a bit and walked over to you two, watching you both talk to the characters on screen after they asked questions to the viewers. "what's going on over here?" he asked you as you explained to him you were going a treasure hunt with the characters.
miguel found himself watching with you two as he sat down next to you two on the couch and sneaking glances at you both with a slight grin on his face. "can i join?" he asked in a soft voice as mayday babbled and reached out for him, with you smiling and lifting her up, about to hand her to miguel. "mayday seems like she wants you to, of course you can." you said as miguel's smile broadened, with him taking the infant from your arms and cooing to her.
this was the perfect way to take a break from work, and–by just a little bit–miguel had finally had a clear, bright sky; just for today, and it was... it was more beautiful than he imagined.
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jymwahuwu · 3 months
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I feel like I have goldfish memory but good news, I remembered what scenario I was thinking about for once.
So what if reader was trapped in a samsara like the sabzeru festival (is that how you spell it?) But instead of a festival setting it's the day where she got kidnapped by our beloved general.
On this day she got kidnapped it was just supposed to be another ordinary day but then the kidnapping happens and the next morning she sees that's she's back at home and now throughout the day she's been trying to find different ways to prevent the event but always fail in the end.
The only twist here is that Jing Yuan starts to notice how we start to predict his moves and whatever he's going to do so he starts to catch onto what's happening and tries to stop us from going into another samsara but since we don't know that he knows about this time loop he just pulls a move that we weren't expecting and kidnaps us again.
Idk if you've done this but my ✨insomnia✨ ain't letting me sleep till I type this whole thing out 😭
🍰anon
I'm starting to worry about your sleep 🍰anon 😭🥺 You seem to be as sleep deprived as me.
And never thought time loops could be so interesting! This reminds me of a gaslighting post I read before where a girl broke up with her boyfriend and he kept manipulating her by pretending that they never broke up. But this is really a time loop >_<
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-CW: yandere, kidnapping, non-con, breaking into your home
On the day of the kidnapping, the sky was overcast, and the continuous dark clouds organized and gathered, swallowing up the sun. Just an ordinary day, a rainy day. The lights of passing spacecraft and the crowds. You complete your daily activities as usual, such as working/resting/shopping/walking/dining. Opening the door, you took off your shoes and packed your rain gear in the hallway, not noticing anything unusual at home…and then…you fell into a coma.
When you wake up, you're in a luxurious room with a cute cartoon tape covering your mouth. You mumbled something incoherent, thrashing around in panic. The huge figure turned - who was that? Who is that? This stranger had long, layered white hair, broad shoulders, and muscles that seemed to be hidden under the armor and cloth. As soon as he saw you waking up, he immediately approached you and spoke softly. "Oh, you're awake. I've already taken a bath for you. Don't worry." The rain fell pattering outside the general's mansion.
What bath? What bath!? For you? Your eyes widened, tears of horror running down the tape. A flash of lightning flashed across your face quickly and then disappeared. Jing Yuan held your face and looked at it for a while before kissing the tape on your lips. "Sh- don't be afraid. I'll be good to you."
If you respond tactfully, there's a chance you won't get fucked immediately on the first day. After a good night's sleep, you find yourself back home, like you've never been kidnapped!! You thought you were having an immersive dream and didn't care, but you've been kidnapped again. What happened happened again.
Check the time on your phone:
[same date].
You have searched several times and calendars on the Internet, but all of them are stuck on that day and have not moved forward. Maybe this is an opportunity to change the kidnapping? You start searching and investigating who that person really is. Of course, Jing Yuan told you the name (lovers will know each other's names.) You found his introduction on the Space Online public think tank… Uh… Jing Yuan is one of Xianzhou's generals.
Xianzhou Alliance, isn’t that a well-known space civilization alliance? He kidnapped you…does anyone believe it?
Within the time loop of the same day, you tried more than ten ways and routes to avoid being kidnapped, including returning home at different times, sleeping at a friend's house, preparing weapons, taking friends home, renting a hotel room to rest, etc. . Without exception, all failed. He can always resolve and recognize your defenses and lead you away.
Jing Yuan actually knows this time loop and all the struggles and precautions you take. He can't help but see how far you can go, how smart you can be, but doesn't want you to actually escape his chessboard.
Until, after you were kidnapped again, you thought you would wake up and return home…but no. Moreover, Jing Yuan has found a way to end this day's time loop, preventing you from entering another loop. He has Xianzhou technology support after all. You look around the room - this is still the General's mansion.
Why?
Jing Yuan enjoys the fruits and sweetness of victory. Putting you at his mercy - stopping your resistance, his warm palm rubbed between your swollen thighs, spreading your buttocks. He holds you with your legs spread forward, holding you like you were a cute puppy, and penetrates you with his cock. Your heart skipped a beat at his words.
"The only timeline is that we fell in love."
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thatdeadaquarius · 4 months
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@goldensunsetchild Asked:
Hello there! I know that you might be busy right now but I wanted to let you know an idea that I have, greatly inspired by your post: spanish reader who gets homesick but instead of getting depressed by it starts to do things they used to do back on their world. Dancing to their traditional dances while singing their accompanying songs, teaching the children the games they used to play when they were younger and also telling folktales to everyone who is interested in listening to. If you decide to do this idea and want to incorporate things from Costa Rica, please let me know and I'll help you with anything you need (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。
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HELLO YES SORRY IT TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG TO GET TO THIS!! 😭 /gen
I went to Costa Rica back in highschool in 2018? I think, and when I tell you I FELL IN LOVEEEE <3333
Costa Rica is a beautiful country and everyone was really nice, vibes were immaculate 🤌 ✨
Sun: Costa Rican Reader! (you/they/them)
Stars: Sumeru cast
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: None known & Trigger Warnings: alcohol usage/drinking game.
Orbit: Headcanons-ish
when u first crash landed in Teyvat, people luckily recognized you from when u were a player!
and u took in whatever culture and traditions everyone was so excited to show you as they were kind enough to give u clothes/food/shelter etc.
butttt… it did get overwhelming after a few months, and u got homesick more and more often :(
after all there wasn’t really an equivalent country to Costa Rica, and you couldn’t just take a plane back home, you were stuck here for… however long it takes someone to leave a video game universe??
You decided to actually do smth abt the crippling depression and “outsider” feelings instead of just rotting away, and went to Sumeru to get closer to the greenery of your home,
it made you feel a little better, but it could be the best, so u decide to lowkey force everyone in Sumeru to convert to Costa Rican LMAO
so ofc u did the most logical thing to convert ppl to a culture, the food!
u helped fund a small restaurant full of classic Costa Rican foods (coughandsoyoucaneatitwheneveryouwantcough)
(u still have the insane mora leftover from what u had in game so ur basically one of the richest ppl in Teyvat ngl 💀)
u recreated just the basic gallo pinto/casado with what was available (some beans from Natlan and rice from Inazuma/Liyue, the Ajilenakh nut from Sumeru acc kinda acts like plantains :0 and local fish/greens for salad)
Needless to say Sumeru is fascinated by the new cuisine and esp since its not a secret that you’ve funded it/made the menu from your homeworld
Alhaitham orders the casado most of the time bc he “admires the exact proportions, its all the nutrients you need, perfectly balanced” NERDDD
Tighnari likes barbudos bc there's not a lot of egg dishes in Sumeru but there are a lot of greens, so he “likes the familiar in unique combinations!”
unsurprisingly, Cyno likes Chancelta bc he can pick it up, eat it quickly, and go on with his patrol
Collei, Kaveh (and secretly Dehya lol) really like being able to munch and snack on sugar cane, (and the plantain imitation desserts!)
(u found sugarcane deep in sumeru forests, it was like on ur world, but sweet flowers sprouted out of the stalks too!)
You decide the next phase was to introduce dances and other fun stuff!!
Nilou was literally shaking with excitement to learn the traditional dances <3 (and also getting ur permission to add fun twists or Sumeru elements to them)
the kids that like to hang around and watch the troupe practice (and join) absolutely got obsessed with swing criollo, it was so cute to watch them all pair up and kinda trip over their own feet trying the footwork out
(u may or may not have teared up bc the band learned how to play a Spanish song for u guys to dance to, just for you)
teaching the theater troupes musicians how to adapt upbeat songs like Caballito Nicoyano or Ticas Lindas
omg getting Nilou Kaveh Faruzan Cyno Dehya (and Dunyazard!) to do the calipso limonense always cheers you up, (which is why they are so eager to do it when ur feeling homesick ❤️‍🩹)
Kaveh steps on too many people’s toes, Dehya gets dizzy from the spins/turns easily, Faruzan keeps spinning for too long, Nilou and Dunyazard are actually secretly latina bc they're so good at it (did they outdo you?? no, no they couldn't possibly-)
and Cyno just really likes the little dance line everyone makes lol
speaking of the General Mahamatra
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
u CANNOT teach Cyno a new game from your home country, and expect him to NOT be the most competitive mf in Teyvat abt it
that's actually how u spread any games from back home, Cyno just does all the work for you and challenges ppl to things like jackses and no one knows what it is
which he then proceeds to strong arm them into learning and beat their asses at it
(yes Cyno wins against you a lot, sorry lmao)
You definitely had a drinking game centered around it one time and the consequences changed with each person who lost
like Cyno had to learn how to cook tamales that were edible, and more importantly..
Alhaitham had to at least attempt the swing criollo lol
(was it unfairly attractive? maybe. was watching Nilou, who was teaching him, and Alhaitham both do swing criollo 2x as attractive?? that's just for u and the Sumeru vision users to know)
SPEAKING OF ALHAITHAM
absolutely hilarious, yet also impressive?? how quickly he picked up ur slang
smug bastard picked it up based off sheer context/vibes too, u didn't even explain it to him, just u trying to go sit down in ur Costa Rican restaurant and he pulls u back before someone mows u down saying “hey, suave un toque-”
YOUR NECK FUCKING CRACKING BC U WHIPPED AROUND TO LOOK AT HIM SO FAST LMAOOO
(ngl u scared the fuck out of the poor scholar before he got all smug abt knowing slang)
accidentally spread this knowledge to other vision users bc he got in the habit of casually using it, tbh more often when ur not around lol (Alhaitham being caught having habits bc he's fond of other ppl?? never)
his favorite is “qué chante…😒 ” obv lol
so now the forest rangers use stuff like pura vida and tuanis sending each other off on patrols! Collei so cutely excited to explain to other Sumeru ppl or tourists where the words come from and what they mean, spreading ur Costa Rica agenda very well 👌
and the mahamatra like to use “Jale pa’la choza” when coming back from the desert to Sumeru city homebase! :)
ALSO bonus:
u absolutely got leyendas into the bedtime warning/ghost stories of the entirety of Sumeru children lmao
u start spooking kids like Dori (Nahida finds them fascinating)
and after awhile u notice Cyno and Dehya mentioning watching out at night for La Llorona or los cadejos 💀??
like you've genuinely made them paranoid, bc they wanna be sweethearts and protect you from them, like even if they don't believe they exist, they're worried you do and are trying to make u feel better lol <3
an iced coffee? for me?? :O 
Blessed be Costa Rica, such a lovely country when I went, and as soon as I got off the plane coming back the first thing I did was make a Costa Rican meal the best I could
like got my mom to prep from dry black beans and rice etc. as fresh as we could get (nowhere near costa rica level btw) and made fresh guac and fried plantain chips and salmon I think? literally cooked the first night back bc I knew I missed the food already/knew id get sick
and I was RIGHT, that food I made was fine, but any other American food so bad I got nauseous
I literally got sick COMING BACK TO THE U.S like 😨???!!! I knew it was bad but not THAT bad lmao
and the first meal I had after that was still a homecooked meal, like my mom made it💀
love the coffee from there too, we even ordered coffee from the farm we visited when I got back to US it was so good (10x better than American obv)
THANK YOU BTW GOLDEN!! FOR BEING SO PATIENT AND LOVELY TELLING ME ALL ABT COSTA RICA <3333
I hope this did some amount of justice to ur beautiful home! :)
Safe Travels Golden Child,
💀♒
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moralesmilesanhour · 6 months
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💆🏾🍃here i wanted to request a miles fang fic🌚ive enver done this before so idk but just a short/medium fic or scenarios of miles w fangs nd reader being obsessed w them but not in like a freaky way i. a like “omg theyre so cool/pretty way” if that makes sense😭
You got it! (You didn't specify so I made bro a vampire hope that's ok)
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"So, to recap: it's a yes on the blood, no on the sparkles, and you can walk into sign-less buildings by yourself," you listed off. You rose to a sitting position on Miles' neatly-made bed. "What about the sun?"
"Y/N, be serious right now. You saw me at the corner store yesterday morning."
"I'm just covering all my bases! You coulda just been wearing really good sunscreen this whole time."
Miles snorted as he lay sprawled out next to you. "Yeah, alright. No on the sunlight. Anything else--Aye, aye, relax!"
He frantically slapped your hand away as you tried to reach for his face. "Fuck is you doin'?"
"I'm tryna see if you got fangs!"
"How I'mma drink niggas' blood without fangs? Let's think, mamas--ow!"
He recoiled when you gave him a good flick on his forehead.
"Lose the attitude," you chastised. "Now, let's see 'em!"
Miles stuck out his lips into a childish pout. "Ask nicely."
"Fine. May I please see your canines?"
"Thank you."
Miles used his pinky to lift his upper lip on the left side, as if showing off a pair of grills. Instead, he revealed a pearly, almost blue-white canine tooth. It was at least a centimeter longer than that of the average human, curving downwards and sharpening to a deadly point. You could see why he mumbled so much; they looked damn near impossible to hide.
"And all four of them are that long?" you marveled.
He removed his finger and nodded, showing them off in an awkward-looking smile.
"They're gorgeous."
His smile dropped almost immediately and he gave you a weird look. "Whatever that means."
"It means what I said," you lightly smacked his arm, "they're very nice-looking."
"Sound like you finna steal 'em while I'm sleeping," Miles laughed.
You grinned and reassured him, "Chill out, I'm just bein' a future dentist. I get excited about nice teeth."
"Oh yeah? Then when you actually become one in a few years, I'm only going to you."
Miles took your hand and squeezed it. His palm was ice-cold.
"Thanks. If you ever need a fang pulled, I'll be sure to keep it for studying."
"You're so weird."
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heartbreakgrill · 6 months
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stiles stilinski: breakable heaven; pt 10, "i scream, for whatever it's worth, 'i love you.' ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"
a/n: pls ignore the fact that i’ve been writing miss morel instead of miss blake 😭 also enjoy my sappy writing. thank you all for every ounce of love and support on this series. i’ve had so much fun writing for you and interacting with everyone. i may have smth else in the works, but no promises. for now, enjoy x
tagging: @scarletrosesposts
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stiles reluctantly shifted y/n's body into isaac's arms, took the opportunity to swipe the tears out from beneath his eyes. then, he focused back to y/n. he took the sleeve of his sweatshirt, cleaned the blood off of her face, as he came up with a plan, "okay. i-i can get past the cops. i'll distract them down front, while you guys slip out the back. my jeep is parked in the emergency lot. but, i don't know how you'll cross the entire parking lot with them all out there."
danny watched stiles’ gentle hands. he was terrified, but he tried not to show it. he spoke, strong and clear, "i can go out first, bring it around to the ambulance bay. isaac and allison can wait there.”
the aforementioned hunter before adding on her own idea, "that's good. then we can swing around and grab you, stiles."
"okay, okay," stiles ran his hands through his hair, anxiously. a million thoughts raced through his mind, "and what do we do if-if the alpha pack comes for us? they still think we're protecting jennifer. and we-we're useless again-"
"stiles," allison touched his wrist, gently, drawing his eyes back to her own. she’d never admit it, but she was worried, too. without scott, they were not only outnumbered, but weak. like danny, she put forth a strong front, "she's gonna be okay. we're gonna be okay. i doubt they stuck around here, considering the police. i think we’ll make it through.”
"okay," stiles breathed out, "let's go." his arms dropped to his sides. he watched y/n’s head wobble as isaac turned away.
he, allison, and danny were going to take the stairs, stiles the elevator. so, this is where they would split up. though, before isaac could turn all the way, to follow allison and danny towards the doorway, stiles called out, “wait, isaac-!”
he looked back towards stiles, brows raised, "yeah?" he held y/n so carefully, like she was a pillow. stiles felt useless, again. useless because he wasn’t that strong. useless because, without scott, like miss blake had said- he had nothing.
stiles pushed down the feeling and stepped forward, "i just want to say goodbye. to her. i know she can’t hear me, but-“
“it’s okay,” isaac nodded once, reassuring the boy.
stiles slowly drug his eyes down to y/n's sunken face. she was beginning to look more and more sick, more corpse-like, as every moment passed. every so often, since isaac took her from stiles’ arm, y/n’s entire body would wrack from the chills that were causing sweat to sit on her brow. then, she'd cough violently, chest constricting with the effort, and blood would gush out of her lips. each time, isaac would spindle the pain out of her legs, around her back, his own face grimacing in response. he didn’t even hesitate to help her. stiles was grateful for this.
when he drew her pain out from her blood, isaac could feel the life slowly dissipating from her body. he had told stiles, just before he came up with the plan, that she, in fact, dying. but, she had a while to go. it was happening, slowly but surely. inching through her body at a snail’s pace. cruelly.
none of that information reassured stiles. it only made it worse, knowing that she was in so much, drug-out pain.
he lay a shaking hand to her cheek, thumb brushing across her skin. it was moist with that feverish-sweat. her lips were pale white, the color only dulled more by the black line circling the center of them. finally, a redness was visible beneath her eyelids, in her veins. she really was dying. she looked it.
stiles dragged his lips between his teeth, stilling them because they were wobbling. then, his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned forth, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “i love you…”
“i love you, y/n…”
y/n woke with a jolting start, heart beat thumping in her neck like a choking reminder. her breath came out, raggedly. she managed to grab the fading words that echoed in her ears, whispered down her spine, like someone had just prickled their lips to her lobe, before they could leave her. y/n quickly looked to her left, then the right, before shifting onto her knees to examine the space behind her back.
there was nobody there.
in fact, there was nothing there.
the room- if you could call it a room- was bright white, lit by loud bulbs y/n could not find. the space stretched out before her, never-ending, miles and miles wide and long. she squinted her eyes, searching for its end. she expected the horizon to curve, eventually, for her view to diminish because of the curvature of the earth.
but it didn’t.
no, the room just kept on unfolding. the nothingness expanded.
there was a low buzzing sound, like flies, or florescent lighting, but the source of it was nowhere to be seen. she figured it must be from the bulbs, but the more she looked above her to try to find them, the more her head hurt. it was a blinding view.
she took a shuddering breath, head lolling forward. she was terrified of this subliminal space. terrified of what could be waiting on either end, what would find her. what she would find.
terrified of the fact that, as far as she knew, right now, she was utterly alone.
y/n went to stand, carefully bracing her shaking palms onto the matte white floor. she expected to groan in pain as she stood, but her legs lifted with ease. y/n ran her eyes over her body as she was shocked by the strengthened version of herself that she had recovered to. it was almost like she wasn’t really herself- like she was a dream-like avatar of her real self. maybe she’d blacked out so hard that, now, she was dreaming.
though, it did not feel like a dream.
she was in the same clothing as her real self- hospital gown, jeans, grippy socks, and stiles’ hoodie. though, her clothes were soaking wet, like she had dipped in the pool, again. there was no water on the floor, nor any source of it as far as she could see. then, y/n’s eyes reached her hands, and she noticed the black liquid coating her skin. it looked like she had been coughing into her hand. she gasped at the sight.
y/n brought a wobbling hand to her lips, feeling fresh blood evident in her mouth. she began coughing, erratically. she crouched over, hand braced on her knees, as the coughs wracked her chest. her hands became wet with the black blood, and some of it splattered across the white floor.
“wha-“ her coughing ceased, and a shocked look dilated y/n’s pupils. “what’s happening? what-“
she turned every which way, searching for an exit sign, searching for a doorway, a window, another person. she was becoming panicked. the pain was starting to soak back into her body.
“hello?” she called out, voice echoing off of walls that didn’t even exist. she spun in circles, calling out to the void, “hello? is anybody there? please-“ she coughed up more blood, “i need help! help me, please!”
she shuddered as a wind flew past her body. “hello?! please, help me! stiles! stiles?! please!”
just then, as she spoke his name, that voice came again, whipping as the wind carried it down her spine. “i love you, baby. i’ll see you soon, okay? i love you.”
y/n continued spinning in circles as she tried to find that voice. it went away, again, and the low buzzing of the back room was all she had left. it was worse, the loneliness, because she was able to recognize that voice now- it was him. she was sure of it. y/n cried out, “stiles!”
he was gone. there, at her fingertips, at the precipice of her consciousness, but gone, again. taken. swept away with the ever-fading wind.
“stiles, where are you?” she sobbed, “please!”
the energy was sinking from her body, and she struggled to keep herself on her feet. y/n slowly crumpled to her knees, more blood continuing to spew from her lips, and tears spilling from her eyes.
everything was fading.
“please, stiles!”
“what’s wrong with her?” stiles demanded, cracking his knuckles against either palm as he paced the floor of the animal clinic.
his eyes shot back and forth from y/n to deaton. his chest felt so tight, and he thought, at any moment, he might start having a panic attack. things were seemingly becoming worse, by the minute. deaton had been examining the girl for nearly half an hour. he kept pulling herbs out of cabinets, shutting them away, listening to her heartbeat.
like he was now- deaton pulled his stethoscope from his ears and hung it around his neck. he glanced to isaac, allison, danny, warily, before looking to stiles. he let out a hopeless, so stiles snapped his head in deaton’s direction.
“what? what’s wrong wi-with her? is- is she gonna be okay?” stiles voice cracked. deaton’s frown seemed to deepen. stiles shook his head, quickly, “no, cmon- no. please- wha…please tell me what’s wrong with her. please tell me you can fix it. please.”
stiles was barely able to speak through that pleading word, his chin falling to his chest as a sob wracked his body. allison clenched her jaw and had to look away. she took a shuddering breath, pressed a hand to her cheek. it was so hard to watch.
deaton braced his palms on the steel table, hands on either side of y/n’s head as he looked down at her. “she’s…jennifer placed some sort of poisonous spell on her. that’s the best way i can understand it. it’s like her body is rejecting itself. and, so, she’s…she’s dying, stiles-“
“i know that!” stiles yelled, “we all fucking know that! so, just do something to save her!”
he swept a hand across the counter adjacent to his left hip, knocking all of the tools to the ground. a yell, deep and vicious, erupted from stiles’ throat, as the supplies clattered to the floor. the scream resounded throughout the room. allison and danny flinched. she kept her gaze pointed from the boy, too pained to look his way. danny shut his eyes, pressed his lips together. he was still trying to be strong, though hearing this news was starting to affect his demeanor. he wanted to scream, just like stiles. but, he held it all in.
meanwhile, isaac was watching stiles carefully in case he needed to step in. he crossed his arms over his chest. he, too, felt terrible for the boy, but he wore his heart in his ribcage, tucked away, private.
stiles put his back to them, head in his hands, shoulders heaving up and down while he sobbed. allison wanted to step forward, to comfort the boy. but, then, deaton was speaking again.
deaton, also a stoic mourner, cleared his throat, then said, “stiles.”
“what?” he whispered, tone laced with venom. he slowly turned around to face the vet. his eyes were now rimmed with a red, bloodshot look. stiles no longer tried to hide the tears racing down his face. it only made danny feel worse.
deaton spoke slowly, gently, a hand set out towards stiles as a treaty-like offer, “i-i don’t want to give you any false hope. but, i think there may be something we can try to do.”
“what is it?” stiles stepped forward, hands falling onto the table. he kept in mind deaton’s words and tried not to let the faith bubble in his chest. but he couldn’t really control his emotions right now. he was all over the place. one of his fists lifted, moving through the air as if he were rushing deaton’s idea. “what is it? what can we do?”
deaton tilted his head in slight disappointment because he knew stiles was clinging onto an idea that could end in flames, “you must understand, stiles…i don’t have the anecdote for this poison. everything i have will only hasten her death, which is why jennifer did this. she knew we wouldn’t be able to stop it. she knew y/n’s state would only slow us down, weaken our numbers.”
“i know,” stiles’ shoulders barely lifted in acknowledgement. this is exactly what he wanted to avoid, exactly why he had never told her about all of this. “i…figured. y/n was clear bait. an easy target. it’s- what can we do?”
“scott can give her the bite,” deaton hurried the words out within a breath. he was scared of their impact. “i’m not sure if she’s strong enough to turn, but…but it might just counteract her death. the bite and the poison could cancel each other out. but…there are chances it won’t work, stiles. if i’m wrong, she may still die. or…she may actually turn.”
“or she could turn into something worse,” allison whispered. stiles found her eyes, much to allison’s dismay, and she nearly shuddered from the look in his. his pupils were dark, threatening. allison looked away quickly.
danny had been caught up on everything by allison and isaac on their way down to the ambulance bay. he was able to finish a lot of their sentences because he had been suspecting something like what they were telling him. after all, jackson was his best friend. he knew something was off. and he’d done his own research.
the validation that he had been right about monsters hiding in the dark didn’t feel good, though.
danny wondered what she could turn in to. contrary to jackson, she was a good person. were there any monsters that were good in their disposition? any without claws and fangs and a deadly bite? he didn’t really want to find out.
stiles punched the table, ever so lightly, drawing danny from his own thoughts. “i want it done,” stiles demanded.
deaton braced a hand between them again, “stiles-“
“why is this even a question? i mean- we always go out of our way to save people we don’t even know!” he shouted as he took a step towards deaton. “and, now, suddenly it’s an issue. please, just…we have to save her!” his voice cracked again.
the doctor, though threatened by stiles angry demeanor, still didn’t falter. he simply lifted his chin in response, “okay. then, it’s really just up to scott, now. if he is willing to do it, then it can be done. i must ask, though, would she be okay with this?” he gestured to y/n.
danny took the moment to interject, for the first time in a long time, “sorry to interrupt, but, i-uh, she’d probably say yes. if the chances are she could die either way, she’d want us to at least try.” 
stiles nodded to danny, gratefully. the latter boy pushed himself back into the wall, sinking into himself.
“okay. then, we must wait for scott.”
everyone tucked in, preparing to wait as deaton said. isaac slid up onto the counter, legs dangling over the side. allison sat criss-cross on the floor as she worked on ensuring her bow was in one piece. stiles was stoic at y/n’s side, head tilted down to gaze at her. danny watched him for a moment, watched how he entwined his fingers with hers, pushed the hair back from her forehead, and cleaned some of the blood off of her chin.
danny pushed off of the wall and came to stand across from stiles. he followed the boy’s eyes down at y/n, a deep frown creasing his cheeks. he set a hand on her wrist and put the other against her palm. danny took a shuddering breath, pushing aside the anxiety and mourning crawling up his chest. he wanted to comfort stiles. so he tried to.
“i don’t know how she manages to look so pretty, even when dying,” danny shortly chuckled, hoping the joke wouldn’t be too harsh for stiles.
stiles jumped, just slightly, at the sound of danny’s voice. it took a second, but the joke finally clicked in his head. stiles appreciated the humor. “hm? oh, yeah…i- she’s so fucking beautiful. i don’t get it. and then she’ll say that she’s not, and i’m just, like…i wanna hit her, ya know?”
stiles looked up to danny. the older boy searched stiles’ eyes for a moment, and he didn’t have to force the smile that came onto his face.
“you love her so much,” danny simply said, a breathy laugh shortly off his tongue.
stiles didn’t know what to say. his head nodded in a hesitated manner, and he peeled his eyes off of danny.
y/n let out a heavy breath, her chest deflating from the effort. stiles brushed more hair behind her ear.
“i do…i…” his tongue darted out as he licked his lips, “i love her.”
danny reached out and wrapped a hand around stiles’ shoulder. he squeezed. stiles shot him a half-hearted smile.
they didn’t need to say anything else. after all, that was everything.
twenty more minutes passed. stiles tried not to stare at the clock, but he found his eyes flirting towards the teasing hands, moving ever so slowly.
isaac talked quietly to allison, who cleaned her bow about three times. her hands were shaking. danny stepped out, at one point, to call y/n’s parents, who were still struggling to find a flight home to see her.
he lied and told them she would be just fine.
finally, scott arrived, relieving some of the tension in the room. he came rushing in, breathless, rambling on about what he had learned. there was drying blood on his hands, on his shirt, but no one even questioned it. at this point, it was normal.
everyone listened intently,silently hoping that whatever information he had received would help them save y/n.
but, instead, it was about the other issue stiles was trying not to remember, “we have to find the nemeton! if we find that, we’ll find out parents! she has them trapped in the cellar beneath it. here-“
scott didn’t notice y/n, still sprawled out, lifeless, on the table in the center of the room. he smelled something weird, but his mind was racing with the excitement that they’d be able to save their guardians.
stiles glanced back down at y/n, hoping scott would cut himself off. he couldn’t find the strength to do so. allison and isaac even exchanged a wary glance as scott produced a map out of his jacket pocket. from what everyone else could see, it pictured highlighted telluric currents. as it flattened between his hands, scott stepped forward in orderto set it on the table. that’s when he noticed y/n.
scott slowly lowered the map and flicked his eyes to stiles. “wha- what’s happening?” scott asked. he glanced around to everyone else, “what’s wrong with her?”
“she’s dying,” stiles murmured.
“i know, but, i thou-“ scott hurriedly shifted his words to deaton, who shook his head, sadly. “i thought you’d bring her here, and she’d be okay. deaton- i thought you would be able to save her.”
“scott,” deaton gently interrupted, “there’s nothing i can do. whatever jennifer did to her, it’s unbreakable. none of my herbs would work. they’d just- speed it up. the only thing we can try is-“
“i’ll give her the bite,” scott glanced between stiles and deaton, a determined look in his eye.
stiles blinked rapidly as relief flooded him, “scott, you don’t have to do-“
“i have to,” scott raised a hand, “i want to. besides, this isn’t about me. it’s never been about me. it’s always been about protecting and saving innocent people, like y/n. if the bite would save her, then i have to do it. i can’t let her die.”
deaton leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. he was proud of scott for adopting such a morally right approach to the thing that could have changed him for the worse. but, deaton still had worries, concerns, “you know what this will entail, don’t you? you know the consequences of giving the bite?”
scott didn’t hesitate to nod, “i’ll do it.”
stiles’ spine straightened with an eager energy that pulsed through his blood. he nervously watched as scott turned his gaze down to y/n. scott’s brows furrowed slightly as he took in her deadly appearance. he set his hands, gently, on her arm. immediately, her pain shot up and through his veins. scott winced, and flinched his hands away. stiles squeezed her hand in response. that was never a good sign.
“she’s in a lot of pain,” scott breathed out.
stiles really wanted to say something rude, something sarcastic, something to press scott to go a little faster. but, he bit his tongue. it wasn’t the time, even if the humor would lighten his anxiety.
but, scott’s movements were painstakingly slow. he set his hands back on her wrist, paused as he took some more of her pain. it didn’t seem to want to let up. then, he lifted her arm in the air, inner wrist tilted towards his mouth. scott dipped his head back, a small groan coming from the back of his throat as his fangs protruded from his mouth. his eyes flashed yellow.
just as scott leveled his chin, opened his mouth to sink his fangs into y/n’s arm, lydia burst into the room. she always had impeccable timing with these things. “stop! wait, stop!”
everyone flinched, heads twisting around to look at the girl. she was breathing heavily, hair and dress soaked from the rain. she looked like she had been crying, voice hoarse from a scream that had been out of earshot. she’d had a premonition. lydia walked further into the light, “i know how to get her back.”
y/n lay there for what felt like forever. she stared up at the sky, the ceiling, whatever it was. it loomed overtop of her, a menacingly blank space. it seemed brighter up there, like there were lights somewhere above. if there were lights, that meant that had to be some sort of something in there with her. she wanted to get up and start running, try to find that something in this vast, dismal space, but she didn’t have the energy. she was dying- she knew it.
so she just lay there.
she could feel the life being drug out of her as each and every moment passed. yet, the only thing she could think of was him- stiles.
as her mind wandered, bringing comfort through the daydreams that played in her head, she thought about only him. she missed stiles so much. she knew it couldn’t have been that long, but she still missed him. she missed him before all of this- before she knew about the supernatural.
besides, no dying person wanted to go out alone. he was the one she’d pick to be next to as her final breaths were drawn out of her chest.
she wanted to go back to a week ago, in his bed. before she looked at his phone and everything was ruined. she yearned to feel his fingers ghosting her forearm, tracing the veins there like a pattern, slow and loving. the more she thought about his touch, about his chest beneath her cheek, his arms around her shoulders, she almost swore she could feel his calloused palm wrap around her wrist. it tickled, almost.
y/n shot open her eyes, brought her hand to her eyes, but realized there was no one there. she dropped her hand back down to her stomach. she tilted her chin to take a deep breath of his hoodie, which was acting as a makeshift pillow beneath her head. it didn’t help much. her neck ached slightly. but the smell- the smell of his room, his hair, his deodorant. it helped just a bit.
it brought out more vivid memories behind her eyelids. laying in his jeep, her music low on the radio, fog on the windows, rain beating down like a protective coating around the vehicle. just the two of them, always just the two of them, and an undeniable, desirable secret dangling between their chests.
y/n turned onto her side, curled her legs up to her stomach. she wanted to go back to sleep, so that time would maybe pass- if there even was time in this place. she noticed that she hadn’t coughed in a while. but whenever it would happen, the fit was disastrous. the perfectly white floor surrounding her was stained with clumpy, black splatters. her entire neck was coated in the liquid. and the skin of her fingers was unrecognizable. she squeezed her eyes shut in the hopes that she could go to sleep, avoid another coughing fit, dream about him…
dream about his lips pressed against her forehead. she would pretend like it hadn’t happened, again, if that was the cost. she would take that over this- yearning for him quietly, secretly. the feeling that she would die if he never looked at her, the feeling that she would die because she couldn’t have him the way she wanted. she would take unrequited nothingness of the reality of actual death.
y/n felt the tears welling up in her eyes again. she tilted her chin towards her chest, withering in on her curled up self. whatever this place was- the after life, a punishment, limbo- she just wanted it to end already. at this point, if she was dying, then she wanted to just die already!
y/n’s shoulder wracked with another sob. the wind whipped past her curled body, carrying on it a voice. she ignored it, knowing it wasn’t really there.
but, then, it rang out, again, this time, independent of the wind.
and, this time, it wasn’t so distance.
“y/n?!”
she slowly lifted her head, eyes scarcely searching the white space for where the voice might be coming from. then, as it continued yelling for her, she lifted her upper body from the ground, and twisted her spine to look behind her.
yet, there was no one there.
a moment passed and the yelling stopped. because of that seconds pause, y/n went to lay back down.
but, then, she heard her name again. this time, it was just an inch closer. this time, it sounded clearer, like somebody she knew, “y/n, y/n!”
she listened for a moment, and heard footsteps echoing off the ground, padding quickly across the space.
then, two other sets of footsteps, two other voices. calling her name. they weren’t just voices in her head, distant memories in her mind- they were here. in this place. with her. at her fingertips.
y/n stood, carefully, body aching and yelling at her to stay down. gravity pushed against her. but, she got up. she turned in a short circle, searching for those voices.
and, finally, she found them. she found him.
hundreds of feet away from her, seemingly stuck behind some invisible wall separating the space, they stood, calling out her name. he pounded a fist against the invisible barrier, veins in his neck protruding as he screamed her name again. scott and allison were at his shoulders, her name falling from their lips, too.
“stiles?” y/n cried out, voice cracking, weak, quiet. she took a deep breath, willed herself not to cough, “stiles!”
he finally could tell that she had seen them, and he started yelling louder. somehow, someway, he took a step forward, the wall no longer there. stiles seemed to lose his footing as it glitched in and out of existence, and he looked to his feet in confusion. then, when he realized she was just an inch closer, he took another step, then another, and, then, he was running.
y/n realized that she had to run, too. because, even though he was running as fast as possible, he still seemed worlds away. she had to get to them. she had to close the distance. she had to go. she grabbed stiles’ hoodie, braced her lungs with a deep breath, and took off. he was moving closer, inch by painful inch, until-
y/n ran into his chest, ricocheting off and nearly falling back onto her ass. stiles quickly reacted and grabbed his shoulders, steadying her. he crouched to meet her eye, searching her face as if he couldn’t believe it really was her.
as their eyes met, the world shifted, just one last time, finally clicking back onto it’s axis.
y/n’s shaking hands came slowly up to his cheeks as a sob escaped her. “stiles?” she whispered.
he nodded, just once, before squeezing her into his chest. “it’s me- i’m here. i’m here, baby.”
she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tightly, so he could never leave her again.
he would never leave her again.
like a line of dominos, everything began falling into place, quickly, righteously.
y/n clung to stiles’ side as they found the nemeton, tucked away in some corner of the woods, which appeared out of nowhere. it took them through his memory, but part of her own recollections, too. some distant evocation of a day spent with danny, practicing his time for cross country. she could hear his voice, but she couldn’t see him. eventually, she and stiles stumbled onto the large tree root, evident as the fall air whipping past them.
everything felt distant, still, unreal. though she could feel stiles there, beside her, she knew that this wasn’t reality. she couldn’t wait until this was all over, when they’d wake up in the animal clinic. when she could really touch him, his actual skin, there, right there for her to take and never let go.
after they found the nemeton, everything surrounding them glitched out to a pitch black dream. they fell into something similar to sleeping. y/n heard her name, whispered through the dark, like a question. she slowly came to, fingers twitching upon her stomach, eyelids fluttering open. the bright lights of the animal clinic shone down on her, and it took more than a moment for her eyes to adjust.
when they did, she saw dr. deaton, standing over her, holding a gentle hand to her cheek. he helped her sit up, slowly but surely, with his touch on her upper back. she swung her legs over the side of the table, groaning at the residing pain still lingering. it was fading, fast, but it still clung to her. as the feeling was coming back into her body, so was her memory, her awareness. she darted her eyes around the animal clinic, searching for stiles, when deaton said:
“here,” the vet held out a purple-ish liquid, contained in a shot glass. “drink this.”
y/n took it, hesitantly, from him, and drank it in small, awful sips. “what was that?” she made a crude face at the foul taste.
“herbs. to help you regain your remaining strength back,” he encouraged the idea with a small nod.
y/n thanked him, before accepting another glass. this time, luckily, it was just water. she glanced around the empty room, again, “where is everyone? where- where’s stiles?” she yearned for him.
“stopping jennifer. stiles and lydia went out to find the nemeton. to find his dad. everything will be over shortly,” deaton patted her shoulder.
“what am i supposed to do, in the meantime? i mean…i don’t know where i fit?” she was new to this dynamic. she felt she should be out there helping. she was, after all, considered a part of the pack now. didn’t that come with responsibilities? though, she had just almost died. surely there was time allocated to humans for rest and relaxation in this type of world?
“well,” deaton he crossed his arms over his chest, “what do you want to do?”
“go home,” y/n admitted with a short laugh.
“i’ll drive you.”
y/n twisted around at the sound of that familiar voice. danny stepped out of the shadowed corner of the room. he had been giving her and deaton space as she was brought back to life. but, he couldn’t wait any longer. his best friend almost died. and now, he could finally take her home, to safety, to quiet, to peace.
deaton nodded, once, before stepping out of the room. his role in this chapter was completed.
meanwhile, y/n jumped off of the table, hurriedly tossing her arms around danny. he squeezed her in the tightest hug they had ever exchanged. their reunion was sweet, sentimental, full of tears from either friend.
and, then, danny drove her home, as promised.
he helped her out of her blood-stained clothing, and into the hot shower. he waited, less than patiently, on her bed while she washed away all of the black staining her skin. when she was finally changed into pajamas, tucked up underneath her bed covers, her eyes were heavy again.
she was exhausted.
danny was going to stay the night, until her parents got home, the next day. so, he hugged her one last, lingering time before retreating to the guest room, hesitantly.
y/n wanted to fall asleep, and wake up in tomorrow, when, hopefully, things will have washed away, sorted themselves out. but, she also knew that, eventually, this would happen again. based on the stories she’d heard, they always did. so, as her mind raced with the worries of that version of tomorrow, she felt her body wake up a bit more.
she just wanted stiles.
this day could not end any better than if stiles would just come back to her.
she climbed out of bed, paced down to the kitchen, and nursed a glass of water as her phone rang. y/n waited, impatiently, as the line beeped.
“hey,” stiles’ voice finally shone through.
y/n wanted to scream with joy, but she simply said, “hi.”
stiles breathed out a heavy sigh, “are you okay?”
“in one piece, somehow,” she managed a small chuckle. “what about you? is your dad alright?”
“he’s sleeping now.”
she was grateful to hear that. “and you, stiles?” he had just been through the hardest few days of his life.
stiles, elbow against the windowsill of his jeep, hand lazily rested on the steering wheel, blinked away exhausted tears. “fine…i guess. as fine as i can be.”
“stiles,” y/n nearly interrupted with a grin on her lips, “please, come over.”
he peered out his window, where her house sat, peacefully, on it’s precipice. the moon hung low behind it, enticing him to step inside. but, after all this, he knew what he must do. for her, her safety, her livelihood.
“i can’t,” his voice almost cracked.
y/n’s face fell, heart sinking into her stomach, “what? why? why not? is there- i thought everything was worked out. i thought that you guys solved everything?”
“we did,” he tapped his fingers against the wheel anxiously, “we did…this time. but- there’ll be other problems. there’ll be other druids trying to take your head off and alpha packs trying to kill all of us. it’ll never stop, y/n. i can’t, with sound mind and heart, drag you into this, knowing what i know. seeing what i’ve seen. i can’t- i have to just…end this.”
in the silence that followed stiles’ confession, y/n picked at the kitchen countertop. she didn’t cry- she didn’t even feel the need to. because she knew this wasn’t the end. she knew it would never end. it was- whatever they had- unbreakable. it was heaven. it was everything.
and she loved him. she’d never stop loving him.
“are you here?” she finally spoke.
the painful silence had only spurred more tears on stiles’. he pressed a hand to his lips, as if rubbing them would force the cries away. but, when she asked him that, his body took a pause. “wh-what?”
“you’re outside, aren’t you?” y/n pushed up off of her seat. she began marching to the front door, stopping only to put on shoes, unwilling to hear his answer. she knew he was.
sure enough, his jeep sat on her road, idling. she shook her head, that grin still sat upon her face. as she began the long walk down her driveway, she spoke, “i realize now how often you’d sit out here, watching my house, making sure i was safe. my brain always said it wasn’t you, but that freshman down the street, who drives that black jeep. it’s too dark out to see that robin egg blue on roscoe. but, no, it’s been you along. you’ve always been here, protecting me.”
“y/n, please, i-“
she hung on him. she was at the jeep door, now. stiles met her eyes, glanced away as he tried to stay strong. he was ending this. he had to. he didn’t want her pretty eyes and soft face to break him down and give in.
but, she knocked on his window.
stiles huffed, turning off the jeep, and stepping out. “y/n, please, you need to-“
“i have spent the last three months pushing you away. i have spent three months convincing myself that you weren’t everything to me. convincing myself that we were only friends, that even though you make me laugh like nobody has ever made me laugh, you didn’t mean the world to me. i have spent so, so long ignoring all the signs, ignoring all of these feelings that i have for you- and yesterday? i almost died. i realized just how precious what we have is. and, if there’s going to be other alpha packs, other crazy english teachers with some weird grudge against all my creative writing assignments, then i’m not going to waste the time that we have letting you go, again. not again, stiles. i have you- i’ve had you, i’ve had you right between my fingers this entire time. and i’ve just been letting you run like water. but, i’m not doing that again. i’m not letting that happen.”
stiles shook his head, removed her gaze from his. he couldn’t bear it. he couldn’t bear this. he just wanted to kiss her, but he couldn’t. get back in your jeep and drive away, stiles.
“okay- i just-you know that being with me means having a target on your back. and, you may be okay with that, but i am not. y/n, we can move on from this, okay? i can- i can let you go if it means you will be safe. and you’ll easily get over me. i know you think- i know you have these feelings, but, i also know you never wanted to get attached in the first place. i know you probably really even aren’t. i promise-“ he bullshitted himself.
“i love you, stiles. and i know that’s the worst thing you wanted to hear right now because it changes everything,” she stepped closer, demanding his eye contact. stiles pressed his back into the jeep, trying to shrink away. “and, i know that you love me. you didn’t have to tell me. i’ve felt it- i’ve felt it from you on more than one occasion. and it’s, it’s not the kind of love that you just let go, or get over. it’s- yeah, it’s dangerous and it’s terrifying to hear and it has the worst timing and it changes everything in the world. but, i love you, stiles.”
he lifted his chin, slammed his fist into his palm, weighing over everything in his mind. he didn’t need to- he knew what he felt, but then he knew what was right. and, not even deep down, he knew what to do. what he wanted to do. but, it was the choosing to do so that terrified him. that made him anxious, that made him feel like that pathetic, weak human everyone thought he was. he wouldn’t be able to protect her like he wanted. he wouldn’t be able to stop an attack on her, like yesterday had proven. he wouldn’t be able to ensure she’d get to go to college, that she’d even make it to graduation. if they did this, if he let her do this with him, she’d be in immense danger every second of the day.
but, he knew if he didn’t do this- he wouldn’t be able to breathe. he’d suffocate without her. she made him feel stronger, she made him feel better. she made him feel human in the best way, in the way that was never weak, nor pathetic- in the way that only humans can feel and love.
so, he made that hard choice, and he chose that hard thing.
and he kissed her.
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Absolutely take ur time but honestly your writing is godly😭 I think I’d absolutely explode if you did a teasing smut of felix w his voice. There’s a lot of sub felix and not enough dom even tho i feel like he’d be soft dom. But rougher sometimes hehe lol
Thank you for the huge compliment, I'm extremely happy that there are people who enjoy my writing - it's such motivation!
Here's your request, I hope it's what you wanted ✨❤️
SMUT WARNING
It's been almost a week since Felix has gone to Tokyo for a show, and you're already struggling to keep your hands to yourself when you see him dancing to Taste on the big stage, Stays screaming their lungs out while you sit huddled on your couch, neediness growing every time his fancam zooms in on his perfect body.
You and Felix haven't been intimate in weeks, he's been too tired from the busy schedule building up to this show, but thankfully after this performance, he's all yours until another show gets scheduled.
For this very reason, you and Felix came up with a deal - no touching yourselves until you see each other again, which you happily agreed to, thinking he'd struggle more since dancing turned him on so much, but watching him lay on the stage, hips being brought up and head thrown back while his hand slowly drags up his body, you're sure you're suffering the most.
Your tiny hands form fists next to your sides, restraining with all your might.
The performance continues and it feels like it's never going to end, not that you want it to, but seeing your boyfriend roll his hips and thrust into the air so devilishly makes your mind want to go feral, small squeals leaving your mouth whenever he lifts his eyebrows and smirks at the fancam.
It's when God's Menu comes up that you almost want to lose it completely, Felix's deep voice booming at top volume through your speakers pushing the urges beyond the ability to keep them contained, and your hand moves on its own when it creeps into your pajama shorts, your head falling back onto the couch at the long-awaited relief your fingers finally provide.
They aren't nearly as skilled as Felix's fingers, it's true what Stays said when they saw the clip of his fingers dancing over the keyboard - he really does know exactly how to use them, so you didn't get as much relief as you would've liked to, but having waited so long and with the built-up sexual frustration, a thigh shaking orgasm was welcomed when you continued to listen to Felix's voice, exiting the live performance and going to his songs just to hear his ocean deep voice.
Once your breathing came back down to normal again, guilt washed over you like a tsunami and you realized that you were going to have to tell Felix that you broke the deal, and he wasn't going to be happy about it - he always stuck to your deals and he never cheated, you just knew he'd freak out.
Guilt was eating you up from the inside, the moment you saw him at the airport to pick him up you hid your face in the crook of his neck, trying your best to swallow tears that might possibly try to sneak out and thankfully, he didn't notice, but he was eager to get home which you ignorantly blamed on being tired and wanting to relax.
After a decent meal that you made for the both of you, Felix called you from where you were cleaning the kitchen to the living room where he was sitting and watching a movie, growing more and more concerned at what he had picked up over the last few hours - you were definitely avoiding him.
You were guilt-consumed, embarrassed to admit to Felix what you had done, but you knew that it had to be said, you were going to have to tell him at some point.
"Love, you wanna take a shower?" he asks once you enter the living room, keeping your distance from him by standing in the doorway because you get the feeling he's aware of your strange behavior.
"Sure, I'll take the guest room's shower," you say, spinning on your heels and about to rush out when he calls your name, rather sternly.
"Yeah?" you squeak, remaining facing away from him.
"What's going on?" he asks, his voice getting louder as he approaches you, hands resting on your waist once he reaches you.
"N-nothing," you whisper, his touch causing goosebumps to instantly explode all over your skin, his fingertips tickling the exposed skin under your crop top.
"Come on, talk to me," he whispers, his soft but deep voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine.
"I-" you begin, defensive walls already crumbling when his hands slip under your shirt and begin to trail up your sides, the contact you've been longing for making your knees weak.
"Tell me," he says, voice hoarse and breathy as he whispers.
"I touched myself," you blurt out, slapping your hand over your mouth the moment the confession slips from your lips.
He tenses against your back, hands halting in their movements as he straightens himself and you whip yourself around to face him.
"You what?" he asks, this time not as soft as he spoke just now.
"I-I'm sorry, I-I was watching your performance a-and God's menu came up and y-your voice, it-I couldn't hold back anymore, I'm so sorry, Felix," you feel relief as your crime is admitted, guilt was eating you up from the inside and it was becoming agonizing to keep it in.
Felix frowns, black strands of hair falling into his eyes as he tilts his head down to look at you, "My voice?"
You feel a blush spread over your cheeks and neck, Felix knows you love his deep voice, but he doesn't know how much it turns you on.
He gives a breathy chuckle at your flustered look, "So my deep voice…made you cum?"
You scoff at him, rolling your eyes as you try to hide your quivering pupils because he's inching closer, his voice diving deeper with each word.
He lifts his hands to cup your face, thumbs rubbing over your flushed cheeks as he searches your face and waits for you to look at him.
You flicker your eyes upward, met with his hooded, dark brown eyes that send a shiver down your spine.
He places a peck on your lips, his touch soft and because you're so deprived of Felix, such a small attempt at satisfying your lust isn't enough, you chase his lips with a pucker when he pulls away.
"No baby," he scoffs when he sees your eyes still shut, lips hungry for more, "You don't get more."
You shoot your eyes open, met with his tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips and they glisten with his spit so beautifully, so tempting you could just give in to lust completely, you whine childishly at his held-back actions.
Felix drops his hands, interlacing his fingers with one of your hands, and begins to walk into the passage of the dorm.
"Where are we going?" you ask, curiosity as well as excitement growing in your chest when his hand squeezes yours and he pulls you into the bathroom.
He reaches behind you to lock the door, movements slow when he leans his head in, breathe tickling your ear.
"Shower with me," he says, body heat radiating off of his and melting your already burning skin, shivers and sparks igniting in your body when his fingertips trail up your arms and play with the strings of your spaghetti top, dropping the material down your shoulders.
"F-Felix," you whisper, his teasing tone starting to build all that sexual frustration you thought you relieved.
In general, Felix is gentle and soft, especially during sex but there's been a few times that his lust has taken over him and he forgot to be gentle, not that you ever complained. In fact, those were the times you came the hardest.
You're not exactly sure what you expected from the elder this time, you know he's disappointed about the deal he fought so fucking hard to keep, but a gasp leaves your throat when Felix tugs your shirt down to scrunch at your waist, your nipples already hard, eager and jolting at the sudden roughness.
He smirks at your surprise, and cups both your breasts in his hands, bringing them closer to each other. He looks at you, your flustered expression and red, swollen lips making his dick twitch in his jeans, and he drops his tongue out of his mouth to swipe it over your left nipple.
Your breath shudders, over-sensitive skin tingling whenever he does so much as breath against you.
He switches sides, dragging his tongue over your other nipple and earning another sigh from you as your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in his dark strands.
"You like that?" he asks when he comes up to meet you face to face and you weakly nod your head, wetness gathering in your panties.
His hands glide up your bare chest, over your collarbones, and over your shoulders. You feel his hands creep into your hair and you expect a gentle tug, but instead, the pull he delivers to your hair is harsh and it drops your head back to utterly expose your neck, a moan slipping from your lips involuntarily.
His lips latch onto your throat, nipping and sucking hard enough to make you shiver and whimper at the stinging pain.
"You shouldn't have touched yourself," he growls against your bruised skin, his deep voice vibrating against you.
" 'm sorry," you whine, a gasp leaving when he begins to mark your throat on the other side.
"You're gonna be," he adds, one hand dropping from your hair to the waistband of your shorts, creeping his way inside your panties.
You whimper when he finally touches your soaked pussy, your eyes fluttering shut at his middle finger that drags between your folds.
He lifts your head to look at him, your panting and desperate state his ultimate weakness, not that he'll show it now, now you need to be taught a lesson.
"Ahng-Felix, please," you whimper, desperate to feel his fingers inside of you, to replace your memory of the previous orgasm from your own fingers with a new reminder of his.
"Please what?" he breathes against your ear, holding you close with his tight grip on your hair.
"Please- y-your fingers," you plead, your fingernails digging into his arms in an attempt to urge him on for more.
You feel him slip two of his fingers inside, finally blessing you with some relief, his palm pressed against your clit and rubbing slowly as he moves his hand against you.
"Is this what it felt like?" he asks, a hint of jealousy in his tone.
"W-what?" you stutter.
He bites on your earlobe, fingers curling and hitting your sweet spot when he angles his hand.
"When you were touching yourself, were you imagining my fingers instead?" he asks against your ear, going back to bite it.
"Yes, God yes Felix," you confess, voice strained and desperate.
"My voice in your ear, that's what you want don't you?" he breathes, the vibrations of his voice running through your eardrum.
"Yes! Fuck, that's what I want," you whimper.
"You want it?" he growls, hand tightening on your hair and hand moving faster against your pussy, slick noises filling the air of the bathroom.
"Please!" you cry out, the rubber band in your stomach about to snap.
He pulls his fingers out of you instantly, his hand disappearing from your hair as well and you can hear the unbuttoning and unzipping of pants, when you glance down, Felix's dick is out of his jeans, hard and oozing with shiny precum.
You reach down to touch it, but he grabs your wrist and spins you around, pressing your face and chest against the closed bathroom door.
With his other hand, he pulls your shorts down, just to under your ass, and presses on your lower back and you respond with an arch of your back, sticking out your ass for him.
"Eager, huh?" he chuckles, hand guiding himself to your hole.
You hum in agreement, giving him your other hand to hold behind your back.
He inches closer, sinking into you and allowing your wetness to glide him into your abnormally tight pussy. He knew you were tight because his two fingers already struggled, but feeling you with his dick just proved you were even tighter than he expected.
"Oh god," he breathes, forcing himself through your tightness as your insides swallow his dick and welcome him home.
You whine at the stretch, one thing Stays don't know about Felix is the size and width of his cock - that's something only you know.
He looks up to see if you're okay, finding your eyes closed and drool about to drop from your lips and it's too much for him, too much to hold back, so he starts to snap his hips into you, his hips meeting your thighs with the most sinful, dirty smacks, the door banging lightly as he fucks you against it.
He leans down, pushing himself deeper into you, while he pulls you up by your shoulder, reaching depths no one's fingers ever could.
"My voice turns you on so much you couldn't even wait," he growls into your ear, your eyes rolling shut at his dirty teasing and deep voice.
"So, now," he grunts, hips stuttering and you whine at how deep he's buried into you, your pussy clenching repeatedly with every moan you give.
"You can hear me when I cum," he growls, his moans deep and deadly as he explodes inside of you, strings of cum shooting into you fast and hot.
"If you," he grunts, hips thrusting to shoot deeper, "had waited," he breathes deeply, dick twitching as it unloads, "I would've fucked you slow and softly."
You feel the cum begin to drip out of your pussy and down your thighs and when he pulls out, it gushes out of you. Your chest heaves, panting at his roughness and kink you were able to indulge in.
He releases your hands, your arms are sore from being held back but you wouldn't have wanted it any different.
"Woah," you shiver, feeling your combined juices running down the back of your knees.
Felix strips from his remaining clothes and chuckles at your reaction.
"Come," he says, pulling your pants down your legs and throwing them to the side once you step out of them, "Let's shower."
You happily oblige, but your legs are shaky so he holds you by your waist as he helps you into the shower.
Once you're both in, you begin to pepper kisses over his shoulders that are red from your scratching and nails, and you press your body against his.
"Thank you," you whisper against his skin, and he tilts your head up with his finger to look at him, placing a peck on your red lips.
He smiles fondly, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes, and he grabs your waist to press you against the shower door.
You gasp, looking up at him in shock but all he does is smirk down at you.
"I didn't say I was done," he chuckles sarcastically, and you both look down at his dick, already rock hard and red, hungry for more.
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hiiii!! I just saw your post about Jason X child of Apollo and it was so good😭 🫶🏼 I was wondering if you could write about Jason again but maybe a daughter of Demeter and he trains her in sword fighting while he’s at camp halfblood and she’s teaching him some basics in gardening and they begin to gain feelings for each other?? thank you so much <3
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Demeter!Fem!reader x Jason Grace
A/N: Omg am so glad you like my other fic! And I hope you really enjoy this one as well. I maybe deferred a bit from the original request but hope you like it. <3
Contains: fluff, characters very occ, kind of fasted paced sorry.
Word count: 3.3k
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It was no secret to anyone that you had a big fat crush on Mark from the Ares cabin. You  constantly found yourself at the amphitheater, like a lovesick puppy in hopes to catch a glimpse of the son of Ares, drenched in sweat beating some random kid to a pulp. Even going as far as going to infirmary after capture the flag ready to nurse him back to health–even if you didn't have healing powers–you didn't hide your attraction. Maybe it was a Demeter thing to fall for hard-headed boys with egos higher than Zeus himself. Usually, you helped the satyrs with growing strawberries and keeping the camp green and filled with flowers. But after numerous attempts to grab Mark’s attention with spider lilies and anthuriums, only to find left to die (even if it took you days to grow perfect glowing red flowers for his sake). You decided on a new approach: impressing him with your fighting skills to show him you could be someone worthy of his father’s attention. 
That’s why you now found yourself on the training grounds, searching for a certain blonde. After Luke's departure, you were told Jason was the next best thing, knowing both Greek and Roman techniques that might catch Mark's eye. Jason was dripping sweat as he finished slicing a poor dummy, stopping to catch his breath and drenching himself in ice-cold water from his bottle. You weren't oblivious; he did look handsome like this, but he was no Ares boy. 
“I need your help Grace,” you interrupted his little show. He looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to say. “How can I help you …” he seemed to be trying to remember your name, as if it was on the tip of his tongue, but you quickly finished his sentence presenting yourself “I’m Y/N L/N from cabin 4, and I need you to teach me how to use a sword,” you said, hands crossing in front of your chest as Jason still seemed stuck in though. 
“I think they have instructors in this camp for that, “ he said, confused at what was happening. Most of the campers here were friendly and cheery. You, on the other hand seemed the complete opposite, you were not rude, just slightly demanding and a bit mother-like. 
“I know but none can offer me what you have,” you replied, looking up and down at the boy. He seemed way too awkward for his good. It made you chuckle, seeing him become even more confused. “I’m not threatening you or anything,” you laughed. “I’m trying to impress someone. I need to learn from the best of the best to get his attention.” You started to blush at the thought of Mark. 
‘oh so she's doing this for a stupid crush’ Jason thought as he cleared his throat, bringing you back from your daydreaming. “Yeah I can help you, but at a price. I’m not cheap,” he said, expecting you to decline. Who would want to pay someone for sword lessons when they were free.? But he didn't know you were so desperate that you would pay him 500 drachmas just for a lesson 
“I'll make your cabin look presentable for inspections. How about that?” you asked, remembering how Miranda complained about how clean yet dirty the Zeus cabin was. It was like he tried but stopped halfway, landing Jason with dish duty a few times. How could he refuse an offer like this? Really, you would clean his cabin, and he only had to teach you sword fighting sounds like a win in Jason's book 
“Okay deal, but we can only practice after lunch and if I get put on dishwashing duty, the deal is off,” he said, holding his hand out. “Then I guess you’ve got yourself a deal, Grace,” you responded, shaking his hand. “I'll be at your cabin after breakfast before inspections. You'll forget that dish duty is even a thing.” You dropped his hand, walking back to the strawberries to work, leaving poor Jason still confused by the whole interaction.
You didn't lie when you said you would be there after breakfast. Your hair was down, and you wore the camp shirt with some denim shorts paired with your favorite trainers. Knocking on the door, you hadn't seen Jason at breakfast, so you assumed he slept in, something he tended to do. You guessed your slamming on the door woke the poor boy up as he opened the door, his glasses messily put on and with a severe case of bed head. 
“Took you long enough, inspections are in an hour” You pushed him aside, excusing yourself entering the cabin. Jason was still trying to wake up, annoyed that you just walked in like it was your cabin. “Oh, please come in thank you for waking me up,” he said sarcastically, closing the door. “Like I said inspections in an hour, and I said I would be here after breakfast. I don't lie, sparky. Nice pajamas, by the way,” you snickered. Jason didn't seem to like the sudden nickname as you started dusting off his nightstand. 
“What's with the nicknames? We only just met yesterday,” he questioned, grabbing fresh clothes to replace his current Superman pajamas, embarrassed by his current state. “Well, the nickname is staying, sparky, and correction you met me yesterday. I met you since you arrived at camp. You're famous among girls, Jason ". You continued to clean up the cabin. It was easy since he was the only one living here, so you wouldn't take long making this place sparkle, unlike your cabin. 
Jason couldn't help blushing at your words. What did you mean he was ‘popular’ among girls? He could consider himself more average really. He walked towards the bathrooms to freshen up a bit and change his clothes, finishing by adding some vases you bought with you, adding water to them and growing some beautiful blue stars and hibiscus effortlessly, placing them by the windows. You left the cabin before Jason could come out, escaping to your camp activities. 
Jason heard another knock as he rolled his eyes. It was probably whoever was doing inspections. He looked around seeing your work. You left the place spotless with flowers adding to the dull, pasty white cabin. It looked nice. “I’m coming in, Jason '' he heard a familiar voice say. At least it wasn't some random camper he didn't know this time. Piper opened the door stepping in with a scroll and pen “You better have cleaned this–” she cut herself off looking around. “Wow you did great. Oh my gods, are those flowers? They’re so beautiful!” She said, getting close to smell them. “You outdid yourself, Jason, You get a 4 out of 5.” Piper left as Jason stood there in shock, He really could get used to this. 
Now being lunchtime and finally relaxing after inspections, the Demeter cabin, of course, received a 5 out of 5. Still, the Aphrodite cabin had beaten you guys for shower privileges. You sat with the rest of your siblings, enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich with some apples, and your goblet filled with your favorite drink. As you ate away, starving from being out in the heat, you were interrupted by Miranda's stare. She kept looking at you up and down like you had something on your face. 
“Can I help you?” you said, looking back at her, confused at this random stare-off. “I heard from Drew that cabin 1 had flowers in it,” she said. “Um, thanks for the information, I guess,” you responded, getting back to your meal. “I thought you like Mark, not Jason” said Stev, chiming himself into the conversation. Now it seemed that all your siblings were interested in this random conversation. “Who said those flowers are mine?” “Nobody said anything about the flowers being yours,” Miranda rebutted. “Well, it was implied, and I still like Mark. I’m just doing Jason a favor,” you defended. You didn't enjoy the sudden interest in your life that your siblings seem to have. Of course, you love them, and you shared most information with them,but you just didn't find this to be relevant enough to be discussed at lunch. 
“Are you trying to make him jealous? I have to tell Sherman,” Miranda continued. “I'm not trying to make anyone jealous, so don’t rat me out to your boyfriend. I’m just being a friendly camper.” You technically weren’t lying. You just wanted to stop this conversation. It was none of their business if you gave another boy flowers. “Well, I'll drop this, but maybe it will help you move on from Mark. He doesn't seem that interested in you.” You loved Miranda, really , but you just wanted to eat in peace.
You stood up annoyed at your sister. “I'm not moving on, and I just wanted to eat peacefully. Thank you.” You stomped over, dropping the rest of your food in the pit, and walked towards the training fields. You half expected Jason not to be there yet, probably enjoying his lunch, yet it was Jason Grace; he was already there, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Aren't you going to get lunch?” You were starting to think this boy doesn't eat and only trains. “Already did,” he responded blandly, dropping the fake sword and flipping his shirt to clean off the sweat on his forehead. You could slightly see his abs turning around at the sight. “Thanks for the cabin,” he finally said, clearing his throat and making you look back “Yeah, well, now it's your time to hold your end of the deal.” Jason grabbed another wooden sword and walked closer to you, he handed you the sword. 
“Okay now show me how you hold it,” he said as you placed your hands on the handle, unfamiliar with it. You looked up at Jason as he judged your stance. He got behind you, wrapping his hands around yours and adjusting them. “You should hold it kind of like a tennis racquet. Place this hand here.” You were glad he couldn't see your face because you couldn't help but blush at the feeling of his rough, calloused hands. They felt so nice around yours that you wished they could stay there. You seemed to snap yourself back to reality at your train of thought, you were doing this for Mark, you reminded yourself. Jason backed away and grabbed his sword again 
“Once you have your hands like that, try swinging it like this,” he demonstrated the move with such ease, as if sword fighting was like breathing to him. You tried what seemed to be an easy move and failed. You frowned, thinking this was going to be easy. It's just a stick. How hard could it be? “It's fine if you don't get it the first time. You need to be one with the sword, feel the movements flow with the air, adapt yourself, and don't take your eyes off the target,” he said, demonstrating some moves on the dummies. Jason was a natural. He looked majestic moving with the wind, hitting the dummy again and again. He stopped looking back at you, your mouth was in awe, still holding your wooden sword 
“Yeah, Sparky, I’m quitting, this is too hard. You make it look so easy” you said, dropping the sword. “You're not quitting.It's not easy at first, believe me, but you'll get the hang of it. Trust me, just give it time. Now, grab that sword, starting from the beginning” you did he said. Now finally understand why people always were so sweaty after sword practice, as you kept repeating motions one after the other, following Jason's lead. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought, or maybe a certain blonde made things a little bit more bearable.
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You would be lying if you said being with Jason wasn’t enjoyable. After several weeks of training with Jupiter's son, you would go as far as to say you guys are friends. You started to look forward to your little session after lunch, eating your food as soon as possible and leaving your siblings in the dust before they could ask any questions. It wasn't like this was a secret or anything, but you also were not vocal about Jason helping you, especially since it was supposed to be a surprise for Mark, or at least that's how it started.
 Over the past few weeks, Jason somehow knew how to tumble down your walls, your once harsh and sometimes rude demeanor falling. You found yourself laughing at his nerdy puns and craving the feeling of his hands on your waist as he corrected your form. But that's how friends feel about each other, right? Jason couldn't complain either, your presence brought a certain peace to his life, and he kept getting great shower slots, his cabin being decorated always with the most gorgeous flowers from salvia, bluebells, lobelias, hydrangeas, iris, and much, much more. Seeing every new flower brought a smile to his face, unlike a certain Ares boy, he took care of them. Your cleaning services evolved to gardening services as you taught him how to take care of each one properly or how to press them once dead. Jason had his little secrets in the corner of his small closet. He placed a box with every pressed flower you had grown for him, but that's what friends do, right?
Finding yourself in the strawberry fields working on the current order the ‘Delphi strawberry service’ had to fulfill, every time you found yourself growing plants or tending to them, you couldn't help but escape to your little world, concentrating on the feeling of the vines, the roots, and the way the wind blew. Everything was perfect as a small batch of strawberries started to materialize. 
“That's impressive,” a deep voice called. You swear your heart skipped a beat as a small bush of larkspur grew. “Gods, Jason, announce your comingings and goingings please,” you said, a hand over your heart, trying to calm it down. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” he laughed. “I didn't know that would happen,” he pointed towards the flowers, crouching down to touch them. 
“Yeah, Demeter kids can sometimes grow things when startled, their larkspur, July birth flowers,'' you explained, making them disappear, turning back your attention towards the strawberries. “My birthday is July,'' he said, frowning at the disappearance of the flowers. “Really? Didn't know that." Lies, you did know that Jason's birthday was in July. You knew why those flowers popped up, but he didn't need to know that. “I’m busy, sparky. Do you need anything?” That once annoying nickname came to grow on him, the sound of your voice was like honey to him, so sweet he couldn't get enough. 
“First I want you to make those flowers again, and second, I wanted to ask you for advice,” he said, starting to whisper the last part. You continued looking at the strawberries, using your other hand to create a small batch of larkspurs, Jason gently grabbed them, handling them with surprising care.  
“Cabin 6 is that way if you want advice,” you pointed towards the cabins with your free hand, now picking some strawberries off, staking them in green crates. “Yeah, no, this is more of a Demeter question than an Athena one,” he said, peeling his eyes off the flowers and looking back at you. “You see, I think this girl is cute and I want to make a bouquet for her,” he said, averting his eyes, getting nervous all of a sudden. You didn't expect him to ask you for such a favor, this girl must be perfect for Jason to want to do such a grand gesture, but you also didn't expect to feel so jealous about this girl. 
“I think this is more of a Cabin 10 thing, maybe you should ask Piper,” you said, like venom spilling out your tongue as petunias began to replace small daisies that lay on the ground. 
“I already talked to Piper, and she said I should talk to you,” he responded, not noticing the small circle of flowers that surrounded you now. Getting up, ready to walk away from this conversation, you looked back at Jason. “Get her Azaleas, girls like those.” Correction. You liked those. You didn't understand your current rage of jealousy. You liked Mark, Jason was just a friend nothing more. You walked away before he could say anything else, heading directly towards the training grounds. Now that you seem to be decent with a sword, it was quite relaxing to destroy dummies when you had these fits of rage. 
“Not half bad, Y/N,” spoke a voice. You tensed up, directing your attention towards them. “Oh hi, Mark.” You couldn't help but feel a blush creep up your cheeks, but still, for some reason, you didn't feel a storm of butterflies like you did before. 
“I miss the flowers, you seem to be avoiding me,” he said, fake pouting. More like you miss the attention, you thought. “Well, I've been busy lately,” you replied, trying your best to look everywhere but his eyes. He seemed to smirk, at his seeing the effect he had on you 
“I've seen you with that Zeus boy. If you needed help with a sword, you could've just asked me,” he racked his hand through his hair, getting closer to you. You should’ve been happy that Mark finally seemed to notice you, but it just felt wrong. You wanted Jason to be there. 
“She's quite happy with her current teacher,” Jason quickly slung his arm around your waist ,pulling you closer to him. Mark scoffed, turning his ego crushed into pieces. “I thought you liked him, you looked kind of uncomfortable there,” Jason said letting you go once Mark left. You missed the warmth of his arm. Gods, you think you like Jason. You couldn't say you were surprised. After spending some time sparing, bodies full of sweat colliding with one another, or how he touched you to correct your form, hands lingering a little more than they should. 
Your eyes were stuck on Jason's, blue just like morning glories. Then they traveled down to his lips. Gods, this boy was making it impossible to form words. Completely unaware of your racing thoughts, you said, “I think I like this other guy,” stepping closer. You didn't know what you were doing, but you hoped you wouldn't be left looking like a fool. 
“Oh really?” He sounded sad, even frowning a bit. “I’m sure he's handsome,” Jason tried to act interested in this new information, but he could not help but feel equally as jealous. Couldn't you see how much he liked you, how even agreed to this whole thing because you had caught his eye? 
“Yeah, he's handsome, good with a sword. It's kind of hot seeing him practice every day,” he said, stepping closer to Jason as he just stood there, not knowing what to do. It always made you laugh at how awkward he could be at times, not knowing what to do or how to act. 
“Whenever he uses glasses it makes him look cuter. It makes me want to stare into his eyes forever” Not going to lie, that made you cringe, but this whole situation was making you cringe. Wrapping your hands around his neck Jason couldn't help but smile, finally understanding where you were going with this. You instantly pulled him down, your lips colliding finally as you felt him smile into the kiss. 
“I think he likes you too” he whispered, your faces are so close. “Thought you liked another girl, one that you wanted to give flowers to,” Jason instantly facepalmed himself. Even after kissing and confirming his feelings, you stayed as dense as ever. 
“Yeah Y/N I like you. I wanted to give flowers to you,” he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you in for another kiss. “Meet me after the campfire in my cabin?” he said. “It's a date,” you smiled, pulling back again for another kiss. 
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fiorella-a · 8 months
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A secret to be kept
Streamer! Aged up! Future! Kenma x Reader
Concept:
-While playing a horror game full of jumpscares, he blurted out something– and that something was supposed to be a surprise for you.
Info:
-Gn! Reader
-Fluff
-Some cussing here and there
•Kodzuken is online
•Kodzuken's stream will start in 1 minute!
•Kodzuken is now live, click to join!
"Hello Everyone. Good evening, afternoon or morning to each of you here. Today we are playing a game called?"
"The hunt!" You say excitedly, "Me and Kenma are in a call because I'm currently visiting a friend."
Kenma smiles at the camera while nodding at your words.
Chat:
:LMAO THOUGHT U KICKED THEM OUT 😭😠
:Heard that's a scary game
:Start! Start! Start! ✊✊✊
Kenma pauses while reading the chat, "alright Calm down and let's play the game, Y/n do you wanna read the game's information?"
"This game is in beta and is currently being observed for issues or bugs, please leave your reviews on what should be changed or whatnot.
Warning: this game will contain jumpscares out of nowhere. For those with weak hearts, please exit the game immediately.
You and your friends (recommended to play in multiplayer) decided to go camping out in Icho Woods, that's famous for it's haunted stories. Finding out there is no such thing as Icho Woods, you are now stuck in the middle of nowhere and desperately surviving. But hey! At least the haunted stories are true, though.
The game is fictional, anything that references in real life is pure coincedence."
After reading, you breathe in and out, "that was breathtaking. Now let's go on, shall we?"
Kenma nods his head before replying to you, "let's go."
Chat
:GOODLUCK YA'LL
:Hi! One of the developers here, hope you enjoy it :)
:NO WAY
:GET THE SCREENSHOTS YA'LL
:Blessing to be in this stream fr 😩
:(2)
"Okayyy we spawned in" you say in a surprised tone
"One of the creators of the game is here. I recommend adding a short cutscene of how we got here." Kenma looks at the camera and smiles politely.
Chat:
:The smile‼️‼️
:We're working on it! We're also planning on adding more lives for the players.
:AYO THE DEVELOPERS ARE SO NICE
A crawl was heard along with the sound of cracking bones. "What the hell was that? If i could be an emoji, it'd be the crying one" You say as you laugh nervously
Kenma chuckles at you, "No need to be af– THE FUCK?" Kenma swears as he gets killed.
Chat:
:We're working on that bug! If you stay at the spawn too long it'll kill you, promise we're working on it.
:Developers sweating nervously 💀
:LMAO STOP IT 😭
"Okay, I got killed too, yay!" You say still clearly nervous.
"Alright, follow me, love. I see a shed over there" Kenma says as he goes in first before your character follows along.
"We won't get killed here, right?" Kenma says jokingly
Chat:
:Nope! ☺️
:IMAGINE IF THE ROOF BREAKS AND THEY DIE
Kenma smiles at the chats.
"There's a battery here, i think it's for a light? A car? I'm not sure." You say to Kenma and at the chat.
"Oh, is that all?" "Yeah" "Alright, let's go out."
As Kenma opens the door at the shed, the monster was lurking around and spotted them. Giving them a thrill-chase. The monster climbs onto a tree before finally ending them.
"FUCK WILL YOU MARRY ME"
"HUH?!"
Chat:
:AYO KENMA?
:As developers, we didn't expect to help in a marriage.
:BRO IS DOWN BAD
:📷📸
Kenma coughs as he realizes what he said "Let's exit the game."
"Sure, sure." You agreed and followed along with him.
Once you both left the game, Kenma spoke again "Once you get home from your trip, we can talk about what I said" He says as he turns off his camera at the stream.
"Alrighty, Love."
"I'll end the stream now, don't worry, we'll leave in a review afterwards. Goodbye, chat"
"Babye, everyone!" You say with excitement.
Chat:
:*Gets onto knees* will u marry me bb? LMAO
:STOP MAKING FUN OF HIM, HE'S CLEARLY FLUSTERED YA'LL
:Bye for the two of you <33
:Looking forward to the reviews! Thank you and enjoy your happy life ❤️
:BYE BYE KENMA & BYEBYE Y/N!
•Stream ended 13 seconds ago
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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 month
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heyy didnt know if you were down for requests but i js though elliot or dom teaching you how to play the guitar would be rlly cute and shit 😭
(also i love ur fics sm like pls marry me)
Okay well this is literally the cutest request ever!
Also you're the cutest, I accept your proposal! Thank you so much for the love and support, I adore you- reach out any time bestie <3
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"You should take a break from school, ya know, give your boyfriend some attention while he's here in your vicinity." Elliot whines from the bed, sprawling out across the comforter as he groans, rubbing his tired eyes as I look over at the clock, not expecting it to be well after midnight. Guilt suddenly swarms around me, realizing he's been sitting here for hours, waiting for me to give him attention while I completely and utterly focus on school.
"Finals are coming up soon and I am completely and utterly unprepared." I trail off, the pit in my stomach only growing as I think of my upcoming tests in three different classes, knowing that I'm totally unprepared for all of them combined.
It's been a rough year, don't judge me.
"Well who's fault is that, you decided to wait until the last minute to even start-"
"Don't finish that sentence." I point a finger at him and he laughs, his bright smile making me feel a little bit better as I swing around in my chair, looking back and forth between him and the flashcards in front of me.
"Well, if you wanna take a break and come over here, I promise to help you with your flashcards." I ponder his offer for a minute, not expecting him to offer his help, especially when he hates everything that has to do with school, especially all the science classes that I'm in.
"Really?" I bite at my lip and give him a look, a look that he can tell that I feel bad that he would have to help me but I could never decline the help, especially given how desperate I am.
"Really." He nods firmly and I pause, smiling softly at him as I pull my hair down from it's bun, itching at my scalp with a groan.
"Okay." I launch myself out of my chair, flopping onto the bed beside him as he immediately wraps me in his arms, tightly squeezing me as I let out a brief sigh of relief, not realizing how much I missed his arms around me. It feels like I've been gone a century. "Only like twenty minutes and then I have to get back to studying or else I'm seriously going to fail this exam."
"Sounds good." He sighs, sitting up on the bed as he reaches down beside the bed to grab his guitar, strumming quietly as I settle down beside him, watching him with a fond, loving look.
"How did you learn that?" I ask simply, pulling his gaze away from the instrument but he continues to play, shocking me even more.
"The guitar?" I nod. "It's muscle memory. I can teach you."
"I'll probably be ass at it. I'm not the most musically inclined." I laugh and his eyes widen with a knowing glance and I reach out to smack his arm with a loud, offended laugh.
"Trust me, I know- I hear you singing in the shower." Elliot teases and I gasp, sitting up and giving him the most incredulous look, shocked that he hears me and noting to myself to be quieter with my concerts.
"Rude." I mumble.
"It's a good thing you're cute." He presses his finger to the tip of my nose and it scrunches under his touch, my head tilting playfully at him. "Here, you can strum and I'll show you the fingering of it."
"Fingering." I snort and his jaw drops at my innuendo, pinching my side.
"Shut up." He continues to move his fingers around the strings as I strum softly, my gaze stuck on the way his fingers move without the need for him to even watch what he's doing. "See it's not that bad?"
"Don't your fingers get tired?" I ask, feeling the tips of my fingers burn as if there's carpet burn on the tips of each of them and he gives me a shrug, taking my fingers in his grasp to press a kiss to each individual finger.
"Never, I have fingers of steel."
"Trust me, I know." I mock him and his head tips back in laughter, red dusting his cheeks at my taunting.
"Shut up."
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killersfool · 5 months
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hii! not sure if you’re open to requests but i’m going to give u a few ideas! most of these are for elijah hewson😭
falling asleep on the couch, waking up to not only a blanket around them, but eli squeezed in behind them
being in the studio with the band and messing about?? making jokes and being silly!
kissing and dancing in the kitchen to an old singe they both like?
eli taking care of you when you’re sick and just being super soft and caring!
spending valentine’s day together!
something about the reader playing with eli’s fingers to calm them down?
softly smiling at each other from across the room and also reassuring touches!
telling each other how much they love them
them cuddling in bed and pulling eachother closer
hope these spark your writing :))))
Kiss It Better | ELIJAH HEWSON
here's a short little thing inspired by this request!
PAIRING: elijah hewson x f!reader
WORDS: 1.5k
SUMMARY: eli's girlfriend is ill, elijah comforts her.
GENRE: hurt/comfort, fluff
WARNINGS: references to throwing up
I've never been so ill in my life. My nose is so runny. I've almost used every single packet of tissues in the kitchen cabinet right under the sink — which used to be a lot and now is very little. I've thrown up my insides into the loo way too many times to count on my fingers. Bent over the toilet, eyes pricking with tears, I've never felt so useless. At least the thought of my boyfriend getting back after his gig gives me something to look forward to. But it's far too late.
I'm staring at the TV screen. I hug my knees to my chest, attempting to generate some warmth. The blanket is upstairs — probably hiding in the space between the bed and the wall. Surely, if I attempt to stumble upstairs now, I'll just get stuck and end up falling asleep in the corridor.
I can't stop glancing at the door. I'm hoping for a doorknob twist, knock, ring of the doorbell, stamp of boots, low and raspy post-concert voice. But I'm just met with nothing. No signs of his arrival. He hasn't called me. He usually doesn't. He likes to surprise me. After having the worst migraine of my life, it would give me some comfort if he just gave me a hug. A warm Elijah Hewson hug would cleanse my mind.
Starting to realise that the TV is doing more harm than good, I switch it off. I'm beginning to see blurry triangular shapes and my eyes burn like they're on fire. The living room is pitch black. I'm freezing. I'm tired. I take two paracetamol tablets and chug some water. Curling up on my side, legs on the armrest, I close my eyes.
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I wake up. Sunlight gleams through the gaps in the white curtains. My body is wrapped in a duvet, soft and warm. Skin is against mine. Arms are around my body, squeezing me tightly. He's shirtless. I can tell by the tufts of chest hair flicking at my shoulder. His head is on my back, curls all over my skin, lips between my shoulderblades. I don't want to move. I don't want to speak. He's asleep. Gentle snores, deep breaths, in and out.
I must've fallen into a deep sleep because I have no recollection of his arrival or him ever taking me upstairs. I'm usually a light sleeper. This migraine fully knocked me out. That's the best nights sleep I've had in a while. I'm especially thankful I managed to escape from work for the rest of the week.
Elijah's normally the little spoon when we hug like this. It's funny how the tables have turned. I think I prefer this though. But lying awake and tracing the muscles in his back always seems to calm me down.
I want to ask him how the show went and the reason for his tardiness. He had been playing in Glasgow, thankfully only a few miles away from me and had bought me tissues, chocolate and gave me an endless supply of kisses before he had to run down to meet the band.
Opening my eyes fully, I take a peek over at the bedside table. He's brought me more tissues, face masks, more chocolate and a box of sleep teabags.
I realise Elijah's awake when his fingers start to walk along my bare stomach and his mouth is at the juncture between my back and shoulder. He pulls my hair to the side, presses his wet mouth to my neck. He smells clean. I'm sure he's showered. His hair feels a little damp.
He keeps pulling me closer. Arms tightening like he's a boa constrictor. Cool rings on my stomach, large hands tugging at the waistband of my shorts.
"You feeling better?" He asks, between kisses, tongue tracing my jugular vein. It's unsettlingly nice. His words are always gruff the morning after the show. All the singing takes a toll. Makes him sound more mellow. Sometimes I worry for his vocal cords.
"Not really." I groan. A mind-numbing headache is still prodding at my brain and the brightness of the sun makes my eyes burn. He's got a hand on my forehead, cool fingers against fiery skin — checking the temperature.
"God, you're pale. And you're burning up. I should get the thermometer." He gets out of bed. The loss of weight of his body makes the mattress shift. I glance over at him. His hair has stuck up at the top, his bare back glows under the sunlight. He stands up. Sweatpants cling loosely to his hips, revealing the muscles of his abdomen and a chain circles around his neck. He leaves the room — not even giving me time to utter a word of annoyance at the sudden lack of touch.
Then he's back. He crawls into bed. The thermometer is between his index finger and thumb. I look at the cross tattoo on his palm, see the concentration on his face as he plays around with the buttons.
"It's just a migraine," I say but he's already turning it on and pointing at my mouth. I roll my eyes and separate my lips. He gives me a sly smirk, just making me sit like that for a moment. Then he puts the device beneath my tongue and waits patiently. I'm trying not to laugh at how awkward this is. I close my eyes to evade his gaze but I can still feel the force of his stare.
"You've got a fever." Dr Hewson alerts me with his expert diagnosis although the furrow of his brows makes him seem unsure. He looks down at the numbers displayed, rubbing his face with worry. "A really bad one." He's now searching up on his phone what it means.
"Should I go to the doctors?" I shuffle away from him. I don't want him to catch what I have. He has gigs all week, I don't want to ruin anything for him.
He notices my movement. Shaking his head, he drags me back towards him, making me nestle into his chest. His eyes are still darting along a website.
"I think you just need to rest. I'll make you breakfast." Elijah kisses my nose before running downstairs with his mind set solely on making some decent food.
Through the corridor, into the kitchen. He's forgotten where half the things are in the room. Opening cabinets, searching through the fridge, putting water into the kettle. Most of the time he'll get his breakfast on the way to a show. Maybe a café, maybe he'll steal some food from Ryan. Today, however, he's lucky enough to not have a gig and actually have time to look after his girlfriend. Although he's definitely going to make a mess of the place.
His final decision is to make omelettes. Oil on the frying pan, ham—leaving it to heat up until it's a little crispy. Two eggs, cracked and swirled in a glass. Cheese on top, grated with masterful excellence—at least that's what he believes. Folds it over to make it fill half of the pan. Let's it continue to fry. Then he's running over to make a cup of tea. He uses one of the sleep teabags he bought. He's just about to plate up when footsteps echo behind him.
I have to stop for a second when I walk into the kitchen. It's a rarity to see Elijah here, cooking for me. We started dating at the beginning of the tour which unluckily means that he's hardly ever home. He has to leave early in the morning and gets back really late. Whenever he has days off, he takes me on dates and walks, or we just laze around at home, basking in eachother's presence. There's times when he brings me along to the recording studio so that I can reprimand all the band members or give an outside opinion of their new songs.
Elijah seems so focused on getting this omelette perfect. He's running around the place. He grabs two pieces of bread to turn his dish into an omelette-sandwich. I stand in the doorway for a while, just watching him. But, I can't stop myself from nearing him. As he cuts an apple into a slices, I slide my arms around his stomach, pressing my head to his shoulder. He sighs quietly. I breathe in his scent, his comfort.
"You should be in bed," he whispers, although he doesn't seem to want me to let go. I shake my head as he looks at me.
There's music playing on the radio. I turn it up. It's a song by The Smiths. I'm swaying to the beat, moving Elijah along with me. He's still carefully chopping fruit into perfect pieces. Watermelon, strawberries, mango. My mouth is watering just looking at the vast array of flavours.
Elijah drops his knife, turns around to face me. His hands find my waist, his lips find my neck, his head burrows into my chest like he's a mole hiding under soil. We dance along to the crackle of music, feeling the melodies trickle into our bones. Just his presence makes me feel better, every kiss turns my negative thoughts to mush.
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nibupei · 3 months
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Kiseki: Dear to Me Filming Diary: ChenAi (陈艾) Extra Chapter - Chemistry [默契]
(Part 2/2)
Part 1/2 can be read here.
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"If you treat Charles like this, how are we going to complete Boss's mission if you end up offending the person behind him?" [T/n: The "person behind him" refers to the person they were sent to bring back to Taiwan.]
Ai Di walks to the kitchen island to pour some water, not really paying attention to what he was saying.
"Then we'll fight." Chen Yi, who had gradually become calmer since recently taking over the gang's matters, spoke in a cold tone, with an air of violent aggression. [T/n: I don't encourage violence as the solution in any situation, but it's so delicious to know that Chen Yi gets this riled up when he's being possessive over Ai Di. 🙈]
His patience had run out with Charles.
"It's up to you, whatever your orders, I'll follow them." Ai Di says as he drinks the water. He only finishes half of it before he's intercepted by Chen Yi, who drinks the rest.
Ai Di shrugs, turning around to pour another glass, but is pulled back and bracketed between Chen Yi and the kitchen island. [T/n: SQUEE!!! I've been WAITING for the manhandling to happen!!!! 🙈🙈🙈]
"I'm not even the one who annoyed you..." The complaint dies off in the second a ring was slid onto his ring finger. "You..."
"You're mine." [T/n: So!! Possessive!!! I'm melting 😩]
"Who, who says..." Flustered, Ai Di suddenly thinks back to the preparation a close friend did when they proposed, and blurts out: "When Bai Zong Yi proposed, he recited a long oath. You just put the ring on me and called it done. Did I agree to this?" [T/n: He's so petty even when he's flustered HAHAHA]
The man of little words furrows his brow. "An oath?" [T/n: The man's trying, give him some time to buffer 🤣]
"Yes, an oath."
Chen Yi thinks hard for a while, long enough that Ai Di starts to think he's an old monk who entered meditation, when he suddenly opens his mouth and says:
"We are brothers -"
Golden hair explodes! "Brothers again, Chen Yi you bastard..." A big mouthful of scolding words get stuck in his mouth, all Ai Di could do was glare angrily. [T/n: Chen Yi's himbo energy here is at 100%, I love this dork 😭]
Hearing the words "brother" for hundreds of times, it has become PTSD for Ai Di.
"We are partners and lovers in life and death..." Chen Yi tightly clutches the hand that he had put the ring on, his gaze pinning his lover to the table. "There's no way for me to keep my previous agreement to die one second after you... If we die, we die together, only death can separate us." [T/n: I've said it before and I'll say it again, CHEN YI HAS ALL THE BEST LINES!! How could you NOT melt after hearing that?!?! I loved that "just one second" line in the show but omg I think the writer one-upped herself with this holy crap 🥹🥹]
His anger dissipated while Chen Yi spoke, replaced by a happiness so encompassing it couldn't be melted away.
Violent oaths suited them well, but Ai Di still put on a reluctant expression, and answers with a fastidious tone:
"It's alright, I guess." [T/n: Oh Ai Di, you little tsundere 🤣]
The man who rarely laughs hears the smile behind those words, and reveals shallow dimples.
"...What the hell are you laughing for." Flustered and embarrassed, Ai Di leans in and kisses Chen Yi, who was looking increasingly smug.
Chen Yi deepens the kiss while pulling him into an embrace, then picks him up one-handed, walking towards the bedroom.
Ding dong... Ding dong ding dong...
The both of them silently decided to ignore it.
Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang.... [T/n: not the banging Chen Yi and Ai Di were hoping for... hshbbfjsjfs 💀]
The loud banging on the door gave the impression that it would not stop until the door was opened.
Chen Yi heaves a deep sigh and suppresses his growing desire, then turns to answer the door.
"He~ llo~" Charles waves. "Were you busy?" [T/n: This man should be thanking his lucky stars that he's not buried in the ground yet tbh]
"Who is it?" Ai Di, who had been blocked by Chen Yi's body, pops his head out to see, but was immediately pulled back behind him.
At the same time, Chen Yi moves to close the door, but Charles's large hand slaps onto the door panel. The steel door swings innocently back and forth, revealing the undercurrent of tension between them.
"I brought the person you need to bring back with you."
The force Chen Yi was using to pull the door close pauses momentarily, as he notices the luggage in Charles hand.
A bad feeling surfaces. "Your last name is Yang?"
"Yang~ Charles Yang."
Charles's grin is as bright as the sun.
Chen Yi's face is as dark as the blackest night.
~~~~~~~
In the living room, Charles and Ai Di sit on the sofa eating food while watching a movie.
"Fuck, the best way to get intestines to spill out is to do it like this." Ai Di complains.
"That is, to do it like this..." Charles puts down the bolognese spaghetti he's eating, using his hands to demonstrate on his own stomach. "You have to draw the blade across like this."
"Are you an idiot, that's too slow, this way is faster..."
The silver and golden-haired people on the sofa engage in serious debate, and after reaching a conclusion, Ai Di grabs a handful of popcorn and sprawls back across the sofa to eat it, unknowingly dropping a few pieces onto his body.
Engrossed in the movie, Charles shifts his position, lying across the back of the sofa and picks up the pieces of popcorn that fell on Ai Di's body to eat. The chemistry between them felt like an old couple who had lived together for many years.
Watching from the side, Chen Yi sees red. While reporting to their boss on the situation, he was finally unable to resist and asks: "How long is this guy going to be staying with us?"
"You don't like it?" Chen Dong Yang questions over the phone.
"It's troublesome."
"Are you... ranting to me?" A tinge of surprise colours Chen Dong Yang's voice when he asks.
Chen Yi just realised he sounded impolite, "I'm sorry, boss -"
"Continue." The boss throws him a puzzling order.
"Boss -"
"Call me dad." The voice from the phone's receiver cuts him off with a laugh, finally saying what he's wanted to for so many years. "Only a son will rant to his father... I've waited very long for this."
Chen Yi freezes. So the muddled feelings he had in the past... [T/n: Are you telling me Chen Dong Yang knew this ENTIRE TIME?!?!?]
"I know everything, kid. Just that the person who discovered it first wasn't me."
That's what Chen Dong told him, but Chen Yi didn't see any need to find out who it was now.
Chen Yi ends the call, and was brought back to reality by the sound of Ai Di's voice.
"Are you watching with us?"
Looking in the direction of his voice, he sees Charles pluck another piece of popcorn off Ai Di's body and put it in his mouth.
It's displeasing. It's very, very displeasing. [T/n: Charles better run if he knows what's good for him 💀]
Chen Yi walks loudly into the living room.
He's literally wearing my ring... has he forgotten who he belongs to? [T/n: Possessive!!! Chen Yi!!!!! 🙈]
Unaware of what was going through Chen Yi's mind, Ai Di wriggles around in his seat, then pats the empty space beside him. "Come sit."
Chen Yi, who just entered the living room, uses one arm to scoop Ai Di up, and heads towards the bedroom.
Too used to being carried around by him, Ai Di doesn't even put up a struggle, comfortably resting his weight on Chen Yi's arm. [T/n: Omg I love these little affirmations of their relationship, Ai Di being so comfortable with him that he practically lets Chen Yi tote him around like a little cat 🥹]
"What are you doing?"
"Going to sleep."
"What's wrong with you?" Ai Di asks, stunned. "It's 3 in the afternoon."
"...." Chen Yi pauses, then whispers something into Ai Di's ear.
Ai Di's eyes widen at first. Then a second later, his fair-skinned face blushes red, and he willingly lets Chen Yi carry him like a sandbag into the bedroom.
The bedroom door closes with a "bang", the loud thump revealing their impatience with their guest's long stay.
What idiots... "Do they think I can't hear them?" Charles laughs lightly. "How daring of me to say."
I'll sleep with you first, then we sleep... [T/n: I don't think I have to explain what Chen Yi and Ai Di are doing 😝]
"Hold on a bit longer. I thought he was just a blockhead, but who knew he's actually a firecracker, only exploding when he's set off..." [T/n: I'm guessing he's referring to Chen Yi here.]
Charles raises an eyebrow, picks up the popcorn and continues watching the movie. The killer on the screen goes on a slashing frenzy with his chainsaw, covering the ground in blood.
As for what is happening in the room that had just been locked -
Well, better not to talk about it.
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You can find my other translations for the Kiseki: Dear to Me Filming Diary here!
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