#is so late but I really wanted to say something today

[bruhnze]

I hope i didn’t crush you

Summary: Ona says Lucy is not tall, Lucy didn't like that. Ona finds out there is more to Lucy's insecurity. (Idk actually, but something like that)

Warning: Mature content, sexual content

Please note that this is pure fiction!

Word count: 3522

Since the poll showed everyone likes these stories, i wrote another, idk how these other girlies do it cause i actually feel filthy after writing this, but ok, i like reading them too, i'll admit it, and with the lack of new ones i took it uppon myself to contribute, this is for all my Luna shippers!

I hope i didn’t crush you - Lucy y Ona

It was late in the afternoon, they had just gotten home from a busy day with morning training, treatment, then lunch with the team, in the afternoon they had done some media stuff, the team had to record videos for different companys and deals. After that they also had an meeting with the staff and Jonatan.

Now they were finally back home for siesta time.

‘’Pfft, that was tireing’’ Ona sighed as she flopped onto the couch.

‘’I know’’ Lucy said ‘But you also had some fun right’’.

‘’Yeah i had fun, you too it seemed, what are Lucia and you up too anyways?’’

Lucy laughed ‘’Corrales? .. Oh nothing, i think she is just like me when i was young, i’m trying to teach her some lessons, but today it was just banter really, she is jokes’’

‘’I love how you always involve everyone and make everyone feel at ease’’ Ona smiled ‘’But i haven’t seen you all day’’

Lucy now stopped with the thing she was doing, cleaning up some lost dog toys and putting them in the dog toy bin, and walked to the couch sitting next to Ona who was laying down with her head on a few pillows.

Ona smiled ‘’Hola bebé’’

‘’Puedo besarte?’’ (Can i kiss you?) Lucy said as she came closer.

‘’Mhm, siempre, especialmente si hablas español’’ (Mhm, always, especially when you talk to me in spanish) Ona sighed.

‘’Te gusta cuando te hablo en español?’’ (Do you like it when I speak Spanish to you?) Lucy leaned in to kiss Ona.

Ona grabbed Lucy by her shirt and tried to get Lucy on top of her. Lucy noticed and positioned herself lying between Ona's legs, holding herself up on her hands, still not breaking their kiss.

Lucy licked Ona’s lower lip en pulled it between her teeth, then she gave a few quick kisses on her mouth and went to Ona’s neck, kissing it softly.

Ona closed her eyes from the sensation and groaned while strangeling Lucy with her legs trying to get them closer to eachother.  ‘’Sometimes i feel like i can’t get close enough to you’’ Ona said ‘’I hate that we have to be in public so much, wish we could just stay in the house for a few days, i want to cuddle with you for hours’’

Lucy, who had now stopped with the neck kisses, held her face a bit away so she could look at Ona. ‘’aw baby, i wish that we could, i love cuddling with you also’’.

Lucy lowered herself and now completely laid on top of Ona, nudging her face in Ona’s neck.

They were laying there cuddled up for a while when Lucy started snoring softly, Ona had put her hands under Lucy’s shirt, scratching Lucy’s muscular back.

Ona took her right hand away from Lucys back and scratched Lucys neck now, at the part where her hair starts, below her bun.

Ona loved sleepy Lucy, with her being the supposed tougher more dominant person in the relationship, it was cute when Ona could cuddle Lucy for a change like the occasional moment when she was allowed to be the big spoon. And just like this moment now, where Lucy is completely relaxed and Ona got to play with her hair.

After some time Lucy seemed to wake up, groaning lightly against Ona’s skin.

‘’Good sleep?’’ Ona asked.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy got a bit more awake, ‘oh, i hope i didn’t crush you’’ pushing herself up.

‘’no, stay’’ Ona hugging her legs tighter around Lucy ‘’you can’t crush me, i’m very sturdy and you’re basically the same size as me anyways’’.

Now Lucy was fully and wide awake. ‘’Pardon’’

‘huh’ Ona said innocently.

‘’Oh i thought i heard a pretty little lady say something completely ridiculous’’ Lucy said, now getting up.

Ona laughed ‘’6 cm is not very much Lucy’’

‘’Oh yeah, for double that i’ve gotten you moaning like there was no tomorrow though’’ Lucy scoffed.

Ona blushed ‘’Luce, im just joking’’ Ona sat up and squeezed Lucy’s bicep. ‘’But i like the sound of that’’.

‘’Yeah i bet you do, don’t know if you deserve it now, do you?’’ Lucy said in a teasing voice.

Ona now got behind Lucy who was sitting on the edge of the sofa and massaged her shoulders, and wispered in Lucy’s ear ‘’My tall strong muscular and beatifull girlfriend doesn’t want to have her way with me?’’

Lucy whimpered. She took Ona’s hands a pulled them infront of her, so Ona’s arms were now around her and Ona put her legs around Lucy instinctively. Lucy stood up easily and walked them too the bedroom.

At the bed she dropped Ona on from her back onto the bed, resulting in a laugh from Ona.

‘’Do you think this is funny?’’ Lucy scoffed

‘’Ah Luce, you’re too easily offended’’ Ona laughed.

‘’Oh yeah, lets see how long you can continue your jokes’’ -Lucy

Lucy pulled her shirt off and got on the ground to do some push-ups, then she did some sit-ups.

Ona stared at the women, what the actual fuck, she thought by herself, what is she doing.

After a few more exercises there were beads of sweat on Lucy’s back.

Ona was enjoying the sight from her place, now sitting up on the bed.

Lucy walked over to the other side of the room, getting up the spin bike, which had actually become more of a decor lately rather than Lucy used it, like she frequently did last year to get some extra cardio in.

Lucy was pedalling fast now, breathing heavy, sweat on her forehead.

Ona had no clue what Lucy was trying to do but she did know that the view of Lucy’s abs was something she didn’t mind at all, she actually got turned on by it. And with the sweat and grunting it was an erotic sight really.

Ona shifted and now sat with her back against the headboard of the bed. Eyes staying on Lucy.

Lucy was sitting in her shorts and sportsbra on the bike, after 15 minutes she thought it was enough and walked to the bathroom, she walked in and left the door completely open, knowing Ona could see into the bathroom from the place she was sitting on the bed.

Lucy discarded of her clothes and leisurely threw them into the laundry basket. She took her time, now naked, to walk back in to the room to grab a towel from the closet, knowing full well there were still some in the cabinet in the bathroom.

She felt Ona’s eyes following her every move but she didn’t budge.

Walking back to the shower she glanced over at the bed, she didn’t know if she was seeing it right, so she stood still and took a good look.

Ona got red, removing her hand from her pants.

‘’No, go on then’’ Lucy said ‘’I don’t want to disturb you’’

‘’Luce’’ Ona said with a husk voice ‘’I need you-‘’

‘’Nah, it seems you have everything under control baby, you don’t need me’’ Lucy said, now getting closer to the bed.

‘’I want you’’ Ona tried again.

Lucy laughed ‘’Yeah, but naughty girls don’t get what they want, do they’’

‘’no’’ Ona admitted ‘’I wanna be a good girl for you Lucy’’

Lucy smiled on the inside, and was satisfied with the state Ona was in now. ‘’undress’’ she said calmly.

Ona quickly did so and sat back again, looking at Lucy with doe eyes, waiting for the next order.

Lucy looked at Ona’s body, she was really beautifull, the freckles, which she had all kissed one by one, the muscles, the veins. Ona was sculpted by the gods, her face was so pretty that even on a bad day Ona looked flawless in every picture that was taken of her.

Lucy’s eyes scanning her body made Ona weak, the lust and also love that she saw in Lucy’s eyes made her wanting Lucy close, she needed Lucy’s touch.

Lucy gathered her thoughts and focussed back on what she was doing. She was still stood next too the bed, naked.

She walked to the empty side of the bed and laid down, prompting her pillow up a bit and putting her hands behind her head, she spoke again ‘’Lets see what that pretty little mouth of you can do then, besides spouting nonsense’’.

Ona got up, this was not a punishment for her, she loved tasting Lucy. She got inbetween Lucy’s legs and kissed the insides of her tighs before slowely working her way to Lucy’s centre.

Lucy looked down at Ona’s head between her legs, seeing Ona’s butt stick up in the air behind it. ‘Damn’ Lucy mumbled.

Ona heard it but didn’t look up, she was orderd to make use of her mouth, so she was gonna do just that.

Licking and sucking Lucy’s sex she felt the woman getting closer, she now entered Lucy with her tongue, resulting her nose to rub against Lucy’s clit.  

Lucy groaned. A bit more stimulance from Ona caused her to climax. She rested her head back on the pillow while Ona lapped a few more times at her folds.

Ona kissed Lucy’s thighs and sat up, now waiting for a next command.

‘’Think i’m going for a shower’’ Lucy spoke up.

Ona looked at her with disbelieve, she put her hands on Lucy’s legs. ‘’No’’.

‘’No what?’’ Lucy smirked ‘’Seemed like you had things covered earlier, i’ll just let you to it’’.

‘’Lucy’’ Ona sounded desperate now ‘’i-

‘’Okay then’’ Lucy said and got up ‘’I’ll help you out, maybe i can fuck some sense into you’’.

Ona nodded, happy she was gonna get something but unsure about what Lucy meant by that. Looking at Lucy going trough their drawer.

Lucy turned back to her now wearing a strapon, Ona got even more wet from the sight, she laid back and parted her legs.

‘’No’’ said Lucy ‘’turn around, get up’’ while lathering up the plastic cock with lube.

Ona did what Lucy said, and got on her hands and knees, with her back turned to Lucy.

Lucy ran her fingers through ona’s folds. ‘’Yeah that’s what i thought’’ she grunted ‘’You’re so wet for me, you love this shit’’.

Ona whimpered and shuffled a bit more towards Lucy, now feeling the strap against her.

Lucy didn’t waste a second and pushed inside, earning a moan from Ona. She put it in completely, her hips now connected with Ona’s butt.

Lucy first thrusted slowely and then graduadly worked to a good rhythm, she slapped Ona’s perfect looking butt, earning another loud moan. She grabbed Ona rough and held her steady whilst fucking her, filthy sounds filling the room.

Ona felt really good but she needed more, she wanted Lucy to reach around and circle her clit for her, but in this mood Lucy would probably not do that for her. She reached down herself.

Lucy noticed and grabbed her wrist, pulling it behind her back, Ona nearly lost her balance, now resting on only one arm.

‘’what do you think you’re doing’’ Lucy said into Ona’s ear, she kissed down Ona’s back and slowly stopped thrusting, then she pulled out. ‘’Do you want to do it yourself again’’ she flopped onto the bed and sat against the headboard.

Ona looked at her trying to get what she should do next.

Lucy patted her lap. ‘’Come on, show me how good you can make yourself get off then’’

Ona smirked and climed up on Lucy, lowering herself on to the strap. She moaned, throwing her head back and closed her eyes.

‘’Look me in my eyes bub’’ Lucy said.

Ona listened and couldn’t help but hear a desperate tone in Lucy’s voice. Was she as riled up as her right now?, Ona asked herself.

Ona was now riding Lucy, holding herself up with her hands on the headboard, Lucy´s had put her hands on Ona´s hips lightly, not helping her, just resting there.

Lucy was loving this view, a moaning Ona grinding on her lap, she saw Ona getting closer ´´touch yourself baby´´

With her right hand Ona reached down to provide just the last bit that pushed her over the edge.

She hid her face in Lucy´s neck and called out ´´Luce´´

Now Lucy held Ona´s hips more firmly, helping her ride her through her high slowly.

´´ Quiero que me folles ahora Ona´´ (I want you to fuck me now Ona) Lucy wispered shyly.

Ona was brought back to reality immediately by those words. This was not usual at all, the strapon was only worn by Lucy until now.

‘’If you would want to do that too ofcourse’’ Lucy added even more quietly then her last words.

Ona crawelled of Lucy and nodded eagerly, ‘’ofcourse Luce, i just didn’t know that was something you were interested in’’

‘’I just hadn’t thought about it really’’ Lucy said ‘’But a few days ago i had a dream about you, where we did that and ever since then i can’t get it out of my head’’.

Ona was now grinning wide ‘’You dream about me huh?’’

Lucy blushed and playfully pushed Ona ‘’Yes sometimes’’ ‘’But it’s your own fault, you’re just too hot’’.

‘’Bueno’’ Ona said, walking to the drawer ‘’maybe we should use this one first then’’ holding up their smallest piece of the collection.

‘’mhm’’ Lucy nodded ‘’have you done this before?’’

‘’Yeah i have, but it was a long time ago so we’ll just go really slow for the both of us’’  ‘’Have you done this before?’’ Ona asked.

Lucy looked away, getting even more embarrassed ‘’No not like this, but.. penetration in general… yes…’’  

Ona laughed, ‘’I know’’ she waved her fingers demonstratively.

Lucy now laughed aswell ‘yeah but i mean with a toy, but that was really long ago and it happend like 3 times’’.

Ona got closer to Lucy, taking of the harness from Lucy, Lucy lifting her butt from the bed. Ona asked Lucy ‘’Why? Didn’t you like it?’’

Lucy anwsered without looking at Ona, ‘’yeah i kinda did, but i felt a bit vulnerable and the person i was with didn’t help with that, so i never tried anymore really’’.

Ona now cupped Lucy’s chin. ‘’I’m sorry baby’’ and kissed Lucy. ‘’We can just have the same rules that we use for me’’.

Because Ona liked it a bith more rough in the bedroom, the couple had spoken about their boundries extensively. For Lucy it had took some getting used to before she fully owned the dominant role with saying the sometimes even degrading comments that really got Ona going.

But in this stage of their relationship they were having a very good dynamic in the bedroom, she had become more confident and all Ona's needs were met, Lucy’s too, but recently these thoughts had started to arise, and only because she felt so comfortable with Ona, Lucy had dared to bring it up.

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy smiled ‘’That is good’’

Ona was putting on the harness and walked to the bathroom were she threw the attached dildo in the sink and now put the smaller one in the harness.

Lucy was watching her every move, feeling nervous but also turned on.

Ona walked back to the bed and asked Lucy ‘’have you thought about how you-

‘’Come here’’ Lucy said streching her hands to Ona. Ona climed up on the bed and kneeled inbetween Lucy’s legs, she reached over Lucy to the nightstand and got the bottle of lube and put some on the rubber dick.

Lucy watched her and parted her legs slightly more.

Ona turned to face Lucy and carefully studied her face, she saw expectation but also a little bit of hesitancy. She kissed Lucy softly and wispered, ‘’Just talk to me baby, if you want to stop, we stop’’

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy nodded ‘’thank you Ona’’ and kissed her back.

Ona guided the strap with her hand between Lucy’s folds, she rubbed a few times up and down. Still looking a Lucy, Lucy gave a small nod. And then Ona slowly put the head in, watching Lucy’s reaction.

Lucy whimpered and closed her eyes.

Ona slowely put it in completely, she lowered herself more to Lucy and started thrusting slowly, her breast now brushing against Lucy with every thrust.

Ona couldn’t say that she hadn’t thought about this happening, but she didn't want to get carried away on this first time, especially not after what Lucy had just told her, so she steadily kept to a nice pace and focussed on making Lucy feel good.

Lucy was moaning now, she’d opened up her legs a bit more so Ona could get closer to her and tried to reach Ona’s hips to pull her closer.

Ona kissed Lucy’s neck, wispering ‘’Do you want try and ride me now?’’

Lucy groaned ‘’mmh’’

Ona smiled softly ‘okay i am gonna pull out now’’

Lucy whimpered at the loss, and got up on her knees. Ona sat in the middele of the bed with her back against the headboard, Lucy already climbing on top of her. She held Lucy’s hips while Lucy guided herself onto the strap again.

Lucy was now in control of the pace herself, going a bit faster she hid her face in Ona’s neck.

Ona reached one of her hand between their bodies and started stimulating Lucy´s clit giving pressure so Lucy was grinding against her thumb.

Lucy was now panting heavily and her rhythm became even faster, Ona could tell she was getting close ´´You´re doing so good Lucia, come for me buba´´

With this praise Lucy got pushed over the edge, with a few more up and downs and she came hard. She cried out a moan in Ona´s neck, after a few seconds she got off the the strap and sat on one of Ona thighs, placing her head in the nook of Ona´s neck again.

Ona positioned them so they were more laying down now, rather than sitting up like before. She started tracing Lucy´s back with her nails lightly and with one hand she went back to the hairs in Lucy´s neck, like she had done earlier this afternoon.

They layed there for a few minutes when Ona felt Lucy kissing her neck.

´’Did- ‘’Tha-

They spoke at the same time and chuckeled.

‘’You talk baby’’ Ona said.

‘’No, you, what did you want to say’’ -Lucy

‘’I wanted to ask, Did you like it, Did it feel good?’’

She felt Lucy smile against her skin ‘’yeah, it felt really good’’

Ona smiled, ‘’ i’m glad Luce, now what did you want to say?’’

‘’Ah nevermind, it was nothing’’ Lucy kissed Ona’s neck and pushed herself up a bit to face Ona ‘’i love you’’.

Ona’s face became soft ‘’Luce, i hope you feel that you can say anything to me’’. Only now she noticed Lucy’s watery eyes. ‘’heyyy baby, what’s up’’ pulling Lucy’s head to her chest ‘’tell me, you don’t have to look at me while telling’’.

Lucy sniffed her nose, ‘’No, it is positive Ona’’ ‘’initialy i wanted to say thank you, but that is maybe a bit weird, but what i mean by it is thanks for making me feel so safe, i felt as though i could let go completely, honestly i have never experienced a orgasm like this one, it was such a different feeling, very nice’’.

Ona caressed Lucy’s head, ‘’i’m glad baby, maybe we can do it more often like this?’’

Lucy looked at Ona, wanting to read her face, ‘’Did you like it aswell?’’

Ona grinned ‘’yes, very much, it was even hotter than i had imagined’’

‘’Did you imagine this?’’ Lucy questioned

Ona spoke softly, ‘’Yeah i did, i mean i love being on the receiving end, but there is something about using the strap on someone else, it’s hot, but i had just assumed you weren’t up for it, we should’ve talked about it, because i had liked to know that you had these bad experiences before Luce, then we could’ve talked about that’’

‘’Not just this’’ Ona said while pointing between her legs ‘’but also other things, trust is very important in the bedroom’’. ‘’I hate that you didn’t always have that’’

Lucy grabbed Ona’s hand and laced their fingers. ‘’I love you’’ she said once more.

‘’Do you want to tell me about it’’ Ona asked

Lucy smiled softly ‘’I actually discussed it with my therapist also, so you don’t have to worry that i was bottling it up, what do want to know, or should i just tell you the whole story’’

‘’Yeah tell me everything’’ Ona pressed a kiss on Lucy’s head that was laying on her chest ‘’tell me it all love’’.

‘’Okay but the subject contains information about exes and i don’t want you to spite them.. , so maybe i’ll leave out the names?’’ -Lucy

‘’Why, i wont do anything, i don’t even know your exes, only one’’ Ona questioned,

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy sighed, ‘’That’s true, okay i’ll start from the beginning….

[erwinsvow]

ive been rereading ur bitchy reader stuffs n pleek do more of the pope cameo.. HER SAYING DICK APPT WHEN RAFE COMPLAINED ABT HER HAVING POPES NUMBER MADE ME GIGGLE OUT LOUD pretty please give us more of them 🤲

i imagine her being pissed off at rafe so she keeps giving him the cold shoulder and when he asks something she’d just go “maybe i should’ve gone to heywards instead he wont treat me like this 🙄” BUT ITS SO FUNNY KNOWING SHE DOESNT LIKE POGUES !!!!

LMFAOOO THIS IS KILLING ME!! one thing about my readers, their secret pogue crush is always gonna be pope <3

one thing you had in common with rafe—despite the glaring differences that were so hard to ignore—was that you both didn't care much for pogues.

that was putting it lightly, rafe despised them and you just didn't like them. but some were more tolerable than others—for example, the maybank boy who seemed to you the equivalent of a toddler with sticky hands versus pope heyward, who used to tutor in math. you don't know why or how they're friends, just that you like pope enough to be friendly, or rather polite, and you definitely don't like maybank enough to even think about him.

rafe didn't like any of them, and you didn't really care. you weren't in the habit of defending pogues, and certainly not when you were constantly trying to remind sarah to stay away from them, even though she never listened.

but seeing how angry rafe seemed to get at the mere mention was enough to give you some ideas. when you had jokingly—although now you remember you hadn't really ever clarified—said that you had pope's number because of dick appointments, rafe had gotten so angry it had resulted in the best sex of your life.

you were curious to know what else you could get out of it. unfortunately, your curiosity didn't last for very long. rafe pissed you off just as much as you pissed him off, and though these thoughts were often in one ear and out the other for you.

like today. you had been waiting for twenty whole minutes at the club for rafe, who had insisted he would be on time even though you knew he would probably run late since he was coming from barry's—all the way across town.

all he had to do was admit it, and you would have come later, but instead he had told you to show up at noon and that he wasn't going to be late.

normally you would show up at half past and just tell him to fuck off, but if he really was on time you would never hear the end of it. so you showed up on time and waited... and waited.

rafe finally shows up about forty minutes later, and you stare at him with your signature look—eyes rolling back, an i-told-you-so expression with arms crossed. you could make it more withering if you wanted, but right now you just wanted to hear rafe admit he was wrong.

"shut the fuck up," he says, taking a seat the table. your half drunken diet coke has left a ring of condensation, and you move the cup towards you, wondering how you'd become the kind of girl that waits forty minutes for a guy to show up.

"first of all, i didn't even say anything. second of all, you shut the fuck up. i'm the one who was forty-fucking-minutes late."

"it took longer-"

"longer than you thought? yeah, i said that. yesteday."

"well m'here now, so just order."

you huff, scanning the menu and not sure exactly what retort to use. instead you settle for shutting up entirely, not speaking to rafe the entire time. the waitress comes and goes, the food comes and goes, and you look up when rafe speaks but don't say anything back.

rafe thinks you'll give it up once lunch is over, but you grew up in a household where an hour of silent treatment is child's play. so the car ride to tannyhill, throughout the movie you put on and when you walk away to make popcorn, you haven't said a word.

while the movie credits roll, you look down at your phone, waiting for your apology and deciding when to leave if you don't get it.

"are you seriously gonna ignore me the entire day?"

you stare at rafe, not answering. this is your withering look.

"fine, princess. your choice," rafe shrugs. "finally got you to shut up for once."

you take a moment for his words to really hit you. like any other girl in the world, that comment from your boyfriend hurts a little. it even stings. you don't like the words in the air and you can even tell it left a bitter taste in rafe's mouth. he looks like he's just realizing he overstepped a little. then, for the first time since you saw rafe that day, you speak.

"you know, it's a good thing i didn't delete heyward's number from my phone. times like this i realize how handy it can be."

"what the fuck is th-"

"i mean, really, rafe. even these pogues you hate so much would treat me better than you do. i should go call him up now-"

"okay, princess i get it-"

"bet he'd probably fuck me better than-"

"okay, enough. jesus, i get it. m'sorry, okay? can you knock it off now?"

"i'm not knocking anything off. and you can go fuck yourself if you can't apologize for a little thing like being late-"

"i'm sorry, okay? now can you stop talking about pope fuckin' heyward?" you huff, finally a little pleased he apologized.

"thank you. was that so hard?"

"oh shut up-"

"you shut up. and don't be late again. or i'll show you fuckin' heyward-"

"enough!"

[luvrdrop]

# “ WATCH YOU “ !!

ft. izana kurokawa x afab! reader smut

synop: izana had seen you walking and became infatuated with you to say the least, but when you get home late once night and have a surprise waiting.. what will you do?

cont: stalking! dub-con! pussy eating ( with panties on as well ) , cursing, reader passing out during sex, izana still fucks her, forced eye contact , spanking, squirting, reader submits to izana because she is affection deprived! , no clear aftercare!,

it really wasn’t supposed to go this far. he swears it wasn’t. he had seen you walking down the street from your house heading to what he guessed to be a small convenience store down the street. he layed eyes on you and that’s when he felt it, that burning in his chest. you were beautiful, once it started he couldn’t stop it.

5:47 pm

“ yeah, kenny.. “ you responded to your best friend over the phone, as you heard him walking into his home. you were down the street from your own home, you had a car but you liked walking. you walked almost everywhere. once you made it your apartment, you opened your mailbox and you instantly freaked out. “ what the actual fuck… ? “ you whispered to yourself. “ what’s wrong, y/n? “ draken had asked you, hearing your distraught curse. “ nothing, i seen something, i’m just tired. “ you said, lying. you were actually freaking out because for the past three days, you had been getting really weird mail in your box. the first day it was a love letter, you were scared to open it because you didn’t have any clue what it might have said. the second day, it was a box of chocolate. and now today, the roses.. a very pretty bright bouquet of red roses.

when you got in your apartment, you locked your door. and headed to your kitchen, laying the roses onto the counter. you lived alone, and you only knew a handful of people.. so who would be sending you roses? and why? you had been getting this feeling that you may have been being watched but you brushed it off, blaming it on the few scary movies you had watched with your homeboys recently. but now it was getting a little weird. “ y/n? “ you heard your friend call your name. you were zoned out and he had been calling out for you. “ oh, my bad. what’s up kenny? “ you asked while heading to your room. he chuckled, “ are you still coming to the meeting tomorrow? “ he reminded you that you had made plans to go to the meeting tomorrow, but now, you were a bit paranoid to go anywhere. “ i’ll see if i finish this work up in time, i’ll pull through. hey kenny, i’ll call you right back. “

pulling your headphone out of your ear, you took a deep breath. “ what is really going on? “ you asked yourself. was there really someone stalking you.. watching you? the thought was terrifying. you had never been through anything like that before. and what could help you figure it out…wait, the letter. maybe it can give you some type of lead on who was sending all that shit to your house. you went to the living room and looked on the tv stand seeing the cream colored envelope with the red heart on it. you open it and read the paper that was inside.

“ hello, i just want to tell you how stunningly beautiful and perfect you are. i hope i get to see you soon, mahal. “

your eye twitched as you read the words on the paper, “ mahal? “ what even did that mean? who wrote you this? it was no help at all, you were still as lost as before if not even more. you sighed, placing the letter back in the envelope and putting it right back where you had it. you decided to leave it alone for tonight, making you way back to your room grabbing your laptop. your work would keep the fear off your back. little did you know, while you were working with music blasting inside your ears from your earbuds, deep purple eyes lurked from the left side of your bedroom window, watching you very quietly and closely. this went on for hours until you fell asleep with your laptop right open.

you woke up the next morning, jumping out of your sleep with a gasp. you were trying to catch your breath, snatching the earbuds out and placing your hands on your chest. “ what the hell.. “ you coughed out, you had a dream where you were running down a dark street, pitch black almost hearing something chasing you with this.. evil laugh. you shook your head, trying to dissipate the sound out of your head. looking over, you see the clock it was 11:35 am. you had worked hard on your work last night and only had one more paragraph to do so you decided that you’d get up and go to the meeting with your friends. your friends were in a huge gang, once they realized how lonesome you were, they started inviting you to hang out with them after the meetings.

you grabbed your phone, dialing your bestfriend’s number. once he answered you placed him on speaker and sat the phone down, yawning while grabbing your toothbrush. “ good morning kenny.. “ you said, you and draken, or kenny as you called were very close. you met by quite literally bumping into him getting off the train one day in town. he was really sweet about it, he ended up bumping you again that same exact day in a convenience store. you two were inseparable ever since then, he grunted very sleepily “ good morning y/n.. “ he was falling back asleep, you furrowed your brows before questioning him, “ why aren’t you awake? you know i’ll be over there soon right? “ she finishes up brushing her teeth and washing her face. “ mhm.. i’ll be up.. “ you rolled your eyes, hearing the lies in his words.

after around an hour or so, you were showered, dressed, and ready to go to draken’s house. you were gonna walk to his house and ride to the meeting with him. he lived around ten minutes away, so you didn’t mind making that small trip. once you had everything you made your way out the door, something in you ushering to open the mailbox and check. you did and there was nothing. “ hm.. that’s not a bad thing i guess “ you closed it back and placed your hands in your pockets , en route to draken’s apartment. you only had one earbud in so you could still hear what was going on around you. the walk seemed kind of quick, you were already a block away from draken’s place. you picked up your pace to hurry and make it there an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

stupid little you, you had no clue that a white haired boy was walking right behind you. he was on the same foot as you, loving slower though. he wasn’t exactly doing anything, just walking behind. catching your sweet scent as the wind blew it right into his direction. he wanted to just hold you in his arms, never letting you go.. but he knew that sooner or later, you’d be his. he wasn’t too sure on how yet, but surely, you would belong to him. completely.

you knocked on draken’s door, and he opened it almost instantly making you jump a little bit. he noticed and frowned a little. “ you good, y/n? you made it fast, cmon. “ he let you in. and you nodded, “ m’ fine. i was zoned out. “ you answered. your friend was grabbing his keys and turned to you. “ you want anything before we head out? “ you shook your head, “ nah i’m good. “ he nodded before grabbing his toman jacket, tossing it to you. “ i can wear it? “ you looked up at him. “ nah, put it on your head. “ you slapped his arm, and put the jacket on over your tshirt. “ cmon. “ before you knew it, you were on the back of his motorbike, holding onto him so you didn’t fall or jump too much. the rides with draken were always fun, quiet but super fun.

once you made it to the building, you seen all your homeboys, they all said hey to you, waving and some of them coming up and hugging you. it started with baji, then kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu, and the rest just stood around talking to you. “ where’s manjiro? “ you asked right before you heard the familiar voice. “ is that y/n? “ you smiled, before looking at your friend. “ hi, mikey. “ you laughed before walking up to him and nudging him. “ what’s up? you came to chill? “ he tilted his head. you nodded. after a while, the meeting started and you were sitting watching, the boys always handled what they needed to and then it was time to have fun. everyone stood around talking and having drinks, some eating some food. you found yourself standing in the corner with mikey, talking to him.

your intuition was nothing you ignored, so when your gut told you to ask this question. you did with no hesitation. “ mikey, do you know what.. mahal means? “ he turned his head , laughing. “ mahal? “ he repeated, sounding a bit more different than how you said it. “ that’s tagalog.. it means love. where’d you hear that? “ he’s curious now, but your heart sank when he explained. whoever wrote that note called you love.. in another language. you pretended like it was nothing and you just heard it somewhere but it was actually starting to freak you out. you decided to just have a good time and you would handle it later.

after about two and a half hours it was time to go, draken dropped you off at your house, you hopped off the bike and waved at him. “ bye kenny!! call me tomorrow!! “ you opened the door, slipping through it and closing it, you turned and locked the door. as soon as you started to turn around you felt a hot, very hot body against your own, it happened in the matter of seconds. a hand pressed agains your mouth, and your back pressed against what felt like a chest. the shriek you let out was loud, you started to panic. “ mahal.. “ you heard that damned word again from what sounded to be a male. you felt tears pool in your eyes and run down your face falling towards his hand. “ why are you crying.. “ he asked. you didn’t say anything, not that you could with his hand pressed against your lips.

how did he even get in here.. did you forget to lock the door or something? “ i’m not gonna hurt you.. i promise. “ he said sweetly, pressing his tongue flat against the shell of your ear, giving it a lick. you shivered at feeling.. he was strong so you didn’t bother to fight, thinking he’d possibly kill you if you tried to fight. “ mahal.. i just wanna make you feel good.. feel special. “ his body pressed more against yours, pressing you up against your own door. he licked and sucked at the skin under your ear, softly nibbling on you. you’re weak attempts to push him eventually, stopped as the feeling he gave you started to feel.. good. it was crazy. you had no idea who this was on what he looked like. “ i’m gonna move my hand.. if you scream.. i’m going to hurt you. okay? “ he snatched your head back to lean on his shoulder roughly. “ i asked you something.. “ your eyes closed as tears still fell from them. you were helpless against this man. you just nodded, letting out a small whimper. his hand found it’s way to your throat. “ s’good.. you smell amazing, baby.. mahal ko ito (i love it) “ you were still confused on why he was doing this if he didn’t even know you.

he ended up leading you to your own room and that scared you even more, he had to have been here way before you got back home to know his way through the house. he bends you over on your own bed. you cried out, “ please.. listen i don’t know why you’re doing this but i- ah! “ you shouted when you felt a stinging pain on your ass, “ i told you not to scream.. “ you feel him get even closer, he whispers in your ear, “ only i can hear you, mahal.. stop being so bad. i don’t wanna have to keep spanking you. “ he spoke very softly, but you could tell he was serious. he started to remove your pants and you cried softly, “ please.. “ you begged. he ignored your pleas and cries, sliding his arms under your thighs, flipping you over. and there he was.

those same purple eyes that watched you for three weeks, walking up and down your street, the eyes that watched you do your work and carelessly fall asleep with your laptop open, the eyes that watched you from aisles down at the convience store were now staring you back into yours. he was… beautiful. his made your breathing start to even out a little. the tears still sitting on the edge of your eyes as you watched every detail about him, he smirked. “ oh, stop looking at me like that.. you look like a sad kitten.. cmere. “ he pulled you closer by your thighs, you clenched your thighs together when he did so, but that earned you a fat red mark on your thigh. “ don’t. “ he wasn’t even looking at you at this point. his eyes were now focused on the way your panties were soaked, the darker spot covering the whole area of your pussy.

his white hair stuck to his forehead, he was sweating at this point, the way you twitched and grabbed at him but failed because of the grip he hand on your wrist, all you could do was cry out and whine. he was licking and sucking at your clit through your panties, watching you squirm and quiver at his actions. “ mahal.. you taste so sweet.. what’s wrong? “ he rubbed his thumb against your wrist in a soothing way, “ i won’t stop.. won’t stop until you pass out. promise. “ he smiled as he said it, lifting your panties from your pussy, he gave it a long lick, before placing his right hand down your abdomen, rubbing at your clit with his thumb, he was still watching you. “ you like it? “ he whispered, “ gusto mo ba? hm? (do you like it? hm?) “ he asked and you nodded your head .. “ yes.. “ izana laughed once again, finding it oh, so funny. he placed his lips around your clit once again. you almost screamed, but you remembered he told you not to. you heard the zipper of his pants coming down and you looked down, but he started to push you up and down, your hips making him switch from licking your clit and going into the cavern of your sex. this alone made you squirt all over his face.. he loved it. “ fuck.. you’re so dirty, baby.. “ he stood up and leaned over you, face wet with all of your essence, his earrings dangling over you as well. you looked down before he grabbed you by your throat once again, squeezing slightly.

“ look at me, mahal.. i’m right here.. “ you looked at him and before you could say anything, you felt his tip slowly entering your pussy. “ wait- oh shit- “ you heaved out. “ ah.. you have a potty mouth, baby.. hush.. “ he kisses your cheek, as he bottomed out into you, releasing one of the intoxicating moans in your ear. “ fuck- masikip.. (it’s tight..) “ izana groaned.. he pushed until his stomach was flat against yours, and he didn’t waste time either. he went fast, incredibly fast. “ f-fuckfuckfuck- “ you tried not to scream, izana was in your ear, moaning saying all types of lewd things both in english, and his native tongue. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he chuckled in your ear before tapping the side of your face. “ wake up.. “ he kept going, not letting up or slowing down his speed. “ ah- baby.. i’m gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like this.. fuck.. “ izana started to squeeze your throat. “ i’m c-cumming!! oh god.. i’m cumming.. “ at this point your legs were in the air.. you chocked out that you were close and you came, you came everywhere. your juices leaking all over him, and yourself but he kept going even after you came, you gripped the back of your thighs, mouth hanging open and breath short. your head started to spin at this point.. you were at a lost of words for not only how he was fucking you. you still didn’t even know his name and he was fucking you like this.

this was about to be your third orgasm, you choked out again, “ fuck.. p-please… “ and izana looked down at you. “ what is it.. mahal? “ he spoke into your skin.. he was still fucking deep into you, what you didn’t know is that he had came once before as well, he never stopped fucking into you, the mixture leaking and pouring out of your hole as he choked you, fucking his load deep into you trying to bust another. “ please i- “ you felt your conscious lose you.. you passed out, legs and arms falling, that didn’t stop izana.. he kept fucking you until he came. he pulled out watching the milky white seed drip and pool from his cock and onto your tummy.

it took izana 10 minutes to clean you up, and place you under your sheets. he cleaned himself up as well, leaning down over you once he was dressed. “ i’ll see you soon, mahal. “ he kissed her forehead and disappeared into the night.

you woke up the next day with a banging headache. “ what the fuck.. “ you sat up wiping your eyes, you thought it all was a dream until you looked down and seen your pants were off.. and you seen another note right beside you.. you opened it, reading..

“ i loved make you feel so good, mahal. - izana. <3 “

…. izana was his name.

kai:3- this was really fun to write i can’t lie xxx, i don’t really know toooo tooo much about izana, he’s such a cutie patootie though i really had fun writing for him!! i’ll def write for him again!! i think i’m going to do a chifuyu smut next, ( chifuyu & rindou have been melting my brain:333) buttt this was my second ask & dedicated to @yourefavsakura !! i really hope you enjoy this<3

©️luvrdrop <3 reblogs are appreciated!!

( not proofread!! )

[intoxicating-goddess]

TW - r@pe, forced @nal, forced breeding, degradation, victim blaming

I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and there's this thing I like to do sometimes. I'll put in a butt plug, find the smuttiest audio book I can, and go for a walk. It's exhilarating doing something so filthy in front of so many people without them even knowing. Today, I went on one of these little walks, except it wasn't very little. I was so engrossed by how hot the book was that I walked a little too far. It was starting to get dark when I finally realized I needed to start heading home. I didn't live in the best part of town. It wasn't the safest to be out alone at night. I turned off my book and briskly started back. The fastest way home had a shortcut through an alleyway. When I got to the entrance of it, I looked down. It was pretty dark, but taking this way would mean I'd be home safe quicker. I looked around me, and after seeing no one, I darted into the alleyway. I picked up the pace a bit. The faster I got home, the better. When I was about halfway through the alley, I saw you coming towards me. It's dark it's hard to make out your features, but I can tell by the silhouette that you're a man. I feel my heart leap into my throat. Just look down, move quickly, and don't engage, I think to myself.

"Well, hello there!" you say in a friendly tone. I keep moving, pretending not to hear you. Despite the wide birth I give you as we pass, you close the distance by reaching out and grabbing my arm.

"I said hello," you say, more firm this time, "it's only polite to say hello back."

"Please let go of me," I say, attempting to shrug off your hand.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out so late? You a hooker?" you ask, looking me up and down.

"No," I say, "just leave me alone." I attempt to move away again, but your grip tightens, and you move towards me.

"That's too bad, cause I'd love to buy your services, what do ya say?" You wrap your other arm around me and firmly squeeze my ass cheek.

"Get off!" I shout as I push you away from me. You're deceivingly strong, and you hold me in place as I struggle.

"Come on baby, I know you want it. Why else would you be out here so late? Just let me fuck you."

"Get off of me!" I shout again, struggling against you. The next thing I know, you have both your arms around me and are wrestling me to the ground. I'm fighting you with all my strength, but it's no use. In a matter of seconds, I'm lying face down in the dirt. One hand holding my arms behind my back and the other pulling down my pants and underwear. That's when you notice the butt plug.

"See," you said, pushing on the plug and wiggling it side to side, "you're a filthy little whore who walks around at night just waiting to be fucked." With that statement you plug your length inside me. Its slips in easily, as I'm drenched from earlier. I scream, half out of disgust, half out of shock. The fact that my rapist's cock could feel so good is alarming.

"If you didnt want to be fucked, then why is your pussy so wet for me?" You ram yourself inside, seeming to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. I am overcome with shame about how good it feels. I can feel my body betraying me, cumming as my pussy is used against my will... You pull out abruptly and I try to catch my breath, wondering if it's over.

You lean overtop of my panting body and whisper in my ear, "Now to give you what you really want". The next thing I know, you rip the plug from my ass. I let out a shriek from the unexpected discomfort.

"Please, no" I beg you, "I've only used plugs before, it's too big."

"Don't be silly, of course you want my cock in your ass. Why else would you be using plugs?" I can feel the head of your cock sliding up and down across my opening. "Plugs help you prepare for the real thing. If anything, I'm helping you," and with that you begin to push your hard member into my asshole.

I scream, "It hurts! Take it out! Take it out" You pay no attention to my protests as you slowly sink your entire length inside of me. Once you are as deep as you can go, you say "It's about to hurt a hell of a lot more."

You begin thrusting violently in and out of my virgin ass. I continue to scream and beg for you to stop. You simply laugh and push my face into the ground.

"This is what you wanted. Just let me help you" you say between grunts. You pound my ass hard as I cry into the dirt. "See, it's so good you're crying." you taunt.

I can feel you building to your climax. Your thrusts become more rough and purposeful. Just as your about to finish, you pull out of my ass and shove yourself deep into my cunt. Making sure to shoot every drop into my reluctant womb.

"That's it, take all my cum like the good little cumdump you are," you say before finally getting off me.

I lay in the alleyway; violated, broken and leaking cum from my abused cunt. You zip up your fly and look down on my body. You pull out your wallet and grab a 5 dollar bill.

Tossing it on my limp body you say, "You've got some nice holes, for a whore. I'll definitely be recommending you to my friends."

[simmerianne93]

[Simmerianne93]Portrait_poses_12

Hi everyone how are you today??!

I must apologize for my small absence and silence....

If you follow me on Twitter you already know this but I was a little burned out with the amount of poses I had been doing the last few months, so I took a couple of weeks to "heal" and be able to bring you more and more poses.

From now on I tell you that my idea is to bring you some posepacks this coming week and the next one. There are a few packages that I already had scheduled in my agenda and now that I feel better, I am able to get to work and get them ready... So in these next two weeks you can expect some new packages to tell your wonderful stories.

And since I have cleared my ideas for the next few weeks, let's get to the point with the reason of this post:

As you may know, I usually post my poses at an earlier time, but today I made an exception. These poses I'm bringing today were not really scheduled or intended to be made haha, but today is Father's Day in my country and when I woke up and congratulated my dad, I felt like to do something related for our beloved pixel fathers.

In my normal planning, I don't usually make a complete package and publish it on the same day, but I didn't want to let this day slip under the table and I really wanted to share with you what I had in my head, so... despite my recent burned out, I made it happen xDDD (this is really wild now that i think about it xDDD)

I hope you like them... and even though it's late, happy Father's Day to all those who celebrate it today!!!

Enjoy!!!

----------

What is on it?

6 dúo poses:

2 poses for an adult sim and an infant sim.

2 poses for an adult sim and a toddler sim.

2 poses for an adult sims and a kid sim.

--- What do you need?

Andrew poses player.

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo or Mccc by deaderpool.

Invisible infant mat replacement  by mcrudd  (OPTIONAL)

Instructions in the original post.

——

TOU

Do not claim my creations as your own.

Do not re-upload or modify my creations.

Do not make money of my creations.

Do not include my creations in Mods folders to download.

Please follow my Term Of Use.

——

Download it now here — [FREE FOR EVERYONE]

——————

If you want to support me:  Patreon | Ko-fi

All my poses overview: Pinterest |  Wix | Tumblr

More in-game preview pics of all my poses: Instagram

My socials: Twitter | BlueSky | Instagram | Tumblr 

Lives and videos: Youtube

——————

I really hope you like them and I will say in advance: Thank you so much for using them.

@ts4-poses

[nctnanajaemin]

my brother's bestfriend pairing: lee jeno x na!sister reader chapter five word count:1.8k warnings: mentions of nausea, vomiting but no detail, late/irregular period, pregnancy, reader has an anxiety attack. 

it's been about a month since jisung found out about you and jeno. that time in the car was the last time you and jeno slept together and he's barely spoken to you despite the both of you confessing your feelings.

you've been sick and exhausted the last couple of days, barely leaving your room. 

the guys are all downstairs yelling like usual. you pull the covers over your head, trying to drown out the noise so you can try and go back to sleep.

just when you are about to doze off, you hear a knock on the door.

"come in," you call out weakly, still keeping the covers over your head.

the door opens and shuts, the mattress dipping down next to you as someone sits down.

"you've been in here for days," chenle says, pulling the covers down to reveal your face. "what's going on?"

"i feel like crap."

chenle studies your face for a moment, his expression growing more concerned. "you look like crap." he reaches out to feel your forehead, checking for a fever.

"thanks a lot, chenle," you mutter, rolling your eyes. "just what every girl wants to hear."

"you don't seem to have a fever."

"i just feel weak and nauseous."

chenle hums in acknowledgment. "have you eaten anything today?"

"no. not yet."

chenle tsks, clearly not happy with your response. "you need to eat something. even if it's just toast or something light."

"i don't think i could keep anything down."

chenle sighs, running a hand through his hair. "so you have been throwing up?"

"yes."

"for how long?"

"about three days. i thought it was just a stomach bug or something, but i just can't shake it off."

chenle goes quiet for a moment, clearly lost in thought. "can i ask you something... personal?"

you nod, unsure of where this is going.

"when you and him hook up do you use a condom?"

"usually no."

"have you taken a pregnancy test?"

"no," you say quickly. "i told you, i thought it was just a stomach bug or something. plus, i'm on birth control, so the chances of that are slim."

"but not impossible," chenle points out. "when was the last time you had your period?"

"it's been a while, they are really irregular. "

"oh god. i think it would be worth taking a test just to rule it out."

you process chenle's words. the idea of being pregnant never even crossed your mind because you were on birth control. but now...

"can you get me a test?"

"yes," chenle says, standing up from the bed. "do you need anything else?"

you shake your head no, and he leaves the room.

your heart is racing, and you feel a mix of fear and anxiety. what if you're really pregnant? you haven't had an actual conversation with jeno in over a month. the only time he talks to you is if jaemin is in the room.

a few minutes later, chenle returns with a pregnancy test. he pulls the bag out of his hoodie pocket and hands it to you. "do you want me to stay or give you privacy?"

"stay please."

chenle sits down in the chair beside your bed as you take the box out of the bag and read through the instructions before going into the bathroom to take it.

you close the door behind you and take a deep breath. you follow the instructions, trying to focus on the task at hand and not the possibility of being pregnant.

after doing everything you have to, you place the test on the bathroom counter and go back into your room to wait the suggested three minutes.

"you okay?" chenle asks.

"i don't know."

chenle stands up and pulls you into a hug. "i'm here, okay? no matter what the result is, i'm here for you."

you cling to chenle, tears welling up in your eyes. "i'm scared, chenle."

"i know," chenle says, rubbing comforting circles on your back

after the longest three minutes of your life, the timer goes off. you pull away from chenle and walk back into the bathroom.

you pick up the pregnancy test and close your eyes, taking a deep breath before looking down.

when you open your eyes, two pink lines stare back at you.

you drop the test as if it's burned you, and it clatters against the floor.

"no, no, no," you whisper, feeling like your entire world is collapsing around you.

the room starts to spin, and your knees feel weak. you stumble backward and sit down on the edge of the bathtub, trying to catch your breath.

your breathing becomes more ragged and shallow, your chest feeling tight and constricted. you can hear your own heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears, drowning out all other sounds.

chenle appears in the doorway, looking worried. he takes one look at your face and knows everything.

he walks over to you and quickly kneels down in front of you. "hey, look at me."

you struggle to focus on him, your vision clouding with tears and dark spots.

chenle gently grips your shoulders, trying to get you to look him in the eye. "you need to breathe," he says firmly. "slow, deep breaths. follow me." he starts exaggerating his own breathing, inhaling and exhaling loudly, showing you how he wants you to copy him.

you try to mimic his breathing, but it's difficult because your chest still feels tight.

"just keep going, you're doing great."

it takes a few minutes, but slowly, your breathing starts to stabilize, and the chest tightness begins to ease.

you take a few more shuddering breathes before you finally feel like you can breathe normally again.

"th-that was the worst one I had in a while."

"are you okay?"

you nod weakly. "yeah."

chenle moves to sit down beside you. "do you want to talk about it?"

"it's just a lot to take in, and i don't know what to do."

chenle reaches out and takes your hand. "well, the first thing you need to do is talk to jeno."

"how am i supposed to talk to him. he's been avoiding me for over a month now."

chenle gives you a sympathetic look. "i'll force him to talk to you. most of the guys were napping when i came back from the store. do you want me to go down and get him?"

you hesitate for a moment before nodding your head. "yeah. i guess i should just get it over with now."

chenle gives your hand a comforting squeeze before getting up to go get jeno.

you stand up and grab the pregnancy test before walking back into your room.

you rehearse what you're going to say over and over again in your head while you wait, and eventually, there's a knock on your door.

the door slowly creaks open, and jeno steps into the room.

he shuts the door behind him and takes a step toward you. "chenle said you wanted to talk to me?"

"yeah, sit down. i have something important to tell you."

jeno looks at you for a moment before he sits down in the chair where chenle was previously. "what's going on? you don't look good."

"i've been feeling terrible for the past few days and i still haven't gotten my period."

"so what? you think you're pregnant?"

your hand trembles as you hold out the pregnancy test to him. he takes it and looks down at it for a moment, his eyes widening as he sees the two pink lines.

he looks back up at you. "how long have you known?"

"i just found out today. i took the test right before chenle came to get you."

jeno lets out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. he's silent for a few moments, clearly trying to process everything. "i knew i should have used a condom."

"is that seriously all you have to say?"

"well, what the hell do you expect me to say? we weren't even together, no one knew about us besides chenle and jisung, and jaemin is for sure going to fucking kill me when he finds out."

"i don't know. maybe something a little more sympathetic, considering the fact that i'm scared shitless right now and the only thing you're worried about is jaemin and the guys knowing about us."

"you think i'm not worried? i'm scared shitless too. i'm not ready to have a kid."

"you think i'm ready? i'm still in college. and how do I know that you aren't going to run away when things get complicated with the baby just like you did with me."

"i didn't run away. i just needed some space."

"some space," you scoff, rolling your eyes. "you've been ignoring me for over a month, jeno. i could barely get you to say more than two words to me."

"we had that talk, and then i was thinking and couldn't figure out what i wanted. I didn't want to end up hurting you."

you shake your head. "well, you hurt me anyway."

"i know, and i'm sorry. i've been feeling guilty for treating you like that, but now... now we have a whole baby to deal with."

the thought of the baby hits you both again.

"where do we even start?" you ask softly.

"first step is to see a doctor, get confirmation that you're actually pregnant and find out how far along you are."

the thought of going to the doctor makes your stomach churn, but you know it's necessary. "i'll make the appointment first thing in the morning."

"i'll go with you if you want me to."

"yeah. it'll be less terrifying if i have someone there. also i'm sorry for being such a bitch."

"you had every right to be upset. i've been a dick to you and i don't blame you for exploding like that."

"still, i shouldn't have been like that. my emotions are all over the place at the moment, and i took it out on you."

he walks over and sits down beside you, pulling you into a hug.

you sink into his embrace, burying your face in his shoulder. "i missed you."

"i missed you too."

--------------

the next morning rolls around and you were able to get into the doctors. you provided them with a urine sample and bloodwork and they told you that they would call later in the day with the results.

it's been a couple hours since then and now you are watching the guys play basketball in the driveway.

just as you are about to check your phone again, it buzzes with a call. you stand up and walk into the house.

"hello?

"hello, this is dr. kim. is this y/n?"

"yes?"

jeno walks into the living room and points towards jaemin's room. you walk in with him following, putting the call on speaker.

"i have the results of your urine sample and bloodwork. you are indeed pregnant and are about six weeks along. i'd like to schedule an appointment for you to come in for an ultrasound to get a more accurate estimate of your due date. would the same time and day work next week?"

"yes, same time next week is fine."

"okay, thank you. have a nice day and congratulations."

"thank you."

the doctor ends the call and you immediately hug jeno.

"we'll figure everything out. don't worry."

chapter four | chapter six

-----------------------

taglist: @nosungluv, @icesscoups, @sunghoonsgfreal, @camosh, @vltevgrdn, @minkyuncutie

join the taglist here!

[chvrrycola]

STRAY KIDS X CLICHE MEETCUTES - KIM SEUNGMIN

word count | 0.8k

warnings | food mentions

now playing . . . time to love by red velvet

the other meetcutes

things seemed to be going your way today. you had woken up feeling super refreshed like an hour before your alarm, so you decided to have a nice leisurely morning before you headed off to work. 

you headed down the road to get your first coffee of the day from the shop on the corner, a trip that you had always been desperate to fit into your morning routine but had been unable to because of your unbreakable habit of snoozing your alarm half a dozen times before you actually decided to get up. 

your favourite barista was behind the counter, and looked pretty surprised to be seeing you so early, turning his back right after greeting you to start making your usual. the cafe was far quieter than you were used to seeing it, and filled with a lot more people in suits and dress shirts. you had just pulled a hoodie on over your pyjamas and found yourself crossing your arms a little tighter in front of you to try and hide your comparatively shabby appearance. 

the barista who handed your drink over in the end wasn’t one you recognised, you assumed because she mostly did early shifts, but she handed you your drink with a smile and sent you off to enjoy the rest of your day.

which you would have loved to do, except for the unfortunate fact that as you were pulling open the door to head home and get changed, a considerably flustered looking man attempted to open the door with the force of his shoulder, and rammed straight into you. 

he didn’t knock you over, he didn’t hurt you at all in fact, though the concern that tied his eyebrows together showed he was worried that he might have done. you were far more concerned about his crisp white shirt though, and how it was now neither as crisp nor as white as it had been. 

apologies began tumbling from your lips until the smiley barista came over and offered you the staff bathroom to get cleaned up. you hadn’t even noticed the coffee on your hoodie until the man was gesturing for you to follow him, apparently concerned by the potential stain on your already scruffy jumper.

you went with him, though, desperately pawing at his shirt with your sleeve without saying anything. neither of you really noticed the absurdity of the interaction though, both solely focused on the stain. 

‘i think this is as clean as it’s gonna get,’ he eventually sighed, looking up at you and making eye contact, you realised, for the first time. 

‘i have a couple shirts at my place, my brother leaves them when he stays over because he can’t be bothered to do his own laundry. i can’t promise they’re ironed but they could work?’ 

he looked slightly sceptical, beginning to mumble something about how he didn’t want to risk being late. 

‘my apartment is literally on this street, it would be five minutes if you need it. actually, i can go and get one for you, i don’t want you to feel like i’m trying to abduct you or something.’

you didn’t even wait for his response to your clearly inappropriate comment, heading out of the door and rushing back to your apartment as quickly as you could manage. your mind was almost too busy with the stress of potentially ruining both of your days to think about how this guy was definitely not bad-looking, and that if you hadn’t definitely messed things up by insisting that you weren’t a kidnapper you might have tried to get his number. 

you were back in the cafe in probably under three minutes, dodging round the gradually filling tables to knock on the staff bathroom door. your ‘it’s me’ was probably the least helpful thing you could’ve said given this man was a total stranger, so you swiftly followed it up with ‘i’ve got a shirt’.

the door unlocked and you sheepishly handed the shirt through the gap, opting to wait outside once he retreated back inside. he looked a little shocked when he noticed you still standing there as he left, but you allowed yourself to admit it didn’t look like the horrified kind of shocked. maybe surprised was the more appropriate adjective. 

‘if you live round here, you wouldn’t be able to point me in the direction of a laundrette would you? i’ll come by and collect this on my way home.’ 

you smiled, glad to be feeling less like a burden, and offered to show him the nearest one. it was less than a block, so you set your pace at more of a stroll, hoping it might yield an opportunity for a conversation. 

‘oh sorry, i should’ve bought you another coffee, it slipped my mind,’ he said, a slight lilt in his voice as though he was trying to keep it steady. ‘if you’re around later i can meet you at the cafe when i’m done with work. or like, this time tomorrow, or the day after, or like, any day really, would be good for me.’

‘yeah, i reckon i can find some time.’

you were definitely going to have to stop snoozing your alarm.

[evanbi-ckley]

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @spotsandsocks today and also recently @bucksbignaturals and @rogerzsteven <3<3<3 the chef au has been fighting me, but i'm still making progress!

When Tommy bought his house, it was mostly okay but definitely needed some improvements. One of his biggest projects was his en suite. He gutted the entire bathroom, expanded into the oversized walk in closet, and made it into exactly what he wanted.  The heated floors are probably his favorite feature, followed closely by the large soaking tub. Tiling the enormous shower had taken forever, but it was worth it. Installing multiple shower heads was also a pain in the ass, but the intense water pressure from various angles is heavenly after long nights bent over the stove. “Holy shit,” Evan whispers, glancing around the room. Tommy chuckles softly. “I know, it’s extravagant. But this is one of the few indulgences I allow myself.” “Sorry, that wasn’t meant to sound judgmental,” Evan says. “I just didn’t expect - well, you don’t seem the type - I mean -” “I don’t seem like the type of guy to go in on luxuries like this?” “Yeah. You’re always so pragmatic and practical at work. I had no idea you had this side to you,” Evan finishes in wonder, his eyes searching Tommy’s face and probably seeing entirely too much there. Tommy hums in agreement. “That’s actually why I make myself have a few luxuries. The way I grew up -” he pauses, not really wanting to get into that whole story right now, “- let’s just say, we didn’t have much, and I wasn’t allowed to want or ask for things. I was told to stay quiet and not get in the way.” “Ah,” Evan nods, soft fingers trailing up Tommy’s arm. He doesn’t say anything more, but there’s something understanding and sad in his eyes. There’s a story there, too, but Tommy isn’t going to push. He instantly hates the idea of Evan growing up in a home that was anything like his own.

consider this a tag for wip wednesday since it's already so late today (no pressure of course!): @powersuitup @nelsonsmynickname @smallandalmosthonest @sunglassesmish @sherlocking-out-loud

@carrythatwayt @lavenderleahy @monsterrae1 @shortsighted-owl @loveyouanyway and anyone else who would like to tag me in their wips!

[piwwowprincess]

Father's Day

If anybody had noticed that Jason seemed to be more prickly whenever this time of the year comes around, nobody had the balls to confront him. The rise of violence in Crime Alley during the third Sunday every June, was widely known within Gotham City. Initially, some had thought it was some hate crime during pride month. However, this spike in violence only lasted within that particular Sunday, and not beyond it.

Jason who already woke up on the wrong side of the bed, finds an intruder in his base. His survival instincts kicking in mixed with his inherent rage, he pulled a gun out of his safety stash - and went to go confront the intruder. The figure was in Jason's small kitchen... cooking something, if the delicious smells were any indicator. He aimed his gun towards the figure, not wanting to take any chances -only to be met with the familiar gorgeous sight of Timothy Drake.

Tim was dressed in his Sunday's best, looking a run-of-the-mill Park Avenue Princess in his little mini sun dress and coiffed up-do. Tim finally looked at him, and the gun pointed directly at him, "I know you're happy to see me, but damn."

"What the hell, Babybird?!" Jason looked at a wall clock, it was around 1 p.m. "Aren't you supposed to be cozying up to Bruce in the manor?"

Tim gave him a grin as he finally finished cooking, "He has his own son to do that."

Jason shot him an unimpressed eyebrow as if he truly didn't believe Tim. "Fine, I gave Daddy a visit during brunch earlier, and gave him his gift for the day."

There's a cringe expression on Jason's face, "I can't fucking believe you actually call him daddy."

"Someone has to do it since most of you call him Bruce or B, and on the rare occasion, dad." Tim explained without missing a beat, "Let's not forget Damian's incessant calls for father."

"Doesn't seem necessary."

"Trust me, calling Bruce as my Daddy Dearest, has done a lot of good in this world."

"Still doesn't explain what the hell you're doing here."

It was Tim's turn to shoot him with an unimpressed expression. Truthfully, they had been spending more time together for the past year. It was an unusual development going from hating each other to genuinely enjoying each other's company. Jason doesn't know what triggered this development. maybe it was the fact that a year ago, they ended up spontaneously hate-fucking after a bad mission between them.

It was difficult to keep on hating Tim when he's all needy, warm and tight underneath Jason's body. This ended up becoming a habit between them, arguing then letting it all out in the bedroom. Gradually, the bickering and fights dwindled down, yet the sex between them never dissipated. Along the way, they also managed to get to know each other better, and Jason found that he really liked Tim. He really liked him.

Jason doesn't want to ruin the thing between them, so he held off from labels. In the back of his mind, he knew Tim was probably the one.

"I wanted to spend time with you." Tim answered so easily, as if he wasn't a cold-blooded killer, who had once tried to kill him. "Can we start eating now? I'm famished."

Jason sat down, and started devouring the meal Tim made for him, "Didn't you just say you had brunch with Bruce? Why are you still hungry?"

There was an unusual expression on Tim's face as he brushed off Jason's question, "My appetite's been crazy lately."

"Anyway, you Wayne boys, sure have a penchant for being needy." Tim said after a big bite, "Being demanding must run in the family."

Jason rolled his eyes, "I'm not a-"

"Save it, Jason." Tim interrupted. "You are a Wayne, his second son."

Jason dropped his utensils, "I'm not in the mood to play house today, Tim." Usually, Jason would love to bicker with Tim, but not today.

"What, so you could go do your annual Father's Day violence spike in Crime Alley?"

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" Jason's eyes started to turn emerald.

Suddenly, Tim hugged Jason's arm between his chest, grounding the older man. He then pleaded with those blue eyes, "Then explain it to me, please."

Jason had started to feel his rage dissipating, as he finally resigned to being vulnerable, "Bruce was the closest thing I had to a father, and he..." 'failed me' was unspoken, but understood by both men.

"It feels like this day is mocking me. I'll never have a father, I'll never know what it feels like. I thought I had once, but the universe was clearly playing tricks on me. It's not all out of jealousy and spite." Jason admitted, "I do what I do to ensure that all those other kids out there would still have their fathers. I know my methods are unusual, but at least I get results. These deadbeat dads are too scared to commit any crime today, which means they are forced to spend time with their father, for even just today."

Repressed tears started falling from his eyes, "So forgive me if I'm not in a celebratory mood."

Tim guided his upset figure to the couch "Do you think you'll ever feel differently about this day, Jason?"

"I don't know. God, I wish I could." Jason knew that healing wasn't exactly linear, "I'm not your responsibility, Timmy. I know I'm fucked up."

"That's not true. Of course, I'd care about you." Tim easily answered, "I love you."

Jason froze, this was the first time one of them vocalized and solidified this thing between them. Tim suddenly left the couch to get something from the kitchen. Jason assumed he left because Jason didn't say it back. When Tim returned, Jason grabbed both of his hands with his palm and looked directly at Tim, as if he was petrified of losing his chance with one of the only good things in his life, "I fucking love you, Babybird."

Tim slinked his way on top of Jason's lap, and wrapped him in a warm embrace. "We'll be here for the long ride, every step of the way."

We? Jason knew Tim meant well, but he's not ready to sing kumbaya with Bruce when they just had this breakthrough. "Listen, Tim, I'm not really ready to celebrate in the manor."

Tim laughed, "Who said anything about celebrating there?" Tim handed him a box with a positive pregnancy test in it, "Happy Father's Day, Jason."

Needless to say, that year was beginning of when Crime Alley had found no spikes in violence during Father's Day in years.

[onlygarden]

[i won't let us go south, baby] - lee heeseung

genre: angst

description: heeseung starts to believe that he can treat you however he wants to since he does a lot for you. he ends up hurting you more than he could've ever imagined. he's quite manipulative, and emotionally abusive.

a/n: my heart was beating fast while i was writing this one. i got pretty into it heheh i hope u all love it <3

as long as you’ve been with heeseung, you’ve always felt so high in a daze that even the thought of the two of you crashing down seemed eternities away. even in the next life, you knew there would be a way that you two were inevitably brought together; you’ve never experienced a bond that rivals the undefinable spark between you and heeseung in the slightest. even when your time together stretched deep into the night, and you rambled on and on, heeseung still felt as though he could never hear enough about you. in your lovestruck mind, even if you and heeseung had forever together, it still didn’t feel like nearly enough time. 

‘as long as this life allows, i’ll keep pouring my love on you,’ you’ll never forget the charming words heeseung professed to you in the card he wrote to you on your second anniversary together. 

of course, it was only natural for you and him to argue. you can remember plenty of seemingly endless nights spent bickering about whatever it was that neither of you could seem to let go. even when you made him angry, and he ended up making you cry, he refused to let you fall asleep heartbroken by the thought of him. 

he always told you, in the gentlest voice, ‘you know i’m not gonna let you keep pent up feelings. you know i can’t sleep when you’re crying, baby, i’ll do everything i can to keep my beautiful girl happy.’ he’d ease your mind of any concerns that bloomed inside of it in the best way he could. 

ever since heeseung discovered you, he’s fallen undeniably in love with every factor that embodied you, and you’ve become the most priceless and irreplaceable aspect of his life. he’s never once even thought to treat you without the most delicate of intentions. 

“baby,” heeseung calls from the kitchen, removing your attention from the tv in front of you. 

“hm?” you hum, letting heeseung know that he held your focus. 

“did you remember to pick up the food i needed for practice tomorrow?” heeseung asks, and guilt runs through you as you realize that you certainly didn’t remember. 

you gasp, standing up to approach heeseung in the kitchen, telling him, “i’m so sorry, baby! i really didn’t mean to forget,” as you proceed towards him. 

heeseung sighs. he gazes at you, both of his hands resting upon the counter in front of him. you’re certain he’ll assure you that ‘it’s no big deal, baby,’ but your body is still utterly plagued by guilt, and you punish yourself for being so incompetent. 

“you’ve been forgetting things like this a lot lately,” heeseung observes flatly. you can tell from his tone that he’s been biting these words back. he sounded tired of you. 

“baby, i really am sorry,” you tell him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “i was pretty busy today, too, but i’ll go grab it now,” you say, moving to grab your keys before heeseung’s voice rings in your ears again, with the same lifeless tone that traveled from his throat before. 

“no, i’ll go and get it. you just stay right here, i clearly can’t count on you.” 

the expression that heeseung met your eyes with impacted you with the same dreariness as his words. grabbing his keys, he sweeps past you and disappears behind the door of your home. a breath leaves your parted lips as his name withers in your throat, his departure so sudden that you didn’t have the chance to prevent it. 

he was only leaving to go to the store, and he would certainly return within the hour, but something about the way he deserted you left you uneasy. 

wasn’t he being too harsh? does he really think he can’t count on you for anything? your mind was so cruel, thoroughly analyzing the meaning behind each word heeseung bluntly tossed at you beyond your control. you try to dismiss the sudden thought that heeseung was forcing himself  to be so kind and understanding for all these years, but his strained tone insisted that your theory held some level of truth.

he was right, though. for the past few weeks, you allowed his soft requests of ‘can you grab this for me, baby?’ and ‘can you do this for me, baby?’ to escape you under the guise of  ‘i was busy, baby,’ or ‘it completely slipped my mind, baby.’ 

sure, you were quite busy lately, but you couldn’t shrug off the shame you felt from failing heeseung. you didn’t want to keep making excuses, eventually transforming into someone who was unreliable in heeseung’s eyes. you always did a lot for your boyfriend, going beyond his expectations just to see him smile. however, heeseung had always done a lot for you, too, and he never allowed the words ‘too busy’ to reach your ears. 

you return to the couch, anxiety looming over you as you awaited heeseung’s return. it’s possible that you’ve become so comfortable in the fact that heeseung will be understanding of any slight mistake you make, that your effort to be a dependable girlfriend began to falter. 

the door opens. heeseung seems a bit brighter as he slips his shoes off and travels into the kitchen. you stand up to join him, intending to discuss your sudden revelation with your boyfriend. 

“heeseung,” you start, your tone gentle, “i know i haven’t been fair to you lately, but i promise i won’t use being ‘busy’ as an excuse anymore. i feel like i failed you, baby, and i know you’re starting to get sick of it. i’m sorry,” you say, still guilty that you allowed it to get this far. 

heeseung pauses his movements around the kitchen, his body turning to face yours, meeting your remorse-filled gaze. 

you hope he’ll say ‘i get it baby, i know you didn’t mean to.’  with such tenderness and sensitivity, the way he always tended to you. 

“lately?” he asks, frowning in confusion, as if to question your nerve to say such a thing.

“you say ‘lately’ as if you’ve ever done as much for me as i’ve done for you,” heeseung shoots at you, anger sewn into his slightly raised tone. 

what? you’re certain you’ve always been completely devoted to him, and he always gave you his gratitude, so where was this coming from all of a sudden? 

“excuse me, heeseung,” you assert, raising your tone to match his, “don’t try and act like i’ve never done anything for you just because i’ve been forgetful lately,” you tell him, as he continues to glare down at you.

“i know i could’ve been better, but now you’re just being cruel,” you say, genuinely taken aback by heeseung’s careless dismissal of your efforts towards him. 

heeseung’s bitter resentment stubbornly remains. 

“don’t stand here and tell me you could’ve been ‘better’ when you were never that great to begin with.” 

as soon as the words leave his lips, heeseung deserts you again, walking past you to head up the stairs.

dreading the thought of joining your boyfriend in the bedroom, you decide to sleep on the couch, your mind bruised from the way heeseung’s words tortured you. 

you hope it’s just his irritation steering him from the path of clear thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he really thought of you as such a useless girlfriend. sleep seems worlds away as your thoughts of heeseung launch you into a space of distress.  

tonight, for the first time in your relationship with him, heeseung leaves you wounded as he drifts to sleep soundly.  

the morning glows through your windows, calling you from your troubled sleep. heeseung doesn’t apologize to you. glancing at your figure which rests upon the couch, he advances past you, more concerned with making himself something for breakfast. he looks entirely unconcerned, having already readied himself for the day with glee, it seems. 

just like the night before, you join him in the kitchen, but this time you remain just as silent as him. there was nothing more you could say to him, anyway. 

“wow,” heeseung announces emotionlessly, “i’m surprised you didn’t come in here bitching,” he remarks.

was he fucking serious? you were already in such a state of turmoil, and heeseung only intended to make you spiral further.

you lift your head hastily, your gaze landing on heeseung who casually gathered the petty ingredients for the petty breakfast he was preparing. was he really comfortable ignoring such a major issue? it wasn’t like him to focus on such trivial things while such a significant issue lingered, especially if that issue involved you. 

“are you fucking kidding me, heeseung? if i bring up a concern, that’s ‘bitching’ to you?” you ask incredulously, tone already raised slightly despite having woken up only moments ago. 

“i’m telling you right now, y/n, i’m not dealing with your attitude,” heeseung raises his voice, slamming the refrigerator shut, completely ignoring the sentiment of your question. 

you open your mouth to respond to heeseung’s unbelievable words, but he tells you to ‘shut up’ without even sparing you another glance. 

“you’re acting like a child,” you comment, traveling up the stairs to prepare yourself for the day. you weren’t going to keep attempting to get through to him if he was going to keep treating you this way. 

upon your return, you can hear heeseung’s voice joined by another; you easily recognize that voice to be jake’s. it wasn’t unlike heeseung to invite his members over to your home, but he would normally inform you beforehand. since he was so irritated with you, though, he surely paid no heed to your desire to prepare for a guest.

the two of them sat in the living room, and jake’s face grew strangely alarmed as you drew closer with the intention greeting him. it almost seemed as though jake didn’t expect you to be home. 

you wonder why jake signals for heeseung to stop talking with such urgency. surely your boyfriend wasn’t talking about you. 

heeseung shakes his head, quelling jake’s avid concern. 

“don’t worry about it, man, as much as i do for her, she’d be crazy to ever get angry at me,” heeseung says, his volume clear as ever. 

in this moment, you settle in favor of ignoring heeseung’s remark, not entirely fond of arguing freely in front of jake. however, you couldn’t ignore the pain in your chest that heeseung’s words easily graced you with. how could he speak about you that way?  

you wave to jake, smiling subtly, and he returns your gesture. you originally planned to greet him with a hug, but you were too overcome by the awkwardness that began to settle in your home. 

as you begin to grab a drink for your guest, heeseung’s voice summons your attention from where he sat in the living room. 

“y/n, did you forget to clean up in here?” he sighs, annoyance laced with his breath, “don’t you realize that we have a guest? stop fucking around in the kitchen, come do your part.” 

his words flew at you without a hint of hesitation; he didn’t stop to think about the insensitivity of his words, and he certainly didn’t stop to consider the absolutely humiliating position he would place you in. 

“what the fuck, heeseung?” you yell back from the kitchen, “are you being serious? if you made a mess, you can clean up after yourself! you’re a grown ass man, after all.” 

heeseung had already crossed a line, but now he had truly gone too far. he was treating you more like a servant rather than his precious woman. he spoke as if he expected you to run to him obediently, eager to clean the dirt off his shoes.

“i do everything for you, and you think you have the right to yell at me? cleaning up after me is the least you could do, fucking brat.” 

you hurry into the living room, preferring to see heeseung’s face during a such a charged conversation. jake stands up from his position on the couch, politely excusing himself and leaving through the front door without a sound. you truly hated that he was made to feel uncomfortable, but you’re partially grateful that he left; now you could free the feelings which persisted inside of you, and heeseung could be completely transparent about why he spoke to you this way. 

your gaze travels to heeseung. he remains on the couch, splendidly relaxed, his face donning an expression that refused to display a single sign of regret for his words. 

“why are you talking to me this way, heeseung? i haven’t done anything to deserve this,” you tell him, hoping your quieter tone would encourage his irritation to fade away. 

“you’re still giving me attitude? maybe if you’d just say, ‘yes, heeseung’ we wouldn’t even have this problem,” heeseung says angrily. his voice was quiet, but his irritation continued to exist proudly. 

you place your hands over your eyes, nearly digging them into the sockets. 

“fuck this,” you announce fiercely, turning away from heeseung and traveling up the stairs. 

without a second thought, and without moment of doubt or ‘maybe he’ll apologize tomorrow,’ you begin to toss your belongings into a large suitcase. heeseung has mutilated any certainty you once felt towards an apology. even if he did, what could he possibly say to make matters better now? your lovely heeseung, the man who would once crumble at the thought of your sorrow-stricken face, sits comfortably in the living room as you make quick work of detaching yourself from his life. 

here you were, plummeting from your once dreamlike position in the sky with heeseung. he was the one who brought you there, but he was the one who hurled you so violently into a painful spiral of regression. as much as you love heeseung, he’s the only one who could ever fill you with enough security to give in, and allow yourself to be carried to such an unimaginable height. in that same sentiment, he’s the only one capable of snatching that safety away from you, and watching with calm eyes as your distance from him grows further. 

you trusted that he would never handle you so negligently, though. he’s shown you just how wrong you were to place your safety in his hands. 

why didn’t he feel guilty?

after filling your first suitcase as well as you could manage, you carry it down the stairs to place it into your car. the bump of your suitcase wheels as they glided along the stairs burned against heeseung’s ears. surely, he was mistaken, he hoped. 

you confirm his suspicions as you appear in front of him, tears welling above your lower lashes, using every fiber of your being to constrain your despair as you march towards the front door. 

“baby? woah, where are you going?” heeseung blurts, startled, as his body compels him to stand from the couch before he can even realize he’s not sitting anymore.

you stop in front of the door, refusing to face him. you didn’t want to allow his pretty brown eyes, full of belated remorse to stop you from leaving.

“you have the nerve to act surprised after the way you’ve been treating me?” you say, beginning to shake gently as your tears demand you to allow them to flow down your face. 

“no, baby, i’m,” he starts, genuinely unsure of what he can say to make you take your hand off of the door knob. 

“i never wanted you to feel this way, please, don’t open the door,” heeseung is rushing towards you now, but he stops before he touches you. it almost feels as though an invisible force was shielding you from him. 

“yes you did, heeseung. why else would you say it? what other reason could there possibly be to make you say those things to me, if you didn’t want to hurt me?” your tears were free now, sliding down your face in glee, reveling in the pleasure they felt as they were no longer prisoners behind your eyelids. your voice sounded so defeated, your lungs hardly finding the strength to provide air behind them.

heeseung could just cry. he felt as though his body was crumbling beyond his control. he sorted through every word that even slightly resembled an apology in his mind, rapidly searching for the right words to say. he was desperate for the words that would stop the floor from disappearing under his feet, leaving him groundless and helpless. 

“i’m sorry, baby, i swear to you that i am, but you know i just can’t live without you,” heeseung’s voice trembled as he spoke, much like your own, and he reached to remove the suitcase from your grip. you glared at him as his hand hovered over yours, and he retracted it in misery (though he was reluctant, of course). 

“you’re ‘sorry’?” your chest forces out, disbelief settling within you. “do you even realize how badly you’ve hurt me, heeseung? why would you do it to me in the first place? i still just don’t understand!” you shout through the narrow opening your throat allowed, tears occupying most of the space there. 

“where was this before, heeseung?” you continue, “why did you wait until i was almost out the door to show me how much you regret what you said?” your breathing became almost uncontrollable as your body forces you to feel a plethora of grim emotions all at once. 

“baby, come to the couch so we can talk. promise me you won’t leave,” heeseung begs, wanting you to come away from the door, grasping for certainty that you won’t leave him. the fear of a life without you crawled hideously across his body, and the panic that settled within him stirred a violent feeling of nausea. 

“answer my question, heeseung,” you hiss, refusing to go anywhere until he told you why he made you suffer so much.   

heeseung was conflicted. he wanted to pull your trembling body into a hug, but he knew his touch would only peeve you. he wanted to sit down with you, promising to make any troubling thought in your head disappear, but he knew his words pushed you past the threshold of such fluffy consolation. more than anything, he wanted you to tell him that you weren’t actually going to leave, but he knew your mind was set firmly in that direction. 

“i don’t know, baby, i really don’t” he starts, cautious of the words he chose to say. “i just- i started to feel like you were taking me for granted, and i thought i needed more respect from you,” he looks away from you, clearly ashamed of the words that fell from his mouth. 

“but i know it was stupid, baby. you do everything for me, you are everything for me,” his hand twitches like he’s aching to reach out to you. 

“you’ve always been so kind to me, you’ve never been anything less than grateful and devoted,” he continues, “and i know it was selfish of me to think i could treat you that way.” 

heeseung places an arm on your shoulder, timid as a rabbit, anticipating the way you reacted to his touch. 

you don’t shake his hand off, but you don’t provide any reaction at all to his fingers on your skin.

you sigh, your breath stuttering as it left your body. you loosen your grip around the suitcase, and you remove your hand from the door knob it clung desperately to. 

as you look up at heeseung, you notice the way relief rushes to his features slightly, a fragment of his fear still remaining since you haven’t spoken yet. he almost looked like a ghost, a dull, colorless sheen draped over him. you could tell he cowered at the thought of your love coming to an end. 

“alright, heeseung. i’m not leaving. but please, don’t ever make me feel that way again.” you couldn’t manage to say anything else, but you wanted heeseung to know that you wouldn’t put up with that kind of treatment from him a second time.

“oh my god, baby, you don’t even have to think about that. i love you so much,” heeseung pulls you towards him with urgency, your body nearly melding with his as he squeezed you into him. 

heeseung had crashed down with you, wanting the both of you to climb back to your precious place in the sky together. he’d never let you travel such a journey alone. 

“i love you, heeseung,” you respond, feeling so light from the emotion you just poured out. “i wouldn’t ever take you for granted,” you say, remembering his earlier words. 

“i know you wouldn’t baby,” he starts, closing his eyes as he remembers his behavior. “i told you i was stupid,” heeseung says, the thought to loosen his grip on you still refusing to cross his mind.   heeseung held you for a while, allowing his body to tell you that he would never stop pouring his love on you, for as long as you would allow.

[hannamoon143]

Perfect, like the moon in a dark night

Genre:Fluff,Comfort,a tiny little bit angst

pairings: Bf Felix x Fem. Reader

Warnings: none i think

summary: you and Felix drifted apart in the last weeks because you were both very busy,but maybe a night with shining stars and a mesmerizing moon could reveal your feelings and thoughts .

a/n: yes i wrote another little fanfic(sry it's very short tho),i am relly getting into writing now,i think i will write more often,and try to improve my writing.i would love to get some feedback<3 Now enjoy this little fluffy story<3

not proofread

As you came back to the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend,you didn't expect felix to be home.He never came home before 10 p.m. But it still made you a bit sad that he wasn't there.

Usually you stayed up till your boyfriend came home,so you two had at least a little bit time together.But today you were just so exhausted.You had a lot of things to do during the whole day ,and your boss snapped at you because you made a mistake in a presentation.

Tired you dragged yourself to the bathroom.You took a quick shower and then put your pajama on.You let yourself fall into the bed and scroll a little bit on your phone.You were planning to wait for felix,but you slowly drifted off to sleep

Felix went inside your shared apartment.He knew he neglected you in the past weeks.It was because of his new tight schedule.He could tell you didn't like it,and you both wished that you would spend more time together.But you never complained about anything,cause you knew how much felix's career ment to him.

Usually you were awake when felix came home.You always said you stay up late anyways,but your boyfriend knew you only wanted to wait for him.He said you didn't have to but you did it anyways.So felix couldn't blame you when he found you sleeping in your shared bed.You still held your smartphone in your left hand.

Felix kneeled down in front of you,laying his head on the edge of the bed.He noticed your exhausted gaze,and the bags under your eyes.Also with these details of exhaustion,you looked beautiful like you always did.

Suddenly guilt and something different hit felix.Also if you both had tight schedules and deadlines,he knew it was mostly his fault that you two didn't spend so much time together like you did before straykids comeback needed to be prepared.

He admired your face a little bit more,and then placed a soft kiss on your lips to wake you up.You immediately opened your eyes and looked in his soft gaze.He felt a little guilty for waking you up,when you clearly were exhausted. "You are back",you said with a sleepy smile on your face.

He gave you a warm gentle hug,that you really needed after your tiring day.You nuzzled into the crook of his neck,when you suddenly heard him say something.

"Wanna go for a walk?",felix asked with his soothing voice,returning a cute smile.Also if it was 2 a.m. you didn't hesitate for a moment as you nodded.

As you walked along the river where you always used to do picknicks together,and also where felix confessed to you,finally felix's voice broke through the silence.

"y/n...i'm very sorry that we don't spend so much time together anymore,i know i neglected you,and i didn't want to-"

"Felix" you said with a slight trembling in your voice "We are not perfect,but that is not only your fault.I also could have put more effort into our relationship.But felix...we don't need to be perfect."

After a little silence finally your boyfriend said something.But you didn't expect what he answered "Do you remember why I call you my Moon?"

"cause stays call you sunshine?",you said with a light giggle.

"No y/n not only because of that.I call you that because you call me sunshine.And because sometimes i need something of your calm,and mysthical personality,and you something of my energetic,lighthearted personality."

"And y/n...you are right,we are not perfect,but in my eyes you are perfect.You are perfect because of your mesmerizing eyes,because of your pretty smile,because of the way you laugh.Cause we are perfect for each other.And for me you are perfect like the moon in a dark night"

"Wow Felix, that was beautiful. You are beautiful."

He looked at you with so much love and admiration in his eyes that you just wanted to be with him for the rest of your life.You also must have looked like that cause with a sweet smile he asked you "why are you looking at me like that?"

As if it wasn't him who had the sweetest lovingly look on his face,you thought.

"Because you not only have the stars in your eyes,the sunshine in your lighthearted personality,and the milky way mirrored in your beautiful freckles.You have all these things also in your soul.And that's what makes you perfect for me"

[agentstarkid]

NEPENTHE ✦ DR3

NEPENTHE, a term rooted in Greek mythology, refers to a legendary potion believed to dispel sorrow and induce forgetfulness of pain. This concept has evolved to symbolize anything that eases suffering and promotes emotional healing. When applied to love and post-heartbreak, nepenthe can be seen as a metaphor for the various ways people cope with the pain of lost love. This could include time, new relationships, self-discovery, or therapeutic activities that help one heal. Just as nepenthe provided mythical relief, these modern "potions" help individuals gradually let go of their heartache and find happiness again.

✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ type: social media au

✦ fc: becky g

✦ warnings: female!reader, latina!reader, age gap, language, drama, internet meanies.

✦ pit wall live: holi, loves! sorry for the long wait, adult life is a bitch. Hope y'all like this chapter because I'm not fully convinced I like it yet lol if there's any mistake...it's 02:21 a.m. and I'm dead on my feet but I was set on posting this today. If you've been playing attention to my easter eggs, you'd have seen this coming 😜 Pretty please tell me your thoughts!! I’ve been stewing on this for like two months so I beg of you to reply/reblog/send me an ask (anon or not!!) telling me what you thought!! Feeds me!! Also, shoutout to Nonnie!!! can't wait to read what you think of this 🙊❤️ Anyways, eat up, babes.

─── The Joker & The Queen (Masterlist)

JULY 1, 2022

⇥ tiktok search: y/n l/n sings devuélveme el corazón

────────────────────────

JULY 15, 2022

⥂ translation:

- Hey, friend! How are you? + Kuniii! What a surprise! I'm good, and you? What have you been up to? - Everything is fine here in Miami, enjoying a little bit of the sun. Listen, we haven't seen each other in a while. Aug 7 is City's first game of the season at the Etihad and I was invited. With Sofi we thought about taking you with us, so are you in? + Sounds great, Kuni! I've never been to the Etihad. But I don't know. Lately, things hasn't been going well for me with all the negative attention. I'm not sure if being in the public eye would be for the best. - I get it, Y/N. But c'mon, you should come! We'll be in a private box, far away from the paparazzis. No one is gonna bother you there, I promise. Besides, Sofi and I are gonna make you have a great time! + I don't know, Kun. To be honest, more drama is the last thing I want. - That's why I'm telling you this. It will be good for you to have a change of scenery, enjoy a good game and be with friends! And, we miss you. Sofi is already planning a great day for you. You can't let people's opinions to affect you like that. You have to live your life and enjoy it. Come with us, it will do you good. + To be fair, I do need a break. I'm gonna think about it and I'll give you my answer soon! - There's nothing to think about, Y/N! Come with us and let's have a spectacular weekend. Sofi and I are gonna take care of you and make sure you have a great time! + Ok ok, alright. I'm going! It's gonna be great seeing you and Sofi again. What should I bring? - Awesome! Just bring good vibes, a crazy desire to have a good time and something blue to support City. You come to Miami and and we leave in the jet, is that alright? We will coordinate better later. + Oki! I'm already excited! Thank you, Kuni. I really needed this! - That's what friends are for! I promise you that it will be very good for you! See you soon! + See you soon! Thank you for everything!

────────────────────────

JULY 29, 2022

liked by lewishamilton, daddyyankee, thalia and 2,145,873 others

yourinstagram que digan lo que sea, yo subo y bajo como la marea 🌊✨🧿

⥂ translation: let them say whatever, I rise and fall like the tide 🌊✨🧿

───

View all 2.952.512 comments

───

fioamato Se tratan de montar y tambalean 🎶🐸☕

itsvittoriasousa Muchos la critican sin conocerla 💅🏼 iamdannaschwarz Se merece tanto y recibe tan poco 😤 andrew_allen Calle como un Civic, inteligente como un Tesla 🚗 sebastianyatra Mírala cómo camina, lo que le falta es la tarima 👀 yourinstagram No pidas rosas si no aguantas espinas!! 🥀

sebastianyatra q hdptaaa fiesta con la familyyyy 🫠🩵

llane ah con que así son las cosas, acá ya a uno no lo invitan 🙄 (⥂ translation: ah so that's how it is, here's someone who doesn't get invited)

rickymontaner brother somos dos 🙄 (⥂ translation: brother same) sebastianyatra conozco unos manes que no contestan el gc 🙄 (⥂ translation: i know some guys who don't answer the gc) ricardomontaner mau y ricky + llane + sebas + y/n = peligro por donde lo mires 😂❤️ (⥂ translation: danger wherever you look at it) yourinstagram ricardomontaner pero like in the best way, tío 😝❤️

user i absolutely love how her friends are singing the lyrics of bad bunny's song in the comments 😂

userA user even Vitto's bf commented too 😂 userB user they are really specific lyrics tho 🙊

user2 Daniel can't really outrun her, can he? 😂

soficalzetti divina! te extraño 💕

user3 is that HamilGOAT???

badbunnypr Y/N, sé tú y que se mame' un bicho las personas ❤️

yourinstagram ❤️🤘🏽

user4 Andrea is honestly my fav BB song 😭

user5 not me trying to zoom in to read those 🔥 lyrics bc ya know my girl is cooking the baddest album in history 😎

user7 I tried to like this twice once I saw that first photo DAMN 😮

user8 first pic is giving mermaid baddie/H2O vibes

user9 my boy DR fumbled hard 😵‍💫 wdym he just woke up one day next to this woman and decided he wanted smth else??? like ??? bro u ok????? 🤯

lewishamilton surfing ✅📋 next time we are sky diving sis 🪂

yourintagram time and place I'll be there brother 😛 roscoelovescoco can you's take me's with you's?

────────────────────────

AUGUST 7, 2022

Instagram

yourinstagram has added to their story!

⥂ translation 1: Going to a game with Kun is having a sports commentator explaining every play and probability, and who is who on the field.

⥂ translation 2: The boy is happy with the result of the match.

──────

yourinstagram has followed rubendias!

──────

────────────────────────

AUGUST 18, 2022

liked by honeymoon, danielricciardo, rubendias and 3,145,873 others

yourinstagram Happi happi ⭐️ note to self: you da bidi bidi bom bom ✨

───

View all 1.962.314 comments

───

user DANIEL LIKED!!!!!! MY DAN-YN HEART ❤️😭

userA Mom and Dad; Divorced but never forgotten 😭🖐 userB girl don't, he's not welcome here 😤 userC does this means he agrees she was too much of a bad bitch for his weak ass to handle? 🤣

user2 stay 🤺 the fuck 🤺 away 🤺 you 🤺 unemployed driver 🤺

userA unemployed driver is cold. it's not even official yet buddy userB lmao her replacement better not see his like on our queen's photos 😂 userC homie must be hiding somewhere and crying staring at these photos because she looks 🔥🔥🔥

user3 Literally the love of my life. She's so cute and energetic

user4 you deserve real happiness and loyalty...Don't you ever settle!

juliamichaels hot DAMN

camila_cabello hot DIGGITY DAMN

user5 I'm so glad Daniel dumped her 🗿

beberexha ok hottie!! ❤️🔥

lizzo Everyone STOP TALKING I'm trying to stare at Y/N

blakelively Absolutely fking stunning wowowow

yourinstagram let me hit u with the uno reverse card

user6 this may sound cheesy but you're literally one of the prettiest women I've ever seen 💕

yourinstagram user5 that's so unbelievably kind

sza FACE CARD NEVER DECLINES

user7 i'm single you single... let's make it happen 😍

iamdannaschwarz we live for that smile

user8 such an attention seeker 🤡 because she ain't getting that man back in this life lol

user she is so obsessed with him i swear she's pathetic yourinstagram I don't really care what you think of me because first of all, if you really don't like me, what are you guys doing wasting your time on my page? tell me who's obsessed with who?

user9 Why not? 😭

userA i think when mfs bag a baddie they dont kno how to act right 😭 im not sure sum like that userB userA correct and when they do get a girl like that they leave her for way less userC Lmaoooo frr

user queen is in her idgaf era and I'm fucking here for it!!!

──────

──────

────────────────────────

AUGUST 22, 2022

Instagram

yourinstagram has added to their story!

rubendias has added to their story!

──────

────────────────────────

AUGUST 24, 2022

liked by fioamato and 1,147,693 others

f1 BREAKING: Daniel Ricciardo will leave McLaren at the end of the 2022 season

#F1 #Formula1 mclaren

───

View all 856,548 comments

───

user See you later 👏👏

user2 that's called karma

user3 Only McLaren? Why not f1? The queu of young talented drivers is long

user4 So sad that they decided only bet to Lando. All best to Daniel I wish you find better place.

user5 I’m glad I never bought an orange shirt… where are we off to next Dan?

user6 LMAO NOT FIO LIKING THIS POST 🤣

userA that's iconic behavior ngl

user7 and you all were calling y/n a flop, oh how the tables have turned lmaooooo

user8 man lost the greatest woman he could've pulled and now he lost his seat and all in the same year 🤡

user9 mclaren you know this is the best guy you have right? It's not his fault your car is inconsistent. This is not 2021 where you had your car figured out.....this is a bad pr piece for you as well as a bad marketing look since danielricciardo has a look far beyond what your brand reach is. Fire your marketing team as they have failed you...

user10 $21 million going away present?

user11 Honestly Vettel said it best “mclaren didn’t bring the best out of him” I just hope he gets a place in 2023 and does well

────────────────────────

SEPTEMBER 11, 2022

Instagram

yourinstagram has added to their story!

rubendias has added to their story!

──────

──────

────────────────────────

SEPTEMBER 21, 2022

──────

────────────────────────

OCTOBER 6, 2022

⥂ translation:

— salmahayek Happy birthday, my precious girl! You are a light in the lives of everyone who knows you. I'm here for you always! — jbalvin Happy birthday, lil sis. Many blessings to you always! — sebastianyatra Happy birthday, Penguin! I keep your friendship like a treasure that will always be with me. I feel lucky to know that big heart you have. I love you a lot, Pulga (Flea)!

──────

liked by rubendias, aliciakeys, alejandrosanz and 2,756,378 others

yourinstagram Thank you 23, you taught me so much. You brought me so much courage, inspiration, & healing. You reminded me that life is too short. You have brought me even closer to my true self & made me realize just how strong I am. I will remember you as the year that reminded me that living life on anyone else’s terms isn’t living… You taught me to do ME, with grace, love, and kindness. Thank you to everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday, I love you all. And, of course, a very special thank you to my favorite people in the 🌍 for going above and beyond to make me feel so loved, appreciated, & cared for. Bienvenido 24, un placer conocerte 🥳 ps: had lots of cakes this year, I couldn't be happier!! 😍

───

natalie_pinkham Happiest of birthdays to the most gorgeous of gals ❤️🥳🥂🎉

yourinstagram natalie_pinkham thank you Nat! Lots of love ❤️❤️

nina ❤️❤️❤️

parishilton happy birthday angel girl ❤️

bohnes happy birthday rockstar 🎉

markhoppus HDB kid 💥

annemarie Make a wish! 🎂✨ Hope all your birthday dreams come true ❤️

lilymhe You are such a beautiful soul, inside and out, and I’m so grateful to have you in my life ❤️

luisfonsi Wishing you an amazing day and a year full of blessings. ¡Un fuerte abrazo!

keleighteller You bring so much joy and light into the lives of everyone around you ✨

anitta feliz aniversário, meu amor! Beijos! 💖

shawnmendes Hope your day is as incredible as you are ❤️ Keep shining! 🌟

daddyyankee ¡Feliz cumpleaños, Y/N! Espero que tengas un día espectacular y un año lleno de éxitos

jenniferaniston Wishing you a day filled with joy, love, and all your favorite things. Have an amazing year ahead! 💖✨

tomholland2013 Happy Birthday, Y/N! 🎉🎂

sofiavergara ¡Feliz cumpleaños, Y/N! Que tengas un día maravilloso lleno de amor y alegría 💃🏻✨

zacefron Have a fantastic day and an even better year. Enjoy every moment! 💫

niallhoran happy birthday 🍻

selenagomez Happy Birthday angel! 🎉 Sending you lots of love and positive vibes on your special day ❤️

kellinquinn Happy Birthday, Y/N! Rock on and have an amazing day!

kellyclarkson May your day be filled with love, laughter, and everything you desire. Cheers to you! 💖✨

───

Comments on this post have been limited.

────────────────────────

NOVEMBER 3, 2022

liked by rubendias, landonorris, juliaanalvarez and 2,145,873 others

yourinstagram He(art)

───

View all 6,856,548 comments

───

sasha__rebecca 💙

itsvittoriasousa i like it, picasso

chloestroll what a gorgeous piece of art and the picasso is cute ig

user NOOOOOO WE CANT LOSE OUR MOTHER TO ANOTHER FOOTBALLER

juliaanalvarez 😎🆒

user2 I admire Y/N’s faith in love, no matter how many times she’s heartbroken and let down she still falls in love like it’s the very first time and I think this is how it should be because every single love and relationship is different and unique and should be approached as such

user agree. especially because she's not actually the crazy, guy obsessed girl the media and haters paint her as. she's falling in love when it makes sense, she's not out searching for whirlwind romances and toxic guys. she writes about it bc it's REAL anyway i hope she finds her person one day. first loves lasting forever is nice but isn't possible for most people and that's fine. i think her healthy approach is a great influence on her younger fans who fantasise about love and life just like she did

user3 girlie sure loves her athletes lmao

userA she sure loves the number 3 🤪 userB she once said it was her lucky number and apparently she was really serious about that 🤣

user4 alexa play you belong with me (taylor's version) by taylor swift 😠

user5 watch her ruin him like she ruined daniel

user6 this girl is trying so hard to stay relevant lmao bitch you are a gold digging whore and a massive flop, doesn't matter whose dick you're riding now 🤣

user7 when do we think they're hard launching we already know it's rúben 😂

userA she played the same game with mr. perfectly fine the last time userB MR PERFECTLY FINE OMG YOU'RE SO RIGHT "Cause I hear he's got his arm 'round a brand-new girl. I've been pickin' up my heart, he's been pickin' up her" IS SO DANIEL CODED userC ruben literally posted the same picture on his ig 😂 inconspicuousness left the chat with these two

user8 babygirl decided to stop playing in little league, she's on the big leagues now as she fucking should

──────

liked by johnstones5, joaofelix79, nathanake and 322,873 others

rubendias life's been good lately 😊

───

View all 1,548 comments

───

user who got my boy listening to sleeping at last?

user2 Bro is winning on and off pitch

user3 i still can't believe rúben dias liked every picture she posted for years and also admitted his massive crush for her with his whole chest in a team video and ended up being y/n l/n's boyfriend a few months later

userA bro is the picture of perseverance. He played the long game and at the end, he got the girl 😎 userB he's my GOAT for a reason userC they don't make 'em like him anymore (a total simp for his girl)

jackgrealish alright romeo 🙄😂🩵

johnstones5 kunaguero 🤝🏻

kunaguero johnstones5 🤝🏻

user4 best defender in the world only deserves the best! 🧱

nathanake 🩵

user5 they are not even trying to hide it anymore

user6 Ru we are on the doorstep of the world cup you can't lose your focus with another pop star

userA she's definitely gonna bring him bad luck, everything she touches turns to ashes

user7 "But your heart is your masterpiece, and I'll keep it safe" THIS MOTHERFUCKER BETTER BE SERIOUS 😭

user "Your darkness will be rewritten into a work of fiction, you'll see" 😭😭 userA I'm really wishing that he's the one for her. She deserves a happy ending

user8 YOU WERE BLESSED WITH MOTHER'S HEART SO YOU BETTER PROTECT IT THROUGH THICK AND THIN, VOCÊ ENTENDE? 🤨🤺

♥ rubendias has liked this comment

user9 Mofo better keep his focus we need that 🏆!!!!

────────────────────────

DECEMBER 31, 2022

liked by rubendias, natalie_pinkham, shawnmendes and 2,145,873 others

yourinstagram A student of life I am. Damn it’s humbling as hell when you surrender to the fact that only thing you can control is YOURSELF. Not a person, thing or situation beyond that. Who you become in this life is 100% on you. Letting go of all that doesn’t serve you is self-care. Remember that.

2022 is a year that really marked me… It was filled with moments of all kinds. Wanted to share the ones that made me smile even in the hardest of times. Beyond thankful for the good, the bad and the ugly ❤️‍🩹

───

View all 6,856,548 comments

───

marcusstoinis was the paint supposed to go on the wall or on yourself? 😂 scottyjames31

scottyjames31 don't talk if you don't know about art bro 🤫👨🏼‍🎨 yourinstagram marcusstoinis the technique was questionable but the painter did a good job. His partner on the other hand did a marvelous job ❤️ would recommend their job if you are moving into a new house too 👍🏽 cholestroll 😂❤️

lewishamilton see you soon for the next aventure sis 😎🪂

tinistoessel te adoro muñeca 💖

andrew_allen we might have the next Alex Morgan in our hands 😮‍💨

itsvittoriasousa she said she wants to be a champ like "unca benny" 😅 yourinstagram itsvittoriasousa nah I think she said she /wants/ unca benny, little trouble gave me the stink eye whenever I got too close and didn't let me play 😂 andrew_allen 😅

user i guess it is official official now so welcome to the family dad rubendias

user2 pics 5, 6 & 9 called me single in too many different languages 😭

user3 IZA IS GETTING SO BIG!!!!

user4 sunglasses on, hand behing her back... baby iza means business

user5 OMG IT'S ED!!! ARE U GUYS COLLABING AGAIN???!!! 😭😍

user6 I really hope next year she is as active on sm as she was before, I miss her too much 🥺

user7 shut up they are the fucking cutest couple already 😍

user8 this is what she deserves!! looots of love and someone who knows how to treat a queen right

rubendias Mô ❤️

userA EEEEEEEEEEKKK!!! 😍😭😍😭 userB any portuguese or brazilian kind enough to tell us what he means? 😩 userC It's an informal abbreviation of "amor" (love), he is calling her love ❤️

──────

─── Please don't forget to reblog and/or comment! ♡

[ccraccz]

Yo there, is it ok if I ask Windbreaker characters react to f!reader confessing their love to them but get overwhelmed in the middle of it and end up crying? (The characters can be as much as you want)

Sorry if this aounds so stupid!! 😭

OMG THIS IS SOSOSOSOSOO CUUTTEE It's also so me if I were to confess to someone sooo,,, Hehe <3

Characters: Sako Kota, Ren Kaji, Hiragi Toma x Fem!Reader

TEARFUL CONFFESSIONS

SAKO KOTA

He had been visiting the cafe that your parents own for a while, the same place that you work at when your parents need help

He interested you since you guys first met. His style was eye catching, his hair was nice and sleek, his face was smooth and attractive, and his name, when called out, just rolled off of your tongue like lullaby.

not only that, but his voice is nice to listen to when there's no one in the shop waiting for their order. When he grazes his fingers against yours, accidentally, it felt like lightning coursing through your veins.

Ever since then, you've both been hanging out at least once or twice a month if possible, getting to know each other

recently, he had started to get distant, work had started to take a toll on you.

You had to basically both beg your parents to give you a break and to hang out with Sako

You felt like you were ready to confess, having known him for almost a year now. He has saved you from some guys, and you have brought him homemade bento's, coffee's during the cold seasons, and cold drinks during the warm seasons.

so, with a cutely wrapped bento in one hand, a sweet but warm drink in the other, you stand in front of the Ori

it was after school, the cold air was blowing lightly, but it was enough to make your body shiver when it did

sadly, you also weren't aware that it was going to be so cold today, so you wore your spring uniform instead of your autumn uniform.

Around this time, Sako would leave the Ori to go get something to eat from the cafe that your parents owned

so when he saw you, shivering outside of the Ori, cutely holding a bento and a drink.

He quickly walked over to you, eyebrow raised as you bow and hold out the gifts

"So… Why are you here?" He asks, his voice was low and slightly unemotional as he gets a bit closer. "I…" You mumble, looking away as different scenarios play in your mind

'What if he doesn't like me like I do?'

'Am I just annoying him right now?'

'What if he stops being my friend?

You feel your eyes tearing up, your cheeks becoming more red in the cold as you stand up straight with a pout on your face. "I... Sako I really.... I really really like you..." You breathe out, your tear turning cold as they dibble down your cheeks. You sniff, putting the bento and drink down in front of him before turning and walking away quickly with your skirt bunched up in your hands. Though you weren't able to run away as a jacket was wrapped around your torso. "Don't run away with out letting me answer," He scolds lightly, pulling you in, behind him the bento and late sit on the floor. "Wear it," He tell you, fixing his Shishitoren jacket to balance it on your shoulders. "And..." He says, taking the bento and latte that were placed on the floor during the freak out you had, "I... I like you too," He looks back at you, a small, but noticeable, blush on his cheeks.

"I like you a lot too... so... please don't cry."

Ren Kaji

You both are neighbors, and he usually walks you home from school as he's usually out on patrol by then

you had started catching feeling for him a few weeks after he started walking you home during his patrols

many girls you used to be friends with were scared when he first started to walk you, seeing the Furin member at the school gates, leaning against the wall, headphones around his ears and lollipop in his mouth

so seeing you go up to him with a pep in your step made them hesitate and stop being friends with you, which made you feel more and more self conscious around people

ever since then, people have avoided you, thinking that you were also part of Furin

you would always carry extra lollipops, suckers, and bonbons around since you always see him with them

you never understood as to why he always has one in his mouth, or as to why he wears headphones since when you ask, he either doesn't 'hear you' (He does) or he opens another lollipop and shoves it in your mouth to keep you quiet.

Other than that, he would help you out whenever you needed it, and you would thank him with food, your company, conversations that distract him from the day and fights to come

you confessed to him after he came to your school with a bloody nose, face scuffed up, and knuckles bruised and bloody

You had basically dragged him away from the school when you saw the state he was in. You were basically barreling questions at him as your hand held his wrist, dragging him behind you like a doll to your place. "HEY! Where the hell do ya think your dragging me to-" "I'm dragging you to my place to patch you up, you dumbass!" Basically bursting through e door, you sit him down on the couch, telling him to stay on the couch before you run to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

You were out of the bathroom and kneeling in front of him just as fast as you went, putting bandages on his face, cleaning up the blood dripping from his nose, and now you're wrapping his knuckles. You bite your trembling lip before you sniffle, which caught Kaji's attention. "Are... are ya cryin'?" He asks, having taken off his headphones while you were in the bathroom looking for the first aid kit. "Kaji..." You mumble. "Kaji... I really like you... and I hate seeing... I hate seeing you get hurt, so please..." You close your eyes before tears escape, trying to hide them but they have a mind of their own, seeping through your eyelashes, and flowing down your face that is slowly turning pink. You look up at him.

"I'm.. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying right now," You say, voice trembling "But, I just can't-" "Shut up," He says, with a pout before he grabs your face and cleans your cheeks. "Shut up and... and..." He sighs

"And hug... me" He whispers before you throw yourself on him "I like you too dumbass..."

TOMA HIRAGI

You were always so persistent

ever since you met him, you've been flirting with him, constantly

and it would constantly annoy him and give him stomach aches, though it felt different, but neither of you take it seriously, or well... he never took it seriously since you always told him the same thing

"We should go on a date, Hiragi!"

"Call me when you get home, sweets!"

"Come on Hiraggiiiii!! We would make such a cute couple!"

and so on

The teasing got to him in so many ways, from actually making him blush to making him gently cover your mouth shut

you always spammed him through your private messages and called him at specific times of the day

but today, weirdly enough, no teasing remarks were sent through his messages, no calls were made after school, and when he was going around for patrol, he wasn't able to find you in you usual places

His stomach was acting up again, his eye was twitching and so was his eye brow, a tick mark prominent on the side of his forehead as he walks around with his group of first years

"H-HEY, LET ME GO!!" a voice from afar grabs the groups attention, all of them stopping and turning to the deep and dark alley that was 'That voice!' Hiragi gasps, hoping that it isn't what he was thinking. The group look at each other before running towards where the voice is calling out for help, which suddenly turns muffled after a while.

When the group of five found you, they saw a gang of teenagers and young adults surround ding you and a few girls, some of the guys had been knocked out and on the floor, but you guys were outnumbered. Behind the wall of boys, you're seen being held back, hand harshly gripping at your cheek to keep you quiet, the group of girls looking horrified at the scene in front of them. They quickly rush over, calling out the gang to grab their attention. Suo is quick to get the girls out of the situation, though is unable to get you out of your situation. Sakura, Sugishita, and Hiragi are just as quick, if not faster, to fight against the men the were holding the girls and you hostage.

How you were being held, how your face was bright red, how you had scratches on your face due to their hands pulling at it, some bruising on your gorgeous face. It made Hiragi enraged. He's quick to get you out of the perpetrator's hold and beating the absolute shit of him right after.

It was only a few minutes after beating the guys ass, calling out the words on the sign before turning to you and the rest of the girls, but mostly keeping his eyes on you. The group surrounds the group of girls before walking them home, you being the last one. Hiragi sends the guys away to go to their respective homes and orders them to tell him when they get home safely before walking you back to your place. "Hiragi..." You mumble when you both arrive at your place, opening the door and standing in front of him. You sniffle as tears bubble up in your eyes. "Thank you..." You say, turning around as he smiles at you, eyes soft. "Of course, [Name]," He says "I'll always be there for you..." His words become quieter as he says those words. Hiragi goes to walk away, happy with seeing you home safely, but is stopped by your voice. "Hiragi! Wait... I... I love you!" You call out before you notice the words that come out of your mouth. You qickly clasp you hands over your mouth before running inside and closing the door behind you.

In the rush of that, you don't notice the red flush that comes up from Hiragi's neck and paints his face is a bright pink color. He quickly turns to see you rush inside and close the door, running towards it to knock lightly. You had slid down the door in embarrassment, tears flowing freely and you loudly sniffle.

"[Name]!" He calls out "Open the door, damn it!"

"I love you too!"

You gasp, breath getting stuck in your throat at the revelation.

·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥��°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

NOTE: AUGH I LOVE THIS REQUEST IT WAS SO CUTE. EVEN SO, OMG I'M SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ASS UPDATE LMAO, I'VE BEEN UNPACKING AND ALL MY ENERGY HAS BEEN SAPPED OUT OF ME BFEHFKEFLNFHIUERHFL

I decided to do some of the babes that I can't really find much about, or haven't written about because AUGH THEYRE SO MY TYPE I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH BFIEKJL

ANYWAYS, THANK YOU FOR READING, HOPE YA'LL ENJOY SWEETS!! <333333

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Reader is having a bad day and Jared makes it better.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, mom!reader, dad!Jared, mentions of pregnancy, insecurities likes one time, unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), fingering, kissing, biting, scratching, hair pulling, filth in the end.

Word count: 2.8k

╔═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╗

It was one thing after another today.

Spilled milk, crackers crushed into the carpet, pee spots also on the carpet because you’re trying to potty train and it’s going awful.

You felt like you couldn’t do anything right anymore. It was one thing after another, but when you looked at the little face that’s a mix of you and the person you love deeply, you just can’t help but feel okay for a minute.

“Say hi to daddy, baby.” You smile as your son, Leo, turns around, cheesing big as he waves, “Dada!” You reach out, giving his cheeks a squeeze as you end the video, “I love you so much!”

You send the video to Jared before reaching in to grab your son, kissing his face which earns loud laughter from him.

He gets free, running away as he gets distracted by a toy your dog kicked across the floor. Your phone vibrates in your lap and you look down, seeing a text from Jared, Hello my boy! I’ll be home soon! Tell mama to give you a kiss for me!

You send him a picture of you giving Leo a kiss on the cheek and send it back to him. He texts back right away with two hearts.

Quickly following that text up with another, Is my girl okay?

Your heart flutters as you reread his text, debating on what to say for a second, Yes baby. Why do you ask?

You chew on your lip, knowing Jared can read you like a book, even through text, You sound sad, is everything okay?

It’s.. been a day, is all you manage to think of, which, isn’t a lie. You needed a shower, a nap, a shot of vodka, something. I’m on my way home, sweetheart. I love you. You smile slightly at his text, glancing up as you check on your child.

You can’t help but to feel bad. You knew he had work to do. You didn’t want to take that away from him. You let out a sigh as you reply, Okay, baby. Drive safe, I love you.

You set your phone down and walk over to grab Leo, taking him to his high chair. You really felt emotional now, everything was starting to slam into you.

You set your son down in the chair, clicking the belts around his legs, “Hold on, mama will get you a snack.” You smile at the happy child, kicking his feet and babbling on about all kinds of things.

As you work on getting him his snack, you hear the door open and you hold your breath, knowing you were going to lose it the second you seen him.

“Hello mini me.” Jared greets Leo, “Have you been good for mommy?” He gets him out of his chair and bounces him slightly as he looks to you, “Y/n?”

You hold up your hand, “I need.. a sec..”

“You’re fine, babe.” Jared goes back to talking to the boy while you finish up his snack, “Are you ready to eat?” You smile as you walk up to Jared, reaching out to tickle Leo’s belly, earning a few giggles.

Jared puts him back in his seat, bucking him in before putting the tray back, “What’s mama got? Hmm.” He leans in, pretending to be surprised which has Leo smiling.

You lick your lips, “You didn’t, um. Have to come home early, baby. I’m just.. I’m just having a rough mental day. I’m just tired.”

He looks up at you and stands up, “Don’t tell me what I didn’t have to do.” He smiles, laughing slightly as he runs his hand through your hair and rests his palm against your neck, “Zach understands that you and him come first now.”

You smile, trying to fight back the tears, but you lose the battle as your lip quivers and you shove your face in his chest, your body jolting from your sobs, “I-I just..” you gasp out, trying to calm down again.

Jared holds you tighter, shushing you quietly as he glances from you to Leo, who’s still as happy as can be.

“It’s b-been.. just r-rough..” you breathe out, “Lately..” you take a slow breath, reaching up to wipe your face, “Fuck.” You cover your face, your breathing growing quicker, and before Jared can say anything else, you just explode, word vomit everywhere, “I just feel so bad for having bad days, like the house is a mess, I made cookies with him to try and keep my mind from racing and I have to still clean that fucking mess up, and the toys, and the carpet and I need a shower and you’re missing work and I know that’s important and I just-“

“Hey. Hey.” Jared gently grabs your wrists and pulls you to him, “y/n. Listen to me.” He reaches up, tilting your chin up and your eyes meet his, “You need to take another deep breath for me, okay?”

You take a shakey breath, watching as he takes one with you, “That’s good. Now another, just for safe measure.” He smiles, which gets you to smile and he pulls you in, wrapping his around your neck, “You, my love, are doing an absolute damn good job with him.”

Jared continues, “You don’t ever have to be sorry for having feelings. Okay? You are never a bother to me, if you need me, I’m coming to you as fast as I can.”

You smile at his words, tears forming in your eyes, “Thank you.” You glance over at Leo and shake your head, he’s just been, I hate to say it but so bad lately.”

“I fear we have entered, what they call, the terrible twos.” Jared presses a kiss to your forehead and you laugh, “We’ve been in it for a while then.”

You press a kiss to his lips and Jared glances over at him, “Has he had a nap yet?” You kiss Jared’s lips again, shaking your head as he smiles, “No, I’ve been trying.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to your lips, “You go take a bath and get into bed. I’ll get him lunch, I’ll clean up, and then I’ll get Leo down for a nap.”

You press two kisses to his lips, your voice just above a whisper, “I truly believe that you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.” You nod to your son, “Well, besides him.”

Jared nods, “Of course.” He kisses your cheek and then your lips, “I think about you the same way.” He nods towards the doorway, “Now go. I’ll be up to check on you in a little bit.”

You turn around, giving him a slight smirk, “You promise?”

He smiles, laughing slightly as he starts getting lunch around for Leo, “Yes, baby. I promise. Now go.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” You walk out the doorway, stopping when you hear Jared talk to your baby, “That mommy is so stubborn sometimes, now I know where you get that from.”

“I heard that.” You smile as Jared responds, “You were supposed to!”

——

You stayed in the bath until the water got cold. As you lean forward to let the drain go, you blow out the candle you have lit in the corner of the shower wall, and stand up.

It’s been fairly quiet the last ten minutes, or so, but you can only hope Leo goes down easy for Jared.

You wrap the towel around yourself, making your way into your bedroom to get dressed. You dry off, wrapping your hair in the towel as you find a shirt and underwear.

You walk over, sitting on the edge of the bed and your mind just can’t help but wander again. You close your eyes, taking your hair down from the towel before you lay down.

Another twenty minutes goes by and you turn your head as you hear the door open. You smile when you see Jared walking in, “Hey.”

He walks around to his side and crawls into the bed behind you, “He’s down.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head, “How was your bath?”

You gently scratch your nails over his arm that’s holding you close to him, “It was good.” He hums quietly in response, “Mama, you know that it’s okay to slow down right?”

You nod your head, afraid you’ll lose it if you say a single word. Jared tightens his arm around you, “It’s also okay that if all you did today was survive.“

You close your eyes, trying to keep your breathing from going uneasy.

“You can take the rest of the night, do whatever you need to do and you can always try again tomorrow.” He kisses your head, “You are an actual superhero, mama. You actually kind of scare me.”

He laughs and you turn your head slightly, “What?” You roll over, laughing quietly as you look up at him, “You’re scared of little old me?”

He smiles, his hand moving to rest on your cheek, “You can move mountains, y/n.” His eyes search your face, “And I have never loved anyone as much as I love you and our boy.”

You lean in, pressing your lips to his and it quickly grows into a slow make out, “If you’re up for it..” You breathe out, “I think I know something that will really give me a pick me up.”

“Oh yeah?” His hand slides down to your lower back, pulling you closer to him, “I guess great minds think alike then, huh?”

You smile as he pulls the blanket down your body so he can fit his body in between your knees, “Just relax, baby.” Jared says as he kisses down your neck, “Let me do all the work.”

You nod, turning your head to watch him. He pushes your shirt up, leaning in to press kisses down your torso, “You’re so beautiful.”

You were still very insecure about your post pregnancy body, but Jared continued to do everything he can to make sure you know just how beautiful he knew you were.

You bite down on your lip as he hooks his fingers into the band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs.

He slides his hands up your legs, glancing up at you as you spread your legs wider, giving him a nod. He smirks up at you before you feel his tongue slip between your folds, earning a gasp from your lips.

Your head falls back, your back arches and your hands move to his hair as his tongue works from your cunt to your clit, back and fourth repeatedly.

“Please.” You whine out, “Jared.”

He gives you more, sliding his hand down your thigh, “Whatever you need, sweetheart.” He whispers against you as he slips in two fingers.

“Yesyesyes.” You roll your hips forward, moaning out as you feel his fingers curl inside of you, “Fuck.” You moan out, looking down at him.

“Doing so good for me.” He turns his head, kissing along your thigh. Your lips part as you watch him kiss back to your clit, eyes rolling back as he sucks and nips.

Your hips buck, your legs tighten around his neck, “F-fuck..” your grip tightens on his hair, earning a groan from him.

He lifts his head, “How’s that feel, baby?” He watches your face continue twisting with pleasure while you give him a nod, breathing a quick, “Yes.”

“So close.” You whimper out and he drops his lips to your clit, urging you with cum with flicks of his tongue against it.

You feel your legs start to shake, your eyes screw shut and moans leave your lips as you feel the knot in your belly finally snap.

Jared guides you through your high and then his clothes are quickly discarded and your arms and legs are wrapped around his body.

He brings his hand up, pressing it against your cheek as he kisses you. You bring a hand down, resting it on his wrist as your lips move with his.

You gasp quietly as you feel the tip of his cock brush against your needy entrance, “I need you.” You tighten your legs around his waist and his hand leaves your cheek, going down to guide his cock into where you want him most.

You lace your fingers through his hair, moaning out as you feel him slide into you, “F-fuck.” You clench your walls around him which causes him to grip onto your hip tighter, his voice quiet as he leans down, “You feel so fucking good.”

He slides his hand up to your side as he rolls his hips into yours, both of you gasping and groaning out.

Your back arches off the bed, head handing back as his thrusts speed up, “Fuck, yes, fuck.” You lift your head, eyes on his as your hand moves to his cheek, “I love you.”

He rests his forehead on yours, thrusts slowing down, “I love you.” He presses kisses all over your face, “I love you so much.”

He kisses from your lips and along your jaw, whispering as his hand squeezes the outside of your thigh, “You are so beautiful.”

He kisses down your neck and back up to your lips. You whimper against them as you feel another orgasm approaching, “M’so close, J.”

“I love it when you cum for me, you look so pretty.” He urges as he reaches up, brushing hair from your face, “Shit, you take me so well.”

You gasp as he speeds up his thrusts, tightening your legs around his waist, “Cum in me.” You pull him in for a heated kiss, “Please, I need you so bad.”

You have felt needy for him the last few days, like yes, you’ve had sex, but you needed him more than usual.

You had no idea what’s going on.

“You need me so bad?” Jared asks, “Fuck, tell me again, baby.”

You arch your back, clenching around his cock as you moan out, “Fuck, I-i need you, all of you.” You look up at him, “I need you so bad.”

He nods, kissing your lips, “Okay.” He pulls you body against his, “You have me, you know that, right? You have me.”

You nod, “I have you.”

You pull him in by the neck, lips attaching to his and then it hits you. The realization that you should probably take a pregnancy test - and your orgasm.

Jared’s quick to follow, holding you close as he fills you just like you requested. He rolls off of you, leaning back into kiss your cheek.

You smile, breathing heavy and your head snaps to the door as you hear Leo start to wake up from his nap.

Jared’s quick to get up, “Take your time. Come down when you’re ready.” He leans down giving you a kiss before he moves to get dressed, and watch as he leaves.

You sit up, biting down on your lip as you throw on a shirt and head to the bathroom. You bend down and grab the test from the box. You chewed on your lip as you stared at the pink foiled covered stick in your hands.

“Okay.” You whisper quietly, tearing open the package to pull out the test and you sit down to take it.

You rest it on the counter, standing up and laying your hand over the little window, “Fuck. Okay.”

You knew you and Jared could do it, but you haven’t talked about having another, you weren’t sure if you even wanted to have another. You move your hand, gasping as you see the dark second line, “Fuck. Babe!”

You grab the test, opening the door, “Babe!”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He answers you from the kitchen and you quickly, and carefully, race down the steps. You take a deep breath before entering and he looks up at you, doing a double take, “What’s wrong?”

You hold up the test and he tilts his head, “That makes a lot of sense.”

“Yeah.” You walk over to him and he wraps his arms around you, “Are we happy about this?”

You shrug, tilting your head up slightly, “Are we happy about this?”

He glances from you to Leo, and lets out a sigh as he chuckles slightly, “Yeah. Yeah. I think we do.” He looks down at you, tilting your chin up so you’re now looking at him fully, “I know this wasn’t planned, but I just fell in love with you even more.”

——

Ａ • ｆｅｗ • ｍｏｎｔｈｓ •ｌａｔｅｒ

——

Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! Let me know how you liked it! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[cuddlepilefics]

“I’m fine” - juneofdoom day 18

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: Jihoon

Caregivers: Seungcheol

Prompt: headache @juneofdoom

Tw: emeto

No one’s POV.:

Late nights at the studio were Jihoon’s thing. At least, that was what the producer tried to convince himself of as he punched in the code to unlock his studio. They had just finished a group dance practice session and while the members headed to their respective dorms, Jihoon had a couple more hours of work before him. His sweaty practice clothes still clung to his skin and he shivered when the air-conditioning blew a cold gust of wind down on him. Yeah, he should change into some clean clothes first even if his shower would have to wait till he’d get home. This was neither the first, nor would it be the last time, so Jihoon had prepared a sports bag filled with clean clothes and snacks, which he always kept at the studio for nights like this.

Feeling a little less disgusting now that he was wearing something clean, Jihoon plopped down in his seat and winced. The impact had sent waves of pain through his skull, reminding him of the headache he had been nursing since shortly after lunch. With a heavy sigh, he leant against the backrest and waited for his computer to load the last track he had been working on. The shrill ringing of his phone cut through his tired haze and he sluggishly picked the device up, already rolling his eyes when he realized it was Seungcheol calling. The leader would probably scold him for working late, despite knowing full well that their groups success depended on it.

“I just realized, I didn’t see you leave with the others”, Seungcheol stated neutrally. Massaging the spot between his brows, Jihoon muttered: “Nice observation, hyung.” – “Are you working late again?”, the older frowned. Jihoon furrowed his brows. If he didn’t leave the company building yet, what else would he be doing there? “Nah, not today, hyung”, the producer hummed, “Some of the decorative plants in the hallway on the studio floor looked a little wilted yesterday, so I thought I’d stop by today to check on them. Maybe they need some more water or just somebody talking to them.”

Jihoon wasn’t sure whether the call had disconnected or if he had just stunned Seungcheol into silence. That question was answered when the leader cleared his throat and muttered: “Those are plastic plants, please don’t water them.” Jihoon dropped his pounding head into his hands and waited for his hyung to say anything else. He knew it was disrespectful to be this sarcastic when Seungcheol only wanted to check on him but he was tired, his head hurt and he had no patience for people stating the obvious. “Are you okay?”, the leader finally asked, “Either you’re upset with me or you’re so out of it that you’re hallucinating and actually want to talk to those fake plants.” – “I’m fine”, Jihoon sighed, “No, I am not upset with you, just frustrated and no, I do not want to talk to those plants. Hyung, I don’t enjoy staying late either, so if you don’t mind, let me please get to work because the sooner I start, the sooner I’ll be done.” – “Sorry”, Seungcheol hummed, “I just didn’t think you’d go tonight. You looked really exhausted earlier and if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve guessed you have a headache.”

Realizing how genuinely concerned the older way, Jihoon couldn’t help but feel guilty. He bit his lip and admitted: “Yeah, I have a headache and I am pretty tired but I’m fine, I just need some caffeine. There’s still some coke in the mini fridge, which should get me through the next couple of hours and then I’ll take the shower I’m craving right now.” Seungcheol knew there was no point in arguing and felt a little guilty himself because he knew that their group had only made it this far thanks to Jihoon’s hard work. His dongsaeng was struggling, that much was obvious and it shouldn’t be all on his shoulders. As the leader, Seungcheol felt that it should be his burden to carry but what could he do? He might check on Jihoon in and hour or two to see whether he was heading back though it might get on the producer’s nerves, Seungcheol wanted to make sure that by “the next couple hours” Jihoon wasn’t talking about five hours. It wasn’t like he hadn’t pulled that on previous occasions.

When the call ended, Jihoon muted his phone. He couldn’t afford anymore disturbances because he really wanted to get home soon. The headache was bothering him more than he wanted to admit and finally got himself a bottle of coke, hoping the caffeine fix would take the edge off and make him a little more functional. At least, he wouldn’t have to fight for his turn to shower because everyone else would be asleep by the time he’d get home.

A shudder ran down his back as he took the first sip, the drink so cold that the bottle was immediately covered in little droplets of condensation. Even if the caffeine wouldn’t kick in fast enough to wake him up, the cold surely did, so hr immediately got to work, trying to ignore how badly the screen made his eyes burn. Eager to ease his headache, Jihoon drank his coke quickly and retrieved a second bottle, despite the goosebumps covering his arms. The liquid sloshed uncomfortably in his stomach but he was too tired to care, stifling a breathy burp behind his fist. Ugh, fizzy drinks…. Unable to get his tired mind to focus, the producer quickly lost track of time, frustrated because his work was slow-going.

By the time he had finished up his second bottle of coke, Jihoon’s stomach was more than just a little upset gurgling audibly when he shifted in his seat trying to find a somewhat comfortable position. Not wanting to take any chances, the producer had even pulled the waste bin from under his desk, keeping it right next to his chair for quick access. He tried to burp in hopes of alleviating some of the pressure in his stomach but it only left a sour taste on his tongue, making him feel queasier by the minutes. Unable to stand the pain any longer, Jihoon saved his work and shut off the screen, which immediately dimmed the room a bit, allowing him to rest his eyes. He crossed his arms on the desk and laid his head on them. Taking slow deep breaths, Jihoon tried to quell the rising nausea. He was too tired to deal with being sick right now.

Jihoon didn’t get much of say in that though, soon finding himself burping over the waste bin. A sharp gag sent flashes of pain through his skull and he broke into a sweat despite feeling chilled to the bone. Choking up two large waves of coke, Jihoon could only cradle his head and try to ride out the pain as time seemed to stretch on endlessly. His stomach kept churning and he teared up a little when he lifted his head to glance at the clock. It had already gotten so freaking late without him actually having achieved much, so this misery hadn’t even really been worth it. The heaves just wouldn’t seem to stop, though Jihoon barely managed to bring anything up anymore. He allowed himself a few quiet tears as he leant back in his seat, trying to recover.

His phone cut through the silence like a knife and Jihoon had to suppress the urge to cover his ears and reject the call. Hadn’t he made it clear that he didn’t want to be bothered? Gritting his teeth, the producer picked up the call, his shoulders slumping when he heard Seungcheol’s soft voice on the other end of the line. Suddenly, Jihoon couldn’t be upset over the disturbance anymore, his resolve crumbling when the leader asked him if he was still okay and if he was planning to head home soon.

Seungcheol had fully expected another snappy “I’m fine!”, so when the younger weakly muttered: “I-I, I dunno, hyung”, he immediately knew that something was seriously wrong. He was already putting on his shoes when he promised Jihoon: “I’ll come pick you up. Already heading out. Just wait for me, yeah?” The producer hummed hoarsely voice strained from throwing up. At least, he wouldn’t have to figure out hos to get his sorry ass home.

Jihoon drifted in and out of sleep as he rested his head on his arms, so he had no idea how long it had been since their call and couldn’t even be certain if the call had happened or if his hazy mind had made it up. A gentle hand on his back woke him and he almost teared up again when he found his hyung standing over him. “Why didn’t you mention being sick?”, Seungcheol asked quietly, pulling the other’s long hair out of his face to get a proper look at him. Sitting up with a groan, Jihoon rasped: “Don’t think I’m sick sick. Probably just pushed myself too hard and drank too much coke to make me function. My stomach wasn’t happy about it at all and my head’s still killing me.” – “I mean, you don’t have a fever”, the leader hummed, palm resting flat against Jihoon’s forehead, “You certainly do look awful though. How does your stomach feel now?” – “Still meh but I don’t think I’m seconds away from puking anymore”, the producer breathed.

Seungcheol had gotten him some water to sip on, while the leader took out the trash and packed up his things. “My brother’s out of town this week, so I could take you home with me”, Seungcheol offered, already slinging his dongsaeng’s bag over his shoulder, “I could also drive you back to your dorm but I figured you might want to be miserable in peace.” – “God, yes please”, Jihoon muttered, making the older laugh. “Just hyung is fine”, the leader joked, offering the other his arm, “Come on, up you go. I bet you’re still craving that shower you were talking about earlier. You can go and wash up as soon as we get there and I’ll fetch you some medicine and a set of comfortable clothes to borrow.”

A pained sound slipped from Jihoon’s lips as he struggled to his feet, vision growing fuzzy for a few seconds. He clung to Seungcheol’s shoulder, the leader ready to pick up the bin in case he needed to be sick again. “You good?”, the older asked worriedly, holding onto Jihoon’s arms. Giving a weak nod, the other forced out: “I’m fine. Let’s get going because I really am craving that shower. Gosh, I feel disgusting.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes at his dongsaeng’s persistence to claim he was fine when they both knew the truth but he saw no point in arguing. Linking their arms, the leader guided Jihoon to the car and settled him in the passenger seat with a plastic shopping bag in his lap though he prayed it wouldn’t be needed.

Luckily, it wasn’t. They did manage to reach their destination but no sooner than the car came to a halt, Jihoon threw open the door and immediately coughed up a few mouthful of bile. Switching off the engine, Seungcheol leant over and patted the younger’s back. It was hard to believe that Jihoon was only overworked and not really sick but he always pushed his body beyond its limits, so maybe overworking could leave someone this miserable. “Let’s get you upstairs. Can you walk or do you want to get on my back?”, the leader offered. He doubted that Jihoon would be comfortable with being carried but he also didn’t look like he had the energy to walk.

After a tense moment of silence Jihoon rasped: “Never mention this to anyone ever.” Seungcheol had to suppress a chuckle because the younger looked like a baby kitten attempting to seem intimidating. “I won’t”, the leader promised as he rounded the car, “Here, try to step around it and climb onto my back.” Almost tripping over his own feet, Jihoon stumbled and crashed into his hyung’s chest. The older didn’t comment on it though and carefully pulled him onto his back.

Gently pushing Jihoon towards the bathroom, Seungcheol hummed: “Go wash up. I’ll bring you a fresh set of clothes.” He had already talked to hi brother on the phone and got permission to sleep on his room, so he could give his own bed to Jihoon. After placing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie onto the sink, Seungcheol set his room up with fresh sheets and a lined trashcan, leaving a bottle of water on the nightstand. He really wanted to offer Jihoon some painkillers for his headache but they weren’t supposed to be taken on an empty stomach and he couldn’t imagine the younger being able to stomach anything right now. An icepack for his forehead would have to do.

Seungcheol was already waiting with an icepack and a cup of ginger tea when Jihoon sleepily shuffled from the bathroom. “Hey, I made tea to settle your stomach. Didn’t think painkillers would do your stomach any favor right now, so I thought we could try the icepack first”, the older explained, handing Jihoon the cup, “I moved my stuff to my brother’s room, so you’ll be staying in my room to night. Let’s go to bed now, yeah? You look wiped.” – “You shouldn’t have to stay in your brother’s room, hyung. I could just take the couch”, the younger mumbled but was shushed softly. “He’s fine with it and I don’t mind either”, Seungcheol smiled, “Our couch might look fancy but it’s not really comfortable. You’d be really sore tomorrow, which I can imagine you already are, so we shouldn’t make it worse.”

That wasn’t really what Jihoon jad wanted to hear, so he whispered: “Hyung, I- I don’t want to be alone tonight.” – “Oh”, Seungcheol stammered, having expected anything but that. He wrapped his arm around the younger’s waist, knowing that whatever he might say would only make it awkward, so he just led his dongsaeng to his room and waited for him to crawl under the covers. “You should try to have a few sips of tea. You’ve been throwing up a lot and I don’t want you to get dehydrated. There’s also water if you’d rather have something flavorless”, Seungcheol hummed, relieved when Jihoon accepted a few small sips of tea, “Let’s go to sleep now, yeah? There’s a bucket next to the bed and I’ll be right here. You van wake me for anything.” He carefully climbed into bed next to his friend and smiled when the younger curled up against him, finally getting some rest. Jihoon would be fine.

[captainnameless]

been thinking so much about little daniel and mama seb lately. about how its so hard to find time together with their schedules so they plan a vacation for the summer break. daniel has been counting down the days but the day before he starts to get a little tickle in his throat and by the next morning its a full on ache. he's not gonna say a word though cause he knows seb will cancel all their activities to make him rest and he's fine really! (1)

so when he drops he's tired and he doesn't feel good but for some reason thinks he'll be in trouble if he says anything which leaves seb with a cranky little who wont tell him whats wrong (2)

aw 🥺 i can imagine little guy being way too excited to mention something is up, not wanting to sacrifice fun activities but possibly also scared he’d disappoint Seb? which would obviously never be the case, but Daniel has fully convinced himself.

Switzerland has traded the snow for the sun, a gorgeous glow over the mountains filled with green trees surrounding Sebastian’s place.

Daniel had dropped the second he stepped into the home, not that Sebastian had minded, but it had meant their planned afternoon hike was gonna get cut in half. A regressed Daniel a little harder to navigate.

He’s glad he did, because where Daniel usually blooms in the outdoors, sprinting off ahead of Sebastian and having to be regularly reminded to stay close he’s now glued to Sebastian’s side, whining about his feet and stifling dry coughs into the inside of his elbow.

Sebastian just holds Daniel’s hands and tries distracting him with stories as he drags them down another short cut, figuring a nap will not be skipped today.

“Sit down, buddy.” Sebastian hums, guiding Daniel down onto the porch steps before crouching down to take off his shoes.

“Mama?” Daniel squirms as he tries to be helpful with getting his foot out.

“Daniel?” Sebastian hums, pulling Daniel’s foot out before starting in his own.

“What’re we doing next?” Daniel asks, already standing up and pulling on the sliding door so he can enter the home.

“A nap.” Sebastian says, expecting and receiving the immediate sour look Daniel gives him.

“No!” Daniel whines, one of his socked feet stomping down. In reality, Daniel would love a nap right now, his throat isn’t getting better and on top of that his head has started showing the familiar early signs of a pounding head ache. But that’s precisely why he wants to get as much fun stuff in before he starts getting actually sick.

Sebastian’s clueless to Daniel’s thoughts but not surprised by the disagreement, used to nap deniers.

“Come on,” He soothes, patting Daniel’s hip and guiding him further inside so the door can close behind him, ignoring Daniel’s sounds of protest.

“Mama, nooo.” Daniel whines, staying put as Sebastian moves past him. The whine scratches his throat all wrong and once again Daniel tries to swallow down his coughs, bringing his elbow up to hide them.

Sebastian mentally notes the scratchy cough, figures it must be because of the plane ride and decides to make Daniel some tea before he’ll put him down.

“Mama make you some tea, ok?” Sebastian hums, once again ignoring the whining and simply offering something else.

Daniel whines still, but nods and follows Sebastian into the kitchen. “Yea.” Some tea actually does sound nice, and it buys him time to convince Sebastian out of naptime.

It earns Daniel soft praise and the chance to pick out a mug he likes, Sebastian has an impressive collection of funky mugs and he even gets to press the kettle on.

As Sebastian’s digging through the tea cabinet he finds his homemade cough syrup and decides that’s not a bad idea. He fishes a spoon out of the drawer and fills it up.

“Daniel,” he hums, turning around and holding the spoon out. “This’ll make your throat feel better, buddy.”

Daniel panics, smacks at the spoon that clatters to the floor, thick syrup splattering on the laminate. “I’m not sick!”

“Daniel Joseph,” Sebastian chastises, perplexed at what just happened. “That’s no-”

He’s interrupted by a wail, tears filling Daniel’s eyes as he pushes himself into the wall. “No! Mama, I’m sorry! I’m not sick.”

Sebastian’s confusion grows, heart aching at the distressed boy in front of him, taking a deep breath to go from chastising to comforting, figuring that’s his priority right now.

“Sweetheart,” Sebastian says slowly. “Come here.” He gently reaches out touches Daniel’s arm, pulling him closer while mindful of the mess on the floor, letting Daniel bury himself into his chest while he cries mixtures of “I’m sorry” and “I’m not sick.”

It takes a bit to calm the boy down, and Sebastian wracks his brain over why Daniel’s so adamant on not being sick. The boy has never been in trouble for being sick before, and usually loves being pampered if he’s under the weather.

When Daniel’s shoulders stop shaking, Sebastian gently lifts Daniel’s head out of his chest, thumbing at the tear streaks.

“Daniel, darling,” He says gently. “What’s wrong?”

Daniel whimpers, biting the inside of his cheek. “Mama,” He whines.

“Hmm.” Sebastian soothes, pressing a kiss to Daniel’s nose before gently tipping his chin up. “I need you to be honest with me, buddy. You won’t get in trouble. The only way you’ll get in trouble is if you’re going to be dishonest with me. That’s a big no-no.”

There’s another whimper and Daniel’s eyes fill with new tears, shaky intakes of breath followed eventually by. “I don’t want to be sick.” It sounds miserable and the new set of tears start flowing as Sebastian brings Daniel close again.

The pieces sort of click together as Sebastian tries to soothe Daniel, pressing soft kisses to the messy hair.

“You’re ok.” Sebastian soothes. “Buddy, you’re ok. All you had to do was tell me? We can fix it, right?”

Eventually Daniel calms down enough for a new spoon of cough syrup and Sebastian adds some Tylenol as well. The water in the tea kettle is reheated and Daniel gets some extra honey in his.

Now that he’s not hiding how he’s feeling anymore the proposed nap goes a lot better than initially planned for and when Daniel wakes up his throat is feeling much better already.

There’s still some guilt to Daniel’s puppy dog eyes when he wakes and Sebastian promises him he’s not in trouble so long as he promises to never hide how he’s actually feeling again.