#it would be cute to make the first + last song the same to mirror a time loop and i thought time after time would be the perfect song

[mhokday]

see you yesterday | a tintol / triage playlist

"if you fall, i will catch you, i will be waiting, time after time."

songs are ordered chronologically to align with the events of the series!

[cntrlnoah]

Photoism

Summary: Rafe’s shy girl wants to take photobooth pictures with him on a date.

Pairing: Rafe x shy!fem!reader

Warning: food mentions, kissing, Rafe being a tease, nicknames (sweet cheeks, princess), Rafe flipping off the camera

A/N: sorry it took so long. got really busy with work. hope you enjoy! (^з^)-☆ idk if all of y’all know photo booths work cause each one of different so I took inspo from the photo booth in my Koreatown and how it works 🤍🤍🤍

Little dates with Rafe are common. Whether it was getting boba from the newest tea shop to something a bizarre as paint ball. Rafe loved surprising you with cute little dates.

Today was no different as he took you out on a trip to Koreatown. He wanted to try the new fried chicken place people were raving about. It was in this food gallery like place. Full of cute decor and soft kpop songs playing on the radio.

On the corner of your eyes you spot a couple leaving the photo booth giggling as they hold a photostrip each. Something in you made you want to do it with Rafe but you were too shy to ask. As you both finish eating the fried chicken, Rafe made mental note on how your eyes lingered back to the photo booth.

As the two of you are nearly about to leave you finally gained the confidence to ask him to take some pictures.

“Hey Rafe…can we take some photo booth pictures be for we go?” you said very timidly. “It’s…just I’ve been eyeing the photobooth recently—” but before you can finish to it ramble explaining why you wanted to Rafe kissed you to shut you up.

“You know you don’t need to explain sweet cheeks. I’ve seen you eyeing that machine for a while. If it makes you happy I’m willing to do so” he says. As he says that your cheeks go red over the nickname and the kiss.

“Come on princess don’t go all shy on me now? We still have pictures to take” he says feigning concern but the smirk plastered on his face gave his real reaction away. As he says this you start to drag him into the photo booth.

Inside the photo booth was a screen which displayed a start button. As you click the button, the screen turns into the styles of photos you can get from 2 2x6 photo strips with 4 frames for $5 or 2 4x6 sheets with 6 frames for $8. You choose the option for $5 and the screen tells you to insert a $5 bill in the slot under the screen to begin. Rafe hands you a $5 bill from his Hermes wallet for you. As the machine takes the bill the screen mirrors the you and Rafe, letting you see what the poses would look like. You guys had 8 takes for poses and 15 seconds to do them.

The first pose you wanted to do was a cute one so you put your hands in the shape of a heart to you cheek, Rafe on the other hand flipped of the camera but before you could react the camera shuttered and you’ve used up on of the frames.

The next pose was you doing the same pose but Rafe this time following in suit.

After that, y’all did peace signs with both of your hands.

Each frame was different from silly to cute and much more.

For the last one, Rafe wanted to do something. He pretended to do another pose but right before the counter reached 0 he grabbed your chin and leaned you in for a big kiss. After pulling away from the kiss your face turned bright red.

“Rafe!” you whined. “What? Don’t tell me you didn’t like it princess. Come on let’s choose the frames before the timer runs out love” he states.

After he said that you both looked at the screen and looked over the poses you want. You choose the peace sign one first. Rafe says, “ we should do this one. I look bad ass.” He points to the one where he flips off the camera. “But it so vulgar”, you said. Rafe chuckles as he heard you say that. “C’mon princess, I’ll let you pick the next one okay?” Rafe says. You nod as you pick the one where you both did the hearts.

The last photo was the one you had struggle with. Do you choose the silly one with both of you sticking out your tongue or the cute one where you both did animal ears? Rafe then butts in, “We should do the last one where we kissed.” You looked at the last one and blush.

“But it’s so unexpected I don’t look ready” you said. Rafe just smirks, “You’re not supposed to look ready. That’s why it’s good. Plus the kiss was pretty nice.” “No it wasn’t” you said blushing like crazy. Rafe looks you up and down, “Don’t lie to me princess. I like it so I’m choosing it” he says clicking on the photo.

After that you got to choose the frame, you went with the pastel pink and blue ombré frame. You both waited for the photos to print and got out of the booth enjoying the rest of the day around town.

[hoshinasblade]

second best |2| hoshina soshiro

PART 1 | PART 2 | BONUS: PART THREE

pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: slight angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of that miscommunication trope snippet: hoshina soshiro always ranks second at everything in his life. god forbid he falls behind in the bid for your heart too. word count: 2.5K trigger warnings: author's note: hello, reposting the part 2 because of hiccups from saturday when i posted it first (tumblr blocked my blog lol). likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated but please do not copy or steal my works. in celebration of this blog reaching 100 followers recently, i have written a bonus part 3 which will be posted within this week. my taglist form is here, and feel free to let me know your thoughts by sending me an ask through here. using my degree correctly by writing hoshina fanfics yes

you aren't sure when things changed between you and hoshina soshiro.

when you were young, you would have understood that he didn't have the attention span to deal with you. he wasn't exactly shy, but you wouldn't call him friendly too - unlike you, who has taken it upon herself to be friends with all the children in the small neighbourhood. unfortunately for you, only the hoshina brothers are at the same age as you are, and at that time you thought that was a sign that fate was giving - you ought to be close to them.

you won't deny that you were fonder of the hoshina brothers than anyone when you started school. if you are being honest, you like them more than any of your expensive dolls or toys. being an only child, you thought it was only natural to want someone to be with - to want someone to share things with.

the brothers would have their endless training sessions every day, and though you did not know how to swing a sword then, you insisted to your parents - and theirs - that you must join them. sometimes you would be sitting on the floor just watching them, and frequently you would be the one keeping count of the score between soshiro and soichiro when they spar.

soshiro has never won a single match against his brother when they were kids.

but you didn't mind. you still preferred him over soichiro.

in fifth grade, you bought him the biggest cake your meagre savings could buy. it wasn't much really, but you won't forget how wide his eyes went when you lighted the candles and sang him the happy birthday song albeit out of tune. the next year, you gifted him a small keychain - a teddy bear in a purple kimono. you never saw him use it.

it wasn't until years after that you worked out what your feelings for him were. the girls from your class would make small talk and ask if you have a boyfriend now and then. you would say no all the time. at sixteen, you felt like you didn't need to be in a relationship - because you have soshiro, you said to yourself - and that was when it hit you.

every time soshiro would talk to you after that, you would peek in your little compact mirror, worried he had miraculously discovered your secret, afraid that maybe your face had given it away. he caught you doing that once, and he accused you of attempting to be pretty for him.

"is it me ye're trying to be cute for?" he volunteered to carry your bag on your way home but you declined. you didn't want to start assuming things; you knew he was just being nice.

"ya wish," you deflected effectively.

"well, whoever it is for, they're in for some trouble", he commented, and you chose not to read too much in his words. you realized how the walk to your house always seemed to be shorter when you were with soshiro.

when you turned eighteen, you asked your mom what it meant to be in love. she was the last person you had wanted to ask - your parents had broken their perfect marriage not long ago, your father choosing to abandon your mother and you. soshiro taught you the basics of kendo during those hard months. "i'll even let ya beat me", he said to you.

"it's when you care for them so much that you will go as far as to let them go because you wanted them to be happy," your mother answered.

soshiro did not have the decency to say goodbye when he left himeji. you wanted to celebrate with him, and it wasn't like you weren't familiar with his plans to move after graduation. you used to stay up late with him, and inevitably the conversation would steer to his dream of getting out of your town. he would say that it's to expand his horizons - for his growth - but you like to give yourself some credit because you know him too well to simply believe that. you can tell that he needs a place to stretch his wings and be the best - somewhere he can be better than his brother.

and maybe you are really your mother's daughter - you let hoshina soshiro go because you thought it would make him happy.

"vice-captain, platoon leader said ye're needed at operations." you saluted and walked inside his office. "get yer ass in there, were the exact words actually," you added, intending it to be a joke.

soshiro didn't even look up from the file he had been staring at since you came in. he's been like this for days after you were sworn in the defense force. you would bump into him in the hallways of the training building or sit at the same table with him for lunch, and he wouldn't speak to you at all. if you didn't know better, you would think that finally, after all these years, he is now aware of your feelings. but that would be impossible, because not only the other recruits would not dare to rat you out, but also because soshiro would not be acting this way if he knew.

"v-vice captain?" you repeated.

soshiro hummed. "i heard ya the first time, officer," he said, his glance on you so cold you felt it from where you stood. it wiped off the smile you were wearing that morning.

"ya can go," he said once more after he noticed you didn't move. "or d'ya need anything else from me?"

"no, vice-captain." you were almost out of the door when you remembered something else. "one more thing, hoshina-san," you faced him again, the way you said his last name soft against your own lips. "soichiro-kun will be visiting again tomorrow so we can go to himeji together -"

"do ya belong to the sixth division?" soshiro cut you off. "i didn't know ya transferred."

"i - i'm not -" you were still trying to look for the appropriate response when he interrupted you again.

"then why are ya spending so much time with him? d'ya wanna move to his jurisdiction?" soshiro is standing now, whatever he was reading earlier long forgotten.

it was difficult to reconcile this distant man in front of you with the boy you used to chase after during your childhood days. the one who would bring you an extra boxed lunch because you told him before that his bento tastes so much better than yours. the boy you fell in love with. you had both grown up, and taken different paths at a time, yes, but you did not expect to struggle so badly to find common ground with him. "im sorry, vice-captain, i'll be off now." it felt like a huge chasm had opened in the middle of the room that determined to keep the two of you worlds apart. you turned to leave, and you heard him mutter something.

"if ya wanted to keep going on dates with my brother, ya shouldn't have gone here."

there is only one thing sharper than his katana and it is hoshina soshiro's mouth.

pain swirled inside you, threatening to spill over. when you couldn’t keep the turmoil in any longer, you snapped.

"what is yer problem?!" your pitch reached a high octave that soshiro was shocked at the outburst. "did i do anything? cause yer being mean, soshiro," you pressed on, stepping closer to him. it didn't escape him how you dropped the title off his name, and the honorifics, too. he was about to respond, but you didn't give him the chance. "look, i know yer not on good terms with soichiro-kun, but he’s my friend."

"like i needed to be reminded." sarcasm coated his retort. "ya know what? ya can marry the guy and i won't even care. do whatever ya want", he said, dismissing you in a harsher tone

your forehead scrunched and your eyebrows met in confusion. "what are ya talkin' about? no one is getting married -"

soshiro's laugh was bitter. you recoiled at the offensive sound. "i'm not the one going around telling everyone she's in love with soichiro-kun.”

there was a loud ringing in your ears; you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and you were suddenly afraid that this conversation is unfolding into something else entirely. “i never said that,” you protested. “i never told anyone i was in love with him. i don’t know where you’re getting this from.”

soshiro’s expression remained stoic and unreadable. “i heard you say it at the izakaya”, he murmured.

breath was knocked out of your lungs and panic started to rise within you. “i never told anyone i was in love with him”, you repeated. you tried to rewind every second of what happened in the party thrown for the new officers nearly a month ago. everyone was drinking and having a good time after the sworn-in ceremony. commander ashiro and the vice-captain had to leave ahead. your fellow newbies grilling you on your history with hoshina soshiro.

“save it.” hurt was evident in soshiro’s voice; his eyes glimpsed at you briefly, and you saw an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher flicker. soshiro’s expressionless mask faltered for a moment, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability. although you don’t have a clue how he would have heard it when he went with commander ashiro that night, the desire to straighten things out overtook you.

for a split second, the burden of the truth hangs heavily on your tongue. you gave in to the desperation.

“i never told anyone i was in love with him”, you reiterated, hoping he would understand this time. “because it’s you i’m in love with.”

there were multiple occasions in the past where you almost admitted what he meant to you; you had pictured a thousand scenarios in your head where you declared your love, but all of them did not include the part where soshiro would respond.

you thought confessing would ease the ache in your heart, but it was the opposite. "i didn't know how to tell ya, and that's my fault. but how could i? ya didn't even bother to say goodbye to me when ya left home." it was taking everything of you to hold your tears back, and ignoring the obvious tremble in your voice, you continued. "did ya know i taught myself how to pray after ya were gone? i thought it was the only thing i could do for ya."

"i didn't know", was all soshiro could say. he looks in distress, still grappling with your bold confession.

a loud knock on the door broke the tension. “vice-captain, they made me fetch you,” okonogi said from the hall.

“well, now ya do.” you turned away just when soshiro strode towards your direction, running after you. you were faster than him, and despite the possibility that you would be seen coming from the vice-captain’s office crying, you twisted the doorknob and ran.

it is still hot when you sit down on a bench at the rooftop of the third division's training building.  you welcomed the cool breeze, however, and you noted that at this altitude, everything from far away looks considerably smaller.

you missed two important briefings this afternoon already, and your team is most certainly searching frantically for you everywhere. you are definitely going to be scolded by your superior. yet you couldn’t bring yourself to discard the little comfort being alone had given to you, especially after such an emotional confrontation. you sighed, exhaustion slowly crawling all over you. lost in your thoughts, you did not notice the soft footsteps approaching until a familiar voice tore through the silence. the cold breeze blew, making you shiver a bit.

“hey,” soshiro called out. you freaked out, immediately looking for a space to hide at. “i already saw ya,” he let you know.

he held out a keychain in front of your face, a tiny bear in a faded purple kimono with the string attached to its head dangling from his forefinger. you recognized it instantly - you got it for him when he turned 12 years old. he sat beside you, not concerning himself with asking for your permission.

“the first few days were the hardest”, he began, and you listened. “i was too used to seeing ya every day, but when we were apart, i convinced myself i would forget how ya look like. i didn’t.” he offered the keychain to you and you took it - the bear’s fur worn out and old to your touch. “i hold that thing whenever i start to miss ya.”

shock was etched on your face and your gaze darted to him. “is it too late now to say that i love ya?” he whispered, his face mirroring the sincerity of his tone. sunlight bathed the rooftop as soshiro’s words hung in the air, leaving you breathless and stunned. you gasped. “maybe i should have told ya sooner. but i have been in love with ya for a while now.”

you leaned into his shoulder, and you quietly cried.

“i don’t think i have been anybody’s first choice in anything, so it didn’t enter my mind that ya would probably feel the same.” his hand found yours and you relished on the warmth.

“your brother advised that i tell ya, ya know?” you said between sniffles.

he chuckled. “he didn’t do an excellent job at that, did he now?”

silence ensued; his thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand, your head on his shoulder still - your breathing still a mess from everything that has been said. “i’m sorry i hurt ya. let me spend my whole life making it up to ya,” he proposed. the promise made your heart skip a beat.

for the first time in a long time, you gave him a smile - the one you have reserved just for him, the one you made sure to convey everything you wanted to tell him. there are a lot of other things you feel the need to ask him, but this will suffice for now. this is more than you ever had in your whole life.

“i can’t believe we wasted so much time dancing around our feelings. that one time i wanted to hit one of our classmates because he was being pushy with ya, d’ya remember that?” he reminisced. “anyone can have everything in the world, and the only time i would crack is if it is ya being taken away from me.”

all your dreams pale in comparison to your reality now.

out of the blue, you heard soshiro giggle. “does this mean ya were telling the newbies that night that it was me ye’re into?” he stared at you, and you can’t help but see him as the little boy you grew up with. this is the man i love, you said to yourself. you squeezed his hand.

you didn’t respond. all you know is the color of your cheeks surely rivals the pink of the skies as the both of you watch the sun sets.

[tanniefm]

christmas & chill | jjk (m)

sequel to all to you

summary - it’s the most happiest time of the year with your needy boy.

pairing - jungkook x reader (f)

genre - established relationship, pwp, fluff

word count - 3.7k

song inspo - the entirety of ariana grande’s ep christmas & chill ofc!

warnings - reader and koo are hopelessly in love sigh, lots of cum, unprotected sex (pls don’t be dumb like them i beg), koo kinda switches lowkey sorry, overstimulation, hint of dacryphilia, koo’s a lil crybaby, extremely needy koo, praise, riding, backshots yayyyy, oral (f receiving), squirting, cum eating, pet names (ur his angel <3), reader is chubby coded (is that a thing? i’m making it a thing), reader suffers from FPS (fat pussy syndrome) whilst jungkook suffers from FDBS (fat dick and balls syndrome) 😞

a/n - a lil gift from me to u ♡ thank u all for all the love. i wanted to post something for christmas as a 2 year anniversary to my first ever fic i posted on here. hope u enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. see u next year!!

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The semester is over, finals are a thing of the past, and your lovely new boyfriend is coming over in 15 minutes. Merry fucking Christmas to you! 

Due to finals being obnoxiously cutthroat this year, you’ve barely been able to spend any time with Jungkook. He offered to help you study multiple times, but you felt it would be more responsible to study on your own without any…distractions. You learned from last time that studying with him ends with materials being forgotten and clothes being strewn about. So for two weeks, you put a sex ban on the both of you so that way when you were able to reconnect, it’d be 10x better. Jungkook reluctantly agreed but had a huge pout on his face that you oh so lovingly kissed away. Ever since you two made it official, it’s like all you ever think about is being grossly lovey-dovey with him. In your defense, he makes it a little hard not to. He’s the sweetest boy in the world, of course you wanna shower him with kisses and endless praise and let him pump as much cum into you as his heart desires! The look on his face does you in every single time, just thinking about it is making you squeeze your plush thighs together. 

You shake your head to re-focus on the task of getting ready. Your roommate has the same plans as you do with her own significant other so she notified you she’d be gone for the weekend with a sly smile. Fortunately for her, this means she won’t have to hear the headboard banging rhythmically into the wall at 3 am anymore - well, at least for the weekend. You’ve decided to pamper yourself a little before he arrives. Showered, shaved, moisturized, spritz some sweet-smelling perfume, and even put on a little bit of makeup just to make yourself feel extra cute. You put on some fuzzy pink shorts that make your legs and ass look good, and a tank top with Hello Kitty positioned right in the middle of your boobs. You look and feel so fucking good right now. ‘Jungkook’s gonna bust in his pants again,’ you sigh blissfully to yourself. However, tonight you want him to fill you up completely. It’s what you deserve after such a stressful month of non-stop studying and crying over due dates. You give yourself a little smile in the mirror before you walk to the living room to turn on the tv for background noise. Watching movies is the last thing on your mind at the moment.

Your head springs up when you hear melodic taps on the door. Anytime Jungkook knocks, it has to be to the tune of whatever song he was listening to earlier, it’s a habit you’ve always found to be endearing. You skip to the door happily, excited to see your favorite boy.

“Hey angel, I got us- mph,” you interrupt his sentence with a deep kiss. Fuck, you missed him so much. Although you’d never admit it to his face, as he tends to get a bit cocky (which never lasts once you’re on top of him), this sex ban has been torture for you. You made the foolish decision of adding that neither of you was allowed to touch yourselves while you cracked down on studying. So to say you were pent-up was a gross understatement. You parted from him for air and saw how dazed he looked. Pink cheeks and shaky breaths. Just like always.

You smirk and look down at the bags he has in his hands. “You got food? Aww, you’re too sweet, come in! It’s freezing,” you say innocently. You grab the bags of takeout from him and usher him inside. He’d like to blame his rosy face on the cold wind, but you and him both know you just caught him off guard. And turned him on a little. These past couple of weeks have been what Jungkook would imagine hell is like. And then to add the extra challenge of not masturbating? November is over! What happened to Destroy Dick December?? Nevertheless, he’s ecstatic to see you again. He has so much to give you. He knows you can take it, he just wonders if he can. Other than his incessant horniness though, he’s just as excited to curl up with you under your warm weighted sheets and hold and kiss and love you endlessly. He walks inside to see you’ve transformed the living room into a cozy holiday getaway. Fairy lights decorated the tables and doorway, soft music flowed throughout the room, chilled wine set out on the table, and you, looking as gorgeous as ever. God, he’s so in love with you. He wants every holiday season to be spent with you by his side. He plops himself down on the couch and stares at your pretty figure retreating to the kitchen to collect plates and utensils. He notices that you’re wearing the short fuzzy shorts that he likes. The ones where he can clearly see the soft thighs he always imagines rutting himself between. Maybe if he’s good tonight you’ll let him. His dick slowly hardens at the prospect. 

You come back with eating materials in hand and sit next to him closely on the couch. “What’s all this for?” he asks distractedly. He notices you’ve also put on the perfume he can’t get enough of. It’s subtle enough to not mess with his sensitive nose but sweet enough to keep him wanting more. He wants all of you. Right now. “I thought I’d make the atmosphere nice and warm for us since it’s been so long since we’ve had a chance to be alone together,” you say smiling brightly. You dig into your food ignoring your very erect boyfriend. “You aren’t hungry baby?” you ask with a slight pout. He shakes his head slowly and scans your body up and down, seeing that you’ve foregone a bra. Your nipples poke through the little tank top you’ve thrown on and he desperately wants to lean down and put them in his mouth.

You snicker at how obvious he’s being. You knew he’d get like this as soon as he saw you. You’re surprised he didn’t crumble and fall to his knees the moment you kissed him. There had been many nights throughout these past few weeks where he’d text you alluding to wanting to see you, touch you, taste you, anything. All of which you would shut down and sternly tell him to not touch himself. “The only one that’s making you cum this month is me, do you understand?” you had firmly told him one night. He whimpered and whinily agreed. He’s such a good boy, your good boy.

Now with you right in front of him, looking the way that you do, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. You laugh and swallow the last bite of your food and turn to him. “Ok ok, I get it,” you say as you lean in to kiss him. He immediately wants to deepen it but you push him back before he has the chance. “Don’t you want to make a little toast first?” you don’t think he could get any poutier. “If I drink this wine can we have sex after?” you giddily nod and pour your glasses. “To us,” you clink your glasses together and watch as he hastily downs his whole cup. This is definitely gonna be a long night.

Without even considering letting you finish, he dives in for another long kiss. You smile into it and place your glass on the table to focus your full attention on him. Tongues dancing for dominance that he beautifully succumbs to. You climb on top of him slowly and straddle his firm thighs. You’ll never get over how such a strong man will willingly submit to your every whim. He’s so perfect. 

He runs his hands up and down your sides and feels how soft you are. He knows you’ve been insecure about your body in the past, but he’s always loved it. Even before you agreed to be his girlfriend, he’d savor any ounce of physical contact with you if it meant he got to feel your tiny squishy self against his lean muscular form. Your thighs squeeze around his hips and you push your heat against his straining bulge. He moans wantonly. This is what he’s been craving. Your warmth on top of him. The only thing that could make this better is you letting him inside of you to feel it completely. He bucks his hips into yours to hint at what he wants. But you know, you’ve known since before he walked into your place. If he had things his way, he would’ve picked you up and taken you on the front door. But he enjoys the teasing and the waiting. He enjoys the thrill of not knowing what’ll happen next. He enjoys anything you’ll allow him. 

Your kisses descend upon his jaw and neck as his cold hands fiddle with the hem of your tank top. He gives you a pleading look, silently asking if he can take it off, which causes you to nod as an affirmative. He quickly takes it off and leans back to do the same to his own shirt. Seeing his bare chest will forever be a treat for you. You're sure he could say the same if his ogling of your boobs is anything to go by. “You’re so pretty,” he sighs. His pupils dilate as he softly squeezes them in his hands. “Wanna suck on them,” he mumbles. You giggle and tell him to go ahead which he does swiftly. There’s something lethargic about watching him suck and play with your nipples. Even when not in a sexual context, he likes to have you in his mouth absentmindedly. You’re starting to think it’s become a comfort thing for him. He looks so at peace. His cold fingers contrast his warm tongue and it only adds to your pleasure. You rock against him harder which causes him to part from your nipples to whine. 

“Please- please can I be inside of you? I need it, I’m so full angel please,” he rushes out. “You wanna fill me up baby?” you respond gently, cupping his face with your hands. His doe eyes framed by your fresh set of acrylics is such a pretty sight to see. He nods and whispers another please. He looks so good when he begs. You wish you could take a mental screenshot of this moment.

You get up to discard your shorts and lacy pink panties while he impatiently just tugs his pants and boxers down to his knees. You’ve decided he’s had enough teasing for the night and quickly guide his throbbing length inside your embarrassingly wet pussy. He lets out a sob as you bottom out on him completely. You give yourself a brief second to adjust and let him recuperate from everything that happened in the last 60 seconds or so. You give him a small peck and ask if he’s ready, to which he replies with a soft yes and squeezes your hips for emphasis. With that, you slowly lift your hips and plop back down with a quickness. He’s so fucking big; not only is he long, but he’s slightly thick too. He’s always leaving your poor pussy sore but he fills you so fucking well you can’t find it in you to care. You set a fast pace as you’re overcome with your own need to feel good. You can’t wait for him to cum inside you. The moment you told him you were on birth control and that you were ok with him finishing inside he almost lost his mind. You’ve come accustomed and even excited to feel his love filling you in the most physical way. 

His hands grip your hips firmly as he throws his head back and takes the pleasure he’s receiving. You’re squeezing around him tightly and bouncing up and down on him so swiftly, he feels like he’s basking in the glows of heaven. “Ahh ____ you’re gonna milk it out of me fuck,” he moans loudly. His voice tends to heighten in pitch whenever he’s close and his eyes start to water as if he’s on the verge of bursting into tears. This however, only encourages you to get him there quickly. You wanna see tears streak down his face as he releases two weeks’ worth of cum inside of you. You bet he has so much. It might even overflow. With this thought, you move even faster, telling him to keep his eyes on you. “Don’t close your eyes baby, I wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum inside me ok?” you tell him. He tries his hardest to keep his eyes open, but the tears in his eyes cloud his vision. He blinks profusely in an attempt to clear them. He wants you to be the only thing he sees. He’s gonna cum any second now. It feels too good, you’re overwhelming his senses and he can’t hold it anymore. “____! I- fuck I’m cumming I’m cumming I”m sorry I can’t hold it,” his revere breaks as you feel spurts of warm cum release deep in your heat. You gasp and furrow your brows as you halt your movement. Pleasure racks through both of your bodies as you both cum together. You rock your hips back and forth to ride it out but it only causes him to whine loudly in overstimulation. He wants to go again. He still has more to give you.

“Keep going please I still have more,” he says breathily. Unfortunately for him, you are far too tired to keep riding him. Your legs are sore and you’ve frankly overexerted yourself. ‘Maybe I should take up on his offers on going to the gym,’ you think offhandedly. You place your head next to his ear and pant, “Fuck me baby, c’mon. Do whatever you want.” It’s almost as if a flip switches in his brain as he’s given permission to fuck you in any way he pleases. At this, he grips his hips and lifts you up slightly to pound his cock into you. His balls slap against your soft pussy as he sets a quick pace. You feel like a little doll with the way he fucks into you. You can’t help but notice that even when he’s fucking you like this, manhandling you into any position he wants, he’s still whining and looking at you with complete and utter adoration. He pulls you in to give you a sloppy kiss as he cums for the second time that night. He moans into your mouth as you feel the tears that seem to continuously fall from his eyes on your cheeks. He pulls away to give you both a chance to breathe. 

His forehead rests against yours as he gasps for breath. You feel his cock twitch inside of you. “Kookie..are you still-” you stop yourself as he buries his head into your chest and cries. “M’ sorry I just- I missed you so much. I’ve been wanting this so bad angel. I just wanna fuck you over and over again. I’ve been saving it all for you. Just like you told me to,” he sobs into you. Your poor baby, he’s been suffering more than you thought he has. You wonder how he would’ve coped had you not have added the dumb “no touching yourself” to your little challenge. Probably by stroking himself to the thought of you every night. You clench at the thought. He lifts his head with widened eyes. You didn’t cum! And he did! How selfish could he be? He gently lifts you off of him and lays you back on the couch. He gives you a big, loving kiss and makes his way downwards. “Wait! Not on the couch, this shit is hard to clean,” you hurriedly say. He smiles bashfully and picks you up to carry you to your room.

It’s like you weigh nothing to him, a sentiment that makes you blush and giggle into his neck. He smiles and pecks your head before he flops you down on your soft sheets (that’ll definitely need to be washed thoroughly once he’s done with you). He gets down on his knees and looks up at you. You are nothing but a goddess in his eyes. The love of his life. He’ll do anything for you. You stare back at him and card your nails through his hair, gazing at him tenderly. This is exactly how it should be. Him on his knees staring up at you in awe, and you, pushing his head straight to your cum-filled pussy. You’d laugh if he didn’t instantly wrap his lips around your swollen clit. 

He runs his tongue up and down your cunt, cleaning it the best he can whilst simultaneously trying to get you to climax on his tongue. He fucks his tongue into you as he brings his chilly fingers to your clit. You yelp and moan loudly. “Fuck yes, just like that baby. That’s so good,” you praise. His bright eyes look up at you as he rubs your slick bud in circular motions, his tongue never stopping its pace inside. He parts from between your thighs briefly to whisper to you “Please cum for me angel. Wanna make you feel good,” and goes back to eating you with intent. That does it for you, you see a burst of white behind your eyelids as you cum messily on his face. This has got to be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, as you can’t stop shaking and trembling. He kisses your shaky thighs and caresses them softly to bring you back down.

He kisses his way back up to your face to check if you’re ok. “You alright?” he asks delicately. He pecks all over your face as he sees you slowly but surely come back to him. When your eyes flutter open, you’re shocked to see that his face is drenched. “Did I…,” he smiles brightly and nods. “I made you squirt angel,” he says with a grin. He’s lucky he’s cute, otherwise you’d be extremely annoyed with his cockiness. He looks so proud of himself though, so you’ll let it slide this one time. While you’d love to just pass out and deal with the mess later, you can’t help but notice the incessant hardness poking your stomach. “One more?” you question. He pouts once more and nods with pleading eyes. “Just one more, I promise,” he says. You relent and turn over on your stomach, maybe if he goes easy on you, you can even rest a little while he reaches his peak. But this is Jungkook, of course that’s not going to happen.

He grips your hips and hikes your ass up to get you into just the position he wants. He’s kind enough to put a pillow underneath you so as to not strain your back as much. The tip of his cock has been leaking ever since he got on his knees to eat your pretty pussy that he loves, and the throbbing was starting to become painful. He runs his dick through your folds to slicken himself up and whimpers when the tip catches onto your slit. With a soft kiss to your back, he thrust himself inside. Since he’s eaten you and stretched you so thoroughly, there’s no need for you to adjust, so he starts jackhammering into your cunt right away. He still feels so full, he loves the sound of his fat balls pounding away your plush little pussy. When he feels this good, he can’t seem to keep quiet.

“Mmmm this is so good, so fucking good. I’m so sorry baby, I can’t stop. I wanna fill you over and over. Look so pretty with my cum stuffed inside of you,” and here come the waterworks. He’s so sensitive, fucking you like this almost hurts. But he can’t stop, not until he’s completely empty. His thrusts are nothing short of quick and concise. He loves when you let him use you like this. Nothing but sounds of your wetness, his balls pattering against your bud, and the sounds of your combined moans run throughout the small apartment. You’re definitely gonna get another noise complaint.

“Baby, you can slow down it’s ok, don’t overwork yourself,” you plead. His tears almost make you want to stop him altogether and give him a chance to calm down. Jungkook, on the other hand, has no intentions on stopping. “No! I can’t, I need to keep going! Please don’t make me stop I wanna cum again please please please,” he sobs. He’s so close, he can feel it swirling in his stomach. He just needs a little more and then he can finally milk all the cum he’s been saving for you out of him. You, incidentally, are close to cumming too. In fact, you’re learning that this feeling you’re experiencing is that you’re about to squirt again. “Koo- oh my god, I- baby I’m gonna-” you stumble. “Me too, me too, fuck. Let go angel, make a mess on me again,” he rushes out as his thrusts increase. He spits on his fingers and runs them along your hard little bud. You try to muffle your scream into your pillows as you release all over his chest and your sheets. Seeing and feeling you squirt all over him causes him to reach his climax as well. He pumps every last bit of cum that he has inside your battered pussy as he thanks you profusely. Just as you expected, it overflows and drips back down your thighs. Jungkook collapses as softly as he can on top of you as you both breathe heavily. His cock finally softens and he reluctantly pulls it out as gently as he can. 

As he heavily plops himself down next to you, he sees that you’ve knocked out, already snoring lightly. He chuckles and pulls you into his chest. “Thank you angel. I love you, so so much,” he whispers. This is exactly what he wanted for Christmas. You safe in his arms and full of his cum.

[wonwoonlight]

are you like me too? / kwon soonyoung

⇢ Soonyoung x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: 1.1k

⇢ angst // breakup(??)!au // comfort?

⇢ A/N: i wrote this in like, 30 minutes bc i was watching the epik high and hosh's performance in akmu's show and got a random burst of writing juice so. enjoy? i'm obsessed w the song and this particular part btw so it's definitely inspired by that. as always not proofread but do enjoy somehow lol

요즘 뭘 먹고 마시고 어떤 행복을 찾는지 what are you eating and drinking these days? what kid of happiness are you looking for? epik high ft. hoshi - screen time

[ - - - ]

Soonyoung has never felt so stupid.

But, then again, being drunk and regretful at the same time is an obvious recipe for disaster.

He doesn’t even usually get drunk, as he’s often already passed out before he gets to that point. But there’s something about tonight that compels him to keep on throwing back drinks over drinks even though Jihoon is already looking at him in worry and Chaeyoung is trying to stop him from getting more.

But of course, drunk Kwon Soonyoung is even more hard headed than normal Kwon Soonyoung and Jihoon eventually tells the younger girl to just stop trying because perhaps the guy needs it.

After all, Jihoon knows Soonyoung has been regretting his decision to end… whatever it is he had with a certain someone and he hasn’t had the chance to properly throw himself a pity party that it’s probably been eating him inside out for the past week.

“Why the fuck did I…” He mutters to himself, not even caring that two of his friends are there worried out of their minds. He eventually kicks them out an hour later because he can only handle so much pity being thrown his way in his own fucking house. 

He’s pitiful–pathetic, he knows, but it doesn’t make things any better and he does need this to (hopefully) make peace with whatever stupid decision he made last week to end things with you.

You’re not even his girlfriend–and whose fault is that?–he swallows another shot bitterly. And yet suddenly not having you any longer feels more painful than the last time he broke up with his ex-girlfriend.

Is it simply the alcohol, bubbling thoughts into his mind? Amplifying the pains even though it’s not really all that?

He glares at his phone, silent with nonexistent notifications from you. And then he looks at the mirror and glare at himself for pushing himself into such a situation.

Why did he think it was a good call to cut you off his life when it was him who talked to you first, asked for your number, begged you for a chance to go on dates, and now grovelling in his own room because he told you that he thinks it’s better to stop seeing each other when you’re not even yet in a relationship.

What was there to end, really?

A possibility, perhaps. 

Love that was possibly growing in your heart that he cruelly plucked when it hadn’t even bloomed.

Is that a good thing, then?

Would it hurt more for you if your feelings had grown deeper than what you currently harbour towards him?

He takes his phone and scrolls through your old texts once again. He can probably recite them in his sleep at this point, but he doesn’t care because he misses you and he wishes he still has you–your texts, your laughter, your touch, your voice–you. 

🧡: look at this dumb dog lmaoooo

how can u call him dumb :(

hes cute u meanie :(

🧡: //youre/// dumb🙄🙄

🧡: you know i dont mean it like that 😠😠😠😠

🧡: how dare you make me a villain against dogs!!!!

He takes a deep breath as he plays the video you sent for the nth time, still having it in him to smile at your small dog trying to jump into the sofa even though you had laid out a perfectly new dog stairs right next to it.

He presses his lips together at the sound of your laughter in the background, probably the only way he’s still able to hear it now. 

It’s only been a week. He knows it’s only been a fucking week. But he’s already wondering how you’re doing and who’s making you laugh, if you get to eat that dumpling that you’ve been wanting to try since last month, if you’re sending your dog videos to someone else now, if you’re still watching the drama that you were watching with him.

…If someone’s holding you because, maybe… and just maybe… you’re also as sad as he is.

He hopes you’re not though. He doesn’t wish this wrenching feeling in his chest upon you.

He hopes you don’t like him enough to be as sad as he is.

He hopes you don’t like him enough to drink yourself to sleep–to numb the pain and silence the voices inside your head.

Closing his eyes, he contemplates on calling you. But he remembers that it was him who rids himself of that choice.

“Hello?”

Fuck. He’s even imagining your voice now.

“Hello?” Your voice calls once again, and Soonyoung grips his phone tighter because it’s getting too real and perhaps it is time to stop drinking. “Soonyoung? Are you there? Are you okay?”

He jumps when he realises it’s actually you, panics when he realises he accidentally presses call when he’s too deep in his thoughts. For someone who contemplated on calling you just not too long ago, he’s suddenly hyper aware of the situation and no longer sure what to say.

He opens his mouth to say something, but a violent cough makes it out of his lips–enough for him to hit his chest because it feels like he’s about to vomit though there’s nothing in his throat.

He hears you panic from the other side, and as much as he wants to tell you not to worry and apologize, he couldn’t do it because his head is spinning and a part of him wants you to know that he’s hurting and he’s regretting. 

You already hang up once he’s calmed down.

And it’s thirty minutes later someone knocks on his door, his eyes widening in shock when he finds you on the other side, seemingly running out of your place in a hurry because you simply have a jacket over your pajamas. 

“Are you okay?” You look up in worry, your hand already busy trying to see his temperature. It’s when you realize that Soonyoung has been looking at you in silence that it finally hits you that you’re not supposed to do this.

That he… he breaks up with you before you even begin dating and you’re probably out of your fucking mind for thinking that you should rush to him the moment you think he might need help.

Mistaking his silence as resentment, you quickly retract your hand and apologize. But before you can even turn away, Soonyoung pulls you into his place and closes the door and then wraps his arms around you.

You can’t even begin to comprehend what’s happening, but when you feel his body shaking and hear him trying to hide his tears on your shoulder, you decide it doesn’t matter.

For whatever reason, Soonyoung is hurting.

Whether he’s hurting because of you or some other reason, he’s hurting and he’s looking for comfort in you if the way he holds you so tight that it hurts a little and the smell of alcohol on him says anything.

You hug him back and Soonyoung cries harder. 

[ - - - ]

©wonwoonlight – all rights reserved. I don’t allow any reposting, translation, and any other kind of redistribution of this fic. Please tell me if you’re aware of anyone doing this without my permission.

A/N: wow been so long since i wrote for him???

[her-favorite]

NESSA BARRETT

NESSA BARRETT X F!READER

warnings: mentions of sex (sort of)? but none!! just fluff :))

wc: 1,014 - short but cute!

a/n: gif creds to tinybox! - FIRST NESS FIC AHH!! this was so cute & i loved writing this!! thank you @tan1shere for the request <33

SYNOPSIS: Nessa just wants to lay with her girlfriend <3

tags!: none yet since idk who wants to be tagged!!

“M’tired.” Nessa mumbles into your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you brush your teeth.

“I know you are.” You hum softly, words slightly restricted from the toothbrush in your mouth. It was a long day for Nessa in the studio, redoing lines and trying to figure out new lyrics for her songs. It wasn’t too often that such draining days like these happen, but - unfortunately - today was like that.

Your free hand rests on top of hers that was around your waist, gently rubbing your thumb along the back of hers. Nessa pouts as she leans up to rest her chin on your shoulder, locking eyes with you through the mirror in front of you both. Her plump pink lips looked beyond inviting as she watches you, taking your standing position to advantage as she cuddles into you.

“Go lay down.” You suggest softly, leaning forward slightly to spit out the toothpaste that has been collecting in your mouth and along your lips. A light chuckle emits from you when an immediate shake of your girlfriend’s head results from your words. Nessa’s arms instinctively squeeze around your waist, tilting her head slightly to press her lips against your skin.

“Wanna be with you.” She murmurs, smushing her cheek against your shoulder as she rests against it. Her words make your heart flutter. Besides dating her for over a year, Nessa always has a way to still make butterflies swarm your stomach. It was like the ‘honeymoon stage’ had never left, no matter how long you both have been together. Even if you two were in an argument (though, they never lasted long), there’s not one time where you don’t feel anything but euphoria when you’re with your girlfriend. It seemed unrealistic, like something out of a movie; a lie. But it wasn’t - all of it was real, real love.

“I’m almost done.” You reassure her as you let your toothbrush rest under the faucet, washing away the residing toothpaste from it. Putting it back where it sits with Nessa’s, you look back at the mirror and find her hypnotic green eyes. She looks at you with such love it could’ve made you melt had that been possible. Her lips curl up softly as she gazes at you, giving you another small peck on your shoulder, leading up to your neck.

“I love this.” Nessa whispers, the tip of her nose tickling the skin of your neck as she presses soft kisses against it. Despite the slight grazes that made little giggles leave your lips, her words make that same giddy feeling light up in your stomach again. Moments like these always feel so surreal - to think that she’s your girl, clinging to you as you brush your teeth just because she didn’t want to be away from you for more than a second.

“I love you.” You say back, leaning back into her and her kisses. Your reply makes her smile, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she playfully nips at your neck. With a surprised gasp, you smile widely as you reach back and lightly slap her thigh. Nessa giggles, squeezing your hips before pressing a kiss over the temporary mark.

“I love you more.” She responds. This ‘argument’ was often, though it always ended the same way. If you could, this would be the only argument you’d want to have with Nessa: who loves each other more. Your lips part to disagree, but she reaches up quickly and puts her palm over your lips with a smile. “Mm-mm,” she hums, shaking her head. “C’mooon,” she whines. “Let’s go to bed.” She states.

Deciding to let it go, your lips curl up but you playfully roll your eyes. Sticking your tongue out, you lick along her palm so she’ll move it away from your mouth. Nessa gives you a ‘really?’ look through the mirror. “Licking my hand won’t gross me out, Y/N.” She says. “We’ve done worse.” Nessa smirks, laughing at your raised brows. She squeaks once you nip at her palm, recreating her action from a few minutes before.

“C’mooon,” You repeat her words, smiling as you start to retreat to your shared bedroom. Nessa keeps her hands on you as she quickly follows you, subconsciously biting on her bottom lip as she eyes the bed coming into view. As she looks at it, Nessa feels the sudden exhaustion wash over her. She knew she was tired, but as soon as she saw the soft, inviting mattress, all she wanted to do was lay there with you as you held her until you both fell asleep.

Pulling back the covers, you fall on to the bed as Nessa joins beside you. She sets her stuffed animal on the opposite side of her as she instinctively cuddles in to you, wrapping her arms around your middle as she hides her face in the crook of your neck. The tv was already turned on, casting a light glow on the both of you, bedside lamps turned off once you made your way into the bedroom. The dull sound of the show fades into the background as you held your girlfriend, your breathing evening out as you relax with her practically on top of you.

“Missed you today.” You whisper, kissing the top of her head as you rubbed her back softly. Nessa hums quietly, nodding slightly in agreement. It was clear how tired she was, unable to even verbally reply to you. Though, it wasn’t like she had to - her answer was obvious enough.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” You mumble, resting your cheek on her head as you notice her body start to loosen. It was always easy to tell when sleep was taking over her and it was just about to before she mumbles a quick, “g’night, baby.”

Her words make you smile as your hand on her back doesn’t stop, only soothing her more. As exhaustion takes over, Nessa cuddles into you, savoring your warmth and security.

There’s not one thing she would trade this for.

[dorotheataylor]

Begin Again

Pairing- Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary- Based on Begin Again (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift <3

Warnings- Slight angst, kissing, a lot of Fluff and as always my poor english :)

Word count- 1.6k

A/N- Long time no see people. So here I am with a Fred Weasley fic coz I love this dork sm. Also this happens after the war and yes Fred is alive coz he never died (im delusional)

It was Wednesday, probably your least favourite day of the week. You were getting ready for work, deciding to wear heels for today.

“Don’t wear them, they don’t look good on you.” Your ex-boyfriend would have said if he were here. You sighed and looked into the mirror.

“But I look good in them.” You smiled at yourself before leaving. You decided to walk to the ministry for today rather than apparating, stopping by a cafe to grab a quick morning coffee for a head start for the day. Your headphones played a song you loved.

“I don’t get this song.” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve commented if he were here. You shook your head and smiled through the song.

“But I do.”

As you walked towards the cafe, you suddenly bumped into someone who was much taller than you. The things they were carrying dropped on the floor as you quickly bent down to pick them up, removing your headphones from ears to your neck, apologies never stopping to leave from your mouth.

“I’m really sorry for not paying attention, hope I didn’t break anything.” You said, finally looking at the stranger’s face as you gave them the last thing you picked.

It was a man. A really good looking and tall man. He had red hair, which were perfectly messed up, his smile looking genuine as he smiled at you.

“It’s alright.” The handsome stranger said, “I hadn’t been paying attention as well. Reckon its partly my fault too.”

Damn, you could listen to his voice forever if you could. It was as clear as crystal water, as smooth as silk.

If it had been your ex-boyfriend, he would’ve gotten mad. Mad that because of you he dropped his things. He would’ve cursed at you, maybe even yell. You shook your head and quickly came out of your thoughts.

“Guess we’re both sorry then.” You said, trying not get awkward. He chuckled and extended his free hand.

“I’m Fred, Fred Weasley.”

-

Three weeks later on a Wednesday, you walked inside the same cafe, half expecting that Fred wouldn’t arrive. But you were immediately proven wrong when you saw him, already standing near a table, waiting for you.

He waved at you when he saw you and gestured for you to sit across from him. You walked towards him, sitting down as he pulled out the chair for you. He didn’t know how nice this gesture was but you did.

You small talked about everything. You attempted to make jokes about things to which he responded with throwing his head back laughing like a little kid. “That was the funniest thing someone has ever said to me.” He said.

You were surprised at his response. “It wasn’t even funny, why do you even try to be funny when you’re not?” Your ex-boyfriend would’ve said if it were him instead of Fred.

As your conversation went on, you thought that maybe not all relationships are the way your previous ones were. Maybe some included this. Happiness. Because today, on Wednesday, in this cafe, you watched your feelings begin again.

-

“I’ve never met someone who has the collection of all the chocolate frog cards.” He had said laughing a little when you showed him your card collection. “Well except my brother Ron of course. This is impressive.”

You had smiled and responded, “thanks. I’ve liked chocolate frogs since I first ate them on my way to Hogwarts, back in first year.”

“I kind of figured, it’s cute if you ask me.” He had smiled, making you blush.

He had been telling you about himself and his family. You had been listening intently and laughing every time he told you about the pranks he had played on other students along with his brother George, back when he was in Hogwarts.

You told him about yourself, getting shy occasionally which he couldn’t comprehend why, but you did. He was the sweetest man you had ever talked to.

He eventually took you to meet his family. You were a nervous wreck, to which he had assured you that there was nothing to worry about and his family especially his mother were going to love you.

And he was right. His mother, Molly Weasley who was also a redhead welcomed you as if you were her own. His father, Arthur Weasley was also genuinely interested in knowing about your work. He had asked you many questions related to your work field, making you smile a little as you didn’t really have anyone who was interested in what you did.

His siblings were all friendly towards you. You had immediately gotten along with George, which made Fred smile to himself. You had even given some advices on how they can improve their shop works. Ron showed you his chocolate frog card collection and told you how he still had some missing. You offered yours to him to which he smiled and agreed happily. Ginny treated you as her sister, very much interested in getting to know you more.

You liked the Weasleys, and the fact they accepted you made both you and Fred happy. He had kissed your forehead once you reached your doorstep, after he had insisted on walking you home. That night neither you nor Fred slept, replaying the moment you spent together.

-

Christmas was around the corner and snow had started to gather everywhere. Everyone you could see were busy shopping for holidays.

You were in a shop, buying gifts for Fred and his family. You smiled when you saw the things that Fred had talked about many times and how much he would love it if got it. You made your way to pay, the cashier surprised to see you buying gifts.

“You’re buying gifts for yourself?” he asked. You and the cashier had been friends for many years as you were a frequent customer in his store.

“No, they’re for my- friend and his family.” you had hesitated because you two hadn’t made anything official. Hell was there anything even to make it official? You thought.

The cashier smiled, “explains why you look better than before since last few weeks. Finally got someone right?”

You smiled and nodded back at him and said, “I’m giving love a chance to begin again.”

-

You and Fred were walking back to your house, hand in hand as he small talked about everything. You hadn’t been paying attention, your mind going back to your ex-boyfriend.

You didn’t remember anytime when you and him were like this, peaceful and most of all- happy.

You decided to tell Fred about him so you said, “I wanted to-”

“I wanted to-” he said at same time as you, making both of you laugh.

“You first.” You said.

“I wanted to tell you that my mother wants me to invite you home for the Christmas dinner.” He said sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“I don’t know, Fred. Christmas dinner is for families and-”

He interrupted, “But you’re a part of the family now. Please come, Y/N. I’ll feel better if you did. Plus we’ll get a jumper knitted by my mother herself with our initials on it. It's a family tradition for every Christmas."

"Okay, I'll be there." You said with a smile. Fred grinned widely and kissed your cheek in excitement making you a flustered mess and you thanked Merlin for the cold.

You forgot all about your ex-boyfriend as Fred went on to tell you stories of pranks he played on Ron with George. You had a small smile on your face as you listened to him, and for the first time you thought 'what happened in the past stays in the past'.

-

It was New Year's Eve and you and Fred were decorating your house for the party later tonight. He watched you as you were focused on shaping the cookie dough to bake. Your tongue was grazing your upper lip, ounces of flour around your forehead.

He blushed and looked away when you caught him staring and resumed his work, smiling to himself.

Night came on and the party was in full swing. Fred and George were entertaining the guests with the products from their joke shop. Ginny and Hermione helped you serve the drinks as Ron and Harry small talked, drinks in their hands.

And the time came for which everyone was waiting. The new year countdown. Everyone gathered around near the clock as it ticked. Suddenly, Fred took you by your hand and led you to the balcony.

People started counting backwards as Fred took your hands in his. He looked nervous and your heart couldn't help but pick up its pace.

"10!"

"Y/N, I've known you for almost an year now and I don't think I can deny it any longer."

"7"

"You have always been so kind to others but never to yourself. So I want to be the one to take care of you. You have showed me many times what I'm worth of. You showed me a new way to view life."

"5!"

"Fred, what are you saying?" You asked, quietly.

"3!

"I'm saying that I love you, Y/N. All of you. And I'll never get tired of admitting it. Be my girlfriend, Y/N."

"1!"

You didn't say anything as tears fell down your cheeks. You grabbed him by his collars and attached your lips with his. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer when you heard everyone screaming.

"Happy New Year!"

Fred and you smiled into the kiss as he sealed the promise of never hurting you by deepening the kiss. Surely you have had some bad relationships but it was all worth it if it had brought you to Fred Weasley, the redhead which made your belief in love begin again.

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Ah I loved writing this. Thank you for reading!

[earlysunshines]

Zzz

chou tzuyu x fem!reader ; fluff

summary: three nights in a one bedroom hotel with tzuyu, it's different each time but it's heartwarming.

wc: 1.9k

a/n: im soooo tired :-( hope this is alright for you guys :'-)

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you and tzuyu seem to pause in place when you notice that one bed is missing.

the hotel room was nice, sure. i mean it had a wonderful view of the city 

the thing is: you didn't know if your heart could take sharing a bed with tzuyu.

the two of you were sent to a city a few hours away as representatives for the district, the two of you had made it to the finals for your own respective sports. tzuyu was the renowned archery star, everyone knew of her skills and a good amount of the trophies that were displayed in the lobby of your school were from her. similarly, you were the swim victor— you were also pretty well-known for your achievements, but tzuyu was certainly acknowledged more for her brains and especially her beauty, as well as her sweet, unreserved personality. 

you and tzuyu were pretty friendly, good friends. the two of you had worked on a project before, she had come to your house and whatnot— your grandma had even asked if she was your girlfriend (and it had your cheeks all red, your grandma wanted you finished.)

you were not opposed to the idea of traveling with tzuyu to represent your school and district; in fact, you thought it would be fun to maybe get to know her a little better, i mean, the two of you had already spent a decent amount of time. you wouldn't mind spending time with the prettiest girl in the school.

"was there a mistake...?" you say lowly, trying not to offend her (maybe you're overthinking it, would it be offensive in the first place?)

"we could ask the front desk to change? only if you're uncomfy with, you know..." she starts. "but, um, i'm fine sleeping with... you know with you..." tzuyu trails off, implying that she's okay with sleeping next to you, but her brain scrambles and she can't muster up the courage to say what she's trying to.

you turn your head to look at her and your gazes meet, her cheeks are a little flushed.

"tzuyu i," your nervous words form, but you're unable to hold eye contact. "if you don't want to trouble them... i'm fine with you know, i mean, only if you're...?"

"yeah," tzuyu hums awkwardly, "we can do that."

"only if you're comfy with it."

"y/n, it's fine. i'm comfy and if it's you i'm more than fine."

your face burns at her last remark, you nod at her.

there are no words exchanged while you two unpack and situate yourselves in the cozy hotel room—you're especially grateful that the silence isn't uncomfortable, and the atmosphere of the room is seemingly brightened as tzuyu hums softly to a song playing on her phone, it's faint, but it makes your heart do a little flip.

tzuyu showers first and comes out in gray lounge pants, as well a beige t-shirt on, she's effortlessly beautiful.

"did i take too long?" she asks you while running a hand through her slightly damp hair.

"no, it's okay." you respond.

-

after getting out of the shower you change into your pajamas in the bathroom. you have on dark, plaid sweatpants and a comfy sweatshirt. it's simple and cozy. when you gaze into the mirror after moisturizing your face, you get a little self-conscious, i mean, you are spending the night in the same bed with chou tzuyu. half, if not most the school would kill to be in your place.

when you walk out the door and your gaze lands on the bed, tzuyu is already situated. her head is on a pillow and her cheek just barely mushes against the mattress while she looks through her phone. she looks so relaxed under the large, white blanket (and she looks so cute you might lose your cool then and there.)

don't make it weird.

tzuyu notices you rubbing the towel against your hair and smiles sweetly. you smile back and the slight tension seems to die down.

as you get yourself situated, tzuyu continues to pay attention to whatever was on her phone. you decide to go on yours as well to avoid anything awkward.

the moment of being glued to each others phones only lasts a couple minutes before you yawn, making tzuyu giggle quietly.

"tired?"

"a little." you sigh, putting the phone down.

you set your head down on the pillow and tzuyu turns to meet your eyes. it's strangely intimate and you have to shift your gaze away as you pull the blanket over your body—the blanket that you two have to share, and you're careful not to make contact with her legs under the cotton.

"we should probably sleep y'know, since we have our events," you mumble, still facing her with heavy eyelids.

there's a good amount of space in between the two of you, the bed is a queen-sized one after all. a foot of space sits between the two of you (you assume), yet you're still flustered from the shared warmth under the blanket—a small move and boom, you're practically cuddling with chou tzuyu.

"yeah, you should definitely get more sleep though—isn't your sport pretty tiring?" tzuyu questions.

"kinda." (very.)

"you're impressive, y/n." and tzuyu says that under her breath. it makes you smile and laugh softly.

"maybe." you mumble, eyes about to shut.

"goodnight y/n." tzuyu says, smiling.

"goodnight." you respond, and you shift over to turn away from her, just so it isn't too awkward.

tzuyu's a bit disappointed that she can only see your back. she might've wanted to see your sleepy look—but she'd never admit that.

-

even though you had fallen asleep first, tzuyu wakes up before you. 

she shifts a little in her sleep before opening her eyes, and when she can process her surroundings she finds herself noticeably closer to you. tzuyu's face is a couple of inches away from your face, and she grins at the way your cheek smushes against the pillow. 

cute.

you're turned on your side and one of your arms is dangerously close to hers, just barely grazing her own arm and it a warm feeling flashes through her chest.

tzuyu gets up slowly, rubbing her eyes as she looks towards the window of the hotel room. the sun is still rising—how beautiful, she thinks. 

the shorter athlete gets up and stretches, a light groan leaving her lips as she gets up on her feet.

when tzuyu finishes getting ready in teh bathroom, she's met with a sleepy y/n sitting on the bed who's rubbing her face and stretching her arms out. 

there's something about your messy hair, the way it falls down over your face and sticks out at the ends. there's also something about your tired eyes and puffy face in the morning—it's adorable. 

-

night two.

it's almost identical to the night before, though you reach the hotel room with slumped shoulders and sore bodies instead of surprise from seeing a single bed.

tzuyu showers first again, and you shower thereafter—same as last time.

what's different about this night is that tzuyu is sitting up on the bed now instead of lying there cutely, but she's still on her phone scrolling away.

you're the one who lays down as soon as you reach the bed, sighing as the mattress eases your aching muscles. the exhausted sigh that you let out makes tzuyu redirect her attention towards you, and she smiles at the sight of you looking up at the ceiling tiredly.

"how did your events go?" tzuyu asks you, setting her phone down on the nightstand and giving you her undivided attention.

"overwhelming." you sigh. "everyone there was really good, different from our district."

"you made it to the finals though right?"

"barely." 

tzuyu frowns at you and decides that your sulking isn't going to cut it.

"i saw you for a bit, you did well. gosh, swimming must be hard, but you looked incredible out there." tzuyu says, and it makes you smile softly. you move to prop yourself up on your elbows.

"thanks." you say, even though you're still a bit disappointed by your previous performance. "you did good too, i saw the way you hit bullseye."

"i missed one."

"at least you made third." you recall, trying to comfort her in some way. there's a small silence that stretches out after your response—it's interrupted by you collapsing on the bed again and sighing tiredly. "don't beat yourself up too much, you did great." you add, closing your eyes. "let's get some sleep so we can do better tomorrow, yeah?"

tzuyu hums and lets herself lay down next to you so that she's facing you. the evident difference from the night before was that this space between the two of you is just slightly closer.

"thanks y/n," tzuyu murmurs. "goodnight."

"sleep well, tzuyu."

the difference tonight is that you don't turn around completely; instead, you lay down on your back—which lets tzuyu admire your soft features before you close your eyes. tzuyu likes the sight.

-

the difference in the next morning is that tzuyu wakes up with her head close to your shoulder—basically against it—and her hand is rested against your forearm. the warmth radiating off of you is dangerous; it almost tempts tzuyu to press closer.

the faint scent of vanilla fills her nose as she breathes in, and she realizes that this is the closest she's been to you. it's nerve racking, it makes the butterflies down in her stomach start to flutter.

-

night three.

it's the same again: tzuyu showers first, you follow and end up on the bed less than fifteen minutes later.

the two of you lay down next to each other on your backs while facing the ceiling, the room is silent—the only sound heard is the small breaths from the two of you. both of you are a bit drained from your respective sports; especially you since you've had to swim so damn much. 

tzuyu turns to her side, facing the side of your face. 

"you did good, y/n."

"i tried." you mutter in defeat. 

"third place isn't bad."

"you got first." you respond, though you make sure there's no jealousy or anything negative in your tone. you're genuinely proud of her getting first place, you remember smiling so brightly as soon as you saw her on the podium.

"well," tzuyu starts, but you cut her off.

"you don't have to comfort me or anything, i'm just glad i got to experience something as big as this." you begin, pulling the soft blanket over you and turning to face her with a cheek pressed against the matress. "and i liked spending time with you," the last part is muttered under your breath, nearly incoherent. tzuyu picks it up, though.

"yeah." she breaths out.

the two of you seem to stray away from the topic of sports that night, instead, both of you seem to ramble about anything else. it's unexpected, but it's really nice to let loose and forget about the previously demanding events.

what's different about tonight is that you two talk until you fall asleep—facing each other, an inch or two apart.

-

what's different about the morning is that tzuyu wakes up with an arm around her, and she breathes in the familiar scent of vanilla again. what's different is that her leg is tangled with one of yours—it makes her heart pound. 

she looks up to see you sleeping peacefully—you manage to push her closer into you even in your slumber—tzuyu lets herself snuggle closer into you.

what's different about is that tzuyu lets herself sleep in a little, and she plans on waking up when you do. 

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Twelve

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut !!! (Oral / Very suggestive language) mild anxiety, fluff, alcohol/drinking (it’s a bar, we know this) VERY brief themes with grief, silly banter, flirting, and Come On Eileen mentions.

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Charlotte thinks herself into a little spiral, landing her at the bar. Josh must have made her drink strong tonight, because she definitely made a choice!

Author's Note: Oh babies, I have been vibrating with excitement to post this chapter. We’ve made it through the dry-spell!! 🫡🫦 have fun!!

Talk (Unreleased) - Harry Styles "Don't ask me to talk about, I don't wanna talk at all."

“Maybe she was right. Maybe they were both right. I should just live a little,” I mutter to myself as I pace the house. You deserve to be happy; just let it happen. 

Daydreaming about the precious long-haired boy who has my stomach in knots. The way I still can’t believe we kissed more than once. It was hard to deny how sweet he was. Always made sure I didn’t walk to my car alone at night. Asking me to text him when I make it home. Checking that it’s okay that he kissed me, even though I went for him first. 

I’ve never met someone who had me so smitten so quickly. It would be a lie to say I’m not a little nervous, but I’m trying to do right by Cassie. She told me to stop thinking myself out of happiness and so .. I’m trying not to think too hard. 

I wish I needed to be there today. 

Mindlessly tidying up to try and keep myself distracted, I look through the handful of books sitting on the coffee table. For transparency’s sake, they are all romances. Maybe it’s because I just don’t have anything non-fiction on my to-be-read list or the fact that I feel like I’ve seemingly met a man written by a woman; the world will never know. 

Flipping one of them over to read the summary on the back, in italics, reads ‘friends with benefits.’ It stops me in my tracks, metaphorically. ..That’s a bad idea.. Right? I shake my head, trying to rid the idea entirely. Tossing it back on the coffee table and staring at it like it just insulted me personally. 

I pick up my phone, seeing the time, 4:03 pm, with an unread message from him.

Jacob: someone keeps queuing up the same song on the jukebox and I cant stop laughing

Jacob: idk how many times you can listen to Come On Eileen before you lose your mind but I have to be close to it 

I laugh at the idea of him losing it while behind the bar, especially with how calm his demeanor is. I can’t picture him being distraught. What if I just went and got a drink? That wouldn’t be weird, right?  

Me: Too many ‘too loo rye ay’s for you huh?

I mean, we are basically friends at this point and we’ve made out twice.. I don’t think me going to the bar for a drink would be .. wrong?  Staring at my leggings and fuzzy socks, I get up and quickly walk into my bedroom. I stare at myself in the full-length mirror; my hair is still fairly curled from last night. 

I pull out my olive cigarette pants, toss them onto my bed, and start digging through my closet. Finding an off-white sweater hiding in the back, I think I can make this cute. Changing into those and standing in front of the mirror, I tuck the bottom of the sweater up into the band on my bra, cropping it slightly. 

“That feels better, I think,” I mumbled to myself. I slide my belt through the loops, pulling things together even more. Adjusting my necklace to sit on top of the sweater, moving the clasp back to it’s rightful place. 

I grab my phone from the bed, take a picture in the mirror, pulling up the group chat; 

The Laid-Ease 🤩

Me: [sends photo] is this cute? 

Quinn: YES YES YES

Willa: very!!

Mel: Oooooo! Yes 😍

I smile at their responses, feeling a little more confident in my impulse decision. I sit in front of my mirror with all my makeup next to me. I take my time, making sure everything looks how I want it. I typically stick with natural-looking makeup because I’ve always liked my freckles and don’t want to hide them. The least I can do is feel cute if I’m going to go sit at the bar, you know, just in case.  

Sufficiently killing enough time so that I didn’t get to the bar too early. Finding a parking spot proved to be a little more difficult tonight. But being further away, I was able to sit here for a minute before walking over. 

Is this a dumb idea? No Char- you need to just go inside and get a drink. Josh is probably bartending anyway, so he’ll probably just talk to you. 

Forcing myself out of the car, I slowly walk over to the bar, taking deeper breaths as I do, trying not to let anxiety win. I'm doing this for you, Cass.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Luckily for me, I found a seat at the bar, and Josh is an angel. Bringing me a drink quickly and chatting with me for a few minutes before checking in on other customers. 

I slide my book from my bag, making myself comfortable as I sip on my drink for a while. My thoughts get louder as the alcohol slowly hits me. Rereading the same page a few times before actually processing it. 

You know he’s here–just go say hi. Shaking my head as I swallow the last sip of my drink. It’s very unlike me to let anything like this even remotely happen. 

You’ve never caved in a work situation, it’s honestly shocking. Unprofessional if you ask me. Okay but to be fair– none of the people I've had to work with look like him. You really can’t blame me for having eyes. 

Flipping the page of my book, I try to refocus. I wonder what he’s wearing today. Does he have his button up that he hardly buttons on? Jesus, what did Josh put in this drink? 

Forcing myself to read a few more pages before moving my bookmark into its new home. 

“Is Jacob in his office?” I ask Josh as he’s lingering close to where I’m sitting.

He nods quickly, “Where else would he be?” His eyebrows raise as he looks over at me, “I’m sure he’d be happy to see you.”

I slide out of my barstool, adjusting my pants quickly. His office isn’t far down the hall; as I round the corner into the door frame, I take him in for a second. He’s so pretty. 

I gently knock to get his attention, watching his eyes light up as he sees me makes my stomach turn. Just go for it.

His sweet voice lingers in the room as he says, “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

I swallow my nerves and whisper, “I know.” Stepping further into the small space, pushing the door shut behind me. Everything feels like slow motion again.

Turning to him, I’m barely taller than him while he’s sitting; I grab the sides of his face as I lean in. The feeling of his lips against mine makes my heart beat harder. I have kissed my fair share of men in my life, but none compare to him. The way his lips are so soft and how he goes for my bottom lip makes me wonder if he would ever sink his teeth into it. 

“Well, it’s nice to see you too,” he whispers through a small giggle, which makes me laugh with him. His hands gently rest on my waist. The way he looks at me, this man is going to be the death of me. 

I lean back in; this time, I can’t stop how desperate I feel. My hands find the back of his neck; my fingertips pressed into him like I’m afraid he’s going to run away. His grip on me tightens, pulling me closer. My legs bump into his knees; well, there’s only one way to solve this. 

Before I have time to think, I’m straddling his lap, his arms wrapped around me, my hands sliding up into his hair. Oh my god. My breath hitches as he lightly dances his tongue against my lip, and who would I be to deny him that? Goosebumps flood my body as he deepens the kiss, his grip on my shirt getting tighter, pulling me against him harder. I let my teeth grab his bottom lip, barely enough pressure to gently pull it back, when the sweetest little moan escapes him. 

The sound alone was enough to get a girl wet, but then he smiled. And dear god– isn’t his smile gorgeous? A little pink staining his cheeks, we quietly laughed together as I tucked my face into his neck. I breathed him in for a moment, feeling his hands slide up and down my sides. I felt him shift a bit before he pressed a kiss into the base of my neck, sending chills through my body.

He continues to litter slow kisses up my neck and under my jaw as I sit back up. He takes his time, barely lifting up when he moves so I can feel his breath as he inches his way up. Nobody had ever taken the time he had with me; it felt like he was savoring every kiss. 

My hands timidly moved from his neck down to his chest. If we weren’t here, I would be pulling this shirt off of him. Thankfully, his button-up shirts didn’t leave much to the imagination; I gently tugged on one side, revealing his collarbone that I let my fingertips graze. 

He hums against my skin before moving to press a kiss just under my ear. 

“Mmm,” he rasps quietly, “I could stay here all night.” His low voice sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart throb. I need him.

I stand up, grabbing his hands from my waist. 

“Stand up for me?” I ask quietly, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow through. He leans against his desk as I lean into him. It’s my turn to have some fun. 

I kiss down his jawline as my hands find his hips. Tracing along the top of his belt, I move my lips to his neck; his skin is so warm. Deciding to take my chance, I slide his belt over, starting to undo it. 

“Charlotte,” he whispers, “what are you doing?” 

I look up at him, stilling my hands, to ask, “Is this okay?” 

His eyes meet mine, looking back and forth for a moment like he’s trying to make sense of what I’m doing. But honestly, I’m also trying to make sense of it. 

“Of course, it’s okay. I just—“ he stumbles over his words before I cut him off with a kiss. 

I mumble against his lips, “Let’s not talk about it right now.” 

Quickly undoing his belt and popping the button on his jeans, my mouth is already watering. I drop down to my knees as I’m unzipping him, seeing his cock twitch as I do. He leans over me, flipping the lock on the office door. 

I can’t help but press kisses into his stomach just above his boxers, watching the goosebumps flood his skin. Gently tugging the waistband down, letting him free. Holy shit. My hand immediately ran down his length as I glanced up at him.

“All for me, baby?” Slips out, and he just moans quietly in response. What is he doing to me? His face reddening at the pet name, and my heart is pounding at the soft sounds coming from him. Letting my tongue run up to the tip before sliding him into my mouth. I can barely see him gripping his desk, the veins in his hands popping out harder, which only sends another shock through my body. 

Slowly taking more and more, I want to savor the moment. I’ve never wanted to be in this position more in my life. His little whimpers as I move closer to the base, making me throb. I pull my head back, stroking him for a second as I tease him more. 

“Don’t be shy, I wanna hear you,” I tell him. A strained moan falls from his lips. Before going back in for more, I tuck some loose hair behind my ears. Feeling his hands carefully gather all my hair as he wraps it around his fist, he watches me as I move my head quicker. The moans falling from his lips get louder as I pick up speed. 

Knowing he must be getting close, I say the one thing I know will get him going. 

“Come on, Captain.” 

His head drops back as his hand tightens its grip on my hair, he lets out a breathy, “Please.” 

“Let me have it,” I whisper, plunging my head down his length, feeling his little trail of hair barely touch my nose. I bob my head a few times before using my hand to help get him there, feeling his muscles tense before he finally spits out any sort of warning.

“Charlotte- fuck,” is all he can get out before his orgasm hits him. Hearing him moan my name makes my heart flutter. He accidentally tugs harder on my hair, not that I mind. But lettting go to brush the little hairs away from my face as I pull back and tuck him back into his boxers. 

I sat back on my feet, just admiring him in this state. His face was a little flushed, eyes still closed as a little smile crept onto his face. Finally looking down at me, he reached his hands out for me to take. Pulling me close to him as he kisses me, but I move my face back out of shock. 

“But I just-“ I start; most men I have been with would never kiss me after I did that for them.

“Who cares?” He giggles, pecking my lips a few more times. “Don’t even mind the taste since it’s on your lips.” 

“Oh,” is all I can muster. I was so severely unprepared for how secure he actually was in himself. Why is that so sexy? Have I really wasted that many times on guys who are just insecure? I truly didn’t think that something so simple would make him even more attractive, but here we are. 

“Should I sneak back out there?” I ask as he fixes his belt. 

“If you do, I’ll come out and keep you company,” he says, looking back up at me. He looks like he’s fighting a smile, which I can’t decide what option is cuter. I lean myself into him, pressing a few small kisses against his lips. 

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes,” I whisper, wiping my thumb across his lip gently. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Sitting back in my seat at the bar, I watch as Josh makes my drink for me. I can’t believe I did that. My mind races with what just happened, the sounds he made, the way even just the thought makes me shift in my seat. 

“Thank you,” I pipe up as Josh slides my drink over to me. He flashes me a toothy grin before hustling over to take someone’s order. I’m not even halfway through my sip when Jacob’s voice floods my ears. 

“You doin’ alright?” his English accent slips out. He sneaks behind the bar but not too far from me. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up,” I smirk, taking a sip of my drink. The corners of his mouth quirked. He grabbed the towel next to him before walking over to where I sat. 

“Is that so?” He asks, cocking his eyebrow up. The way he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the room makes my body warm. I’ve never had someone make me feel like this before. The way he’s standing in front of me, propping himself up against the bar. How his toned arms are lightly flexed, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look past how nice* his hands are. 

“Maybe,” I squeak out, leaning into my hands to try and get a little closer to him. The grin plastered on my face was undeniable. Looking at him in front of me after what just happened makes my head feel dizzy, and I’ve only had one drink. 

“Well, I’m very sorry, honey,” he says, just loud enough for me to hear. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’ll be damned; he’s good at it. “Rude of me to leave such a pretty girl like you waiting.” He thinks I’m pretty.  

My mouth moves faster than my brain can when I respond with, “I’ll let it slide this time.” Letting my eyes wander all over him as if nobody could see me. Noticing the way he’s biting the inside of his lip, the little twitch in his hand as my eyes drop to them. The movement of his necklace when he leans forward only fills my head with horrible thoughts. The thought of them bouncing off his chest as he– 

“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, subtly biting his lip. “Promise.” The look he’s giving me makes my thighs clench together. 

“Oh, I’ll be looking forward to that,” I try to hide how nervous that makes me. I haven’t done anything with someone for a while, let alone having someone … do something for me. Usually on my own for that. 

He stares at me for another second before letting his head drop back a little. He stares at the ceiling before shaking it as he looks down. A soft little smile is on his lips. What is he thinking about that has him grinning like that? 

I cave, “What’s that face for?” 

He lets out a laugh, letting his smile grow, showing off his teeth now. His eyes rake over me again, his arms folded over his chest; he really is so cute. 

“It’s nothing,” he finally spits out. 

My eyebrows pull in, “I don’t buy that one bit.” Squinting at him as tries to do the same face back but not being able to hold it.

“I can’t say it right now,” he says, moving closer to the bar. He leans down, propping himself up with his elbows.

“Why not?” I don’t know what is in the air tonight, but I can’t stop myself from poking at him more and more. 

“It’s not the right place,” he laughs, “people could hear me.” 

“Just whisper it to me,” I excitedly spit out, “we can pretend it’s a secret.” I watch as he looks around the room, moves back, and mouths ‘hold on’ to me. 

  He pours two fresh beers from the tap, walks them over to a table, and grabs their empty glasses. He then wanders around the booths for a moment, making sure everybody is happy. I steal glances at him a few times, doing my best to not stare at him, but it’s hard. He’s a deceivingly intoxicating man; you’d never expect it because he’s so quiet at first. 

How he’s gone this long without a girlfriend is beyond me. I guess it’s also something we’ve never really talked about, so maybe he just didn’t care? I can’t imagine girls not liking him. He’s so precious; how could you not develop a crush on him? Oh– I hadn’t thought that hard about that part of whatever this situation is. Do I have a crush on him? But I don’t live here, so that could make him not want to pursue anything– I don’t live that far, maybe he wouldn’t care. My thoughts race with questions of whether I’m making a mistake or not. 

I don’t want to jump into a relationship this fast. I don’t want to waste more time, but I have to do something because I just know Cassie would punch me if I didn’t do this. Suddenly remembering the book that offended me earlier today, ‘Friends with benefits’ plays in my head. Maybe he would be okay with that..? That way I can make sure this is what I want to do. That sounds reasonable, right? I’d say we’re friends and who would say no to the benefits? He already promised me something, and I need to know what that is now.  

I’m pulled from my thoughts when I feel someone gently place their hand on my back. I look over to see him setting a few glasses on the bar. He’s so close I can feel the warmth coming off of him and smell his cologne. 

“Oh, sorry, excuse me,” he giggles quietly. Turning to leave, he stops, sliding his hand up to the base of my neck and lightly giving it a squeeze. He drops his head to whisper, “Was just thinking about how I can’t wait to hear your pretty voice moaning my name.” 

My jaw falls open as he says it; looking up at him, his face is flushed like he’s embarrassed to admit it. He gives me a slow wink before sauntering off to talk to customers, leaving me to think about that. I definitely need to know what he plans on doing to make it up to me now. 

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Our nightly routine begins once more as we walk in comfortable silence to my car. 

I quietly break the silence, letting out, “The sky looks so pretty tonight.”

His head tilts up quickly to take it in while I watch him. His eyes scanned all the stars and the light from the moon, illuminating him with no cloud in sight. 

“She really is amazing, isn’t she?” he spoke so softly, looking over at me. 

“Who..?” 

“The moon,” he chokes back a little laugh. “She’s incredible.” He looks so happy as he looks back up at the sky. The chill of November made it so I could see his breath as we walked, but it also kept me closer to him in hopes of stealing some of his warmth. 

Our hands timidly brush against each other a few times until he glances down, sliding his hand into mine. I just know Cassie is somewhere screaming over how  I am with him. I just look at our hands intertwined, the way his thumb just runs over mine, and smile when he squeezes a little to make me look at him. 

“Your chariot, madame,” he says, gesturing his free hand to my car. 

“Oh, thank you, sir.” I try to play along, letting a small laugh slip partway through. We just stood there in comfortable silence for a second, still hand in hand. 

“So,” he mumbles, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I nod, fighting the urge to just stare at his mouth. 

“Drive home safe. Text me when you make it. You know the drill at this point,” his sweet giggle lacing the latter half. 

“Of course, mhm,” I tell him, moving a little closer to him, “I hope you have a good rest of your night, Jacob.” His eyes practically twinkling in the moonlight as I gaze at him. He leans in, his plump lips pressed into mine but backs up quickly with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Back to my full name already?” his smug little tone made me laugh. My hands grab the sides of his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

“I didn’t think you’d want me to call you Captain in public after that,” I say against his lips; he lets out a small groan at the name. 

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he mocks me, stepping back and grabbing my hands. He pulls them up, placing little kisses across my knuckles. How is he real? He reaches past me to open my car door. 

“Now, get home before it’s too late.” 

I toss my bag into the passenger seat before sitting down and starting it. Turning to him one more time, looking up at him, I can’t stop myself from smiling. I grab his shirt and tug him towards me. His hand holding onto the doorframe, leans down, hovering over my mouth until I finally cave.

 “One more,” I mumble before closing the gap between us. He laughs into me, knowing I full well just stole his line. 

“I’ll be waiting for your text,” he says, pointing at me with his eyebrows raised as he moves back to shut my door. 

I sit there for a minute, just watching as he walks back towards the bar until he’s finally out of sight. I click on the address in my maps and set my phone in the cup holder. Looking back up at the moon, seeing how bright it is tonight. She is beautiful. 

I can’t take my eyes away from it, feeling the tears settling in, and into the quiet of my car I whisper, “I hope you’re proud of me, and god, I wish I could call you right now.” 

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paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, based on endgame by taylor swift (you don't understand how much i'm loving this song), cute gf flo

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.2k

note: omg, it's finally here. I'm so sorry it took me sooo long, it just I was super busy. Was this inspire by Ms. Taylor Swift? Yes, yes it was. I really hope you guys like this one. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love you all so much <3

note 2: guys, I'm currently reading 'Delilah Green doesnt' care' and it's giving me so many ideas for fics. So would any of you be interest in more mum!florence? Please let me know. Xoxo, M

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

Your eyes were closed, your head was on her chest listening to her steady heartbeats, a soft smile formed on your lips.

“Promise me this is forever,” you whispered. 

You knew she was awake, she was doing the same thing as you, enjoying the moment, living in the present.

Your eyes found hers already looking at you. 

“I promise,” she said, her smile mirroring yours. 

Her lips found yours as if sealing the promise forever, but nothing ever lasts forever. The kiss that was first sweet and soft and filled with love, turned bitter, harsh and cold. You pulled back confusion written all over your face. 

You blink once then twice, and suddenly you were waking up on your bed, alone. You cursed yourself at the stupid memory. It was so pathetic to still think about Florence that way. You two were history, long forgotten, just a memory of your adolescence. 

You shook your head, trying to wake up your foggy brain from the nap you had taken. And decided to get some work done as a way to clear your head from your silly old fantasies.  

You made yourself a cup of tea, grabbed your notebook and put your headphones on. You only had three more months to finish your second album. The deadline wasn’t much of a concern of yours, what bothered you was the lack of inspiration. Every lyric you would write down was just trash, it was as if you were missing something. So far you had only five finished songs, and you needed ten more to have the album finished. 

You were humming, moving your head to the beat as you let your brain come up with the right words, but it felt as if you were stuck.

“I wanna be your endgame,” you sang to the beat. “I wanna be, I wanna be your… ” you threw your head back in annoyance, frustration getting the best out of you. 

You had been sitting on the floor for the last hour, trying to finish this one song but you were not even close to it. You took a deep breath trying not to lose your shit. Your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a new notification and that took your whole attention. 

“Y/n Y/l/n and Drew Starkey spotted out for dinner,” you read out loud and couldn’t help rolling your eyes at the link your manager and best friend had sent you.

According to the news, you were dating both Drew Starkey and Joe Keery. You also almost got engaged the week before to Rudy Pankow, but apparently cheated on him with Maya Hawke. You knew better than to actually pay attention to fake news, but you couldn’t help to. After all that was now your life, the life of a startpop in the making, so much for a boring Oxford kid. 

Your reputation precedes you, in rumours you were knee-deep. But there was nothing you could do about it. Exhausted from your social life and the poor lack of motivation to do the one thing you loved the most, you decided to go out on a walk, hoping it would help to clear your thoughts about both the fake news and Florence, who you tried to ignore from thinking of. But ever since that dream you found yourself thinking about her more often. 

You knew she was as famous as you were, maybe even more. You had to admit to yourself that some nights you found some kind of comfort in her movies, watching her cute pouty face, the one she was most known for. 

She was your first love, she taught you how to love, what it was to be loved. Of course it wasn’t easy to forget about her, even after all these years, some part of you still craved her love. It wasn’t that you didn’t love each other when you both decided to go separate ways, it was because things weren’t so simple anymore. You two weren’t just two teenargs in love, you were slowly becoming adults. She had booked roles and you were making your way into the music industry. 

And without the two of you knowing you two just drifted apart, the two of you too caught up in your careers. But you loved her, so you decided to let her go, hoping and praying to the universe that maybe she would come back to you one day. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you opened the door to your local cafe and someone bumped into you. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t… “ but you stopped cold once you saw the strangers eyes. 

“Y/n?” she asked, her voice as soft and raspy as you remembered. “What are you doing here?” a smile formed on her face, as if she was genuinely happy to see you. 

You shook your head trying to clear out your mind, was Florence really in front of you? “I, um, I lived here,” you blinked once, twice and she was still there. “Just around the corner,” you added, cursing yourself for being so awkward. “What are you doing here?” 

Was this a sign of the universe? Have your prayers been answered? 

“Visiting my family,” right her family, you thought. “Well, not just that, I’m also working,” she scratched the back of her neck. “I was actually hoping to see you, too.”

“Really?” that had to mean something, the universe couldn't be messing around with you this cruelly. Right?

“Yeah, I have, um… I have been thinking about you.” she smiled at you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach. “I think we should talk.”

“I, um,” what were you supposed to say? Were you willingly going to agree to spend time with the love of your life as if the two of you were going to be just friends? What was that supposed to mean?

“Yeah, sure. When are you free?” you finally agree.

You mentally checked your schedule, you were supposed to finish your songs but taking a break wouldn’t hurt anybody. Plus, you were going to get your coffee and get back to it right away. 

“Um, what about now?” 

Shit, you thought. She wasn’t going to give you any time to prepare yourself. Well, you better get into it, rip it off like a band aid. 

“Okay, I was going to get a coffee and then we can…”

“Yeah, yeah, take your time. I’m going to find us a table.”

You order your coffee while mentally preparing for the conversation the two of you were going to have. What was she on about? Was it really a big coincidence? Did the universe put her in our path for some reason? You shook your head, you needed to stop thinking about the universe’s way of working for a second.

They handed you your coffee and now you had no more excuses to avoid her, not that you wanted to. Some part of you long to be near her, but you were scared of what this whole thing was about. 

“So, um, what’s up with Drew?” she tried to pretend she didn’t care but was actually dying to know if you were actually dating him, not that you noticed it.

“Who?”

“Drew? Starkey?”

“Oh, yeah, Drew,” you chuckled, silly you for forgetting your own friend. “He’s just a friend, a really good friend,” was it your imagination or did she just let out a breath of relief. “What about Ashley?” you asked before taking a sip of your coffee. 

She smiled at you, “She’s also a really good friend.”

“So, um…”

“Listen, Y/n…”

The both of you chuckled. 

“You go first, Flo”

That nickname. It was stupid because everyone who knew her would call her ‘Flo’, but coming out of your lips felt different. She had missed hearing her name on your lips, she had missed you. 

“I’m just going to say it, okay?” you only nodded. “I lied earlier, I’m not here for work or visiting my family. I came here to find you,” your lips parted in disbelief. “Ever since we broke things apart, I had been feeling like something was missing, Y/n. And I recently realised it was you. Well, I saw the article about you getting married and all I could think of was that something wasn’t right.”

“Florence I…”

“No, please let me finish,” she cut you off. “I understand that  we are strangers to each other, but I would love to get to know you once again. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, it can be like a fresh start. I just really need you in my life, Y/n. I miss my best friend.”

You took another sip of your coffee, stealing time before giving her an answer. The truth was you already knew what you wanted, you knew it the moment you sat at the table, but you wanted to mess with her just a little bit. 

You put your cup down, and finally your eyes found hers, “I would like nothing more.”

[...]

Ever since that day, Florence and you had been spending everyday together. Catching up with each other and going back to old habits. 

The more you hang out with her, the more you could feel your old feeling coming back. But you didn’t want to rush things just to ruin them again. But one particular afternoon you couldn't hold back anymore and decided to do something about it. 

She had fallen asleep 30 minutes ago, you chuckled as you realised her current state because she had picked out the movie but turns out she was more tired than what she let you see. 

You headed to your small studio and decided to get back to the song you were working on before running into Florence. You  knew exactly what you wanted to say, having found your new inspiration a few weeks ago. 

You pressed play and the music started playing, you already had a few things written down in your notebook you just needed to put all your ideas together. 

You were so lost and immersed in finishing the song, going at it back and forth, changing some lyrics, singing some ideas, writing and crossing out some bits, that you didn’t realise someone was watching you just when you were about to finish. 

You had already recorded the whole song and were just checking it out when Florence leaned in the frame door. 

Florence smiled as she listened to your sweet voice. She wondered who this song was about. 

Knew her when I was young, reconnected when we were little bit older

Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders

She didn’t want to get her hopes up.

Reputation precedes me, in rumors, I'm knee-deep

The truth is, it’s easier to ignore it, believe me

She felt her heart shrinking in her chest.

Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

And you understand the good and bad end up in the song

She listened closely to the song as you hummed to it.

For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Her heartbeat and body temperature were rising.

I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny

After the storm, something was born on the 4th of July

I've passed days without fun, this end game is the one

With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it

She couldn't take it any longer. 

“I like it,” she said, getting closer to where you were sitting. “It’s catchy,” she said, trying to shake her feeling away. That song could be about anyone.

“I feel like something’s missing,” you scrunch your nose.

“Sing the corus to me, please,” she looked at you with her doe eyes and you swear you could have melted in that moment. 

You shook your head with a smile on your face and compiled, “I wanna be your endgame, endgame,” you finished singing the chorus. “And then it goes. Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah,” you sang, trying to not look at Florence. 

“You know, it sounds awfully familiar,” she teased, wanting nothing more than for it to be true. 

“And you heard about me, ooh. I got some big enemies,” you kept on going.

“What are you trying to say, Y/n?” she kept on pushing you. 

“Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation, ah. And I heard about you, ooh. You like the bad ones, too,” you finished, trying to tell her that you were thinking exactly what she was thinking. 

She was so close to you now, her knees brushing against yours, sending electricity throughout your body. You could feel her hot breath on your lips. 

“I want to…” she didn’t finish her sentence because you were already nodding and she smashed her lips to yours in a second. 

You felt as if a wave of cold water was washing over you. Her lips felt both familiar and new at the same time. You felt at home as she wrapped her arm around your waist and her other hand cupped your cheek. You didn’t want to ever stop kissing her, but both you and her needed to breathe so ultimately pulled apart. 

She rested her forehead on yours, both of her hands cupping your cheeks, caressing your skin with her fingertips. 

“I wanna be your endgame,” you quietly sang to her. 

She chuckled before kissing you again and again and again. 

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-M

[holdmytesseract]

So, there's this song that I've been listening to non-stop.

Kind of an oldie...with Robbie Williams. LoL.

I imagine a scenario in my head of Reader and Loki who were once in a relationship and had a falling out (because of whatever reason - maybe of his insecurities). But he sees that the Reader is fine after the break up (she isn't really, she just acts like it) and it bothers him that they moved on so quickly.

But he tries to get her back because he really does love her 😍. I thought this would be so cute.

Resurrected Love

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: What once had been undying love between you and Loki, had seemingly turned into dust. After the breakup, the god just isn't himself anymore; barely coping with losing the love of his life. Unlike you. You seem to be just fine; having moved on quickly. Or was it just an illusion? Nevertheless, Loki decides to try to get you back. Will he be successful?

Warnings: sadness and heartbreak, thirst? angst, swear words? suggestive smut, fighting/shouting, fluuuff - tell me if I forgot something!

Word Count: 4,5k

a/n: Ahhh first of all, I'd like to apologise... Sorry @mochie85 that this took me SO long... 🥺 Thank you again for making me the incredible Baby Fever mood board! 🥰 I hope you like this little present I got in return! ☺️💝

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The blaring sound of the alarm clock ripped the sleeping god out of his peaceful slumber. Groaning, Loki moved his hands from underneath his pillow and instead buried his head underneath said pillow. Bare, muscular arms pressed down on the soft, fluffy cushion; trying to drown out the noise. In vain.

A deep, husky grumble left his sore throat, before he reached out blindly to shut off the alarm. Tossing and turning in the bed, he came to lay on his back; big palms running over his face and rubbing his tired eyes. A few rays of sunshine peeked through the emerald green silk curtains; illuminating his small, cosy bedroom. Loki sighed and stretched; causing the light duvet to expose his bare torso. His gaze was directed towards the ceiling; idle and aimless. The god could still feel the tiredness and exhaustion in his bones. Not his physical, though. His mental exhaustion. It just wasn't the same since you were gone. Since you packed your bags and walked out of his apartment. Out of his life. He could sleep for hours and yet he didn't find rest. His bed was so small, but without you he was afraid to get lost in it.

Not even five minutes later, his alarm clock told him again to stand up - and he had no other choice but to give in. Shutting it off, he sat up in bed and rolled out of the comfortable confines. Sighing, he pulled the curtains to let the first rays of sunshine into his bedroom, before he slumped to the bathroom. Dressed in nothing but black briefs, Loki came to stand in front of the mirror of his cabinet, hanging above the sink. He couldn't help but to look at himself. Look at the picture of misery he had become. Dark rings were underneath his eyes. His hair was tousled and resembled more a bird's nest, than a glorious, untamed mane of a god. Fingertips grazed his cheeks and chin; feeling the black, scratchy stubble which had grown so wildly. He had let himself go since you were gone - and he knew it. But it had been pointless. Sure, eye circles, messed up hair and a wild beard was nothing a bit of seidr couldn't fix, but... It couldn't fix his broken heart, so what was the point in using it?

Nevertheless, the god was forced to regain his 'good looks'. There was a very important meeting today. A meeting he couldn't skip like the last ones. Thor would bite his head off, if he wasn't going to appear. After all, this meeting was about his future... With another deep sigh, Loki went to work. He took a shower first; cleaning his ethereal body and godly locks. After that, he shaved; getting rid of his beard. Once his skin was as smooth as it could get and clean shaven, he got dressed; slipped in one of his finest suits. Loki absolutely wasn't in the mood to leave his apartment - but he had to. And so, the god closed the door behind himself, already regretting it.

Absent-minded Loki walked through the white, plain hallways of the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters; on his way to meeting room number 204. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, and so it came how it had to come. The god ran into somebody. His hard, strong chest collided with a way smaller, softer body. "Norns," Loki cursed under his breath, "Apologies. I don't know what-" but stopped dead in his sentence, when he registered who he ran into. "Y/N..." Your name fell from his lips so easily, and yet it felt like he was committing a crime.

You were standing in front of him, like frozen to the ground. It was the first time he was seeing you since the breakup almost a month ago. Sure, he hadn't left his apartment in that time, but he had heard from his brother that you had been away a few weeks on vacation - and it seemed like it did you really good. Of course couldn't the god help himself but to ran his eyes over your body. You wore your familiar shield uniform. The one he had ripped off your body countless times. Your Y/H/C hair was loose; framed your face beautifully. Unlike Loki's face, yours looked well-rested and refreshed. No bags or dark circles underneath your eyes. All in all, you looked recovered and yes, happy. Not in the slightest hurt or broken - like him. His eyes travelled upwards. Loki knew he was on a self-destructive path, but what was he supposed to do? His heart was screaming at him; yelling from the top of his lungs to give into it. Oh how much he loved you. Still. And then it happened. His deep blue eyes collided with your Y/E/C ones - and suddenly he felt like drowning; the world burning to ashes right in front of him. It brought back everything. All the memories. Good ones and bad ones. And all the pain.

"Lokiii!" You yelped, as he wrapped both his strong arms around your thighs and lifted you off the chair; hindering you from decorating the Christmas tree with another bauble. "Let me down!" Smiling, the god shook his head and tightened his grip a bit - only to let you know that he had you. To show you that he would let nothing happen to you. "Not until you finally speak your mind, darling." "W-What do you meeeeean?" You shrieked up, as Loki carried you away from the safety of the chair. "Tell me, if we can finally call ourselves a couple." You blinked down at the handsome god, who threw you that smouldering look which turned your knees into jelly. "I-I, uh..." He smiled again, winking. "Come on, darling." You couldn't help but giggle; shaking your head. "Lokes... We didn't even have our first kiss!" "Oh, that can be changed in a heartbeat," he purred and let you down quickly. Before you could even catch up to what was going on, his perfectly shaped lips danced with yours.

"L-Loki, p-please, I-" You moaned helplessly; writhing on the sheets beneath him. "Shhh, my goddess," he shushed you immediately; interrupting you. "Don't speak. Just feel," Loki panted; nipping at the inside of your thighs, before hypnotising blue eyes meet yours; pupils blown wide with lust. The god wore a smouldering, yet dangerous smile. A predator looking at his prey. You were completely at his mercy - and you loved every second of it.

Your hand found its way into your lover's hair; finger winding through those long raven curls. You gently tugged; nudging him on to finally do something. "Please..." You whispered; breathless. The hairs on the back of your neck raised up, when Loki gave you another smouldering smile, before he lowered his head. Your breath hitched; a chill ran down your spine at the anticipation. You knew what was to come - but you'd be never prepared for it.

"Darling, please." Loki's voice was unstable, pleading; on the verge of breaking - filled with pain and regret. Tears shimmered in his eyes. Tears of despair. Not hope. He felt like the ground fell out from underneath his feet. He was losing his grip; felt like falling into an abyss of darkness - blindly.

You shook your head, as you threw the last item of clothing in your suitcase. "No, Loki. No. Don't 'darling' me. Please don't make this even more difficult as it is." The god watched you helplessly; running a hand through his hair. "If it is so difficult for you, then why don't you just stay?" He sounded so sad. So... desperate. You swallowed hard; jaw clenching in order to suppress your own tears, before you turned to face your now ex-boyfriend. You looked him straight into the eyes, but with the seconds ticking by in silence, you avoided your gaze again - unable to stand the hurt, wounded look in his blue orbs. "Because I can't, Loki. I just can't. Don't you see? I cannot do this any longer." Now it was Loki who swallowed. "I-I understand that, lov- Y/N, but please... Give us another chance. Let us keep fighting for this love!" You snorted out a bitter laugh at his words; "Fighting, he says..." shaking your head. "I already fought so hard and long for this! For us! But apparently you were too blind to see." Your nerves were on edge; stressed out by the past weeks. "I tried and tried and tried to get through to you, but all you ever did was shut me out!" Loki wanted to answer something; opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

"Don't you dare pull the 'I don't understand you' card now! Because it isn't true! I do understand you! I always did! This was never our problem!" You were almost shouting by now; all the bottled-up emotions exploding within you. "You know what the problem is, Loki, huh?! You know what?!" His chiselled jaw flexed. You could tell that he was losing it as well. "Tell me, Y/N! Tell me!" He shouted; gesturing around wildly. "Scream it to me, if you have to!"

You took a few dangerous steps closer, before whispering: "Your damn insecurities." Loki gasped; almost stumbling backwards. This hit hard. Bore a knife straight through his heart - and yet he knew, that it was true. And the realisation of it made him even more angry. On himself. His hands clenched into fists; desperately trying to keep his cool. Unsuccessful.

An almost maniacal laugh escaped his lips. "Oh, I am the problem now?!" "Yes! Because you never managed to let your damn guard down around me! We've been together for over almost two years and you still don't trust me enough to just let me in! I know that your childhood and past was not easy and quite dramatic, but you can't just hide yourself away from the rest of the world for eternity!" You snapped; taking deep breaths and let the accusing words you just spat at Loki sink in. Loki said nothing; just stared at you. "Because if you do, it's going to eat you up inside someday..." You added in a way quieter voice; almost whispering. Then you returned to the bed, in order to zip the suitcase shut.

Behind you, Loki sunk to his knees; the harsh truth and reality finally hitting him full force. He knew. He had always known, and yet he couldn't bring himself to open up. He tried to fight his demons a million times, but he always lost the fight. He should've tried harder - better, because now... Now it was too late. He had lost you - because of his insecurities. Tears streamed down his face, as he started one last attempt to stop you from walking out of his life. "Y/N, p-please, please... I am so sorry, I am so sorry. Please... I-I can't lose you. If you leave m-me now... I-I'll drown a-and sink."

You swallowed hard; tried to fight against the desperate screams of your heart to stay. You had never seen him so... lost and vulnerable before. It tore at your heartstrings. But you had to do this now. There was no going back. "I'm sorry, Loki, but like I said... I can't. I can't keep fighting against the walls you have built up around you." With those words, you walked past him, "Goodbye, Loki." and out of his bedroom - out of his life. It broke him and his heart. He was nothing more than a wreck after that day.

Loki swallowed hard at the vivid memories, playing out in his head. He had to fight hard to not lose it completely in front of you and to not break down and cry. As for you, you seemed to be completely fine. "Loki." You said in a regal voice, giving him a nod - as if you didn't have a whole lot of history together. As if you never had told each other all of your secrets and wishes. As if you never had shared the deepest bond possible between human beings - mentally and physically. You greeted him like you were nothing more like acquaintances. It hurt Loki; bothered him, how quickly you had moved on. So, he tried to hide his emotions and not letting show how much of a wreck he was.

"What..." His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat quickly. "What brings you here?" The god asked; gesturing blindly towards the meeting room. "I, um, I was assigned to overwatch the meeting." Loki's eyes widened at your words, so you quickly added: "Believe me, I don't like it, too, but it is how it is." Don't like it too? Loki asked himself. Norns, he could've screamed from the top of his lungs how happy he was about this. Just to be able to see you without an excuse for a longer amount of time was like heaven for him. He wanted to answer something, but was interrupted by the arrival of Nick Fury, some of the Avengers and a few other S.H.I.E.L.D agents. "Loki, Y/N," the man with the eyepatch greeted you, before he opened the white, wooden door for everyone to get inside. "Let's get over with this, Laufeyson." Loki swallowed hard, then nodded obediently and stepped inside the big, barren room.

Throughout the whole process, Loki couldn't focus. His thoughts were circulating around you. It was all he could think about. He was so absent-minded; he didn't even listen to the others talking. Only the voice of Fury caused the god to snap out of his trance like state. "Well... It seems everybody has the same opinion..." The man with the black coat started, before he turned to face Loki directly, who sat at the very top of the table. "S.H.I.E.L.D and the United States of America allowing you to stay - as long as you're going to play by the rules." Loki swallowed and nodded - still not entirely present in his mind. "You improved; did a great job as an Avenger. Keep it up, Laufeyson."

Fury's words were the last ones of the meeting. Most agents scrambled to get out of the room; having other duties to tend to. Most of the Avengers clapped Loki on the shoulder or gave him a short nod of approval - and you? You were watching him from the sidelines. Seeing him again after almost a month had caused your feelings to run wild again. They were so quiet and chilled during and after your holiday, and now? Just one look was enough to set everything on fire again; storms battling within you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry - but most of all, you wanted to run. That's what you did. You fled from the meeting room; unable to be in his presence a second longer. When Loki settled his look on the chair you sat in, it was empty. Scanning the room for you wasn't fruitful as well. He sighed. You had left already, of course. Why shouldn't you? It had been nothing more than a job for you. Nevertheless, it was another small cut into Loki's already bruised and battered heart.

From that day, where once again his fate had been decided, he started to see you more often. Probably because he left his apartment more often as well now. He started to find hope again and decided to not just give up on you. Loki had made that mistake once - and he'd never let it happen again. He wasn't just giving up. Oh no... Now he was really going to fight for you, because one thing was certain... He still loved you with all his heart and he wanted you back. For good this time.

Over the next days and week, Loki repeatedly placed little cards, gifts or flowers in front of your office in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. It was an easy task for him to sneak incognito inside the big building. Nobody knew and nobody recognised him. At first, you were quite confused and surprised...

You hurried to your office; messily rearranging the weapons belt around your waist on the way. You were late. Ten minutes already. Your alarm clock just decided to take a vacay today and not wake you up. "Morning, guys. Good morning." You hastily greeted everybody on your way. Once you reached your destination, you almost stumbled over the little bouquet of flowers, laying in front of the door. Y/F/F (Your favourite flowers) - your favourites. Frowning and a bit surprised, you picked the flowers up; admiring them. There was no card or such. Just the flowers. "Uh, Rob?" You asked your fellow agent, who was just passing by your office. His office was directly across yours. "Oh, hi, Y/N. Good morning." "Morning. Uh, do you know who left those flowers for me?" The man shrugged his shoulders. "Unfortunately, not, no. Sorry." "Okay..." Still frowning, you took the flowers in your office. Of course you didn't notice the craftsman, who worked on the water dispenser right beside your door. He watched you disappear inside the room with oceanic blue eyes, smiling.

That was only the start. Every day, you'd find different things on your door step. Your favourite chocolates and other sweets. Cards with little poems written on them and quotes out of books. And more flowers. Every day, you went to work with an even brighter smile, knowing that a small present was waiting for you.

You picked up the little box and opened it; finding a bottle of your favourite perfume inside. A chuckle sounded from across your office. "I think you have a secret admirer, Y/N," stated Rob, gesturing to the little present with a grin. Your cheeks reddened; nodding. "I, uh, think so too." You felt really flattered, but... Were you ready for something new? For another man after Loki? Could you imagine another man in your life who wasn't the handsome, mischievous god? You swallowed hard; staring down at the little vial in your hands. No. No you couldn't.

"Do you know who it is?" Asked Rob further, but you just shrugged your shoulders. "No, I... I have no idea. Most likely one of the other agents." Rob nodded, "Think so, too." but frowned. "You don't look really happy about it." Once more you shrugged your shoulders; sighing. "I am. I mean, it's really sweet and thoughtful, but..." "But?" Your colleague looked at you expectantly, but you didn't answer at first. And suddenly Rob had a guess. "Loki... You are still not over him, right?" Defeated, you nodded. "I never was and I think I'll never be. It seems like every decision I make, every path I choose to walk on... Everything leads me back to him. I can't forget him..." Rob looked at you compassionate. "Sounds to me like Loki is the love of your life..." You swallowed hard, in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "He is. I realise that now. Too late, perhaps..." "Do you still love him?" Rob questioned you further, "Y-Yes. I do." and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Then you should tell him." "I-I don't know, I... Excuse me." You fled into your office, closing the door behind yourself. All the suppressed feelings coming back at you; crashing down on you like warm summer rain. It was overwhelming. But could you do it? Could you go back to him?

Unbeknownst to you, Loki had heard everything. Dressed up as an electrician on his daily undercover mission. His heart beat violently against his ribcage; yearning and crying out for you. It broke him to see you so broken - but it also made him unbelievably happy, because he knew now, that you were struggling just as much as he was. That you had worn a mask all the time and just pretended to be perfectly fine. It was the sign for him to finally make his move and get you back. Back into his arms, where you belonged.

It was Saturday evening, when Loki put the plan he made into action. He showered; then dressed up in your favourite suit of his. It was a black one. Black shoes, black trousers and black shirt. He rolled up the sleeves and left a few buttons undone - just how you liked. He applied a bit of the cologne you enjoyed to smell on him so much; and left his untamed raven curls hang loosely over his shoulders. Loki looked at himself in the full-length mirror; eyes travelling down his body. Perfect, he thought; smiling. Grabbing the bouquet of red roses on his dining table, he left his apartment and went straight to yours. To his luck, you lived in the Avengers tower as well. Benefit of being Ms. Romanoff's best friend.

Taking a deep breath, the god knocked gently on your door. The answer he received was a frustrated sigh. "Naaat, I told you I'm not in the mood tonight to go-" You had literally ripped the door open - and were now standing open-mouthed, with a bathrobe and tousled hair in front of your ex-boyfriend. You swallowed. There he stood… Your drop-dead gorgeous ex-boyfriend. "L-Loki?" You stammered out; clearly not expecting something like that to happen. The god smiled at you. "Hello, darling. Apologies for the disturbance, but... I'd like to talk to you. May I come in?" Blinking and still in some kind of shock, you nodded. Stepping aside, you let him inside. "For you," he said, once you closed the door and turned to face him. He held the flowers to you; still smiling. "U-Um, t-thank you." You hesitatingly - almost shyly took the flowers from his hands. A chill was running down your spine, when his warm, big hands grazed yours. A touch you haven't felt in weeks - months, and immediately noticed you missed a lot.

Taking a deep breath, you placed them on the little shelf beside the door. "What, um, what do you want to talk about?" The god standing opposite you swallowed hard. You could see how nervous he was - a rare thing to happen. "About us." "U-Us?" He nodded, "Yes. Us." and stepped closer; slowly taking your hands in his. Loki waited for a moment to see if you weren't comfortable with him, touching you - but you let it happen, so he continued. "First of all, I'd like to apologise. For everything. For letting you fight so hard and long without me realising. For not opening up to you like I should have, because you are right. If I don't learn to talk to the person I trust and love most in all the nine realms, then my past and all my insecurities are going to eat me up inside. I see that now." He was gazing directly into your eyes - and you could swear you were already drowning again inside those oceanic blue orbs. "I came to the realisation those past weeks, that I am not able to live without you. Without your love. I feel like I can't breathe when you're not near me. Your absence suffocates me. I love you with all my heart and soul. You are everything I ever wanted and needed. So please... Please give us another chance. I beg of you." You just looked at him, stunned; words failing you. "

"This is what my heart tells me," he continued, squeezing your hands gently. "If yours doesn't speak the same language anymore, then please, tell me - and I'll walk out of that room." Your gaze softened. You freed one hand from his gentle grasp and lifted it up to caress his defined cheek. "Loki..." You started, shaking your head. "My heart never stopped speaking your language. Never." The god gasped at your touch and words. "Does that mean you'll give us another chance?" You smiled; nodding and stepped closer to him. So close, that you were just a few inches apart. His hand left yours; coming to rest on your waist, while your palm wandered to land on his chest. "Yes, Loki..." "Really?" He breathed; overwhelmed by your sudden closeness, and, again your words. Once more you nodded; signalling him that you meant it. "Oh, darling," Loki sighed; a few tears rolling down his cheek. He leaned down, wanted to capture your lips with his - but you stopped him; placing a finger upon his lips. "I'll give us another chance - if you promise to trust me completely and finally open up to me." His eyes met yours again; blue eyes filled with love and vulnerability. "Let me help you, my love. Let me sooth all those scars your past has left on you," you whispered and pressed a soft, slow kiss on his lips. "I promise, darling, I promise - and I'll start tonight," Loki said, placing another kiss on your lips, before he took a step back and took your hands in his bigger ones again.

"Close your eyes, please." You were confused, but did what he asked you to do; closing your eyes. Suddenly, you felt how his hands got cooler; temperature dropping. "This time, I want to go into this relationship with showing you all of me. I want you to see me." You frowned, but kept your eyes closed. "And I don't mean me, being naked. You saw that quite often already." You couldn't help but giggle at his words; blushing. Loki smiled. Something you weren't able to see at the moment. "Well... If you put it that way, I am naked in front of you now nevertheless. Showing you my true self. The way I was born." You gasped; breath hitching in your throat. Now you knew what he was talking about. "Your Jotun form? You... You want to show me your Jotun form?" He never did before. It was a huge part of his insecurities. "Yes, my love. Open your eyes." "L-Lokes, you don't have to show me your Jotun form right away! I know how difficult this is for you! I know how uncomfortable it makes you sometimes!"

He took a deep breath; was on the verge of crying again. "I know, love, I know. And I appreciate this so, so much - but I really want to show you. If we begin again, we begin with honesty. No secrets; no hiding. Now open your eyes." "O-Okay." You were quite a bit nervous as well. You knew that this took him a lot of effort. Opening your eyes, you gasped; heart skipping a beat. His deep blue eyes were replaced by shimmering ruby ones. His alabaster coloured skin had turned into a soft blue. Unique ridges and patterns adorned every inch of his tall, strong body. "Are you afraid?" Loki's shaky voice cut through the silence then. You shook your head immediately. "No, gods, no! You're beautiful, Loki. Stunning, breathtakingly beautiful." His eyes widened; pure relief flooding his veins. "R-Really? You... You think so?" You nodded; cupping his cheeks. "Yes. And it's finally time for you to accept this side of you," you said, pulling Loki gently over to your bed.

[reminiscingtonight]

Head Over Heels

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

[WOSO Masterlist]

Leah doesn’t mean to stare. Really, she doesn’t. 

But when you lift the bottom of your shirt to wipe away the sweat on your forehead, Leah can’t help the way her eyes drift down to your abs. You’re all fit, most girls having well defined muscles themselves, but something about yours has Leah biting down on her lip, staring unabashedly as she helps collect loose balls around the field. 

One of the girls shout at you, telling you to stop showing off your assets. The shirt stays in your hands, but you stop wiping at your face, confusion etched all over your expression. It’s sometimes cute how oblivious you are to your good looks and even better physique. 

Leah’s still watching when it finally clicks for you, the embarrassed smile turning into a knowing smirk. When you start posing, playing to the hoots of your teammates, Leah stumbles over her feet. 

And straight into Katie. 

The Irish woman lets out an indignant cry when she drops the stack of cones she just spent the last couple minutes picking up. “Leah!”

Somehow it takes the two of them longer to pick up the spilled cones than Katie did by herself. The two of them keep pushing each other, their laughter and jokes making the process ten times longer. By the time Leah remembers what got her in this mess in the first place, she doesn’t know how much time has passed. 

Leah raises her head to see you already looking her way. The second your eyes make contact, your smirk instantly fades into a shyer, more genuine smile again. Your hand raises in a half-wave greeting.

Leah ducks her head, a blush instantly spreading across her face.

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As much as Leah loves football, she always dreads weight training. Yes, it’s important to build muscle and keep up her strength, but damn is it tiring and damn does it allow her mind to drift to many places it definitely should not be drifting to. 

Especially when you’re in view. 

You’ve just switched positions with Lucy, the defender having just finished her own reps. Lucy helps you get the weight off the rack, keeping a careful hand on your back until she’s sure you’ve got your feet firmly planted.

And then you start squatting. 

Leah has to fight the urge to groan. See, she would be fine if you were not checking your posture in the mirror or maybe just not standing right in front of her. But the problem simply lies in the fact that you are standing in front of her. And you are facing the mirror. Which means Leah’s getting an eyeful of your ass every time you go to squat.

Leah’s not sure how she’s going to survive conditioning today. 

The music playing overhead on the speakers cycles through song after song. The entire time Leah just watches you go through the motions of your own exercises. It isn’t until there’s a strangled wheezing sounding off from next to her that Leah rips her eyes away from you and back to where they should have been all this time. 

“Shit!” she hisses, quickly grabbing hold and racking Keira’s bar.

The first thing her best friend does is rub at her chest and hack out her lungs. Keira’s next act is to repeatedly whack at Leah’s thigh. 

Leah squeaks in response, instantly recoiling from the hits. 

“I cannot believe you risked my life to ogle (Y/N). She’s hot, I get it, but c’mon Leah.” Keira looks more amused than annoyed, but she still looks a bit annoyed nonetheless. 

“Hey, be happy you don’t have to see this every week.” Beth chuckles from her spot next to the other two Lionesses. “Leah’s about ten times worse when exposed to (Y/N) lifting weights back with the Arsenal girls.” The blonde striker ignores the glare Leah throws her way. 

“Let’s be honest, nothing’s worse than going to the beach with the two of them,” Keira jokes back.

Leah’s seconds away from strangling the two girls next to her when she notices movement from the corner of her eye. 

She refocuses her attention back towards you… just as you make eye contact with her through the mirror. 

Your eyes go wide at the same time Leah’s does. Your face burns a little bit when you realize she’s been watching you while hers does so for being caught. 

Leah awkwardly scratches at the back of her neck, wondering how in the world she’s going to explain this away when your look of surprise quickly morphs into one of amusement.

And then you wink. 

Leah jolts so suddenly that she slams into the weight rack, sending the loose weights crashing to the floor. 

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Leah’s not sure why she thought taking a bunch of rowdy football players to a bowling alley was a good idea. But she did. And now here you all are. 

Some of the younger girls are causing a ruckus near the bowling lanes, another half of the team scampered away into the arcade the second you walked in. You’re sitting quietly at one of the tables in the back with Lia, the two of you deep in conversation while Leah and another group of the girls grab some food for the rest of you. 

She must’ve been staring too often, for she’s only just paid for the food when Caitlin starts poking fun at her. 

“Earth to Leah, Lia and (Y/N) aren’t going anywhere,” the Australian snickers. 

Caitlin’s observation catches Steph’s attention, the second Australian quickly jumping in on the fun. “If you stare any harder, you might burn the two of them into crisps.”

“The two of you are literally the worst,” Leah complains, face turning red from their teasing.

It’s rare to ever find a day when the team goes out and not have at least one of them make fun of the way Leah’s so obviously smitten with you. It always makes it all the more fun when you’re always oblivious to the way she stares or clumsily runs into things whenever you’re in her presence.

Good for Leah, she’s actually perfected tuning out most of the teasing. After all, you can’t really get far in life if you don’t have thick skin. It isn’t until both of the Australian’s eyes go wide, fixated right over her shoulder that Leah tunes back into the conversation. However, neither of them have a chance to say anything before Leah hears a familiar voice. 

“What’cha guys laughing at?”

Startled, Leah turns around, accidentally knocking over one of the cans next to her in the process. She watches with horror as it drops towards the ground. She’s mentally imagining the amount of work she’ll have to do to clean it up when a hand darts in front of her.

You snatch the can out of the air before it can make contact with the ground. 

“Hi,” Leah breathes out. 

Your grin turns dopey. “Hi, babe. I think you dropped this.”

Leah blushes when you hand her the soda can. 

“I’d wait a little bit before opening it.” You look over your shoulder mischievously. “Or give it to Katie.” 

Caitlin lets out a bark of laughter at your suggestion. “I think she might kill you if you did that.”

Eventually the four of you move on to another topic of conversation, hoping to kill more time until the rest of the food arrives. You’re unusually silent, more than content to rest your chin on Leah’s shoulder, hands wrapped around her waist. 

“Any reason why you’ve decided to come join us?” Leah hums during a lull in the conversation, relaxing against your arms. 

“Just missed you.” You shrug as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. 

Caitlin fake gags. “You guys are disgustingly in love.”

“As if you don’t do the same with your own girlfriend,” Steph snorts. She gives you a fist bump when you hold your hand out for one. 

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” the forward grumbles. 

“Not so fun when you’re on the receiving side now, isn’t it.” Leah tsks under the breath. 

All she receives is a death glare, one she is quick to ignore. 

When your food finally arrives, the two Australians are quick to depart. You and Leah take your time, carefully stacking the trays. 

You probably could’ve grabbed some more, but you seem content with having one hand pressed against Leah’s back. There’s really no reason for such a touch, but Leah couldn’t find herself to complain. 

Except for the fact that the feel of your hand is a little too distracting. 

Leah doesn’t even make it past the first set of stairs without nearly face-planting. It’s only your arm dropping to hook Leah’s waist that stops her from meeting an untimely demise 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I think it’s cute when you stumble over your feet.” Your words are accompanied with a cheeky grin and a wink. 

So okay, yes, Leah might be a klutz whenever you’re near her. And your friends might all tease her for never being able to stay on her two feet. But at the end of the day, Leah wouldn’t have it any other way. As long as you’re there to catch her, she wouldn’t mind falling for you every day. 

[lovelytsunoda]

holding out for a hero ( iii ) // platonic! mercedes amg

summary: a holiday party at marcus armstrong's house brings changes to y/n's life, in the form of both a british f2 driver she'd rather not show her face around ever again, and a very awkward milestone.

pairing: platonic!mercedes amg f1 x reader, brief olli caldwell x reader

warnings: first kisses, a slew of emotions i don't want to unpack, it's going to be cute and angsty all at the same time, self-deprecation, basically the same warnings as the rest of the series tbh, mentions of an alcohol allergy, paul being a little shit

author's note: this is lowkey based on the story of my first kiss from last december . . . i actually hated it all and we're back to the drawing board on that whole dating thing. i fear my standards may be too high.

this series would make such a good sitcom tbh

"marcus, for the last time, i don't do parties." y/n insisted, frowning at the face on her phone as she stride out of the mercedes building in brackley. "i don't care that i already know most of the people who are going to be there, or that the guys are bringing their girlfriends. the answer is no."

"come on!" marcus armstrong begged on the other end of the facetime call, laughing as the young intern clumsily zipped up her tommy hilfiger jacket, hiding the bottom half of her face under the collar as the wind whipped her face, flakes of snow beginning to fall from the winter sky. "it's not as bad as you're thinking it's going to be. it's literally just at my house, my younger sister is going to be there."

y/n snorted. "come on, armstrong. if you think telling me that your teenaged sister is going to be at the party is a drawing factor, you need to reevaluate things in your life. besides, liam is going to be there and it's going to be ultra painful to see him and his girlfriend being all loved up."

silverstone had been a huge knock to y/n y/l/n's self-confidence. it had taken a lot for her to allow herself to be that vulnerable. to dance in front of the rowdy group of boys, to let her guard down long enough to meet new people, to have a good time.

to tell liam lawson that she thought he was cute, just for liam to shatter her heart into a million peices without even meaning or trying to.

god, she wished she could stop being so sensitive sometimes.

she hadn't been to another race since. she also hadn't spoken directly to liam, occasionally being looped into things on the group chat. as far as she was aware, red bull were shipping him off to japan with cem bolukbasi to run a superformula test.

she was heading back to her car now, the cold air turning her fingers numb as she clutched her phone, digging in her pocket for her car keys.

"i'm not doing it, armstrong."

"and why the bloody hell not? you had a great time in sliverstone, and i'll have james keep liam away from you if that would make you feel better."

y/n had opened her mouth to say something when she felt a pair of hands clapping her on the shoulders.

"she's going." susie wolff insisted. "come on, y/n. you need to get out more. you deserve to let yourself have fun."

"but this party isn't going to be fun, susie."

susie grinned, hands in the deep front pockets of her trench coat. "you won't know unless you try it, kiddo." she turned to the phone. "marcus, she'll be there!"

____

y/n stood in front of her mirrored closet door, smoothing her fingers over her hair, drawn back into a tight half-up ponytail kind of style.

"you look great, kiddo!" angela cullen's voice faintly filtered through the phone speakers, a kelsy karter song playing softly from the turntable in the corner.

"ang, i'm going to make a fool out of myself out there." y/n groaned. "i hate parties!"

"but you know these guys, y/n. you know marcus, you know clem and you know fred. you'll be fine. with that being said, if you want to leave early, call one of us."

"oh, you'll definitley be getting some kind of call." she rolled her eyes, stopping the turntable and sliding the shiny black vinyl back into it's sleeve, fairy lights twinkling above her. "what if they don't like me, angela?"

"and what if they love you?"

after bidding the physiotherapist her goodbyes, y/n pocketed her phone and padded across the dusty apartment floor to her kitchen. the apartment felt too big for her to live in on her own, and technically she didn't, but it's not like her roommate was ever home. she sighed to herself, opening the fridge to stare at the almost empty shelf, making a mental note to order her groceries.

if there was anything that gave her anxiety, it was grocery shopping. there was a voice in her head that always seemed to tell her that the cashier ringing her groceries through was judging her, or that that mother with two kids in a stroller was frowning at the nutritional index of meals she hadn't even made yet.

she grabbed the plastic container with the kirkland signature logo, groaning to herself as she realized that the lettuce in her pre-made ceaser salad had gone off.

"fuck me." she muttered, throwing the entire thing in the trash before grabbing a ziploc container filled with sliced peppers, that way she had at least eaten something before she went to the party.

just in case her anxiety stamped out her appetite

her nimble fingers sailed across the keyboard as she texted clement, asking for a ride to marcus'. she had no idea where she was going, and she didn't want to be lost in london this close to the new year.

i'll be at the apartment in twenty, and i've got my girlfriend with me. she can't wait to meet you! you're going to have a great time at marcus'

she took a deep breath, reminding herself to calm down a little. it was just marcus armstrong's house. what could possibly go wrong? they're the same people she had such a great time with at silverstone, right?

_____

she regretted going to marcus' almost as soon as she walked through the doors to his massive penthouse. at the track, they could pretend that they were all the same. but not here, not out in the real world when y/n walked through the front doors of his doorman building with glass elevators, his penthouse that was bigger than even the townhouse she grew up in with her parents.

in the kitchen, marcus had stacked a sturdy tower of martini glasses. behind them, felipe drugovich was standing on a kitchen chair with a bottle of ferrari trento champagne in his arms.

"i've always wanted to do this!" the f2 champion shouted. "come on, guys. someone get this on tape!"

"dear lord, what are the twenty stooges doing now?" she groaned, leaning against the wall next to jehan daruvala.

jehan laughed. "making a champagne fountain because liam said he saw it in a movie once. felipe wanted to do the honors of puring it, and nobody wants to argue with the f2 champ, especially when he just found out he's not getting a race seat next year, but logan is."

"shit. i guess the feeder series system just isn't working like it used to."

a chorus of cheers from the kitchen island disrupted further conversation, the warm lights shining down on the last person that y/n wanted to see. god, motorsport was a small world, wasn't it?

liam lawson locked eyes with her from across the apartment, giving her a sad and sympathetic smile. she bit her lip to stop from grimacing, meekly waving back.

nobody else knew what had happened between her and liam, and she preferred to keep it that way.

"y/n!" marcus shouted, throwing his arms in the air and waving her over. "come join us!"

"have a drink." clement encouraged, trying to pass her a glass of champagne.

she shook her head. "give it to your girlfriend, novalak. i'm actually allergic to alcohol."

calan williams narrowed his eyes, skeptically sipping from his own glass. "that sounds fake."

y/n laughed, moving closer to the kitchen island. "its a genetic thing. i can't handle anything more than a cooler or a mixed drink. anything stronger will have me throwing up for hours."

"i think there's some smirnoff ice in the fridge." marcus suggested, pointing towards a large cabinet front. ayumu iwasa opened the cabinet, revealing the fridge behind it.

fucking rich people.

"what the hell, pass me one of the peach smirnoff coolers in the door."

"to felipe!" dennis hauger shouted, hefting his beer into the air, arm full of tattoos on display. "our 2022 champion!"

"and to logan, my old teammate!" liam lawson added, throwing his arm around logan sargeant's neck. liam looked drunkest of all, though it seemed like all of the drivers were a wreck. "williams racing's last hope."

she spent most of the night wandering around marcus' massive house, ducking in and out of conversations. she appreciated that the drivers were trying to help her feel at home, but there was still a small part of her that wanted to flee, to run away and sit at home with her emily henry book or watch a korean psychological thriller.

"so who's actually sticking around next year?" jack doohan asked, slumped across marcus' living room sofa. "aren't they cleaning house in f2?" his buzzcut was growing back in, his shaggy blonde hair fitting his face much better, although the look still seemed odd since the length was at that awkward stage.

"it's dennis, you, ayumu, jehan, enzo, theo, me, amaury, roy, ralph." fred vesti started counting off on his fingers, a drunken slur underneath his words if one listened carefully.

"and i'm not going anywhere any time soon!" ralph boomed. "i'm like fernando fucking alonso, motherfuckers! 2023 is going to be my year, just you wait and see!"

"yeah right! the championship is as much yours as it is clem's!" marcus shouted back with a laugh, an aperol spritz in hand as he messed with the stereo.

"oh, fuck you lot." clement laughed, curled up in an armchair with his girlfriend. "you didn't need to do me like that in front of ines, come on, have some class."

"am i forgetting about anyone?" fred hummed. "i skipped clem, but am i missing anyone else?"

"what about zane? he's coming back, yeah?" amaury suggested.

"dude, it's a miracle that you're coming back." dennis snorted. "i thought you were gone for sure after that speeding ticket fiasco. how long did you lose your license for?"

sitting on the couch in between jack and olli caldwell, she felt suffocated. she drew her arms in on herself, trying to create a bubble of space from the aussie on one side and the briton on the other. her palms felt sweaty, her chest heavy.

"are you okay?" olli asked her softly. "do you want to get out of here? we can go for a walk, take a breather?"

she nodded quickly, her voice soft. "please? i love you all, i really do, but this is a bit much."

"yeah, come on. let's grab your jacket." olli encouraged, taking her by the hand as they both slipped out of marcus' living room.

not that anybody noticed they were gone. or that they had left together.

once they were both outside, y/n felt better. the cool breeze on her face, the twinkling christmas lights that had been lit up glowing in the haze as snow began to fall gently.

"so where are you off to next year if it's not f2?" she asked, fingers still laced with olli's as they walked down the sidewalk.

"endurance, i think. alpine are still sponsoring me as a driver, so laurent has been a hige help in trying to find me something else. it's something different, and i'm looking forward to it. what about you?"

"i have no idea." she answered truthfully, dropping olli's hand. "my internship runs out before the season starts in bahrain. then it will be back to the real world, the world where i'm on my own with my five friends and my roommate. i'm hoping that toto will keep me on next year, but i also realize that he might not have that control. it would be a shame to leave, though. i feel like i've finally found my place in this world."

they stopped walking, y/n leaning against the brickwork exterior of marcus' condo complex. olli stood in front of her, hands in his jeans pockets, his breath turning into mist in the air.

"i'm sure it will all work out. and even if mercedes don't take you on, there are so many other motorsports in europe that you can try. and you'll always have us, y/n. any time you want them, i've got wec tickets for you."

"thanks, olli. really."

they drifted into a silence, somewhat easy, somewhat not. olli's hands came up to press against the wall, his face just milimeters from hers. her heart started pounding, anticipation building in her bones.

is this it? is it really happening? is olli caldwell going to kiss me?

and then he leaned in, his lips pressed against hers.

y/n y/l/n had just had her first kiss.

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"so let me get this straight, you finally got your first kiss, a boy actually wanted to go out with you, and you're turning him down?"

"well, when you put it like that!" y/n groaned, face in her hands as she slumped back in her desk chair.

it was the week after marcus armstrong's party, the group sitting in the legal department at the mercedes f1 factory in brackley. she had already told the full story, and her face was pinker than a crush cream soda.

"i just don't understand what your train of thought is here, if i'm being honest." george chuckled. "so caldwell kissed you. what's the big deal?"

"because it was my first kiss, george! i've been thinking it over all weekend, and i felt sick to my stomach when olli texted me the morning after." she groaned, running her hands over her face. "you're going to laugh at me when i tell you why."

"i promise you, we aren't going to laugh, y/n." lewis said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "all of what you're feeling is normal."

she sighed. "it didn't feel the way that the books said it was supposed to feel."

"that's your big reasoning? really?" nyck's tinny voice rang through the speaker on mick shumacher's phone. in abu dhabi, the reserve driver had officially been traded to scuderia alphatauri, and by extension, not allowed into brackley to be privy to this conversation. so, naturally, he was facetimed and looped in anyways.

"mick, can you please mute the traitor." y/n groaned, reaching for the german boy's phone before mick laughed and pulled it out of her reach to mute the call himself.

on screen, nyck was still talking.

"i know it sounds stupid, but i've felt sick about it all weekend. what am i supposed to do, guys?"

"i think that your feeling are vaild, first of all." mick began, "and that maybe olli came on too strong."

mick's finger slipped, unmuting the call enough for nyck to shout. "did i not just say that? were you not listening?"

"you have so much time, y/n." lewis said with a small smile. "but i hope you've learned something about yourself from this, yeah? maybe this was the boost of self confidence that you needed?"

she had thought about the kiss all weekend, hoping that she could make it make sense, and that she wasn't overreacting. and it's not like olli had done anything wrong, although french kissing was a little much for the first date, even when it wasn't even a date, and she was trying to convince herself that telling olli she just wanted to be friends was the best call.

and then, digging deeper, she had to ask herself if she was even ready for a relationship. because when the idea was finally breathing down her neck, the idea of olli, and going on a date, and sharing so much of herself with someone else, it scared the shit out of her.

"he put his tongue in my mouth, lewis!" she whined. "god, i sound like a child."

"he what?" a muffled voice called from the other side of her desk, followed up by a thump and frantic whispering.

"what the fuck?" y/n mumbled, getting out of her desk chair and leaning over the glass cubicle wall. "paul?"

with a shit eating grin on his face, paul aron slipped out from underneath the table, kimi antonelli just behind him. while paul didn't look the least bit apologetic, kimi looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

"i am so sorry, miss. we shouldn't have been listening." the italian boy bowed his head. "but blame paul, it was his idea."

"what, i wanted the office gossip." the estonian boy shrugged. "he french kissed you, and you friendzoned him? that's a little sad."

"paul get out!" y/n snapped. "or i'll call toto and bono!"

the threat of toto wolff was enough to get kimi and paul to dart out of the room faster than the freca cars that they drove. toto didn't know about the kiss, mainly because she knew that he had otmar and laurent on speed dial and would find a way to put the fear of god into oliver caldwell for hurting his intern.

the bond that she had formed with the wolff family wasn't something she would have traded for the world. she found herself calling or texting toto's daughter rosa more often, with the two being of a similar age.

she just hoped that toto liked her enough to keep her around for another season.

"there are plenty of fish in the sea, kiddo." susie wolff added, striding into the office. "and don't worry, i'm not going to tell toto. although, paul and kimi might. take this as a learning experience. and don't take any advice from this lot." she added, whacking george in the back of the head with a file folder.

"why did i feel like that was directed at me?" the man from king's lynn groaned.

"the right boy will come when the time is right. god knows i met toto later in life. and look at us now." susie continued, pulling y/n in for a hug. "come on, we have an investor meeting with monster, and toto wants you there."

"me? he wants me in a meeting with our biggest sponsor?"

lewis laughed. "you need to start giving yourself more credit. you are so loved here, y/n. you have a future in motorsport law, a future here."

mick, lewis and george all exchanged a look, bright smiles on their faces.

"what are you not telling me? is toto keeping me on for next year?"

"we aren't allowed to say anything just yet." george started. "but, i think toto has a soft spot for you."

"put it this way: you'll know before bahrain, and you might want to pack some summer clothes." susie smiled.

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[limitless-haven]

Those Ocean Eyes

Synopsis: When you’re called upon by Tokyo Jujutsu High for an opportunity to study under the renowned Shoko Ieiri, you gladly accept the offer, leaving behind your old school. Here you start your new adventure, excited to learn and see where this life will take you, but what you don’t account for is that here is also where you truly fall in love for the first time.

Satoru Gojo is a charismatic enigma that captured your heart right away. As time goes on, you come to truly understand the pain behind those ocean eyes of his. The scariest part? His truth doesn’t terrify you like he expected it to. If anything it makes you fall more intense for him. You want to help shoulder the burden of his pain for the man you’ve come to love.

Word Count: 7.6k Warnings: MDNI. Heavy flirting/yearning, male masturbation, mention of death

A/N: ***This is a slow burn. Eventually, there will be some spicy scenes but I will give a warning beforehand.

***This story does contain elements, scenes, and dialog from the manga/anime.

***This story was influenced by the song Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish. Every time I hear the song, I can't help but think of Gojo and what a complex character he is. He is such a lovable character who deserves the world.

***This is also posted to my AO3 account under the name “kookie0807”

Chapter 3: Kikufuku

You stayed up for quite a bit last night talking to your mom. You told her all about your interaction with Shoko, and how safe and heard she made you feel. You told her about the other students here and how they mesh well together, and how you think they have the brightest futures. You told her about Gojo, just leaving out the parts where he had you melted into a puddle of embarrassment. Your mom told you she was beyond proud of you. She told you that your dad would have stars in his eyes because his little girl was going to save so many people. You guys laughed and even shed a few tears. This is the first time you’ve been so far away from your mom. In Kyoto, you lived in the same dormitory hall as your mother, she being a teacher for the school and you being the resident healer.

It was about nine in the morning when your alarm went off. Reluctantly you rolled over and turned it off. You huff and just lay there on your back for a minute, not sure if you are ready for the day. After all, you’ll be training with Satoru today, and there’s no telling how that was going to go. You finally get up, go into the bathroom to put on some light makeup, do your hair, and brush your teeth. Feeling like a human now, you walk back into your room and stand there in front of your closet. You're debating on what to wear, a cute pair of leggings and sports bra or gym shorts and a tank top. You decide on the leggings and sports bra. The leggings are black and show off your toned legs and hug the material around your ass so, so tight. You didn’t have the biggest ass, but you did workout to make sure it was firm but jiggly in all the right spots, and perky. The sports bra is a ‘peek-a-boo’ type that is also black, it holds the ‘girls’ up but in a sexy way with a little bit of extra skin showing. You put on a pair of fully white high-top converses and look in the mirror. This outfit hugs you in all the right spots, showing off your hourglass figure. ‘Damn, I look good!’ You say to yourself. You wonder if a certain white-haired man would think the same. You put back a couple of things in their place and head out the door to the sparing room.

You get to the room first and knock on the door. You wait for an answer but hear nothing so you decide to head in. Once inside you see the room is quite bare. There are quite a few mats down on the floor, a couple of chairs along a wall, and a vending machine full of drinks. It’s your typical sparing room. You decide to grab a bottle of water from the machine, you scan your phone and click on the one you want, when you bend down to get it, the door opens to who can only be one other person.

Gojo walks into the room and sees that you're bent down in front of the machine. What he didn’t expect was for you to be wearing such tight, perfectly fitted black leggings. ‘Fuck, this is gonna be fun.’ He thinks to himself. Today was really going to test his ability to keep it together and not throw you down on the mats and have you squirming around from pure ecstasy underneath him. He notices you didn’t hear him come in so he starts to walk over to you. As soon as you get back up from grabbing your water and turn around, Satoru has you backed into the machine, one hand trapping your body between himself and said machine.

Your back presses against the cold machine causing you to gasp but then you realize who has you trapped. You look up to find Satoru smiling at you. “H-hi Satoru.” You say before he can say something first.

“Well hi, pretty girl. My, what an outfit you picked out for today huh?” He says with a smile that shows just how much he’s enjoying seeing you in said outfit.

“Oh, this? I-I thought we’d be working up a sweat today, so I-I put this on.” You look down at your body, now wondering if this was the right call. Of course, you felt confident but did you make Satoru uncomfortable?

Satoru bites his lip as he lowers his head to take in the sight of you again. “Oh, we will. But this outfit, it’s doin’ things to me. I’m not sure what kinda sweat we may end up workin’ is all.”

You blush at his suggestive comment. You would love nothing more than that, honestly but you have to stay focused. No matter how much you wanted Satoru to make good on that word, you wanted to take this seriously. You needed to at least be able to throw a good punch and dodge one too. “Satoru, stop. We’re supposed to be training…not…not that.” You say sheepishly, your cheeks are bright pink.

He can’t help but love this little act you put on, like you aren’t affected by his words. Like you didn’t put that outfit on to rile him up, he knows you did. He takes a breath and calms himself. “You’re right, we’ll save that for later.” He backs away from you and goes to stand in the middle of the sparring room. You take in his outfit. Why is he wearing his normal jujutsu attire? Why does he still have the blindfold on? You give him a puzzled look. “Why are you in your school uniform?”

He snorts. “Without trying to sound too cocky, this is all I need.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you saying you won’t break a sweat from training with me?”

He smiles. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. If we’re being honest with each other here, I can promise ya, you won’t be able to touch me.”

You scowl at him. Was this guy serious? Did he seriously think that little of you? You want nothing more than to prove his arrogant ass wrong. “What about the blindfold?” You pause. “Come to think of it, why are you always wearing it?”

He chuckles. “Tell ya what, you ever manage to land a punch on me and I’ll let you in on the secret.”

‘A challenge? Oh, you’re on!’ You think to yourself. You take off in a full sprint towards Satoru and throw your hand out but right before you can land it, it feels like you’ve hit an invisible wall. Your hand stops a couple of inches away from his chest. You look up at him and he’s got that shit-eating grin you’ve come to know.

“Limitless,” that’s all he says with a smile. And then before you can blink, there is a flash of light and he’s now standing behind you on the other side of the room. You stumble but catch yourself and turn around to face him. Why did your hand stop in midair from connecting with him?

You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “Limitless? I mean, I’ve heard you have it but what exactly is it?”

He just stands there smiling at you. “It allows me to employ the concept of ‘infinity’ in a way where I can manipulate and distort space at my will.”

So that bastard knew from the moment he said he would be training you, that you wouldn’t be able to land anything on him. ‘What a jackass!’ You think to yourself. “How the hell am I supposed to hit you then?” You huff out once again.

Satoru thinks you look so fucking cute when you’re angry like this. He wants nothing more than to tame the brat that you are. He puts his hands behind his head, stretching his long body. “Dunno, that's for you to figure out (Y/N).” He smiles. “C’mon try again. I promise I won’t move.”

You roll your eyes at cheekiness. Shoko was right, Satoru is very cocky but with good reason. How the hell was anyone supposed to one-up the guy? You sigh and take off towards him again, this time going for a kick. Like before, your foot never makes contact with him like you wanted it to. It’s just floating there a couple of inches from him. You look at him and grit your teeth. You then drop your foot and try to punch his stomach but you're stopped again. He bends down to your hand, floating inches from his body.

“Givin’ it your all?” He asks and brings his hand up to yours. They are still separated by the invisible barrier though. He then flicks his finger in the direction of your hand and you go flying back onto the mat below. It’s with enough force that you bounce a little bit but aren’t hurt, well you can’t say the same for your pride.

You stare up at him with wide eyes. What the hell was that? He then stands with his legs spread wide apart and starts to stretch placing one hand on either knee and twisting. ‘Oh please like this is exhausting for you!’ You think to yourself. You get up from the mat and straighten out your leggings and sports bra.

You look at the door and sigh. “There is no point in training with you if I can’t ever touch you.”

Satoru huffs now, like a toddler not getting a new toy from the store. “C’mon, I was havin’ fun.” He says. “Fine, I’ll turn my infinity off but I don’t think you’re gonna like that result either.”

You can’t help but raise an eyebrow and then roll your eyes. “Stop being so cocky. You said you’d help me train so let’s do this!”

Satoru frowns at you. “But I don’t wanna hurt such a pretty girl.”

“I’m tougher than I look!” You all but shout. Was he actually going to hurt you? He was a lot bigger than you in every sense of the way.

“Fine but don’t cry when I kick your ass.” He says with a smile.

You roll your eyes. ‘That’s it! If it’s the last thing I do today, I will punch you Satoru Gojo!’ You say in your head.

You take off at him again, throwing a punch for his face but he moves his head out of the way. He grabs your arm and brings it down to his side, holding you there. This is the first time he’s ever touched you and you feel sparks from where his hand is. His touch is firm but doesn’t hurt, he’s softer than you’d imagine and god does it feel magical. You yank your arm back out of his grasp and stare at him, holding your arm where his hand just was.

“See, it’s off but you’re still not gonna be able to hit me.” He smiles.

You rub your arm where he grabbed you at. ‘Now is not the time to be fantasizing about his big, strong hands!’ You say to yourself. “No, it’s not. I still couldn’t hit you.” You say matter-of-factly.

He can’t help but let out a sizable laugh. He grabs his stomach from his hard he’s laughing. You feel embarrassed, your cheeks turning red. Once he calms down he says to you. “With my limitless power, I have control of how close things get to me, and that in turn controls how close I’m able to get to things. I have to turn it off if I want to make contact with anything.” He explains as he steps forward towards you. “So by me grabbin’ ya, trust me, it’s off.” He then grabs you by the arm and throws you over his head and onto the mat below.

You hit the mat a little harder than the invisible flick you took earlier which causes you to grimace. You look up at him before gathering all your strength and trying to sweep-kick him. As if he can read minds now, he backs up just in time before you make contact with him. You feel an undeniable rush of rage go through you, and you jump back to your feet. You just start punching all over, not caring where you’d hit but wanting to land one. He dodges every single one with ease. Before you know it, you’ve backed him toward the end of the room against the wall. You think this is your chance and go for one last swing. This time Satoru catches the punch in his hand and twists your arm behind your back, putting him behind you now. He slams your body against the wall face first, like a cop arresting someone. Thankfully you turned your head so you didn’t take the impact to your face. When your body collides with the wall you let out a groan of pain, breathing a bit heavier now from all those failed punches.

Satoru holds your arm in his large hand. He can tell you’re pissed off now and he can’t lie, it turns him on. He leans down so his mouth is right next to your ear. “Told ya.” He then presses his body into your back, squishing you against the wall even more.

You let out a gasp as you feel his toned, firm, massive body being pressed against you. You can’t be dishonest with yourself and say it didn't make you a little aroused with your current position with him. His mouth is right next to your ear, his body pressing into you. It all was starting to make you blush and feel lightheaded. You start to wiggle around, trying to free yourself from his grasp but it is no use he’s just too strong. You hear him breathe a little harder into your ear and grab you tighter, almost as if warning you to stop moving. It makes you blush all over.

“Careful princess, you might be in for a big surprise if you keep doing that.” He chuckles.

You bite your lip to stop the groan from escaping. Big surprise? Oh no, now you’re thinking about what he honestly means. Satoru is a very tall, athletic man. His hands were so large compared to yours, and his feet were massive, it made you wonder just how true his words were but you can just tell that Satoru Gojo isn’t lacking in the ‘big dick’ department, of course, why wouldn’t he be!? He was too perfect. Handsome face, nice muscular body, tall, arrogant, supposed big dick. ‘THAT'S NOT FAIR!’ You shout in your head. You decided to rile him up, if he could do it to you then why not do it back to him? “B-big surprise huh? Maybe I like big surprises.”

He chuckles moving closer until his lips come in contact with the outer shell of your ear. “Oh (Y/N), you’re playin’ a dangerous game. Believe me, I would love nothin’ more than to prove it to you but I know you’d have a difficult time handling me.”

You feel a deep throb down below, you can feel yourself getting more and more aroused by the second. The way he was leaning into you, the way his plump lips ghosted over your ear, the way his grip on your arm only tightened as he spoke. It was becoming too much but before you could say or do anything else, Satoru reluctantly let go of your arm and stepped back. You just stay up against the wall for a second, trying to catch your breath. When you feel like you do, you turn around to face him. He looks completely unfazed by what just happened, meanwhile, you're a little sweaty and your cheeks are flushed. You give him an annoyed look.

Satoru was turned on beyond belief, if he wasn’t careful, he’d be sporting a raging hard-on right now, he was already starting to chub up. He can’t remember the last time he wanted a woman so much, hell if ever. He wanted nothing more than to show you just how big he was, god he wanted to so badly but with being in the sparring room, anyone could walk in. He was getting too worked up. He takes a deep breath in, calming himself. “That’s enough for now. Shoko wants to see you in the lab.” He says as he turns towards the door and heads out without even looking back at you.

You were surprised and confused by his abrupt attitude change. What the hell is his problem? He came on to you and yet vanished when you teased him back a little? Was it too much? Was he uncomfortable? You push those thoughts to the back of your head as you grab your water and head out the door making your way over to the lab.

Satoru makes a b-line for his room. Once inside, he locks the door and heads into the bathroom. He turns the shower on but not to a hot setting. He sticks with a rather cool temperature. He takes off his clothes, throwing them down into a pile on the floor. He then takes off his blindfold, his snow-white hair falling in his face. He blinks rapidly for a second to adjust his eyes to the room. His bright blue eyes stare back at himself in the mirror. He looks at himself for a second before jumping into the shower. He stands there under the shower head, letting the water run down his ripped, tall body. His hands are on the tile in front of him, almost like he’s holding himself up. His mind immediately goes to you. He thinks about how fucking good it felt to have your teeny body pressed against him. How good you smelled. How your rapid little breaths made him want to make you do it more, made him want to turn them into pure, unadulterated moans. He feels his cock start to stir back to life. ‘Fuck, what are ya doin’ to me princess?’ He questions you in his head. He takes one hand off the wall and moves it down to grab his hardening member. He slowly drags his hand up to the head and squeezes. He lets out a sigh, he knows he shouldn’t be this affected by you but goddamn it you were so enticing. He starts to stroke himself faster, his grip tightening as he goes. He thinks about how different that little interaction could have gone. He wanted to spin you around and push you down to your knees. He wanted to watch as you ate those words when he pulled his cock out. He wanted to see the stunned look in your eyes once you saw just how massive his cock really was. He wanted to watch those pretty little lips wrap around the head of his cock and suck lightly before he pushed more into your hot, wet mouth. “Shit. Hah-,” he moans out as his hand slides up and down his cock at a quickened pace. He was so, so close to finishing already. He imagines how you would look up at him with his cock in your mouth. How you would take it down your throat, choking on him inch by impressive inch. He wants to see your eyes get teary as you deepthroat him. At that thought he's panting heavily now. “Ngh, fuck, (Y/N)!” he moans out as he’s cumming in hot, white ropes all over his hand and the shower wall. He stays in the shower a bit longer, catching his breath. He then washes his body and hair before getting out and going about his day like he didn’t just cum to the thought of you.

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Before you know it, a month has passed. You’re still training with Satoru every day in the sparring room, although you haven’t managed to land a single punch on him. Principal Yaga has told you not to get discouraged, these things take time, and that he would rather you learn how to protect yourself than see you end up seriously hurt or worse. Things with Shoko are going well. You have a big ‘test’ coming up soon. She said that it’s going to be going over everything you learned in that book she gave you a while ago now. Shoko also said if you pass, she’s going to take you out for a night on the town, her treat! You studied it every night so you know you’ll pass with flying colors. You’ve been able to heal up some of the students as they’ve gone on missions but nothing too extensive.

Just like any other day, you walk into the sparring room to already find Gojo sitting on one of the chairs. You put your phone and water bottle down on the chair beside him. He looks up at you. “Ready to try and kick my ass again?” He chuckles out.

You roll your eyes at him already being annoying. “Sure am. I’m gonna hit you today, I can feel it.”

He tilts his head back and lets out a cackle. “Sure thing princess. Tell ya what, you manage to hit me today and I’ll take ya shoppin‘. Even let you use my card.” He says as an incentive.

Shopping with Satoru’s card!? You knew he was loaded being the heir to the Gojo clan but a part of you would feel bad taking his money. Nonetheless, you agree. “Deal but don’t cry when I rack up quite the charges.” You say smiling at him.

Satoru smirks back at you. “You won’t even be able to put a dent in my bank account princess.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. You take your stance on the mats and wait for him to join you. He gets up from the chair and walks over to you standing in front of you now. He’s the first one to throw a punch at you. He aims for your stomach but you back away. You drop down to the ground and try to sweep his lanky legs from him but he jumps over the kick. Once he lands back down he grabs your arm and flips you over his body but you manage to land on your feet. He still got ahold of your arm so you twist your body around so your fronts are facing each other. You use your legs to kick off his rock-hard stomach, flipping over in the process and landing on both of your feet. Satoru just smirks at you. “Not bad.”

You smile but don’t waste time getting caught up in his compliment. You charge for him but he grabs you by the arm again, this time you're being held against his hip. Just then the door opens and Yuji comes in. “Gojo-sensi!” He yells.

It takes Satoru by surprise, you can tell he’s dropped his guard so with all the strength you can muster up in your tiny body, you grab onto his arm and press your hip into his effectively hip tossing him down onto the mat below. Satoru is stunned for a moment too late because as soon as he hits the mat, he’s met with your first to his chest. You did it! You hit him! You actually hit him!

He stares up at you, your fist still on his chiseled chest. You look down at him and now, you have the biggest shit-eating grin on your face. “….i hit you…I FUCKING HIT YOU!” You shout!

Satoru can’t help but smile and laugh. You did indeed hit him. “Well, I’ll be damned. You sure did pretty girl.” He says. Something inside his heart starts to flutter. He can’t explain why but he is truly happy to see your reaction. It’s so pure, so refreshing, so goddamn cute. Spending every day with you for the last month has made Satoru realize just how much he genuinely likes you. You’re not afraid to give him shit back, you’re not afraid to voice your opinions, you’re determined to get better at being a sorcerer, you’re funny, kind, sweet, and did mention the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on. He can’t help but smile up at you.

You straighten up and hold your hand out which Satoru takes it. You help him get back to his feet and then run over to Yuji, hugging him so tightly! He’s surprised but hugs you back, his little cheeks turning a pink shade. “What’s this for?”

You're still hugging him. “You were the perfect distraction Yuji! I finally landed a hit on Satoru!” You say excitedly and let him go looking at said man.

Satoru can’t help but smirk. ‘Damn kid.’ He thinks to himself. “Yuji, what the hell?.” He frowns. “C’mon I thought we were bros!”

Yuji just laughs and rubs the back of his head. “We are Gojo, sorry bout that! But I came to tell you that Yaga wants to see you.”

Satoru sighs. “Damn that old man…I’ll be right there.” He directs his attention to you now. “As for you, go get ready. I’m a man of my word. A princess deserves her shoppin’ trip.” He says as he passes you and heads out the door to find Yaga. You tell Yuji thank you even though he had no idea he was helping you.

You stand there smiling to yourself, feeling so giddy. You grab your phone and water bottle then rush out the door to your room. Once there, you take a shower and do your hair and make-up. You pick out a mini light blue sundress and pair it with some white wedge sandals. You hear a knock on your door and head over to open it. Your heart skips a beat when you see him. There stands the most handsome man you’ve ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. Satoru is wearing a pair of dark wash slim-fit jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of white Converse. Your gaze finally reaches his face. For the first time since you’ve met him, he’s not wearing a blindfold but a pair of dark blue, almost black sunglasses. His white fluffy hair is down in his face, messy but still elegant. You still can’t see his eyes and it’s driving you crazy! He’s smiling at you. “(Y/N), you look- so beautiful.” He says.

You're blushing before you know it but smiling back at him. “T-thank you. You look very h-handsome Satoru.” You say stumbling over your words a bit. Who can blame you though? Anyone in your position would be stunned by this man’s true beauty too!

“Ijichi is waiting for us out front. C’mon let’s go.” You follow him out to the car, greeting Ijichi and thanking him for driving you there. Once you two get to the mall, you look at Satoru.

“You seriously don’t have to buy me anything, you know that…right?” You ask him.

He just lets out a little laugh and smirks at you. “And I thought I told ya, I’d be paying for this shopping trip.”

You shake your head. “No Satoru, I can’t just take your money. I was just joking with you earlier about racking up charges.”

He just smiles at you. “I really don’t care (Y/N). Money doesn’t mean a thing to me.”

You continue to shake your head. “I’m not going to let you pay for anything.”

Satoru lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes under his sunglasses. “Fine.” He then grabs your hand, locking his long fingers around yours. “This is a date. Let me be a gentleman and pay for my girl.” He smiles down at you.

Your heart skips a beat, there are so, so many butterflies in your stomach. You look up at him, shocked that he said that. Shocked that he called you his girl. You feel lightheaded. Your legs are starting to wobble a bit. He notices the change in your behavior and squeezes your hand. “Y’okay pretty?”

You nod your head, still staring at him. He’s just smiling down at you. You feel him squeeze your hand again and it brings you back down to reality. He turned off his infinity for you!? You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy before. “Y-yeah, m’okay…” you say sheepishly.

He leans down getting close to your face. “Somethin’ wrong?” He questions.

You shake your head. “N-no not at all. J-just makes me shy when you say stuff…like that.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “The date part? Or that I called ya, my girl?”

Your cheeks flush red now. God, did he have to tease you? “…Sattoorruuu,” you whine. “It’s both…” you say.

He can’t help but smile at your reaction. “What? I’m jus' going on a date with my pretty girl.” He says.

You lean into his arm and hide your face. Satoru can’t help but grin at your adorable reaction. “C’mon, where do you wanna go first?” He asks as he starts walking, in turn making you walk with him.

You look around the mall at the different stores. You see a really cute boutique that sells cute girly things, you see a shoe store, a jewelry store, a book store, and a store that sells just lingerie. Satoru notices your eyes stop at the lingerie store for a bit longer than the others. “You wanna go in there? I won't complain once.” He says tilting his head in that direction and grinning.

You blush again and shake your head. “No, no, no. I can’t handle that.” You say shyly.

Satoru lets out a laugh and smiles. “Next time then? Let’s go into that store, yeah?” He says as he points to the cute little boutique. You nod your head in agreement and head off that way. You find a couple of cute things and true to his word, Satoru doesn’t let you pay for anything. You visit a couple more stores and find little things here and there, all of which Satoru pays for. After a while, you’ve accumulated a few bags and head off back to the car where Ijichi is waiting. Satoru takes the bags from you and places them in the trunk. You both get in the car and head back to the school but before you can get there, you notice the part of town you're in. ‘Wait, is this the place?’ You think to yourself.

“Ijichi, please stop the car now.” You say politely.

He does as you say, pulling the car into a parking space. “Is anything wrong Ms. (Y/L/N)?” He asks, a bit concerned about the sudden urgency to stop.

“No, I just really got to use the ladies' room.” You lie.

“Oh okay.” He says.

“Satoru, can you come with me?” You look at him and ask.

“You need me to go into the bathroom with ya?” He asks, confused.

You laugh and smile. “No, but could you maybe wait outside on those benches for me?” You say as you point to a bench just off to the side of all these little shops.

“Uh, sure.” He is still confused.

You thank Ijichi and get out of the car, pulling Satoru along with you. You make him sit at the bench and promise he won’t move. You tell him you’ll be right back and head towards the bathroom. You round the corner and there you spot it….it being his favorite Kikufuku mochi stand.

You walk up to the older grandma working the stand and order a box of freshly made Kikufuku. A couple of minutes later, she returns with your order and you pay, thanking her. ‘I hope Megumi wasn’t lying.’ You think to yourself as you approach Satoru from behind. You think he might have turned back on his infinity so you don’t put your hands over his eyes like you would like to. Instead, you step from around him with your hands behind your back, holding the mochi from his sight. He smirks when he sees you but is still rather confused. “What’s this about?” He asks.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth please?” You ask him sweetly.

He gives you a questionable look. “You’re not gonna put somethin’ phallic in my mouth are ya?”

You can’t help but let out a gut-busting laugh. “No, no I promise.” You say as you feel tears form in your eyes from laughing so hard.

Satoru cautiously closes his eyes. “Ok, they’re closed.” He says.

“You promise?” You ask.

He grins. “I promise princess.”

You trust him, you just wanted to give him a hard time because he would do the same to you. You take the box from behind your back and open it. You then unwrap one of the Kikufuku and move toward his mouth.

“Open.” You say to him. He opens that big, beautiful mouth of his and you place half of the mochi in. “Now bite down.” You tell him.

He follows your orders and bites down. He instantly recognizes that it’s Kikufuku, it just so happens to be his favorite thing ever. The chewy mochi paired with the not-too-overly-sweet filling is absolute perfection. He opens his eyes, not that you can see them anyway, and looks at you. His heart skips a beat. The pure joy on your face is making his heart beat fast. He’s never felt like this for a girl before.

You watch as he savors the mochi. You find it absolutely adorable how the smile on his face hasn’t gone away since he found out that he was eating. You find the butterflies returning as you watch him. “I take it you like them?” You ask him.

“Kikufuku is the best! How’d y’know these were my favorite?” He asks, looking up at the box in your hand.

“Oh I was talking to the first years one day and you came up in our conversation. Megumi said that those were your favorite mochi. I saw Ijichi driving by the one place that sells them so I had to have him pull over. I wanted to get you something.” You smile at him.

He just stares at you. He knows it’s just a simple gesture, but it means the world to him. Most people around him don’t really listen to him, they just think he’s being annoying. So the fact that you went out of your way to bring him here and buy him his favorite mochi, well Satoru Gojo feels like the luckiest man on the planet right now. He reaches out for what you think is the box but he grabs your arm and pulls you to sit on his lap. You're sitting sideways on top of his legs, your feet are dangling to the side of his calf. He wraps his long arms around your waist and holds you.

You can’t lie, it feels so nice to be this close to him but it also makes you nervous. You’ve caught feelings for this man in such a short period of time that it kind of scares you. He makes your heart flutter at the simplest things.

“I take it Megumi wasn’t lying to me.” You say with a giggle, enjoying the feeling of his big, strong arms around you.

“Nah, the kid knows me well.” He says as he takes another mochi from the box and pops it into his mouth. “These are heaven!” He says while grinning.

“And how well is that?” You ask curiously. You knew out of the first years, Megumi was the one who knew Gojo the longest but you had no idea what their relationship was like.

“Back when I was sixteen….” He pauses, about to open up to you for the first time. He feels comfortable enough to share. “His father was sent on a mission to kill this girl my best friend and I were protecting. He ended up succeeding in killing her.” He gets serious. “In the process, the bastard ended up almost killin’ me but on the brink of death I figured out how to use the reverse cursed technique and healed myself.” He says with a sigh. Satoru didn’t like killing people but it came along with the territory of being a Jujutsu sorcerer and the strongest one at that. “I…I killed him and in his final words, he told me that he sold his son to the Zenin clan. Knowin' how awful they would have been to the poor kid, I decided to step in. A couple of years later when Megumi was about six years old, a first grader, I found him and took him under my wing. I was only about eighteen or nineteen” He sighs. “Megumi needed someone to guide and protect him from this fucked up world of bein’ a jujutsu sorcerer.”

Sixteen!? This happened to him at sixteen? He was forced to kill a man at such a young age? God, you couldn’t imagine the mental toll that took on him. At that age, you were worried about failing your school tests and hanging out with your friends. Satoru was out here protecting people, having to kill some at that. “Oh wow. That’s a lot for a sixteen-year-old.” You say, shaking your head. “I can’t imagine what that was like and then to turn around and take care of a child at such a young age yourself?” You look at his face and give him a soft smile. “Megumi is very lucky to have you.”

Satoru smiles. “Nah, I’m nothin’ special. Just doin’ my job. This is what people expect from me. I’m the strongest after all. They don’t care if I live or die.”

You hate how nonchalant he is about killing a man at sixteen and then taking in his child at eighteen or nineteen...like this was a normal occurrence for everyone? You hated it even more that it seems people have never valued Satoru’s life, in turn making him not see the value in it either. You shake your head and then wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into you. You felt this overwhelming heartbreak for him. How could anyone just treat him like he was just a tool like his life meant nothing? Why would the higher-ups ever send a kid on a mission like that?

“That’s not fair, Satoru. That’s not fair at all. When do you get to be weak? When do you get to say no? Why didn’t those evil people treat you like a human?” You start to spiral. “You’re fucking human, Satoru. Not some unstoppable monster for the jujutsu higher-ups. Your feelings matter, your safety matters.” You lean back out from hugging him and grab his face between both of your hands. You look into his eyes despite the sunglasses being in the way and you feel your eyes starting to tear up. “You matter, Satoru. You matter so much.”

Satoru is stunned by your words. Never has anyone in his life told him that he mattered. No one has ever acknowledged that he’s a human with feelings too. No one has ever cared for him like this. It’s a new experience for him and he’s a little overwhelmed. He looks at you and gives you a tender smile, his heart is fluttering. “(Y/N), I-I,” but you don’t let him finish.

“Stop.” You say and he closes his mouth. “You are so special Satoru. Not because you’re the strongest but because you’re you. This world would be a much darker place without you.” You say as a tear falls from your eye. You have never felt this emotional about someone telling you about their past, about how little the higher-ups have made him feel about himself. They made him feel like he was completely disposable.

He’s looking at you watching as the tear falls down your face. He can’t help but feel like at this moment in time, he finally matters. His feelings are valid. He reaches out for your face and wipes away the tear gently. This action makes you look at him. He then moves the hand that just wiped away your tears and moves it towards his sunglasses. You watch him intently. He then removes his glasses and you are met with the most beautiful pair of ocean-blue eyes ever created. He blinks a couple of times to adjust to the sudden intake of light and energy flow. You just look at him.

“Aw, c’mon. You don't find me attractive? Should I have left ‘em on?” He jokes with you. You watch his eyes crinkle up from him smiling.

“S-Satoru,” you say as you look into his bright eyes. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are so beautiful.” Your cheeks are flushing pink.

Now here is a thing no one would ever have imagined to see, the Satoru Gojo is blushing. His cheeks are a dusty pink color. He feels very vulnerable right now. No woman has ever had him feeling like this. Is this love? He doesn’t know but what he does know is that you make him happy beyond his wildest dreams. He smiles a genuine smile and you watch as it reaches his eyes. He is so adorable right now. You think you could get used to this Satoru. Yes, you loved when he was joking and teasing you but you also loved that he was showing you this side of himself that was so defenseless, so free.

“Well thank ya, my pretty girl.” He says as he pinches your side causing you to flinch and laugh.

“Why have you been hiding them?” You ask.

“My six eyes? It’s the Gojo clan's inherited gift, not everyone is born with 'em though. It grants me an incredible perception of cursed energy. I can distinguish different people and curses from miles away. It also lets me control my cursed energy. That combined with my limitless technique and you have the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.” He says as he leans back on the bench. “If I have them uncovered for long periods of time, it can fatigue me a little.”

“I didn’t know it was that powerful Satoru, but always remember that you're more than just the strongest sorcerer.” You say to him with a soft smile. Having that kind of capability just from taking off the coverings from his eyes is astonishing. You can’t imagine the physical strain of seeing everyone’s flow of cured energy all the time must do to him. “Wait,” you say. “If you can see cursed energy from everyone around you…” your voice fades off as you think about earlier. Oh, this man…he-he…

“Let you hit me earlier?” He says with a smug grin. “Yes princess, I did.”

You look at him stunned and a bit annoyed. You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “Satoru! Why would you do that? I thought I was getting better!” You speak like a scorned child.

He lets out a laugh and pinches your cheek. “You are gettin’ better. I’m just not the person who’s ass you could ever kick.” He says cockily with a wink. “You've been doin’ so much over the last month, I wanted to show my appreciation for all your hard work.” He says genially. “Plus, I wanted to get you all to myself for a bit.” He says grinning and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

Before anything else can be said or done, Ijichi comes running up to the both of you. He stands behind the bench. “Satoru, there you are.” He says out of breath from running around.

Gojo lets out a groan, putting his sunglasses back on. “Ijichi, are ya related to Kugisaki by chance?”

Ijichi looks very confused. “No Gojo. Why would you think that?”

He sighs and throws his head back looking at Ijichi behind him. “Because you two have the shittiest timin' ever.” He says rather gravely.

Ijichi looks like he’s about to shit his pants. He hates it when Gojo gets serious, especially towards him. “imverysorrypleasedonthurtme.” He rushes out.

Satoru chuckles. “Expect a forehead flick. What did you want?”

“Principal Yaga called and requested you back at the school. He said there is a grade one curse he needs you to take care of.” Ijichi informs him, covering his forehead already imagining the pain of said forehead flick.

Satoru scoffs. “Like that’ll take any time at all.” He lifts his head back up and looks at you. “Sorry pretty, but we gotta go.” You hop off his lap and straighten out your dress. Satoru leans down to whisper in your ear so Ijichi can’t hear. “When I do finally get you to myself, I promise to show ya a real good time.” He says the innuendo like it was nothing which causes you to blush bright pink.

Satoru grabs your hand and you start walking back to the car with him and Ijichi. You all get in and head back to the school. On the way back you start to relive the day. It was such a fun time getting away from school and just being able to spend time with Satoru. You love that he is opening up to you. You can tell you're starting to fall for this man, and hard. Little did you know, Satoru Gojo was starting to feel the same for you, he was just too scared to admit it. He didn’t want to put you in the position of being worried about him all the time, even though he knew nothing would happen to him. After all, he was the strongest…but sometimes it felt nice to be weak in front of the right person.

[ryuyejiho]

"Friend with benefits or just idol?" - Sunwoo

Pairing: Sunwoo x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fingering, Sex, Swearing, Sex with a stranger/idol, Dirty words

Summary: The usual winning ticket to meet the biggest idol turned into a meeting at the hotel in the middle of the night...

Word Count: ~4.9 k

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The day I read the e-mail that I had won my biggest idol's birthday raffle was by far the happiest day of my life.

I took part with the attitude that I would lose nothing from it and probably gain nothing as well. But how big was my surprise when I, along with five other people, won a fansing, a one-on-one meeting with Kim Sunwoo from The Boyz himself.

So I was currently sitting on the plane that would take me straight to the South Korean capital. I was currently recalling grammar and vocabulary from the Korean language in case I forgot everything I knew due to stress.

I'm half Korean but I've lived in the U.S. all my life so I only started learning the language about five years ago.

But it wasn't even half an hour when I got bored, took my headphones and listening to my favorite songs, mostly The Boyz, I fell asleep.

As soon as we landed I went to catch taxi and went to the hotel to freshen up as quickly as possible and get ready to leave. After 15 minutes I was in the hotel room where I took a quick shower, dried and straightened my hair and did a quick but expressive makeup with eyeliner.

Opening my suitcase, I prayed that the dress I had prepared would not be crumpled and ready to go. Fortunately, it was, and as soon as I put it on and zipped up the back I put on my Converse platform shoes and grabbing my bag I left the room.

After about 40 minutes I was already there, the meeting was to take place in one of the halls of the label building so I went there. Before entering I was greeted by a nice girl from the staff who gave me an entrance pass to the label area and directed me where to go.

Along the way I passed a lot of doors and hallways, some places I recognized from The Boyz' various vlogs on YouTube. When I entered the hall I saw one girl who was dressed in shorts, a cute pink top and had pink makeup. I looked at myself in the big mirror that was all along the wall and thought how different we were.

She dressed in pink, with small heeled shoes and cute pink makeup and me who was dressed in a tight black dress, black platform Converse and wearing strong makeup with equally strong and long lines on my eyes.

Still, I liked how I looked, I wanted to make the best impression on Sunwoo. Maybe it's not that I damn well like him.... well, okay, I like him so fucking much. More than once I dreamed of getting to know him closer, much closer, to be able to touch him and feel his beautiful plump lips on me.

I sat down next to the pink girl and greeted her quietly when three others entered the room. They all looked alike, adorably dressed in short skirts and pastel-colored shirts. One had a fringe flipped every which way, another had a straight cut in front of her eyebrows. Their makeup was hardly any different, bright glossy eye shadow and faintly painted eyelashes.

However, when the last girl entered the room I felt a drip of envy. She was the only one wearing pants which, combined with a short top, created the perfect look. She sat down next to me and smiled, but when the door opened we all looked in their direction.

The first to enter was the man from the staff and Sunwoo followed him in. He looked so appealing and sexy that I panicked. I knew it would be difficult for me to express myself in front of him, but seeing him like this I knew it would be a hundred times worse.

He was wearing a black shirt in which the top buttons were undone. Jeans of the same color were wide but matched the shirt perfectly. His also black hair was straightened and arranged so that his forehead was visible.

When he walked into the room his gaze stopped on me and at first I got hot, but when I realized that I was the only one sitting and the girls threw themselves in his direction I felt embarrassed. However, I quickly passed when one of the girls started hysterically crying and trying to hug him, making Staff have to forcefully pull her away from him. The girl in the pants looked at me amused and stood next to me as a line formed.

I was the last but I didn't mind. I had time to mentally set myself up to talk to him plus I knew that if I was last I had a good chance that he would remember me the most.

Staff told us to sit on the sofa against the wall and wait our turn. I was glad because I was sitting in such a place where I had a perfect view of him but when I noticed that he glanced in my direction every now and then I felt embarrassed.

In addition to the fact that he intimidated me just by looking at me, all what I constantly had in my mind was the situation where everyone was greeting him and I was sitting like a fool.

For over an hour while he was talking to other girls, grabbing their hands, stroking their hair, etc. he kept glancing at me. It got more and more intesive as he looked at me longer and longer each time, licked his lips and took deep breaths.

Finally when it was my turn I was stressing like never before in my life. When I walked toward him and pushed back my chair to sit down he didn't look at me once being busy looking for the right page and signing it in the album. But once he raised his head and looked at me I momentarily became hot.

I didn't know whether to look, at his large eyes which were now slightly squinted, his lips which he was now licking, his sharply defined jawline or his neck with his collarbones sticking out from his shirt.

Suddenly I was speechless and just sat there looking at him. He started laughing when I still didn't speak for a long moment and caught my one hand in two of his own.

"So you've been very lucky since you're here," he riddled, to which I nodded and thought about what I was supposed to answer. I found him completely dazzling, so much so that I forgot my tongue.

"ah yes, haha..." I laughed nervously and looked at our hands as he began to squeeze it and stroke the top with his thumb.

He watched me for a long time with a smile and a slight tilt of his head. His eyes were so intense that when I tried to look into them I gave up after a few seconds.

"You look very pretty. In general you are very pretty," it was that moment I was about to exploding. Such words combined with his voice that suddenly became even lower than usual. I didn't know what to answer so I burped a stupid "you too". I immediately mentally hit my head, even more so when he laughed.

"Thank you. Hey look, we fit in with styles and colors" with his hand he pointed at himself and me.

"indeed. The black color suits you very well, you look very sexy in that shirt" I looked at him and seeing his surprised face I realized what I had said.

But he, instead of being angry or anything, smirked and nodded. He let go of my hand and took back the album that was lying on the corner of the table. He opened it to a random page, just where Eric was, and grabbing as if to snatch it he looked at me waiting for permission.

Surprised, I nodded slightly at which he pulled a piece of paper down at the same time coughing so as to drown out the sound. He quickly grabbed a pen and wrote something on the torn piece then forcibly put it in my hand so that no one could see. He closed the album and put it back in place discreetly looking around to make sure no one saw his actions.

Before I could say anything one man from the staff went over to us and informed us that the meeting was over and we were to say goodbye.

I was damn sorry that I didn't even dare to say anything, but when I heard Sunwoo say "see you later" as I were leaving, I started to think about it. His voice sounded like he wanted to convey something more to me with it, and I couldn't wait to get out of here and see to was on the card he gave me.

On the way out he said goodbye to all of us thanking us for coming and a moment later we were ushered out of the room. Earlier each girl was searched along with looking through the album after which we were allowed to leave the hall.

As soon as I stepped outside the building I hid the album in my bag and looked at the piece of paper I still held tightly in my hand.

There was a phone number unneatly written on it, under which it only said 'call me'.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, the fact that I had just received Sunwoo's phone number.

I walked all the way to the hotel in shock and spent the whole evening wondering why I had gotten the number. I didn't know if it was definitely his number, if I should call or write. I didn't know what was going on.

However, when I spent another hour trying to fall asleep and not think about what had happened, I gave up. I got up and grabbed my phone, typed in the number that was lying on the cabinet next to the bed and after a moment's thought, I called.

Hearing the signals on the phone, my heart was beating like crazy. But once I heard his my heart stopped. I didn't know what to say, I hadn't even thought it through.

"Hello?" I heard again so I decided to speak up.

"hey, I got your number today and decided to call you".

"finally. I thought you wouldn't call." he laughed at which I smiled but my face immediately turned serious when he continued "we didn't talk much before so I thought we could get together. I liked you a lot so.... I was hoping we could get to know each other more"

My heart was about to leap out of my chest

"sure... I mean.. I'm in Korea for 6 more days but if need be I'll even stay longer" I laughed to which he responded with the same thing

"okey then... do you have time today?" he asked enthusiastically to which I looked surprised at the clock which hung opposite the bed and showed 2 am.

"i mean yeah, i have time. I couldn't fall asleep anyway."

"you couldn't fall asleep so you called me" was more of a statement than a question. Suddenly his voice became sexier, at least that's what it seemed to me.

"something like that" I replied to which I heard a quiet snort.

"Since you're not from Korea you must be at the hotel now, right? I can come to you if you want. It's better if you don't walk alone at night in a city you don't know," he offered, to which I had no choice but to agree.

He was supposed to come in half an hour so I quickly got up and cleaned up what I had messed up during the time I had been here.

Just as I finished fixing my hair I heard the sound of the phone to which I almost ran.

"I'm already at the entrance" was all I heard before he hung up so putting on my slippers I quickly left the room and took the elevator downstairs to go out to get him.

He was dressed in a plain black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, he had a baseball cap on his head and on his face there was not a trace of the makeup he had on at the earlier meeting. In his hand he held a white net with the logo of a store that was nearby.

I tried to act normal so with a smile I walked up to him and said hello. After a while we went inside the hotel and walked towards the elevator. This one immediately opened so we went inside where I dialed the floor number.

Since my room was all the way up on the 21st floor it took us a long while to get there. All this time we didn't say anything but I still felt his gaze on me, when we were about to leave I looked at him but he didn't even look away from me for a moment.

When we finally got out of the elevator we went to my room, I told him to get comfortable which he immediately did by putting the net on the floor and literally throwing himself on the bed. I started laughing at him when he sprawled all over the bed, closed his eyes and theatrically started snoring.

"Tired?" I asked again not knowing what to say. He nodded at that and got up to sit on the edge of the bed.

"very, comeback soon and we are still busy" he said at which I opened my eyes wide "oops... I just said something I shouldn't have said".

We laughed about it, after a while he got up and took a net from which he took out two bottles of soju, two beers, chips, chocolate and two packets of ramen. He put everything on the bed and asking if I had Netflix he took my laptop in his hand.

I was surprised at how comfortable he felt, but the longer I stayed with him the more comfortable I also felt, as if we had known each other a lot longer.

"and what do you want to watch?" I asked, sitting down on the bed and leaning against a pile of pillows. He seeing this also changed his seat and, handing me a bottle of soju, sat down next to me. Too close for a first meeting but I didn't mind.

"You know. Netflix and chill, those things" he looked at me amused but then looked at my breasts. That's when I noticed I was wearing an sleep shirt that barely covered what it should cover. He turned his head while licking his lips and turned on one of the movies.

The whole time I tried to focus on the movie but I was distracted by everything. From the sound of the mini-fridge being turned on to his proximity. Every movement he made was equivalent to rubbing his body against mine. I tried not to move but it didn't help when he couldn't sit still and every now and then reached for a packet of chips.

Lying on my side on the pillows I started looking at his face. He had such a beautiful and handsome face profile that I could look at his photos for hours and now that I had him so close in person he was incomparably more handsome.

When he once again bent down to the packet of chips he felt that I was watching him and with a smile he asked without even looking at me

"You like what you see" he again stated more than asked at which I became very abashed but I did not want to be quiet again and show from such a side

"yes, very much" I said quiet at which he turned around. He licked his fingers off the spices from chips in a way as if they were dirty from something else, I looked at his long slender fingers between his lips and took a deep breath which did not escape his notice because he smiled immediately afterwards.

"Very?" he moved a little closer to me and tilted his head to the side. I nodded and squinted my eyes when his gaze again went to my cleavage. He looked back into my eyes and smiled in the sexiest way I had ever seen in him.

I couldn't help myself and smiled back licking and biting my lip. He looked at my lips and moved so close that our noses were in contact with each other, he put his hand on my waist as he moved my body closer to him

"don't bite your lip when you're around me, remember this or else it will end up being more than the usual going to sleep" he muttered directly into my mouth and kissed it gently. When he moved away to sit back down I bit my lip again wanting to see what will he do.

He saw it immediately and in a flash he moved closer to me and pressed himself to my lips. A million thoughts and questions ran through my head, but feeling how well he kissed me I gave myself over to the moment. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him even closer to me then he came top of me and resting the whole weight of his body on mine, roamed his hands all over my body.

At that moment I forgot that I was kissing my idol, at that moment I thought of him as a deadly handsome boy whom I know very well.

"you have such an awesome beautiful body, I wanted to touch you as soon as I saw you" he said in between kisses "you are so fucking gorgeous"

He moved his kisses to my neck, kissing every one of my most sensitive points as if he knew my body and my needs perfectly. I couldn't help myself and began to moan quietly feeling good under him. Hearing my moans he raised himself up on his hands and started kissing my lips again, this time much more passionately than before.

"I've wanted to hear it ever since you first spoke," his voice grew lower and sexier by the minute.

I often thought about what he was like in bed. More than once in the night I imagined how I lay beneath him while he works on me with his rapper's tongue. How he thrusts into me with his hips that perfectly perform choreographed dances.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked while kissing my cheek and massaging my thigh.

"About you. About how long I've been dreaming of this moment."

"Have you been dreaming about it? You dreamed of fucking with me?" I nodded, closing my eyes as I felt his hip press against the tender spot between my legs. "Are you still dreaming about it?"

"and do you fulfill the dreams of others?"

"Yours I will fulfill every one. Just tell me what you want," he said in a seductive voice kissing my cleavage.

"I want you Sunwoo, but I don't think it's right for you to sleep with your fan" I played with his hair while breathing deeply. At my words he raised his head and looked into my eyes.

"Do you consider me and like me only as a band member or like a boy you met before?

"I've always wanted to get to know you and become friends with you," I confessed slightly embarrassed

"Make friends? How about friends with benefits?" he asked seriously

"so you fulfill the dreams of others, though?" I laughed

"as I said, only yours" he suddenly knelt down in front of me and quickly pulled off his T-shirt. My gaze immediately flew to his tattoo which was on the side of his waist. He moved closer to me and grabbing the material of my T-shirt, pulled it upward. He did the same with my shorts making me stay in only my underwear.

He lay on top of me again and, stroking my belly, went higher and higher to my breasts. He put his hand under the material of my bra but it was clearly disturbed so he quickly pulled it off me.

His actions were so fast that I didn't even have time to think about anything, I just lay there and quietly moaned. When he threw my bra behind him he was momentarily at my breasts, licked the skin between them and, looking into my eyes, took one nipple between his lips.

I put my fingers in his fluffy hair, put my other hand over my mouth in an attempt to drown out my increasingly loud moans. It was of no use to me when he started sucking on my nipple, at the same time massaging both of my breasts. I scratched his bare back, wanting to leave any sign of me on his body. I wanted him to remember me for as long as possible.

When he got tired of playing with my boobs, he began to go lower and lower, kissing every millimeter of my belly until he reached my panties. However, he didn't pull them down, he went lower to my thighs and placing my legs on his back, kissed the inner parts of my thighs. I could feel how wet I was getting, my pussy was starting to get sore craving for any kind of attentions.

And after a while it got it. Sunwoo kissed the top of my pussy and began to slide his finger up and down it. My thighs involuntarily clenched around his head, especially when he pressed his tongue against my clit through the material of my panties. Hearing my rather loud moan he looked at me, moved my panties aside and licked my naked clit.

I let out an even louder moan at which he screeched

"I haven't done anything like that yet and you're already moaning so much. Are you that turned on by what I'm doing?" asking, he inserted his finger deep into my pussy and after a moment placed his lips on my clit. He began to insert his finger at a slow pace at the same time starting to suck on my clit.

I grabbed the pillow behind my head and moaned louder and louder. I looked down at him and seeing him between my legs working on my pussy made me even wetter.

He was doing it so magnificently that within a few minutes I was on the verge of coming. He, as if reading my mind, stopped his activities and lifted himself up along with my legs which were still on his shoulders. In this way I gave him perfect access to me at which he himself smiled and started kissing me passionately, I could feel my juices on his tongue which was even more exciting.

"I want to feel you Sunwoo," I said between kisses. At my words he immediately sat up and pulled down my panties throwing them behind.

"Won't you regret it?" he asked looking down at me. I immediately shook my head and wanted to pull him with my leg but he moved away. He smiled and got up from the bed walking over to the net he came with earlier. From it he took out a small box which he threw on the bed next to me and pulled down his pants, staying in his boxers. He knelt beside me on the bed putting his hands on his hips and raised one eyebrow. I couldn't help but start to look at his whole body, every now and then suspending my gaze on his primate.

"Now you do something," he said slightly amused at which I quickly sat up and moved closer to him. I put my hand on his penis and looked up at him. He was looking down at me and breathing heavier and heavier. I smiled and brought my lips closer to his and kissed gently the tip of his dick, at which he bit his lip hard.

I decided not to play with him anymore and pulled his boxers down, releasing his length. I tried to act normal, reasonably sexy, but when I saw him I involuntarily smiled. I caught him in my hand and brought it to my lips, at which Sunwoo put his hand in my hair. I put the tip between my lips and lightly started sucking. I heard a loud hiss so I looked at him, his eyes were closed and his lips parted as he breathed hard and fast. I wanted to please him even more so I took him as much as I could and sucked a little harder.

Then I heard him moan. A loud, low moan through which I felt myself getting incredibly wet again. I purposely started sucking him harder, just to hear him. He started moaning more often, grabbing my hair solidly and forcing me to move my head.

I wanted to see us from a different perspective. Him kneeling on the bed and me sitting in front of him holding his long cock in my mouth. Him pulling my hair with his head tilted back as he moaned in pleasure and me touching myself as my pussy began to get sore.

Then he lowered his head and, seeing my hand between my thighs, began to play with my right breast. His intense eyes and fingers teasing my sensitive nipple drove me to such horny that I began to moan still holding him in my mouth. Suddenly the vibrations that went to his penis caused him to jerk his hips back making his penis fall out of my mouth.

I thought it was the perfect time to move on so I took the package he had thrown on the bed earlier, pulled out a single condom and opened it. Looking at him I grabbed him in my hand and put the condom to the tip, he smiled and gestured with his head to let me continue so I stretched the condom all the way around him. As soon as I let him go he was quickly between my legs and pushed me onto the bed so that I was lying down.

He smiled sexily and directed his cock at my entrance but before he entered me he rubbed his tip against my pussy a few times. He leaned down so that he put his head in the hollow of my neck and kissing my neck, began slowly entering me.

"oh fuck. I didn't expect you to be so tight," he muttered against the skin of my neck and cursing several times, entered me fully.

The feeling was so amazing that I had a complete blank in my head, all I could think about was how deep he was in me now and how wonderful the stretching sensation was. I moaned his name every now and then as he began to move his hips, I could feel him smiling against my neck and when after a while he raised himself so that he was level with my face I could see his smirk.

I didn't know Sunwoo personally, except for today, but it wasn't hard to guess what he was like. I knew it was easy to boost his ego by picking on him, etc., and I knew how flirtatious he was just by looking at his attitude toward his fans on fancalls or bubble conversations. Following him on social media or watching performances, mv's etc you can clearly see he is a dominator type.

This was awesome to me especially when just now I was lying underneath him as he entered me painfully slowly with a smile that suggested he was the one in control of the pace, he was in control of me. With his hands resting on my chest pressing my body against the bed, he looked at me non-stop every now and then glancing at the place where our bodies came together.

Suddenly his movements became faster and faster making me reflexively moan more. I put my legs around his waist and pressed my thighs against him feeling more and more pleasure, I clenched my eyes but he immediately caught my cheek

"Look at me baby, I want to see your beautiful eyes" I immediately looked at him and at his nickname my heart beat harder. I tried not to break eye contact but when he increased his speed again I clenched them tightly again. He perfectly hit my most sensitive points and rubbed perfectly against my insides.

"You're not looking again" he laughed quietly and kissed my lips in a sensual way "you are so tight, so perfect.... so hot" saying this he began to enter me harder without changing his pace. I was breathing harder and harder as I heard all his dirty words

"you're such a good doll.... so cute and sexy at the same time" he pounded into me several times much harder than before and came out of me. Hiting my thigh he gave me a sign to turn around which I immediately did. I knelt with my back to him supporting myself on my forearms, he slapped my buttock with all his strength and I felt him attach his cock to my pussy

"your ass is so fucking perfect" again slapping my buttock he pounded into me, rested his whole body weight on my back supporting himself with his hands and started to enter me incredibly fast and hard

"fuck Sunwoo... you are so good, ahh fuck" I started moaning much louder not caring that anyone could hear it. His quiet moans, dirty words and the sound of our bodies hitting each other was so sexy.

"You are so fucking hot when you are under me. I can do anything to you. I want you to be mine, only mine. Tell me you're mine" with these words he fucked me even more, so that I could barely get any words out of myself

"I am yours Sunwoo, only yours" I muttered between loud moans. I felt his hands move from my ass to my shoulders and resting his torso against my back, he began to enter me slowly and sensually. He put one of his hands under me and massaged my breast, kissing my shoulder. I tried to calm my breathing at least a little when he slowed his movements for a moment.

"I love the way you moans my name" he whispered and kissing my shoulder one last time then get up "I want to hear more of this".

Again he began to move his hips quickly at which I immediately literally screamed his name, I felt I couldn't stand it any longer like this and like an orgasm was coming to me.

"Look at you, writhing beneath me and screaming my name even though you only know me as an idol. Isn't it great happiness to win such an encounter?" he strokes my body from my thighs to my shoulders, I didn't know where to focus, on the incredible feeling in my lower abdomen, on his low voice that said such dirty things that turned me on even more or on his hands.

I was in total mess, I knew my hair was tumbled, there was a pillow on my face due to the fact that Sunwoo kept pressing me against the mattress. But I totally didn't care, I had just experienced my best sex with the hottest guy who walked the planet.

"You feel so good, I'm about to come," I managed to say at which he stopped his actions and came out of me. But not for long because he forcibly pushed me aside so that I was lying on my back, drew me closer to him and placing my leg on his shoulder, entered me again. He didn't wait a second and started moving so fast that I was beginning to see stars.

I grabbed onto his shoulders and driving my nails into his skin, I arched my back and moaned as much as I'd ever moaned before. I tried to look at him, he had his eyebrows pulled together and a focused expression but seeing that I was looking at him he smiled.

"you have no idea what you're doing to me, from the moment I saw you until now... ahh fuck" he rested his forehead against mine and clenched his eyes as my pussy involuntarily clamped down on him. I felt that an orgasm could hit me at any moment

"I'm so close now" I howled and closed my eyes tightly.

"Come on baby, feel as good as you've ever felt before" as soon as he said this as if on cue a wave of pleasure hit me, so strong that my whole body began to shake intensely. I knew that Sunwoo would also come any minute because he hid his face in the hollow of my neck and moaned louder and louder. My nails left lots of scratches and marks as my hands caresses his back.

Not even a minute passed when Sunwoo cummed all over, stopped his movements pressing into me as deeply as he could

"Fuck I came" his voice was much higher than before, his moans also became several tones higher and much louder. His body began to shake uncontrollably, just like mine before. After a while he again began to slowly move his hips entering me slowly wanting to prolong my and his own orgasm.

Finally he stopped moving and sank down on top of me with all his weight, we were panting hard and fast, when I put my hand in his hair and stroked it to calm him down he began to purr satisfied like a cat.

"You did the best," I spoke up quietly after a long moment, he sat up to pull off and throw away the condom and then lay down next to me pulling me close to him

"I recommend myself for the future," he replied as I snuggled into his torso and he put his arms around me.

"then when is your next free date?" I joked in a relatively serious voice. He looked down at me and replied

"tomorrow at the same time? maybe I'll put you into my schedule later this morning" I laughed lightly and closed my eyes. I don't even know when I fell asleep, cuddled up with Kim Sunwoo himself.

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[scummy-writes]

Anniversaries - A Solo Arthur Fanfic

Rating: General

Pairing: Arthur/Reader

Words: 1,752

Tags: Character (Reader) death, Reader has she/her pronouns, Angst, Coping, Grief

Music boxes seemed to be curious things, somehow managing to play a few notes of their songs at random hours in the night. It had been more than once that the music box Arthur had gifted her interrupted his writings, its metallic twings pulling his thoughts away during breaks, a frown being shot its way. During the times she was around to catch him in the act, she would titter sweetly and mention how it just needed to go through a round of its tune, then it would stop eagerly trying to catch their attention.

He didn’t understand why she personified it, concluded in the end that it had to do with its likeness of Vic, but her same joke played out so often that it became a small custom between the two of them. A random ting in the night, and the box was promptly wound. And to Arthur’s surprise, it seemed to work. One play, and they wouldn’t hear another peep for weeks.

Truly, Arthur couldn’t despise the gift. Every time its tune rang out, he’d remember a memory shared between them, especially of the night he had given it to her. Often enough, she’d bring it up as they’d listen together, throwing in a teasing comment about how he stuttered through reason after reason as to why he had bought it for her. She’d fondly recall how cute she had thought him to be then, completely changing the impression she had of him, realizing he was much more than just an irresponsible flirt. If he was lucky, and his pout gained enough empathy, she’d laugh and grant him a kiss for her ‘harsh’ words.

In return, he’d tell her what exactly had caused him to stutter that night. The fear that he had read her interest in the music box wrong, that the gift would be nothing more than a burden-- or worse, an ill reminder of why she had been wary of him in the first place. How all of his worries vanished the moment she smiled. His voice would lower then, admitting that was when he had fallen for her. 

Once, years later when its tune began to slow no matter how firmly she wound it, Isaac agreed to take a look at it, quietly excited to pop it open. She had happily turned it over in his care with just one simple request; don’t fix whatever caused it to play by itself. 

Afterward, when the box was back in their care with renewed vigor, Arthur would tease her for managing to make Isaac look so perplexed. Though in the quiet following that night, as its song rang out again, he’d privately admit to himself he had wanted the same. Just to have another moment where she smiled, joked about the box’s excitement to sing for them, and wind it up again.

And now, decades long after hundreds of those moments, Arthur’s longing for her chuckle still remained when the box quietly twinkled from the vanity in the corner of his room. Its notes weren’t as crisp as they used to be, and by now, Arthur couldn’t remember the last time he had properly wound it up to let it sing. Most of the time it sat forgotten through the years, Arthur barely passing it a glance save for the nights he hadn’t sobered up before coming home, his drunken stumbling causing it to wearily attempt to creak out its tune.

This time, it stole his attention when he lazily tossed his jacket towards that corner of the room, exhaustion from the day leaving him apathetic towards the state of his surroundings until a quiet twing rang out. Briefly, he had assumed he imagined it. Until remembering that more than his bed and writing desk occupied the room. 

Another note chimed, muffled under the fabric that had been hastily draped over the vanity’s mirror one day. Arthur could have ignored it, truly he could have. There was still time to pretend it didn’t exist. Just to turn and grab his wallet, spend the rest of the night in some bar again if sleep didn’t plan to take him first. But instead, he stalled, only walking over with the excuse that Theo wasn’t around to drink with yet. With a deep inhale, he grabbed the flimsy blanket covering the vanity and tugged, letting it slide down onto the floor as he took in the sight of the music box.

He gently traced the rim of its base, eyeing the design and how it uncannily remained the same after all this time. His gaze flicked upwards, meeting the mirror that rested behind it, raking his eyes over his own features. Features that seemed so young and yet so worn the longer he studied. It seemed that he shared some traits with the trinket, and he couldn’t help but scoff at the thought.

With a few tapping thoughts against the wood, his fingers finally reached for the discolored key that rested in its back, gingerly turning it with fear of its creaks. Just as the thought of its gears being too rusted to work enters his mind, the familiar tune began to play. Albeit slow at first, but after the first few twinkles, it sang as if it had just been assembled earlier that evening.

His fingers dropped, palm resting against the vanity as he patiently listened, remembering the late nights he had done this in the past. Became its audience for the night, quietly waiting for its energy to run out so he could go back to whatever it was he was doing. A memory of an old habit that unwillingly brought more along the way. Faint memories of how she would lean against him while they listened, still riddled with sleep and liable to use him as a temporary pillow.

His eyes settled on the dot that rested on the decorative dog’s chin, mimicking the one him and his late pet had shared. He could still remember her quiet smile when she presented it to him, a few weeks after they had put Vic to rest. She had apparently borrowed some of Vincent’s supplies to match the plaster dog’s patterns with his, in an attempt for a kind reminder. 

At the time, Arthur had set it aside and pressed a kiss against her temple in quiet thanks. Recalling that night, he now wished he had been more verbal with his affections, along with countless instances that popped in mind. You would have thought that given the numerous stories he had penned, he could have mustered up the ability, yet…

“Bugger me,” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Every day felt as though he was in limbo, stuck in the few sober moments between his next drink and rough, nightmare riddled, mornings. It felt like he couldn’t go a moment without some despairing thought, and he scoffed. “Gods always been a right bastard, hasn’t he?”

It seemed like any time he had been blessed with happiness, the consequences struck twice as hard, leaving him consistently barely held together. Writing had been an escape in the past, but now every story he attempted to pen ended up becoming retellings of his moments with her, Letters he could never send, or just ink blots muddled with his frustration from never escaping the past.

There was barely a day where he could go without remembering the way her breathing had become a quiet rasp, her eyes exhausted and worn. It had been so hard to even look at her, so small and frail, pale as the sheets surrounding her.  Arthur never wanted his last memories with her to settle into his mind like all the other deaths he had witnessed. Remembering her last soft smile, in the midst of memories from the war-- from the children he couldn’t save?

She had squeezed his hand then. Rather, attempted to, her grip akin to a child’s as his name left her lips. Slow words of her love poured out as the air in her lungs did.

He wished he could say that he did his best to hold it together in front of her, that he let her final moments remain peaceful.

His own lungs choke out a stuttering exhale as his eyes refocus on his reflection, seeing the same face that starred in his nightmares. Even after a hundred years of this body's youthful appearance of his failed years as a doctor, his mind still couldn't grasp that he wasn't locked inside those flashbacks.

With a vice grip digging nails into his chest, Arthur fumbles for the blanket, tossing it over the vanity once more as he attempted to regain his breath. There’s a clatter, leaving nothing to the imagination as the music box meets the wood of the vanity, a few twinklings playing out after a thick cracking. 

He attempts to inhale, to release a breath he’s holding against his will, before he’s out the door, feet moving faster than his thoughts. All he can think of is-

“Theo,” Arthur’s voice is weighed down as he opens Theo’s bedroom door, the dealer in question barely even lifting a brow at the intrusion. “L-let’s get out of the mansion for a bit.”

There’s a moment of silence, save for Arthur’s panting, as Theo glances back at the papers on his desk. 

“Can you give me a moment?” He looks up at him, noting the grip on the doorframe, the sweat soaking Arthur’s brow. He sets his pen down, getting up from his seat without any further questions. “... Let me grab my coat.”

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It isn’t long until they’re settled into Theo’s car, Arthur’s unfocused gaze drifting out the window. Theo’s known for years now that words do little to nothing for him, not when he’s already this deep into whatever bog his mind had conjured up. If it were any other day, Theo wouldn’t be driving them into town. Instead, he’d be shoving Arthur in front of some last-minute distraction, until the man was actually paying attention to his surroundings, actually seeing that he had someone to talk to.

But today, he’ll grant Arthur another dip into his old habit of finding relief in the bottom of a glass, knowing that tomorrow, with his schedule already cleared in advance, that he’ll force him into staying sober again with talk of better times, with reminders of the promise Arthur had sworn to her and, later on, Theo. An unintentional yearly tradition of theirs.

This fanfic is actually nearly four years old! I remember dropping this WIP at the time because I was worried it wasn't clear or. good. but I was reminded of it today, so i went back and dusted it off, and rather enjoyed it really. I fixed some minor mistakes and here it is, a blast from the past (for me) finally posted. Hopefully this may encourage some of you to go back and look for hidden treasures in your wip hoards!

I actually rather enjoy this one, and that's not often something I feel like I can say. The ending is a bit blunt, but I think it's apt enough. I hope you guys enjoy it as well!

As an extra, there was a specific song I know I listened to while writing this, due to the themes of the fic and the music box being repeatedly mentioned. You can listen to it here, it's a vocaloid song called Music Box of Time.

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