#it's not often a pair of brown eyes makes u feel that way so it's cool.

[reineydraws]

caught the sprace bug in 2023 lol. i blame tommy bracco's arms, eyes, and smile, in that order. 🥲💖

[luveline]

would you ever consider writing poly!marauders? or even more of the luna reader with platonic (or romantic) marauders?

if u have more poly!m requests please send them (to clarify this is romantic) fem!reader tw cut

"You should be more careful," Remus says, "really, dove." 

You lean back against the kitchen counter and try not to wince as he finishes with the dressing on your arm. 

"I am careful," you say. 

He laughs softly. It's a rare sound, kind that has you smiling immediately. You wrap your arms around his neck, careful not to press down on your injury, and kiss his neck quickly. 

"Thanks for fixing me, handsome," you say. 

Remus pats your back. "That's never something you have to thank me for… You might like me less when the boys come home." 

You pull away. "You texted them?" you ask, already resigned to your fate. 

He looks gorgeous even when you're mad at him, pale skinned but dark in his way, dark eyes and dark brows and his amazingly handsome nose that makes you wanna lean over and kiss him. 

"Afraid so." Remus squeezes a path up your arm to your shoulder. "You know the lashing they'd give me if I didn't." 

"Well," you murmur, "I suppose you did patch me up." 

He kissed your forehead as the sound of the front door opening echoes down the hall. "That's the spirit." 

"Angel?" 

You relax. It's James, which means you aren't in for a loving telling off, just a loving. You stay by Remus' side until James is in view, a shock of green rugby uniform stark against brown skin. He sheds his bag and you practically throw yourself into his open arms, 'cause usually that's exactly what he wants. 

"Wait wait wait!" he says, holding out his hand, his wrist brace scratchy against your arm. "Don't hurt yourself worse! What happened?" 

You fight him, trying to hug him and laughing when he holds you back like you're nothing. He's strong. "James, come on. I cut it on the garden fence." 

He makes a sound like he feels super sorry for you and finally lets you hug him, your face in his solid chest, your hands at the small of his back. You settle in for as long as you want, James and you both suckers for a good hug, and sigh as his cheek kisses the top of your head. 

"You okay, Moons? You look tired." James voice rumbles through your hear, low and warm. 

"Fine. She just shocked me, running in the house with blood dripping down to her elbow." 

"Give us a hug." 

"I'll make tea." 

James turns his lips to your forehead, "How come he'll hug me when we're alone, and he'll hug you all day long when you're together, but he's totally allergic to affection when we're together?" 

"He's shy," you mumble, "ask him again in an hour and he'll say yes." 

The door opens a second time and you'd hide your face pretty much in James' armpit, laughing through the horror. "Hide me." 

"No, I don't think so." 

James works your face away from his chest, hands held over the soft slopes of your shoulders. He looks you in the eye, all melty brown and sweetness. "Sure you're okay?" he asks. 

You hum. He kisses your cheek. 

"Okay, I'm gonna go harass Remus for a hug then, before he boils the kettle and threatens me with a scalding. Love you." 

"I don't love you, you're leaving me for the wolves." 

"I'm hardly a wolf," comes Sirius' amused drawl. 

James raises his eyebrows at you in a silent gesture for Good luck, angel, and disappears around the corner to the kitchen. 

You sigh and spin on your heel, finding your arch nemesis (concerned boyfriend) propped against the wall. He's in casual work attire, which for Sirius is a smart pair of trousers and a dark button down with the sleeves rolled up. His tan seems to have waned in the winter, leaving him pale. Though he often claims in a joking manner that it's a consequence of loving you, he's always so worried it steals the colour from his skin. 

I like to worry, he'd assured you once. 

"You might not believe me, but you look very handsome today," you say. 

He raises a dark brow. "You say that every day." 

"Emphasis on 'very,'" you say. 

He pulls his weight off of the wall and holds out his hand as he approaches. You let him take your arm, let him assess the small dressing bandage Remus has applied over your cut. 

"It was deep," you admit, "but not very long." 

"Mm, Remus said," Sirius says, near murmuring as his thumb works into your wrist. He rubs over unbroken skin gently. "Does it hurt?" 

You shake your head vehemently. 

"Swear?" 

"Why would I lie?" you ask. You smile at him. "You really do look handsome. And you didn't need to come home from work." 

"It's my lunch break." 

"Oh, good! Let me make you something, while everybody's home." 

"Or I can make you something," he suggests. 

You enter into a stare off. He faces you with little expression, a blank slate. A pretty blank slate. His lashes don't so much as flicker, while you struggle to keep a straight face under so much seriousness. Your lips twitch with a laugh and something about it must break him, because he takes your face into his two hands and presses your noses together. 

"You make it very hard to be sensible about things," he says, and gives you a chaste kiss. 

His lips are a warmth you savour, and he steals them back much too swiftly for your liking. 

"Remus is the sensible one," you deny. "You're the overprotective one. And James is… James." You sigh, lovelorn. "And I'm the stupid one who cuts herself on chicken wire. You really didn't have to come home." 

"I wanted to." 

He leads you by the hand into the kitchen, where James and Remus stand in front of an unboiled kettle, Remus face smushed into James broad shoulder, a muscled arm locking him into place. He looks quite happy. 

"Sorry, I'm still making tea," he says into James' sleeve.

"No, I'm gonna make dinner," you say, yanking Sirius to the lovefest. 

You worm under James' other arm and Sirius strokes at the hair curling over Remus' forehead, mumbling, "Oh, god, she's killed you." 

"Worse ways to go," Remus says. 

[random0lover]

Hi! I was wondering if u can write how simon ghost riley reacts to if u want to fem!reader being all dolled up for an event or sumn. you imagine the rest 😭😭😭😭😭. love ur writing btw 🙏

A Day for First’s and Adding a Second

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x wife fem!reader

Summary: It’s your and Simon’s son’s kindergarten graduation so you have to dress nicely and Simon loves it. Also a little surprise at the end.

Word Count: 1,686

Warnings: slightly NSFW (grinding while fully clothed) so 18+, established relationship, fluff at the end, reader is called love once, Simon being all hot and bothered, Price is your dad 🫣, pregnancy mentioned towards the end, is fem!reader and should be POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡

Notes: This is my first Simon fic and I honestly don’t know how to feel about it. Part of me adores it and the other thinks it’s trash, either way I wanted to respond to this request as it’s so sweet and the idea is adorable. I hope I was able to do your request justice my love! Also flashback are in italics.

You don’t often dress fancy but today your and Simon’s son was going to be graduating kindergarten. He goes to a private school at the moment so there were certain expectations and dress codes that you had to follow whether you wanted to or not.

The kids were all to wear navy blues and the parents were all to wear white or black. Everyone dressing formally.

You were currently getting ready in yours and Simons shared bathroom while Simon was helping your son finish getting ready.

You decided pretty quickly that while you would’ve loved to wear a white dress, being around children for up to three hours did not go well with the color white.

So you went with a black dress that reached right above your knees with loose sleeves that went down your arms to help make sure that you wouldn’t be cold with a neckline that was set right above your chest. The dress wasn’t to form fitting so that you would be able to sit for an hour or two without being uncomfortable or feeling constricted.

You were just finishing up your preferred makeup look when there was a light tap at the bathroom door.

You call out a small come in but start digging through the jewelry box on the counter that Simon had slowly been filling up over the years that you had been together no matter how much you protested against it.

You heard the door click open but didn’t hear Simon come in but you could feel his presence there, you always could.

“Hey Si, which necklace do you think I should wear?” You’re holding a necklace in each hand. The one in your right hand was the first necklace he had ever gotten you for your 6 month anniversary. It had two pear-shaped diamonds at the center surrounded by round-cut diamonds on a sterling silver chain.

The one in your left was a necklace that had been passed down through your family line and not too long ago your dad gifted it to you as a birthday present. It has 20 round shaped diamonds and in the center sits an oval shaped diamond with a white gold setting on a Singapore chain.

You usually didn’t have a hard time choosing a piece of jewelry but today you were slightly conflicted and his silence wasn’t helping.

You finally look up from the jewelry in your hand to look into the mirror and find Simon leaning against the bathroom door frame in an all black suit with gloves to match. He usually wears a black face mask out in public but he doesn’t have it on yet leaving it off until you were all ready to leave.

You feel his gaze slide along your body leaving a hot trail in its wake and you patiently wait until his eyes connect with yours in the mirror. Once they do you can’t help the sharp breath that escapes your mouth from the intense look he is holding in his dark brown hues.

A hum starts in your core when he steps towards you in three large steps and slightly leans his weight into you causing you to lean over the counter slightly.

You squeeze your eyes shut relishing in the heat surrounding you. Your lips part in a silent gasp when he slides his hand down your spine leaving it to settle on your hip and in the same moment runs his mouth along the arch of your neck and up to your ear.

“If we didn’t have somewhere to be I would take my time ravishing you against this sink.” His deep voice wraps around your body making goosebumps trail the lengths of your arms.

The impact of his words on your hazy brain makes you grind back against him, he lets out a small groan and rocks his hips into you while tightening his grip on your hip and pulling you back against him causing the perfect amount of friction.

You’re both lost in the moment trying to keep your moans and his grunts as quiet as possible so that your son didn’t hear.

Your body is getting hotter the longer you both claw at each other. It has been too long since the last time you’ve had the chance to feel each other's skin without being interrupted. You can tell that he’s getting close from the way his breath is puffing at your ear and he’s pulling you into him harder and harder, almost lifting your feet up off the ground.

Your ears are starting to ring from the pleasure and the rope in your stomach that is pulling taut when you hear little feet running across the house combined with giggling when you yank yourself away from Simon and open your eyes for the first time since this whole ordeal started.

You're busy trying to fix your dress and Simon is adjusting the bugle in his slacks when you hear the running stop outside yours and Simon's shared room before picking up again and the giggling sounding farther away.

He’s staring at you again when you look up at him making the fire in your body that was slowly sizzling out to start up again.

“The one your dad gave you.” You look at him confused for a moment and he smirks lightly, “the necklace.”

You look over at the two necklaces that had been carelessly tossed onto the counter during your moment. You pick up the necklace he said and offer it to him while moving your hair out of the way making your neck available for him.

You face the mirror and once he’s behind you you look into his eyes in the mirror, “Speaking of my dad,” you let out a sigh,”he offered to babysit tonight.”

He pauses mid wrapping the chain around your neck, his eyebrows lifting, “Price actually offered to watch him?”

You roll your eyes, “How many years have we been together and how old is our son now? I’m pretty sure my dad being mad at you is gone by now.”

He latches the necklace and slides his hand around you to grip your chin making sure your eyes stay connected in the mirror, “I don’t know,” he moves his mouth right up against your ear making you shiver, “I can still hear how mad he was when he found out his lieutenant was doing more than helping his captain's daughter move into her new flat.”

You sigh, mind flashing back to the day that all the tension between you and Simon finally snapped.

You had found a flat to finally move into and your dad was supposed to help you but something came up at work that was a bit more important so he sent over a man he knew he could rely on. What he didn’t know is that you and Simon had been fighting the urge to give into one another and you two being alone all day? It was bound to happen.

Price had walked in when Simon was helping you put the last of the furniture in which was your couch. You weren’t in a compromising position or anything but your neck was littered with love bites. You had a glow to you that you didn’t have that morning when you saw Price, and you were wearing Simon’s shirt leaving him with just a black wife beater on.

The man flew into a rage slamming his fist into Simon's face and a shocked Soap was left gawking until he kicked into gear yanking his captain up off of his lieutenant which was not an easy feat.

Simon didn’t fight back one bit as he knew that this was the reaction he was going to get. The captain had made one rule with his team, “Don’t touch my fucking daughter.”

It took months for your dad to even be okay with seeing you together at all. He could see how in love with each other you were and so the day Simon asked for his blessing he of course said yes.

You're pulled out of your thoughts from Simon sighing into your neck and gently kissing a sensitive spot. “Was thinking we could maybe make your favorite dinner and watch a movie?”

He nods, stepping away from you, “sounds good to me love.”

You give him a smirk in the mirror, “I also have a surprise for you.”

His eyes glide over you again focusing on how the dress hugs you in all the right places, “oh really? I’m going to hold you to that so no getting all cuddled up in my lap and falling asleep early.”

You know he’s teasing so you snort and roll your eyes before shooing him out of the bathroom trying to keep a knowing smile hidden, “I’m almost ready so why don’t you go get our little energy ball in his car seat.”

He gives you a quick kiss before walking out of the room and you hear him calling for your son. You listen for a moment to make sure he won’t be coming back and once you're sure you pull out a little key to unlock a part of the jewelry box.

You dig your hand into the open drawer and pull out a light blue rectangle box with a pink ribbon tied around it. Inside the box were three positive pregnancy tests. You wanted to be sure and didn’t want to get your hopes up so you wanted to take more than one.

You were so excited to tell him about the pregnancy as a few weeks ago he came to you asking if you would ever want another baby. You were hoping for a little girl this time around, the perfect addition to your family of three. Adding a second bundle of joy to your lives.

You hear Simon calling into the house for you and you yell back that you were coming. You put the little box back into the drawer and grab your purse and leave the room thinking about how your life is so different than what you thought it would be and honestly you couldn’t be happier.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you liked this little fic! I wasn’t sure how to go about the ending so personally don’t know how to feel about it and would love some feed back. Anyways I hope you all have amazing days <3

Requests are open! I can not promise when or if I will write them but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them a little bit easier to write but it’s not required. Thanks for reading my darlings ♡

[jgracie]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ TONIGHT, WE ARE YOUNG!

(american)footballer!jason grace x fem!reader

↳ the chronicles of jj & smartiepants!

masterlist | rules

an trigger warning me writing teenage boys (my fatal flaw)

“jason, are you sure this isn’t too much for this little gathering you’re having?” you asked, nervously biting on your lip as you stared yourself down in the mirror. all of the school’s football players were having a get together in celebration of their recent winning streak, and naturally, all their girlfriends would be coming too

since you were officially the captain’s girlfriend, that meant you were also invited. you and jason had only started dating a month and a bit ago, so your relationship was still blooming. meeting his friends and their girlfriends was a big step to you - this would make or break everything you had

tenderly, jason clutched your jaw. you felt the sting of his cold rings on your skin as he turned your face towards his, saying, “trust me, it’s not. you look stunning, babe. everything’ll be okay, i promise!” he smiled at your furrowed brows and leaned in, kissing the pout off of your face

if anyone looked stunning, it was your boyfriend. even in a simple button down and jeans, he had your heart doing somersaults in your body. feeling better, you grabbed your purse and made your way out of the house with jason, your parents not even bothering to remind him when to bring you home, knowing you’d always be safe with him

“jj!” you heard a chorus of men yell from the corner of the restaurant - it was nothing too fancy, but not too casual either. you let out a sigh of relief when you noticed their girlfriends were wearing outfits at the same level of casual as you

you walked over to the table hand in hand, and even when jason greeted all his friends (with you standing awkwardly and giving the occasional wave if they acknowledged you) he refused to detangle his fingers from yours

sitting next to one of the girlfriends, you put your purse on your lap and took everything in. you were the newest addition of this group, and yet, they didn’t seem to think you strange. this was a nice change from the friend groups of all the other boyfriends you had. there was truly nothing you hated more than feeling like you were sticking out like a sore thumb

“hi, i’m hazel, it’s nice to meet you!” the girl you were sitting next to said. she was gorgeous - with cinnamon brown hair and eyes so bright they might as well have been pure golden. a friendly smile was etched on her lips and you couldn’t help but feel one make its way onto yours

“it’s nice to meet you too,” you mumbled, looking away as you realised you had nothing much to say. were you supposed to ask her which one of the boys was her man, or was that too invasive? luckily, she told you herself, pointing at the guy sitting to the right of jason - frank, you remembered his name from how often (and highly) jason spoke of him

as the night went on, you found yourself becoming more comfortable with hazel and eventually all the other girls. they seemed intimidating from afar, but you came to realise they were all sweethearts who happened to be dating the most popular boys in school (just like you). as you laughed and chatted with everyone, you failed to notice a certain pair of electric blue eyes locked on you

“jj, are you even listening to me? this isn’t the end of the year, we still have more games to win!” one of jason’s friends said, snapping him out of the trance you put him in. instantly, all the boys’ heads whipped to look at you and they laughed as the reason why their captain was so distracted hit them

jason sheepishly smiled, a blush coating his cheeks as he received multiple slaps on the back (do u guys know what i’m talking ab here men do this i swear) and a couple ‘ohhh!!!’’s from his teammates. usually, he’d mind being teased in this way and would immediately shut down all their jokes. tonight, however, he couldn’t find it in him to care. he didn’t think he’d ever find it in him to care. jason could confidently announce his love for you from the rooftops - so what if they poked a bit of fun at him?

meanwhile, the girls had noticed the commotion and began giggling as one said, “he’s so in love with you! no one ever thought jj would find love, and yet here we are!” you felt your face heat up at her words - was jason really in love with you?

your question was answered the moment your eyes met his. there was no way he wasn’t in love, not with how the adoration seemed to be seeping out of them and radiating towards you in waves

that very moment would be etched in both of your souls forevermore, for it was when you both knew you were stuck with the other for life

[flem17ng]

can i request a jessie fleming x reader fic? where someone (u can pick who) is getting closer to jessie (like physically and emotionally closer) and reader gets jealous. all the tension leads to a big fight where jessie ends up reassuring reader that she loves them and all that (r and jess are in an est. relationship). and (only if ur comfortable writing it!) smut ensues

Thanks so much for this request anon! I’m always having jessie fleming brain rot so this was an enjoyable write.

pairing: Jessie fleming x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive i guess

word count: 1.35k

summary: reader catches jessie flirting with a fan after a big chelsea win. (established relationship)

The game was supposed to be the best night of your life. The crowd was cheering, the stands were a sea of blue and you had just scored a fantastic header from a corner that your beautiful girlfriend had taken. Needless to say: you were supposed to be happy! 

The crowed erupted as the ball hit the back of the net and for a moment everything was still. The players stopped, you stopped, the goalie looked up in disbelief. You had scored a goal in the final few minutes, putting chelsea in the lead. 

When reality set in you were swarmed by the team: Sam slapped you in the back while Millie cheered into your ear and pushed you towards the crowd to celebrate the inevitable win. 

It was then that you saw her: your wonderful Jessie, smiling and waving to a fan in the other side of the barricade. The girl (maybe 20) was wrapped in a fleming jersey with a sign over your head that read “marry me number 17!”.

You felt your throat tighten for a moment. Yes this was pretty normal: being in the public eye you often had thirsting fans chasing you (jessie probably more so than most).  And yet something about the way the girl winked at jessie made your stomach churn. 

Before you could say anything, the game was resuming. No time to worry about some little interaction. You were being jealous, that’s all. 

***

The game ended soon after. A whirlwind of cheers ushered you through the tunnel and into the change room where bottles of champagne waited for you. 

“y/n! that goal was amazing babe! I’m sorry i didn’t come to celebrate with you!” Jessie ran towards you, her shirt halfway off and a big grin on her adorable face. Usually this would be when you grabbed her rosy cheeks and kissed her, but your stomach was still churning so instead you gave her a quick hug and a nod before moving to get changed. 

The team was going to be moving onto a pub after everyone showered so it wasn’t long before the dressing room began emptying out. As the room got quieter you could hear a conversation Jessie and Lauren were having in the corner. 

“who was that eh jessie?”

“mmh? oh the girl! I don’t know, just a fan probably”

“bit of a looker though”

Jessie hummed but didn’t respond. You supposed that should have made you feel better but the fact Lauren had noticed the interaction at all made you a little uncomfortable. You and Jessie had been dating for almost a year now but had decided it was best not to tell people at work. You were both private people after all, it made sense to keep things quiet. 

It didn’t make it any easier when people tried to hit of her though. 

“hey jessie I recon i’ll walk to the pub” you called out at you gathered your things and pulled your jacket on. 

“hey are you sure? I’ll give you a lift if you want” Jessie looked at you curiously, her big brown eyes piercing into you. 

“yeah i’m sure. I want to cool my muscles down a bit” you shot her a weak smile before walking out of the room. The truth was you felt like the jealousy was eating you alive (and not in a nice way). 

You had been ok with keeping things private at first, but now the thought of other people, other women desiring Jessie, wanting her… it filled you with anger. She was yours. And you were hers. 

***

The pub was full when you arrived: Not only with the team but with family members, admin people, managers and coaches. The music was thumping loud enough to make the walls shake. 

You needed a drink. 

You pushed so to the front of the bar, attempting to get the attention of one of the bartenders when someone caught your eye. 

Leaning against the bar a few metres away was that girl, the fan that winked at Jessie. It look you a moment to realise the girl was pushed up against someone: her hands were resting against the bar on both sides of some girl. As you watched you realised it was Jessie. Your wonderful, perfect girlfriend was pushed up against some dumb blonde fan girl. 

Jessie must have said something funny (of course she did) and the girl reached forwards, placing a hand on jessie’s cheek, using the opportunity to get infinitely closer. 

The churning in your stomach had become a full scale tidal surge. You needed air, you needed to go home, you needed that woman to get off your girlfriend. 

What could you have done? no one else knew she was yours. 

Just as you turned to leave, Jessie looked around, locking eyes with you for a second before you were lost in the crowd. 

you couldn’t stand there, you had to leave. 

***

“Y/n! Y/n please wait up!” you could hear her yelling for you was you walked up the street but you couldn’t, wouldn’t stop. 

“please Y/n. that wasn’t what it looked like!”

You spun round, cheeks red, temper rising. 

“really Jessie.  because to me it looked like you were having a nice time getting felt up by some groupie.” you yelled, causing jessie to stop abruptly. 

“Babe-“

“Don’t babe me Fleming. I saw that girl in the crowd. That’s why you didn’t celebrate with me. Because you were too busy eye fucking some dumb blonde?”

“Don’t be crass y/n”

“Don’t be crass! Jesus, Fleming! You think I like to watch you getting all touchy with those girls? Do you think I enjoy that?”

you walked back a few steps only for Jessie to walk even closer. 

“Don’t ben ridiculous…” she breathed. 

“Jessie stop. You’re being mean.”

You started to turn around before remembering you would end up at your shared apartment soon enough. 

“y/n look at me. please.” Jessie’s voice sounded needy, desperate. Maybe that’s why you turned. Suddenly she was a whole lot closer than she had been before. 

“Y/n that girl… she is nothing to me. She cornered me at the bar while I was waiting for you, she kept… touching me. I felt gross but I- I didn’t know what to do!” Jessie’s eyes looked wet now as she talked. 

“on the pitch when I went to take my corner she yelled… well she yelled something pretty fucking gross if i’m being honest. the only reason i gave her the time of day was because I was so upset.” Jessie sighed and looked down. She fiddled with her ring as she spoke. 

You covered her hand with hers suddenly feeling the need to be nearer to her. 

“Y/n I love you. I mean, I am in love with you. I think I have been for years now. Even before we went out I loved you.”

you looked at her, taken aback

“Jessie?”

“please I need you to know this. No one compares to you. No one. Don’t you ever feel second best because you are always first in my heart.” It was your turn to tear up now. Jessie wasn’t always the best with words, this was… a first to say the least. 

“Jessie I want to tell people about us. I want to be your everything. I want there to be no room for doubt in anyone’s mind that i’m yours. Jessie please I just… I can’t do this anymore. I want to be with you and I want the whole world to know about it.”

Jessie grinned, her cheeks going red in the dim light. “darling, there is nothing i want more.”

she reached up and held your face, bringing you in for a deep kiss. You grabbed her waist, pushing her gently up against the building beside you and deepening the kiss until you were both panting. 

Slowly you dipped your head and kissed her neck, listening to her sharp breath as you went. 

“don’t ever talk to that girl again. understand”

Jessie looked down, mouth open and breathless. 

“take me home Y/n”

[sophswritingthings]

hear me out… emotionally constipated mizu with an EVEN MORE emotionally constipated reader.

think mizu is bad? pfft— boy, have u met reader? i just wanna read abt mizu awkwardly trying to pull the first move on reader / initiate contact.

pairing: mizu x fem!emotionally distant!reader

warning(s): swearing

a/n: PFTTT I CAN JUST IMAGINE MIZU BEING LIKE “SHIT WHAT DO I DO SHE DOESNT FUCKING ANSWER TO ANY OF MY FLIRTING?? I LITERALLY PUSHED HER AGAINST THE WALL AND IT DIDNT WORK? THAT USUALLY WORKS??? FUCK???”

word count: 518 words / 2,748 characters

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you had been sitting across from her, settled comfortably on your seat as you ate your food. her eyes watched you carefully behind her glasses.

you were beautiful. gorgeous, even. the way the sun hit your brown eyes just right, or reflected an almost blue ray against your black hair.

she loved it, and yet you didn’t seem to really want to talk to her—and when you did, you had a stone cold expression on your face. she could be the same way, yes, but she really liked you. and she really wanted to tell you.. or do something with you—but she was so afraid of fucking up with you, she couldn’t even try.

so, instead, she looked from afar.

she looked from afar and she waited for the day maybe, just maybe, you would come to your senses and actually talk to her.

but for now, she’d wait.

a few days later, mizu and you were sitting next to one another—sat at a puppet show on tanabe island that ringo had dragged you both to. you seemed to light up at the idea, the most emotion she’d seen a while—so she went along with it anyway. maybe she’d be able to make some sort of move.

and that was her thought, right now.

she was sitting next to you, her legs crossed. your knees were pressed against one another’s, the closest she thought either of you had ever gotten to each other. 

your hand was rested on your knee. it looked so soft and small.. it’d fit in her hand so perfectly.

but trying to grab it would probably get her punched. or stabbed. 

yet she thought.. you were kind of worth the risk.

her hand was twitchy, shaking and stumbling her way closer to yours. she placed her hand overtop of  yours, feeling your hand twitch.

you looked up at her, your eyes wide as the moon, she was sure.

“is this…” she mumbled, “alright?”

“its—“ you cleared your throat, blushing as you adverted your gaze. “y-yes, it’s fine.”

she nodded slowly. she let pulled her hand back, only for a moment, flipping your hand over and placing her palm against yours. it was warm, and god it just made her stomach flutter.

her thumb rubbed against the top of your knuckles, glancing at it every so often. she felt your grip tighten against her, as if you were holding on for dear life.

you shifted a little closer to her, resting your forearm against hers. your head slowly came down, resting against her shoulder. you were snuggling up to her.

you were.. snuggling up to her?

she felt like she was dreaming. she damn well may be.

she didn’t care, though. dream or not, she had you close to her. and though she wasn’t one for expressing feelings.. she couldn’t help but do it with you. especially because you weren’t very good at it, either. you didn’t enjoy doing it, it was obvious.

neither did she. but you two could figure it out.

she was willing to try. and it seemed like you were, too.

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a/n: pathetic girl failure when it comes to feelings

[spiderlandry]

Routine — ethan landry

Description: Ethan feels you slowly drift away as you spend time with another person.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader (they/them pronouns)

Warnings: unedited, kinda wordy, fluff, jealousy, some angst but happy ending

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s note: can u guess who reader’s chem partner is ??

Tradition and routine are important to Ethan Landry. Since you’ve made the decision to have lunch with him every Wednesday at the diner a few blocks from his apartment, he eventually begins to expect you to show up there without a text message. It’s routine, now. It’s a tradition—and he didn’t realize how sacred it was to him until his phone pings with a text from you on a Wednesday:

hey im sorry i cant make it to lunch i got assigned a small project in chem and its partners :/ and we could only find a time for today (ugh) lunch next wednesday?

sorry again. have a good lunch!! dont have too much fun without me tho

He’s not bothered. Why would he be? You sound like you’d rather be with him than working on that project, so he’s flattered in that aspect that you sound somewhat possessive with the, ‘don’t have too much fun’.

It’s not like he’s already at the diner already.

(He was on his way.)

But it’s only a blip in the hundred other moments you spend with him, even if those moments are also spent with other people present.

So he doesn’t take it to heart. Even if his heart slightly aches without you beside him, almost a symptom of withdrawal, which he won’t realize until much, much later.

-

Ethan often spends time in the main library on Friday nights. He’s not a stranger to the usual people who also spend their time there, there’s not a lot of people because there are better things for a college student to do on Friday nights. Ethan is different. Although, he only started going on Friday nights because midterms are soon and he can’t afford to fail or retake anything.

However, a familiar figure comes into the library next to a tall stranger. You, with some guy, trying to playfully shush him as you enter the quiet space earning some dirty looks from students around.

You lightly slap the stranger’s arm with a grin, and you don’t see Ethan—he’s sitting in a corner and you’re turned away from him.

There’s no denying that the stranger is handsome. Tall, brown hair, somewhat dorky mannerisms but in a charming way. Ethan could be in love with this guy if he himself isn’t so in love with you.

Ethan opts to look down at his work instead, eyes almost unfocused as the thought of losing his chance being brought to the forefront of his mind.

What he doesn’t see a few seconds later, between the shelves, slightly closer to Ethan, you finally spot him. He doesn’t see the way your smile droops slightly, and how the man next to you asks who you’re staring at.

“Oh,” you whisper to your chemistry partner, Peter, “That’s Ethan. The guy I told you about.”

“You’d look good together.” He teases.

You almost kick him jokingly, but he dodges. “Just because I told you my crush doesn’t mean you get to tease me. Plus, if you do, I’ll tell Gwen about yours.”

But of course, this conversation happens outside of Ethan’s earshot. You’re not looking at him anymore, and as he glances up one more time, he only sees the smile directed at that stranger that used to be reserved for him on Wednesday afternoons.

Yeah, I’ve lost my chance, Ethan thinks.

-

Ethan has decided to spend more time with his friends. It has nothing to do with you, not at all. (It’s not denial.) He lounges in the Carpenter apartment on Saturday night with Chad and Tara. Mindy was also supposed to be there, but texted last minute she can’t make it.

They assure him he’s not third-wheeling, but he definitely is.

But he stops himself before he suggests he can leave. He gives it a chance, because otherwise he would be alone in the dorm—and on a normal occasion he’d leave and call you instead, but he has a feeling your voice will only draw him back to the reliance of your presence. You haven’t talked since Wednesday, since that text message that Ethan believes is the beginning of the end.

Chad notices Ethan’s faraway look, they’re both sitting on the couch while Tara gets a drink from the kitchen.

“You okay, man?” His roommate snaps him out of the daze. “You seem sad.”

“I’m not.” Ethan has answered that too quickly to either of their liking, but it goes unmentioned.

“You can talk to me. If you want.”

Chad’s become more emotionally available since the first time they moved in together, Ethan appreciates that his friend makes an effort even if it seems to take some work. So Ethan humours him.

“Y/N. They’re spending time with this guy and I just—I don’t know.”

Tara comes back with a few sodas, handing one to him and to her boyfriend.

“Y/N?” She echoes, sipping from her drink. “You mean they’re spending time with Peter?”

Ethan realizes maybe he shouldn’t have said anything because Tara’s close to you and if he says something she might say something—

“I won’t tell them.” She says, sensing Ethan’s panic. “They’re just friends, if you’re wondering.”

Chad is grateful for his girlfriend stepping in. She certainly knows more, at least in that respect.

“Aren’t they chem partners, or something?” Chad asks her, wanting to alleviate the tension he can sense on his best friend. He remembers Tara offhandedly mentioning it one time.

(Let’s be honest, anything Tara knows, Chad knows too.)

“Well,” Tara prevents herself from a grimace. “They were partners. Y/N told me they finished the project. So now they’re just friends.”

It has the opposite effect that Chad had wanted.

It only lets Ethan know that it won’t be long until you introduce this Peter to the group as your boyfriend, probably.

“Can we change the subject?” Ethan requests.

He’s thankful as they adamantly jump into another topic about something funny that happened recently, an inkling deep in his soul that they did it on purpose to make him laugh—a hint of relief as he thinks, friendship isn’t that bad. (It’s good.) You and him could still be friends, he thinks. And that’s what he wants, for you to be in his life in any capacity, long as you’d let him.

-

Sunday nights are movie nights in the Carpenter household. And that tradition is extended to the entire group, including you. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous—his palms are sweating, his legs are bouncing, and his mind is anywhere else besides the present.

You arrive late, and the movie hasn’t started because they’re waiting for you.

Ethan thinks Chad or somebody must have done it on purpose, because the only empty seat on the couch is the one right next to him.

Obviously, you take it. The proximity is almost too much for Ethan, but he’d be a damn liar if he said it didn’t help his anxiety just a little bit. You take away his nerves after they appear in the absence of you. You’re his medicine.

The movie starts and you still don’t say anything to each other. He ignores the looks from Chad and Tara, and you seem to be oblivious to it as you keep your eyes on the television.

By the second movie, you’ve both gotten more comfortable, leaning into each other— and to Ethan’s surprise, you put your head on his shoulder. He looks around and no one notices. Not because they don’t care, but because they’re all asleep.

You fit so perfectly almost as if you’d been like this before, in a different lifetime of another universe.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, you had your own intent coming into this movie night, late on purpose and nerves taking away your courage in the absence of Ethan.

SUNDAY MORNING

Sometimes, you’d invite someone to get coffee with you when mornings were pleasant enough to be with other people.

Today, Tara said she was available to get coffee after you’d sent a text to the group chat asking if anyone wanted to come—so you got coffee with her.

It wasn’t your intention, but still, you end up at her apartment half an hour later, chatting about what’s happened in the week.

Somehow the topic of dating has come up, and Tara rambles about Chad’s funny ideas about dates that you laugh at.

Much to your dismay, the question tumbles out of your mouth before you can stop it. “How do I know if I’m in love with someone?”

She can’t read your face, it’s blank. But she can read your tone: the layer of uneasiness and worry that you’re trying to hard to bury and keep hidden. She tries her best not to show any emotion, either. Because there could only be two possible answer to the question Tara is about to ask.

“Who are you in love with?”

“Who said I was?” Quick answer, deflect the question.

“You’re thinking it, though.”

“So what if I am?”

And she just decides to lay it on the table. “Is it Peter?”

Your instinct is to laugh, because from your perspective, not a universe exists where you and Peter have any romantic connection. And you say, “Why would it be Peter?”

Tara realizes you’re serious pretty quickly. “Everybody thinks that.”

Your face drops, brows furrow. “Seriously?” Tara nods.

“Does Ethan think that?”

Tara smiles.

She has her answer.

PRESENT

The feeling of being close to him is intoxicating. You snake your hand toward his, playing with it until you loosely begin to hold his hand.

Your hand in mine feels right, he thinks. For a split second, his breath is stolen, but the tiny space between your palms get warm—he can breathe—and the warmness travels throughout Ethan’s body and suddenly he wants to verbalize every unspoken word from each interaction with you, but all words come back to I love you I love you I love you.

But there is one thing.

“What about...” He whispers, gulps. “Peter?”

And that’s when you finally look up at him and he turns his head to face yours—a mistake—you are much too close for his heart not to burst. He can feel your breath and he’s sure you can feel his, and there’s nothing else he can think of as he waits with bated breath for your response.

“Why would I wanna be with him when I want to be with you?”

You say it so casually, so surely, as if you’re certain nothing can take away that statement—that truth—from your grasp. The tone catches him so off guard that his words are lost for a moment.

Your eyes aren’t expectant in that moment, though waiting. You’re patient, as if you know what he’s going to say.

“Will—” he tries to be quiet, “will you go on a date with me?” Your smile gets impossibly wider and it mirrors his.

“Always.”

Tara, laying next to Chad nearby—pretending to be asleep—suppresses a grin of her own.

Additional A/N: personally i think their first date is at the diner !! and the diner staff see the progression of their relationship every wednesday lol and yes the chem partner is peter parker (specifically had andrew’s peter in mind, i think that’s clear with the ‘tall’ if not the gwen part LMAO)

[kkyeomies]

Im so excited to hear that you’re going to be writing again! I love seventeen, and idk if requests are open but I’d love to ask for a tiny seungkwan Drabble. maybe first time with seungkwan? where it’s cute at first but gets really steamy 😭 sorry if this is a weird request, feel free to ignore it ^^

hi anon, thank you for being my first request!!!!! i know you said drabble, but i... got very carried away. i hope i interpreted it the way u wanted :) my writing is still a bit rusty, so i also hope this is a tolerable read 🙏🏽

First Time

pairing - bf!seungkwan x reader

content- fluff, smut, new relationship, first time, reader is a virgin

warnings: none

word count- 2.1k

He was stumped. He had tried what seemed like every trick in the book, but he still couldn’t figure out why you didn’t want to have sex with him. You’d been dating for almost four months, and Seungkwan couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something wrong. He had never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to, of course, but by now, he simply couldn’t figure out why you shied away when he tried to go further. Despite this, you were still very affectionate toward him and expressed only love. Tonight, however, Seungkwan decided he would put an end to his agony, whichever way it would end.

”Baby, can I ask you something?”

You look down at his face from where he lays on your lap, both of you currently in his bed relaxing and listening to music. His soft black locks weaved through your fingers as you brushed them back in a soothing motion. You always thought he looked the most beautiful like this, face free of worries or cares, just enjoying the time between the two of you. 

As you held eye contact with him, you could see a hint of hesitation in his deep brown eyes. Offering him a warm smile, you reply.

”Have I ever said no to that question?”

Seungkwan moved up from your lap to sit, leaning on the headboard next to you, taking your hand in his and squeezing it slightly.

”Am I doing something wrong? Like, to make you uncomfortable? Or is it something I said? I promise I can fix it- just let me know, and I’ll d-“

”Whoa, sweetie, where is this coming from?”

You sit up a little straighter, trying to understand where this is heading. You could feel him playing with your fingernails, something he often did when he was anxious about something. 

He hesitates again before saying, “It’s just that, well, we’ve been together for a while now, and every time I try to… go further… you don’t seem to like it, so I don’t know if … ” His voice fizzles out to a whisper at the end of his insinuation, anticipating the worst possible answer from you. Instead, he was surprised to see your face heat up in embarrassment as the weight of his words sunk in.

In just a moment, your positions switched. His dependant grip on your hand turns reassuring, and he scoots a little closer to drape his other arm over your shoulder to draw you into him.

”Hey, it’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. Forget I even mentioned it.” He copies your warm smile from earlier as he lifts your chin to meet his eyes. As much as he wanted an answer to his troubles, it wasn’t worth any pain on your part.

You look down at your intertwined fingers before speaking, “It’s just- I’ve never had sex before.”

Frankly, he was shocked. He had never even considered that an option. He knew you had dated before and just assumed you had experience (in his eyes, you were too attractive to be a virgin still), but now he felt like an idiot.

”I’m so sorry, baby, I just thought- I shouldn’t have assumed. We can wait until whenever you want to.” He pressed a small kiss to your head as he pulled you closer into his arms.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“Messing up, I guess. What if you don’t like it, or I can’t make you feel good?”

He sat up to face you better before saying, “I don’t think you’ve ever made me not feel good.” 

You scoffed lightheartedly, amused by his flattery, but he looked dead serious.

“I’m not kidding. I promise you nothing you could do would ever make me feel bad, and you know I’d take good care of you, too. Plus, it doesn’t have to be perfect. It's a ‘first time’ for a reason, silly.” His reassuring tone put you at ease. You had no doubt he would take care of you; he’s proved that to be true every day you’ve been together. 

You had been replaying that conversation since it occurred over two weeks ago. The more you thought Seungkwan’s words, the more your fear dissipated, leaving an unfamiliar sense of excitement in your belly. 

You and Seungkwan were settled on the couch for your first movie night in a while. It was his first day off of schedules, and he wanted to spend it cuddled up with you.

“What’s wrong, honey? Did I choose the wrong flavor of ice cream?”

“I’m ready.”

“Huh?”

You took a deep breath before declaring, “I want you to take good care of me, Kwannie.”

His confused face shifted as it clicked in his head, and in less than a minute, he had swept you away to the bedroom. In one fluid move, he laid you down on the bed and settled himself in between your hips. He was wasting no time as he pulled his hoodie off, littering kisses down your neck and chest. As he pulled back for a breath, you could catch a good look at his face, shining with a newfound energy.

“You know how long I’ve waited for this moment, baby? All I want to do is make you feel good. Will you let me do that, hmm?” 

You could only offer him a whimper, both taken aback and extremely turned on by this new side of him you were seeing. He dove back in to capture your lips while stripping the both of you down. Soon, you were situated between the soft sheets underneath you and the cage of Seungkwan’s arms. The temperature was becoming borderline unbearable as your skin heated up with passion and anticipation. 

He shifted down your body slowly, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over your stomach and thighs. His hands roamed over your breasts gently, causing your nipples to perk up and a cool shiver to wash over you. When he reached the foot of the bed, he dropped to his knees on the floor and moved your legs onto his shoulders, spreading you open in all your glory. Seungkwan couldn't hold back his low groan after seeing you already wet and ready for him to dive in. You gasped as his tongue finally met your folds; he was really wasting no time. To be honest, you had never expected him to be this forward. He always treated you like you were something precious, so gentle, so caring, but now he was so… rough. But you would be lying if you said you didn't like it.

You were brought back down to earth when Seungkwan moved up to your clit and slid two fingers into your entrance. With a gasp, you propped yourself on your elbows to look at his face. You could see his eyes were clouded with lust as he looked up at you, maintaining a hurried pace with his mouth. It was too much all at once; you dropped back down with a loud moan, causing him to rut against the side of the bed. He had never been this hard in his entire life, but he was determined to get you to finish first before he even thought of touching himself. He always knew you would taste good but never expected it to be this amazing.

“Fuck, I’m so close, baby, don’t stop!” You could barely get the words out before he slipped in a third finger, hitting that sweet spot right on the nose. Your face was scrunched up in pleasure; you had never felt this good.

“Come for me, baby, wanna feel you cum around me.” 

With a few more thrusts of his fingers, you felt your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, washing over you from head to toe. You swore your vision blacked out for a second from the intensity.

By the time you came to your senses, Seungkwan had moved back up your body and was softly sucking hickeys into your neck and jaw.

“You did so good for me, honey, so good.” 

Still trying to catch your breath, you held the back of his head to pull him into a searing kiss. Your manicured nails grazing his scalp almost knocked him out; he let out a small huff as he pressed his forehead to yours, brown eyes meeting yours. 

“I love you so much, you know that? My sweet angel, so beautiful,” he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as he reaches over to his nightstand to pull out a condom. You finally got a good glimpse of his hard cock as he rolled the rubber on; you had seen his dick before, but never this hard. The tip was an irritated shade of red, clear that he had been struggling for too long. 

“Wait.” 

Seungkwan paused what he was doing to look up at you, bewildered. You grabbed his arm to lead him to sit against the headboard and straddled his thighs. He looked up at you, slightly amused, and you said, “It’s my turn to take care of you.” 

He honestly thought he could’ve died then and there. The way your hair fell around your shoulders, framing your flushed face, and the borderline painful grip you had on his biceps nearly crushed him. He had never seen you like this, and it drove him crazy.

“I love you so much Kwannie, so much.”

You gave him no chance to respond as you sank down on him. Both of you let out loud groans, the tight fit sending pleasure throughout your bodies. You were grateful to gravity for helping you out, the sensation too overwhelming to focus on pushing it in voluntarily.

“You’re so tight, oh my God. Don’t move, please,” he sobbed. His hands flew to grip your hips with a grasp so tight you thought he would draw blood. You were left with nowhere to escape as the tip of his cock pressed against the deepest part of you, showing no mercy as he took the time to compose himself. He almost came when the entrance of your pussy squeezed his tip and couldn’t even think of continuing if you started moving right away. 

“You’re so big- fuck, baby. Can’t believe you even fit.”

Seungkwan groaned partly in pleasure and in panic as he desperately attempted to delay his orgasm. There was no way he would cum without seeing your face when you reached your high again.

After a few moments, you both were steady enough to return to reality, and you slowly started rutting against him. With each swivel of your hips, your moans got louder, and in no time you were bouncing up and down on his dick. Seungkwan’s grip only got tighter (if that was even possible) when he could feel himself hit that gummy spot inside you. He moved one of his hands up to your hair to pull your head back and expose your neck, where he returned to his previous marks that were already bruising beautifully. With an almost wicked smirk, he leaned into your body, nipping at your already sensitive skin. You jolted to a halt as the feeling shot down to your clit. It had been just a few minutes since your first orgasm, but you could already feel your second one fighting its way to the surface. 

“Can’t believe I’m the first one to see you like this, fuck! You look so sexy, baby, all fucked out for me. My pretty baby, you’re mine, right? You’re all for me? Only me.” 

Before you could respond, he had flipped you both over. You were back in the position you started in, and Seungkwan took the extra step to move your calves onto his shoulders. This was the deepest he had hit all night, fully bottoming out into you. Neither of you was going to last any longer. 

“Only you- Fuck- I’m coming again!” 

His pace was unrelenting as he got you to your second high of the night. You clenched around him for the last time, finally coaxing his orgasm. He fully came within a few more sturdy pumps before slowing to a stop, panting like crazy.

You took a little longer to recuperate, at which time Seungkwan had disposed of the condom and prepped a warm towel to clean you up.

“So beautiful, my love. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you,” he kissed your temple firmly. This was better than any ending he could’ve imagined.

i hope u enjoyed :) feel free to let me know if anything is wrong or if my writing can be improved, i haven't written anything in like two years 😭 send any requests u have, I'll slowly get to them!

[gyuletters]

🍂 𖥔 ݁ ˖ autumn leaves | hueningkai youth in autumn fic.

♡ gn!reader ، wc: 6.9k ، genre: f2l, brown haired kai ، tw: none ، request (please, let me know if u liked it) ‹𝟹

“come on, y/n! just a little bit more!”

kai never really told you what this whole walk was about. maybe something to do with the local park and the fact that he has been excited with the leaves changing colors? maybe. nonetheless, your feet are hurting and you’re definitely not in the mood for walking anymore.

“kai, i can’t go any faster! my feet hurt!” - you say trying to make your voice sound sufferable - “are you sure we are close to the park?”

“just a little bit more, y/n. i promise.” 

you two don’t live any closer to the central part of the town. which huening often used as an excuse for not going to any of the social events. like the time the whole city did a 24 hour dancing event, where the last couple standing would get a trophy and a free dinner in any restaurant they wanted. you’re still upset about it, by the way.

but something has changed this boy’s mind and today he decided to drag you the whole way there to see the autumn festival. he could’ve at least warned you to not wear your favorite pair of cozy boots. they’re the cutest pair you own but the comfortability did not match with it’s beauty.

“close your eyes, y/n.” he says out of sudden while turning back to look at you.

“now not only do you want to kill my feet but also make me walk without seeing anything?” this boy is seriously a mystery to you.

“stop complaining, y/n. i promise it will make sense.” - a pout formed on his lips. - “just do it for me.” his face looks so adorable while pleading that you’re left with no choice but accepting his wish. even though you wanted to drag his begging longer just to see this cute look in his eyes.

“okay, fine! but can you stop hiding things from your best friend? you know, the one that you always said you loved and cared about?” you said while closing your eyes and placing your hands above them.

you both walk for a few more minutes, until kai, who has been walking behind you while guiding you with his hands on your shoulders, stops.

“why did we stop, hyuka?”

without saying a word, the boy puts his hand on yours, taking them slowly out of your vision. “what do you think, y/n?” 

kai had prepared a beautiful picnic under a tree. but not any tree. the oldest and biggest tree of the whole park. it is the hardest spot to get during the festival season, since a lot of the couples book it to confess their love to each other or getting proposed to.

everything seems straight out of a movie. the towel plastered on the grass, filled with your favorite food and drinks, the smell of the fresh baked bread filing your senses. not one single detail goes by without you noticing it.

“kai, i… i don’t even know what to say.” you tell him, trying to process the beauty that is in front of you.

“it’s okay, y/n. as long as you like it, that’s all i need to know.”

“like it?” - you give a small pause and look at him. - “i love it! kai, this is so beyond anything i expected! this is just so… special.” you look back at the picnic trying to not cry, thinking about all the work he must have put through this just for you.

“what did you think i was going to do?”  he laughs at what you just implied.

“i don’t know… maybe trying to get me to like that terrible coffee you love.”

“first of all, that dinner makes the best coffee out of the whole town. second, i don’t love it. i just think that more people should appreciate the work that old lady puts in making her coffee.”

“well, you and the rest of those bitter people who love bitterness for sure appreciate her bitter coffee.”- you pause a bit. - “and yes, you do love that coffee.”

“should we eat, y/n? i feel like food is gonna make you less grumpy.”

“hey! i’m not grumpy! my feet hurts, remember?” you try to make him feel pity.

spending time like this with hyuka is always your favorite part of the day. you wouldn’t mind if he just brought you to town to walk around and talk. as long as it’s with him, nothing matters.

this feeling has been growing inside your heart constantly now. the days where you aren’t with him seem to be passing slower. your heart beat increases just by the mere thought of him. you have been avoiding this voice inside of your head. but now, here with him, it all comes back.

his dark brown hair flowing with the wind, cheeks a light shade of pink because of the gentle cold breeze, his wide smile, the way he says your name after each sentence, even the moles on his face and neck that make you wonder how it must feel under your lips.

you’re scared to admit what these feelings may be. after all, he's your best-friend. he must not feel even remotely close as you feel about him. but, oh god! how you’re wrong.

“y/n, is everything okay? you seem a little distant.” huening looks worried at you.

“yes! i’m fine!” - you smile trying to ease his tension. - “i was just thinking about some things. nothing to be worried about.”

“oh, good! because, ummm… i want to give you something.” he scratches the back of his neck.

he pulls a beautiful little black box out of his jacket. it has a big black bow on top of it and a thin piece of paper that has “to my y/n ♡” written on it. 

“i saw it in luke’s pioneer store and thought of you.” he says while giving you the box.

you open it and a beautiful golden heart necklace is waiting for you inside.

“if you open the heart, there’s a picture of us.” his shy voice speaks.

the picture is from the year you two met. when his parents moved across the street and yours forced a friendship to happen between you and him, because the “oh, poor boy seems so shy, y/n.” 

little did your parents know that you actually met the love of your life. 

“kai…” tears form in your eyes again.

“let me put it on you, y/n.” he says while standing up 

“of course.” and you get up too.

“wow, i must really have left you speechless. it’s the first time you do something i say without arguing back.”

he was right. you don’t know what is happening with you now. in fact, you don’t know what any of this means. the picnic and now this. all under one of the most romantic places in town. your mind is too foggy to think straight about anything.

kai’s breath hits your neck and you can’t help the shiver’s that appear on the surface of your skin. he’s so close. too close. you can feel his warmth, his chest on your back, his hands on your neck. it’s all too much for you to process.

but hueningkai wasn’t in his best senses either. his breath is uneven. his mind screaming at him in need to leave kisses in your exposed skin.

“i’m done.” he says while trying to keep a safe distance between you two.

“how do i look?” you say while facing him.

“you look… beautiful.”

something in his eyes is calling you closer to him. without even realizing what you’re doing, you close the gap between you two. your faces just a few inches from each other.

“i have been waiting for this, y/n.” kai speaks first.

“for seeing how i look from up-close? i’m sure it’s the same as before.” you laugh at him.

“no, y/n.” - he laughs back. - “well.. yes! because you look even more breathtaking than before.” 

your heart skips a bit.

“you know that bringing you here today isn’t just a coincidence. right?” - kai puts a strand of your hair behind your ear and puts his large palm on your cheek. “i thought about this day a million times. and… god, it’s just so hard to talk to you while you look at me like this. i had a whole speech prepared but looking at you made me forget all of it.” you two laugh at his sudden reveal.

“i guess what i’m trying to say” - he continues. -  “it’s that i love you, y/n. since the day i looked at you. since the first time our eyes met, i always knew that i loved you.” 

that strong urge comes back to you, this time as a strong wave that puts your lips on his without a second thought. kai is caught by surprise with your sudden action. but it doesn’t even take him a minute to kiss you back.

the kiss is urgent but romantic. why did it take so long for you two to do it? why do other people have to come before these feelings come into the surface? you can’t answer. but right now, you don’t want his lips to ever leave yours.

he’s gently pulling you even closer by your waist as you grab him on his neck. both of you’re trying to close any gap that could possibly still be open. the urge is so intense that you don’t want to separate even for breathing.

but eventually kai pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. his wide smile plastered on lips and it makes you want to kiss him again.

maybe you and kai waited to fall in love along with the brown leaves that fall down the trees and dance together with the wind.

🍂 ͏youth in autumn masterlist.

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© gyuletters, 2023 - do not repost, copy, or translate. // finally releasing the first fic for the autumn event, YAYYY!! sorry for taking so long. as some of you may have noticed, i’ve been distant from tumblr. there’s nothing big happening or taking my mind of writing, i’m just lazy for sitting down and having motivation to write LOL. but i promise to try posting more fics. also, did u notice my references to gilmore girls? that’s how you all know how much i love this show. anyways, i hope that you all enjoyed this fic. i’ll be back with moree~!! always remember that i love youuu~!! 

with love,

star. xoxo

[stevebabey]

ruby my angel congratulations on the milestone! very well deserved ilysm 🥺🫶

can i pls request ❤️‍🔥 a stevie blurb with prompt 11. a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later'' from list 5 pls? thank you so much!! @stvharrngton

kyrie!!! thank u my love!! ugh beloved i'm so glad ur here this was such a sweet prompt and i'm more than delighted to write it for u <3 i hope u enjoy it sweets :)) @stvharrngton

You’re undecided on whether mornings in Steve’s bed are a slice of heaven or a special form of torture.

On one hand, it’s bliss being between the sheets and in his arms. On the other, it has to end at some point. Especially on days you have early shifts, the both of you.

During this time of year, when the days get a bit longer, you wake to the sun more often than not. The bedroom gets drenched in gold, filtering through from a gap in the curtains, soft lines of light that paint you both rich and warm. Steve does it on purpose, some built-in fear about pitch black rooms. You never really mind anyways.

The alarm clock switches on the radio at 7am precisely. The top hits of 1987 melt out of the speakers and wooze over the airwaves, a soundtrack to your boyfriend’s mumbly-grumbly wakeup. He’s on his front, head turned towards you and the moment he’s awake, his brows scrunch together.

You’re feeling lucky to have woken before him, if only to watch his drousy yawns. He lets out a tired groan, snuffles into the pillow closer, and murmurs wordlessly. Your cheek crinkles the pillow as you grin easily, watching him.

Then you laugh a bit when you see him falling back to sleep easily, rocked by the sound of Heaven is a Place on Earth on the radio. You curl your hand over his shoulder, giving it a gentle jostle. Steve stirs, letting out another tired groan.

“How is it...” The beginnings of a sentence trips out his mouth, his eyes still closed. Your fingers start skirting about on his skin, tracing the dozens of freckles on his shoulder. It must be ticklish, shown in Steve’s wrinkled nose and the way he shivers, trying to dust your touch off him. “S’morning?” He asks, voice all gravelly.

“Mmhm,” You affirm, sweeping the hair back from his forehead. Steve finally peeks an eye open, one glimmer of his brown irises. You lend a dainty kiss to his shoulder and wiggle up from under the covers. Steve stares as you climb out of the bed, giving another dramatic huff that has the sheet fluttering around him. 

He stretches like a cat in the sun, some deep sound from his throat that has you whipping around — really wondering for a moment if he was going to start the day that way. With an amused smile at his lazy stretches, arms above his head, you begin to putter around to gather everything you need for the shower.

You get two steps into the bathroom before you call out to him. “You coming?”

There’s a shuffle behind you, a couple loud noises, and one muttered swear. You laugh quietly to yourself, knowing he's launched himself out of bed at your proposition.

“Yes! Yep, definitely, I’ll meet you in there!”

It‘s the opposite of a productive shower. Steve tries to wash his hair, yet insists you do it better, and melts under your magic fingers. He soaps up your back, along your shoulders and then makes the mistake of pressing a kiss to the skin — and quickly regrets it with a bleh, spitting out the soap. You laugh, nearly slip on the excess soap he’s managed to use, and the pair of you spend more time goofing off than cleaning.

Time is short by the time you’re out and into your clothes for work. The alarm clock blinks, radio wallowing love ballads now. You click it off and meet Steve down in the kitchen, feet moving with haste.

Steve looks handsome, as he always does. His hair’s still a bit wet, a few droplets on the collar of his shirt and he smiles when you enter, like you’re brought the sun in with you. He’s already fixed a pot of coffee, the smell percolating in the morning air, and he tastes like it when you press up on your toes and kiss him.

You’re late by now, you’re sure of it. Steve’s hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer, humming ever-so-contently against your lips. He kisses like he’s got all the time in the world, his mouth sweet and hot, his love feeling nearly tangible around you. You decide that being more than a little late is entirely worth it if he keeps kissing you like this.

join the celebration!

[ramayah]

human antidote | nick furcillo

GENRE. smut

CW. bttm!reader/top!nick, monster fucking, [kinda] food play, werewolf!nick [more like an irl wolf], nick has a crush on reader/reader’s knows, mentions of ‘knot’, NOT A/B/O.

NOTES. literally js smut + nick is is so cute n adorable n i love my boy<3

WC. & TAGS. 4.3k+ ! @asukases u betta be happy we r besties cause i swear. u betta not rush me next time.

“A pool party?” [name] questioned as the joke he had a hate-hate relationship with came up to him and asked him after gathering fireworks and, possibly expired, alcohol out of the abandoned shed.

“Yeah, bro! We’re gonna go to the lake. Just wanted to ask cause, you know, one of the girls are into you.” Jacob continued to pester the poor boy about coming to the party for a certain brunette named Abigail. One of the five counselors that he knew had a crush on him? And he didn't realize that all summer? He’s not that dense.

At least he doesn’t think he is.

Disregarding the relentless pleads coming from Jacob, he continued to make another rubber band bracelet. “Bro, I swear, I’ll owe you all year if you come! If you come, everyone will!”

[name] snickered at Jacob’s words, his dirty mind read in between the lines, it was hard not to when Jacob said such words.

“Is there gonna be food? Actual good food. Not nasty grilled burgers or anything.”

“.. No.” The look on [name]’s face after he had said that was filled with disgust. “But, but.. Abi’s gonna be there! And Nick. Abi and Nick are gonna be there. You know Abi likes you and Nick’s my bro, your bro, everyone’s bro, bro! So you have to go. Please?”

Nick’s gonna be there?

Nick’s gonna be there.

“Fine, alright. Let me get some clothes and I’ll be on my way.”

A white t-shirt, and a simple pair of stretchy swim trunks is all that he had in his duffle bag, it was more than enough, really.

He was sat on the old wooden pier, a pineapple flavored popsicle in hand as he watched the others splash around in the lake. The sun was on the horizon, it was sweltering really. Cool breezes did come often, at least when he was sprawled out on the pier.

“You’re not gonna get in?” A certain brown headed Aussie with a ravishing complexion questioned as he planted his hands firm on the wet wood beside you, successfully heaving himself out of the water. Water, with a mixture of sweat, dripped down his body, he seemed like and angel in this sunset, really. He's beautiful, majestic, even.

Dear god, if only [name] could kiss him right about now. Nick’s lips seem so full and pretty and kissable. How would they feel? Good, great even, right? What if [name] kissed him right now? Would it—

“[name]!” Nick shouted, nudging the boy playfully. “Oh, uh, no. No, not right now, anyways. It’s pretty cold, too. And, as a plus, I don't wanna get my popsicle wet.” [name] said, sliding his tongue up from the base of the popsicle to the top before swallowing the fruitful flavor that filled his mouth.

Nick’s face turned a rosy shade of red, cherry red would be a more accurate shade to match his face.

“Would you like some? It's pretty good.” The counselor commented, motioning the popsicle to his favorite counselor. Nick bent over a little and gave the popsicle a lick, even though it was a little bit of flavor that lingered on his tongue, it tasted of pineapple. “Yeah, it’s..” Nick looked up, he looked as if he was just begging for [name] to kiss him, right here and right now. “good.”

Before they could drift the discussion to another topic, such as what the other would do after leaving the camp, a huge wave of water came their way. The result ended up with [name]’s white shirt sticking to his chest and lower torso and his trunks clinging to his thighs. “My god! Jacob!” he screamed as he stood up, hearing the loud cackling of the other male mad his want to wipe the smug smile off his face. After rubbing the water from his eyes, he pulled the shirt off of his body.

“Strip tease!” Jacob shouted as he hooted and hollered, Emma and Dylan doing the same.

“That’s more like it!” Emma exclaimed.

Scoffing with a smile on his face, he mentioned to the Aussie that he was going to get a towel. “I’ll, I’ll come with!” he said, “I’ll be back!”

In one of the cabins, Nick handed the towel to [name] and stayed silent as the counselor dried off. “Why did Jacob have to get me all wet?! Now, I’m all sticky!” [name] whined as he looked in the mirror before turning on the sink and wetting the towel.

“Do you, uhm, need help? I can get some more towels, if you’d like!” Coming out of the bathroom, [name] had the cream colored towel resting in his shoulders as he pointed to his duffle.

“Can you get me a shirt outta there? I can’t wear my other one, obviously.”

Nick obliged and pulled out a black tank top from the bag. When he turned around, his eyes were automatically trained on the ass that belonged to his favorite counselor. It’s not that he had ever seen it before, it’s just that he had yet to see it up close. The velvet colored boxers he wore shaped his ass perfectly.

“Did you get me the shirt?” [name] questioned, his face still faced towards the open dressing jars as he looked through them.

[name]’s words were faint in Nick’s fuzzy mind.

“Nick!” [name] loudly spoke, turning around to see Nick’s face looking downwards to the floor, his brown hair covering his eyes. “Are you.. alright?” The boy asked, walking towards the other one.

Before [name] could grab the face that belonged to the Aussie, he backed away, hitting the bed and falling into it. Nick laid back on his elbows, his face finally facing the half-naked counselor.

Red. Bright, bright red. Embarrassment is what it was. Nick was embarrassed because his raging dick was poking through his trunks. He wasn’t wearing a thing underneath his clothes.

“Oh, Nick..” he whispered, dropping the towel to the wooden floor. [name]’s eyes lingered on the brunette’s erection, his tongue begged to feel it. He wanted to gag, be forced to swallow his cum down his throat.

Nick covered his erection with his hands, apologies spewing from his two-toned lips. “I’m sorry! I–I didn’t mean to! It’s a, a natural reaction!” He cried, feeling too embarrassed to look into the boy’s eyes.

Before more and more words came flowing from his lips, [name] crawled on the bed, grabbed Nick’s face and smashed his lips on his own. “Wait, [name], wait–!” He whimpered, hands starting to have a hard grip on the sheets. Nick’s back hit the bed, [name]’s lower half sat on his legs, one of his hands lingering around the hem of his trunks and the other palming his erection. “Oh god, Nick, you’re so hard.” [name] gasped with a smile on his face, looking into the eyes of the other. A lust filled gaze looked back at him.

A muffled howl came from the far hills, signaling that the moon was high on the rise.

“[name], [name], I have to..–”

“Nick, please stay. You’re not gonna leave me needy for you, right?” Pleads and mindless whimpers flew from his lips. They’d gone to far already, entirely too far. [name] had already start to grind his clothed cock on Nick’s, sweat covering Nick’s forehead, Nick’s hands were already gripped into his thighs, making markings with his nails.

POOF.

A hairy, curled, and long light and dark brown colored tail were in between his legs.

POOF.

Ears. Sharp to the tip, more so like a dog’s than a wolf’s.

“What, Nick.. Did you get bit?” [name] worriedly questioned, eying his dog-like ears. “That’s.. why I wanted to leave.. I–I’m sorry.”

“Nick..” he whispered, his eyes trained on his dog-like ears. “Oh goodness, don’t tell me you feel ashamed? Nick, you’re prettier than a magnolia in May.” he cooed, cradling the cheeks of his tanned face. Short, shallow pecs turned into passionate kisses which turned into a rough, lustful make out. Hasty, frantic movements of taking off Nick’s trousers was nothing short of greedy and desperate. Greedy to have more and more of the Aussie until he couldn’t have anything of the boy. Desperate for more and more from the Aussie, kisses, bites, markings. Anything he could get.

“[name], oh god, [name]..!” Nick whispered, feeling the counselor’s warm mouth engulf his rock hard cock, making his hands grip the boy’s hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, and shoving him down to the base of his cock. “Oh fffuckk, [name]!” Nick cried, his cock twitching from the insufferable feeling of the boy’s mouth. He felt so good that he couldn’t even begin to fathom how good he felt. How amazing it felt to finally have his fellow co-counselor choking on his dick.

After holding him there for a good minute or two, he released the poor boy. Saliva dripped down his chin, producing from his cum coated tongue. Even though Nick had already came once, he wanted more. At least two more would do. At least two. Even if Nick ended up getting overstimulated from such a sinful process, he would still want more. It doesn’t care if he had to beg, plead or order the Aussie to fulfill his greedy desires, he will get it one way or another.

“Nick..” he mumbled, grabbing the base of the Aussie’s eight inch dick and smothering his cock in wet, sloppy kisses. “you taste so good.” he whimpered, kitten licking the tip.

Nick wasn’t quiet during all this, don’t think such as unfathomable thing. He was loudly moaning for more, pleading and begging for more.

Nick had the counselor in a mating press, holding the underside of his thighs as he pushed in and out of him at a rapid pace. “Nick, oh, Nick! Faster! Fuck, oh ffuck—” Tars streamed down the sides of [name]’s face as he cried out Nick’s name, clawing at the bed sheets as he begged Nick to move his monstrous sized cock deeper inside of him. With a roll of Nick’s hips, pressing against his prostate with the tip of his cock. Nick’s hips stuttered as he looked into the counselor’s eyes, seeing how pretty and slutty he had made the boy. Saliva dripped down his chin, onto the bed’s sheets, tears stained the bed as well, and cum painted his stomach, almost reaching his chest.

Nick’s tail wagged as the sight, almost howling like a pure animal before starting to rut inside of him. Like the animal deep inside of him, he didn’t stop to hear [name]’s pleads to stop or begs to calm down and give him a break. No, he chased after his release. Wanting more, begging for more. Pleading for more. “I’m—oh, oh god!–I’m close, oh, I’m so, so close!” he hissed, feeling his cock twitch and pulsate inside of him.

“Nick, Nick—Fuck, Nick!” [name]’s voice reached an all time high as he squealed like a girl.

Nick’s knot filled his ass, spilling out after Nick pulled his–now soft–cock out of the boy’s ass, his chest and [name]’s heaving up and down at two different raid paces.

Dear god, sex is wild these days.

[scytheics]

12 AM. yang jeongin (m)

despite knowing you wanted to be the one, all jeongin could do was fuck you as a replacement for what you once asked for. countless counts of heartbreak have left you stumbling between manipulation and emotions, never knowing when the end would arrive.

PAIRING: jeongin x f!reader

GENRE: cheater au; smut, slight angst.

WARNING(s): lower case is intended! jeongin is (mostly) a cold-hearted asshole and y/n is basically a simp with bad yet good taste. foul language and play, obvious hints of cheating (isn’t cheating technically foul play???), dirty talking, unprotected sex, fingering, teasing, minor teasing/degrading, back handed compliments/praising, and whatever else i threw in there. oh, also poor english.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: hey there! to start off honestly, i haven’t wrote smut or just shit like this in general - over the span of 10 months. if i did, it was never finished nor posted so i am genuinely scared and was completely unmotivated to give this my all or finish it properly (???). this may continue - i have no idea, but yeah. in addition to my peers off the app, i want to thank my best friend for constantly motivating me to get something done. to those reading, you are welcome to share your thoughts in the comments, in my ask box, or in a reblog. in the meantime, i hope you enjoy and maybe i will be able to post more soon :)

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jeongin u up?

im omw.

around the corner...

11:55 a.m

that was 5 minutes ago.

your quiet mind filled up your silent room. the thoughts tried to speak for you but failed. in the many ways that you've tried, that one word was hesitant leaving your lips when you faced him. your thumbs could text out similar words, but never a direct 'no'. not saying that word, only left you for more heartbreak.

"someone's eager. the door was wide open."

jeongin whispered as he mounted into your bed. you lift your head and adjusted yourself to your side, now that he was there. "you're such a dick you know?" you speak and jeongin merely lets out a laugh. as much as your heart yearned for you to shove him away, your heart treasured his laughter and your mind often repeated the moment you first heard it.

jeongin lays in your bed and reached over for the tv remote to then turn it on, making himself more at home. his brown eyes gazed at the tv screen for a moment and glimpsed at the diminutive scenery displayed, before looking back over at the back of your head. his body leans closer to yours with a sluggish smile as he relaxes his chin on your shoulder.

"you smell so good." he thought aloud as his fingers drooped along the sides of your waist before kissing your shoulder and smiling to himself.

although you remained non-responsive, you were filled with utterances. it was times like this when he was so relaxed with doing such things, that it pissed you off. he was so comfortable holding you like the other girl he talked to, and it was painful. yet, here you were softening into his touch.

"you gonna let me make you feel good?" you turned around and faced him. you scanned his perfected sculpted features and eyed every curve on his face.

you knew you couldn't live without him looking at you.

you found yourself inches away from his face, wanting to kiss his lips. your heart skipped a beat every time he looked at you. staring into his eyes like you always did, you were lost in them.

in return to his question you nodded.

"start by kissing me softly this time," you whispered as you stared into his eyes. jeongin rolls his eyes playfully while looking down at your lips before licking his. "what if you fall for me?" he teases, brushing his fingers through your hair. "didn't i already?" you let out a dry chuckle followed by a bitter smile.

jeongin furrows his eyebrows and shrugs as a corner of his lip tugs into a smirk before leaning in and kissing delicately against yours. you hummed softly against his lips as he began to deepen the kiss. "you're so stupid for actually falling in love with me y/n." he "teased" again between the kiss cold-heartedly.

what a nice way to tell someone you only want to use them, yang jeongin.

though those words could make you cry, you already understood how he felt. and even though he knew how you felt, he ignored you. there were times when you felt that it would be so much easier for him to pretend that he loved you too. it would be much more comforting for him to pretend that he cared about your feelings rather than being careless with your heart every time he spoke.

as much as it has happened, your first heartbreak with jeongin was always the most memorable. even if it has occurred many times, it never fails to return to your mind.

you told him you wanted to be the one, which was a stupid decision from the beginning, but you still said it anyways. he laughed in your face for a moment before getting serious. you stood in the doorway with your face drenched in tears and heartbroken as he left your room that day.

of course, you were fucked senseless by him a week later.

you also recounted another occasion when he told you that "you were the only one" but his dick was too deep within you to think that through.

"i know," you sighed, struggling once more to look him in his eyes. "i know," you said again, his eyes confusing you the most. you were stuck between manipulation and emotions, never knowing when the end would come. when you looked into his eyes you felt a sense of weakness. they seemed innocent in comparison to the person who owned them. you loved them.

it never mattered to you how long you've been treated badly by him, you can always see a future with him in those eyes. you like to remind yourself that he does have a heart; he just refuses to use it when he is with you.

your once sleepy eyes locked with his as he grabbed your chin, pulling your face up so he could peer down into them. he rolls over and hovers over you, now on top. as his hand slipped between your legs, your lips parted softly. a soft sound of shock filled your throat as your jaw dropped open.

"let's not waste time" he mumbled as he moved your laced underwear to the side and began to rub your pussy. his fingers rubbed against your wet core as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. your eyes flutter closed as you felt him plunge his long, gentle finger inside of you.

you moaned desperately, arching your back as he began to finger you.

the utter delight on jeongin's face as he watched over you was apparent. through his motions, your pussy soaked up around his finger in a matter of seconds.

"is that good, y/n?" he whispered, inserting his index finger and stretching you even further. "so good-ahh-" your throat quivered with sheer desire as you became overwhelmed with the thought of filling your void with something more than what his fingers could provide.

it was always his way of crumbling your innocence.

before whining for what was coming next at the sign of your release, jeongin moves his finger out of you and plops it inside his mouth to taste you. he hums and kisses you once more before lifting himself and taking off his plain white tee he came in with. he hovers back over you, this time more possessively, kissing you more roughly - as if he owned you.

you whined between the kiss, to focus on getting satisfied rather than listening to the soft jingle his belt made as he was too sexually frustrated to take it off properly. jeongin groans as he pulls the tight pants and underwear off his legs and presses his hardened cock against your bare wet core.

his cock rubs against the slit of your pussy before pushing himself inside you. you gasp as you feel his hardened cock fill you up, creating a sudden warmth and satisfaction. he looks at you with a lazy smile as he begins to thrust into you. the two of you moan loudly covering the noises coming from the tv, both not worrying so much about what was displayed anymore ... well you never cared.

you, however, did care about jeongin — even if he always showed that he never did the same when it came to you. you care about him so much that you let him fuck you roughly into your mattress until the screws loosen and the bed begins to creak. you also love him so much that words that mean nothing to him roll so carelessly off your tongue. what do you get out of it? nothing but a careless fuck to him.

his mind numb as he pounds restlessly into you, high off the feeling of you tight around his cock. jeongin gains a harsh rhythm with the vigor of his hips, making the bed shake and bang into the wall it was against. your fingers wrap around his neck and your hands claw at his back leaving soft scratches from your dull nails. you're breathless, your soft chest heave and rise.

both of your lips lock, connecting the moans you both held in. the kiss becomes sloppier as he sucks on your tongue, swirling his around yours. the kiss breaks and he pulls away, only to look down at where both of your bodies connect.

he smiles to himself, taking in your breathtaking nude body and how his cock rammed into you frantically. the harder the thrust, the more you whine and struggle to breathe correctly. your eyes roll back when he fucks into you hard with the tip of his cock pressing more onto your g-spot with every thrust.

"fuck i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum in you hm?" he mumbles breathily. you nod and struggle to let words fall from your mouth. instead, your mouth forms into an 'o', and what you hoped to be words fade into a gasp when his cock slips in and out fast.

"fuck- innie, i'm cumming." you cry out as nails press more into his back. your eyes screw tight together as your abdomen seizes up and the rush of your orgasm approaches you.

he hums, once more careless, reaching his hands over to your hair to his run his fingers through. you moan once more, resting on the pillow underneath your head. your hips twitch as you release around his cock, eyes rolling back in your head as your jaw gaps slightly letting out soft cries of pleasure.

your legs jerk around his legs softly and your heels press against his ass. he looks down at your lower abdomen, noticing the slight bulge showing, and closes his eyes letting out a breathy sigh, your name slipping through his lips. he cums, and you feel his cock twitch with the warmth of his cum spurting inside you.

the two of you slowly recover, taking time to clear your minds. jeongin looks down at you before collapsing on top of you and staring blankly into your eyes. you look back wondering about the emotion behind them. they seemed different, more careful. you mentally shake your head, trying to clear your mind once more. jeongin doesn't bother to pull his now soft cock out of you as he presses his forehead against yours, smiling.

'don't fall for it, something you would warn and prepare yourself with mentally during these small moments he chose to have with you. you hoped for the sudden 'post nut clarity' to take over you once more, to realize how much of an asshole he was, but it never passed through your mind. somehow, this time you chose to ignore it and planted a small kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes tiredly.

jeongin chuckled and caressed your cheek, watching you slowly fall into a deep sleep. his thumb swipes over your cheek softly back and forth as he turns his head towards the tv and lets his eyes wander over the screen. it is until when you are fully asleep that jeongin decides to sit up and move off you before heading to the bathroom in your room.

as he gets himself together and collected his items, he leans over, kissing you once more on the cheek. he stares at your soft delicate facial features as he begins to shift away from you and the bed. jeongin reaches the door, grabs the door nob, looks back at you, and sighs.

"i love you too."

© all rights reserved, scytheis 2022. translations, reposts on other platforms without credit or notice, modifications, or any other use other than reading are prohibited with my work. thank you!

[kquil]

every time i find a new blog by sifting through the x reader categories i find the prettiest blogs known to mankind istg ♡ congrats on 1000 btw!!! im new here but love, love, LOVE your writing already.

for your celebration, could i get a 🧁 by chance?

im 5'4, brown hair with dark blue eyes. im an introvert, infp, and a slytherin [ mainly cause im ambitious as hell ]. i love, love the color pink!!! it's my favorite color of all fucking time. like, i see something i like, ill be looking for it in the color pink. i like to think im a very giving and generous person. just today one of my new co-workers said they liked my bracelet and my instant reaction was to give it to her. plus, i like to see other humans happy. i truly believe in the kindness is free sort of deal.

when it comes to interpersonal relationships, my usually introverted self becomes much more open. still, i can be pretty reserved even with my friends because my social battery drains so, so quick. however, with those select few, it feels like i don't have a social battery. my hopes for a romantic relationship would definitely include movie nights with a giant pillow fort. if we can't do that, then what's the point. oh, and bookstore dates + picnics afterward. also, my love languages are definitely touch and gift giving. something wonky and weird about me is that im extremely prone to accidents. im constantly discovering random bruises all over myself + getting hurt, and ending up in the emergency room.

i think that's a pretty good description of me!! so yeah (: again, fricken love ur blog!!!! ♡

awwww~ thank you so much for liking my blog aesthetic and calling it pretty and enjoying my writing! that makes me so happy! (≧▽≦) since you’re new here, welcome! and i hope you enjoy what i came up with for you~ 

I ship you with Regulus Black 

i. for a slytherin, you’re quite unique in how you act sometimes. regulus being his usually observant self always sees you in his peripheral with your close group of friends but also often easily making friends with other houses when forced to interact during classes. he can see that they realise how personable you are and how…you’re nothing like a slytherin but regulus can also see those snake-like traits in you. he sees your high ambitions and it isn’t anything like his other slytherin friends’ hopes for their futures. you don’t crave power for yourself, you crave reaching your personal, unfeasible goals. he often hears you muttering to yourself about what achievements you want to get in your academics, he doesn’t believe you’ll make it but keeps his mouth shut and waits for the results… proving him wrong each time, and now, he finds himself secretly hoping that you achieve everything you hope to achieve in life, no matter how formidable. 

ii. you keep surprising him. he’s never seen green be paired with so much pink before. but you make it work somehow, he doesn’t know why it suits you so well when it would look ridiculous on other people. when he glimpses you from across the library and takes in all your pink stationary, he imagines his slytherin friends with the same pink materials and snorts when the image that manifests in his mind becomes too ludicrous for him to imagine further. “What’s got you in such a light mood, Reg?” one of his friends asks suspiciously, missing the way his steel-grey eyes linger on you before answering, “nothing…”

iii. another way that you intrigue regulus is through your interaction with your close friends. he has many who would rather lose their limbs than share their good fortune with others but you don’t even bat an eye when offering your personal valuables. It’s so otherworldly to regulus how you’re passive to power and wealth but still so ambitious and snake-like. you bring a new image about slytherins that’s refreshing and hardly ever antagonistic, creating a warm feeling that blooms in his chest. regulus reasons that it’s hope for future slytherins to follow in your example when he’s too caught up in his family drama to confidently make independent decisions. That’s not the only feeling he’s experiencing, however, and it becomes obvious the more time he spends at Hogwarts with you slowly moving from his peripheral view to his centre of focus.

iv. regulus was subtle in his approach but to his friends, who knew him, he was being too obvious. he first approached you in the library, appearing to look at the books in the shelves next to you as you were preoccupied with reading one you had recently pulled off the shelf. he glances at you over the cover of the book he was pretending to read and you do the same, the two of you actually meet eyes a couple of times but never say a word to each other. it’s become quite a small routine for the two of you to read standing side by side at the shelves. sometimes, regulus would be the one to approach you, other times it would be you approaching him. Sometimes it would be for long periods of time, to the point where you both would end up sitting on the floor together, and other times, it would be for a short few minutes and one of you has to leave. it was a good routine, quickly becoming familiar and comfortable but it was too silent. 

v. eventually, at the same time, you two plucked up the courage to ask the other to sit at a table and read. it was quite a flustering situation; it was the first time he got to hear your voice up close and it was the first time you got a close up look on the famous, younger one of the Black brothers. over time, your relationship and readings together became a semi-cuddle on the common room sofas where you both held a book to read and one of you would eventually find their fingers combing through the other’s hair. many of your house mates saw you two like this and grew curious over how such an odd couple came to be. a unique pairing, indeed. a very true slytherin loving on a slytherin that didn’t really act like one. they grew to accept it eventually. 

vi. the two of you were in denial, however; you two were just good friends. good friends who spent a lot of time together, gifted each other small but meaningful things, who go to the bookstore together while holding hands, who frequently go on picnics by the lake after visiting the kitchens and who cuddle close to each other at every opportunity. It’s all innocent, just like how regulus innocently kisses your temple whenever he greets you and innocently holds your hand on instinct; carrying around a bottle of bruise ointment for your clumsiness. Very innocent indeed, with the way you like to curl up in regulus’s arms for comfort, seeking him out for every little thing, no matter how small, innocent, with how close you like to keep your face close his, how you seem to be the only one to make regulus happy and how he only seems to relax into your arms and nobody else's — he wouldn’t even let others touch him, especially not in the same way you do. 

vii. yes, it’s all very innocent but you two are so perfect together, i can’t see you with anyone else other than our beloved reggie. you two just have to get it together and finally make it official — everyone’s sick and tired of your puppy love, simply because you’re too cute of a couple to even make fun of.

1K MILESTONE EVENT | NAVI.

[ofcoming4th]

I'm doing this far too much lately. Saying goodbye to a friend I never met.

The man in the striped shirt is Shane MacGowan, first lead singer and songwriter for The Pogues - the first Irish punk band anyone had heard of widely in the USA.

He died today, November 30,at the age of 65. With Shane if you didn't know him the first things you might think is, " Oh he passed pretty young" . If you did it was, "Wow he made it that long?"

Shane was a towering talent, a junkie, a poet and often a complete bastard. His own band had to put him out because of his drug problem and general arsehole behavior - supposedly he said, "What took ya so long?"

In the early 80's there were rumbles in the music magazines about a band who went by Pogue Mahone ( which my mom used to yell at people who cut her off in traffic). They had to change it to just The Pogues because too many people knew the same phrase and they could not get any television spots or be on MTV.

Elvis Costello was a fan and helped produce their first widely played USA album "Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash" in 1985. I was in my punk/proto New Wave phase at the time and was able to get someone to drive me to the nearest large city in order to buy the LP in a ratty little store next to a CBGB wanna be bar. I'll admit that the title was the big selling point for my immature self and I had no idea what to expect (as Mr. Joel said, you can't get the sound from the pages of a magazine, even if that magazine was CREAM).

The 5th track was "A Pair of Brown Eyes" and Shane's plaintive not quite on key voice caught me as he mourned the cost of death and hate while staying intensely human. On Side 2 was "Dirty Old Town" by Ewan MacColl. For an Irish American kid from a dying mill town who didn't even have a word for her sexuality the lyrics and Shane's voice put words to my experience even an ocean away from the trauma and violence of Ireland in the 80's. "Dreamed a dream by the old canal. I kissed my girl by the factory wall... " that was me, a bumbling scared girl in a tiny canal and mill town hiding to kiss a girl because it just made more sense even if I knew it would make life even harder.

And that album has never left my possession, changing formats but bringing me back to who I once was when I owned that first LP. Nostalgia is sweet when you know you will never have to be that self in that situation ever again. But good music is good music.

I kept up with Shane through the wild swings of his career and life . Though I don't think his post Pogues music was ever up to the level of those albums - "Red Roses for Me" to "Hell's Ditch" set the standard and pointed the way for bands like Dropkick Murphy's and Flogging Molly with the blending of Irish traditional influence and modern storytelling.

And he made it to 65,changing music, writing the song "Fairytale of New York" ( will somebody explain to me why this is considered a Christmas song staple? Has anyone besides me actually listened to the real lyrics which require cutting on broadcast radio? Just because Christmas is mentioned several times doesn't make this a happy Christmas song!)

I'll stop clutching my pearls and get back on track.

I needed to write this to just get my feelings out . Shane and the other members of the Pogues were the soundtrack to a vital part of my life where I found love, lost it, and found that love had never really gone , I just needed to get my self in good enough shape to accept it.

Thank you Shane, you magnificent, miserable , romantic, drunken junkie of a poet and music maker. Your voice is always in my memories of a muggy summer evening by an abandoned paper mill in Nowhere , New York.

If you haven't heard anything by Shane besides "Fairytale" go now and give a listen to " Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash" and its follow up "If I Should Fall From Grace with God".. You will see that even punk Irish bands during the IRA's height - with all the anger, sorrow and joy that life means, can make you want to get up and dance.

[devilfic]

❝boogeyman❞

parts: next plot: he is your shadow as much as you are his. one person, one reflection. you made a deal with the devil and this is the price you pay for redemption. pairing: edward nashton x gn!reader. cw: detective!reader, dark, religious themes, mentioned stalking, creepy edward, obsession, psychological conditioning, blackmail. words: 2.6k.

a/n: this is a reimagining of the events of the batman where edward manages to escape arkham in the end and has a change of heart... so to speak. a fun concept I wanted to try!

You've got a stamp of approval from Chief Bock, declared a wunderkind of exposing dark underbellies, so the GCPD tosses cases at you like homework, expecting it done by the end of the week with work shown. It wasn’t that you were incapable of doing the work (no, you could handle most of these cases with your eyes closed), it was that you were drowning in all of it. The numbers, the victims, the days. They all rolled together while you lived off enough caffeine to put you in cardiac arrest. If it was just you, you might’ve caved under the pressure by now, but it’s never been just you.

You’ve acquired a shadow. He had stomped out the one you were born with and fit himself into its place. He was an inefficient shadow; he never followed you, but rather you him, and when you and your shadow stood together, your bodies never quite fit. Nothing of his fit except for the breathing. It was brown noise to you, a constant even when he wasn’t physically there. You time your own breathing with his until you can think straight enough to make your claim, watching the shadow disappear when your hand falls away from the crucified corpse, “He was nailed to the cross alive.” You look to the side for approval.

The Batman had to be onto you.

On the surface, there isn’t much difference between the way he treats you and every other detective. He nods when you nod, stays out of your way when you’re comparing observations, and defers to you when appropriate. Lieutenant Gordon chalked up any awkwardness between the two of you to your respective, reserved personalities. You’d had the same opinion up until a week ago.

Perhaps it was your paranoia, or maybe the increased, dominating presence in your life, but you’d begun to feel transparent. You’d startle yourself when speaking, swearing that a different voice was coming out of you. Even when you chose the words yourself, it was as if you were picking from someone else’s vocabulary. You’d step into a room with someone else’s legs. If you moved past a mirror too quickly, you wouldn’t see you at all. Your lack of sleep surely wasn’t helping. 

“Is it... all biblically accurate?” Gordon steps between your line of sight of the Batman, forcing you to zero in on him instead. Gordon was always cordial with you, even if it was obvious that he saw your presence as a ploy to undermine his belief in the Bat. Knowing Bock, he probably wasn’t far off.

If you had it your way, you’d gladly leave this up to the Bat and Gordon, but that wasn’t your choice. It hadn’t been for a long time. “No, sir. The... uh, the fire poker down the throat is new.”

Both you and Gordon grimace. “And everything else?”

“No identifying marks that I can recognize. Would you like to take a look, Batman?” Your question hangs heavily in the air as Gordon moves out of the way. 

The Batman always had a habit of looming in corners, skirting the edges of the investigation for details that often went unseen by even the best trained on the force. If anyone were to pick up something you missed, it’d be him.

He steps forward, military-grade boots announcing each severe step toward you. You swallow down your fear and imagine that your shadow is there, looming just as menacingly behind you. You weren’t sure he would liked that, being face to face with the Bat again.

The Batman moves at a much slower pace than yourself when he works. He had no qualms about touching everything, a bold trait of his that often left your co-workers grumbling under their breaths as if he couldn’t hear them. The Bat stands straight after a thorough examination, “Nothing.” He declares.

Gordon nods to the two of you, then motions for his partner to follow him out of the office, leaving you to make your own less brilliant exit. You don’t mind not having all eyes on you like the Bat has to endure. You’re just glad to get away from the scene altogether. A single glance back has you regretting, your eyes meeting the empty sockets of the now former council member. That would be a hard image to repress later.

You whisper your goodbyes to the remaining cops outside and begin to make your way back home.

“Need a ride?”

The Batman is straddling his bike, watching you from the curb. His tone isn’t expectant. He’s seen you walk home plenty of times from a scene, never taking anyone else’s offer before. Surely, he knew he wasn’t any more special. “No, thank you. The walk clears my head.”

“Are you sure? Killers linger near their crime scenes sometimes.” The way he says that makes you shiver, nothing to do with the mid-winter cold.

His second offer gives you a moment’s pause as you consider it. Truthfully, no criminal in Gotham could put much more than a little spook in you given your situation these days. You openly welcomed anyone to try and take your life when it had already been promised to another. You’d never felt more free in this city in your entire life. You’d never felt more captive, too. 

“Not everyday you get a chance to ride around the city with a guy dressed as a bat,” one of the cops jokes lightheartedly, nodding to you, “if you don’t take the offer, I will.”

Batman turns his head slowly to said cop. He looks unamused.

The walk would help you clear your head (and it would give you more time away from him). There were no pros to accepting the ride. “Okay.” You accept anyway.

The Batman straightens up as you approach his bike, making sure you climb on carefully. You steady your hands on the Batman’s waist, feeling the armor shift very little against your hands. Batman pulls one of your arms further around his middle to hug him, “I drive fast.” He explains, when you make a noise. “Where to?”

Batman definitely wasn’t lying.

The ride to your apartment felt more like a rollercoaster ride, his bike weaving through bloated Gotham traffic with ease. You wanted to scream over the battering wind about whether or not he got a pass on obeying traffic laws, though your voice wasn’t strong enough to reach his ears. Even with how wildly he drove, you never once felt like you were about to fall off, and that was all you could really ask for.

When he pulls up right outside your complex, you feel all your organs arrange themselves back into their proper places once again. You wobble a little as you step onto the sidewalk. “Thank you,” you tell him, winded, “if vigilantism doesn’t work out, you should consider racing for a living.” 

Though you can’t actually see them, you can tell from the shift of his cowl that he’s raising his brow at the thought, “Am I that bad?”

You smile apologetically, “Just a little.”

The Batman takes no offense—or if he does, he’s excellent at pretending he doesn’t—and nods to you politely, “Stay safe.” And then he’s pulling off, noticeably at a much slower speed this time. You’re hopeful that you’ve saved a poor pedestrian from a heart attack somewhere in the city tonight, and begin your ascent to your apartment.

You’re used to going through the motions when you get home.

The elevator hasn’t worked in your complex since the 90′s, so you often hike it up a few floors to your apartment and let the workout get some good pumps out of your heart, though it was hardly needed anymore these days. Your unlocked front door does the job just fine.

One of these days, you’d get him to leave the lights on at the very least. You know why he doesn’t, you just really wished he wouldn’t.

The first light you flick on is the lamp by your doorway. Its warmth glimmers on the crystal bowl beneath it where you drop your keys, a warning that he could come out at any time. You look as far as the light reaches in anticipation, but nothing stands out to you. Had he gotten tired of waiting? That wasn’t like him.

You let the front door close behind you and take a step forward. His breathing becomes apparent all at once.

“He drove you home.”

You never could get used to that voice. It had been unsettling enough to hear on TV, what with the distortion, but in person? It was raw and low with the diction of a well-read man. You imagined what it would have been like to be Commissioner Savage in that rat trap, the agony of a thousand teeth tearing into the veins of your throat, all while this voice read you your sins. It was the voice of your own personal boogeyman. You still hadn’t gotten out of reacting bodily to it.

The Riddler stands behind your front door, unmoving. Your heart hammers wildly at the thought that he could snip your strings at any moment, calling to an end this dance between puppet and puppeteer. You cover up the way you recoil by making a big motion out of disrobing, “Didn’t feel like walking.”

You don’t know why you bother to lie. He’d followed you home often enough to know that was never true.

It’s hard not to stiffen up when he starts moving; you use the detective skills at your disposal to predict what he’ll do next, but it was like your signals were scrambled in his presence. The closer he was, the more disorienting. It had grown too tedious of a task to think, let alone talk, when he was on the prowl.

Perhaps it was because you expected him to bludgeon you to death at any second. 

“Maybe he’s onto you,” Riddler muses, “you’ve been sloppy lately.”

The insult doesn’t sting your ego like it should have. No, how could you have an ego when your life was on the line? You hang your coat next to the door, keeping your body at an angle to see him (as if it would make a difference, as if keeping him within your line of sight would make him any less dangerous). “A lot on my plate, that’s all.”

You hate how it sounds like an excuse. You were supposed to be one of GCPD’s best and brightest, a shining star in the midnight of Gotham City guiding the way to sunrise. You should be able to handle all of this... that’s what had been beaten into you, at least. 

“What if he catches on?”

You grit your teeth, yanking open your fridge door with more force than intended, “Then I guess it’s Arkham for you and me.”

Your perusing of your meager food supply comes to an abrupt stop when Riddler takes your shoulder and spins you, propelling your body off its axis and slamming you into the heavy fridge side. Before you can defend yourself, his elbow is pressing against your windpipe. He’s not applying enough pressure to break it (not even enough to cause you pain), but he could.

Edward Nashton, they’d said his name was. You’d tuned into the news the morning after the flood walls broke, a rapture outside your apartment, and thought he looked incredibly ordinary. In a city of demented clowns, he wasn’t supposed to be there. He looked too soft. There were no hard edges to his body even as it loomed well over the crowds of Gotham... except for his eyes, those omniscient eyes. 

You’re held in place by them more than his body. “Have you given up on salvation already, detective? And after all our progress! Why, it’d be a shame if you accepted defeat so soon.” 

The mocking lilt to his voice does irk you a bit. “What do you expect me to do, exactly?”

“Lie.”

“He’s too smart for that.”

“Lie better. Isn’t that what your precious Lieutenant taught you to do before I dropped him in the harbor?”

There weren’t a lot of things that could make you flinch. You prided yourself on that much. Your ironclad stomach was tested but rarely stirred, a product of growing up in Gotham. What the Riddler had done to the man who took you under his wing and made you the detective you were today was hardly any crueler than his other “punishments”. Still, finding his body suspended just above water, upper half still submerged from the drowning, had not been an easy image to digest. Had you been any less hardened, you might’ve emptied your stomach all over his Gone Fishin’! calling card.

You could still do so now just thinking about it. “Maybe I should give up, then.”

“You wouldn’t make it to prison. I’d kill you first.”

Good, you thought, put me out of my misery. If you said anything like that out loud though, you feared you’d give him better ideas. You could already think of one. “He’s too smart to beat. You of all people should know that.”

Riddler stares at you, long and hard. He’s so silent that you can’t even perceive the sound of his breathing, only the puffs of air warming your nose give away that he’s still alive. You’d meant to strike a nerve with that, maybe get him to rough you up so you could feel something again. 

To your shock, he has the opposite reaction.

Riddler grins and there’s no other way to describe it but a grin. It’s practically from ear to ear, stretched across his face until that soft, unremarkable quality of his turns sinister. “You got me there. But I got pretty close, didn’t I? I hate to admit when I’m shorthanded in a battle of wits but... I’ve really done some thinking since then. I was too narrow-minded. I put the Bat on a pedestal thinking that he and I were one and the same. In reality, he never had the gumption to do what you and I can do.”

“So what, I’m his replacement?”

“No, no, no, no, no. No. You are so much more that. I mean, you’re not perfect, but that’s what I’m here for. To refine you. You have the brains,” Riddler taps your temple with two fingers, featherlight in pressure, though you flinch all the same, “and the nerve to carry out our judgment. Because you’d like to make up for your sins. Right, detective? Wash all that blood from your hands?”

His last statement is emphasized by him releasing your throat and taking your wrists prisoner, his fingers wrapping so tightly around the bones that his touch could be imprinted into them. He takes them up to his mouth and breathes over your knuckles... the hot, wetness of his mouth makes you wriggle away, though his grip never relents. 

Riddler doesn’t often touch you, but when he does, you’re never prepared. A gentle touch or a threat? It makes you woozy trying to predict it. Exhausts you further.

You’re so exhausted that you go limp in his hold and he smiles again, letting your wrists go once you submit. It’s not about a show of physical strength with him. He tests your boundaries like this—the psychological ones—because one day, you think he’ll need you pliable enough to let him all the way in. You resisted much more fervently in the beginning... back when you thought you had a way out of this. Back when you used to only see yourself in your reflection.

Now, you know better. The fire isn’t out in you, but you worry the light grows dimmer everyday. “Are you planning to stay the night again?”

He looks up to the side and shrugs, walking out of the kitchen and into your living room. The lamp highlights how long his hair had gotten since Arkham, almost unrecognizable to the man you’d seen on TV. You note, annoyed, finally recognizing, that it’s damp too. The fucker had used your shower again. The more of himself he left around your apartment, the more entangled you became.

“Not all night. Just long enough to share the takeout I ordered for us. You really need to go grocery shopping, by the way.”

As if it wasn’t enough for him to leave pieces of himself on you, inside you. He’d consume you from everywhere and leave nothing left to be identified with except his imprint.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Jaeden Lieberher/Martell X afab!Reader

Synopsis: MC hadn't experienced happiness as often in recent years. The only sanctuary that she had was that one time she watched a movie and fell in love with the main character. And after a fateful meeting with that actor, reality finally dawned on her.

Word Count: 2,690

I groaned as the sun's rays invaded my room through the windows. I really hate it when the light shines down my closed eyes, it makes it harder to sleep. Though I know that I have to wake up and do my usual shit. I rubbed my eyes and tried to remove the sleep while I propped my elbows on the mattress to lift my upper body. I can hear the birds singing and the noisy people outside. It's just another usual day in my hometown. 

After stretching my body, I got off the bed. I went over to my closet to pick my clothes for today which were white, long-sleeved, off-shoulder, cropped top with a black bunny design, a black sleeveless shirt underneath it, a high-waist, black, flared skirt, and lastly, black heels. I planned on eating breakfast outside since I'm too lazy to make something to eat for today. My parents are very busy this week and are barely home. I didn't let it get to me though, considering how distant I am from them, I'm already used to being alone most of the time. 

I closed my closet and with the clothes in my arms, I went to the bath to do my usual stuff. After 30 minutes of preparation, I then went out of my house and walked towards the nearest Starbucks in town. My eyes scanned over my usual surroundings and admired nature. Every time I decided to take a walk outside, I always brought my journal and sketchbook. It is my only way to escape from reality, after all.

A sigh escaped my lips as I slowed my steps, letting my gaze fall onto the concrete sidewalk. I don't usually let loneliness get to me, but there are really times that I can't help but feel depressed. I let my mind wander off for a bit as I continued my walk down the town, my legs automatically moved to where Starbucks is. I was pretty sure that I was nearing the cafe so I returned my gaze up, only to have my eyes widen in shock.

I am utterly surprised by what I saw — or rather, who I saw. That brown hair. Those green eyes. He is here. Exiting the same Starbucks that I was about to go in. Unconsciously, my feet dragged my body towards him. He was about to leave and I practically ran towards him.

"Excuse me," I gently tapped the male on his shoulder.

The boy turned around to look at me. Shit, he is too handsome. I saw that he was surprised but nevertheless smiled at me.

"Hi, what can I help you with?"

Honestly speaking, I can't believe why I haven't fainted yet. My heart was rapidly beating against my ribcage, my face was flushed due to nervousness and I could feel my whole body heating up. You could even say that I'm blushing right now. I mean, who wouldn't? The one and only Jaeden Lieberher is here, standing in front of my very eyes. His gentle smile sent butterflies fluttering in the pits of my stomach and I could literally melt from his gaze.

"U-um..."

Shit. I can't believe I stuttered in front of my idol.

"You're Jaeden Lieberher, right?" I asked, even though I already knew it.

Call me crazy but I just wanted to make sure my crush and idol was really standing in front of me, not just any person looking similar to him.

Jaeden nodded. Thank god it's really him.

"Um... I'm a fan and I was wondering if I could have a picture with you?" I let my gaze downwards, feeling embarrassed to even ask him such a request.

I was pretty sure that he would decline my request. I mean, he is a famous actor and thousands of thousands of fans out there also want to take a picture with him. A lot of people wanted to meet their favorite idols in real life and I am lucky enough to be able to spot him here in my hometown. Even though it is just a simple request, I'm pretty sure that he is too busy to fulfill my stupid request.

Ugh! I'm so annoyed with myself! Geez, [Name]! You're already lucky to even spot Jaeden in your hometown, yet you still took the liberty to disturb him in his daily life. He has better things to do rather than entertain you, you stupid! I was so busy reprimanding myself that I didn't realize that Jaeden was speaking to me. I snapped out of my short trance and glanced back at him, my cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

"Huh? I'm sorry, can you repeat what you said?" I feel so awkward. If Jaeden wasn't here I would face-palm due to my stupidity.

The brunette just chuckled. "I said, sure. I won't mind having a picture with you."

My heart skipped a beat yet again. I can feel myself smiling a bit despite being in such a confounded state. My hand instantly fished out my phone from my small sling bag. I opened the device and switched to the camera. While I held the phone up, Jaeden scooted a bit at my side, making our arms brush against each other. This unexpected outcome made me even more flustered. And that's not all! Jaeden offered to take the picture instead!

I pursed my lips, trying to fight the urge to hug the boy and calm myself down. I know that I'm being a bit unsettled, but who wouldn't be when in the presence of their favorite idol? Anyways, Jaeden lifted the phone up and adjusted himself so that we could fit in the screen properly. He rested his hand on my other shoulder as he neared his face to mine, our cheeks almost touching. I tried to contain my huge smile and retain a calm exterior, despite having internal chaos within me.

I clenched my heart, hoping that it would somehow make my heartbeat slow down. After three consecutive shots, Jaeden returned my phone and I instantly thanked him for fulfilling my request. Even though I knew that this meeting was purely coincidental, I still believed that it was fate that made us meet.

I scanned the pictures Jaeden took and a smile etched on my face. "These photos are great... Thanks again."

"It's no problem."

Though, as soon as he said that, my smile turned into a frown. I can't help but think about today. Sure, I meet my idol and have a picture with him. A part of me says that this interaction is enough, however, the other argues that I should spend more time with him. You know, cherish the moment. After all, don't let an opportunity slip past you. If you don't take the chances given to you, it might never return and you might regret it.

I stood there for a while, staring at the screen and clenching my sketchpad with my other hand. I can see my reflection through the glass screen. My eyes contained sadness that I never once knew I had. My lips sported that same frown I always wear every day. It just... hurts.

"Hey," a soft voice broke my trance.

"Huh?" I whipped my head back to the speaker, and surprisingly, it was still Jaeden.

I thought that he would leave by now. But recalling our last conversation, I really didn't bid him goodbye. He must've waited for me to say it so he could go. Though I thought he would be the one to initiate that, especially if he's busy and wanted to avoid another fan. Maybe he's too shy to do so, who knows...

"I realized that you were holding a sketchbook earlier. If you want, I can give you an autograph," he offered, sending me a shy smile as he scratched his temple a bit.

Jaeden really does melt my heart. Not only he was good-looking and talented, but he also had a sweet personality. This is one reason why I started to admire the boy.

I nodded to his reply, handing him the sketchbook in my right hand. My eyes watched as the brunette opened the pages and stopped at a blank one. He got out a black marker from his pocket and started writing his autograph. As I waited, my eyes were subconsciously stealing glances at the boy. I can't help it. He's just... something.

"Here you go," the male handed me back the sketchbook.

I smiled. "Thanks again, Jaeden. It's really kind of you to offer an autograph and answer my humble request. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," he returned the smile with his own. "It's nice meeting you here. I hope your day will be great. I'll be going now. Goodbye."

"Bye," I waved as the figure of my idol walked away.

I remained in my spot. My hand clenched the sketchbook on my quick beating heart which eventually slowed down. My whole face was regaining back its normal color and my temperature wasn't that warm anymore. My eyes were glued to the direction Jaeden left. Another minute had passed and I let out a tired sigh.

I scolded myself for wasting my time outside the cafe and decided to return back to the routine. The bells chimed as I entered Starbucks. The female behind the cashier greeted me and even told me a great job. I just politely smiled at her. I knew that she was observing us from the inside. It was kind of awkward when I realized it. But nevertheless, what is done is done. I can't contemplate it any longer.

I went to the counter and ordered my usual breakfast, paid for it, and seated myself next to the windows. I placed my sketchpad down and fished out my journal from my bag. My eyes scanned the cover, glossing over the leather with my favorite color in it. With a defeated sigh, I opened the journal. I’ve gone through each written page, each containing my thoughts, troubles, and desperation.

Desperation is mostly brought by my secluded fantasy for a specific male. I was never a fan of any idols, to be honest, however, Jaeden was the only exception. There was something about that boy that drove me crazy. It’s funny, actually, since I’ve only seen him two times. The first was in the movie The Book of Henry and the second was the best-selling movie IT. Other than that, I’ve never seen him almost anywhere. And ever since watching those movies, I’ve started to gain interest in him.

“Ugh…” an annoyed groan escaped my lips. I clicked my tongue in annoyance and slowly brought my head down on the wooden table, closing my eyes as I did so. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Here’s your order, miss,” I heard the clank of a cup against the table followed by a plate.

I quickly regained my composure and smiled at the same lady from earlier before she went back to her spot behind the counter. Maybe some nice beverage would calm my nerves down. I picked the cup up and put it in front of my lips. With a few air blows on the hot liquid, I took a sip from it. I felt the liquid travel down my throat and it calmed me down. After placing the cup back on the saucer, I proceeded to write down today’s journal entry.

March 13, 20xx

When was the last time I felt happy? I actually can’t remember anymore… With this life of mine, there was nothing else really happening. Everything is just monotonous. My routine, my environment, my school… heck! I can’t even seem to remember when I last bonded with my parents! They were always so busy with their work that they completely forgot about me. I don’t know anymore. I’m not particularly sad, I’m just…what do you call it? Yeah, right. Empty. It’s like there was something incomplete in my life. There was no excitement, no sparks. This had gone on for many years now, and I would admit that I was used to it.

I smiled bitterly at the memories of when I was always alone at home, my parents rarely came home for dinner or family time together. It was just only me in our house. Nothing more.

However, despite the darkness, there was light. It was dim and distant, but still… it’s light. After many years, I felt somehow…alive. Hopeful. Call me stupid, but… he was my hope. I found sanctuary in Jaeden. I know that I’ve only seen him in movies, but still…! Ugh! Explaining my feelings before wasn’t that difficult. Why is it difficult to express myself now?! Of all times, why now? Ugh… anyways…

My lips were pursed together in annoyance. I paused for a while, letting my pen down on the paper. My feelings were completely jumbled. I don't want to continue writing like an idiot without any proper idea after all. I took a moment to observe the surroundings outside before continuing on. It works for me to think straight.

Jaeden…he… He’s kind and friendly, albeit shy. I felt like I was in a whole new world when I was with him. Meeting him was fate. I wouldn’t admit that it was just a coincidence. No. I wouldn’t accept that. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast when speaking to him. My body was sweating bullets when near him. My face was blushing when we were seeing eye to eye. It was just…wonderful. It was like I was in a fantasy. My fantasy.

Not only that, when I first saw him, I felt like I had a purpose in life. His acting skills inspired me. It was like I was drawn to him. I know that I’m a loner and only good at drawing, but…it doesn’t hurt to try…right? After watching him in movies and observing him on his blogs, I had this sudden urge to experience being with him. He had made friends. Great friends. While I… I’m just a loner. Whenever I think about him, my life seems to become better. My spirits were lifted like he was the cure. 

I didn't realize the smile etched on my face as I wrote this. 

I was so ecstatic that I didn’t want to wake up. It felt like a dream. A wondrous dream. But…dreams don’t last. Just like always, we have to wake up. Despite having him as an inspiration, my insecurities are still killing me. I had no talent for acting. I’m not good with people. I am shy. I am awkward. I’m…. helpless. Just by looking at us, the answer was very obvious.

Though, as soon as it was, my smile transformed again into a frown. 

There is no way for me to stand in the same podium as he is. I have no rights. I’m just a petty commoner. He’s a great actor. I have no friends. He had tons. I am talent-less. He is brilliant. And so on and so forth. The differences are just many. Our gap is too big. While he shines in the light, I am here, watching him from the darkness. He is so far away that all I can do is look up to him. I can’t seem to reach him at all.

I let out a defeated sigh, pausing for a bit. I twirled the pen in between my fingers as I let my gaze fall onto the scenery outside. It was such a wonderful day today. The skies were blue, there were some white, fluffy clouds drifting through the horizon, the trees were swaying softly, the fallen leaves were floating, and the citizens were going on their daily tasks. My eyes gradually softened and tears quietly cascaded down my cheeks.

Maybe it’s better if I should give up… After all, we live in opposite worlds.