#i was sitting on the balcony and i had to go inside bc i was laughing to hard in view of my neighbours

[awittylemon]

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[vngelicc]

⊹₊ ⋆ “i just been fantasizin', and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,”

TAGS — vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pussy eating, light degradation, slight dirty talk, jk’s possessive here, oc’s a cute bean, daddy kinks, some nipple play, public sex, unrealistic sex to me bc how tf did no one see???, pimp!jk, stripper!oc, oc needs to know, WAP WAP WAP, this is for my birthday babes, praise kink(?), happy birthday @hyunjinswifeee this is late sorry :((

WORD COUNT — 3.3 k

Wanna know what it's like, baby, show me what it's like, I don't really got no type, I just wanna fuck all night,

The crowd becomes completely immersed in your smooth hip gyrations and body rolls, they holler and catcall while endless money falls at your feet. Tonight’s a special night, you figured why not spend it at work getting money rained on you. All you really had to do was dance because your oh so lovely boss prohibited you from being requested by the club patrons.

Speaking of your boss, he too was in the crowd just right above you in his private balcony. He was watching with those dark onyx eyes of his, filled with desire and hunger. Each time you looked up he was staring right back down. Jungkook looked so fucking good sprawled out like that over the velvet couch with one hand nursing a glass of whiskey, his hair wild and unkept. Just the display of dominance and power had you weak in the knees.

You bit your bottom lip and slowly ran your hands down your body before reaching back to grip the pole tightly and slowly walking around it. You wanted him to know that you were very much on the same page. The cheers from everyone spurred you on as you spun high on the pole with your head thrown back, the screams grew louder and the crowd wilder as they fought each other to get a better view.

I just been fantasizin', and we got a lotta time, baby, come throw the pipe, gotta know what it's like,

You hold your breath and slowly slide down as your eyes flicker back up to Jungkook who is now standing leaned over the balcony. He stares at you through half-lidded eyes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek and a lit cigar sitting in his hand. You decide to kick it up a notch. Just a tiny bit.

The lights suddenly go out and your shadow is illuminated by fuschia pink LED lights all around you. No one can see a thing but your silhouette as you reach behind you to unclip your bra. The club goers lose it as you dangle the item teasingly in the air before tossing it into the crowd wishing it was Jungkook you were throwing it at.

“More, more, more,” they chant as you move sensually. Luckily another bouncer comes to hand you another bra top to put on just before the lights around you snap back on.

You're exciting, boy, come find me, your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" fuck that feeling both us fighting, could he try me? Mmm, most likely,

You mouth along to the song while staring right at Jungkook, a tiny smile adorning your lips as you spin around once more on the pole. You don’t look over for the rest of the dance because you’re too nervous to face the outcome. This was the first time you’ve pulled a move other than looking at him and giving Jungkook “fuck me” eyes.

When the show ends you’re pulled to the side by a squealing Soyeon and a giggling Soojin. “Did you not fucking see the look he gave you when you did that?!” Soyeon gasps, “He literally looked so fuckin’ pissed—in a good way though—like he did that thing he does with his tongue and cheek and then he pulled one of his guys to the side!”

“He wants you for real.” Soojin smirks as she pokes your side, “Looks like the birthday girl is gonna get some dick tonight.” She coos in your ear while cupping your tits in her hands, “So what’s your plan, hmm?” She lays her chin over your shoulder, Soyeon nods too and waits for your response.

You contemplate for a second but quickly make up your mind, “I think you guys already know,” you lean back into Soojin with a playful little smile, “who wouldn’t?”

“True,” Soyeon nods, “but you have to tell us the details okay? You gotta tell me if that thing he’s carrying is like nine inches or something.” She looks pretty serious and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your throat as you reply ‘then why don’t you find out?’ She gives you an almost offended look, “Girl that’s your man first of all, secondly I got my own.” She winks.

The three of you chat a little more until Namjoon, one of Jungkook’s closest bodyguards, comes through the door searching the room. When he makes eye contact with you he strides over with a friendly demeanor, “y/n, right?” He tilts his head a little to the side, “Jungkook’s asking for you, said if you could meet him up in the balcony?”

You nod in a heartbeat, “I’m just gonna clean up a little, ‘m a little sweaty ‘n stuff.” You softly reply as Soojin gets to quickly re-touching your makeup. He nods understandingly and murmurs a low “Come up when you’re ready.” After he leaves, Soojin and Soyeon slowly turn to you with little smirks on their faces and brushes in their hands.

.

When you reach the balcony you come across Jungkook sprawled out on the sofa with both arms stretched out. He looks a hot mess with the way his tie is hazardously tossed to the side and his white button-up sits messily undone over his chest. “Seems like we’ve finally met.” He hums.

“Hello Mr Jeon,” you softly greet like the polite little thing you are. Your eyes flicker down to the gold cross hanging over his chest, not missing the way his eyes flashed when you said ‘Mr Jeon’. It’s nerve wracking looking into his eyes because Jungkook always held eye-contact and you hated how he made you cower in delight, “I thought I wasn’t allowed to be requested by patrons.”

Jungkook chuckles quietly and brings the cigar up to his lips taking a long drag from it, “Oh? And does that include me too sweetheart?” A pleasant little shiver runs down your spine when the pet name rolls off his tongue so smoothly. You find yourself craving for more.

“I don’t know,” you softly say while inching closer, you come to a stop in front of him, “does my boss consider himself to be included..?” You teasingly run your finger over his shoulder and slowly lower yourself on his thigh, “Does he?” Jungkook’s nostrils flare as he blows the smoke to the side, dropping the cigar on to the ashtray below.

“You wanna give me a dance, is that it sweetheart?” Jungkook drawls out lazily. His eyes inch downwards as he admires the pretty little “outfit” you got on. It reminds him of the little show you put on out there.

Your breath hitches when he grabs the hanging garter string between two fingers and twirls it around in his hold. “...is a dance what you want?” You reply breathily.

Jungkook lays his hand flat on your thigh and strokes over it slowly, idly rubbing his hand up and down over the soft skin. “You offering me more sweetheart?” He licks his lips, “You gonna be a good girl and put on a show like out there—give me a private show just for little ol’ me?” He leans closer to you with his hot breath fanning over your chin and lips.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head, “ ‘s not fair.”

He grins and noses along your jawline towards your slender neck, “Not fair? How so sweet girl?” He whispers as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your inner thigh, “Hm?” He blows in your ear causing goosebumps to form all over your body.

You tilt your head to look at him, “Because, it’s my birthday.” Your eyes drop down to his lips as you unconsciously lick your own, “Aren’t you gonna wish me happy birthday?” You whisper.

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook looks up at you in amusement as he leans closer, “Happy birthday sweetheart.”

Jungkook gently slips his lips against yours, barely moving as he inched his hand upward between your thighs. You’re so lost in the taste of him as you let your thighs fall open invitingly, and your hands came up to rest over his shoulders. Jungkook grunts under his breath, he moves his lips sensually over yours causing wet smacking noises to fill the space between you two. You softly whine as your lips become glossy and kissed raw from Jungkook’s little bites and harsh kisses.

“Why don’t you lay back, hm? Gonna show you what birthday girls get from me,” he presses a chaste kiss to your neck as he slowly guides you on your back, “there you go, just like that baby—yea..spread ‘em for me.” He watches you in pure delight over how well you’re following his instructions.

You stare up at him with a dazed look, “Do you give every birthday girl this?” You purse your lips in annoyance just thinking about all the other girls who have probably been under him like this.

Jungkook toys with the strap of your bra, “No, just ones that like to tease me on stage.” He smirks as he hooks his finger under the middle of the bra, he tugs it downward until both tits spill out from the cups, “Will you look at that..” He murmurs appreciatively when he sees your pretty pebbled nipples, “I wonder if you’re pretty everywhere else too.”

Your lips part to say something but Jungkook leans down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. You sigh quietly and enjoy the feeling of his wet hot tongue circling and licking over your nipple. He moves his other hand to your other tit and gently wraps his hand around the doughy flesh. Jungkook pulls away and leaves a small trail of spit over your hard nub, as he rolls and kneads your tit in his other hand.

A surprised little “oh!” escapes your lips when he dives down to suck on the other nipple. “Mm–wait,” you throw your head back when his other hand dips low between your thighs, pressing two fingers over your drenched pussy. He teases your clit through your panties as he presses the soaked material against your slicked up cunt.

He hums to himself and pulls away to trail kisses down the middle of your body. His other hand slides down your side until he’s resting it against your hip where the waistband of your panties sits. “Been dreaming bout this day n night sweetheart, you don’t even know how fuckin’ crazy you drive me.” He hooks two fingers under the waistband, “You make it so hard for a man sometimes, you got me fiending like a dog for you.” He growls.

You look down at him and slip your hands over his, “Then make me yours,” you breathily whisper, “ ‘s all yours,” you dreamily smile while hooking your thighs over his shoulders.

Jungkook all but tears your panties off with a loud riiip. He leaves open mouthed kisses trailing down until his mouth’s hovering over your pussy, he wastes no time in letting his tongue dip between your folds. He laps at your messy folds and lays his tongue flat against your clit as he flicks it back and forth teasingly. You quickly become a whimpering mess under him.

He uses his grip to bring your cunt closer to his face, his hands slip under your ass cheeks and he grips both cheeks in his palms. Your eyes flutter shut as you slip your hands into his hair, you wonder if anyone was watching right now. The balcony itself had a thick siding but the thought of them watching Jungkook and you sent delicious little tremors down your spine. “Mm–like that,” you whisper softly while lifting your hips more for him.

It feels like he’s making out with your pussy with the way he’s licking and sucking at your chubby folds, taking a lip into his mouth as he sucks on it teasingly before dipping back in to tease your clit. A choked up moan escapes when his tongue slips lower and pokes at your winking hole, “Please, please,” you tearfully whine, “want more.”

Jungkook leaves a gentle little smooch on your pussy before he goes back to business. His hot tongue slips right into you pushing past your tight rim. Your lips fall open in a small ‘o’ as you shudder, he’s flicking his tongue upwards against your g-spot repeatedly. You scramble to get a hold of him with your fingers tightening in his hair.

“Mmm,” you push his head against you and sigh when his nose accidentally bumps into your clit, “...daddy—” You cry out when the pleasure gets too much and you curl into yourself from the sensitivity.

Jungkook freezes under you, he pulls away and climbs over you with your legs falling from his shoulders. “What did you say?” His eyes narrow, they’re dark with hunger and lust. You look up at him through bleary eyes and giggle instead of answering. Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, relishing in the moan that bubbles out of your throat, “Oh you like that don’t you baby?” He chuckles breathily, “Go on then, tell me what you just said now.” He squeezes gently and runs his thumb over your lips, it’s nothing too drastic but it serves as a reminder.

Your tongue darts out to run over your upper lip seductively, “Would you rather I called you sir? Or Mr Jeon?” You breathily giggle, “Does it turn you on laying me out here in the open for everyone to see?” You whisper as your lips wrap around his thumb, you suck with a low lewd moan.

Jungkook cusses under his breath, “Fuckin’ hell.. Nothing but a straight demon, look at you, jesus.” He bites his lip and pops his wet thumb out of your mouth, “They can look all they want but this pussy’s mine,” he cups your cunt with his free hand, “daddy’s gonna have you all dolled up with a little collar so people know who you belong to.” He smirks.

You mewl at the thought of him putting you in a collar as you eagerly paw at his slacks, “Please daddy,” you slur out, “ ‘m so wet for you. Aren’t you gonna be nice and give me what I want? Or do I have to find someone to do the job for you?” You grin deviously.

Jungkook’s cock is out within seconds after hearing that, he slaps the wet tip over your clit in soft taps. He listens to the wet squelching your cunt makes, it’s like music to his ears hearing how soaked you are. You let your legs slip open wider as he crowds you while slipping his cock between your folds. The tip catches on to your hole and prods at you, “Please,” you whine softly, “wan’ it in,” you buck your hips so more of his cock pops into you.

“Shit, relax for me baby.” He sighs as he slips his cock inch for inch slowly. His cock fits snug in your tight little cunt, you struggle a bit to house the rest of his cock inside of you but eventually he bottoms out with a small smack. “There you go,” he moans in bliss, “doin’ so good for me.”

You shudder at the praise and stare up at him with puppy eyes, “Don’t want it soft and nice daddy—want it fast n hard.” You hook your arms around his shoulders and bring him down for a sweet gentle peck, “You’ll give me what I want, right daddy?” You bat your lashes at him.

Jungkook groans shakily, “Fuck yes—I’ll give you everything you want baby.” He pumps his cock in and out of you, “Gonna have you dripping in diamonds.” He gasps as his hips roll forward with each time being a little more rougher than the last.

His movements cause you to lightly bounce in place under him, you can only moan and whimper as he drives his cock in and out of you. Your pussy hugs his cock tight when backstrokes making it a bit hard to fuck into you. He shoves his hand between the two of you and presses down on your clit with his thumb causing a loud cry to escape your lips.

“Harder..!” You rasp out and throw your head back. Jungkook wastes no time in diving in to bury his face between your shoulder and neck, leaving a mess of hickeys and love bites in his wake.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he gasps, “ ‘s like this slutty little pussy was made for me.” He fucks into your rougher and makes sure to press in deep each time he bottoms out.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, you dig your nails into his shoulder and curl your legs around his waist tightly. “S-So good,” you gasp. His fat cock fills you up just nicely and rubs up against every sensitive spot inside your cunt. You can feel every throb and vein on his cock as he fucks away mindlessly.

Jungkook tilts his face to messily slot his lips against your own, he slams his hips upwards rather harshly. Each punishing thrust leaves you shaking and mewling for more, you weakly hold on to him for dear life and try not loosen your grip on him. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites teasingly as a low whine escapes your lips.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you baby? Got myself a little painslut don’t I?” He purrs low while circling his hips and letting you feel every inch of his cock.

You hiss softly and hide your face in the soft cushioning of the couch, you’ve long blocked out the music in favor of focusing on two things: Jungkook and the wet noises your cunt made. You could feel dollops of slick run down your taint and between your ass cheeks. His cock was drenched in your wetness, everytime he pushed back in a loud squelch was followed shortly after.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on this cock baby? Gonna make it nice n messy for me?” He huskily whispers, “C’mon baby, answer me.” He lightly slaps your cheek forcing you to look at him.

“Y-Yes,” you softly gasp, back arching when he strikes your g-spot repeatedly.

“Yes what?” He licks his lips.

“Yes daddy.” You whimper out. Jungkook captures your lips in a heated kiss and then proceeds to slam his cock in and out of your battered pussy.

You hug him tightly while messily kissing back as his cock slips in and out of your gaping cunt. He pulls out to the very tip before slamming back in and repeating the process over and over. Loud wet smacks are heard but you’re too cock drunk to see (or care) if anyone is looking. Before you even realize it, your cunt squeezes tightly around him and you cum with a loud cry. Your pussy absolutely gushes around him.

Jungkook groans low in his throat, he comes to a halt and simply grinds his cock into you. He feels more slick coat his cock until he’s covered in slick. He throbs at the sight of your trembling thighs and presses his cock in, letting his creamy cum fill your pussy up. You both slump into each other, he pants heavily and just lays there with his body covering your own.

“Got all night baby,” he murmurs in your ear while kissing the side of your head, “why don’t we get a little more comfortable in my bed, yeah?” He whispers.

You turn to press your lips to his, “Mmhm,” you pull away as a string of spit follows, “gonna give you a REAL show daddy.” You softly say.

Jungkook chuckles quietly, “I’m sure you are.”

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[sxfterhearts]

10:49pm - late night calls.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol!jiung x reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff inspired by late night calls mv ♡

♡ word count: 1,219 words

♡ summary: late night calls - p1h

♡ author’s note: just a short one i smashed out tonight bc choi jiung is so lovely and i am falling head over heels for the p1h boys ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ also pics cred to the lovely tumblr owners!!!

//

“Jiung, sparkly heart shape, mouse emoji, is calling. Pick it up.” Siri’s automated voice filtered through your wired headphones, causing you to grind your skateboard to a halt. You hefted the newly purchased skateboard and rested it against your thigh, no easy feat.

Your heart thudded dully against your chest with a quickening tempo that exceeded the vibrations of your default iPhone ringtone. This was the first ever call you’ve received from your boyfriend of two months, and you were not sure how to act.

With the timidness of a baby mouse, your fingers tightly grasped your phone and swiped across the screen. “Hello?” You said, almost in a whisper, small and uncertain.

“Y/N? Ah, you picked up.” Jiung’s familiar voice sounded in your ears, as though he was standing right next to you. It wasn’t as clear and crisp as you would’ve liked though, as you could just make out the distant blares of sirens and car horns in the faraway background.

“Jiung. What time is it? Isn’t it late for you? Have you eaten? How was the show? What are you up to?” The questions tumbled past your lips before you had a chance to stop them.

“Woah, calm down.” Jiung teased, a deep chuckle drifting out of his lips, straight past your earphones and into your heart. You could almost feel the rumble of his chest as he took a second to compose himself. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“I mean,” You mumbled, more to yourself than to him. “It’s the first time we’ve called, after all…”

“That’s right, I didn’t think of that.” He replied thoughtfully. “Well, to answer your questions in order: it is currently 10:49pm, so not too late as we’re still adjusting to the timezones. We had galbijjim at this super popular spot in KoreaTown that was twice the size of any galbijjim I’ve ever seen in Korea and absolutely flooded with cheese. Oh, and the show was great, as usual. I’ll send you some cool videos of myself after this. And I’m not up to much. Some of the kids wanted to go for a stroll to get a glimpse of the New York night life, but I’m feeling pretty tired. Keeho is helping our manager with the logistics for our next tour stop. Theo is watching videos and being very loud, as usual. I’m just…”

“Where are you? Inside? It must be cold at night.”

“No. Yes? Sort of? Well,” You could hear Jiung’s soft grunts as he shuffled around in the background, getting comfortable. “I’m sitting on a windowsill. Trust me, it’s not as dangerous as it sounds. You know how in all those old American movies; the New York apartments that always have those tiny balconies with fire escapes? Yeah, I’m just sitting on that, getting a bit of the night air.”

“Wow, that sounds so cool.” You couldn’t help the wonderstruck grin that made its way onto your lips. “I wish I could take a photo of that.”

“Yeah? I’ll take a selfie and send one to you then.” Jiung answered.

“Or we could just video call?” You suggested, somewhat apprehensively.

“We could, of course, but that’s not as fun, is it?” Jiung countered, ever so gently, conscious to not leave you feeling rejected. “I’d love to see your pretty face and all, but I feel like the voice-only call is a lot more intimate, no? You can only hear my voice, and the rest is up to your imagination. It’s kinda romantic. Like a romantic late-night call.”

You nodded, cheeks reddening up even at the slightest things – like how he called you pretty, or how he was trying to create a romantic atmosphere for the two of you. The relationship was so fresh, and every little thing felt like it was big enough to make your heart pound right out of its chest. “Yeah,” You agreed breathlessly, momentarily forgetting that he can’t see you. “I guess it is.”

“So, what’s my girl doing at this hour?”

Your stomach did several somersaults, and you took a small breath to calm yourself before answering, “I’m at the Han River. It’s around noon, and I’m just practicing a bit of skateboarding before I meet my friends later. We’re going to watch a movie and hang out at a café. Oh, and I had kimbap for lunch. At the place you recommended!” At the mention of food, you immediately got excited. “It was so good! I had the tuna wasabi and special tonkatsu ones. And the kimbap ahjumma was so nice, she gave me a free drink!”

“Did she? I’m glad then. She probably knows that I recommended you – she’s always giving me free service when I go with the boys.” Jiung smiled at the thought of you visiting his favourite kimbap spot and happily eating your food. You were going around to the places he frequents in Seoul and leaving your mark there, making your own memories. It warmed his insides to think that when he got back, you could both visit those places together and create new, precious memories. “Oh, but skateboarding? Are you on your own?”

“Yup! I’m getting pretty good now, Ji! Not as good as you, of course, but I’m starting to get the hang of it.” You reported back proudly, grip tightening around your skateboard, pink and sparkly, just like the bows in your pigtails.

“I’m proud of you, but Y/N,” Jiung audibly sucked in a breath, “Isn’t that a bit dangerous? What if you fall? Who’s gonna help you up when I’m not there?”

You giggled in response. That was your Jiung, always poised to help you if you ever needed him and constantly ready at your beck and call. “I’ll be fine! I swear. I don’t even go as fast.”

“Okay, well promise me you’ll go slow and try not to do anything too crazy. I’ll teach you more when I get back.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You smiled sweetly, gazing out at the serene view of the Han River, secretly wishing that your beloved was not on the other side of the world so you could share this view with him.

“Twenty more days, Y/N…” Jiung muttered, almost as if he read your mind through the phone. “Twenty more days, four hundred and eighty more hours, twenty-eight thousand and eight hundred more minutes, and way more seconds before I can see you again, my love. Just twenty days, but why does it feel so far away?” He said rhetorically.

“I know,” You pouted in response. “I miss you heaps, Ji.”

“Me too, baby. I promise when I get back, we’ll get – ”

“Pizza! There’s this new place in Itaewon I really wanna try.”

Jiung laughed heartedly. “Okay, we’ll get pizza in Itaewon, and go for a skate along the river. And have a ramyeon and kimbap picnic at the park for dinner. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

//

Jiung: Sent a photo [11:17pm]

Y/N: I’ve seen this!! Woahhh Choi Jiung, are you Korea’s next Justin Beiber? [11:17pm]

Jiung: (¬◾_◾) I’m just cool like that. [11:18pm]

Y/N: I also saw you tearing up at the ending ment… [11:18pm]

Y/N: So precious (╥ ω ╥) [11:18pm]

Jiung is typing…

Jiung: Hey! I… I was just emotional, okay (｡>﹏<) [11:20pm]

[danikamariewrites]

Hello! Can you please write a story where someone insults Azriel, and the reader is ready to beat that person up because of it, and Azriel is very impressed that the reader is so upset just because someone insulted him? Thanks!

I want to tell you that your stories are very well written and I enjoy every time you post.

What Did You Say?

Azriel x reader

A/n: thank you anon that means a lot to me. This was sm fun to write bc I love imagining Az with a feisty partner who will defend him.

Warnings: some swears

Today was a rare day off for you and Az. Instead of spending the day inside, Az decided to treat you to lunch and shopping in town. As you got up from the table Az offered you his arm, taking you back out to the bustling streets.

So far you had been to five of your favorite shops and Azriel was holding your bags. You told him you could carry them but he insisted he do it, “My love, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t carry the for you.” You giggled at his dramatics.

Passing a bar to head to your last stop of the afternoon, you saw a group of males lingering outside. They were staring at Azriel and it made you uncomfortable. People would usually stare because of his wings and his height, but you had a bad feeling about these guys.

You knew Az hated attention so you grabbed his arm. He smiled down at you and you just kept walking straight. As you pass the males one speaks up, clearly not hiding his comment about your boyfriend, “It’s such a shame to see our kind with an Illyrian brute. No matter what title they hold.”

You could tell Azriel wanted to keep walking and ignore them, but you froze, your back going stock straight. Azriel leaned forward slightly, “Love, let it go.” Your eyes were wide, anger took over your features.

Turning slowly towards the males, who were now snickering, you were ready to rip into them. You weren’t usually a confrontational person but when it came to Azriel you were fiercely protective of him.

“What did you say?” One of the males faces you was still laughing. The one who made the comment speaks up, “He’s an Illyrian brute, you shouldn’t be with him it’s not natural.”

At the point you were seeing red. Azriel’s arm wrapped around the front of your waist, holding on to your hip. You could hear him speaking but couldn’t make out his words.

“Come fucking say that to my face.” You stomp over to the male, getting in his face. “You’re a real piece of shit you know that!” That male was shocked that you were in front of him. He and his friends were silent as you were yelling at them.

Before you could really tell them how you felt, Azriel pulled you into his arms and took off. Before you knew it he was landing on the balcony of the House of Wind. He quickly brought you into one of the sitting rooms, placing you on the ground and dropping the bags.

You began pacing the room. Clenching and unclenching your fists. All Az could do was stand there and let you calm down. He was truly shocked by your reaction in the street. But at the same time he was impressed. The only people who would’ve done that were his brothers. It was heartwarming in a way, to see you stand up for them.

You let out a frustrated sound, your pacing slowing down. You finally stop and sit on the couch forcefully. Fidgeting with your fingers, you look up at Az. “I’m sorry but that just really pissed me off.” You huff out. “I just - ugh - I just hate when people talk about you like that. I know you’ve dealt with it for years but, Cauldron! That was just…”

Az sat down next to you taking both of your hands in one of his large ones. “Y/n, it’s ok.” You lean on his shoulder brushing a kiss on your temple. “It was actually sweet. I've never seen you so angry. It was kinda hot.”

You playfully slapped his chest, “Hush you.” Az throws his head back and lets out a belly laugh. He pulled you into a hug placing another kiss on your head. “Want to go unpack all your stuff?” You give Az an enthusiastic nod, pulling him off the couch.

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[icallhimjoey]

Lost & Found

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader    

Summary: You take a little break, a week away to somewhere warm to relax and calm your senses. So does Joe – same flight, same hotel, same travel plans and, worst of all, same suitcase. What was meant to be a lovely trip to the sun starts off on the wrong foot when you find expensive designer outfits belonging to a man in what you thought was your suitcase.    

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, lots of swearing, we get a little spicy but nothing too bad, 18+ just in case though!    

Author’s note: um little warning, my current state of being is starting to mirror this fic in all the worst ways, so apologies bc this isnt doing my writing any favours (little unfair how it's only the bad things like the lack of sleep and the stress and the hangovers and not the, you know, joe of it all, but, whatever i guess) hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 3.8K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

So, um... let’s go over this again…

You were in Joe’s hotel room. In his bed. Coffee in hand. He was no longer holding you, wasn't even in the room now, but he had held you. For long. When you were all sweaty and gross, and your heart was beating out of your chest in the dark. He had held you until your breathing turned normal and then he’d very softly moved aside and it was sort of... perfect. Did exactly what it needed to do.

It wasn’t ideal to have someone witness what you were like when a nightmare set your skin on fire and made your blood run cold, but it was nice to not have to deal with it yourself for once. Had you been alone, you’d have gotten up and out of bed. Gone for a shower, maybe. Would’ve gone to sit out on the balcony to watch the sunrise.

This time, it had gone different.

Better.

You'd managed to go back to sleep and get a couple more hours in.

Something unheard of.

Everything was different and better, because Joe had invited you into his hotel room even though you didn’t even really know why you’d walked inside.

Joe did know.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You were stood in the middle of the room as Joe locked the door behind you.

You shook your head.

“I can never sleep.”

Joe's shit was everywhere. Just, all over.

Why were you in his room?

“Insomnia?” Joe asked as he walked around you, grabbed you by the biceps to move you out of the way as he got back to what was obviously his side of the bed, crumpled covers, pillow dented.

“I guess? I don’t know, just... stress, I think.”

“You didn’t have trouble falling asleep earlier,” Joe said all casual, like it was normal to have this conversation in the middle of the night in his room as he climbed back into bed.

He nodded his head to the empty spot next to him and beckoned you with an arm.

What were you doing here?

“You came back for another massage?”

“I came to bring over your jacket.”

“At... at one in the morning.” Joe pointedly said, eyebrows raised up high on his forehead and a smug little smile playing at his lips.

You carefully sat down on Joe’s bed near the end, folded your legs and pretended not to want to get under the covers with him. Joe sat up against the headboard and leant his head back. Tired. Clearly very tired.

“It’s not one in the morning.”

It wasn’t. It had just gone midnight.

“But I wouldn’t mind another massage,” you shrugged as you said it, feigned innocence as you touched a shoulder. “You know, it still hurts a little...”

What were you doing?

Joe didn't move and looked you over all slow, took a moment to think of what to do next.

“Did you eat?”

Ugh, you didn’t need that. Didn’t need him to fret over you not taking care of yourself. He wasn’t your mum.

You were also strangers, still. Let's not forget.

Yes, you were on his bed, and had worn nearly all of his clothes, and he’d sat outside of your bathroom as you showered, and then he’d massaged you to sleep after, but... you were strangers still.

“I didn’t see you downstairs,” Joe clarified after you rolled your eyes. “Or am I wrong to assume you’ve also got a table booked downstairs for the whole week?”

Oh.

Yea, you did.

“I do, but tonight I got room service.”

Why were you there?

“Did you drink?”

“If you count the overpriced corona from the minibar, yes, I had one drink.”

You didn’t know why he was asking the questions he was asking, but it seemed like he was considering something and needed to know. Needed to know all these little bits of information before deciding.

Deciding what?

To get his hands on you?

The silence lingered a bit too long and Joe kept looking at you with his head leant back against the headboard, all half-lidded eyes, mouth in a weirdly charming half-smirk that made you grow self-conscious at a steady incline.

“Sorry, I’ll… maybe I shouldn’t have come, you've got– I gave you the jacket back, I’ll just–” you went get up off the bed, already had one foot touching the carpet, but then Joe leant forward and grabbed what he could.

“No, don’t,” he got you by the wrist.

Don’t what? Get up? Leave? Be awkward?

Well, too late.

You were being awkward as fuck.

You hadn’t walked into Joe’s bedroom to have sex with him. The attention was nice, and you did want him to touch you more. To use his hands. Make your skin tingle underneath his fingers.

“No, don’t,” Joe had said, and you took a second to look at where Joe's fingers wrapped around your wrist. You frowned as you sharply inhaled and answered,

“I don’t... I mean– sorry, I’m not...” you trailed off, unsure of what to say.

Joe scanned your features, then nodded in understanding and said, “Okay,” before moving the covers aside for you to get into bed next to him.

Was all you needed.

“So, stress, huh?” Joe held up covers with two hands and helped as you crawled in.

Were you just... going to sleep? With Joe? In his bed?

Who were you?

“Just, work, you know how it is,” you slid under the covers and were surprised by the warmth you found there. Instant comfort.

Joe moved over to turn off the light and chuckled as he said, “I thought I did, but... I don’t think I do,”

“I’m fine!”

So defensive.

“Clearly.”

Sarcasm.

“I am!”

“Stop biting at your fingers,”

Caught red handed.

Shit.

“Sorry,”

“Don’t apologise,”

“Okay sorry,”

You both huffed breaths through your noses in laughter before silence took over the room.

You were in Joe’s bed, and you weren’t exactly sure why you were in Joe’s bed. But here you were. In Joe’s hotel room and somehow, it was million times better than being in your own hotel room.

It was silent for a second and you weren’t touching each other, but you were close enough to feel Joe’s body heat radiate, that side of your body tangibly warmer.

My God.

You realised you had so much to update your friend on.

How were you ever going to explain what the fuck this day had been - this whole trip had been, so far?

It had all been weird naps followed by weird experiences with Joe followed by weird naps followed by weird experiences with Joe.

What a trip.

“Did you... did you just come over to come stare at this ceiling instead of yours?” Joe whispered after a while.

“I came over to return your jacket,”

You did. You had returned the jacket, hadn’t you?

“Here,” Joe said, and gave you his wrist. He used his fingers to place yours on his pulse point and you felt how his fingertips found yours.

“Feel that?”

His heartbeat. Warm skin. Soft skin. He made you feel his heartbeat as he monitored yours in tandem.

Oh, Jesus. This was intimate.

“Focus on that.”

And so you did. It was steady. Slow. If you didn’t focus on it, you stopped feeling it, would lose it altogether, so you kind of had to pay close attention.

As if on autopilot, your breathing grew just as steady and you couldn't fucking believe it when you realised your eyes were closed. You didn't remember closing them.

You were in Joe's bed, and you were touching hands and wrists, and listened to each other breathe, and felt each other's heartbeat.

You knocked out in no time.

But different surroundings and no alcohol in your blood made your brain do silly things, didn't it?

You dreamed of intruders that you could hear and feel but couldn’t see.

Strange people in your house that were there to harm, who made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as their voices whispered in the wind, and you could sense they were there, you knew they were there, but where could you hide?

You couldn't fucking see anything.

You were alone and it was dark and there was real danger so close to you and everything inside you said run! Hide! Get the fucking fuck away, you dumb bitch!

A touch to your shoulder woke you up in a panic. Sweaty. Panting. Choking on hyperventilating breaths.

And it was dark. And, shut the fuck up, who was shouting?!

Fuck, why couldn’t you see anything?!

“It’s me, it’s me, it’s just me, it’s me,”

Joe had latched onto your back, wrapped arms around and held you tightly. Squeezed the panic right out of you. Whispered right into your ear, soothing shushes followed by reassuring words of being safe, and it was just nightmares, was just thoughts in your mind, and it was just him.

It was just him.

But it didn’t help.

Joe was a stranger and why the fuck were you in his bed again?

Yea, it was just nightmares. Just hallucinations the night plagued you with on the reg. You knew and understood in your mind that you were fine. That you were safe.

But fear didn’t just leave your body so easily.

Fear had a way of grabbing onto you with long fingernails that dug into your flesh and squeezed you until you had to remind your lungs of how to ask for oxygen again.

Breathe.

“Hey, hey, you’re fine, you’re okay, shhh, take deep breaths,”

Easier said than done, you thought.

Joe found your wrist again when your breathing didn’t steady quick enough, and helped you locate his pulse with your thumb.

“You’re fine, you’re fine, shhh, feel my pulse? Match it. Match your breathing, you’re fine. It’s just me. Relax your shoulders, you’re okay.”

And it was so stupid.

So silly.

It fucking worked.

Something about feeling a heartbeat that wasn’t practically vibrating helped.

Helped a lot.

It took a little while for you to fully relax again. To catch your breath. To even consider going back to sleep. Had you been alone, you’d have gotten out of bed to pace the room a second. To have a sip of water and to maybe scroll TikTok for...um, yea, for hours, you couldn't lie.

God.

How fucking embarrassing.

Maybe this was the time to get up and go back to your own room. Coop up inside there for the rest of the trip. Avoid Joe at all costs.

Or, maybe not.

Joe was still hugging and squeezing, had an arm tightly wrapped around your waist and, yea, you felt gross. Damp. Hot and sweaty and sticky and absolutely disgusting.

But you also felt protected. Cared for. All safe and shit.

“Don’t apologise,” Joe suddenly whispered and wasn't that exactly right. You absolutely were about to tell him you were sorry. Sorry for waking him. Sorry for being all wet. Sorry for being there to begin with.

But you were just told to not do that, and so instead brought a finger up to your mouth to bite at the skin there.

“Go back to sleep,”

You felt Joe press his forehead to the back of your neck. Felt how he rubbed his skin against yours like a cat would.

“Can’t, I never can,” you croaked, voice in pain for whatever reason, slightly muffled from the fingers at your mouth.

“Try,” Joe said sleepily as he used the hand that wasn’t holding your wrist to save your other one from being bit at without looking. Brought your hand down to your stomach where he held it in place.

And, fine.

You could try.

You always tried and it never worked, but Joe was holding you with heavy limbs and trying felt like the easiest favour you could do for him right now.

Joe held you for long.

Joe held you until he detected no more tension in your body.

Joe had eased off when he knew for sure you'd fallen asleep again, surprised that it had even worked, happy to have been of help, and gentlemanly enough to then give you space.

Because... what the fuck was he even doing?

Giving a girl his clothes to wear. Making sure she was okay after a miscalculation in energy management. Leaving his jacket after he'd massaged her to sleep in her hotel room. Inviting her in when she knocked on his door in the middle of the night...

What was he even doing?

Yea, what was he doing was the right question.

Made him reflect for a moment in the quiet dark of the early morning, pretty girl next to him now calm and asleep again.

What was he doing.

Helping.

Helping, he decided.

He was just helping. That was all.

Like he helped by not making a huge deal of meeting you in one of his literal outfits. Like he helped by lending you another jacket upstairs at the bar. Like he helped when you'd fainted and you needed to get out of the sun and into the shade.

Getting you upstairs.

Listening as you showered.

Kneading your knotted muscles.

He was just helping.

That was all.

And then Joe helped more when he woke up a little later and made two coffees.

Joe helped more when he slid out onto his balcony for a cigarette, and stayed out there to give you time and space to wake up slowly by yourself without another person in the room.

And Joe helped even more when you peeked your head around the sliding glass door and smiled a squinty smile at him, coffee cup in hand, and he greeted, “Good morning.”.

“Thanks,” was all you said, raising and moving the cup around enough to show Joe that it was empty.

You meant for the coffee. Thanks for the coffee. But also, um, for all the other things.

“You’re welcome,” Joe replied, gave a squinty smile in return.

He meant for the coffee. You’re welcome for the coffee. But also, for all of the other things too.

You awkwardly pointed a thumb over your shoulder, stammered through reasons of why you should be getting back to your own hotel room, to shower, to go have breakfast, to get out of his hair. Before you disappeared back inside, Joe asked, “Have you been down there yet?” and looked out towards where the sand met the still ocean, sun reflecting on the barely-there waves.

You hadn’t.

“Up for a beach day?”

And just like that, the unspoken agreement became that you would just... spend the trip together. Why not, you know? You were both on your own, in similar situations if you squinted, and seemingly enjoyed each other’s company enough to spend it in each other’s vicinity.

Not together together, but together enough.

You didn’t sit down at the same table for breakfast, but sat near each other.

Raised your cup of freshly squeezed orange juice in cheers over the tables in between.

Bit into your croissant as you saw him bite into his and tried to not laugh croissant flakes all over your table-for-one.

Got into the lift together, said, “Meet you in the lobby in 30 minutes?”, then shaved your legs in record time and before you could even think to slow down enough to grow doubtful of your choices, your eyes found Joe in the lobby and he looked... not ready for a beach day, that was for sure.

“Are you... do we have a boardroom meeting first? What’s going– should I get changed?” you poked fun, and thank fuck, Joe immediately matched the playful energy. Went, “What’s wrong with this?” all cartoonish and exaggerated.

“You’re not wearing a black button-down shirt to the bea– a long-sleeved black button-down Dior shirt?”

You gave him a look. Really, Joe? Really?

“I’ve got the sleeves rolled up!” Joe stuck out both arms to display his forearms and... those didn't have the right to look so nice.

“Oh my G– I can’t. Please go wear what you wore yesterday? Or– no, you’ve got that– you brought T-shirts. Wear a T-shirt.”

Joe couldn't fucking believe what he was hearing, mouth slightly agape, pulling into a smile.

“Please go change into a white T-shirt, or even the black one. I’ll wait here.”

Joe chuckled, shook his head and was about to admit defeat and turn back to walk to the lifts, but then he stopped, said, “All right, but you get someone to get a new plaster for your eyebrow,”

Ugh.

“Fine,”

“Fine.”

Two hours later, you found yourself with your feet in the water and sand between your toes, a fresh new way thinner plaster stuck over your eyebrow and Joe right next to you.

In his black T-shirt.

The one that still smelled vaguely of your perfume which Joe only realised when he pulled it over his head earlier.

You were walking and talking and it turned out you’d booked the exact same trip on the exact same website.

Same agency. Same flights. Same hotel. Same dates. Same suitcases.

It was a lot of the same for this one week.

Everything else you could think to talk about? Vastly different.

You lived in opposite ends of London.

Worked in severely different fields, ones where you couldn't even imagine what each other’s day to day looked like.

Liked different music genres. Film genres.

Had different interests. Different hobbies.

Same humour though.

Joe had you giggling the whole time.

And, dared you think it, same love languages.

Joe reached over hands to touch you a lot. Small fleeting little moments, never inappropriate or crossing any boundaries.

You fucking loved it.

You spent time walking the shore, went into the water til it reached your knees for a little bit, and then spent time on sun beds that you had to pay for.

Well.

Sun beds that belonged to a restaurant so they made you order food and drink, which was fine.

Before you could order yourself a cocktail, Joe’d asked for fresh fruit and mocktails.

Mocktails.

When the waiter’d left, you softly scoffed at him.

“We’re in the sun,” Joe reasoned, the image of your face draining of colour before your knees gave out still fresh in his mind from the day before.

“We’re in the sun,” you mocked him, ready to burst into laughter when he would.

But then instead Joe reached over and removed your hand from your mouth, and fuck all the way off, you hadn't even realised you were biting at a nail again.

Ugh.

You groaned, annoyed with yourself, were about to say, why can’t I stop making myself bleed? but were stopped by Joe’s fingers that interlaced with yours.

You looked at the tangle of fingers that rested on his thigh and your vision went a little fuzzy.

“There.” was all Joe said, just helping.

You ate fresh tropical fruits in the sun.

People-watched in the sun.

Drank mocktails in the sun.

You drank expensive juice and then even had some water because you were being all sensible now. Stayed hydrated. Kept food in your system. Were well rested, for once. Held hands with an attractive man. Ate a chunk of pineapple from his fingers.

Handsome man in expensive clothes.

Handsome man who made you laugh a lot.

Handsome man who’d held you through a nightmare comedown.

Handsome man whose nose was starting to burn from the sun a little.

Handsome man who awkwardly said he should probably get out of the sun. Go back to the hotel. He didn’t want to, he was having a great time, but he hadn’t brought sunscreen with him and it was probably best to head back.

You said it was fine, you were kind of ready to head back yourself too.

You didn’t hold hands as you walked back to the hotel together.

You didn’t hold hands as you stepped back into the air-conditioned hotel lobby together.

You didn’t hold hands as you stepped into the lift together, and then you didn’t hold hands as Joe pressed the button for his floor and then didn’t hold hands as you waited until the doors closed.

Joe looked at the buttons.

Then at you.

You hid a smirk.

Joe didn’t catch it and pressed the button for your floor.

Just helping, wasn’t he?

Okay, well... no worries. You just... you just thought that maybe you’d been on the same page, you know? But it was fine. Fine. Okay.

Joe didn’t catch what you were trying to do and it was fine.

Joe had pressed the button to the 11th floor because that was where your room was and he just hadn’t caught on to why you hadn’t pressed it yourself.

Fine.

Joe was just helping. Didn’t see what was going on underneath the surface with you.

Fine.

It was fine. Deep breaths.

But then he did catch it. It took him a second, maybe two, but then he caught it in your reflection. In the way you bit your lips into your mouth and nodded slowly at yourself as you looked down at your feet. It took a moment but then he caught on and... yea. Yea, that could work. Would work. Was going to work. Absolutely. Yes.

Yes.

The lift reached Joe’s floor and you held your breath as the doors opened.

Joe didn’t move.

You thought maybe he didn’t know what to say. How to say goodbye. How to maybe ask you to dinner later.

Joe didn’t move until the doors slowly closed again. You made eye contact in the reflective surface and both let sneaky smirks pull at the corners of your mouths.

Yes.

Good. You were lying before. Nothing was fine. But now it was.

More than fine.

The lift moved again and you saw how Joe’s eyes trailed down the reflection your body ’til they found your hand. You saw how Joe watched his own hand reach for yours.

Soft touches.

Fingers intertwining.

You held hands.

Joe squeezed your fingers and you held hands.

Smiles were no longer hidden. Bashful and blushing, absolutely, but nothing hidden as you held hands.

You held hands as the lift reached your floor.

You held hands as you both stepped out, sand from the beach still in between your toes.

You held hands as you walked down the corridor until you reached your room.

You held hands as you found your keycard to open your door, and then you held hands as you both stepped inside, and then you held hands until the door fell into its lock behind you.

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love you goodbye

navi | taglist

pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.7k

tags: smut, angst, lots of angst, and even more angst

when seonghwa received a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he all but threw himself at it—except, he had to leave you behind. with his plane ticket sitting idly on his bedside, he bids you one final goodbye.

warnings: breakup sex, unprotected sex (boooo 👎🏼), creampie, lots of crying (a LOT of crying), lots of L bombs too bc they're still very much in love and life SUCKS, nicknames (hwa, pretty girl, sweet girl, darling, love, sweetheart)

A/N: I feel the need to issue a formal apology for this one. once I started it, I just couldn't stop —I originally planned it to be around 1k words... but, well. ehem. anyway. this was kind of inspired by 2521 too, soo... enjoy? haha.. ha.

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You knew from the start that Seonghwa was hiding something from you, but you decided not to address it, not until he was ready to approach you on his own. He was never good at keeping secrets—a rush of nervous energy taking over him at the mere thought of it. He'd stutter when you'd question him, struggle to meet your eyes, fiddle with his thumbs—all telltale signs that he was a crumbling mess on the inside, guilt and anxiety eating at his very soul.

The signs started early this time, and yet, you pretended not to notice. How his mind would wander into unknown territory while you spoke about your day, his attentive eyes and curious nods replaced by a blank stare while he feigned engrossment. How he closed his laptop as soon as you stepped foot into the room, claiming he was suddenly tired and wanted to go to sleep when you questioned him. How he lied awake in bed hours after turning the lights off and kissing you goodnight, tossing and turning and exhaling deep sighs while he wrestled with his thoughts.

You remained patient, still set on waiting for him to take the first step. But when Seonghwa got into bed just before dawn reeking of cigarettes, the stench so strong you had to wash your sheets the next day, you couldn't sit still anymore. Especially so after seeing the ashtray on your balcony filled to the brim with the squashed buds—despite having emptied it two days ago—with two empty cigarette packets thrown haphazardly beside it on the small table.

"They offered me a job in Paris, and it's… it's a really good job," he'd answered when you finally confronted him. Once in a lifetime, he had described it. His dream job; something he had been working towards since before he'd met you. And so, who were you to ask him to stay? To ask him to let this opportunity go, simply to keep him for a little while longer? Before he began to hate you for it, before he realized that he shouldn't have listened to you—that he should have let you go when he had the chance.

So you told him to take it, pushing back the tears stinging at your eyes and plastering a smile onto your face—you could only hope it looked convincing. And yet, Seonghwa didn't look pleased. Quite the opposite, he began to cry, hot tears streaming down his face while he yelled and screamed at how unbelievable you were—letting him go so easily.

In spite of that, Seonghwa listened to you, accepting the offer. You knew you had to be supportive of his decision despite the burning in your chest when he stopped fighting against the idea of leaving you. Part of you hoped he would stay for you and still love you all the same, but it seemed like those two statements could never exist together.

You felt cruel for the satisfaction you felt at his hesitance while you sat down to book his plane ticket, locking in the decision the both of you dreaded. But still, you had to be supportive, even if that meant booking the ticket yourself because Seonghwa's hands wouldn't stop shaking. The breath of relief he exhaled after the confirmation screen loaded made your stomach stir, your dinner mixed with bile and pure despair inching their way up your system and collecting at the back of your throat. You swallowed them down and threw on your best smile, blinking away the tears threatening to fall.

--

"We should set a time to call. By the time I wake up, you would be at work, but if we-"

"Seonghwa," you interrupted, the lump in your throat growing bigger the more you heard him speak about the future.

You knew the second he told you about the job that you wouldn't be able to handle a long-distance relationship. You had been living together for over a year, dating for several more; having him more than ten meters away from you for longer than a day would be too absurd to comprehend. Seeing him less than three times a year? You'd be more convinced with a UFO outside your window.

"What? I promise I'll find the time, I just need to adjust my schedule and-" he continued and the throbbing in your chest almost made you double over in pain.

"Let's just end it all."

–

The slow ticking of the clock on the wall across from you, the suitcases packed full of Seonghwa's belongings, the insistent shuffling of bodies against the sheets—they all wrote themselves into the memory of his last day with you.

Seonghwa stilled above you, the sheen of sweat covering his body reflecting the moonlight where it peeked through the window. His eyes took in your expression, your features, and everything about you; all the while, his hands ran over the curves of your body, stopping momentarily to tweak at your nipples before wrapping around your waist.

"Hwa, please move," you whined and rolled your hips against him, his cock sheathed inside you.

Seonghwa slid a hand down to your hips, stilling their movements before leaning closer to press his lips to the corner of your mouth. He trailed kisses down to your jaw, then back up across your cheeks to your temple. His hips ground against yours, pressing against the gummy spot that made your eyes roll back.

"H-hwa, more," you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your nails digging into his biceps.

"Shh, there's no rush," he whispered against your skin, still placing kisses wherever he could.

You knew there was no rush. The way he made you fall apart on his tongue and fingers over and over again for what felt like hours was enough proof of that; but perhaps part of you was in a hurry to get this over with, this final goodbye that you'd been dreading for weeks. Seonghwa had looked at you with those big eyes, wet and glimmering as he spoke, "Can I have you? One last time. Please, let this be the last thing I ever ask of you." You had to pretend that his words did not shatter your heart, the pieces piercing through your insides every time he looked at you with anguish staining his features.

He's had you in every way possible, but this felt different. The slow grinding of his hips against yours, his cock heavy between your walls—still, he moved slowly, as if chasing his orgasm was the last of his concerns—his feathery touch raising goosebumps all over your skin. It was intimate in ways you never wished it to be, in ways that tore your heart out of your chest and left you bleeding out.

"How am I supposed to just let you go?" He breathed out against your neck while his hips continued their grinding, his pelvis brushing against your clit.

Your hands eased around his biceps, wrapping around him instead and pressing into his back. A bitter smile curled the corners of your lips. "I'm sure you'll find a pretty French lady as soon as you land-"

"But I want you," he pulled away from your embrace to look you in the eyes, his own heavy with tears. "I need you, (Y/n)."

Your eyes burned as hot tears gathered along your waterline. "You need to let me go, Hwa," your voice shook, barely over a whisper.

He wasn't oblivious to the facade you had been hiding behind, concealing your hurt to support his decision so he wouldn't beat himself up for leaving you. Perhaps he willingly chose to ignore it, finding it easier to believe that he was the only one bearing an aching heart. It was only now that he became conscious of his selfishness—leaving you to deal with your sorrow and grief alone rather than being there for you. Rather than being there for each other.

Seonghwa knew he couldn't go back to fix his mistakes, so he resorted to focusing on making you feel good, watching as pleasure overtook your features with every roll of his hips. His hand cupped your jaw, and his lips slotted against yours. You reciprocated, pressing your lips against his, and at that, Seonghwa almost let out a sigh of relief. The kiss was soft, gentle, paired with the easy twist of tongues.

In the few hours he had left with you, he wanted to have you in every way he could think of. Seonghwa wanted everything about you to forever be engraved into his mind—from your features and how they reacted everytime his cock pressed against your favourite spot, to the blush on your cheeks when he told you he loved you.

Seonghwa drew his length halfway out of you, sinking it back into your clenching heat, feeling your legs twitch against his hips as you took him inch by inch between your pulsing walls.

"Hwa, h-hwa, please just- ah," your nails dug into the soft skin of his back and you rolled your hips to meet his slow thrusts.

He reveled in the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him, sucking him in down to the base and refusing to let him go. He sucked a bruise under your jaw—something to remember him by; as if you could ever forget.

"Sweet girl," he kissed you, a gentle brush over your lips. "I love you so much."

His words sent a jolt of pain through your chest, tears pooling in your eyes once again. "Seonghwa…"

He ignored the strain in your voice. "Let me take care of you." He kissed away the trail of tears running down your temple. "Will you let me love you one last time?"

You brought your hands to Seonghwa's face, wiping away the wetness staining his precious skin. You nodded, a broken sob escaping you while you spoke, "one last time."

You held each other, bodies flush while Seonghwa pounded his cock into you, grinding his hips into yours before going back to fucking you at a relentless pace.

His eyes never wavered off your face, and he denied every request to change positions—he wanted to see you, to take you in fully, to write you so accurately into his mind he could draw you with his eyes closed.

"Nghhh, Hwa. Fuck- I'm so close," you moaned against his mouth before he muffled your sweet melodies with his lips.

He pressed his hand onto the underside of your thigh, spreading you open and allowing him to stuff you full of his cock with every thrust. Your legs trembled under his touch, a breath away from coming undone.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so well, my love. Oh, my pretty girl, I'm going to miss you so much," he nuzzled his nose against yours while he molded your lips together, swallowing all your moans.

The look in his eyes—so full of love and grief—was the last thing you remembered before you tipped over the edge, your body seizing up under Seonghwa as pleasure rushed through you like a shockwave. His fingers found your clit, rubbing circles around it while he continued to pump his cock into you.

"Hah, J-just a little more, a-ahh," he blew heavy breaths into your open mouth, his tongue slipping out to lick over your top lip. "Where do you want me, sweetheart?"

"I-Inside, please. Fill me up, Hwa," you clawed at his back, eyes shut tightly as the pain from overstimulation mixed with pleasure, Seonghwa's cock punching against the spot that made your back arch.

His hips stuttered, managing a few more sloppy thrusts before spilling his seed inside you, warmth spreading through your abdomen as ribbons of white decorated your walls. A series of I love you's streaming from the both of you as you rode out your highs.

Something hot dropped onto your cheek. Opening your eyes, you were met with Seonghwa's own, bloodshot and glassy with overflowing tears dripping onto your skin. His broken sobs pierced through the stillness in the room, shaking his whole body as they ripped through his chest, and the pain squeezed at your heart so tightly you thought it might arrest.

You held him against your chest while he cried, his softening cock still stuffed inside you. Rubbing slow circles into his back, you waited until his breathing steadied before you spoke.

"It's the right thing to do, leaving," you muttered, afraid to speak any higher.

He sniffled, burying his face further into your chest. "I know," he whispered, voice nasally and hoarse.

A few seconds of silence passed before you spoke again, your bottom lip wobbling as you tried to get the words out.

"Hwa, please be happy-"

"(Y/n), don't."

"Just let me- p-please, I need to-" your voice broke, tears falling into his hair and wetting the soft strands.

Seonghwa remained quiet, and you took it as a sign to continue.

"T-take care of yourself, and make sure you're not s-skipping meals," you sniffled, pressing your lips to his temple as you spoke. "Make friends so you're not alone there, and go out with your coworkers, but don't get t-too drunk because I won't be there to take care of you-" You felt his shoulders shake against you, wetness dripping down your collarbones. "I won't ask you to forget about me, I don't want that either. But at least try to find love, Hwa. I-I want you to be happy," you placed kiss after kiss against the side of his face, carding your fingers through his hair. "Are you even listening?"

You smiled against his temple when he nodded, his voice rough from crying, broken with sobs.

"I'm going to m-miss you so much."

–

Seonghwa lied awake for hours after you had tucked yourself into his chest, breathing out a final I love you before succumbing to the grip of sleep.

He heard the early birds singing outside your window, and yet the joyful melody did nothing to ease the harrowing ache in his chest. He stayed there long enough for them to leave their nest, soaring across the sky in celebration of the new day. But Seonghwa stayed there, lying on his side with his arms secured around your figure, storing every last detail about you—every last blemish scattered across your skin—into his mind. For hours, he studied the angle at which your nose sloped, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way your fingers squeezed at his skin in your sleep, how the first rays of sunlight peeked through the open blinds to cast shadows over your features. He wondered how long it would be before he'd begin to forget certain things about you—the scent of your perfume, the way the corners of your eyes crinkled when you smiled, your favourite songs, your usual café order. He also wondered whether moving across the globe would even matter, if it made a difference, or would everything that made you so uniquely you be etched into his mind forever?

"Wake me up before you go," you'd told him before you fell asleep, but he couldn't bear having to say goodbye again. So he turned your alarms off, watching your peaceful expression and wondering what you were dreaming about. He hoped it was something nice, something other than him.

Quietly rolling his suitcases outside, Seonghwa walked back into your once shared bedroom, memories dripping off the painted walls. He crouched by your bedside, his eyes finding your face, resting calm and placid on your pillow. He pressed his lips against your forehead, keeping them there for a few seconds and inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

"I hope you get everything you've ever wanted, my love," he whispered against your skin, eyes prickling with tears. But I hope I never hear a thing about it, he added silently.

As Seonghwa closed the door behind him, his keys left behind on your kitchen island, he finally allowed reality to seep into his mind. He was leaving, and you were letting him go. He walked down the hallway while he tried to process the emotions rushing through him, his plane ticket sitting idly in his coat pocket.

There was no place for you and him in this world, not if the both of you wanted to be happy. But perhaps in another life, you would finally get your happy ending.

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[kleefkruid]

How is Kotelet dealing with being an inside cat? And Marcel?

Honestely the answer is 'too busy being baby machine'. So I trapped her about 4 tot 5 days (can't remember) before she gave birth and then she was miffed about it, but that was of course because she was looking for the best possible nesting place and we know 'best' for her means somewhere out in the rain beneath some bush. But she yowled on the windowsill for one day before she became too pregnant to even get on the windowsill so from then on she was mainly sleeping and throwing grumpy looks at the door like 'you know what I'd be doing if I wasn't a football on legs now.'

Since then she's been nursing non-stop, had her fever and is just exhausted having 5 mouths to feed so she just eats. She wants to walk around the apartment especially in the morning (she'd always come in while I was making coffee bc that's when the balcony door opened usually) but she's just too tired, which is entirely normal at this point.

So how will she be when she gets more energy? I honestly don't know. What I do know is that she still refuses cat food, and at this point I don't know if she'll ever accept it? I do have to manage my expectations since she's a certified feral cat. It's rare (but possible) to even get a feral friendly with humans but she'll never turn into a full couch potato.

Once the kittens are weaned onto kitten food I'll have a go at trying to get her onto cat food by simply not giving chicken anymore, but I don't know if it'll work.

Long term: Right now we have a good house with a safe protected area where plenty of people feed her and she can catch mice, but if I'd have to move to a less than ideal place for a feral cat, I wouldn't want to leave her behind so then we'd have to look for a farm set-up or something, somwhere where she can hang out with humans whenever she wants but catch her own food.

But first we'll see what I can do in the next weeks, it's just important to remember this is a feral cat and she missed the window to be a full house cat. Keeping her inside idefinitely is just not a possibility from a wellfare perspective, even orgs from very pro-housecat countries advice against that. (bc the stress can literally kill them) But she'd be a very succesful social cat in a spayed and protected colony.

Oh and Marcel and Oskar are doing fine, Kotelet is in the bedroom so I can just close that door and then they can sit on the balcony whenever they want, and I got a feliway refill which Marcel reacts to well! if only they weren't too expensive to buy more often :') So Kotelet is high on mommy pheromones and the others on fake ones haha. Peace and love on earth for everyone except me who sadly doesn't react to kitty drugs, I wish I wish.

[jiihu]

﹅ 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝘁; 𝗵𝘂𝗵 𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

﹅ prompt — “i shouldn’t have to keep convincing myself that you love me. for once, i want to feel it.”

﹅ content — smut, angst, toxic, mommy kink, age-gap, power imbalance, professor/student

﹅ word count — 2k

﹅ a/n — i had to reupload bc broken account </3 + i’m sorry i took so long to post this i couldn’t edit it bc i’m actually embarrassed but i still wanted to post it because some of you guys were asking for it ^_^

“What about this one?” You asked Yunjin, holding the floral patterned sun dress to your figure. Her eyes surveyed the store for a second before glancing at you.

“It’s alright.” You lowered the dress to your waist, staring at her as she returned to analyzing the store.

“You said that for the last three dresses.” She shrugged, not bothering to turn around to face you.

“The last three dresses looked the same to me.”

“Never mind, it’s fine. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” you muttered, hanging the dress back up and walking to the front of the store. You heard her sigh deeply as she followed behind you, coming to a pace that kept her slightly ahead.

"Y/N, you know that if you want us to go out in public together, these are the precautions that I have to take. Could you imagine if someone caught us eating or shopping together? I could lose my job, and you would be known as the student who slept with your professor. Is that what you want?” Yunjin led you to the entrance by your arm as she questioned you. You stayed silent, letting her walk you to the car. Sitting down, you turned to face out of the window away from her. You watched as her eyes traced over your features through your peripherals. “Y/N, listen-”

“I get it, Jen. I know the consequences of being caught. It’s just….” You trailed off, chewing on the inside of your cheek. She moved her hand over to yours, rubbing the back of your hand with the pad of her thumbs.

“This is why I wanted us to spend our time inside. That way, we don’t have to hide anything,” She whispered delicately, continuing to caress the back of your hands. She sighed at your lack of a response, pulling her hands away and sitting back in her seat. “You know what?” You looked at her expectantly.“ We can take a vacation somewhere. Anywhere you’d like. No worrying about anyone seeing us, what do you say?”

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere.”

You let out a breath of relief, relaxing in Yunjin’s arms as she held you while you two looked over the balcony. “I knew you’d want to come here. Rome has been on your list for how many years?”

“Like four.” You grinned, closing your eyes and relishing the feeling of the sun on your face. She laughed, bringing her hands to your side and gently tracing your arm.

“You look so pretty like this. I love seeing you happy,” she mumbled into your neck, peppering light kisses down to your shoulder. You leaned forward, pulling away from Yunjin.

“Not here, please. Everyone can see us if they look up.” She pressed you into the railing before caging you in with her arms.

“It’s fine, babe. I promised you that there would be no worrying about anyone seeing us, didn’t I?” You peered over the balcony as she brushed her lips across your neck, her hands trailing down from your arms to the inside of your shirt. You twitched as her thumbs grazed your nipples, trying your best to stifle a moan. “Let me hear you.” An airy moan slipped past your lips, Yunjin chuckling against your neck as she moved her hands down and started to toy with the buttons on your shorts.

The denim pooled around your ankles as she tugged on the bow on your underwear, her other hand coming down to caress your stomach. “Can I?” She softly asked, rubbing her finger along the elastic band. You nodded, your attention still being on the people below to ensure you weren’t being watched. She pressed another kiss to your neck before dipping her hand inside your underwear.

“God, you’re so wet,” she mumbled, bringing her fingers to your face and spreading them apart. You watched a thin line of slick stretch between them as she used her other hand to pinch your cheeks with the pads of her fingers. “Taste yourself.” You parted your lips as she slipped her fingers inside, your tongue circling them. She pulled her fingers out and trailed them down to your stomach, pushing her hand under the band of your panties. “I love you,” she reminded you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your neck.

“I love you more.” You could barely finish your sentence before she parted your folds and traced a finger along your slit, her hand’s palm rubbing against your clit. “More, please.” You pleaded, throwing your head back against her shoulder.

“You want more?” She taunted you, kissing the outside of my ear. “Beg.” You huffed, your hips bucking into her hand as she stopped all movement. “Show mommy how much you want her.”

“Please, mommy. Please fuck me. I’ve wanted you so bad,” you whined, rolling your hips into her hand, desperate to feel something.

“Good girl,” she smiled, resting her other hand on your stomach. You felt her slip two fingers back inside of you, the heel of her hand coming to rest on your clit. Once she started moving her hand, the full feeling of her fingers inside of you and the friction on your clit was enough to bring you almost to the edge. "I’m sorry I’ve neglected you for this long, jagi. You can come for me,” she mumbled into your hair, pressing soft kisses into your temple. Your breathing started to pick up, and your legs began to shake as you’d been holding yourself up the entire time.

“Fuck, I’m getting close.” You panted, rolling your head to the side as you buried your face into her neck. You felt her pace quicken as you started to feel your orgasm approaching, her hand running up from your stomach to your chest again.

“I’ve got you, princess. Come for me. You’re okay. Just come for mommy,” she hushed you, whispering soft praises into your ear. "You’re okay.” She softly rubbed your stomach as you came down from your high, pulling her fingers out of your underwear so as to not overstimulate you. You felt your ears ringing as she pulled away from you, turning you around to face her. She smiled as she looked at you, your half-lidded eyes threatening to close and saliva wiped across your face.

“You did so well for me, princess. Let me clean you up.”

The two of you stayed in Rome for the weekend, doing everything you couldn’t back home. “What’d you think, princess?” She questioned you as she loaded the bags into her car and thanked the security who had helped you find your missing suitcase. You gave her a forced smile that didn’t reach your eyes, already beginning to miss the freedom you had in Italy.

“I loved it, but I wish we could be like that all the time.” She gave you a sympathetic look, put your apartment into her GPS, and started the car.

“I know. And I wish I could give it to you because you deserve so much more.” She took your hand into hers, pressing a kiss to the top. “Just a couple more weeks until summer, and we can have three months to ourselves.” You nodded, holding onto her hand as she began driving.

“I love you so much,” you mumbled into her lips as you arrived at your apartment.

“I love you more,” she smiled, shooing you off in the direction of your door. “Get some sleep, and don’t be late for class!” She yelled as you walked towards the door. You shook your head and waved her off before closing the door. You looked at the time on your phone and groaned, falling back onto the couch.

“3 hours of sleep if I go to sleep now.”

“Alright, everyone. Don’t forget your research papers are due tomorrow. Each day they’re late, that’s 15 points off.” Yunjin’s voice echoed around the classroom as she tried to talk over the rest of the students. You sat at your desk, pretending to take a bit longer as everyone else filed out of the room. “What can I do for you?” She questioned you, glancing over towards the door to ensure it was closed.

“Nothing, I was just wondering if I could come over today. I baked you that cake you liked last time.” She sighed, her jaw clenched as she double-checked that the door was closed.

“Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you that we can’t have discussions like this here?” She said in a hushed tone.

“Why not? No one’s in here, and it’s not like bringing you a cake is anything incriminating,” You argued, watching as she stood up from her desk.

“I’m not explaining this to you again. I’m your professor and only your professor when we’re here.” She picked up her bag and stuffed some of her belongings from her desk inside. “I even took you on vacation, to Italy of all places. Do you think that was cheap?” She shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose as she put her bag on her shoulder. “If you can’t follow the one rule of leaving personal business outside of class, maybe we shouldn’t interact at all inside of campus. I will not lose my job because an ungrateful student doesn’t want to listen.” You stood dumbfounded, confused about what had changed between now and a couple of hours ago.

“I’m not trying to get you to lose your job, Jen. I just wish you wouldn’t treat me the way you sometimes do. Instead of treating me like the rest of your students, you treat me like I’m some sort of nuisance. I’m not asking for special treatment, but I shouldn’t have to keep convincing myself that you love me. For once, I want to feel it.” She scoffed, folding her arms in front of her chest and staring at you with a stern glare.

“I do treat you like the rest of my students. You are no different than the rest, Y/N. The only difference is that we fuck sometimes. Is that what you wanted to hear?” As she said that, you felt a pang in your chest, and your heart began to pound.

“Is this seriously all I am to you? Just a quick fuck?” She groaned, rolling her head to the side as she stared into space.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Y/N. I meant that I couldn’t show any favoritism toward you. I’ve been teaching here for five years; I can’t just give it up this easily.”

“That’s fine, Yunjin. I don’t expect you to lose your job over me. I think it’d be best to end this here before one of us gets hurt.” She stared at me for a moment before shaking her head, her shoulders moving up and down as she chuckled.

“Seriously? Do you want to end it here after one argument? How do you expect anyone else to be as patient with you as I am?” You furrowed your eyebrows, watching as she stared in amusement at your confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, Y/N, no one else will put up with you the way I will. I was your first everything. I navigated you through your first year of college; I guided you through your first relationship, our relationship. You were a timid freshman with no backbone until I molded you into the person you are today. So no, we aren’t just going to end this here,” she mocked your words, stepping closer to you.

You held back your tears, quickly walking towards the door before you broke down in front of her. Her words still echoed in your head because, deep down, you knew they were true. No matter how badly Yunjin treated you, you knew you’d always end up going back to her. The way she brought you comfort, even though she was usually the reason you were seeking consolation in the first place.

Like always, Yunjin apologized with an expensive gift and dinner, promising to change her behavior. She told you that in two weeks, she’d take you to wherever you wanted to go for three months. “I’m sorry, jagiya. You just frustrate me so much sometimes,” she repeated like a mantra every time you two argued. No matter how badly she treated you, you always returned to her because who else was going to put up with you this way?

[vcnillazelda]

nightmares

john “soap” mactavish x reader

summary: whilst on a mission, you confide in someone close to you about your past.

tags: reader was apart of ghosts, past relationship (keegan/reader), mentioned hesh and logan, soap is a sweetheart, ghost is grumpy, but he cares about his two idiots <3, story telling (probs a dialogue heavy fic sorry), night terrors, ptsd, mild age difference (reader is 19 and johnny is 24), shitty home lives, implied! abusive family, reader’s call sign is viper, angst with a happy ending, fluff, kisses, getting together, father figure price bc i’m mentally ill, some dialogue lines from child psychology by black box recorder bc i love them <3

yes ik this is probably gonna be inaccurate but i’ve been hyperfixated on this idea so i’m gonna write it.

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“logan!” you scream, tears flowing down your face. “logan- no!” the blonde crumbles to the floor, weak, injured, dying. hesh is distraught, keegan’s distant, you’re sobbing. inside, you feel like you’re the one dying. everything happens in a flash and you feel sick, stomach swirling like you’re gonna hurl. you’re washed up on the beach, waking up, sea water in your mouth. next thing you know, logan’s taken, and that’s where it all ends.

you wake with a gasp, jolting up onto your elbow. you had been lay on your side, your body now supported by your arm. “fuck..” you whisper, running your hand over your face, not caring for the skull face paint on your skin anymore. “viper?” johnny mutters, scottish voice thick with sleep. “sorry, johnny. didn’t mean to wake you.” you whisper, and he hums. “it’s alright. just don’t wake simon.” he jokes, and you humour him with a soft laugh, getting up and stretching a little. “i’m gonna go have a smoke.” you mutter. you hear a small rustle behind you, and light footsteps. of course he was going to follow you, both of you knew this. simon often called johnny your shadow, or your dog, based on how the sergeant would follow you around base as well as off base.

“need a light?” johnny asks, offering his lighter as you hold the cigarette between your lips. you hum, accepting your friend’s lighter with a small nod as thanks. “want one?” you ask, voice muffled slightly around the bud. “go on then.” soap pinches a smoke from your packet, which had been crumpled in your jean pocket. johnny let’s you lean close, lighting his cigarette with yours as you press the lighter into his hand. “thanks.” johnny puffs out a small cloud, taking the cig from his lips. you hum, taking a longer drag than usual before snatching your own cigarette between your fingers. “what was your dream about?” johnny asks, and you glance to him, smoke flowing from your nostrils as you sit in silence for a moment. “sorry?”

“you had a bad dream. what happened?” his eyes are mixed with adoration and worry, and you laugh a little. “it’s nothing.” you mutter, leaning against the balcony of the building’s roof. you had to give it to simon for picking a café like this, the view of the street was beautiful. “viper…” johnny mutters, clearly not knowing what to say otherwise. “just finish your smoke and go back to bed, yeah?” you sigh. “i’m worried about you.” johnny admits, and you nod. “i know.” you say, taking a drag of your cig. “then talk to me. i want to help.” his palm rests upon your back, and you sigh. “just go to bed johnny.” you whisper, voice small, vulnerable. “i want to help.” he repeats, voice calm compared to yours.

“i know you do, but you’re not my therapist.” you snap. the air between you both is silent and pregnant with anticipation. neither one of you says anything, but johnny’s hand leaves your back. “just go to bed. please.” you whisper, a silent beg. “i’m not leaving you, y/n.” johnny sits upon the bench near the railing, you glance to him. “why do you care so much? you barely know me outside of all this.” you mutter, looking away. “i care because we’re friends. whether i ‘know’ you or not.” johnny speaks softly. you both inwardly cringe, a small silence overcasting the balcony. “do you want to hear a story?” johnny asks, you look to him. “okay..?”

he pats the bench beside him, and you roll your eyes, sitting down. “i have a phobia of dogs.” he admits suddenly, you laugh softly. “what?” johnny hums, nodding a little. “it’s true. i was in the park with me ma’ and i got bit by this big doberman. had to go to hospital and have stitches along my arm.” he shows you the thin scar upon his forearm and you hum. “i was five, and i’ve been terrified of dogs ever since.” johnny finishes, and you smile a little. “thats a shame. i love dogs.” you reply, taking a drag from your cigarette. “you got any stories from your past?” he asks, and you hum. “i don’t think so.”

“come on, viper. you’ve got to have at least one for me.” johnny smiles. “alright, alright. let me think.” you pretend for a moment, in reality you weren’t thinking all that hard, but johnny sits patiently as you drag out the silence. “i stopped talking when i was six.” you admit, and johnny hums softly. “how come?” he asks, genuinely intrigued, cigarette left aside in an idle ashtray upon a bin as he turns to you. “i didn’t really want anything to do with the outside world. i was happy being quiet.” you shrug, taking a drag from your cig. “but, of course, they wouldn’t leave me alone.” you sigh through your nose. johnny’s clearly intrigued in learning about you past to the point where he looked adorable, head tilted a little, eyes sparkling. “they..?” he asks, and you nod. “my parents, they tried every trick in the book. from speech therapists to child psychologists.” you huff out a sour laugh. “they even tried bribery. i could have anything, all i had to do was say it.” johnny smiles a little at the thought of a tiny you retrieving gifts for speaking. “of course this episode didn’t last forever. i had made my point, it was time to move on.” you shrug, stretching a little. “your point?”

“got into an argument with my sister. i said i wasn’t gonna talk to her again. i won that one.” you laugh a little. johnny chuckles too. “how petty of you.” you nod, a proud smile on your face. he’s happy that you’re feeling better. you carried on with a story. “my school report always said i showed no interest. ‘a disruptive influence’ i almost felt sorry for them.” you shrug, finishing your cigarette, stepping and grinding out the lit bud. “when they finally expelled me, it didn’t mean a thing.” you shrug, leaning back against the arm of the bench, meeting johnny’s gaze as you tuck a leg under yourself, the other hanging off the bench. you take to using your arm as a headrest instead of leaning on the hard wood. “after some beatings and getting kicked out, i ran off to america… joined the army.” you mutter, soap perks up.

“why america?” johnny furrows his brows, and you sigh. “had some family in the army. i didn’t wanna risk it.” you explain, and johnny hums, letting you continue. “i lied about my age, at 17 years old i worked my way up as a scout and a sniper for a whole year until i was eventually put into a special task force of people at 18. we were called ghosts.” johnny chuckles a little at the name. “would a certain someone we know also have been involved?” he jokes, and you chuckle softly. “no. simon wasn’t there.” johnny let’s out a joking “aww”. “what happened in this task force?” he asks. you think for a moment. should you open up? fuck it. you had gotten this far. “this task force was responsible for fighting against a man and his homemade army… rorke. sleazy bastard. he used to be a ghost, y’know..?” of course he didn’t know, but he nodded anyway out of politeness. “so, we went after this fella. me, hesh- david, hesh’s brother logan, elias, merrick… and keegan.” you mutter. “keegan..?”

“we were seeing each other. kinda… i was being distant because at first because i had only turned 18 upon joining the ghosts, he was 38… i felt like i’d get him in trouble… but we grew closer. i told him everything and he simply held me and said “it’s all gonna be okay, kid”. he was so sweet… we were as thick as thieves.” you take a soft breath, gaze flitting away from johnny. he gently pats your shoulder. “where is he now..? if you don’t mind me asking?” johnny mutters. “he went back into the marines after ghosts disbanded.” you respond. “we went our separate ways as i came back to england.”

“why’d they disband? sounds like a good team.” he knew nothing about the team. he just wanted to know more about you. “everything went wrong. lots of people died… the leader of the ghosts was elias walker… david and logan’s father. he died in front of us, and we all felt helpless. it started crumbling there, but we kept on. then… the train- the fucking train.” you grimace, eyes closing. johnny stays quiet, hand rubbing your side gently to ease you back into talking. “what happened on the train..?” he asks after a beat of silence. “there was a fight- hesh got shot and the window broke and it flooded. i didn’t know what to do..” you whisper. soap furrows his brows. “flooded..?”

“we were underwater by the time hesh got shot. the window shattered and we had to scatter. both he and logan were w.i.a…” you explain, and johnny hums. “that makes a bit more sense. what happened after it flooded..?” you take a shaky breath, collecting yourself. “we got out, washed up on some beach… hesh was injured, so was logan. rorke, he was too, but he managed to get up… he-“ you choke up a little, and johnny acts on instinct. he pulls you into a hug. “take your time, doll. it’s okay.” he mutters, hooking his chin over your shoulder. “rorke- he took logan… dragged him away. i tried to get up, to help, but i lost them- i- i could of saved him, johnny…” you whimper, squeezing your friend tightly. “it’s okay. you did the best you could, i’m sure.”

“i was so scared… i froze. i found my way back to david and we cried together until we were rescued. a team swept the jungle, but we never found him… we never found logan- he’s still out there somewhere, johnny. i know he is.” you whisper, voice trembling. “if logan’s a fighter, he’ll be alright. the ghosts will find him.” johnny mutters. “it’s only david now. everyone split. rorke got away. he’s in hiding somewhere… i still have nightmares of him coming after me… after david too.” you mutter. “and that fucking train wreck of a mission.” your face nuzzles into johnny’s neck for comfort, tears wetting his skin. his palm gently rubbed your back until you felt a little better. “did you go home when they disbanded..?” johnny asks, hoping to change the subject. “yeah… i went back to england after seeing a psychologist.” you sit back a little, hands running along his arms before completely separating from johnny.

“it was a november day when i arrived home. all the christmas decorations came were already up.” you smile at the memory, but it’s bitter. “spray on snow, coloured flashing lights, and a damn christmas tree that played silent night, over and over again.” the two of you share a soft chuckle at the thought of the tree. “my parents welcomed me in with loving arms… but after an hour we were back at each other’s throats. that normal happy childhood back on course.” you joke, eyes still watery. “i’m sorry, y/n.” johnny sighs, unsure as to what else to say. “it’s alright. they’re long gone. i joined the army again, in england. that’s where price found me, picked me up…” you and the captain were close, a definite father-daughter bond between you both even though you had only served with the task force for two months. “he’s the reason you joined?” johnny asks, and you nod. “yeah. he saw what i could do and vouched for me.”

“i’m glad he did.” johnny smiles, and you smile too. “me too.” you mutter, glancing away almost shyly. “viper.. where’s that come from?” he asks, and you smile. “keegan always called me it. ‘little viper’. little because i looked so young to them all considering i said i was 21, forged documents and all… and the viper part came from how patient i was, yet my rifle had a sharp, sudden kick, like a viper strike i suppose. i was always quite happy at base, but i went quiet; hyper-focused in the field. sometimes they forgot i was there and i scared them on comms.” you laugh a little. “you still do that now.”

“back then it was worse.” you smile. johnny smiles too, that familiar fondness in his eyes. “it suits you… viper.” johnny mutters, and you smile softly. “yeah..?” you whisper, watching him as he moves in a little closer. “yeah…” his soft eyes flicker down to your lips, and you take that as an invitation. your lips meet, and it’s electric. the two of you part for a moment, checking the other’s reaction carefully before kissing again. your hand rests upon his neck, and johnny hummed softly, leaning in more. his hands slip under the hoodie you always wore under your tactical vest, and your own hands grasp his forearms, encouraging him.

“bloody hell, you two. was wondering where you two went.” a gruff voice snaps, and you both jump away. “simon..” you mutter, wiping your lips a little, looking to johnny and genuinely laughing as he blinks, dumbfounded. he had your face paint plastered faintly on his lips, black and white lines across his lips. quickly, he wipes his lips of the paint and simon rolls his eyes. “get back to bed both of you- separately..!” simon points between you both, clearly a bit grumpy. “roger that, l.t.” you smile at johnny who laughs a little. “is price still on watch?” you ask, and simon nods. “yeah. so get back to bed. we’ve gotta be up early in the morning.” simon commands, and you get up, passing by the tall, grouchy man. johnny does the same.

the room is dark, and you get back onto your makeshift bed, listening as johnny does the same. simon waits for a moment, probably smoking whilst he has the privacy. johnny laughs a little, and you smile. “what?” you ask, voice already humoured. “can’t believe we got caught like that.” johnny chuckles, and you giggle too. “i know. let’s hope he doesn’t tell price. he’ll have your head.” you joke. “yeah right. price loves me.” johnny replies. the two of you go silent as simon walks back in, watching you both carefully before getting to bed himself. as soon as you’re both sure he’s asleep, you both laugh quietly.

after what felt like forever, you had closed your eyes, yet you were anxious of falling asleep. you jump a little as someone nudges up against you, and johnny whispers softly into your ear. “sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.” he mutters, and you smile. “it’s okay. i thought simon said separately.” you joke, and johnny laughs silently. “he’s asleep. he won’t care when he’s awake and had some coffee.” johnny responds. you nod, rolling onto your side to cuddle into him. “so.. are we like..?” johnny trails off. “if you wanna be..?” you mumble, johnny smiles, kissing your lips gently. “alright. g’night, love.” he mumbles, a silent declaration. “good night, johnny.” you respond, squeezing him slightly as he cradles you close. you slept soundly for the first time in a year.

-

bonus:

you wake up to the sound of a truck rolling past, raising you up a little as your perked ears listen. it passes by, and you relax a little. price greets you softly, and you groan, head falling back onto your ‘pillow’. over night, johnny had stolen your pillow, so you had decided on using his bicep as a pillow instead. it was warm and comfortable so you didn’t care. “want some coffee, love?” price asks, he was sat next to some coffee pot he found. “there’s no milk, unfortunately. but it’ll do you until we get back to base.” you hum. “five more minutes.” you whine, and johnny shuffles a bit closer, still fast asleep. “evac’s gonna be here in 45. it’ll give you some time to freshen up.” you whine softly, peeling yourself from johnny’s tight grasp and gently shaking him. “no.” he slurs out, and you sigh, shaking him a bit more. eventually, johnny wakes up, wiping his eyes with furrowed brows. you glance to price, who winks at you, either proud or smug that he’s caught you cuddling with soap. simon was sat in the corner, silently sipping his coffee; mask raised a little yet still somehow covering his face.

“mornin’.” johnny stretches dramatically after adjusting to being awake, sitting up as well. “morning.” the sergeant jumps as price chuckles. “coffee, lad?” the older man asks, holding up the pot. “uh, yeah… please.” johnny mutters, acting like a teenager being caught by his girlfriend’s father. in a way, the situation was like that. you shuffle over to price, slouching against his side dramatically as he pours the coffee into two cups. “sleep well?” the captain teases, and you sigh. “shut up.” you accept a cup of coffee, putting it to the side to let it cool. “and you?” price looks to johnny, specifically where your face paint had smudged off onto his shirt. johnny pulls his tactical vest on, cheeks flustered. “yeah. it was alright.” he mumbles, sitting slightly across from price and near you.

“good. simon told me everything.” price deadpans, and johnny chokes on his coffee. one because it was scolding, and two because of the captain’s bluntness. “simon..!” you complain, leaning forward to look at the lieutenant. “sorry.” he shrugs, voice seemingly bored. “no you’re not.” you sneer jokingly, breaking into a smile. “you’re right, viper. i’m not.” simon jokes along, voice still that same monotone. johnny is flustered, swallowing roughly to try and soothe his tongue. “my apologies captain… it won’t happen again.” he mutters, truly afraid of price snapping at him. “you’re alright, son.” the older man laughs softly, and you both deflate a little. “i’m technically not viper’s dad, but she’s the closest i’ve ever had to having a daughter, and i’d still appreciate it if you’d treat her right.” price states, sipping his own coffee. “price.” you sigh, running a hand over your face.

“i will, sir. i promise.” johnny responds smoothly, glancing to you. you smile a little, and johnny smiles too. “right then. now that that’s all sorted, let’s talk about something else, yeah?” price shrugs, and both you and johnny mutter in agreement, simon simply shrugs. “so, johnny… i hear you’re afraid of dogs?” price teases, and poor johnny chokes on his coffee yet again. “you heard all that? even viper’s-?” price raises his hand to silence johnny. “i know of viper’s past. she’s only told me and her psychologist.” you nod a little, it’s sheepish. “i see.” johnny mutters. “i know too. your conversation wasn’t exactly quiet.” simon pipes up, and you roll your eyes. “we know, simon. thanks.” you state sarcastically. johnny huffs out a soft laugh. the bickering and teasing swaps between you all, and you smile to yourself, feeling as though you truly had a family again.

[aalissy]

Dress-Up

Here's day 28 :). I hope you like this lil fluffy oneshot. I had a fun time writing it. Now Ima go sleep bc I'm tired and do nottt wanna go to work tomorrow hehee.

AO3

Marinette stood in her room, her hands on her hips, surveying the array of costumes strewn across her bed. Tikki floated nearby, giggling softly.

"You really went all out this time, Marinette," the little kwami remarked, her tiny hands clasped together in delight.

Marinette grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, it's not every day you get to play dress-up with a superhero. Plus, it's a great way to test out new designs and have some fun!"

A soft tap on her balcony’s trapdoor drew Marinette's attention. Quickly, she pushed it open, beaming at Chat’s grinning face, his usual confident smirk replaced by a curious smile. She gestured him inside, and he was careful not to ruin all of her neatly laid clothes.

"Hey, purrincess," he greeted, his green eyes scanning the outfits. "What's all this?"

Marinette felt her cheeks slightly warm at the nickname but quickly brushed it off. "It's a surprise! I thought it would be fun to have a little costume party. Just you and me."

Chat’s eyebrows raised in intrigue. "A costume party, huh? Sounds like a purrfect idea."

She rolled her eyes playfully at his pun but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "Alright, kitty. Let's get started!"

She lifted up one of the outfits that she had made, holding it up as she struck a pose before gently placing it back down. There were superhero costumes, medieval attire, animal onesies, and even a few historical ensembles. Chat’s eyes widened as he took in the assortment.

"You've really outdone yourself, Marinette. Where did you get all of these?"

Marinette chuckled. "There are some old designs that I made, others are more recent, and there are a few that are just things I've collected from various costume stores over the years. Now, pick one!"

Chat scratched his head, looking a bit overwhelmed. "Hmm, how about we start with something simple?"

She nodded and reached for a couple of animal onesies. "How about these? You can be a bunny, and I can be a lion."

He laughed a deep, genuine sound that made her heart flutter. "A lion, huh? I don’t know though. I can’t purromise not to hop away too fast. Afur all, you are a lion."

Marinette rolled her eyes even as she giggled. She handed him the bunny onesie and picked up the lion costume for herself. Quickly, she slipped behind her dressing screen to change, while Chat simply stepped into his onesie. A few moments later, they both gazed at each other, stifling laughter. He looked particularly ridiculous in both a cat and bunny suit.

Either way, he beamed at her, the fuzzy bunny ears sitting comically on his head. Every so often his cat ears twitched making her giggle. He twitched his nose, sniffing the air playfully, managing to make Marinette laugh harder.

"And here I was thinking that you were a cat, not a little bunny," she teased, adjusting her lion’s mane.

"Well, every cat has a bit of bunny in them," Chat replied, lifting his nose even higher into the air before gazing back down at her. "But look at you, my furbulous lion. You look fierce."

She puffed out her chest, raising her head even higher. "Thank you very much, Chaton. Now, what should we do next?"

“Hmm, well how about... tag!” he shouted, hopping away from her as quickly as he had tapped her.

“Hey! Get back here!” Marinette huffed, chasing him around her room as the two engaged in a friendly game of tag.

They bounced around each other, giggling and teasing as they did so. It was light. Carefree. No worries fluttered through Marinette’s mind as she tried to avoid Chat’s slippery paw for what felt like the millionth time. It was nice. Eventually, they both collapsed back onto her chaise, breathing heavily as they panted for air.

"That was really fun," Marinette said, turning to look at him as her cheeks flushed with happiness.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed, his smile softening. "You always know how to make everything more exciting, Marinette."

She looked at him, feeling a warm glow of something in her chest. "Well, it's easy when you're around, Chat. You always make me laugh." She poked him softly.

He reached out and gently adjusted her lion’s mane. "And you always make me feel like I can just... be myself."

Marinette's heart skipped a beat at his words. Before she could respond, Chat stood up, a glint of mischief returning back into his eyes. "Alright, what's next? I believe we have plenty of costumes left to try."

She laughed and quickly jumped onto her feet. "How about something historical? We can be knights and go on a quest!"

Chat nodded eagerly. "Sounds like a plan, my lady."

They changed into their new outfits—Marinette in a beautiful blue set of armor, and Chat in a nice set of black armor that matched his super suit. Both were only complete, however, with a cardboard sword. Once again, they fell into their roles, this time embarking on a quest to rescue a captured prince which was, unsurprisingly, a stuffed animal that Marinette had placed at the top of her wardrobe.

The hours flew by as they continued their playful adventures, each new costume bringing a fresh wave of creativity and laughter. They dressed as pirates searching for hidden treasure, superheroes saving Paris from an evil villain, and even royalty hosting a grand ball.

As the evening drew to a close, Marinette and Chat found themselves back in their original outfits, a sense of contentment settling over them. They sat on the floor, surrounded by the remnants of their costume party.

"That was amazing, Marinette," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "Thank you for this. I needed it."

She smiled at him softly. "Me too, mon Chaton. It was nice to just... be ourselves for a little while."

He nodded, his eyes meeting hers. "Yeah. Sometimes, it's easy to forget who we are underneath the mask."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Then, Chat stood up and offered his hand to Marinette.

"One last dance before I go?" he asked, a playful twinkle in his eye.

Marinette giggled and took his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. "Alright, as long as you don’t expect me not to step on your toes. I may be just a bit worn out from all those adventures ."

Chat bowed dramatically. "As you wish, purrincess."

They danced around the room, their laughter echoing off the walls. For a brief moment, they were neither superheroes nor civilians, just two friends enjoying a magical night.

As the dance came to an end, Chat pulled her into a gentle hug. "Thank you for being you, Marinette. You make everything better," he whispered quietly into her ear.

She hugged him back, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. "And thank you for being you, Chaton. You always know how to make me smile."

They pulled away, their eyes meeting in a moment of understanding. No words were needed; they both knew the special bond they shared.

With a final wave, Chat slipped out using her trapdoor and vanished into the night, leaving Marinette with a heart full of joy and a room full of wonderful memories. She stood there for a moment, looking up at the twinkling stars and feeling grateful for the unexpected adventure they had shared.

As she closed her hatch and turned back to her room, she couldn't help but smile. She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always have nights like this to remind her of the simple, beautiful moments that made life so special. Even when akuma attacks left her positively exhausted.

[abigails-gf]

hi!! it’s me again ahaha :) i absolutely loved what you did w my request omg!!! your so so talented <33 i have another ideaaa okay so it’s summer n abby and you n her friends (like mel,owen,manny yk) wanna go to the beach or somewhere but reader is super self conscious abt their scars (bc the others don’t know) but abby already knows so she’s like reassuring them n stuff!! and then they go to the beach n have the best time!! <333 also do u do emoji anons? if so could i be 🪐 anon? it’s okay if not i js think if will be easer than me going it’s me again or the one who requested this ahaha!! but if not that’s okay no pressure!! also sorry if this one is a but confusing 🩷🩷

abby anderson x fem reader.

abby reassures her girlfriend before going to the beach.

warnings: reader has self-h*rm scars although it isn't explicitly mentioned.

a/n: hi 💐!! i'm sorry it took me some time to fill this request. but now it's done! i'm not sure how i feel about it, honestly. but i think i like it? i'm honestly not the biggest fan of the beach, but anyways! owen and mel are in this, by the way! . i hope you like it! <33

you were on the balcony, enjoying the sun on your face when the door of your apartment opened. you heard keys being put down and footsteps coming your way.

you felt her lips against the side of your neck and her arms wrapping around you. “good morning, sweet girl.” you smiled and turned around to look into her eyes. “good morning to you too, my love.” you kissed her lips.

abby woke up before you that day. she had promised mel to help her build her kid’s new bed. “how’s mel?” you asked.

“she’s good, her belly is the size of a watermelon now... also, owen is really bad at building furniture.” she chuckled.

“oh, by the way”, abby said, taking your hands into hers. “they asked if we wanted to go to the beach with them this afternoon? it’s really warm and sunny... what do you think?” you tried to force a smile. “i don’t really feel like going but – you can go without me.”

abby noticed something was bothering you, and she knew what it was. she squeezed your hands. “hey, i promise it’ll go well. they won’t even notice.” she said softly. you shook your head. “i know. but what if they do? what if they judge me for it? plus, i don’t think i’ll feel comfortable in a swimsuit, abs. i’m sorry.” you looked down at your arms.

she kissed your forehead and held you tightly before bringing you back inside. she led you to your bedroom and started looking through your shared closet. “what are you doing?” you asked, sitting on the bed. “trying to find you something that could help you feel comfortable.”

she searched for a few minutes before putting down her finds on the bed. “i found some of my old swim shorts, you could wear them. i also found you a veil. you could wear it to hide your arms, if you feel uncomfortable.”

you smiled. “thank you, abby.” she leaned down to kiss you. “they won’t judge you. i promise. all they want is for all of us to have a good time. and if you feel really uncomfortable, i could pack one of your sweatshirts in our bag. okay?” you nodded and left a peck on her lips. “i love you.” you whispered, making her smile.

mel and owen were already there. owen was putting sunscreen on mel’s back. “hey, guys!” abby said as you arrived at their level. “bob the builder’s in the house!” mel joked. you smiled and hugged mel and owen.

you sat on your towel, in your swimsuit and abby’s shorts, her sitting behind you in her bikini top and shorts. you held the veil on your shoulders, abby leaving small kisses against the fabric. “you guys are adorable...” you looked at mel and thanked her. “you’re really lucky to have abby at home... owen can’t build shit.” mel tried to say quietly. owen turned around, offended. “hey! i built a baby inside you, ma’am.” you all laughed.

a few minutes later, you were all in the water. abby kept looking at you to make sure you were feeling alright – you left the veil on your towel. “don’t worry, baby. i’m okay.” you whispered into her ear. she nodded and kissed you. “good.”

owen threw water to abby which then ended into a water fight between the two of them.

abby came to you and picked you up as you yelled for her to put you down. she walked out of the water and put you down on your towel. you looked at her. her braid was barely hanging on, water dripping down her neck and shoulders, falling on your body. some drops found their way on her chest. “what’re you looking at, beautiful?” you blushed and looked up, your eyes falling on her lips. she smiled and kissed you softly. “do my lips taste salty?” she asked you, smiling. you nodded and kissed her back, biting her bottom lip.

“get a room, you two!” owen joked behind, making you pull away from your girlfriend. “shut up.” abby said standing up.

the afternoon was coming to an end. you had spent the last hour under the sun next to mel. abby was busy reading a book and owen probably fell asleep.

abby promised mel to come by the next week to build a changing table. mel also said that you could come as well for lunch. the couple thanked you for this nice afternoon and you all parted ways.

on the drive back home, abby had her hand on your thigh. “how’re you feeling? did you have a good afternoon?” you put your hand above hers and smirked. “mhm. i did. t’was nice. also – you look really good when you’re wet.” she quickly looked at you and smiled. “oh, really? thank you, pretty girl.” she squeezed your thigh. “and you look good under me.” she said, a smirk on her face.

abby was right: it went well. neither mel and owen asked any questions about your scars.

“thank you for making sure i was alright, abby.” you said quietly. “of course, m’love.” she stopped at a red light and brought your hand to her lips, kissing it. “i love you.”

[helloimnad]

jingheng brainrot is real i got a sudden idea for a modern au.

jing yuan just recently moved into a new apartment complex, together with his cat, yun. dan heng is his neighbour, but jing yuan hasn't had the chance to introduce himself yet bc dan heng seemed like he wasnt home when jing yuan tried to knock on his door.

it was pretty late at night when jing yuan has finally finished putting all his stuff in its places. he looked around to find yun and realized that he has had his balcony door open for a while now. he immediately went outside to the balcony to look for yun but he wasnt there. his apartment is only on the 3rd floor, but the thought of yun possibly fell down from up here scared him. he shook his head and decided to look around the balcony when he saw yun comfortably sitting on someone's lap and getting petted on the balcony next to his. maybe this is dan heng? jing yuan asked himself. his neighbour didnt seem to notice him yet and jing yuan felt reluctant to disturb him, until yun meowed upon seeing him.

his neighbour turned his head to where yun meowed and saw jing yuan. the man immediately rubbed his eyes and jing yuan noticed that he probably was crying. jing yuan felt so bad but couldn't help but wonder what or who might have made such a beautiful man cry?

"is he yours?"

jing yuan's reverie was put to a stop when he heard his neighbour's voice. he just realized that the man has already stood up across from him in his balcony, with yun on his arms. now that they were closer, jing yuan was even more sure that this man just cried; his eyes were visibly red and swollen. "ah— yes, apologies if he happens to disturb you so late at night. his name is yun, by the way, if you'd like to know."

for some reason, that brought a little smile to his neighbour's face. "this is your first time talking to your neighbour and the first one you introduced to me was your cat, and not yourself?"

jing yuan could felt his face heat up. "well.. technically speaking, he did meet you first. i'm jing yuan."

"i'm dan heng," so jing yuan's guess was right; this man is dan heng

"i tried to knock on your door earlier today, but you didn't seem to be at home."

dan heng was silent for a few seconds, seemingly contemplating his answer, before finally saying, "i was actually home the whole time today, sorry, i was just— not having the greatest time."

jing yuan really wanted to ask him what happened but decided against in. "it's fine, i knew we'd eventually meet anyways, since we're neighbours and all," said jing yuan with a soft smile.

dan heng nodded, "well— if you happen to be free tomorrow morning, you can come by, i'll bake you some cookies. of course yun can come, too. i might have some treats for him."

"i'll be happy to come, and i'm sure yun will, too. seeing how comfortable he is now on your arms."

dan heng looked down to his arms to see yun and proceed to give him a smile, "thank you for accompanying me," he said in a low voice, but jing yuan could hear it.

dan heng extended his arms and gestured for jing yuan to grab yun, and jing yuan took yun from dan heng. they both stood there without saying anything for a while, before dan heng broke the silence. "see you tomorrow, then?"

jing yuan nodded, and lifted one of yun's paw and waved it to dan heng's direction, "yeah, we'll see you tomorrow."

as jing yuan walked back inside his apartment, he couldn't help but feel so thankful to yun for 1) accompanying dan heng when he seemed like he was going through some hard times, and 2) making it possible for him to see one of the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on. he couldn't wait for tomorrow to come. he kissed yun's nose before putting him down, before preparing himself for sleep.

[kleefkruid]

How does the situation with the Rooftop Strays work? Like, do they hang out in your house sometimes, did you semi-adopt these cats? Just curiousity, your comics and pics are a delight

Yeah so the buildings of my block are squeezed together, and inside is a bit of leftover space that belongs to some of the huises, I'm talking in total smaller than the average garden outside the city. And there's a few second story balconies looking over it, like mine. And one of the patches of garden is neglected and overgrown. There is a bit of rooftop, like gray, flat, between the neglected garden + my neighbors garden and the two balconies above it.

When I started going on my balcony this thin, grey (grey as in dirty and dusty not naturally gray) would just sit on the rooftop 20 meters away and hiss at me. Everytime. It was a bit comical bc I never had a cat hiss at me so far of in the distance, but we soon figured out what was going on when someone, me or someone else moving my stuff I don't remember, spotted a kitten in the bushes below. She was basically going "Don't you dare think about it!!" While I didn't know what there was to think about.

This was Michelle, and the kitten is Kotelet. Michelle was clearly left behind by someone bc you can access (or leave) this middle part, and she had turned this space into her territory and I was. not welcome. However, she did welcome herself into my house when I was airing out the appartment and ate some kibble, desperate and hungry and feeding a kitten. And I let her do it and gave her some extra opportunities to do it. Eventually she met Oskar and Marcel, my actual kats, and she slapped at them but they're social and kinda stupid so they thought she was trying to play because nothing bad has happened to them ever. She also figured this out and just started treating them a bit like overgrown kittens, probably bc they're spayed and again kinda stupid and meow at other cats. So they become like a clique. The kitten still lives in the garden. I'm still not cool and not part of the gang no matter how much she sees the boys interacting with me.

A few weeks later, kitten becomes big enough, starts to climb on shit, immediately gets on the wall and falls off into the other garden. Now, my below neighbor has not moved in yet. So there is nothing to climb back out on and Michelle can't get to her. So I call my landlord asking if they're showing the apartment today and if not if it's ok I break in for a moment. They can't come so I got a ladder from neighbors by literally just asking at houses bc I didn't know anyone until this Maroccan family just gave theirs with mild amusement bc "I need to get a kitten out of a hole" is quite a sidequest. But I got there, got out the kitten (with much protest and yelling from the baby, who decided she was being eaten) while Michelle looked on, and when I got back on the roof I handed her her kitten back.

Since then, she actually started directly interacting with me so I guess I passed the commune check by getting her kid back to the nest, so to say? I don't know how much they rationalise that kind of stuff but there was a noticable change before and after. I brought food, took care of the kids (once) so I was allowed to not be hissed at any more.

After that it's all just slow socialising process, which I did for a bit at a shelter so it's a bit of a fun side project bc the shelter here is kinda shitty and weren't interested in taking them. So I'm slowely getting them used to everything, the newest thing is sitting inside with the door closed, they used to freak out when I tried doing that.

Michelle basically only needs to learn the litterbox so maybe Danny might take her when he gets a better set-up, we have a few loose options. Kotelet is more sifficult bc she's more feral and she refuses any cat food op untill this point. She literally gags when she smells it... which, same tbh. But she does make progress in other fields so I'll see how far I can get. She didn't start interacting with me until much more recent.

So yeah they're basically part time here, on the balcony or they wait by the door to be let in and hang out for a few hours. My entire childhood we always had about 3-4 cats that were ex strays so I'm kinda used to this happening. Cats will find you.

Anyways Michelle is white now and has a nice coat and kotelet is still fucking tiny bc you can't change that.

[seroquelling]

pondering the bat shit / funny things i've done / experienced in my 28 years on this planet:

drove my car into a fence post at 3am in the middle of nowhere. lost my side mirror and spent the next 20 minutes on the side of the road in a wheat field looking for it. never found it.

drunkenly fell off of someone's balcony at a party and landed ass first into a trashcan below. it took three people turning the trashcan over to get me out because i'm short and thin so i had folded in half inside of it. managed to not spill my beer, somehow.

drove in the middle of a severe snowstorm on the highway to go to my friends house at 4am. tried to drive through a snow mound and got my car stuck. had to flag down strangers that were driving past. they let me sit in their truck while they pushed my car out of the snow. instead of turning back and going home, i drove the rest of the 30mins to my friends house.

had a psychotic break and tried to cut my arm off with a machete.

broke into my bosses warehouse after my shift @ 12am because he left his puppy in there overnight and wasn't feeding it.

was climbing up the stairs to my friends apartment at 1am in the middle of the winter. had a heavy ass backpack on full of booze i'd stolen from my job, and a 30pack of beer in my arms. slipped on the second to last step at the top and fell head over feet all the way back down. passed out cuz my head hit concrete at the bottom. friend found me five minutes later and had to drag me up the stairs. had a concussion. still enjoyed beers with them.

used to beg people to have 'friendly fist fights' with me at my old job. still have scarred knuckles because of it.

went to a very country bar in the deep south of my hometown. not a very safe place for lgbt ppl. slammed a pitcher of beer, and bought a rose and gave it to a pretty girl at the table next to me that was with some guy. ended up charming her enough that we slow danced together. almost got into a fight with the dude over it.

sold all of my shit and moved to a foreign country with no real plan in mind. twice.

convinced an entire bar to do the cupid shuffle with me

drove to taco bell in the middle of a snowstorm because i was craving it. ended up in a ditch on the way back. had to call a towing company a few days later to get my car out. got a concussion from that too bc my head hit the steering wheel

three days after trying to hack off my own arm with a machete, i went to a party full of people i'd only met once. convinced some guy that was there to let me pierce his nose. did. then hooked up with him. made out with two other people the same night.

almost died while swimming in the ocean because i got caught in the riptide. didn't yell for help because 'that's embarrassing'. in the end some dude on a surfboard saved me and got me back to shore.

took acid in the middle of the woods with a coworker i barely knew. went to work the next day still tripping bc someone called in.

snuck out of my house and drunkenly climbed up a mountain with friends, in flip flops. they broke on the way down and i had to be piggyback carried by one of the guys in our group all the way back to the bottom. when we got to the bottom, one of the guys realized he left his keys at the top - i had like barely an hour to get home before my mom woke up and realized i'd snuck out. made it back to my side of town with five minutes to spare. friend took a wrong turn and instead of letting him turn around, i jumped out of the (still moving) car and ran across peoples yards, vaulted over fences, barefoot, before diving back in thru my window. managed to get back into bed just before my mom came to check on me before work.

defended my coworker from people who were trying to steal / cause a scene with my switchblade.

threw a used tampon into my friends neighbors open kitchen window because they'd called her a slur. he came outside with a shotgun and we fled into the cornfield behind his house.

got dropped off after a party and tried to make my way back toward my window to sneak back in. passed out in the front yard face down in the grass.

got into a (verbal) fight with an old ex boyfriend in a parking lot because he'd cheated on me. he dropped a taco he'd had in his hand and as he was bending to pick it up i kicked it all the way across the parking lot. it exploded into a rain of shredded cheese and lettuce.

a coworker at an old job dropped his phone into a large dumpster out back. trying to win his affections, i jumped inside and waded thru trash juice and muck to look for it.

hooked up with someone at a funeral.

tried to contact the fae and bargain with them to take out a coworker i hated. he had a heart attack (lived.)

i realized halfway thru writing all of this why maybe no one sticks around for me in relationships.

[honey-bee-dreamer]

I have to go inside Alex's mind in the balcony scene when Steph announces she's leaving because im so damn SICK ABOUT IT

its the look on her face, for me.

THATS THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO JUST HAD A BOUT OF NAUSEA INDUCING FEAR THAT STEPH IS LEAVING LIKE OH MEIN GOTT

THE FUCKING DEVASTATION THAT SHE TRIES (AND FAILS) TO HIDE

Its the way she sits in silence for a bit (mostly bc of yknow player choice) but also bc she doesn't wanna say "oh cool" cause its NOT cool but also she doesnt wanna say "not cool" because she doesnt wanna make steph guilty

but some part of her DOES want to make steph guilty as long as it gets her to stay, which she obviously doesnt want to listen too because she knowz itz wrong

and also she hates herself for thinking she failed to get steph to stay but also some part of her is angry at STEPH even tho she knows its illogical and her mind is racing and she feels sick

but steph is happy, and alex wants to be a good friend and support her. so she bites it all down.

and just sayz "that's great."

OH MY GOD

[bujorulgalben]

yknow, with my thread’s reference to anica’s garden, i’m using this as a great segue into showing what i’ve made of her house in ts4!

let’s have a look around:

wildflowers are allowed to co-exist freely next to carefully chosen peonies and roses. wild grasses and lavender shrubs crane towards the sun. the eagle-eyed of you would’ve spotted the two pet food bowls outside the gate! for the local stray cats!

ah, her pride and joy. reds and golds in the bushes and sunflowers, with soft purples and whites in the wildflowers. and those fragrant magnolias! there’s a little trodden clearing through the wildflowers by the bird bath, where anica sometimes sits and reads. if, you know, for some reason she would rather to be more connected with the earth than sit at that table. the planters closer to the house are reserved for vegetables!

that small balcony looking over her garden is from her bedroom - nothing is better than standing out there on a summer morning for that first cigarette!

so! let’s look inside!

ground floor! that first living room is fundamental to hosting guests; with a simple, box tv, a fireplace, radio. you can spot her idol corner where those candles are! through that archway, leading through to the kitchen/dining room, there’s a little library-turned-reading cove. you’ll be walked through to this room if you’re here for a violin lesson. you can see iulia’s little cat tree, as well! she will be watching. silently judging.

the heady smells of flowers, herbs, wood-smoke and incense will follow you inside, rest assured. do you know how difficult it was to find a good local houseplan to work with, btw? the answer is very.

let’s go upstairs!

from the front balcony (where she sits and sips too many tipples on warm summer evenings) and the stairwell, there’s the office. don’t worry, this rarely looks as clean as it is here! files and papers scattered everywhere!! the back of the room is often left clear for suitcases that guests bring, and with that, i bring your attention to the first bedroom on the left. this is now called the “guest room” - naturally, anica cannot hope to be a good hostess without keeping this clean!

it wasn’t always a guest room, of course; it once was serghei’s room. that fact can hint at just how long anica has had this house (on and off over a hundred years - only briefly being moved out in the late 70′s for a few years) (that’s a story for another day).

while the colours in the guest room are very neutral, we return to the deep reds and golds palette with anica’s bedroom. iulia’s own little bed is by her side.

and that’s what i have right now! i need to download cc ivy for the walls bc i really want that overgrown look for anica’s house. it just makes sense. but ye, i hope you enjoyed the visual reference if anything! :D!