#in the moment you can’t tell where u end and they begin and which hand is yours and which trigger you’re pulling

[villainsidestep]

(hums loudly) much to think abt

[arieslost]

ok i don’t know if it’s just me who gets really giggly when it’s late at night but imagine laying in bed with lando and you’re just rambling about smth so stupid that it ends with you two just giggling at nothing. like getting full on stomach cramps from laughing but there wasn’t even anything funny to begin with

anon u and i are the SAME! once its past midnight i always end up becoming a victim of the late night sillies 💔

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1:30 am | ln4

you knew you were up too late when you nearly tripped over the loose edge of the blanket you and lando had been sharing on your way back to the couch, and when he had caught you before you could hit your head or anything, you started laughing.

“oh, no,” he’d groaned dramatically. “got the late night giggles already, huh?”

“uh-uh,” you shook your head, even though him saying the words “late night giggles” was enough to make laughter start bubbling up in your throat again.

something always shifted in you when the clock struck a certain hour at night, and lando had only been witness to it a handful of times before you moved in together.

now, you’d managed to get through the rest of the movie the two of you were watching without laughing, even if it meant biting your lip hard and refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend. it was bad enough feeling his eyes on you every time he wanted to see your reaction to something that happened on the tv. making eye contact would just take you out entirely for no reason whatsoever.

which is why you think you’ve successfully avoided making a fool of yourself when you’re both finally laying in bed with the lights out at the fine hour of 1:30 in the morning.

“you’re so far away,” lando grumbles, dragging your body into his so his one arm is around your shoulders and your face is nestled in his neck.

“better?” you ask, smiling when he shivers as your lips brush his skin.

“mhmm.” he’s quiet for a moment, running his fingers up and down your arm. “you’re gonna come to miami, right?”

“yeah, if you want me to.”

“what kind of question is that, babe?” he cranes his neck in a way that tells you he’s fixing you with a judgy look even though you can’t see each other.

you shrug, feeling the giggles building up again for no reason whatsoever. “i dunno.”

“obviously i want you there, why wouldn’t i?”

“i dunno,” you repeat. “it’s miami. maybe you just wanna party with all your homies.” and just like that, you’re laughing again.

“oh dear god, here we go,” he sighs, pressing his lips together to repress his own laughter as your body shakes against his. “my homies? when have i ever referred to any of my mates as my ‘homie’?”

he sounds so incredulous that you laugh even harder. “oh, you’re so british! i can’t call them your mates, lan. it sounds too weird.”

“so homies is the word you went with? why can’t you be normal and just say my friends?”

“why can’t you be normal and say your friends?” you shoot back, and that does lando in.

“it’s not funny,” he tries to admonish, and it’s entirely true, but it’s a moot point when you can barely understand him through his laughter.

“stop laughing then!”

“you stop!”

naturally, that makes you both laugh harder still, to the point where you have to roll away from him, clutching your stomach from how badly all the laughing is making it hurt.

“i can’t breathe,” lando gasps from behind you.

“stop laughing,” you repeat. “you’re killing me.”

“i think i’m dying,” he continues like he didn’t hear you, and he honestly might not have because your face is half shoved into your pillow in your attempts to stifle yourself.

a few more minutes go by of the two of you absolutely losing your minds before you’re finally able to catch your breath.

“ow,” you whine, holding your stomach. “i think i just grew a six pack.”

“i think mine just became ten times more defined,” lando says, voice raspy from all the exertion on his vocal chords.

“ooh, lemme feel.”

“absolutely not, because you’re going to tickle me,” he grabs your wrist out of thin air. “i know your tricks, baby. i’ve laughed more than enough tonight thanks to you.”

“not my fault you’re weird and british.”

“i love you,” he says sweetly, pulling you back towards him and kissing your forehead. “now’s where you say, ‘i love you too.’”

“i love you too,” you reply dutifully, blindly reaching for his face so you can kiss him properly. “even though you’re weird and british.”

he kisses you again. “i thought it was especially because i’m weird and british.”

you snuggle into his side, now thoroughly exhausted. “please don’t make me laugh more, lan.”

you both know he’s right, of course, but you usually need to have the last word, so he lets you get away with it. he does love you, after all, even though you had him in stitches over nothing at 1:30 in the morning.

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[boyfhee]

UNKISS ⋆ nrk

prompt · “you're so dumb” insert fond smile requested

g · bittersweet / fluff warnings · kissing, profanities wc · 0.9k

note · hi lily i hope u like this :< pls take care of urself, yeah? i luv u, and thanks to @flwrshee and @dokiyeom for beta reading + helping me with the ending. i asked both of them for advice and used neither's 😆☝️ go follow them

riki follows you closely behind as you rush down from the hallways to the middle of the football ground for some reason, anger spilling around with every step you take. “riki, what the fuck? what the actual fuck? how could y— why did you do that?” 

“relax, it was just a kiss,” and his voice is calm, like it’s just a kiss, just a moment where his lips touched yours, like it’s an everyday thing, as if you’re making a big deal out of it by making it sound like he just committed a crime. you don’t know why or how he’s so normal about this while you feel every nerve in your body go off with sirens. 

“my first kiss,” you turn around hastily, your index finger pointed at him as he takes a step back to avoid crashing into you. “it was my first kiss, riki, and you took it. you, and you’re not even my boyfriend,” 

is this supposed to be a secret? yes. are you in the middle of the football ground throwing a tantrum like a five year old, for the world to know? also yes, and you couldn’t care less, actually. the fact that riki took your first kiss easily tops your list of concerns at the moment. 

“i am,” he blinks, as if he’s stating a fact, hands on his waist like he’s making a completely valid point. “a fake one, but i am still your boyfriend,” you roll your eyes, scoffing at his oh so true words before shooting him a glare. 

“that doesn’t even make sense. i thought i made it clear when i said ‘no kissing,’ at the beginning of this fake dating thing,” there were three rules, actually— no kissing, none of you are allowed to go on dates with someone else, this is a secret which means, none of you are allowed to breathe a word about this to anyone, not even your best friends. 

“well, what do you expect me to do when your friends dare me to kiss you?” another factual information falls off his lips, it’s actually true this time. truth and dare with friends— never a good option, especially when you’re playing with your fake boyfriend and when your friends are spawns of the devil. 

“i don’t know, you should’ve made an excuse to not kiss me, or you could’ve pretended to kiss me, you know, since this is all about pretending,” right, all about pretending, from pretending to date, to pretending to like each other, fake smiles and fake words of affirmations, fake sweet nothings whispered and fake claims of being in love— it’s all about pretending and riki, he isn’t enjoying this little play at all.

he doesn’t like that every i love you that leaves his mouth manages to convince the world but you. he hates that at the end of the day, every second spent with him is simply tagged as ‘fake dating’ under the chapters named after him in your life. riki despises the fact that no matter how true his feelings are, in your eyes, they’re just an act pulled by him to convince people he doesn’t care about, and he hates himself for not being able to tell you how he actually feels. 

“eh, what’s done is done. besides, it can’t be that bad to kiss me,” so, he just picks up pieces of you from the smiles and hugs you give him here and there, hoping that there will be a day when you will actually consider turning whatever you two have into something more serious, something real.  

you feel your cheeks heat up at his words as you turn around to face away from him. truthfully, the kiss wasn’t half bad. it only lasted for a few seconds, but the ghost of his lips still lingers over yours as if you’re the home they’ve been looking for. you can still taste faint flavour of strawberry from the strawberry milk he had during the game. the moment replays at the back of your head like a movie, one that makes your heart beat relentlessly everytime you think about it. you don’t even know why your mind keeps travelling back to it every now and then. 

“whatever, ‘ki, first kisses are important to me,” you like the fact that he hasn’t noticed your flustered face, he likes the little name you’ve given him unknowingly. “i wish we could just…unkiss or something,” 

“that isn’t even a thing,” he chuckles, earning another glare from you in return. “you’re so dumb,” your words make no sense, but riki can feel himself smiling fondly at your stupid thoughts, his eyes fixed on you while yours are staring at the horizon with slight annoyance. what you said is baseless, but the next second, he’s actually considering it; to unkiss, if that’s even a thing— he can make it a thing, perhaps,

the next thing you know, riki is cupping your face to make you look at him, and before you could say something, his lips are on yours again, catching you by surprise as he pulls you a little closer. you swear your heart might’ve just skipped several beats, another second passes as you process the situation, and riki pulls away the very next moment. “there, i returned your first kiss back to you,” 

and all it took riki is a kiss to find his way to your head, and an unkiss to find his way to your heart.

[tiredfox64]

So like,,,,,

Imagine if Bi-han and readsr went on a mission, oh yeah things r going very well, but then they stumble on a place that has like woah magic potion, the reader just "hey wld it b funny if I dr-" "no", but then Bi-han wasnt looking and somehow they end up with a reader thats just, the size of his palm

The rest is up to u!

Love ur writings!!!

Pipsqueak

Prior notes: This would be something that would happen to me cause I keep trying to eat inedible things. I've been told to stop trying to eat my DND dice.

Pairing: Bi-Han x Gn reader

Warnings: Hehe you're so small

“Don’t touch anything.”

Bi-Han tells you that every time you go on a mission together. If he can’t have his brothers by his side then he usually picks you to come with him on a mission. Though you have a problem with being serious. You have a habit of making things comedic during serious moments like missions and briefings. You also have a weird habit of touching things that aren’t yours and putting them near your mouth. No one knows why you do it, neither do you. You must be lacking vitamins or something.

Whatever it is, it’s a hazard when you’re on missions. That’s why Bi-Han is always warning you about doing something stupid. It’s for your own good. You don’t know what could happen to you if you touched the wrong item or ingested something you shouldn’t have. The world you live in is a strange one, you never know.

So far, you’re acting right. Liu Kang sent you and Bi-Han out on a mission to investigate a possible rat in Earthrealm, aka a sorcerer. He warned you both to be careful which Bi-Han emphasized that point. He was right to do so.

When you both arrived at the suspected location there were walls filled with strange ingredients and hanging animal carcasses. Creepy. There were rows upon rows of colorful looking potions in wacky bottles. There was one potion in particular that caught your eye. It rested on a wooden desk with different ingredients surrounding it. It looked like whoever was brewing it was making more of a cocktail instead of a magical potion. Citrus peels, brown sugar, and finger lime caviar. It confused you so much that you didn’t take notice of the other potions that were being mixed into the strange concoction. You grabbed the potion that caught your eye, sniffing it and getting hit with that strong citrus smell. Its aroma was tempting you.

“Hey Bi-Han, wouldn’t it be funny if I dr-”

“No!” Bi-Han glared at you.

He motioned for you to put it back where you found it. You did as he said until he turned his back towards you. He started going off about how he wanted this mission to be over and he can’t risk any delays. You weren’t paying attention since your attention was on the potion. It just looked so pretty and smells as sweet as lemonade. It couldn’t hurt to take at least a lick of it. You placed your mouth near the bottle before leaning it up, the liquid flowed slowly to your tongue. You licked it up quickly. Hmm, it does taste like lemona-

Bi-Han heard a poof behind him. He swiftly turned around and saw a cloud of smoke that matched the color of the potion. Once the smoke cleared he tried his best to look for you. But when he looked down all he saw was you with the bottle trapping you inside. Ah geez, you’re small.

He stared in disbelief. It was clear what just happened. You didn’t obey your grandmaster.

“What did I tell you!” He yelled which sounded much louder to you since you were so tiny now.

You looked very guilty. Your head was lowered in shame. You looked up at Bi-Han with pleading eyes, begging him to get you out of the bottle. He has no choice, he has to. He picks up the bottle and begins to dump you out onto the palm of his hand.

You’re putting him in a difficult position right now. One wrong move and he could accidentally crush you. Or worse, even freeze you. You didn’t like this outcome. You look like you were on the verge of tears even though you were warned. He groaned as he contemplated what to do now. Should he abandon the mission and bring you back safely? Or should he march forward and try his best to keep you safe? He didn’t realize it but he was so lost in thought he didn’t hear you yelling at him.

“Please, have mercy!”

When he looked down he saw he was gripping you tightly. His thumb was rubbing the top of your head which messed with your hair. He opened his hands, allowing you to breathe. This situation was already sucking. This can’t go on; he has to bring you back. Maybe Lord Liu Kang can reverse this mess.

Bi-Han didn’t want to keep you in his hands just in case he needed to fight. The problem is he has nowhere else to put you. Each possible area he could put you in would possibly squeeze you. The only spot he could think of was…sigh. He raised you up before placing you at the top of his head.

“Just hold on tightly please.”

You listened this time. Too well actually. Your impulsive thoughts won and you ended up yanking a strand of his hair on the left side of his hair. You had your Ratatouille moment. He actually raised his arm just like the movie taught you! But he might have been doing it just to smack you for yanking.

“NOT THAT TIGHT!”

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Getting a hold of Liu Kang was difficult. No one knew where he was or what he was doing. Not a good time for him to be MIA.

Believe it or not, Bi-Han was getting very worried about this situation. Having you as small as a rat made him worried about losing you. He was keeping you close to him at all times, not even allowing Tomas or Kuai Liang to poke you. In his eyes, you were as fragile as a glass animal now.

He kept you with him until someone could get a hold of Liu Kang. He kept you on his desk to keep a close eye on you. It felt like you were being treated like a child. Every time you moved close to the edge; Bi-Han would tense up before blocking you with his hands. He would drag you back by pinching the back of your uniform.

“Stay still. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He asked.

Then he tried keeping you in a birdcage he so conveniently had. You wouldn’t stop moving! You were put in little creature jail for little creature crimes. Yup, you still wouldn’t listen. You would try climbing the sides before trying to squeeze yourself through. You thought you succeeded until your hips hit the bars. Bi-Han was about to lose it on you but if he yelled he might burst your eardrums. He tried pushing you back in but every time he would poke your face you would bite him because it was uncomfortable. He did not want to try your backside. He eventually had to break the cage a little to allow you to crawl out.

That didn’t work out in his favor, what else he got?

He placed you right in front of him with his arms surrounding you. It allowed him to continue doing his paperwork while keeping you in one place. If you tried to run past his hands he would smack you back. Try climbing up his arms and he would twitch his muscles to make you fall. Like a horse trying to get a fly off. Front is no good, sides are no good, you went with the back. You started climbing up his clothes. This was the last straw for Bi-Han. You were like a devious rat that couldn’t listen to its master.

He snatched you up before shoving you into his top. The multiple layers of his uniform were usually tight against his body but there was enough space to shove you into it. Your back was pressed up against his chest area which felt like a brick wall. You tried to scramble out of there but the clothes were pressing you tight like a weighted blanket. You were tucked in nicely against your will. You struggled and struggled until you tired yourself out. You don’t have much fight left in you which was fine by Bi-Han. It was a long day already and that little fight you put up drained you out. You started to succumb to the comfort that enveloped you. It was no use, you were falling asleep.

After a while, Bi-Han noticed you weren’t saying a peep. When he looked down he saw you were knocked out. It was night and still no Liu Kang. Hopefully he will have better luck tomorrow. He should find a better place for you to sleep where you will be safe. He took you out and placed you on your stomach in the palm of his hand. He petted your back with one finger to prevent you from waking up. He kind of likes you this way. So punny and pathetic, it’s so adorable. You would have no choice but to depend on him for everything. Ah, he shouldn’t be thinking that way. He should focus on you getting back to normal. Still can’t help that he finds this situation a bit entertaining. Maybe he’ll drag this out a little longer just to see what else he could do with you.

After notes: All I could think of was Marc Anthony and Pussyfoot when writing this. That was the energy I was getting. I just saw a drawing that was like this idea which included Bi-Han. Strange. Adiós!

[lemonlover1110]

Hey!! So I wanted to ask if we could get a sukuna x reader sometime? Could be in his original form (four arms) or in his own human form (not yujis body jus like sukuna as a human yk nthn to do with the jjk story plot) that’s if you decide on doing it! All good if u decide no but I would love to see one shots of him in your writing. Much love, your biggest fan❤️❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Sukuna x f!Reader

Summary: Trueform!Sukuna takes care of his sick lover

Warnings: Fluff, Sick Reader, Caring Sukuna, Alluding to Pregnancy

*Sort of a prequel to little monster. Also yes, he’s OOC, if he wasn’t he would’ve eaten her

*Thank you so much for reading mwah mwah

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The day you met Sukuna was the scariest day of your life. Running away into the woods where you encountered the great monster. He had different plans that night, and they didn’t end up in you breathing like you are right now. He doesn’t know what happened. He just knows that now he’s wrapped around your finger, in a way he’s never been before. He’s never cared about anyone else like this. He seeks to destroy and kill, not love.

When he decided to not kill you, he was set on making you a servant, and again, he doesn’t know what happened. Because here he is, putting a cold towel on your forehead, making sure that your fever is going away. He has so many other curses that can take care of you, but he wants to do it himself. He’s so fucking weak for a human being, it’s truly pathetic.

“Go back to sleep.” He orders when he sees you opening your eyes. His voice isn’t as gentle as you’d like him to be, but knowing how ruthless Sukuna can be, the fact that he didn’t kill you for being sick is a miracle. But then again, he cares too much about you.

“Water…” You lift your head, and he reaches over to grab the water that he’s kept nearby, bringing it up to your lips. By the way he’s treating you, anyone would think that you’re nearly dying. You’re not on the brink of death, but you did faint while preparing dinner for the both of you. And you have a fever as well. Of course he’s worried.

“You haven’t been taking care of yourself.” He comments as you drink the water. When you’re fulfilled, your head falls back to the pillow. One of his hands goes to your cheek and he caresses it which is ever so rare in this situation. He’s only sweet like this when you’re having sex and you’re taking too much. “C’mon, I know I’m going to outlive you, but you can’t leave me so soon.”

His lips go down and meet yours. Something he wouldn’t do if you weren’t sick. He hates how much he cares about you. “Go back to sleep. Don’t worry about anything else.”

“Sukuna, I might be…” You begin but you end up biting your tongue. But you don’t end up saying anything because you don’t know what his reaction will be. You’ll lead him to believe that you aren’t just doing your best, maybe because of exhaustion or a simple cold.

“Don’t worry about anything else. Just get some rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day.” He tells you. Not too long ago he was fine on his own, and now the mere thought of being without you… scares him. It’s moments like this where he regrets not eating you on the spot. When did he allow himself to be so pathetic? 

It’s just that when he remembers you so scared and so teary eyed when you met, he feels a toll on his heart. He had never seen beauty like that. And then you ended up coming to his home that had never been so bright before. Usually a monster that looms in the dark, Sukuna found himself appreciating this brightness.

And while he loves you, he won’t tell you that. Even while you’re so sick. He’s never told you he’s loved you, even after the many times you told him you love him. Except in this moment, when your eyes are so heavy that you can barely hold them open. You won’t remember any of this tomorrow.

He caresses your cheek again, telling you, “I love you.”

He grabs your hand and squeezes it lightly, “You’ll wake up just fine tomorrow.”

And he was right. Better in a sense that you didn’t have a fever and weren’t so tired. But you were definitely sick because you woke up puking your guts out. You both soon found out that it wasn’t because you were sick– Or at least your condition wouldn’t be considered an illness.

[storiesforallfandoms]

wake up call ~ goodguyfitz

word count: 2295

request?: yes!

“Can u do a goodguyfitz smut!! any of ur kind js fitz and smut :P”

description: when cam sleeps in on the day of a shoot, she decides on a creative way to wake him up

pairing: goodguyfitz x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral m receiving, technically somno)

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“Where is Cam?” Ryan asked after the rest of the Misfits had already gathered in the lobby.

“Still asleep,” Matt responded.

“What the fuck? He knew we had to be at this shoot for 10am.”

“We tried knocking, but last time we tried to wake him we got in trouble,” Mason pointed out. “We didn’t want to be too loud and get in shit with the hotel again.”

“We have to leave in 10 minutes.

You stood from the cozy chair you had claimed as yours nearly 20 minutes ago and held a hand out to Ryan. “Give me his room key, I’ll go wake him.”

Mason gave you a look as Ryan passed you the extra key he had for Cam’s room. “Why do you think you can wake him up but we can’t?”

“Cause you idiots can’t do anything without causing trouble. I’m not about to go up there and start screaming and get us a noise complaint issue,” you said. The guys couldn’t argue with that. You were definitely the most chill person of the entire group. To Ryan you added, “You guys go on and start the shoot if you have to. If he’s not up and ready, he definitely won’t be down here in the next ten minutes. I’ll get us an Uber and meet you guys there.”

Ryan agreed and started herding the guys into the car that was waiting for them. You went to the elevators and pressed the button for the floor that Cam’s room was on.

The other reason you decided to go up to wake him over the rest of the guys was because you wanted a moment alone with Cam, without the threat of the guys breaking in at any moment and catching you two.

You had been part of the Misfits crew since the very beginning. You started as Tobi’s friend first, but eventually grew close with everyone after meeting them and streaming with them for a while. They had all convinced you to move to Australia with them so you could be a part of their content all the time and that’s when you officially became a Misfit.

That was also when you started a secret relationship with Cam.

During the massive, thousand dollar rager they threw, you and Cam had gotten super drunk, which resulted in you two also getting super touchy-feely with one another. It started with Cam sitting you down on his lap when the group of you were in the Misfits Only VIP area. It continued when you started feeling his lips against your neck while you were sat there, and eventually the two of you were making out for who knows how long, only to be interrupted by Chad stumbling into the room and making a big deal about catching you. At the time, no one thought anything of it because everyone was drunk or high out of their minds.

That night, though, you fell asleep in Cam’s bed. Not in a sexual way, Cam would never do that when you were so drunk you could barley form a coherent thought. No, the two of you just cuddled the entire night. The next morning, he comforted you through your hangover and you elected to stay in bed with him all day. At some point during that day, the cuddling turned into kissing again, and your friendship blossomed into something more.

You agreed to not tell the rest of the guys. You didn’t want it to be a big deal, and you weren’t ready for the fans to know yet. You both wanted this relationship to just be your own, even for just a little while. This resulted in very little time for just the two of you. Even if you were over to Cam’s place where he lived on his own, the guys would often show up unannounced and any romantic moments you were having would immediately have to end.

You weren’t passing up this opportunity to have Cam all to yourself, even if it could only be for ten minutes. You knew the guys wouldn’t come up looking for him if they knew you were with him, and Ryan was already too stressed about Cam being late to the shoot to allow the rest of them to be late.

When you reached Cam’s room, you swiped the key card and let yourself in. The room was pitch dark; not a single light was on and the light blocking curtains were drawn over the giant windows in the room. Cam was peacefully asleep on his back, the blanket pulled up just to his waist revealing his naked torso. You knew he was naked from the waist down, too. Cam very rarely slept with clothes on, mainly because he knew this would also deter the guys from trying to burst into his room to wake him if they knew he would be naked.

You flicked on the lamp next to his bed, a dull light illuminating just the small corner it was in. The light did not disturb Cam in the slightest. He was sound asleep, likely to be that way for a few more hours if he didn’t have this shoot going on.

A small smirk formed on your face as an idea popped into your head.

You slowly crawled onto the bed, trying your best not to wake him just yet. You took hold of the blanket and pulled it off of him, confirming that he was indeed completely naked under there. He stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherently, but did not wake up.

You started by kissing around his stomach, from his belly button down to the mound above his soft member. It twitched slightly, his body knowing what was to come before his mind did. You decided there was no use in trying to tease him if he was still fast asleep, so you just went for it and closed your mouth around the head of his cock. It started to grow almost immediately and a low groan escaped from Cam’s lips.

“(Y/N).”

You glanced up to see that his eyes were still closed, but you were sure that he was starting to wake up now.

You slowly moved your lips down his shaft, hollowing out your cheeks so you could take all of him. Another groan came from Cam, followed by the feeling of his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair. When you looked up this time, he was looking down at you. There was still sleep in his eyes, but he was definitely more awake now than he had been.

“This is quite the wake up call,” he commented. You tried to giggle with his cock in your mouth, but it only sent a wave of vibrations running through him that made him feel even better.

Cam pulled on your hair to bring your mouth off of his cock a ways, before pushing your head back down until he was buried completely in your mouth and poking at the back of your throat. You took him all with little complication besides some teary eyes.

Using his grip on you as leverage, he began to fuck your mouth. Slowly at first, still groggy from being awoken from such a deep sleep. But as he finally started to come to, he became a bit more aggressive. Each tug on your hair became harder, causing you to wince every time he pulled you up some. He noticed your discomfort and moved his hands to either side of your face, holding you in place so he could thrust himself into your mouth instead. You placed your hands on either side of him, trying to steady yourself against his rough thrusts.

“Fuck, baby,” Cam breathed. “Your warm mouth feels so perfect around my cock. I can’t think of a better way to wake up than to feel it around me as I start to come to.”

You moaned against him, which in turn caused him to moan as well. You could feel yourself becoming wet between your legs. If he wasn’t on such a strict deadline you probably would’ve taken him out of your mouth and sat yourself down on his hard cock, taking all the time in the world to ride him until both of you reached your climaxes.

But your eyes glanced over to the clock on Cam’s beside table and you realized you were already going to be late as it was.

You put one hand on Cam’s thigh, stopping his thrusts, while wrapping the other around the base of his dick. You wrapped your mouth around just the tip of him and began jerking him off. He threw his head back and called your name in pleasure as your mouth was suddenly filled with his cum.

You could feel his cock pulsating as he filled you, and waited until you knew it was stopped before slipping your mouth from him and swallowing. You could still see the lust in his eyes as he watched you, before he quickly reached out and grabbed you. He roughly pulled you down on top of him and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue ran across your lips, no doubt still tasting him on you. You could feel his still hard cock pressing against your clothed core and it just made you ache for him more.

You were reluctant to pull away, and he definitely did not want to let you go.

“You gotta get up,” you told him.

“Not until I repay the favor,” he said, kissing over your neck.

“Cam, you’re already late for the shoot.”

“Then I may as well not go.”

It was hard to argue with him when he was kissing that spot that he knew drove you absolutely crazy. You would’ve given in if it wasn’t for the sound of Cam’s phone vibrating on the bedside table; another text from Ryan.

You sighed and pulled away from him, standing from the bed so that he couldn’t entice you any further. “Ryan is going to flip if you don’t show up. We’re already late as it is. Besides, we don’t want the guys getting suspicious if we don’t show up.”

Cam sighed, too, and stood as well. He went to his suitcase and grabbed the first outfit he could find. You tried not to stare for too long as he pulled on a pair of boxers, tucking his still half hard dick away, and then pulling on a pair of jeans as well.

“What if we just tell everyone about us?” he asked.

“Everyone like the viewers and everything?”

“Well, eventually yes. But I think it’s time we tell the rest of the crew at least. We’ve been dating for nearly a year now. I want to be able to spend time with my girlfriend without having to worry about whether or not my friends are going to ruin the moment. I want to be able to hold you hand and kiss you and share a bed with you regardless of if the others are with us or if we’re alone.”

You thought about it for a moment. “What do you think they’ll say when we tell them?”

“I mean, they’ll probably tease us both about it relentlessly, but who cares? As long as I get to be with you in private and in public, I don’t care what anyone says.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You got on the tips of your toes (which was still too short to reach Cam’s height) and threw your arms around his neck. You pressed a quick kiss against his lips.

“I’m still not letting you miss that shoot so we can have sex,” you told him.

He playfully rolled his eyes. “It was worth a try.”

You got the address of where the shoot was from Ryan and ordered an Uber. You could feel your nervousness growing as you approached the location knowing that within a few moments, all of your friends would finally know about your relationship with Cam. Noticing your worry, Cam laced his fingers through yours and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You looked over and smiled at him, which he returned.

The both of you entered the building, still holding hands, and the guys seemed to immediately zero in on you. Well, namely on Cam.

“What took you so long, cunt?” Mason called across the room.

“(Y/N) was busy sucking my dick,” Cam answered, nonchalantly. Your face burned as you felt all eyes turn to you. You glared up at Cam, but he simply laughed in response.

“No fucking way!” Swagger exclaimed, noticing your intertwined hands. “When the fuck did this happen?!”

“Remember that massive party we threw last year?” Cam asked.

Tobi gasped. “The one where you two were basically dry humping in the VIP section!”

“Okay, we were not basically dry humping in the VIP section,” you retorted.

“No, you totally were. You were on Cam’s lap and you were making out, you were basically gyrating all over him.”

You groaned and covered your face so they couldn’t see your embarrassment. Cam just laughed and put an arm around you.

“Seriously, though, we’re happy that you two are happy,” Matt said. “Just don’t be all cute and lovey dovey all the time. It’ll make me sick.”

Before you could say anything else, Ryan quickly jumped in to say, “We don’t have time for any more pleasantries. We’re already late to start filming. (Y/N), wash the cum off your mouth and let’s start filming.”

You would’ve been even more embarrassed by Ryan’s comment, but feeling Cam’s body shake with laughter next to you, along with the laughter of all your friends, made you smile.

[zorosleftshoe]

Can you do one where reader & Colby are travelling and reader can't fall asleep and Colby helps her fall asleep?

Of course!

Pairing: Colby Brock x reader

Warnings: one swear word

The snow came down furiously outside as I wrapped my arms tightly around my middle. The atmosphere of the cozy cabin that Colby and I had escaped away to for the weekend doing little to ease the worry that clouded my mind and blurred my judgement. Colby stood with his back to me as he hummed what sounded like a melodious tune. My heart fluttered at the sound. So warm and inviting.

The forecast had called for a nasty blizzard but Colby had been determined to not let it ruin our anniversary weekend. “Blizzard be damned” he had said. The smell of fettuccine floated through the air reminding me of the scenes in those movies where the steam hugs your nostrils and I giggle lightly causing Colby to turn his attention towards me.

“What’s got you so tickled, my love?” I turn away from the threatening snow and make my way towards the man I love before wrapping my arms tightly around his middle and resting my head between his shoulder blades. “Just the aroma of the food. I had a silly thought.” He rubs my arm gently before digging in his pocket for a moment and finally pulling out a shiny penny. “Penny for your thoughts?” I take the penny from between his fingers and press it between my own before kissing his cheek lightly.

Colby had noticed not long after we started dating that occasionally my mind would drift. Much to his dismay, he often had no clue in telling where it had gone, which led to what he called ‘the penny method’. He began to carry around shiny pennies in his pocket and when I got that distant look in my eye he would pull one out and ask the infamous question, “penny for your thoughts?”

I smile at the memory before releasing my grip on him and twirling around. The sweet melody of “Sign Your Name” begins to play from the radio that resides in the corner of the room and I outreach my hand towards the tall brunette boy.

“May I have this dance?” A blush creeps onto his cheeks as he throws the towel that was slung on his shoulder onto the counter and takes my hand. “I’d rather be in hell, with you Baby, than in cool Heaven,” I serenade him softly as we spin around the room holding tightly to one another. “Can I say I want you to be my lady?” Colby let’s out a roaring laugh before dipping me.

“I love you.” He lifts me upright as his hand moves from my waist to rest against my neck just right so his thumb can caress the line of my jaw. “So much.” Without another word I lean forward and catch his lips in a sweet kiss. He taste of cream and honey. Cream from the sauce he had been previously cooking and honey from chapstick he had snuck from my purse when I wasn’t looking. I inhale deeply and relax into his touch. He reluctantly pulls away as the smell of burning noodles hits our nostrils. “Shit!”

The rest of the night is spent cuddled up next to one another watching a variety of movies. From Terminator to Beauty and the Beast. As the last movie is ending I begrudgingly glance towards the patio doors and notice how the snow is piling up. My heart begins to race at the sight and I turn to Colby who is already passed out on the couch. Not wanting to wake him up, I grab an extra blanket and use it to cover Colby up before moving to the bedroom.

I toss and turn for what seems like hours. With a heavy sigh I toss the blanket off my bare legs and make my way to the living room where Colby is still sleeping. He stirs lightly when I kneel in front of him but doesn’t wake up.

“Colby.” I say softly poking his shoulder. “Please wake up. I need you.” He mumbled something incoherent and I groan. “Colby!” He jolts awake at the sudden sound and looks around frantically before meeting my eyes.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” His face was covered in a sheet of worry as he held tightly to my hands.

“I can’t sleep.” He relaxed under my gaze and pulled me into his side before covering us up. He began to lightly sing “time after time” knowing it was one of my favorite ballads and soon my eyelids were dropping as his fingers tangled carelessly in my hair.

“I love you.” Whispered so softly I almost missed it as I drifted off into a peaceful slumber cuddled up into the side of the man I love.

[no1frogfan]

For love of the game

Takigawa Chris Yuu x gn reader

Word count: ~800

Tags & warnings: very vaguely suggestive language? (there are some good names in baseball), baseball lmao

Note: Been feeling unmotivated to write, so I decided to tap into my love of Chris and of irl baseball to do some dialogue practice. Thank u to the daiya server for motivating me and to @paleokarst for talking over the ending :*

“What’s that?” You give Chris a quizzical look as he steps through the front door carrying a large plastic storage box in his arms.

“Hello to you too.”

You pad over to give him the usual greeting kiss. “Yeah, yeah, welcome home or whatever. Now tell me what this is.”

“My parents found it while cleaning out their basement and I thought you might want to look through it together.” He sets it down in front of the couch. Reaching inside, he pulls out one of many smaller cardboard boxes and opens it to reveal a neatly-packed row of cards. “They’re my old baseball cards.”

“Seriously?” The box is in your hands in an instant and you immediately begin rifling through its contents.

There's a few minutes of focused silence until, “OH MY GOD,” you exclaim, brandishing a card at him. “This can’t be his real name. Dick Pole?! Dick. Pole.”

“Sadly, it is,” Chris chuckles before holding out a card of his own. “Here, I found one for you.”

“NO. His name is not Rusty Kuntz?!”

He snorts. “Actually, it’s pronounced KOON-tz.”

You erupt in cackles. “I mean…if my name were Rusty Kuntz, I would also insist that it’s pronounced KOON-tz.”

“What else do we have here— hello, what’s this?”

Glancing over, he sees you reach for a small leather binder. “Oh that’s where I kept my special cards.”

“Your special cards?” You tease, “god little Chris was such a little nerd.”

He rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to give you a peck on the head. “Well you’re the one dating me so what’s that say about you?”

“That apparently I like nerds,” and pointing to one of the cards, you urge, “now come on nerd, tell me what’s so special about this guy.”

“Ah, that’s Bob Gibson. He’s a Hall of Famer, probably the best right-handed pitcher in St. Louis history. He was good at fielding too, which is rare for a pitcher. He worked hard and led the team to two World Series wins.”

You flip through a few more pages. “Wow you have a lot of this Iván Rodríguez guy too.”

“Well, he was my favorite player growing up and maybe the best catcher of all time.”

“What makes him the best?”

“He’s a solid hitter and his defensive play is exceptional. He’s got unparalleled game sense and a great strategic mind. Um, he’s caught for some of the best pitchers of the era and he caught nine no-hitters. The only way you can have a no-hitter is if the battery works perfectly, so that means he was able to bring out the best in a lot of different pitchers. Plus, he was always fun to watch.”

“Is he why you became a catcher?”

“You know…” Chris contemplates for a moment, “that’s honestly never occurred to me. My dad was obviously the reason I started, but I played a lot of different positions before deciding on catcher. Dad was the one who suggested I try it — he thought I had a good understanding of the game — but you might be right, maybe I stuck with it because I wanted to be like Iván.”

You hum in response. “Makes sense. The way you described him…he clearly has a lot of qualities that you value as a player.”

It’s long past dinner time when the two of you finally tire of strolling down memory lane and begin to tidy up the mess of cards now littered across the couch cushions and coffee table.

“What are you gonna do with all of these?”

“Well right now I’m going to put them away. Then I’ll probably give some away and throw away the rest.”

“You’re not keeping any?”

“Nah. It’s not like they’re worth anything.”

“Well in that case, I’m gonna keep these.” You swipe the leather binder from the box before he carries the rest off into the storage closet down the hall.

“What do you think?” You gesture toward the refrigerator when Chris returns.

Some of the precious real estate on the fridge door has been tidied up, and a cleaned-up Rangers magnet now holds his signed Iván Rodríguez card front and center, nestled between memories. To its left is a picture of him with his parents and Coach Kataoka after his first game with Seidou. Below it is another picture of him and the coach, this time graduating from Seidou alongside the rest of his teammates. To its right is a picture of the two of you at his MLB debut game, your smile toothy and gleeful as you hold up the ball from his first major league hit.

A lump forms in his throat.

It’s just a baseball card, one fleeting snapshot in the collage of moments that make him, the values that shape him, and the people that support him.

It's just a baseball card, but he can barely get the words out. “It’s perfect.”

[stolenslumber]

hang your head low in the glow (pjs)

In this moment, you’re glad that you’re anchored in his lap, because otherwise you think you might float away into the night sky, on your way to join the stars in the cosmos. Jay is so crushingly sweet; sometimes, you just don’t know what to do with the weight of all his sincerity. For now, you settle for a fervent, “I like you so much.”

OR: A selection of moments in between the parentheses at the end of devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes (some things may not make sense without reading that first, but it's up to you!).

PAIRING: park jongseong x female reader GENRE: established relationship, fwp (fluff without plot), no like seriously this is just straight up fluff and romance and making out with scant narrative WARNINGS: swearing, kms/kys jokes, kissing and suggestive content/sexual themes WORD COUNT: 10k (derogatory)

to all the boys i’ve fake-dated before (you, jay, sunghoon, yeonjun, chan, vernon, mark, and 5 others)

jay: peace out losers (except for my REAL gf whom i adore and cherish)

*jay has left the chat*

sunghoon: omfg no way???? jay bitchless era no more?

you: are u calling me a bitch

sunghoon: NOOOO i would never haha btw do u still talk to my sister

you: yeah

sunghoon: right so i’m just ur humble liege

chan: congrats, you two! well i guess jay can’t see this

you: i will accept your congratulations on his behalf :DD i’m really happy you guys 

mark: stop i’ll cry

vernon: no rly i’m next to him rn and he’s tearing up

mark: they deserve it so much!!! after everything i put them through 

you: excuse me it was mostly me

you: all jay did was orchestrate an elaborate scheme to get you and mina together (okay so he did a lot)

you: but we ALL participated

you: and i had to pretend to DATE you

mark: only for like two hours!!!!

yeonjun: wait this reminds me i’ve always wanted to know what ur ranking of us as fake bfs would be

you: in first place: park jongseong

yeonjun: and then?

yeonjun: hello??????

“Can I ask you something?”

Jay turns his head to you. “Of course, baby.”

Baby. Hearing it still makes you all silly and giddy, though it’s been four days since you started dating him for real and hearing it all the time. Baby, doll, Cinderella, mine. He sure has a way with words. You clear your throat, hoping that your voice won’t crack when you say, “Why were you so weird about the fake-dating thing in the beginning?”

He makes a face at you. “What do you mean, weird? You’re telling me you thought I was weird about it, even after you had to endure Sunghoon?”

“Sunghoon was just awkward. Really awkward, but still. You stalked me to my front door—”

“Your front door is, like, 90 seconds from mine.”

“— and walked with me to Nat’s at a glacial pace, while not saying a word. And then we talked for an hour about random stuff before you promised to help Mark with Mina, even though you weren’t sure you wanted my help. Why were you so weird about it all?”

“Pretty girls make me nervous?” He offers you a winning smile.

“Flattery won’t get you everywhere, Park Jongseong.”

“Yeah, but it’s getting me somewhere, isn’t it?” He rolls all the way over to hover above you and then dips so low that the pendant on his necklace swings in front of your face. The two of you had escaped the party in the frat’s basement after it had gotten too hot down there; Jay said he “knew a spot”, which made you laugh when it turned out to just be his bedroom. But then he pushed open his window and coaxed you out onto the flat roof, and that’s where you had settled on your back, gazing up at a cloudless sky, scattershot through with faint stars. 

Well, you were gazing up at the stars— now, Jay occupies your line of sight, and he’s all smiles and hearts in his eyes. It’s not an unwelcome substitute.

Your hand slips between your bodies so you can rub your fingers over the pendant on his necklace; you laugh when you realize what it is. “J as in Jay? Like T as in Troy?” 

He huffs, rolling off of you to sit back on his heels. “No, J as in Jopping. Yes, J as in Jay!”

You hold your hands up, still laughing as you sit up to face him. “Okay, okay, sorry! Didn’t realize my boyfriend was also a preppy high school girl.”

He rolls his eyes even as he pulls you into his lap. These days, he’s hopelessly afflicted with must-be-close-to-my-girlfriend syndrome. “I have layers, Cinderella. Like an onion.”

“... Are you paraphrasing Shrek?”

Jay flicks at the tip of your nose. “You know, it reveals just as much about you as it does about me that you caught the reference.” 

“You’re not helping yourself in the high school girl category,” you tease, but it’s all syrupy sweet fondness, punctuated by a playful tug at his reddening ear. 

He turns his head to kiss the inside of your wrist. “Do you want to hear my answer or not?”

You nod and straighten your spine with your hands folded neatly against your chest; the picture of propriety, if it weren’t for your legs straddling his waist as he leans back on his hands. “Yes, please.”

“I was… sussing you out, I guess. You know why I wanted to bring someone to my parents, but I couldn’t just bring anyone. I wanted to get to know you a little better, to see if you were someone I could actually see myself wanting to be with, because anything less would be a disservice to my parents. I didn’t want your help if I couldn’t confirm that you were the real thing. And then I saw how patient but also no-nonsense you were with Mark, and how quickly you were willing to help with a frankly crazy plan, and you just… felt right. You felt right to me; you felt like the real thing.” Jay blushes, ducking his head to avoid your gaze. Everything he said is true, of course, and he doesn’t regret telling you any of it, but saying it out loud like this makes his heart feel like it’s going to fall out of his chest.

In this moment, you’re glad that you’re anchored in his lap, because otherwise you think you might float away into the night sky, on your way to join the stars in the cosmos. Jay is so crushingly sweet; sometimes, you just don’t know what to do with the weight of all his sincerity. For now, you settle for a fervent, “I like you so much.”

Jay’s confidence comes back like a boomerang. He leans up and catches your hands in his, draping your arms around his neck before gliding his hands up and down your back. “Who’s flattering who, now?” 

You shrug. “Where’s it gonna get me, gorgeous?”

“Well, only because you called me gorgeous.” And then he’s kissing you, lush and lovely. 

Fall trickles into winter, and there are final exams and goodbyes to your friends before you and Jake leave on a two-week trip to see your family in Australia. You and Jay FaceTime almost every day; he complains about getting pasty staying indoors in the cold while you’re out tanning on white sand beaches. 

“Should I fly out there?” he muses one day close to the end of your trip. “You could be, I dunno, in danger! Because of the sun. No one to help you put sunscreen on your back… or check that you’ve applied enough on your legs… or your chest… It’s really important, you know. Skin cancer awareness.”

You laugh. “Thanks for the PSA, baby. I’m coming back in a few days, though, so I think I’ll be okay.”

Jay sighs mournfully. “I’m not. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” you confess. Living across the street from each other at school and seeing him in person almost every day for the past few months has spoiled you. 

“I miss you, too,” Jake mimics beside you. You’re in an Uber on the way to dinner with your parents, so you can’t commit much physical violence against him, but you do punch his shoulder.

Jay pipes up with, “Was that Jake’s voice I heard?”

You glare at your twin before popping out your earbuds to put the call on speakerphone. “Unfortunately.”

“Yo, what’s up, my man!” Jake cheers, shoving his face into view of the camera.

Jay and Jake chatter about some game they started playing with Heeseung, and you have to admit that you’re really happy about how well you and Jay have integrated into each other’s lives and communities. Of course, Jake had never been a big concern; secretly, you think he loves that his best friend is dating his sister. You’re two of his favorite people in the world, though he’ll only admit it when he’s four shots in. 

Soon, you approach the restaurant, and you have to say goodbye to Jay. He encourages you to keep sending videos of Jake falling into the ocean while surfing, which prompts a loud bout of complaining from Jake.

“You better not have shown that to anyone else,” Jake grumbles.

“Yunjin loved it,” you remark casually, just so you can laugh loudly when he jolts in his seat and turns to you with panicked eyes.

He whisper-shouts, “Why would you say that word? And why the fuck would you send it to her?” 

“What word— love? Oh my god, grow up. And she asked for updates on you.” Your eyebrows furrow. “I think she missed you, or something.”

“She did?” Jake beams; he’s entirely a different man now. “What else did she say about me?”

You point at him accusingly. “You have a lot of questions for someone who claims that they’re just buddies with my girl Jen. Which, again— grow up. Anyways, Jay, we have to go, but we’ll see you soon! Love you!”

“Love you, baby. And you, too, Jake,” Jay adds, before Jake can whine. 

A few days later, you’re finally reunited with Jay at the big New Year’s Eve party his family throws every year. The Parks always get to host the last party of the holiday season; you’re excited to experience it with Jay for the first time. 

An hour before the party is set to start, you let yourself into the Park estate and make your way surreptitiously to Jay’s room. His back is turned to you when you open the door slowly, and you stop for a moment to just drink in the sight of him, comfy and cozy in a cable-knit quarter zip sweater— the definition of huggable. Quickly, you sneak in and wrap your arms around his waist. “Hey, handsome.”

Jay cranes his neck around to look at you. “Hey! You’re here early.” 

You let go of him so he can turn around and hug you back properly. “Couldn’t wait to see you,” you confess. 

“Thank god.” He drops his head into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. “Mm, the world is finally rightside up again.”

You laugh softly. “We are so dramatic.”

“Unavoidable for hot people,” Jay reasons. He pulls back up to wink at you; it’s so cheesy that you have to hold your hands up to his face to avoid looking at him. He laughs outright, and the return of that sound so close to your ears— as opposed to through the phone across an ocean— makes you smile uncontrollably wide.

“I really missed you,” you murmur. Finally, finally, he leans in and kisses you. It starts as something innocent and comforting, then quickly gets subsumed into fire and passion. You fist your hands into the collar of his sweater, hauling him closer to you with an enthusiasm that makes his fingers dig into your waist.

“Missed you so much. Missed this so much,” he says, right before sliding his tongue against yours. Soon, he transitions to sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, breathing a litany of love you, love you, love yous into you. The kiss is so deep it makes you go lightheaded, and when you separate for air, the sound of your mouth parting from his elicits a faint pop that makes you shudder. He’s considerate enough to back off briefly for you to catch your breath, though he doesn’t make it easy. “Pretty, so pretty,” he whispers against your cheek.

You have to close your eyes to calm yourself down. Right now, you think you could power a whole city with the desire that vibrates underneath your skin. “As much as I want to keep going,” you begin, already doomed with how hoarse your voice is, “I think you have to start getting ready.” The way your fingers pull at the zipper of his sweater is wholly unconvincing. 

He sighs and straightens up to rest his chin on the top of your head. “I should really learn how to reconfigure the time-space continuum. Time needs to stop when I’ve got my girl with me.”

You hum in agreement, curving around him slightly to scrape your teeth over the birthmark on his neck and grinning when he hisses into your ear. “You’re a smart guy; I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” you offer, continuing to tug at his zipper until you’re met with the end of the quarter zip. A frustrated sound escapes your throat at the obstacle.

“What’s your new year’s resolution?” Jay asks suddenly.

“What?” You blink hazy eyes at him; he has to pinch his own wrist behind your back to fight the urge to kiss you again.

“Just trying to kill the mood so I don’t go out there with a hard-on,” he explains, half bashful and half serious. “I have to make a speech, you know.”

“Thanks for coming, everyone! Hope you had a great last year, and here’s to an even better new year. There, speech done.” You withdraw your hands from his sweater to make jazz hands at him. “Wow, I’m such a speedy speechwriter! With all this extra time, we should keep going.”

“Brilliant,” he says dryly. “But you were right before; I do have to get ready.”

You frown and rest your cheek against his chest. “Past me was such a cockblock.”

Jay chuckles. “So, tell me, what is your new year’s resolution?”

Your eyes drift to the offending sweater in your peripheral vision. “Throw out all of your sweaters.”

“Very noble of you.”

“And get into grad school,” you say, more serious now.

“They’d be crazy not to take you for the Rhodes, baby.” Jay presses a final kiss to the top of your head. “I, um. I already asked to start in the London office of the company.”

You whip your head up so fast you almost give yourself whiplash. “Really?”

“Really. I want to be wherever you are.” He smiles so tenderly at you that your heart breaks and then mends itself back together in an instant; shattered and restored all at once by the strength of his devotion.

Sadly, there’s only so much time you can spend swooning at your boyfriend (Jay’s right; you do have to learn how to reconfigure the time-space continuum). He truly does have to give a speech soon, so he starts getting changed, pulling his sweater over his head and swearing when it gets stuck on the wire frame of his glasses. 

You laugh a little breathlessly at him, distracted by the strip of toned stomach revealed by his current position with his arms stuck above his head in his sweater. “My last new year’s resolution is to close the gyms,” you announce, finally moving into action to help him unspool the yarn of his sweater from his glasses.

“All of them?” His voice comes out muffled from inside his sweater before it’s over his head at last, and he’s shirtless in front of you. 

You drag your fingertips from the top of his waistband to the warm skin of his sternum. “Especially the ones you go to. You’re too tempting like this.”

He shivers at your touch but still manages to smirk when he says, “Just for you, doll.”

You groan. “Seriously, don’t call me that if you want to make it out there in time for your speech.”

“We should get rid of speeches, too,” he declares. He eyes the top of your fingers against his chest forlornly. “But I guess I’ll have to give the last one. Now, for real, tell me something extremely unsexy.”

You quip, “To help you get flaccid?”

He wrinkles his nose. “Excellent work; we’re headed in the right direction.” 

Your phone vibrates with a barrage of texts at that moment, which you check as Jay disappears into his walk-in closet to get dressed. It looks like your friends have arrived, and they’ve brought your outfit with them (you had come straight from the airport, dressed in leggings and a sweatshirt from high school). You tell Jay just as much, raising your voice slightly to be heard in the other room. “I’m gonna go get my stuff and change!”

He sticks his thumb out the door of the walk-in closet, pointing it upwards in assent. He assumes you saw it when he hears the door close, and then his phone goes off as well, inundated with a flood of texts from his newly arrived friends. 

hsm 3’s most underrated song: the boys are back (heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, jungwon, and sunoo)

jake: alright i have to k*ll myself

sunoo: why r u censoring all of a sudden

jake: i don’t want my fbi agent to take that seriously. although i do wanna kms

jungwon: why what happened

sunghoon: oh it’s HILARIOUS

jake: stfu

jake: so there’s eggnog being passed around right? and i see yunjin so i go to hand her a cup to be nice

heeseung: ~to be nice~

jake: kys

jake: anyways then i realize that the cup was really hot so i go and blow on her drink, like a fucking weirdo, and then i blow on SUNGHOON’S drink to make it seem less weird, except he’s drinking a HIGH NOON like an absolute idiot

sunghoon: hey i got the bartender to put it into a nice glass at least

sunoo: that’s my big (derogatory)

jay: perpetual bachelors jake and sunghoon! who’s surprised

sunghoon: NOT true i’m pretty sure the student government’s social media chair was flirting with me in the library before finals

jungwon: ??? wonyoung is a lesbian

jungwon: and she was just asking u to get out of the way bc u were spacing out in front of the printer

heeseung: L + me personally i’d kms

sunghoon: oh i know YOU are not talking

sunghoon: lee “the only time i feel the touch of a woman is when i go to yoga class at the university gym once a week” heeseung

heeseung: THE WOMAN WHO TEACHES IT IS HOT OKAY

sunghoon: oh heeseung mommy kink era?

heeseung: SHE IS MY AGE

sunoo: shouldn’t u be more concerned about breaking ur back every time ur there, grandpa?

heeseung: uncalled for wtf

heeseung: also tbh i wish SHE would break my back

jake: okay i’ve recovered from my earlier embarrassment. upon seeing what heeseung is texting, i’m thinking what i did wasn’t that weird

sunoo: bffr

jungwon: jake why don’t u just ask her out? instead of being emotionally constipated

jake: ew why would i ask her out i don’t want to be in a relationship that’s for pussies (respectfully) (i love women)

jungwon: yeah that’s definitely super emotionally mature of u

sunghoon: it’s 2023 pussy is a gender-neutral term

jay: you rly just say whatever the hell you want don’t you

sunoo: oh hey i see felix flirting with yunjin

jake: WHAT

jake: suddenly i have to go

sunoo: u r literally so pathetic

jay: btw i’m coming down now but if any of you see my gf before i do can you tell her she can change in my room

jake: gross

jay: GROW UP + stay single + kys

heeseung: GET HIS ASS

Jay’s idiot friends aside (he loves them so much), he actually is looking forward to seeing a bunch of his classmates and their families at tonight’s holiday party. Senior year seems to have crept up on him unannounced, and now he’s feeling slightly (a lot) sentimental about the idea of not living down the hall or at most across the campus from all the people who have made the last few years so formative (and entertaining as hell). 

He’s still thinking about how much he’s going to miss that place and those people when he hears your voice floating down from the top of the staircase. It sounds like you’re arguing with Kazuha about how many jello shots is too many for the after-party of the next phase of new member initiation at your sorority, which makes him chuckle quietly to himself. With four humanities and fine arts majors between the two of you, neither of you sound like you have the correct math. 

He opens his mouth, ready to give his two cents, but then he freezes at the sight of you descending the stairs. Vaguely, he processes the fact that Kazuha seems to have stopped arguing and even stopped coming down the stairs herself, just so she can give you two this moment.

This moment, which is making his brain short-circuit, because you are incandescent in a slinky, silvery dress that reflects all the candles that he’s now glad his parents made him light around the place. Countless points of light impart an otherworldly glow upon you, and you’re smiling at him; Jay thinks he must have saved the country in a past life.

When you reach him at the bottom of the stairs and he still hasn’t said anything, you tilt your head quizzically. “Jay? Everything alright?”

“You look like you just stepped out of a fairytale,” he breathes out. He moves on autopilot, bending at the waist as he takes your hand and kisses the top of it before straightening up to simply look at you some more.

“And right into the arms of my Prince Charming,” you respond, only half-joking. Right now, the dreamy look in his eyes makes you want to believe in happily ever after, as if it’s something he could forge with his own two hands. You kind of think he could, with the force of all his ardor.

Multiple phone cameras going off breaks the two of you out of your spell; you turn towards your nosy friends, who hold up variations of thumbs-ups and finger hearts. 

“Sorry, you guys are just too cute,” Yunjin says, not sounding sorry at all.

“Your parents would never forgive me if I didn’t get that on camera,” Sunghoon insists.

“Speaking of, I gotta go find them to make sure everything’s set.” Jay kisses your cheek. “See you later, Cinderella.” His fingers hold onto yours until the last second; your arm and his stretch out absurdly, as if you were parting for years, not minutes. 

“So dramatic,” Kazuha teases, joining you at the bottom of the staircase. 

“Unavoidable for hot people,” you explain wryly. You turn your attention to your gathered friends next. “I’m so glad you’re all here!”

“In 50 years, you could be hosting this party,” Sakura quips. Secretly, you hope it’s a lot sooner than that. 

“New Year’s Eve on Mars?” Jake suggests. 

Heeseung groans. “I’m scared of heights; can we not?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, dude, that’s not how space works!”

Half an hour passes happily like that, chatting and joking with some of your favorite people in the massive foyer. You don’t know exactly where Jay went off to, but the answer to that becomes clear when the music goes low and Jay clears his throat into the microphone set up at the front of the foyer. 

“Thanks for coming, everyone! Hope you had a great last year, and here’s to an even better new year.” Jay pauses to chuckle. “My girlfriend and I were joking earlier about me just saying that and calling it a night, but unfortunately for all of you, I am much more verbose than that.” Another pause for a light round of laughter from the gathered crowd. 

Jay works the audience like a pro as you watch with unbridled pride. A few minutes later, he winds down to the end of his prepared remarks, which you only know because he has asked you to proofread the speech weeks ago. You’re expecting him to wrap up with a final Happy New Year!, so you’re surprised to hear him keep going. 

“A couple of last things. To my parents, and everyone at the company, thank you for putting your trust in me.” Jay bows deeply. “I won’t let you down next year.” He straightens and looks right at you. “This year has been nothing short of wonderful. I’ve been so lucky my whole life, but the last few months have been particularly special to me. I’ve gotten to know people who I want to continue knowing for the rest of my life, who make me feel like my heart is too big for me, because I couldn’t possibly fit all of the kindness and love they give to me in the confines of my chest. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I do know that my life would be bereft without it.” Jay has to tear his eyes from yours because he knows he’s liable to cry if he sees you do so. “Bereft without you,” he continues, sweeping his gaze across the foyer. “All of you, who I’m so glad to call my friends and family. So, please stay healthy and happy this year, and I hope the new year treats you as well as this year has treated me. Happy New Year, everyone!”

Champagne glasses clink around you and people applaud, but all of it sounds far away. The only thing you can focus on is Jay, who’s making his way slowly through the throng of well-wishers to get to you.

When he’s finally in front of you, you have your misty eyes under control. He drops his hands to your waist and smiles gently. “Hi, pretty lady.”

“Hello, my favorite hopeless romantic.” Your palm goes to the sharp curve of his jaw. “You just had to go and say such sweet things. What’s gonna happen to my cool and unbothered reputation?”

“Right, your reputation.” He leans into your touch. “I can think of other ways to ruin your reputation,” he remarks, low and rough.

You roll your eyes, although you can’t stop your other hand from curling into the lapel of his suit jacket. “Romantic and horny! Duality of man.” 

“I meant what I said, you know.” His eyes soften at you. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me this year. Maybe ever. I have a lot of great people in my life, but only one you.”

“I know. You always mean what you say, and I love that about you.” You lean in to press a quick kiss to his mouth. He chases after you, tipping your chin up with his hand to kiss you deeper. Sadly, it doesn’t last for too long; you’re both aware that your friends and their parents are nearby.

But later, Jay makes sure to kiss you from this year into the next one, and you hope that you never forget what it feels like— fireworks exploding above your head and in your veins, lighting you up from within. Radiant, in the glow of someone who loves and is loved.

girlbossing soooooooo close to the sun (you, yunjin, chaewon, kazuha, and sakura)

yunjin: do u think it’d be weird if i got jake something for valentine’s day

you: yes extremely

sakura: don’t ask me i’m gay

yunjin: ???

yunjin: okay thx guys this was super helpful!

chaewon: i thought you weren’t dating?

yunjin: WE MIGHT AS WELL BE. i’m sick of waiting for him to actually ask me out

you: jokes aside, i think he’s really into you, like genuinely. but his head is so far up his ass he will never make the first move

sakura: boooooo emotionally repressed playboy how cliche

kazuha: omg u should try to do something romantic

yunjin: absolutely not i can’t be a SIMP

sakura: boooooo emotionally repressed maneater how cliche

yunjin: WHATEVER

yunjin: more importantly, what are we doing for galentine’s!!!!

kazuha: spa day i thought?

you: yes but i have to leave a little early :(( sorry ladies the community kitchen is doing a pre-valentine’s day dinner and jay and i are signed up to help

chaewon: i can’t even be mad at you that is SO CUTE

Jay gets sick in the week leading up to Valentine’s day, which puts a spanner in the works of his grand plans for your first Valentine’s together. You tell him that it’s not a big deal and he should just focus on resting and getting better, but that doesn’t stop him from moping about it. 

mother is mothering (you, niki, and jungwon)

you: can i just say that this gc name is not helping to put to rest the joke that jay and i are ur parents

you: also i Don’t think u guys know what this phrase means…

you: but anyways what’s up… children

niki: pleaseeeeee fix jay hyung

jungwon: fr we’re desperate

jungwon: he’s been playing sad john mayer songs for like three days straight I CANT LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE

niki: he called the coffee shop yesterday to see if we could set up a valentine’s day surprise for u

niki: we can’t, so i’m not ruining the surprise

niki: but he literally had such detailed plans for the surprise like WE R JUST PART-TIMERS

you: omg… my bf is so cute :(

jungwon: that is SO not the point actually that’s like the exact opposite of the point

you: dw i was gonna come over today after the community kitchen’s pre-valentine’s day dinner anyways

jungwon: THANK GOD

niki: YAY can u ask jay to help me with research material for my history paper btw

you: ask him urself?

niki: i’m scared he’s going to rope me into some other crazy plan to make it up to u for ruining ur valentine’s day plans

niki: which sounds like a HIM problem??? why is he getting ME, a CHILD, involved

you: oh so ur a child now but not when u want to sneak into frat parties

jungwon: omg SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PPL IN THE BACK

you: jungwon i know ur the one who helps him sneak in

jungwon: haha. love u mom :)

you: IM NOT UR MOM

you: btw i’m bringing back extra vegetables from the community kitchen and i expect u to eat them! jay mentioned u were stressed lately and not eating well

jungwon: okay ty… not-mom

It’s almost 10pm by the time you get to the frat house, bundled in your winter coat and weighed down with containers of food. You leave one in the fridge, labeled with a note that says “for jungwon— eat this or niki will forever be taller than you”. You take everything else with you to Jay’s room, pausing at the door when you realize you don’t even know if he’ll be awake or if he’s still sleeping off his illness.

The door swings open before you have the chance to knock, and you’re met with the sight of Jay in a bathrobe, shower caddy in hand. “I must be hallucinating,” he mutters. 

You hold back a laugh. “Nope, you’re still in the land of the lucid. I brought you some food, and I figured we could watch something while we eat. Go shower; I’ll set up.” 

Jay blinks rapidly. “Oh my god, you’re really here?” He drops the shower caddy to the floor carelessly, moving forward to hug you before he halts abruptly, inches away from you. “Wait, no, you shouldn’t be here. I don’t want you to get sick, too.”

“It’s been, like, five days. I don’t think you’re contagious anymore,” you argue, sidling past him to drop your stuff into his room.

“Really?” The hopefulness in his voice makes your heart melt.

“Really. I’ll ask Heeseung to ask his special friend to confirm, if that will make you feel better,” you offer.

Jay's eyebrows furrow. “We should probably stop calling her that, but yes, that would make me feel better. Ask while I shower, but seriously, I’m not touching you if she says no.” 

You salute him. “On it, captain.” Heeseung’s special friend is the girl who teaches one of the yoga classes at the university gym, and she’s also a nursing student. She has a name, but Heeseung refuses to tell any of you what it is. Truthfully, it wouldn’t be hard to look her up, but you think it’s kind of cute how nervous Heeseung is about whatever liminal space he’s in with her.

you: hey can u ask the love of ur life if it’s okay for me to be with jay rn?

heeseung: first of all DONT CALL HER THAT second of all why tf would she have an opinion on that

you: i wouldn’t have to call her that if u would tell us HER NAME

you: and jay came down w/ that nasty virus like five days ago remember

heeseung: oh my goddddd yeah he wouldn’t stop whining about how his valentine’s day plans were ruined

you: ur special friend is in nursing right? so can u ask her

heeseung: i’m starting to think i should tell u her name just so u stop coming up with new ways to refer to her

you: that’s what I'M saying

heeseung: but yeah sure anything to get jay to stop being so annoying

you: thank uuuuu i’ll leave u some cookies in the kitchen so give some to her okay?

heeseung: omfg u made COOKIES i am so glad jay is dating u

Ten minutes later, Heeseung texts to let you know that you’re probably in the clear. More specifically, he says that his friend says it’s ultimately best practice to stay away from Jay for another couple of days, but she thinks the two of you are so cute and she gets why you’d want to be with him, and you’re outside of the most contagious window now, anyways. 

You figure that’s close enough to a yes, which is what you tell Jay when he returns from his shower. He’s at your side in an instant, hugging you like his life depends on it. “I’m sorry,” he whispers eventually.

“What on earth for?” 

“Our first Valentine’s is going to be so lame, just because I got sick.” He sighs deeply. “I wanted to make it special for you, especially because you’re always running around helping everyone, and instead you’re here, taking care of me.”

“Jay.” You pull back from his chest to look at him. “Nothing is lame, and nothing is ruined, okay? It’s literally just a day. And you always make me feel special. Being with you is like— ahem.” You cringe at the words that are about to come out of your mouth; Jay is always effusive and free-wheeling with his declarations of affection towards you, but it doesn’t come as easily to you. The way you feel about him makes you want to try, though. “Being with you is like Valentine’s Day every day.”

He smiles gently at you, one dimple carving a crescent into his left cheek. “You deserve it, baby. And even if you didn’t, I’d still want to give that to you.”

The two of you stand like that for a while, swaying underneath the unattractive lighting in Jay’s room. His hair starts to drip onto your shoulder, though, and you remember that you need to go back down to the kitchen to set aside the cookies you promised Heeseung.

“Why does Heeseung get to have some of the cookies you made for me?” Jay pouts.

“Troll bridge toll I felt compelled to pay, all because you wanted a second medical opinion,” you respond dryly.

“I’m supposed to believe you were the first? And I’m telling Heeseung you called him a troll.”

“Keep that up and you won’t be getting any cookies, Park.” 

Of course, you feed him a cookie as soon as you’re back in his room. Jay has changed into his pajamas while you were away, and he points to another set he’s laid out for you after he’s done eating the cookie. Once you get changed, you settle on the rug in front of Jay’s bed and start an obscure history documentary together while eating the food you brought him. You warn him that it won’t be as good as what he makes (you are a far better baker than you are a cook). Undeterred, he makes an exaggerated effort to fawn over every dish and praise your skills.

Afterwards, you sit on the edge of his bed and let him lean his head on your lap as you blow dry his hair. “I heard you were being a pain in the ass this week about Valentine’s Day,” you mention. 

“That… is a distinct possibility, for sure.”

“Seriously, I think you scared away all of Niki’s coworkers. He wants your help with research for his history paper, by the way. Oh, that reminds me— what’s the name of your group chat with Niki and Jungwon?”

Jay grimaces. “Glucose father slay.”

You suppress a snort. “That’s… creative, if unsubtle.”

He hums contentedly from the just-right warmth of the hairdryer and the just-right softness of your hands. “We’ll get to have lots of Valentine’s Days together, right?”

"Of course, baby."

When it hits midnight, you’re curled up together in his bed, with his laptop still playing the credits of the history documentary. You enter February 14th like that, tucked under his chin, exactly where you want to be.

On one of the first randomly hot days that pop up in late March before the weather actually gets warmer, you’re holed up in the library, eyes aching after staring at the tiny text in ancient manuscripts for too long and shivering in the temperature-controlled special collections section of the library. While the rest of your friends are out at the college’s golf course enjoying the warm weather at a joint charity tournament, you’re stuck here, beholden to the block in your calendar which says “manuscript time :/”. The rare manuscripts you need for your thesis are only available to be looked at during certain times, but today’s research session has proven to be less than fruitful, given how often your eyes wander to the door to the exit and how empty your notes are.

You can feel yourself dozing off for the umpteenth time when suddenly, warm hands land on top of your shoulders, and a smooth voice murmurs in your ear, “Working hard or hardly working, Cinderella?”

Jay. You turn your head to meet his gaze; crescents of affection reflect back at you. “How’d you get in here?” Appointments are usually required for the rare manuscripts room.

He flashes you a smirk. “Charmed the librarian.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you pulled with the 40-and-up demographic like that.”

“Yeah, I told her I missed my girlfriend so much I’d cry if I couldn’t see her today.” He drops a kiss to your cheek, then maneuvers the chair next to you sideways and backwards so he can sit as close to you as possible. He crosses his arms on top of the back of the chair and rests his chin against his arms to stare at you, soft and beckoning. “You look like you want to leave.”

You sigh and turn fully sideways towards him, letting his long legs bracket yours while your knees push up against the back of his chair. “You look like a reason to leave,” you admit. It comes out breathy in a way that you hadn’t intended, but who can blame you— Jay is dressed for the golf tournament in a navy blue polo and crisp white slacks, and as always, his clothes fit like they were made for him. 

In the back of your mind, you make a note to ask where he gets his tailoring done. In the front of your mind, your attention roams from the clean line of his shirt sleeves against his biceps, to the inviting curve of his mouth, to the planes of his chest that peek out behind the top two undone buttons of his shirt. All these months later, looking at him still hasn’t gotten old; truthfully, you don’t think it ever will.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Jay inquires, peering closer at you with a sly grin on his face.

“Like you have to ask,” you grumble, reaching out to pinch his cheek in retaliation for the teasing question.

He grabs your hand before it reaches him and gently bites the tip of your index finger, laughing when you make an offended face and pull your hand back. “C’mon, let’s get out of here, yeah? We should at least make an appearance at the tournament we organized.”

You glance back at the heavy tomes you’ve pulled out today— pages and pages of dense Middle English to get through. Then, you look at Jay, who has chosen that moment to skate his fingertips up and down the top of your right thigh. The decision is almost comically easy to make. “Yeah, fuck this. Let’s go.” 

You dutifully return your books and say a polite goodbye to the librarian, who coos at you both. Jay waves your joined hands at her. On your way out to the main section of the library, goosebumps form on your arms from the change in temperature: arctic vortex to plain old frigid, both of which are wholly inhospitable environments for the sleeveless golf dress you’d worn today in hopes of eventually getting to the tournament. 

“Cold?” Jay halts you both and sweeps his hands across your shoulders and down to your wrists, frowning at the chill he encounters on your skin. Normally, he’d offer you his jacket or sweater or something, but he just has the shirt on his back today. “This won’t do,” he murmurs, and then he’s pulling you in the direction of the secluded stacks.

It’s dark and shadowy there, with not a single soul occupying any of the carrel desks spaced in between the rows of books. Your heartbeat picks up despite yourself; you think you have a good idea of where this is going. This is also something that hasn’t gotten old yet and likely never will. “You know, I’ve always thought it would be kind of hot to hook up in a library,” you comment.

Jay trips over air, then quickly rights himself and shakes his head as if to clear it before looking at you again. “You would, you nerd,” he says, but it comes out low and contemplative. 

As soon as you reach the carrel desk located in the most isolated corner of the stacks, he brings his hands to your waist and lifts you up to sit on top of the desk. Happily, you hook your ankles behind his legs and draw him in to stand between yours. “You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing.”

“I just wanted to kiss you for a bit, so you could warm up,” Jay insists. He leans in closer, until your chests are pressed up against each other. “But now that we’re here…” 

“Now that we’re here,” you agree. Then you’re tilting forward to kiss him, and the tension in your body from a long morning at the library dissipates into the heat of his mouth and the softness of his hair.

Jay kisses you long and luxuriously, like he was born to do nothing but stand around and kiss you. “You did so well with planning the tournament,” he tells you in between kisses, smothering the words against your mouth. 

“You did, too,” you reply, dispensing the compliment in airy gasps against his ear as he moves down to your neck, feathering open-mouthed kisses against the skin there. A whimper escapes from your throat when he bites down at the juncture of your neck and your clavicle, transforming into a breathy moan as he soothes over the sting with his tongue. His name slips out of your mouth in a dragged-out whine: “Jongseong.” 

He shudders against you. “Warn a guy before you do that, will you? I don’t actually want to come in my pants in the library.”

You giggle, tugging his head back so you can look at him. You’re met with shiny lips, slow-blinking eyes that drag up and down your body, and tousled hair, messed up from Jay’s meticulous styling by your wandering hands. Temptation, personified. “Fuck,” you breathe out. “What if I do?”

“You’re not wearing pants,” Jay points out cheekily. His demeanor switches to sultry in an instant when he presses down on your bottom lip with his thumb, and he groans when your tongue darts out over it. “God, you’re so hot. C’mere, doll, let me sort you out.”

Twenty minutes later, you’re slipping out of the back door of the library and into the parking lot. You shoot off a quick text to Yunjin, asking her to hold down the fort for a little while longer at the tournament, and then Jay is tugging you into the backseat of his car with an urgency that makes your heart pound. Now, you get to sort him out, and it’s so much better than staring at old books.

yunjin: what is taking so long i sent jay to get u like 45 minutes ago

you: sorry be there in a bit love you babe!

yunjin: woooooooooow remember when i said i would never betray u for dick

yunjin: guess u DO NOT FEEL THE SAME

yunjin: ah well have fun don’t do anything i wouldn’t ;)

to all the boys i’ve fake-dated before (you, sunghoon, yeonjun, chan, vernon, mark, and 5 others)

you: were any of you fuckers going to tell me that jay’s birthday is TOMORROW?!

you: help!!!!! what do i get for him!!!!!

sunghoon: believe me that man wakes up every day thanking god that ur his gf. u don’t need to get him anything

you: as much as i appreciate the reporting of his simp behavior, i am IN A PANIC his birthday is in 12 hours why the fuck didn’t anyone say anything sooner?!?!

vernon: i’m gifting him a new speaker for the basement

chan: bro you’re getting that gift for ALL of us bc you BROKE the speaker in the basement

vernon: and jay is one of the many recipients of that gift!

you: FOCUS on me and MY problem please

mark: yooooo u could write him a song? i still owe u a favor so i’d be down to help

you: and make him listen to me perform it? i’m trying to keep this relationship going, not obliterate it

yeonjun: mans has one single move in his arsenal

mark: HEY it worked out pretty well for me

yeonjun: only bc u had like a million ppl helping u

sunghoon: i got jay tickets to that japanese singer he likes

you: FUCK that’s such a good idea why didn’t i think of that

sunghoon: bc u didn’t know his birthday was coming up

you: thanks genius

sunghoon: but anyways jay never makes a big deal out of his birthday

sunghoon: it’s mostly like a sentimental thing for his parents bc they tried for so long to have him

vernon: strictly speaking, they were trying to have ANY of the sperm inseminate ANY of the eggs so like it didn’t have to be him specifically

mark: dude wtf

chan: i’m sure jay will love whatever you get for him! maybe you could paint or draw something for him?

you: okay yes yes i can bang something out real quick in the studio 

vernon: that’s what she said

yeonjun: this is why ur still single

you: the sperm and egg comment didn’t give it away?

vernon: guys stop ganging up on me wtf

you: okay thank you ONLY to chan the rest of you were useless

you: chan u could start a business. like a gift-giving idea business

mark: like santa claus but without the actual gifts?

yeonjun: ghost santa claus

chan: none of you should ever be allowed to start a business

It’s 5am by the time you’re finished in the studio, and you know your sleep cycle is going to be all sorts of messed up for the next few days, but it’s a small price to pay so you can slide into Jay’s bed and mold yourself against his body, knowing that your painting of the scene of your first date is leaning safely against the wall across from you. 

Unfortunately, the swift arrival of sunrise and birds chirping outside of Jay’s window leave you unable to fall asleep (not to mention the energy drink you’d chugged at 2am). You give up on it quickly, comforted by the fact that you don’t have any classes today and can afford to sleep in when your body eventually gives out on you. 

Staring at Jay is not an unenjoyable way to pass the time, so that’s what you do. Sleep smoothes out all the muscles in his face, but the sharp angles of the underlying bone structure turn him into marble; idly, you wonder how many sculptors would kill to be able to craft something this beautiful, this timeless and exquisite. You’ve tried to sketch or paint Jay multiple times yourself, and you’re still trying (that senior portfolio is going to be the death of you), but to date, you’ve been left unsatisfied. Something about Jay is just too expressive, too lively, too attentive; you haven’t been able to nail down the exact way he moves through the world, much less the way he looks at you like nothing else exists. There’s so much love to give in those steady hands, and so many meanings to divine in those familiar eyes—

Oh.

Jay’s eyes have flipped open, displaying his least endearing habit: sleeping with his eyes open. It unnerves you to no end, even though it makes him look kind of silly, so you have to flip around with a small grin on your face. “You’re lucky I love you so much,” you whisper, mostly to yourself.

His arm tightens around your waist. “Tell me something I don’t know.” The words come out slightly slurred, and the movement of his lips against the back of your neck makes you shiver. 

You flip back around to meet his now closed eyes. “You’re awake?” Jay usually sleeps like the dead.

“I’m trying really hard not to be,” he drawls. Eyes still closed, he tugs you closer to press his lips to your forehead. “Go to sleep, doll.”

You hum tunelessly and fidget with the pendant of his necklace. “Happy birthday, Jongseong.” You can feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin, but you’re quick to nip that in the bud. “Or should I say… traitor? Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was coming up? I had to find out from Jungwon.”

“Typical mama’s boy.”

You giggle, even as you admonish him with: “Seriously, that joke needs to die. One of Riki’s coworkers actually thinks I’m his mom, and I just have a really good Botox supplier.”

Jay’s chest rumbles in amusement underneath your ear. Afterwards, it’s quiet for a long moment before he finally opens his eyes to peer blearily at you. “Are you upset I didn’t tell you about my birthday?”

You give him a tiny shrug. “Just curious, I guess. Plenty of people don’t like to celebrate their birthdays. Sunghoon said it’s usually more of a thing for your parents than it is for you.”

“Yeah, that’s about right.” Jay rubs his thumb over your cheek. “I’m spending the day with them, actually. We go to the same place for brunch every year, and then we just kind of walk around until dinner, which I’ve been cooking for the past couple of years.”

You smile automatically at the thought of his parents. They adore you, and the feeling is mutual— how could it not be? 

Jay’s thumb halts its movements as something occurs to him. “Well, hey, do you wanna come with us?” 

Quickly, you shake your head. You can spot Jay’s Mr. Nice Guy gestures from a mile away. “Nah, you should keep up your tradition with your parents. We’re still getting lunch with them this weekend, right? So I’ll get to see them soon, anyways.”

“My mom said she loves the insoles you sent her, by the way.”

“Right? Super comfortable. I can stay on my feet in the studio all day in those.” Just then, you’re hit by a yawn. “I guess I did the equivalent of a full day last night.”

Suddenly, Jay sits up straight, making you whine about the loss of coziness. “Wait, yeah, why are you here so early? Not that I don’t love waking up next to you, because I really do, but you weren’t here last night, and… oh my god.” He cuts himself off when he spots the painting against his wall.

You sit up as well. “Don’t freak out,” you begin. “I had fun making it, okay? And I don’t have class today so I can sleep alllllll day and if you’re not tired after dinner we can hang out afterwards, and seriously, Jay, light of my life, apple of my eye, etcetera, etcetera— let me do something nice for you without you feeling guilty about it, okay?” You draw in a deep breath. “I know I’m, like, afflicted with a chronic need to be helpful, but c’mon. Pot, kettle.” You point to yourself and then to him. “I love that you’re humble and kind and you know how lucky you are, but there’s nothing… to prove. You hear me? Just because you’ve had a good life doesn’t mean you have to give 110% of yourself to everyone else to deserve it. Please don’t make yourself feel bad because you get to take something from me for once instead of giving.” At the end of your rant, you blink in surprise at yourself. “Sorry, I don’t know when that turned into a lecture. All I’m saying is that you told me once that you’d want to give me Valentine’s Day every day, even if I didn’t deserve it, and I want to give that to you, too.”

Jay’s eyes flick between you and the painting and back to you, staring at you like he’s never seen you before. He’s speechless for so long that you count to 33 in your head in Mississippis that are definitely longer than one second. Finally, he crushes you to his chest in a hug that has your arms flailing around him with the force of it. “I feel like you just crawled into my head,” he says against your ear.

You make a face that he can’t see. “Didn’t need that visual in my head, but okay, baby.”

“I mean… I’m just feeling very perceived; that’s all. And I don’t really have anything else to say except that I love you so much, and thank you, and you’re my favorite person in the world.” He sniffles, and then preempts you with a, “Shut up.”

“Noooooo, I made you cry,” you coo at him, leaning back in his hold to swipe under his eyes with your thumbs. As you continue to fuss over him and he pretends to bite at your fingers, he hopes you know just how much he’s affected by your words and just how much you mean to him. Golden boy Park Jongseong, the prodigal son, the miracle child— he doesn’t think it could fairly be called a burden, because how could it be a burden to be so lucky, to be so loved, to have never truly suffered? But somehow, you get it. Maybe because you’re cut from the same self-sacrificing cloth, or maybe because you just understand him at an atomic level, but you get it. You get that he has dedicated his life to deserving his life in the first place; you get that he tries so hard, all the time, because he wants to be worthy of what he’s been given; you get that he gives, and gives, and gives, and he never wants to take, because he feels like he hasn’t done enough to pay back the gifts with which he was born, let alone take anything else from this world. And here you are, giving him your heart on his birthday— a day he doesn't think is anything special except for the joy it gives his parents— because you love him. Because you're just glad that you were born in the same timeline. He has never dared to ask for a gift like this.

Pathetically, all that he can get out is a simple, “I love the painting, by the way.” He nudges your nose with his. “I’m going to have it framed for our place after we graduate.”

“Our place?”

“Oh, yeah.” He clears his throat awkwardly. “I guess this is me asking. Do you want to live with me next year? Wherever it is that we end up. It would be, you know, economical.”

“Right, because we totally didn’t just have a conversation about your hang-ups with being born with a silver spoon in your mouth. And mine, too, I guess.”

Jay tsks at you. “Okay, or maybe I just want to wake up next to you every day. And make you food when you forget to eat, and listen to your horrible true crime podcasts while we clean up around the place, and hold your hair when you get sick because you forgot to take your Lactaid, and make sweet, sweet love to you every night—”

“Okay, okay, stop!” You’re laughing uncontrollably now, putting your hands up to stop Jay and the obnoxious kissy-face he’s making from coming any closer to you. “I didn’t need that much convincing, although I’m not sure how effective your convincing is when you’re just listing my bad habits, Mr. I-Sleep-With-My-Eyes-Open.”

“Yeah, but aren’t I lucky that you love me so much?” Jay smirks at you before tackling you down into his bed.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you repeat to him. Sunlight slants in through the window behind his head, haloing him in a light so ethereal that you could be convinced the sun shines just for him. Like this, your words fade away from you, until all you’re left with is a quiet, heartfelt, “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll live with you after we graduate.” Softly, you stroke through the hair at his nape. “Stop wondering, by the way.”

Jay’s eyebrows furrow. “Wondering what?”

You reach up to smooth away the crease in his brow. “Wondering if you’re allowed to be this happy. I just told you, like, a million times. You are. The heavens have decreed that Park Jongseong shall be happy for as long as he lives, and a long time after that.” Dramatically, you tap each of his shoulders, as if you’re knighting him. “It is thus decided.”

Jay swoops down and plants a chaste peck on your lips. “Well, since it’s thus decided. Let me add something to that decree, though: I’m going to make you happy for as long as I live, and a long time after that,” he promises. 

And you know he will.

(London is overcast and dreary when you touch down at Heathrow; typical, for a mid-September day. You and Jay still carry tans from a summer of island-hopping around Asia and the Mediterranean, but you’re sure those will fade soon. Still, there’s nothing you can complain about when Jay’s arm is snug around your waist and he looks like a dream in a light wool coat and admittedly unnecessary sunglasses.

You tease him about the sunglasses all the way to the doorstep of your new, shared apartment. But then he kisses you across the threshold and whispers about how much he loves you and how excited he is to be with you for the rest of his life, and you are so, so happy. Unbelievably happy. Beautifully happy. 

Happy, forevermore. This, the heavens have decreed.)

[she-is-juniper]

i need another elvis blurb 😭😭 what if it was at that club where he met BB King and he was like watching u dance or something and came over and y’all danced the night away and that was that??? like it was so sensual and intense but all y’all got from each other were your names 😭😭 im not good at asking for these 🙃

I gotchu girlie I gotchu

The dimly lit club smells of cigarettes and booze-infused sweat—the perfect atmosphere to meet someone you’ll never see again.

Tonight, dressed in bright red, tight-fitting clothing that collects the eyes of men and women alike like a magnet, you feel as sultry as the music coming from the stage. Soul is alive and celebrated on Beale Street tonight. Your plan is to embody it fully.

The combo ends an upbeat number while you order another whiskey. You applaud the band along with the rest of the small crowd, making eye contact with the drummer, who gives you a wink. He, like everyone else in this small club, knows you, and he knows exactly what song you want to hear next.

Just as the band begins their next number—one of your favorites—the club is immersed with the presence of a man who simultaneously stands out like a sore thumb and yet fits in just right.

Tall and suave from across the room, the man—skin white, eyes blue—surveys the room of this smoky joint as if he was born here.

You know him; at least, you know of him. You smile to yourself and throw back your drink. Like a sixth sense, you feel the new man’s gaze boring into the back of your head, which is exactly what you had planned. The dark room begins to spin deliciously, and all you want to do now is dance.

So that’s what you do. You make your way in front of the stage and let the music permeate your body. Dancing in a setting like this couldn’t have come more naturally to you; you were born to do it. You move your hips and twirl, and with every passing moment, you lose yourself in the music a little more.

Suddenly, you’re not dancing alone.

The first thing you notice is his smell, a warm, sultry musk that comes from behind you, matching the radiance of his intrigue. The second thing you notice are his eyes, piercing blue and lined with black in a way that was hard to look away from.

He leans in to speak into your ear, his low rasp of a voice like no other: “Tell me your name, mama.” You tell him, and he speaks it again in your ear like an echo, sweet as candy. The man’s eyes soak you up, draw you up toward him, draw you in, hold you captive.

And then he’s moving with you, effortlessly keeping time with the sway of the music, the motion of your hips. He smirks at you, a cocky, enrapturing gesture, and you can’t help but smile back at him.

There’s no one else in the club, just you and this mysterious, sultry, gorgeous man dancing to the steady, sexy beat of the blues. Your sweat becomes his sweat, your movements become his. You feel his hands on your hips and his mouth against your neck, his lips moving slowly to your ear, where he whispers your name again and again like a prayer.

Time slows, and the night goes on, each delectable moment with the seductive man weld into one another. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment he’s no longer there, but the last thing you remember is looking out toward the door. He’s being ushered out, shaking hands with musicians, exchanging laughter. And the last thing he does before he’s led outside is meet your eyes. There’s a quiet sort of longing in his gaze, a look you’d never possibly forget.

And you know, in that moment, that you’ll more likely than not never meet this man again.

[[ASK BOX IS OPEN FOR ELVIS PRESLEY / AUSTIN BUTLER / STRANGER THINGS REQUESTS]]

[longlivefanfic-net]

Eddie Munson, Boy Scout 

Summary: Part three (or a standalone if u just want smut) to my camping with Eddie fic! You go camping with Eddie Munson and, when you hurt your ankle, he carries you to a spot where you can do some stargazing. You end up...well, gazing at other things.

Word count: 3.1k

Content: Eddie Munson x reader, camping, female/reader receiving head, Eddie doms a little, marijuana use

A/N: Part one here; part two here. Part four (the conclusion!) coming tomorrow, or already on my AO3 as a full one piece fic. Eddie Munson, you will always be famous to ME <3 also...there is a lot of like constellation mythology going on here. I'm a slut for stars!

Fully clothed now, you leave the cave holding Eddie’s hand. The darkness of night has swept overhead, and the woods are even darker than the cave had been. “Eddie,” you say, “I can’t see anything. Can you lead us back to the camp?” He murmurs his reply, coming up in front of you. As the two of you begin to walk back towards the lakeside, you think how nice it is to just be with him. Eddie isn’t someone who needs constant conversation, or stimulation even, to be around you. He’s spent plenty of hours already contentedly listening to his mixtapes or practicing guitar while you read or watch TV shows he claims to hate. There’s something wonderful, you think to yourself, about happy silence with him. You squeeze his fingers ever so slightly and he turns back, looking over his shoulder at you–just as your foot hits something sturdy and you stumble. “Oh shit,” you moan. “Ow. Ouch. Holy fuck.” You hit the ground, your ankle absolutely throbbing in pain. Eddie appears directly in front of you on his knees, concern sketched over his face. “Are you okay? What happened?” “I stepped on something weird and then my ankle rolled,” you say, a slight whimper breaking out from behind your clenched teeth as the words hiss between them. “Can you walk?” Eddie asks. His eyes are narrowed in the corners, and his fingers are probing your ankle gently. “It’s already a little swollen, but not bad,” he says. “Probably a sprain at worst.” “I can try to walk,” you say. You don’t want him to see how bad your ankle really hurts, but when he helps you stand and put weight on your foot the involuntary gasp of pain gives you away. “Okay,” Eddie says, nodding. “No walking for you, princess. I can carry you from here, I think.”

“Hell no, Munson,” you say. You might be "frail" and "weak" right now, but you’re not going to let him carry you all the way back to the campsite. The idea of him lifting you is mildly humiliating–what if you’re too heavy for him? Or he drops you? No, absolutely not. You decide then and there that you’d rather rot in these woods than let him carry you but, just as this thought enters your head, you hear a scuffle of leaves nearby. “What the hell was that?” You cry out. “Probably just a rabbit, princess.” Eddie looks borderline pissed off as he says this. “You’re going to let me carry you,” he says. His face is serious. “It’s too far for you to walk.” “Which means it’s too far for you to carry me, Munson,” you whip your words back at him. You hear the same rustling sound again, and you can’t tell if it’s getting closer or farther. “Okay, seriously, what the hell is that?” There’s a note of panic in your voice you can’t contain. “Listen, babygirl,” Eddie says, leaning in to get close to your face as he crouches over you. “Either you let me carry you back, or I let the rabid bunny rabbit chew your fingers off.” You consider this for a moment: if it is a rabbit, you’d be fine (although, you’re not actually sure whether rabbits can get rabies, and you don’t know if a rabid one would actually attack you like Eddie says), but if it’s something bigger? Something with fangs and claws? “Fine,” you sigh. “Carry me.” Eddie stands, getting his balance under him before he leans over, hooking one hand under your knees and the other around your back. He lifts you smoothly, almost effortlessly, and you look at him in surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck and shift your weight. “What?” Eddie says. “It’s not like Corroded Coffin’s amps are tiny, you know.” You would laugh at this remark if you weren’t mildly flustered at the scene. You feel like an idiot–an idiot with a throbbing ankle. 

As Eddie carries you through the woods, the silence you had previously been so fond of starts to weigh heavy around the two of you. You want so badly to make some sort of light conversation, but the only thing coming out of your mouth is the occasional sharp gasp as a twinge of pain hits your ankle. Once, Eddie accidentally passes too close to a tree and your foot hits the trunk, making you whimper. “Sorry, princess,” he whispers as he continues to walk. The next time you whimper, as he shifts your weight and jostles your leg slightly, Eddie begins looking around. “What is it?” You whisper. You feel anxiety twist it’s way up your stomach–what if it had been something with claws back by the cave and it had followed the two of you? Instead of answering, however, Eddie makes a self-satisfied grunt and then walks suddenly in a different direction. “Where are we going?” You ask, panic obvious in your voice. “Right here,” Eddie replies, and he is suddenly setting you down on a large, smooth rock. The stone is cool from the night air, and you quickly realize that it must have broken off from the larger boulder it sits next to–it’s too large, too tall to be just a part of the ground. Eddie leans slightly, bringing his face closer to yours to see you better in the dim light of the moon and stars. “Is your ankle okay?” He asks. His concern is clear in his voice. “I think I’m fine,” you answer, hoping to soothe him. “I could probably walk, honestly.” You slide toward the edge of the rock. “I wouldn’t, princess, if I were–” Eddie is cut off by the sharp gasp and yelp that come out of your mouth as you crumple to the ground. He lifts you, quickly, setting you back on top of the rock. “If I were you,” Eddie says, completing his earlier sentence. “Let me see your leg.” His calloused fingers roll up your pants leg, and you can feel the bands of metal around his fingers as he feels the tender skin. “Definitely swollen, and a little hot to the touch. I’ve got a compression wrap back at the tent, but we have to get there first,” he says. “Where did you learn first aid?” You ask, shocked at how serious and focused he is on your wellbeing. “I told you,” Eddie says, “Boy Scouts for one summer taught me everything I needed to know. Well,” he says, laughing, “except how to hotwire a car, but I learned that later.” You nod. “Fine then, Scout Munson,” you say, sighing, “What do you recommend?” “Let’s sit for a few minutes–let you catch your breath–and then we’ll go back to the tent. We’re pretty close.” 

The two of you sit in silence, Eddie perched on the rock next to you. His fingers rest gently on top of yours, and you hope he can’t feel the heat radiating off your face. It was so embarrassing–not just to need to be carried, but then to try to stand and hit the ground like that. “Hey,” Eddie says suddenly. “I know something fun we can do while you rest.” “Okay,” you say, turning to look at him. “Lay back.” “Okay, Eddie, while I appreciate the thought, I don’t really feel like getting fucked right now.” “No,” Eddie says, chuckling. “I was going to show you constellations. Although,” he says, and his tone tells you he’s cocked an eyebrow, “If you change your mind about getting fucked, just let me know.” You laugh, leaning down slowly until you’re resting entirely on your back. The quiet sounds next to you, coupled with the smell of Eddie’s shampoo, let you know that he’s joined you on his back. “There,” he says, his hand appearing in the sky above you as he points at a bright star. “See that one? And then that line of them going straight down” Eddie has pointed out four glimmering specks in the sky. “That’s Andromeda,” he says. “Or her body, at least. You can see her arms and legs, too,” he says, finger still jabbing overhead. “What’s Andromeda?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing. Your knowledge of constellations barely goes past the big and little dipper, and you’ve never heard of the one Eddie is attempting to make appear out of the sparkling night. “She was this princess,” Eddie says, “And this guy, Perseus, saved her from being eaten by a sea monster because her parents really sucked, and she was so beautiful he demanded her parents let her marry him as his reward for saving her life.” “Hmm,” you say, lips pursed tightly together. “And how do you know this, exactly, Munson?” “D and D research,” he says. “I like to base a few quests on classic mythology every now and then. Ya know, teach the kids a thing or two.” You laugh, your body contorting against the hard surface of the rock under you. “And have you played a game with Andromeda?” You ask. “Oh, all the time,” Eddie says. “The guys love when I base a character on her. See, her whole thing is that she’s the most beautiful–that’s why she gets offered up to the sea monster that Perseus has to save her from. She reminds me of you actually,” he says, lightly. You turn your face to the side to look at him. He’s still looking up at the sky, his dark bangs pressed to his forehead and his side profile offering the leanness of his face for you to stare at. He’s got the tiniest flicker of a smile dancing over his lips, his eyes still combing the night sky for more lights, more stories to share with you. “Hey Munson,” you say, rolling on to your side. He turns his head to look at you. “I changed my mind. Kiss me.”

Eddie doesn’t have to be told to touch you twice. He rolls on to his own side to face you, his hands coming up to cradle your face. He leans in, pressing his mouth to yours. He’s gentle at first, sweet and soft like his voice while he told you the story of Andromeda. When you move your own hands to his head, drawing your thumb over the curve of his ear as you push your fingers back, he kisses you harder, forcing your mouth open with his own. He pulls back momentarily, rubbing his lips over your jawline and down your throat. Your pulse is picking up, and you know he can feel it stammering in your neck because his tongue traces over it before he bites, a gentle nip followed by genuine pressure. You gasp, loudly, and he chuckles against your skin as he sucks the tender flesh in between his lips. His rough hands have slid down from your face to your waist, and he gently pushes your hips so you’re back to laying on your back. You whine quietly at the loss of contact, but he quickly replaces his mouth as he swings his legs over your hips. Pinning you against the rock with his knees, his lips explore the column of your throat, down to the collar of your shirt. He sits back, suddenly, pulling you by the shoulders to sit up with him. Without saying a word, his rough fingers slide your jacket down over your shoulders and come back under the hem of your shirt, lifting it higher and higher. When he’s got the fabric bunched loosely around your chest, he looks at you, an eyebrow raised. You nod, still too breathless from his mouth to answer with words, and he lifts your shirt up. You raise your arms, allowing him to pull your shirt completely off and toss it behind you, and his quick fingers snag your bra and unhook it. He slides the straps down over your shoulders, setting the thin cups aside, and stops to examine your body under the starlight. 

“See?” He asks, his voice a low growl in between his teeth. “Andromeda.” You lean closer to him, pressing your mouth to his again as his hands cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing across your sensitive skin. Your nipples perk beneath the combination of his touch and the cool night air, and his mouth dips to run his tongue over one. Your fingers knot in his long curls, and he brushes his teeth over the pebbled skin as you gasp. Amid his light chuckle, he pushes you back down to your back, positioning your shirt and jacket under your head as a pillow. His fingers are at your jeans, undoing the button and zipper and the cool metal of one of his rings brushes against your stomach, making you gasp slightly. “Shhh,” Eddie whispers, “Be quiet for me, babygirl. I’ll tell you when you I want to hear you.” He’s got that look in his eyes, the one that means he’s been planning exactly how he’s going to make you scream for a while, and a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine as you nod. He grins, yanking your jeans over your hips aggressively, sliding them down to your knees. His fingers press against your underwear, using the thin fabric to separate himself from you. “God,” he says, “You’re soaking.” Your jaw clenches, heat rising over your neck and cheeks. You should be embarrassed at how badly you want him, but all you can think about is how good his hand feels. He presses harder against your heat, and you moan behind your lips, grinding your hips down against him. “Nuh uh, princess,” he says. “I’m in charge right now.” 

Eddie’s fingers come back up to your hips, his calloused pads scratching at the skin of your hips as he pulls the fabric of your panties down to your knees. His weight disappears from your body, and for a moment you are laying against the cool stone, naked and flushed, as you stare up at the stars overhead. You know better than to try to shift or call Eddie’s name right now, so you wait until his hand grabs your hip again, digging aggressively into the skin. You feel his hair tickle your skin as he noses your legs farther apart for him, and suddenly, without warning, two of his fingers are pushing inside of you. You can’t stop the gasp that snakes up your throat, and you hear him chuckle softly as his mouth presses against the inside of your thigh. Thrusting his fingers inside of you, he keeps your hips from grinding against his hand by pressing his free hand over your stomach. You lock your jaw, trying desperately to tamp down the little whimpers building in your chest with each forceful push of his fingers. When his thumb brushes over the swollen bundle of nerves above your entrance, you can’t control the moan that escapes. He withdraws his hand suddenly and you feel your face shift into something absolutely pathetic. “I told you,” Eddie says from between your thighs. “I’ll let you know when I want to hear you.” 

You pout for a moment, and then his mouth replaces his fingers. His tongue slides between your slick folds, tasting before he devours you. Eddie pushes his tongue inside of you, and your barely contained moan comes out as a sharp exhale. He spends a few moments there, savoring the feeling of your tight walls around his tongue, before he moves his mouth up to your sensitive clit. His fingers replace his tongue before you have time to miss it, and the combined pressure of his curled fingers inside of you with his lips pulling at your swollen nerves as his tongue slides over it again and again is forcing you towards your release. You have no idea how you’re going to stay quiet, and your eyes are clenched shut as you try desperately to soothe your body while Eddie takes control of it. He can feel how close you are, and he maintains the speed of his hand, curling his fingers slightly more. You’re about to cum over his face–you physically can’t hold it back anymore–when the hand holding your stomach in place suddenly pushes with slightly more force and his teeth graze your clit tenderly, letting you know he’s ready for you. Your eyes snap open, and the stars above you are joined by shimmers at the edge of your vision as your orgasm snaps through your body, almost ripping through the tension that’s been building through your core. “Eddie,” you moan, and you can feel him smiling against you as he continues his ministrations through your stuttering, jerking movements. All of the moans and whimpers that have been building inside of you come out as his name, over and over, as he coaxes you gently down from your high. When you’re truly finished, gasping against the stone, he pulls his fingers from you and stands up. Making sure you’re looking at him, he wipes his face with the back of his hand before slipping his fingers in between his lips to clean himself off.

Afterwards, he helps you to dress and sits back down on the rock with you, one hand resting gently on your knee. His rings gleam in the silver of the night as his other hand slips into his pocket, pulling out a joint and a lighter. He places the roll between his lips, eyes watching you watch his mouth, and cups his hand as he moves the soft glow of the flame up to light it. For just a moment, his face is sharp, the shadows and softnesses sharpened by the warm glow, and his hair forms a black circle around him like an angel’s halo gone wrong. The light disappears, replaced by the soft glow of the tip of the joint as he breathes in. He slips the lighter into his pocket and then leans forward, grabbing your chin with his hand. The slight pressure of his fingers tells you to open your mouth, and you let him press a soft kiss against your lips as he breathes his smoke into your lungs. “How’s that ankle feeling, princess?” He asks. “I haven’t been able to feel my legs for at least the last five minutes,” you say, only half-joking, and he laughs. “That’s better than being in pain, I guess,” he murmurs, and you press your side into his, tucking your chin as you duck against his shoulder. “Much better,” you say softly. He takes another hit, tilting his head up to blow the smoke straight up into the night sky this time, and you watch. He holds the joint out to you, shaking his head slightly when you try to take it from him with your fingers. Instead, you take it between your lips while he holds it, taking in a deep pull while your eyes hold his on you. When you release your lungs, he chuckles softly to himself before putting the joint out on the stone next to you and tucking it into his pocket. “Let’s get you back to the campsite.”

[saeyoungs-angel]

Hey lovely, if you don’t have too many asks id like to request shota or denki with a partner that struggles with depression, mainly with taking care of them selves in this. like hygiene, getting out of bed or doing anything really. denki or shota help them do little things that. i think you know what i mean so just write it how ever you want or don’t, if you are uncomfortable with this.

⨳​ punctilious — mha

starring. aizawa & you

plot. you may think you’re slick, but your boyfriend pays attention to everything. this includes the lack of care that you’ve shown yourself, recently.

genre. comfort, fluff

cw. mentions of depressive episodes and depressive behaviors

notes. god i am so sorry it took me so long to get to this, my writers block is so fuckin bad rn but i managed to finish it! i hope u see this since i cant tag u and idk if ur following me but if u do then i hope u enjoy it:)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

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“(y/n), this is the fourth day in a row that you’ve slept in so late.”

you grumble in your half-asleep state, swiftly snatching the blanket he had so rudely stolen from over you. you tuck it back underneath your weary arms and roll away from aizawa.

huffing, you reply in a slurry manner. “tired, shota. didn’t get enough sleep.”

he hums, tilting above you to reach your furrowed eyebrows—he softly thumbs the crease forming in between them.

“stop that, you’ll look old.” he chides, feeling a bit hopeless with your attitude. he knows very well that your sleeping pattern has been through the ringer this past week, and he also knows he can’t force you to fix it.

that said, he still stubbornly wants to try.

“hey, sweetheart. if you get up now, we’ll go to a cat cafe. how’s that sound?”

your eyes fly open, only to dim moments after.

“not feelin’ it today, sorry sho.”

now, aizawa isn’t surprised by much, but this? this has him reeling on the inside. you never turn down an invite to a cafe, let alone one filled with cats.

something is amiss, definitely. though he’d like to speak with you about it directly, he’s worried that you’ll close yourself off even more—it’s not like you never confide in him, but you’re obviously keeping something from him.

he decides to let you rest, offering him enough time to consider his options.

when the sun begins to set, aizawa grows concerned. why are you sleeping so late now? with only solicitous thoughts of you clouding his mind, he shuffles quickly towards your shared bedroom.

creaking the door open, he finds the lights still untouched. “sweetheart?”

his eyes adjust, tracing the outline of your face that’s illuminated by your phone light—which isn’t very bright, probably because you’ve been in the dark all day long.

“hm? oh, sorry. i got stuck on social media.” you end your excuse with a light laugh, not even inching to shut of the device while your eyes lay on him.

he shakes his head and dismisses your words, moving to seat himself on the edge of the bed closest to you. he grasps your hand in his, smiling at you in concern.

“you haven’t been out of the room today, you know? it’s eight o’clock already.”

his voice brings silence with it, you averting your eyes as you can sense what’s ahead of you. scrolling on your phone, you distract yourself unsuccessfully.

“is there something you want to tell me?”

your scrolling pauses for a brief moment, just before you regain yourself and continue. your heart is by your feet and you have no idea where you should take the conversation now.

“i’m—i, uh. fuck, sho. i’m having trouble, alright? that’s all, and i’ll be okay in time. don’t worry about me, please.”

the last sentence drops from your lips and aizawa worries more than ever—those words always come from someone that needs to be worried about.

“quit it. i’m here to help you, not scold you or something. i’m your boyfriend, (y/n), not your mother. i can’t do anything if you refuse my help, but i’m asking you to let me help you.”

your scrolling doesn’t pause this time, it ceases completely. you shut off your phone, the room dimming before you reach for the lamp and switch it on. your vision is a bit blurry and you’re trembling ever-so-slightly, but you respond.

“okay.” with a shaky voice, you nod your head in extra confirmation.

aizawa’s lips turn upwards just lightly, “then it’s a deal. just one more thing, though. i need you to work with me, you have to try, alright? i’ll be here with you for every step, but i need you here as well.”

that’s how it started, you and aizawa both working to turn your episode upside down. two is better than one, right?

“hey, time to get up. i gave you an extra hour, so i expect a kiss after you shower and brush your teeth.”

you sneer, hating the fact that he knows you would’ve preferred to stay in bed and skip those things.

“why not now?” your tone is playful, yet he answers you honestly.

“because it’ll also be a reward for you, sweetheart. now get up, we’re going for coffee.”

the moment the toothpaste reaches your mouth, you gag lightly. after some time without tasting it, the feeling it leaves on your tongue is unfamiliar—aizawa is immediately by your side, brushing his teeth with you.

staring at him through the wide mirror, you smile to yourself. having someone next to you doing the exact same thing effortlessly may not be super comforting, but as he smiles back towards you the world seems just a bit brighter.

he snags your attention through the reflective surface, pointing from you to himself. your eyes leer on him as he counts on his fingers to a certain number, then switches his toothbrush to the other side. he wants you to repeat it, that much you can tell.

as you follow his actions, you turn it into a tiny game for yourself. thirty seconds, done. thirty seconds, done. thirty seconds, done. thirty seconds, aaand completely done.

“that wasn’t so hard, right angel?” he smiles down at you as you flip him off sarcastically.

“actually, it’s easier than i remember it. that might be because you’re here, though.”

critical hit, 98 damage dealt to shota aizawa!

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[yourangel137]

Bloodstains on the curtain /chapter 1

Here is chapter one! I hope you all like it, I'm very proud of it myself so it's okay if you don't like it <3 @weney specifically made for u tbh

Pairings: yandere/murderer!Childe x GN!reader

Warnings: Murder, Blood, panic, stress

Genre: Angst (+ small bit of fluff)

Type: series

Word count: 1117 words

Summary: Why do you have to fall for him out of everyone? You know damn well you caught him in the act of murdering someone.. but you’re wrapped around his finger.. Turning a blind eye for him and only him.

I wish I didn’t see that, but I did.

You wipe the slightly sticky liquid off your hand with the towel you found in your gym bag. Breath is uneven, showing signs of anxiety and fear. Your eyes saw more than they wanted to see, yet your brain can not comprehend what exactly happened right before you. Remembering the details, how your body stood stiff from fear before the scene of horror u witnessed. How did you manage to even escape such a horrible scene? How did you manage to silently step away and he didn’t notice it? Did he notice you though, but decide to ignore you? He knows, you know he knows, but why are you still here? Why are you still alive? Why did he spare you?

You look at the towel in your hands, covered in the substance you once had on your hand. Never in your wildest dreams did you expect to touch the blood from a dead student you once knew. ‘Will I be next in line?’ You think to yourself, a thought you hoped you never had to think about. A big lump of saliva almost chokes you up, stomach aching and gurgling up acid from feeling sick. ‘Where is my phone??’ You search in your bag for your phone, eventually finding it in the side pocket next to your headphones. Quickly you dial the emergency number and wait for someone to pick up. The moment someone starts talking on the other line your brain speeds up a speech to tell them. “You’re speaking to Y/N L/N, please send the police!”

“Please calm down L/N, Can you tell me what happened?”

Your shaking continues as you find yourself sit down on the chair in the classroom you ended up running in. You took some deep breaths before answering the lady on the other line. “I-“ You swallow down a bit lump of saliva. “I witnessed one of the students being stabbed by an unknown man. Please! Please send help! I don’t know if the man is still here and I have no idea what to do! I’m located at **** University. Please send help!”

“Help is on the way L/N. Please stay on the line until help has arrived. Are you alone right now? Where are you located?”

With shaky breath you look around, not fully sure which classroom you ended up in. “U-uhm I don’t know.. I forgot..” The hallway outside the classroom once silent begins to echo the sound of footsteps. Footsteps light and airy, almost as if someone is happily skipping around unbeknown of the horror that happened in the gym changing room. How long has it been since you found out? Since you saw the murder happen before your very own eyes? “Can you go outside and check for me? The police will escort you out of your school safely.”

“U-uh.. I hear footsteps.” You whisper out the words, afraid to be heard by the person outside the classroom. “Okay, Are you located on the ground floor?”

“Yes. I am.”

“Alright, please stay on the line. Can you describe what you saw?” Your memories of the event flash before your eyes once more. The blood splashes on the walls, the man with the black mask on, the dead body of a woman on the ground. Everything feels like an explosion in your brain, causing a headache you rather not experience right now. Dissociation happens, body becoming weak once again, tear stained cheeks glowing from exhaustion and eyes slightly dilating. “Hello? Are you still there?” Your train of thoughts can’t seem to be broken yet.

“Y/N? Why are you in this classroom alone?”

The sudden voice appearance makes you gasp in surprise and you start choking on your saliva. Your eyes dart to the door, eyes full of fear and anxiety. “Oh my god, Y/N are you okay?!” You watch your best friend run up to you and you are too slow to react before you feel his arms pull you into a hug. “Hello? Are you still there?” The voice on the phone called out.

You feel your best friend let go of you before you watch him grab your phone and start talking. “Hello? Who is this?”

...

“Ah.. emergency services? Yes, I see. You’re talking to Tartaglia, their friend. I came to pick them up and I found them in a classroom.”

...

“It’s classroom 15A on the ground floor. Yes we’ll stay on the phone till then.” Tartaglia gives you your phone back before sighing and sitting down next to you. “What happened? Let’s stay calm okay? I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” He shows his usual soft smile towards you, the smile you ended up loving more than anyone elses smiles.

“I went to the gym changing room.. A-A friend forgot something and I came to grab it.. but in the showers.. I turned on the lights and I saw a man hovering over a dead girls body a-and he had a knife. I ran..”

The lady on the phone listens close, just like your friend does. The panic is clearly seen in your body language but also in the way you communicate. Trembles in your voice, stutters and heavy breathing, making it very difficult to understand. “It’s going to be okay L/N. Your help has arrived.” The lady speaks out on the phone and you soon start hearing many footsteps echo through the once empty hallway and towards the classroom you’re located at. “You’re safe.”

The classroom door opens and the police enter it, they immediately go to your side and check up on you. The other police make their way to the crime scene, a scene so bloody its best to close off the school so they can do full research on it. In the end, research teams enter the school too to check out the crime scene. Despite how desperate you are to know more about the murder and what clues they might be finding, it’s best for your own safety to stay by the side-line for now until they reach out for you to ask you questions. Your friend Tartaglia keeps you close, being sure to make you feel safe while explaining to the police what he was doing at school and what he witnessed by himself while being in school. He provides his own alibi to the police and it all seems to check out in the very end, but one thing seems off to you. You aren’t fully sure but.. You could’ve sworn you saw those keychains at the crime scene as well..

I wish I didn’t see that, but I did.

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Hope u liked chapter one! Have a lovely day<3

Much love, angel

[itsjaywalkers]

yk i WANT to ask about nothing happens bc i always want to ask about nothing happens so if you want to tell me about nothing happens.... please do. but also tell me about the fucked up road trip fic PLS <3

dil u can ask about as many wips as u want.. ur wish is my command and all that <3

so let me offer u a nothing happens snippy + a bit of info about the fucked up road trip fic !!!

“Of course. If you’re happy, then I’m even happier.” Regulus’ grin spreads even wider, but then Sirius is gagging loudly and obnoxiously behind him, and his expression falls a second later, being substituted by a scowl. The boy attempts to turn around again, but James tightens his hold, keeping him in place.  “Sirius, you’re such a—” Regulus begins through gritted teeth. “Shush, leave him be, it’s not worth it,” James cuts him off, speaking quietly in his ear. Regulus’ body relaxes against his at the action, and he can’t help but smirk slightly. “Just focus on me, Reggie.” The younger boy nods once at the same time as Sirius raises an eyebrow, hands resting on his hips. “Yeah, Reggie? I’m what?” Sirius taunts, a dangerous glint in his eyes. James sends him a warning glare from behind Regulus, but his best friend doesn’t even spare him a glance. “C’mon, don’t be a coward, finish your sentence.” James watches as Regulus cocks his head to the side, considering, and for a very stressful moment, he’s convinced he’s gonna have to break up a fight between the brothers. It’s not like James isn’t used to it at this point, since they use him as a mediator almost as much as they use him as the main source of discord between them, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys it. Mostly, because he rarely comes out unscathed.  But in the end, Regulus simply clicks his tongue before turning his back on his brother, choosing to face James once more and getting on his tiptoes just so he can wrap his arms around his neck. James grins down at him, and rewards him with a little squeeze on his hips, before raising his head up to smirk at his best friend.

AND THEN ABOUT THE FUCKED UP ROAD TRIP FIC the most fun part about this fic, to me at least, it's the fact that it's inspired by the left right game, which means i have all this material i can use but !! i also get to play around with it !! like yes they're gonna play the left right game and end up in the Road (which is this sort of limbo . between our world and whatever there is on the other side, where u have all these creatures and where rules are completely different and where absolutely everything out there can kill u bc ur not supposed to exist in there and the Road will try to regain its rightful balance) but i'm not gonna follow the original storyline so i really want to . explore this universe in a different way. it's very intimidating and idk if i have the skills to do it right but i'm also !! incredibly excited to get started with it

the ones who go on the road trip are james, reg, pandora, peter, marlene, barty and evan!! i'm toying with the idea of including one more character but . we'll see, depends on what they can do for the story. and all of them have their own selfish reasons to decide to play the left right game (in fact most of them have played it at least once before) and james is the one who's more at a disadvantage bc . even tho he's the one organising the trip and bringing all these ppl together . the only info he has is thanks to all the notes lily left behind. bc yes, he used to play with her, but since he can barely remember her, he has also forgotten about all the shit they did together

i can also tell you that reg's reasons to play are related to his brother, that pandora lies about hers from the very beginning and that evan is only there for his sister

and !! this is the opening line !!!

It doesn't matter where you choose to begin this story; it has always been about Lily Evans.

[wonusite]

thinking of another cheating!au but this time with cheol... being his kid's nanny/babysitter (and honestly more of a mother figure than their own mom even the kid has mistakenly called you mom a few times). his wife is often away because she clearly prioritizes traveling over her own family despite how much she says otherwise 🙄 but cheol grows smitten with you once he notices how well you take care of his child and it ends up leading to more <3 THIS IS GONNA BE LONG like his d— and this gave me brainrot

since his wife is almost always gone and his child is at school in the morning, he takes advantage of the times he gets left at home with you <3 taking you against every counter in his house but what gets him going the most is fucking you on the bed he's supposed to be sharing with someone else 🫣 he'd be lying if he said he never wished she'd come home to see how good you're being fucked

imagine, one night once you've put his kid to bed, you slip out of your normal clothes so you're only wearing the lingerie he bought for you and coming into his home office. he makes you straddle his thigh and tells you to get yourself off before anything else. once you do and there's a wet patch of your arousal on his pants, he praises you before pulling his already hard cock out and guiding you until he's fully buried inside you and your juices are dripping down his balls.

however, his phone's ringing interrupts the moment. you both look at it to see his wife's name and you answer it for him, whispering "your wife is calling, sir <3" before you put it on speaker and slowly begin moving on his dick. they exchange a few words but his voice is strained because your tight cunny is making it a challenge not to moan into the phone 🤭

after a while, she excitedly announces that she'll be coming home soon which leaves a bad taste in your mouth. he's about to reply but trails off when you grab his hand only to place it on your abdomen, where he can feel his cock's bulge. without thinking, he hangs up and sets it down in favor of pulling you to his chest and thrusting up into you hard. when you moan out that you want him to fill you up, to make you a mommy, that he could make you his wife instead, he swears he's never cum so hard in his life <3

also i'm looking very disrespectfully at your other anon's thots THEY'RE SO GOOD??? why they got me clenching

- 😈

y do u insist on hurting me like this :) also u guys have been feral and insatiable lately but i actually love it sm??? gawd let’s get into it.

you feel like you’re about to burst, making a mess all over your boss’s thigh as he continues to work. it’s frustrating bc u only want his cock to split you open and stretch you out, but you know he won’t allow it until you come on his thigh. which you do with a few more movements.

“fuck!” he groans as you tremble from your orgasm. “look at what a mess you’ve made, honey. such a dirty girl.”

atp he’s already got his cock put, pulling you up to tease you a bit with his throbbing tip. it’s cute how you whine. cheol will never get over you begging for his dick. slowly, he eases you down until he’s buried deep inside you. you’re still so wet that your arousal is dripping down to his balls, and he knows that you’re about to fuck like bunnies.

the familiar ringtone pulls you both out of your blissful state, and when you look over your shoulder you smirk. “it’s your wife, sir.” u say innocently before grabbing it and answering it.

cheol puts it on speaker bc u begin to ride him slowly, tight cunt gripping him and covering his cock with ur sweet cream. his hand go up to ur tits, pinching and pulling ur hard nipples. his wife is talking and he’s responding, but he can’t really remember any of the conversation. not when your head is thrown back so prettily with the cutest whimpers and moans quietly spilling from ur mouth.

“—early. so i’m on my way home!”

u always get possessive and jealous despite knowing that cheol isn’t ur husband. either way, you brattily whine and grab his large hand to guide it to ur stomach. cheol has to contain a growl when he literally feels how deep he is inside you, the bulge in your stomach more evident now that your movements slowed.

cheol doesn’t hesitate to hang up on his wife mid sentence in favor to pull you on to his chest and fuck up into you like a savage animal. the wet slapping sounds and ur filthy moans only turn him on and make him fuck you harder, not stopping until his leaking tip slams repeatedly into ur cervix.

“fuck, give me your cum.” you moan as his fat cock stretches you and hits your g spot. “fill me up and breed me. make me a mommy so you can make me your wife.”

seungcheol groans as you two come together, ur orgasm coating his dick as he empties his balls into you.

[hancydrewfan]

Reasons I Love SequinSmile-x, For Her Birthday

I occasionally can write a lil fic, but only when inspiration hits at exactly the right moment. So I have no gift fic for my bestie @sequinsmile-x. Instead, I offer a list of reasons I love her with my whole heart including several of my favourite fics of hers. (below the cut, because I got a lil carried away in her honour)

When Tomorrow Begins, the tragic and beautiful EPIC SAGA of one incredible AU with impeccable flashbacks. Vic had just posted chapter eight of the sequel, If Tomorrow Starts Without Me, when I discovered this series I think two years ago. It remains a favourite that I am always thinking about all the time, especially since its gutwrenching, tearjerking, perfect conclusion last year, and I have reread it at least twice.

Martha, the most perfect beautiful angel of a cat. I do not have a cat, but I have a collection of my friends’ cats that I consider my babies and I will one day meet Martha in person and officially give her all the pets she absolutely deserves.

Tequila Confessions, which I guess I accidentally gave some ideas for and then she kindly gifted it to me (the first of many, including two of three follow-ups to TC!). This fic never fails to make me laugh and cry from laughing and I cherish it for starting a long tradition of me being a doofus and Vic running with my doofusness to create magic. (Again, I apologize for Invasion. I was runnin’ my mouth, that’s on me.)

A shared love of Tim Hortons, despite us being located in different continents. I have had many text conversations with her while walking home from therapy with an iced cap or a french vanilla in my hands and Midnights playing in my ears. A truly comforting friend even though there are many thousands of miles between us. Also because she’s British she uses the beautiful U in favourite and colour and honour and it makes me SO HAPPY. (this entry is about Canada-UK relations lol)

Love You In The Dark, another iNcReDiBLe AU fic where our intrepid heroes find each other in 1963. I know she worked so hard to get the setting right, and it can be a challenge to nail the voice and actions of characters in an era so unlike their own, but she friggin’ nailed it with this one. And it was also completely terrorizing when chapters ended on horrific cliffhangers you absolute freak. Also the way she incorporates canon details in AU fics makes me weep every time!! AND when she makes little easter egg connections to her previous fics, omg. I love puzzles and consider myself to be the human embodiment of Nancy Drew, so these kind of connections and secrets thrill me to no end.

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW CREATIVE THIS GAL IS??????? Friggin. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve screamed at her for sending a header she’s designed for an upcoming fic. And the fake insta posts???? Like wtf. The way she captures their voices in FAKE SOCIAL MEDIA. Stop being so good at everything (please don’t stop you are my lifeblood).

The Way Home, which actually I can’t even speak about because I’m still upset about the last chapter, you evil little pillbug.

She is so fun and so funny and so kind and so giving to this little fandom! We have a rich collection of hotchniss reads thanks to an incredible amount of talented writers, but sorry this post is about Vic and she posts new chapters and one shots multiple times a week, totalling well over a million words on ao3, despite having like a job and friends and a life outside of the internet. I am in awe, always.

okay sorry i’ll stop embarrassing you. love you vic and happy birthday!!!!!!