#literally took my breath away like i tried very hard not to stare at her like an idiot cause at the end of the day she’s just a stranger

[roaringroa]

just saw the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life like 10 minutes ago i am literally still shaking and i didn’t even interact with her

[rvp32]

Plot idea: Mina being a good best friend, comforts you in unconventional ways after a 10-year relationship break-up.

Mina being a good best friend, comforts you in unconventional ways after a 10-year relationship break-up.

“Mina!!” You said as soon as she picked up your call, you were heartbroken that your girlfriend of 10 years broke up with you.

“She broke up with you didn’t she?” Mina asked, realizing why you called her at such an ungodly hour. 

“Yes, she did and she told me that I was literally the worst boyfriend ever and that I should ever because I am too broke and can’t buy her the things she wants,” You complained, tears threatening to spill out. 

“Fine say where you are, I am coming to pick you up,” Mina said. 

Mina is your best friend someone who you have known since your childhood, both of you are close but sadly didn’t get to spend much time with each other because Mina is a busy K-pop idol. 

Soon Mina arrived, with her Aston Martin DB11. It was a car fitting of her status. She lowered the window and said, “Get in.”

Tears escaped your eyes after you got into the car but you tried your best not to cry. 

“Hey, it's okay, let it all out I am right here for you,” Mina said trying to comfort you and it did because you knew that you could always talk to her and get an objective opinion from her.

“Let’s head back to my place and talk,” Mina said before she started driving. 

“Thank you, Mina!” you said as you wiped your tears. 

Soon you both reached Mina’s apartment, which was in the middle of Seongsu. Following her up the elevator, no matter how many times you see her apartment it still surprises you. It was a penthouse apartment, filled with completed and uncompleted legos, and it was very well maintained not a single speck of dust visible. 

“Come, sit down,” Mina said tapping the spot beside her on the couch. After you sit down, Mina pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back as a way to console you. 

You tell Mina about all the things she said and how rude she was, denouncing everything that you had ever done for her. Throughout all that, Mina continued to hold your hand and rub it to show that she is there for you and that she is willing to listen. 

After letting it all out, Mina suggested that you guys watch a movie and eat ice cream, which was according to her the best way to get over a breakup.

Weirdly enough, Mina chose a romance movie to play, especially after what you just told her, but you didn’t exactly mind because it was one of your favorite movies. 

There was a romantic kiss scene in the movie, feeling a little awkward to continue watching you turned to look at what Mina was doing only to find her staring at you. 

“You know Y/N, there is another way that you can use to get over a breakup fast,” Mina said before moving closer to you, your bodies now touching each other.

You didn’t move, though you wanted to your body just wouldn’t stop Mina from coming closer to you. Both your faces were so close that you could feel her breath on your lips. Without any warning she kisses you, the kiss is filled with lust, tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths, lips moving in perfect harmony. 

This kiss wasn’t like any of the other ones, it was electrifying and addicting. You feel Mina push you down onto the couch without breaking apart from the kiss. The room heated up, and you could feel yourself get hard, because of the way Mina was moving.

“Mina, what are you doing?” you question, after barely pulling away from her. 

“Shh, I know you are enjoying this, just forget about everything else and just pay attention to me,” Mina says, and she kisses you again. 

Following what she said you gave into the lust that you were currently feeling. When a pretty girl such as Mina tells you to do something you do it, no questions asked. 

The lust was getting to her head, she pulled away from the kiss took off her shirt, and ripped yours off your body. Mina looked ethereal, her perfectly sculpted abs, and her perky little tits in a black lace bra. 

Not wasting even a second more, you grab onto Mina’s boobs and squeeze them a little before reaching around and unclasping her bra. Mina enjoyed every single touch of yours, she continued to grind on your cock which was now hard and poking through your shorts. 

“Fuck, you have such beautiful breasts, Mina,” you compliment her as you play with and flick her hard nipples. 

“Ngh,” Mina moans. 

“Y/N I need you,” Mina manages to say in between her moans. 

You could no longer wait as well, you wanted to get a taste of her. Mina is just as impatient as you pulling your pants down along with your underwear. Your hard member pops out standing in all its glory. 

“Oh wow,” Mina says before putting your cock in her mouth and sucking it. Her tongue dancing teasing and playing with your cock inside her mouth, it was the best blow job that you had ever received. 

“Ngh fuck Mina that feels so good,” you moan as you push her head down further into your cock. 

Mina continues to suck your cock, fast and deep, playing with the head using her tongue. It was too stimulating. 

“S-shit I’m going to cum!!” You moan, but to your dismay, Mina stops completely, taking her cock out of her mouth. 

“Now now, the night is still young and I need a lot more from you,” Mina says, it was a side of her that you never thought you would see but turned you on like no other. 

She placed herself just above your cock, your tip just about grazing Mina’s drenched pussy. She was teasing you and you could do nothing but take it. 

“M-Mina please, can you put it inside please,” You ask, pleading and hoping that she will do it soon, before you lose control. 

“Aww, someone is a needy boy,” Mina says before slowly impaling herself on your cock. 

Fuck, her pussy was a lot tighter than you had ever imagined. “FUCK! Mina you are so tight,” you groan. 

“I can’t believe that I waited this long, I should have done this sooner fuck. Your cock is stretching me out so fucking good,” Mina moaned as she finally reached the bottom of your cock. 

Mina bounced on your cock like there is no tomorrow, looking at her cute tits bounce made you want to grab them, you pulled Mina into a kiss as she continued to ride you. 

The way that her pussy was gripping onto your cock was like it was made to take your cock it was a perfect fit, and you were hitting spots that Mina didn’t know existed. She moaned into your mouth as you kissed her. 

Pulling away from the kiss, you put Mina’s right breast into your mouth, sucking it and playing with the nipple. She must have sensitive nipples because her pussy pulsed every time you nibbled at her nipple. 

“Fuck, Keep doing that I’m going to cum,” Mina warns and you oblige, nibbling at her nipple and using your other hand to pinch her free nipple. 

“Oh Fuck, I’m cumming, I am cumming on your cock! Ah,” Mina moaned before she lifted herself off your cock and squirted it all over your stomach, some of it even getting in your mouth which you didn’t mind, it just made you wish more had gotten in because of how tasty it was. 

As soon as Mina recovers a little from her orgasm she pushes your dick back into her and rides you again, this time her movements more sloppy, almost like she was chasing another orgasm. 

“Fuck Mina, I’m gonna cum,” you warn, trying to hold on as much as possible. 

“Yes! Just cum inside, I wanna feel your warm cum inside of me,” Mina screams, after getting her permission, you hold Mina’s hips and start moving her to your pace. 

“Holy fuck, Yes! Yes! Yes!” Mina screams. “Just like that fuck, paint my pussy white, cum deep inside by my pussy please I need it! I need it so fucking bad!” 

“Ngh,” you moan and cum inside Mina, feeling your warm cum shoot into her pussy Mina’s 2nd orgasm soon follows yours

Mina gets off you, your cum slowly dripping from her pussy. She’s lying on top of you still recovering from your session. 

After a few minutes, you break the silence to finally address the elephant in the room, “Mina, we should talk about what just happened.”

“Shh, we can talk about it tomorrow. I am too tired now,” Mina says before putting her head on your chest and closing her eyes. 

You soon followed suit and fell asleep with Mina on top of you.  

Still in between sleep and consciousness, you heard Mina talk to herself, “That was money well spent, that bitch never deserved you, after all, she left you for a meer 100k, Nobody can have you, you belong to me, and only me! My precious baby.  

if you guys like this type of stories then keep sending me more asks like this and I can keep writing these kind of short fics

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hi, I have a request if you don't mind...

Any of the batboys [Or poly with all of them ;)] with an ultra-feminine Reader, with a filthy *wink* *wink* mouth.

She is very into dresses, makeup, dressing up and everything that is considered 'girly', and their mate just thinks she will be all soft and innocent too, how most guys think "Just how females are supposed to be" (Obv, not the bat boys cause they love their women all loud and powerful)

But she literally has the wildest, dirtiest, most unhinged thoughts and just says them without a second thought

and the first time it happens, during IC dinner, she says a string of swears or just says the most sexual thing to her mate and everyone in the IC eyes them and Nesta/Elain (who was a little cold to her for whatever reason) just goes "Ok I was wrong, I love this bitch"

Dirty mouth.

Azriel x f!Reader

Warnings; SWEARING :') , suggestive

Masterlist.

Hello I really hope this is what you had in mind! I had so much fun writing this! If you don't like it you can always ask me to rewrite it I won't get offended. Hope you enjoy it! <3

When you first met Azriel, and the bond snapped you felt like the luckiest female in the world. The shadowsinger was the best mate someone could wish for, he treated you like a queen and even though it had only been six months since you accepted the bond, you felt like you knew everything about him.

You couldn’t say the same for him though since you decided to keep your bolder personality hidden not wanting to scare him away. Azriel only saw a female who cared about clothes and shopping with her friends, he told you how sweet and delicate you are multiple times and always tried to be soft in bed. At first you enjoyed all the protectiveness and affection but as the months passed you decided to stop overthinking before you spoke and let Azriel see who you really are.

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“You should try these cookies, I got them from the new bakery” Feyre exclaimed and placed a big box on the dining table.

You were in the dining room at the house of wind with the inner circle, Azriel was sitting next to you with one protective wing wrapped around you.

Everyone took a cookie, including your mate who took a bite and let a soft moan.

“What was that?” Cassian chuckled.

“Oh he really likes it, that's the noise he makes when I suck his cock” you giggled.

Azriel choked on the cookie, Rhysand and Cassian gaped at you and the girls burst into laughter. You quirked a brow at Nesta who always gave you a hard time and she winked.

“What did you say?” Azriel asked when he stopped choking.

“That’s how you moan when I suck your cock just before you finish in my thro…” he covered your mouth with his palm and stared at you wide-eyed.

Nesta went hysteric and shouted, “okay I love you”.

That was the first time Azriel saw your true self and as the days passed and you made more comments like that and started cursing too his whole attitude changed and he finally started treating you like he wasn’t afraid of breaking you.

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You were in a meeting with the inner circle and Eris to find a way to kill Beron, the Autumn heir though kept making offensive comments to your mate and you could feel your patience running thin.

“How does it feel to be touched by those disgusting hands?” Eris asked you and silence filled the room.

“Most of the times I squirt” you replied with a smirk. Eris frowned while Azriel’s breath hitched.

“What happened lordling? Cat got your tongue, or you just can’t process the fact that the shadowsinger fucks better than you?” you teased him and got up.

You grabbed the Truth-Teller from your mate and approached Eris.

“Do you know how many times he has fucked me with this?” you asked and touched the tip of the dagger on his cheek. Rhys tensed but Cassian grabbed his shoulder with a proud look.

Azriel’s face flushed, and he gaped at the scene in front of him.

“Do you want to have the honor to feel this inside you too?” you asked, and he shook his head, his face paled.

“Then I suggest shutting your fucking mouth before I sew it.” You growled and walked back to your mate.

The meeting finished after a while and Azriel cupped your jaw staring deep in your eyes

“You never fail to amaze me” he mumbled and kissed you “but to be honest you are scaring me a bit” he continued and smiled.

“And you haven’t seen all of me yet” you replied and pecked his nose before exiting the office, leaving a very worried shadowsinger inside.

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The next time it happened you were having a game night with your friends, you and Azriel were winning but Cassian and Nesta were close behind only two points away.

“You have 7 red” Nesta said.

“Siphons” Cassian exclaimed.

“Oh and Azriel’s siphons are..”

“Blue”

“Time!” Feyre said.

“It’s a tie” Rhysand announced.

“Oh come on those were so easy like asking him what his name is” you protested and Azriel chuckled.

“No I’m just better than you” Cassian teased you.

“Oh fuck off brute” you scoffed, Azriel spat his wine and stared at you.

“Seriously you have to warn me before you do that.” He mumbled and grabbed a napkin.

“Does it hurt to share the victory you little bitch?” Cassian smirked.

“Does it hurt to know that your mate fakes it every night?” Cassian turned to Nesta who was laughing uncontrollably.

“You’re a cocksucker” He shouted and winked to show that he was just messing with you.

“And a good one, ask Azriel” your mate shook his head and glanced at Feyre who was covering Nyx' ears.

After a small fist fight with Cassian, you both burst into laughter and hugged.

“You act like babies” Rhysand spoke. “Shut up” you and Cassian said simultaneously making the high lord lean his head back with a desperate look on his face.

“Okay I think you had enough wine for tonight my little cocksucker” Azriel teased and grabbed your shoulders “Let’s get you in bed”.

“I will show you how good I am” you winked and let him guide you into your shared bedroom ignoring Cassian’s gags.

After a while Azriel got used to your dirty mouth and the way you threatened whoever disrespected him and actually enjoyed it. He felt good having someone to protect him for a change and fight his battles. A few months later he noticed that he started cursing more and was horrified when he realized that he was acting like you, later he started making vulgar comments too and everyone groaned “Now we have two of them”. You had never felt prouder for your mate.

[starlightandfairies]

Hiiii I hope you don’t mind me requesting again! I love the one you did for me! It made me incredibly happy.

May I request a Lorenzo St. John x female reader? This time I was thinking of a lot of fluff and hurt/comfort? If that’s okay of course. Again, human reader please. This time reader is very stubborn and always acts tough. She dislikes supernaturals a lot. She’s friends with Elena and her group.

One day reader gets kidnapped and threatened by an enemy vampire if the Salvatore’s. The brothers save her, but once she gets home she starts to panic and cry because she’s had enough and doesn’t know if she can take anymore of the supernatural drama. But Enzo stops by her house to ask for a favor and the reader acts like she’s fine but it’s obvious she’s been crying and he tries to comfort her, despite her not liking him much.

Ahhh sorry this is long again! I just have so many ideas….um ignore this if it’s too much. I hope you have a wonderful full day and night!!

Description: The reader is kidnapped by an old enemy of the Salvatores and as tries to pretend that everything is okay but fails at doing so.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

I honestly got so excited when you requested Enzo! Thank you for requesting again and yay! I'm so happy the other one made you happy. I'm glad! I'm honestly not happy about how this one turned out but I hope you still enjoy it regardless.

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,358

First Person's POV

Once I turned 18 I promised I would leave Mystic Falls for good. This town is a goddamn beacon for chaos and danger. I wouldn't even be surprised if a hole to the end of the world opened right in the centre of town. One thing I hated more than maths was the supernatural beings that thought the world revolved around them. Of course, I loved Caroline, Bonnie and Elena. I tolerated Stefan and Damon but the others... the others it depended on who they were and what they've done. I tried my best to stay away from the chaos that the group got themselves into, sometimes it was relatively easy and other times it was damn hard. 

Every day I make a bet with myself about if it's gonna be an easy day or a damn hard day. I made a bet that it'll be a damn hard day. I don't know what gave me that feeling, it was just that uneasy feeling when I woke up this morning and considering that the Salvatores had been kidnapped and beaten the last few days, I just assumed that the streak of unpleasantness would continue. 

Heading towards the town square, I stood, waiting for the girls to show up, putting myself on edge due to the sudden paranoia that someone would be out to get me. 

I don't know how it happened, or when it happened but I woke up, tied up and sitting on a mattress laid across the ground. I refused to cry, I would not let myself be seen as weak and give whatever asshole decided to use me as fish bait. 

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/n..." I stared angrily at the figure, recognising the person as a Traveller, I rolled my eyes and stared at the figure flabbergasted as he slapped me. 

"I need the Salvatores to come here, I see them with you, so here we are," I grunted through the rag, groaning as he pulled it from my mouth and went to speak but was literally hushed by the twit. He put his damn finger on my lips with a tut to silence me. 

"Listen here... I don't care about how you want to run your damn mouth, I don't have the time, all I care about is bringing the Salvatores here and following the plan." 

"And that would be?" 

"Noneya." 

"Oh, how mature," I muttered, hissing in pain as his fist collided with my face, I took another breath and smiled at the man showing that I didn't care and that it didn't faze me at all. I grunted as he shoved the rag back in and proceeded to pace the room. I couldn't help but flinch as the door slammed open and within the blink of an eye the Salvatores easily dealt with the guy and the adrenaline seemed to take away my thought processing and I ended up back home without really realising it. 

I took a shower, got into my pyjamas, plopped down on the couch and that's when it all came out. I could feel my hands begin to shake, a tightness in my chest formed that made it hard to breathe. The tears came cascading down, the whole room seemed to spin and I couldn't stop my sobs from escaping. I do not want to go through that again, I do not want to be kidnapped and hurt. I can't go through that, this is all too much, maybe I should just move away? Get away from the town of death and suffering. 

I couldn't tell you how long I had been crying for, I couldn't even tell you how the panic attack stopped or if it even stopped. I was sitting in a pool of tissues, I had already nearly gone through an entire box, I don't think I've cried this much before, I can't think of a time when the pain has been this bad. 

I jumped hearing a knock on my door, I quickly and roughly rubbed my eyes doing my best to make the tears go away and hope that whoever it was wouldn't need anything from me. I forced a smile to my lips as I opened the door, surprised to see the lovely Enzo there, he was a vampire I liked and I will admit there are times when I prefer him over the Salvatores but also just like most of the supernatural my tolerance normally ran low. 

"Enzo- hi."

"Hello, gorgeous... listen I need a favour-" The vampire cut himself off, he glanced around to the living area and then back at me. I did my best to keep smiling, not wanting to let my guard down. 

"Gorgeous, what's going on?" 

"I'm fine Enzo, listen I've got a busy day tomorrow and as much as I'm sure the favour cannot wait I cannot help you today." I tried closing the door on him, groaning as he easily stopped it and slipped into my home. I bit the inside of my cheek, finding it harder and harder to continue pretending that I was okay. 

"You've been crying..." 

"N-no I haven't. I said I am fine." I tried to make my words more pointed, hoping he'll truly believe that I was 'fine' but Enzo is smart and it was clear that my bullshit lies weren't enough to convince him. 

"Talk to me, please." I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head, the tears inevitably coming, I could feel my lips quivering and my body shake as the sobs escaped my lips. I could feel Enzo leading me to the couch, he brushed away the tissues and sat beside me. 

"Y/n... what's going on? What happened." 

"I- one of the travellers took me and used me as bait to draw in the Salvatores... I can't deal with the supernatural any longer... I don't want to go through that again. This- this anxiety, I can't... I won't go through that again. I'm so scared Enzo, I can't keep pretending that I'm fine because everyone looks to me because they think I'm tough but the truth is-" I let out a sob that would prevent me from going on any further without struggling to voice my concerns. I shook my head, angry with myself for blubbering in front of Enzo. 

I felt him wrap an arm around me, he lightly rubbed my shoulder, against all my wishes, I let myself curl against him. At that moment I didn't care about who was comforting me, all I cared about was seeking someone who would offer me the comfort I clearly needed. 

"I can make it easier for you- I can... if you're comfortable, I can compel you... I can make it go away." I considered, that maybe it would make it easier to just disappear... make it easier to get away from all of this. I was about to allow him to do that but then I thought of Bonnie and Caroline and Elena... I couldn't do that to them. 

"N-no, no. Thank you." 

"If you ever change your mind... I know we aren't close, I think you don't like me at all but I'll make it go away. If you ever want." I took a few deep breaths, nodding and appreciating that Enzo would do this for me even after knowing that I wasn't his biggest fan. 

"I don't not not like you but- it's not important right now." 

"You know, you know gorgeous... I still think you are pretty tough, you know it's okay to cry and it's okay be worired." It felt reassuring to know that, I never wanted to let anyone down and I wanted them to know that I am strong and I am tough. That these things won't bother me or effect me.

"Means a lot to me."

[wosoluver]

Trying hard

Andrea Medina x Teammate!reader

TW: suggestive content

Andrea Medina Masterlist

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"Why are the both of you fighting so hard to hate eachother?" - Asked Lola.

No one on the team understood where all that came from. And seemingly not even you or Andrea seemed to know.

"She started it."

You were all doing warm ups in training

"Literally when?" - Lola insisted knowing her friend very well. And Andrea just huffed at her.

You were new on the team, arrived in the beginning of the season. You were a forward, she was a defender, you naturally clashed a lot during trainings.

But still there was never an event to cause your constant bickering at each other.

"Everyone dividing into teams." - Yelled the coach.

As usual the two of you were in opposite sides. But twenty minutes in Medina started to get frustrated. She couldn't manage to stop your attacks, that led her to commit a bunch of fouls, this one had been particularly hard.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" - you screamed out as you got up. You were in pain but in the moment you saw red. And you pushed her back. - "You aways pull this shit! Try to learn how to manage your anger issues. It's not my fault you suck at your job."

And that's all it took for her to stand up and try to start a physical fight.

But thankfully you were separated by your teammates.

"You two are staying late as punishment." - That's the only thing coach said before starting the game once again. You stayed on the sidelines trying to cool down.

You couldn't help but watch her every move. How the sweat glistened over her muscles as she gave her all on the pitch.

"Alright we're done for the day. Not you, Medina and Y/L/N, you two are working on your 1 v 1 and if you start another fight we'll have a problem."

"Fuck!" - You let out under your breath.

You grabbed the ball closest to you.

You two did some drills, but when you tried to pass her once again she pulled you down, but you managed to trip her with your legs, and soon she was on the ground too.

"Your not gonna yell at me?" - she asked.

"I'm too tired for that." -

"Why do you do it?"

"You're the one who keeps attacking me! But I apologize for saying your not good at your job. You're actually pretty skilled."

"Yeah, just not enough to stop you."

You looked over at her watching how the sun made her eyes look, their prettiest.

"Sorry for being harsh, I just- it's frustrating."

You got up and offered her a hand up in the process, which she took.

"Let's go."

You both went into the locker room, and went straight to shower. But she accidentally slipped on the wet floor right in front of you, taking you down with her.

"This one was not intentional I swear!"

"I'm so going to get bruised." - you said trying to help each other up. But failing miserably. But taking the situation in comically.

When you two finally managed getting up, you finished showing and getting changed.

"Can you give me a ride home? I came with Lola this morning."

"You'll owe me one."

"Fine."

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Next day everyone was shocked when the two of you started joking around.

"Oye, I'll go easy on you today!"

"No, you can't!"

You left for the gym, as Andrea stayed behind.

"I knew it!" - Said Lola.

"Knew what?"

"You two liked each other deep down."

The younger girl only rolled back her eyes. Leaving the room. She didn't want to admit to anything.

She stared at you the whole day. Now that she couldn't blame it on the hate, she realized that maybe those feelings she had, were more than frustration. It was a mix of admiration and longing. It felt somewhat like a crush. And the realization made her cheeks red.

"Y/N! Can you stay and train with me for a little longer?"

"Yeah of course."

Lola simply looked suspiciously at her friend. - "Don't you need me to give you a ride home?"

"Y/N can take me."

"Okay." - She didn't want to insist too much. But she knew something was up.

After spending another hour training you decided to call it a day. Heading inside.

"You're doing better at blocking me."

"You're still winning though."

"Give it some time, you'll get there."

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That week during the derby, between the team and Real Madrid. You were being ferociously taken down. Probably for the same reason as aways. But that was working you up, and Andrea as well. Even if she wasn't personally getting hurt.

But when they took Wifi down, as she was about to enter the penalty area, Andrea was so annoyed, she started running from the other side of the pitch to start a fight with Oihane. But before she could you intercepted her, pulling her away the best you could.

"Hey, stop if you get another card, you're out of the game."

"I don't care!"

"Well, I'm not letting you."

"You can't boss me around like you do to everyone else!"

You thought you were past this stage of fighting for no reason. She thought so too, but right now she couldn't deal with the pressure of the game, her hot headed need to bite back and the way your arms held her back with force against yourself.

Once the game was over and you were ready to leave, you walked towards the car without saying goodbye to anyone.

But unfortunately Andrea was able to catch up with you.

"I'm really sorry."

"I thought we were on good terms!"

"I can explain, can we please get into the car?"

"I'm not giving you a ride."

"I'm not asking for one. I just want to talk privately."

You huffed as you unlocked the doors.

You both sat respectively in your seats. You waited for her to start talking.

"My head was spinning out of control. The way they were making so many fouls, and we were struggling to keep up, was getting to me and when you held me back in your arms, I just exploded."

"You keep throwing your frustrations on me again and again."

"I know, but I've been trying to fix it, since I realized where they came from."

"Which is what? Your anger issues?"

"I don't have anger issues, it's you!"

"I don't have any anger issues!"

"No, I mean I have a crush on you.

That's what has bothered me from the start!"

By now you just stared at her, mouth agape.

"You're not going to say anything?"

But before she had barely ended her sentence, you kissed her passionately. This led her to pull you from the driver's seat to seat on her lap. And when you pulled away to breathe, she decided to pull you to the backseat to blow off all the steam you had build up during the game.

And you thanked god you were parked so far from everyone else that day.

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[cynarisgayass]

𓍊𓋼~Letting the impulsive thoughts win~𓋼𓍊

Type: Short oneshots

Description: Sorry for lack of posts, 4th of July put a stop on my schedule (which I hate sm) but anyways this is letting the impulsive thoughts win with genshin characters. Like wanting to throw whip cream at someone or boop them idfk.

Rating: Fluff/funny

Reader: GN, slight autism/adhd vibes

Includes: Wanderer/ Xiao

Wanderer:

It was calling to you, begging you, tempting you with it's white soft texture...(Don't be a perv ;)

Whip cream...covering the top of the pie you'd just bought, it smelled amazing and looked even better...but the thought of gently smashing into Wanderers face was literally eating at your being. Plus the counter was clean, you could literally still eat it if you wanted to so it wouldn't really be a waste..."No. No you can't, you can't."

"Can't what?"

You jumped at the sudden voice behind you...when had he walked in? Was he onto you... "Wanderer! Haha, I was just telling myself I can't eat the whole thing in one sitting. That's all, nothing else!"

He looked at you annoyed, like he knew you were up to something but not exactly what it was. "Hmm, I still don't understand how you can eat it. It's disgustingly sweet." He stepped closer to the counter, standing right, over, the pie, scowling at it.

You couldn't take it anymore, fate had laid it out all perfect for you. Your hand slipped under the pie and before he even had the chance to move you smooshed it in his face, whip cream covering all his features, dripping down his chin as you set the mostly empty crust aside.

He couldn't even react, he was so shocked and that was to funny for you, you started laughing hysterically, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to apologise. "I-im so sorry! Hahaha I couldnt- you stepped Infront- I'm sorry! Bahahaha!"

He took a deep breath and sighed, for a second you were worried he was genuinely angry, but he wouldn't be with you if he couldn't handle your impulsive thoughts. He held up the crust and scooped out what was left, "Your actions have consequences..."

You wiped a tear away and looked at him confused, "Huh?-AH!"

He mushed the pie filling on the top of your head, swirling it with your hairs as you squealed in dismay.

Xiao:

You giggled in excitement as Xiao helped you tie up your kite. You'd made it yourself, using all the Yakshas as your inspiration and even better was as you made it he told you stories of them. You could tell it was a little hard for him at first, but once he started talking about the happier stories he loosened up. This one he was telling now seemed to especially resonate with him.

"They were always playing tricks, using ink to draw on my face and introducing me to people, but giving me the wrong name. Bonanus, she was usually far less embarrassing with her pranks...actually you remind me of her in that way."

You blushed lightly, "I do?"

"Yes. She would often try and find ways to make me flustered. Once she even found a inappropriate book and left it for me to read. Even leaving a note on it that read: Alatus, I've found these war tactics very useful. Read at once."

Your smile widened as you imagined him opening the book, "I bet you were completely red in the face haha!"

"I was. It made it even worse that Morax- Zhongli I mean, was there when I started to read it."

"Pffft!" You burst out laughing, unable to contain yourself as you pictured the scene with Zhongli being in the same room. Then it was like a switch went off...and you felt kinda numb, maybe sad even...wishing you could have been there. "Xiao, do you prefer that part of your life..."

He paused and looked at you in confusion, "I don't prefer one part of my life over the other. I may miss my Yaksha companions, but if I were to choose that part of my life over this one, I would no longer have you. That would be just as much of a loss if not more."

Your heart skipped a beat as the moment grew more intense, his eyes staring into yours like he was attempting to prove to you that his words were true. It was a bit much and you weren't really good with tension...so you chose to lighten the mood with the very thing you'd wanted to do since he started talking.

You reached out and poked his nose, saying a small little, "Boop" as you did so. It was so random and yet it fixed the heavy air that had gathered around you both. His face turned a light shade of pink and he returned back to what he was doing, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Xiao?"

"Hm?"

"Is it don't yeeeettt???"

Another dirty alphabet up nexttt~

[lxdymoon0357]

How about making Duna jealous by having Minho in the palm of your hands?! I mean like, reader definitely loves him, but she absolutely despises Minho cause she had already done some damage and so she likes to spoil him, flaunts that she has him, etc to both Duna and Wookyung? She's also rich and what not..

(You spoke literally my heart's desires and put them in a post!! Reader is described to have tattoos| Fem! Reader, reader is mentioned to have long hair| Mentions of SA, unhinge shit from Duna.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

The other...better spouse..

The moment Duna walked out of the shop, clutching a box of cigarettes, her eyes were burning to cry because it was the most sick and twisted dream because why was she seeing Minho standing outside a alcohol shop having a little person cling to him inside his black puffer jacket as he laughed softly?

She never knew he could laugh so beautifully, that he had creases under his eyes when he laughed or smiled, that he is very ticklish.. She noticed your long hair falling out of his puffer jacket as he laughed softly, before you finally came out of his jacket, enjoying yourself as you both talked and crossed the streets heading in her direction...

Duna never knew that The Byun Minho was capable of change...I mean, she honestly always wanted to put him in his place during sex, break him down, make him bed for her forgiveness, make him her own personal rape doll...She was confused as to how Minho could get anyone with his bitter, distasteful and gross personality and not even being big enough to pleasure someone...

Duna stood there frozen as you and Minho crossed, hand laced together, with him giggling at something you said while you couldn't bother to remove your eyes from him...How could you? He was just such a gorgeous human inside that hard exterior.

Just as you both got on the pavement, Minho froze as you finally turned away to meet the eyes of a girl, quite pretty but you weren't getting good vibes from her, You tightened your grip on Minho's hand ever so slightly,

"Who are you?" Duna asked you, quite audacious you guessed from her mannerisms, as you glared at her up and down before softly poking Minho's cheek and clinging to his arm more making Minho snap out of his trance as he awkwardly looked at you and Duna before shaking his head and saying,

"Ah, Uhm...Y/N..Jagi, this is Duna...My ex.." he said murmuring as you nodded in realization, so she was the one who cheated on him and the one who raped him...You glared at her angrily, before sighing, squeezing Minho's hands in yours softly before letting go and pushing the door of the shop Duna just came out of,

"I'll go get the things we need." you said going inside the shop as Duna stared at you with jealousy and anger, you were gorgeous, she couldn't lie, long hair, gorgeous fashion, you seemed smart, with the etiquette and the style of you clothing, it was also safe to assume you were also quite rich..

Minho sighed as he stood aside, wondering who'd make the first move as Duna walked closer, "Minho...Why'd you choose her?" she asked straight forward glaring at him, making chills go down his spine as he rubbed his nape and took a step back, "I..Uh.." he took a step back every time she took a step forward.

Duna softly took a hold of his wrist in hers, pulling him uncomfortably close to her, pushing him against the wall of a closed shop besides the one which was open where you were inside.

"You know I'm better than her, right? What is it about her that's better? Is she pretty? Rich? None of it, you know I tried to help you, I was just a bit mad back then..." Duna said, her words spilling out without her noticing as Minho seemed frozen, taking deep breathes as he shrunk into himself. The sight made her feel powerful.

but suddenly a sharp jerk pulled her back from her hair as she was thrown onto the ground as she looked up to meet your glaring eyes as tow large broad men stood besides you also staring at her seriously as you helped Minho while the other the two men glared at her,

"Please, do not dare to hurt Sir.Byun, otherwise we'd be contacting authorities." one of the man said as she could see you pepper Minho with kisses who was clinging to you like a little child.

Softly you rubbed his back, snapping your fingers and handing your bag of wines and another plastic bag of different things to a bodyguards while a expensive car pulled up close to you as Duan dusted herself and quickly got up with embarrassment.

You were simply trying to calm Minho and sat him down in the expensive sports car before turning to Duna and walking closer, your heels clacking on the side of the pavement as she took steps back before she was backed into the wall where she was pinning Minho a few seconds ago,

"Listen, bitch. If I see you getting even a hundred miles closer to Minho, I'd take a thousand amount of evidence that you sexually assaulted him and get you a good life sentence." you said grabbing her jaw and grinning at her with mock and disgust, tightening your grip on her jaw making it ache,

"You're lucky it's Minho's kindness of not wanting to ruin your already no-good, pathetic, little life by not reporting you, but I won't be kind...Tell that to the little freak Cha Wookyung as well." you said letting go of her jaw as she rubbed it before throwing the cigarette box she dropped in her face and turning on your heel and sitting in the car.

As you sat inside the car and it drove off, Duna could just stand there staring down at the box off cigarette you threw in her face, realizing maybe you were the better one out of both of you...

[makeyoumine69]

Babe I LOVE your writing, and if your comfortable, Can you please write a little blurb about the reader digging her nails in Patrick's back,

im trying to think if he would like that he could make you feel good like this or hate it because your marking his beautiful skin.

Do you think he would push your hand off his back and tell you to take it or what???

Toxic

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: Everyone knows that Patrick Bateman is such a toxic guy, his blood is like a deadly poison. Once you taste it, you are lost.

◥ CONTAINS: oral (f), p in v, creampie, Patrick is in predator mode, pretty aggressive foreplay and some more :)

◥ WORDCOUNT: 1.6k

◥ SONG REC: Britney Spears - Toxic

◥ A/N: Britney's song suddenly inspired me so much that I couldn't stop myself from writing it, thank you sm for your request, I hope you like it! 🖤

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

You and Patrick were in the middle of a really serious fight, and the fact that you were stuck in his vacation house in Hampton was more than worrisome.

"I don't know why you're still trying to argue with me," Bateman blurted out, strolling around the large modern kitchen wearing nothing but tight gray pants. "You looked great yesterday."

"'Great'?" You almost choked on the air, crossing your arms over your chest. "So, in your opinion, looking great means looking like everyone else? Skimpy dresses, extremely high heels, red lipstick, stockings. Oh my God, Patrick! Why can't you just accept me for who I am?"

Patrick hummed and poured himself a glass of fresh orange juice, then took a quick sip; a small drop of liquid ran down his massive chest. "What do you mean?"

He seemed to be joking or mocking you on purpose, because your slightly irritated face only amused him.

"Stop trying to change me and -"

"Wait a second, honey," he cut you off pretty harshly, and in addiction, Bateman raised a finger in a warning gesture. "I can do whatever I want, you know why? Because I'm so fucking rich!"

"You don't own me, idiot!" You bellowed, instinctively closing the distance between the two of you. He did the same. "And I don't care about your money … you're so selfish and narcissistic that it's completely messed up your mind and you can't see anything good in people!"

You stood almost face to face, your lungs burning from your rapid breathing, while Bateman looked so calm and cold-blooded.

"You don't care about my money, but you always accepted all the gifts I gave you. How hilarious!" he almost spat the words right in your face, staring at you arrogantly until the vein under his eye became too noticeable. "If there's something you don't like - nobody's keeping you here. But since I'm very kind today, I'll give you a chance to apologize for this little accident."

Who knew what was in his head when he leaned down to kiss you, but he would surely regret it as you bit his lower lip hard, tasting his poisoned blood on the tip of your tongue.

"You fucking bitch!" He yelled, trying to catch you, but he was too slow from the aftershock of your action, so you managed to run away.

Scared, you rushed upstairs to the bedroom because you couldn't leave the house wearing just your underwear and his white shirt. God, your skin was literally burning from the expensive fabric of his shirt, so as soon as you got there, you took it off, forgetting to close the door. But to be fair, it was a pretty useless waste of time - he would open it or just break it, depending on how angry he was.

Panting nervously, you dashed to the bed and started to pick up your clothes when you heard his loud footsteps behind you. Time stopped for you as Patrick grabbed you roughly and pushed you onto the bed.

"No! N-no!" You struggled to slip away and climb further onto the bed, but he caught your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed with ease.

As soon as he rolled you onto your back, he grasped your neck and squeezed it painfully, pushing almost all the oxygen out of your chest. In response, you tried to claw at his hands, fighting back as hard as you could.

God, you thought you were going to die.

"What's wrong, honey? Not so brave anymore?" He nagged from above, settling down on the bed to press you even harder.

With a devilish grin, Bateman shook you several times, just to hear your miserable whimpering as he enjoyed the way you kept trying to push him off.

"E-enough, please." You trembled as you felt your strength running out.

"Jesus Christ, you're so pathetic and silly," he suddenly let you go, and you fell onto your back, breathing heavily. "What were you even thinking?"

It was definitely a rhetorical question, because the next moment Bateman was already pulling down your lace panties while you took a second to recover and continue struggling.

"Patrick, let me go! I don't want-mmm ..." You stammered as he dragged you even closer to the edge of the bed.

"You better shut up … unless you want me to test you on how long you can hold your breath."

Patrick quickly brushed off the drop of blood that formed at the corner of his lips before reaching down to spread your thighs and giving your blushing clit several flat licks. You squirmed almost immediately, feeling yourself so sinful and yet so damn good.

"P-Patrick," even if it wasn't a moan, it was enough for him to keep attacking your delicious little pussy as he sucked on your lower lips, one by one, until they both swelled. "God, e-enough!"

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" he looked at you, his chin glistening with your sweet flavor. "You're so fucking soaked, why am I not even surprised?"

Frowning, you stared back at him and asked cheekily: "Shouldn't your lip hurt?"

"Oh, don't worry," Patrick smiled smugly and fixed his messy hair. "I'm ready to ignore any pain for this lascivious tight pussy."

Holy shit.

The wild lust you just saw in his eyes was terrifying and exciting at the same time. Seizing the moment of your reverie, Bateman forced you to lift your legs so he could sink his strong tongue further into your hot cunt. And this time you couldn't keep a loud moan from escaping your tense chest as the pleasure coursed through your body like electricity.

And then, Bateman stopped unexpectedly, causing you to sigh in slight disappointment, but then you were very vocal all over again, especially when his red, leaking tip was poking at your dripping opening.

Patrick thrust into you so roughly, climbing on top of your tiny body, almost tearing you apart from the inside, and of course he did it on purpose as he reveled in all the pitiful reactions you were making.

"No way, girl," he pushed on your wide open hips, pinning you almost flat against the bed, pounding into you with shameless flesh-meeting-flesh sounds."Stop whining, I was kind hearted enough."

Oh God, his hips — they seemed to be made of steel, they were so rock hard, so strong; every push you felt with your whole body, with your every little pitch.

"Argh, fuck, you feel so good, baby… so tight and hot." He groaned, picking up the pace; his thick dick hitting your belly mercilessly.

Bateman seemed to be really crazy as he lowered down to your face once again, without any fear of getting a bite, and for a second you had the illusion that he was waiting for it, and that drove you really wild.

To his surprise, you moved towards him to take his bruised lip in your warm mouth to suck on his wound. It definitely itched, but Patrick just hissed through your passionate kiss as you both tried to take the lead, greedily devouring each other as if it was some kind of competition. Meanwhile, your trembling arms ran down his broad back, squeezing his strong muscles from time to time. The more you tugged on his lower lip, the more relentlessly he fucked you into the bed, pressing you down and holding you there with his huge, muscled body.

"Mmm, P-Patrick, aaaahh!" You moaned lustfully, feeling the salty taste of his blood on your lips.

Huffing, you cupped his tight ass with one hand while another was busy clawing at his soft skin. Inch by inch, your sharp nails dug deeper and deeper, leaving red lines across his back.

In reply, Bateman only began to fuck you harder, almost shifting into a mating press position, but that was still not enough for you. Slowly, you slid your hand from his butt up to his loin, sinking your nails into his skin again and again, leaving more and more scratches. His low, sexy groans almost made you fall apart right here right now, but you continued to paint red lines all over his body, using his skin as your canvas.

"Ahh, (Y/N) … you're mine to tame," he snarled and began to squat down, creasing you beneath him and burying his beefy girth as deep as he could. "Mmmh, did you already take your birth control pills?"

Both of you were breathing so heavily that the air around you seemed to be hotter than lava.

"Awww, y-yes … YES! I did," you looked into his dark eyes, full of savage passion. "Patrick…Patrick!"

Damn, his cock was so huge, you could feel every vein on it throbbing in ecstasy as he was so close to reaching his high. Instinctively, you lifted your legs higher, opening them even wider. The level of penetration was overwhelming, with each thrust he made, the mixture of your juices poured down on your heated bodies with a slick, obscene sound.

Growling gutturally, Patrick rammed into you several more times before you felt his grip on you tighten as he unloaded his warm seed inside your sore womb and that feeling, along with the way you played with your oversensitive little bud, left you no choice but to fall over the edge as you climaxed with a loud, long-drawn moan, shaking so vigorously in his arms that you almost hit your forehead against his as he bent down to kiss your temple, admiring the way you were sinking into the ocean of pure pleasure.

[queenie-official]

Chapter Five: ‘A royal wedding’ Bridgerton Au!Anakin

part 1, 2, 3, 4

a/n: sorry this took a while to get out guys😅 i was hanging out with my bestie since she was visiting home from college😋😋 anyways i ended up cutting most dialogue from this chapter just to focus on the emotional aspect- i hope you guys still enjoy 💅✨

a royal wedding was never a small affair for any kingdom. regardless of wether it was public or made private to the people, they would celebrate the conjunction of a happy couple. which seemed ironic considering most royal marriages where strictly out of politics rather than love. you of all people where very aware of the fact considering your situation. so here you are precisely three hours before the wedding pacing in your undergarments as poor Eleanora tries to help get you dressed.

Padme sat on a stool watching you work yourself into a frenzy, she’d already tried to get you to stop but it was futile. in the end you had managed to tune her out entirely to consumed in your own thoughts and worries to process the world around you.

“y/n if you don’t stop moving you’re going to have to show up to your wedding in your underwear” Padme tried once more to garner your attention. slowing to a stop you turn to look at her and then to Eleanora who had quickly seized action the moment you stopped and began putting on your pannier, fearing if she missed the opportunity you’d be a pacing mess again.

“sorry it’s just hard to sit still knowing that i’m going to be a married women in a few hours…” you sigh out still fidgeting slightly as you stood in place but at the very least Eleanora could work with that. Traditionally there would be five to ten bridesmaids with you right now but as much as you got along with your other ladies-in-waiting you didn’t exactly trust them, so it was just the two you knew you could count on most.

“it’s okay to be nervous i was nervous when i got married to my husband” Padme said in a attempt to make you feel less alone. “yes but you did not have the weight of two kingdoms relying on your marriage” you feel the weight of the day pull you down along with what felt like the thousands of layers you where now wearing. yet still Eleanora was not done as she continued to dress you, a wave of fear that you may pass out from how heavy the dress was rushed through you but you pushed it away feeling as if that would be one of the better outcomes of the day rather then some of the other scenarios your brain had come up with.

“i’ve been thinking about it all, what today is going to be like- what the rest of my life is going to be like…” you add running a hand through your hair that still has to be done. you honestly just wished for the day to be over, then you could rest and breath properly once more. free of stress even for just a moment.

“perfectly normal thing to do your majesty” Eleanora said as she finished the final touches of basting on your engageantes. “i just can’t help but feel like something is going to go wrong” you sigh looking down to your hand and staring at the ring that now weighed down your finger, it was a pleasant weight in your opinion. something about it brought a comfort to you, even if the only reason Anakin had given it to you was out of his mothers request. clearly he had thought it worth something to choose a diamond so personal to the place he was from- or maybe you where reading into it too much.

“there’s no sense in worrying about something that has yet to happen.” Padme counters as she and Eleanora both begin to work on your hair once you take a seat in front of your vanity, you were sat at a horrible angle. unable to sit properly with how tight the corset was, you quite literally could not bend. “i feel like i’ll be better prepared if i do” you say with a small pout to your lips that makes padme laugh. “it’s yet to help you thus far” she points out as you nervously twist the ring on your finger, the only thing you could really use to occupy yourself without moving too much. “maybe i just find comfort in worrying, that’s strange isn’t it?”

“i wouldn’t say strange but i also wouldn’t say it’s normal” well you certainly could always count on Padme for being honest. your whole body ached from the position you where in as pin after pin is inserted into your hair, ensuring that everything stay in place. “by the end of today i’m going to be a wife. that doesn’t even sound real”

“the sooner you are a wife the council will schedule the coronation and Alderaan will have a queen and king again” Padme says happily probably thinking that would make you feel better since you’d finally have the control over the council you needed but all it really did was make you cringe inwardly. “No pressure” you mumble as they finish and you can stand again, feeling just a smidge of relief not having the corset dig into you as much. looking over yourself in the mirror you did have to admit for as much as it was a pain the outcome was beautiful. the dress itself was a work of art, each layer having intricate lace detailing as well as pearls and ribbons sewn in- it reminded you of the porcelain dolls you played with as a child.

“you’ll do great y/n, and we’ll be by your side through it all” Padme said with a smile and you felt yourself relax. she was right you could do this, and if something did happen you knew you had people to fall back on.

less then any minute now and you would be walking down the isle of the church. You weren’t to be seen by anybody until then, that did little to help settle your nerves. Padme and Eleanora where now waiting with the rest of the ton inside the walls of the church, you had no one to voice your thoughts to. no one to help ease you, and you found yourself growing increasingly more nauseous. the heat of the day mixed with the weight of your gown did not make it any easier for you, the earlier fear of passing out coming back in a brief wave before you pushed it down.

there you stood in one of the private rooms awaiting for the Chancellor who’d be the one to walk you down the aisle. you hated it, that he’d be the one to walk you. it felt like a cruel joke in a way, he’d been the one to convince the rest of the royal council along with Barclay of the rash decision for Anakin to be the one you marry. and now here he was being the one to hand you off to him, as much as it irked you the thing that bothered you the most was solely the fact it wasn’t your father. honestly you’d finally accepted the fact this was truly happening but now there was a grief that surrounded it. mourning the fact your parents would not be there to see you.

twisting the ring on your finger, round and round. over and over- you had to admit this was much better than pacing. less effort for sure, less dizzying since you weren’t the one going in circles. circles that matched your thoughts, round and round. you take a deep breath the door to the room opening, turning round to face the Chancellor. you felt your throat dry as you nod to him.

now walking along the corridors of the church heading to the Nave. you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and for a moment you thought you may actually pass out. thankfully the sound of trumpets and a piano rang throughout the building pulling you back down to reality. the doors in front of you now opening, you could only hope you didn’t look as sickly as you felt. “your majesty” Chancellor Valorum called your attention to him, glancing him over slightly confused only to notice his extended arm. right, it was time- you take hold and force a smile hoping you looked happy enough for everyone to believe you.

you look ahead of you as you both begin walking down the aisle, finally meeting the eyes of your soon to be husband. he stood tall, and was probably dressed the best you’d ever seen him so far- though it’s not like you saw him much to begin with. you decided it best to focus solely on him, the smile on your face becoming a bit more genuine. you may not know him personally yet but you could still admire his looks- it felt a bit wrong initially like you weren’t supposed to like how he looked. as if it would diminish the fact you didn’t see him as a lover, though you guessed you should probably change that line of thinking anyway.

he was truly handsome, nice jawline. pretty eyes, curls that you felt added a boyish charm to him. and then there was his smile, you hadn’t even realized you focused in on it as you now stood before him. his hand extended for you to take so the ceremony could begin. his smile was warm and soft, it calmed you. gently taking his hand as you stand side by side now, facing one another head on. you move your gaze up meeting his eyes, soft blues that where already staring down at you. selfishly you allow yourself to get lost in them, tuning out the world around you not even listening to what the Archbishop spoke.

the only thing that reminded you of where you were and what you where doing was the sound of Anakins voice. “to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” he recited the vows the archbishop had just told him which meant it was now your turn. half listening to what the archbishop said before he gave you the very same vows to repeat, nodding to let you know to go. “to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” you say with a surprising confidence, you turn your face away from Anakin’s for the first time since the ceremony began.

now looking towards the archbishop as he closed the ceremony. a new ring added to both of your fingers, a wedding band.

Warmth and music, that’s all you felt as you danced a waltz with Anakin. you were actually having fun, he made it easy in all honesty. conversation between you both was flowing naturally and he made you laugh- you where pretty sure he enjoyed making you laugh. there was of course the voice in the back of your head that reminded you it was all for show. that you where both only acting like two people in love for the hundreds of eyes on you. part of you could only hope that at the very least a little bit of it was real, something small and budding that might have a chance of flourishing.

you refocus on the man in front of you, not wanting to sour a good moment with your concerns. allowing him to dance you both into a stupor, song after song. paying no one else a mind, regardless of the situation this day was about you two. a joyous occasion, and for once you did not need to think about anyone else but yourself and each other- for once you did not feel the weight of a kingdom on your shoulders. instead you felt like a normal girl from the ton dancing with a man who had simply asked for a dance, a dance that lasted for hours. of course all good things have to come to an end, and eventually your endless dance came to a halt.

you both walk hand in hand outside along the carpet preparing to speak to each guest at the ball and bid them their farewells. it was a little chilly but as it happened Anakin ran warm, and with him alongside you the chill of the night bothered you no longer.

part 6

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okay loves🤭 i hope you enjoyed this one, i know the ball scene was a bit short but don’t worry this will not be the only Ball, and the next time there is one it will include a lot more 😋 i just wanted to focus mostly on the wedding portion and didn’t want to draw to far away from that 💋💋 anyways have a great day huns Xx

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You Didn't Deserve That | T. Zegras

pairing: Trevor Zegras x gn!reader (as far as i can remember)

word count: 1.1k

this was requested!

not my gif!

Dating a famous hockey player had its perks, and its downfalls. Such as hate, so much of it. New comments everyday, some new post saying you weren’t good enough for him, if you thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. To the point of ruining your relationship. 

“We’re done, Trevor.” 

“What?” he was clearly dazed, having just gotten back from practice. 

“We’re done. I need to leave.” 

“What? No, what’s going on?” 

He didn’t get much of an argument when you slipped around him and bolted out the door, but he could say he tried. Which leads to your meeting him again, literally running into him. 

You were late for your first day of a new job, you knew Trevor played for the ducks (how could you not?) but this job was too good to pass up, so you took it in hopes of not focusing on him.

“Y/n?” The shock was clearly evident in his voice.

“Hey, Trev.” 

“What are you doing here?” you finally glanced down at his attire, all his gear on, clearly headed to the ice.

“I uh- got a job here.” it was awkward to admit you’d be working with the man whose heart you broke for apparently no reason. 

“Oh congrats.” he did not sound at all enthusiastic, “Well, we should go for a drink tonight and catch up, you know I’ve missed you.” 

“Oh, um sure. I’m off at seven.”

“Great, see you then, I’ll pick you up here.” he nodded, walking away before you could say anything else. 

You froze for a minute, letting your mind settle before remembering why you were running through the halls in the Honda Arena. 

“Shit.” you cursed under your breath. 

“Straight down the hall, first door on the right.” you heard yelling down the hall, Trevor's voice recognizable. 

“Thank you.” you yelled back, running in the directions he gave.

It was a great first day, your boss wasn’t mad you were late, knowing the struggle, admitting she’d done it on her first day too. The day flew by and if you could’ve stayed longer you would’ve, but you had drinks with Trevor. 

“Goodnight, Lindsay.” You yelled out the door, headed down the hallway again. 

“Hey” You jumped at the voice appearing beside you. Trevor, looking at you, a smirk across his face. “Sorry, did I scare you?” his tone teasing.

“Asshole.” you mumbled, shoving him towards the wall. 

“Hey, hey that’s not very nice.” 

“Well you scaring me wasn’t very nice!” you shot back, making him laugh. 

“It was an accident, I swear.” 

 It fell into a comfortable silence the rest of the way, the walk to his car, the drive to the bar. It wasn’t uncomfortable by any means but you  could feel he had words to say. It stayed like that until you two had a table, sipping on your newly acquired drinks.

“Why did you do it?” This question making you choke on your drink.

“What?”

“Why?”

“You’re staring off strong” you tried to joke, falling short when the look on his face didn’t falter from the serious stare he was giving. “Okay no jokes..”

You took a deep breath, chugging a bit of your drink, and planned out how your were going to go over this.

“I uh- fuck it’s stupid saying it aloud. It just got too much, everyday I’d find new hate and something new to hate about myself because of it. I thought that if I just left the hate would stop, it didn’t but it lessened so I just deleted everything. I know it was shitty but I couldn't take it anymore, people everyday telling me terrible things, making me believe horrible things about myself, people lying to me trying to get to you or with you. It was so hard and i love you Z, I do but I freaked out and I thought it was stupid so I didn’t come to you. You deal with it everyday and never did you do something this stupid.”

“Baby, oh you didn’t deserve that.” he cooed, his hand intertwining with yours. “And I’ve done plenty stupid, it was all just too much I get it baby, I do, but you should’ve come to me.” 

“I know but I felt so weak.” you groaned, if he knew one thing he knew you hated admitting anything. 

“You are not weak, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.” 

“I love you Z, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay baby, we’re moving on, as long as you’re still mine now, yeah?”

“Of course, Trev.” 

His smile immediately grew on his face, a small sound of enthusiasm squeaked from his lips as he practically hopped the table to hug you. His arms wrapped tight against your waist, holding you against him.

“Trev,” you whispered into his hair, he hummed in reply, “Can we go home?” 

“Of course baby.” was all he said, picking you up, bringing you to his car. It was a short ride, but peaceful almost lulling you to sleep, seeing Jamie peek through the window when the two of you pulled up. 

“You’re together again!” he cheered when Trevor carried you in, head tucked into his neck.

“Shush man, they’re almost asleep!” Trevor hushed his roommate. 

“Opps” was all Jamie managed in response. 

Trevor carried you, as gently as he could, to his room. Laying you down on the bed, grabbing out some of his clothes for you to sleep in. 

“Baby,” he whispered, peppering you in kisses to wake you, “you’ve got to get changed, i know you hate sleeping in your clothes.” 

“I don’t want to move.” you groan, not moving, still laying in Trevor's bed. 

“I’ll help, come on baby, just a little cooperation please.” you hummed in reply, slowly standing. He was gentle, removing your clothes but keeping his eyes everywhere but on your partially exposed body. Even if he had seen it before, he was still as respectful as he could be. 

“You can lay back down baby, I’ll be right back, okay?”

You let a hum in reply, before letting the words hit you.

“Wait, don't go, come sleep.” you whined at him, putting grabby hands out towards his walking-away figure.

“I’ll be right back then i’ll come sleep.” 

You groan in reply, curling onto your side to wait for him. He was back in less then a minute, now wearing less clothes then he’d left in. 

“Where’d your clothes go?” he laughed at the question, sliding in bed with you, pulling you tight against him.

“I threw your clothes and mine in the laundry, you’ll have clean, warm clothes in the morning.”

“Oh my goodness, I love you.” 

“I love you too baby, now let’s sleep.”

You yawned in agreeance, nuzzling against him more, accepting the kisses he was peppering over you.  

[nightfall093]

@dynamite124 Here’s that writing prompt you wanted lol

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It was time.

Odahviing perched his immense form upon the walls of Dragonsreach, awaiting his command. The Whiterun guards cautiously shuffled back into their positions, their eyes never quite leaving the great dragon.

Iorek’s friends slowly turned to face him, realisation dawning on their faces. This was it.

It was time for the final battle against Alduin.

He met their eyes one by one, reading their minds with the solemnity of their gazes alone. This could be the final time they ever saw one another.

He shared words with them all, rounding off his sentiments with a hearty hug. Holding back his tears was a difficult task.

But when he turned his gaze to his final companion, he stopped, his breath catching in his throat. He could feel everything he’d felt these last few months bubbling up to the surface. It could literally be now or never.

“Taliesin,” he said quietly, glancing over his shoulder at the others, who had politely turned away and started talking amongst themselves. Iorek had a feeling they knew what this was about.

“I need to speak to you”, he said, gesturing over towards the wall near the great chains. “Over here.”

“Ominous,” the Altmer said wryly as Iorek gently steered him by the arm. ���Don’t I get a manly slap on the back as well?”

Iorek gritted his teeth, taking a slow, steady breath. His heart had never pounded harder. Taliesin seemed to notice his expression of barely concealed terror, and tilted his head curiously as they reached the wall.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with apparent concern.

“OK, so…” Iorek started to pace, wringing his fingers. Every time he tried to speak his words slammed to a halt in his throat. He took another breath, and rambled, “Look, I need to say this now in case this is the last time I ever see you, and I’ll regret it forever if I don’t… or at least, until Alduin eats my soul.”

Another breath, his heart trying awfully hard to break out of his ribcage. He could do this. “I like you,” he blurted.

Taliesin said nothing, his puzzled expression unchanging, but Iorek could swear he saw something glimmer in his eyes, just for a moment. Or had he imagined it?

“I mean, LIKE like you,” Iorek continued before the Mer could generate a sarcastic reply. “As in… I wake up and you’re the first thing I think of. You’re on my mind every minute until I get to see you and when I do… nothing else matters. I was talking to Remi the other day and barely heard a word she said because all I could look at was you, sitting behind her shoulder. Whenever I leave for a few days with some of the others and leave you at home, I can’t wait to get back so I can see you again. I want to be next to you every minute, and it hurts when I’m not.”

He stopped, determined not to meet Taliesin’s gaze, at least until he was finished; if he looked up and saw disappointment, or anger, or anything remotely negative in his face, he’d never be able to finish. He’d never get over that.

“I’ve… never felt this way about anyone, not even with Sabine back in Cyrodiil. I love you all, of course, as a family. I couldn’t do any of this without you all. But with you… it…” He swallowed the lump in his throat, still staring fixedly at the floor. “It’s… more. It’s definitely more.”

He wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. He still couldn’t look at Taliesin’s face, despite how much he wanted to. He sighed deeply through his nose and braced himself.

“There,” he muttered. “Now you know.”

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 14: Rose Tinted Glasses

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“Wait wait wait-” Mouse shook her hands out in front of her, trying to take in Seungkwan’s words. 

“I’ve explained it four times, Mouse.” He groaned.

“And I’m higher than the Empire State Building and still not understanding-” She ran a hand through her hair. “Jeonghan, the guy that has been flirting with me since day one of meeting me, likes me?” 

“Yes,” Seungkwan rolled his eyes back, “Jeonghan, one of the SVT leaders, trickster supreme, likes you! How did you literally not know?” 

She opened her mouth to answer but closed it, eyes moving around rapidly in thought. “I…I thought he was just being like Seokmin! I didn’t think it was actually flirting!” 

“Wow you are dumb.” Vernon gaped, wide eyes focused hard on the ceiling. “Everyone could see it. I think everyone knows honestly.” 

“Not everyone.” Seungkwan said under his breath.

Mouse was silent, she looked nearly alarmed at the news coming from him and Vernon. 

Really, it shouldn’t be much of a surprise, or to the guys it didn’t seem so surprising. If Jeonghan wasn’t talking about work or dumb things he heard through the grapevine, he was talking about Mouse. What she was doing, what happened at work, and while it was heartwarming to have the flirtatious man liking someone, it was getting old to hear about it since they weren’t even together. 

Jeonghan had come to him asking for advice of all things recently and all Seungkwan could say was to grow a pair and tell her, but Jeonghan didn’t think it was a good idea. Something stupid about Mouse not knowing he was actually flirting, then something about rejection was said when Jeonghan walked away. 

Seungkwan, personally, thought Jeonghan was the dumbest guy on the planet at that time, but now…Now Mouse seemed like the dumbest person on the planet. 

“Hey Seungkwan…” Mouse spoke up, “I think I wanna go home now.” 

Have you been ignoring everyone’s text messages aside from simple yes or no answers and telling them you were okay? Yes. 

Was Seokmin hounding you every time you walked into work, wondering why you haven’t been hanging out with them? Also yes. 

Was Mingyu guilting you over text since he was recovering and he couldn’t see ‘his designated short person ’ (which only came because you were shorter than Jihoon)? Yeah. 

This was the second weekend since learning that Jeonghan liked you and you’d been hiding in your apartment, telling them you were just busy with some things and couldn’t hang out. If the group knew you were lying, they didn’t tell, not even Wonwoo, surprisingly. 

All weekend you either sat on the couch watching dramas or playing video games. Between those activities, you were still in awe that Jeonghan had a fucking crush on you . 

The more you thought about it though, it did make sense. 

While the flirting was playful, it was still flirting. The constant texting, wondering how you were doing, the subtle gazes, you couldn’t even forget about the necklace he got for your birthday and that you stupidly chalked it up to it being about the dress- but he also mentioned that you looked good in dark blues. 

You felt like an idiot. A big stupid idiot that took so long to realize that someone liked you. 

And as you were laying in bed, staring up at your ceiling, hearing the sounds of the city forever moving, maybe…just maybe…you might like him to. 

“Oh my god.” You grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it. Holding the cushion there, you let out a very muffled and very discontent yell. 

You spread your limbs out and starfished on the bed, not bothering to remove the pillow to figuratively hide your ignorance from the world. Somewhere beside you, your phone was buzzing for a call but you didn’t bother to move and answer it. There was enough mental gymnastics going on to just ignore the device and the world if you really tried. 

Jeonghan was so- God, what would you call it? Unattainable? Out of your league? He was pretty and funny, a little out there and flirty, yet he was so kind and soft when he wanted to be. You thought back to the day Mingyu was hurt and how he was so caring when helping you and worried. When he had held your face, he was so warm and comforting, even making you eat and just sat all cuddled up next to you until Mingyu- 

You yelled again into the pillow before sitting up quickly, taking deep breaths because holy shit you really did like Jeonghan and you are just now realizing that fact.  

Alright, mental recap, you thought, rubbing a hand over your face then through your hair. Number one, Jeonghan likes you. Yep, that was solidified because of a very high Vernon and a sober Seungkwan. Thanks. Number two, taking another deep breath, focusing on nothing specific really, I. Like. Jeonghan. Alright, now say it out loud and accept this fact. Put on your big girl pants and take your phone and call Jeonghan and ask him to come over. Perfect plan, make it simple, just tell him you like him too, but don’t mention Seungkwan or Vernon because they will in fact get their ass beat by Jeonghan if he found that they told you, but that is a worry for another day- 

It took a moment a moment to even muster the courage to open your mouth and another to try and vocalize the thoughts you were having. Just as you finished mentally hyping yourself up to say it, a knock was heard from your front door.

“Mouse?” The nickname sounded muffled behind the door to your apartment but it was undoubtedly the one person you didn’t want to face right now. 

Please leave, please do not- 

“I know you are in there, Mouse. Wonwoo said that all you have been doing is playing video games.” 

You knew it was a bad idea to add Wonwoo on any game platform…

Slowly you rose from bed and trudged your way towards the door. Jeonghan knocked again and you internally groaned, flicking on the living room lights. “I’m coming, stop knocking.” The knocking, in fact, did not stop. Now he was just being annoying. 

As you opened the door, you didn’t expect Jeonghan to be dressed so…casually. He wasn’t in his typical attire of dress pants and a button up, instead he was in a baggy t-shirt and basketball shorts, half his hair tied up to most likely combat the blistering heat outside. You’ve never seen Jeonghan dressed as such outside of the house, let alone outside of your apartment. 

Meeting his eye, Jeonghan was staring at you, a smile on his face, hands now settling in his pockets. “Hi.” 

“...Hi.” 

“Can I come in?” 

“...You won’t leave until I let you in…” 

“Correct!” And he basically pushed past you, letting himself into your apartment. “Ohhh, nice place.” 

Staring out your doorway, you slow-blinked and sighed. Why did you have to like this man? You closed the door and turned to follow him, watching as he took in the space around him. 

Your apartment wasn’t much; a one bedroom, one bath place in a building that wasn’t older than ass. Decorations were minimal, the walls were a little scuffed from a few years of living here but the white paint didn’t add much. Really, you wished it was more, but you were just happy to have a place to call your home after all these years. 

“Why are you here?” You finally asked, standing behind the couch. 

Jeonghan huffed a laugh under his breath, turning to face you from beside your coffee table. “I think we both know why I’m here, Mouse.” 

“If it’s because I haven’t been hanging out with you everyone as much, I’ve been socially drained-” 

“Seungkwan and Vernon told me, Mouse.” 

“I- Huh?”

“After Seungkwan very abruptly took you home, Vernon was eating in the kitchen, very very high if I may add, I’m surprised you were even alive after the shit he smokes. When Seungkwan came back, Vernon was mumbling something about being in trouble with me and then I had to pry it from both of them.” Jeonghan explained, “Very easy to get them to fold actually, I just threatened them with Cheol and suddenly they were putty.” 

If you weren’t staring before, you were staring now. You tried to set your expression to neutral but the nerves that crawled under your skin were making your hands sweat. He held your gaze, raising an eyebrow. Jeonghan was better at masking what he was feeling, that was one thing about all of them you gathered, but he was especially good at it. 

“You- Wait.” You broke from your stare to shake your head and frowned. “You’ve known for almost two weeks and are just telling me now?” 

“Now Mouse, why would I just bombard you with feelings ? Clearly you needed to figure some things out.” There was sarcasm threaded in with each word and it kinda ticked you off. 

“Don’t joke right now, Jeonghan.” You were serious, you didn’t want him playing whatever game he wanted at this moment.

Jeonghan was quick to drop the act and sagged his shoulders. “Listen I might be an asshole, but I’m at least considerate about people I care about, okay? Yes, I did annoy the hell out of you over text, but that was more for the fun of it than actually bothering you. Truth be told, Mouse, I missed having you around. Seungkwan and Joshua had to stop me from showing up here days ago because I wanted to be around you, see you…” 

Were those butterflies fluttering in your stomach? Nope, totally not, what are you talking about. 

You gave a nervous swallow and combed your fingers through your hair. Your hands were shaking and you prayed that he didn’t notice. 

Slowly, Jeonghan rounded the couch, saying your name so soft that you nearly missed it. You turned your head and your heart jumped in your chest.

Standing beside you now, you have never seen him like this. For once, Jeonghan was nervous, even a bit timid. His eyes were open wide, looking down at you like you were something to be taken in, someone that caught his eye out of all the other stars in the universe.

“Can I actually take you out? On a proper date? I want to do this right.” 

Hope was held behind his eyes, it was clear as the bright sky outside. You didn’t know if it was the lights of the living room, but his eyes were nearly glimmering. He wanted you to say yes.

“I-” Pausing for a moment, you swallowed down the nerves and nodded. “Yeah, Yeah, that would be nice.” 

The smile that spread wide on his features was giddy and excited, his nose even scrunched up. “Can we- Is it okay I take you out tonight? I can come back and pick you up and-” 

“Jeonghan-” You cut him off, laughing at the excitement he displayed. “If I say yes again, promise me we won't go somewhere really fancy. Please?” 

“I can do that, nothing fancy. Promise.” He nodded quickly, stepping awake and closer to your door. “I’ll- Fuck-” He ran his side into the wall and got to the door. “I’ll pick you up at seven!” 

Then he was gone, leaving you standing in your apartment, a little dumbfounded but definitely excited. 

Jeonghan was right on time, maybe a little early if he was keeping track. 

Earlier, he quickly – totally didn’t speed – all the way back to the house out of the city to get ready, knowing he didn’t have anything clean back at the penthouse.

He had pushed the garage door open, all smiles and dreamy, practically floating through the house. 

“I never want to see him like that again- Why does he look like that?” He could hear Chan speak from the couch, curled up in a blanket beside Joshua. 

“Today, my dear Chan, Jeonghan grew a pair.” Was all he heard the other respond before he stepped into his room and closed the door. 

He could do something not fancy, totally. He didn’t need to wear something really expensive or flashy, just something nice and appropriate for a date with Mouse. The thought had him skipping towards his closet to pull clothes out.

“Nothing fancy, nothing fancy…” He said his thoughts out loud, scanning all his clothes that could satisfy the idea. “T-shirts out of the question, Jeans? Maybe jeans.” 

“You are like a teenage girl.” Joshua’s voice rang through the small room and Jeonghan whipped his head towards the other. “Kind of sickening if you ask me.” 

“I’m sorry, Shua, do you have a nice date tonight? No? Well, I do.” Jeonghan bit back but there was no malice in his words. “And I’m trying to find an outfit that is nice but not fancy because Mouse made me promise not to go to a fancy, flashy place.” 

“And I’ll repeat myself, you are like a teenage girl.” He stepped into the room, looking over the plethora of clothes Jeonghan had. “How about you figure out where you are going, then pick based on that, and tell Mouse if it's casual or not.”

Jeonghan scoffed, waving him off. “I was thinking of the little Italian bistro, not the one we always go to.” He clarified, “Not too fancy but still good food and definitely good wine.” 

Joshua nodded and tugged out a pair of dark blue jeans and pointed to a gray button up. “Simple. Still looks nice, maybe do something about your hair.” He waved his hand in the direction of Jeonghan’s face. “And shower.” 

“No shit, dick.” He took the clothes and pulled his phone from his pocket, sending Mouse a text that it was a nice place but nothing too fancy and definitely a little more casual. “Thank you, now get out.” 

Ushering Joshua out of his room, Jeonghan took no time to start getting ready. His heart was beating a little fast, but he was happy, more happy than he had been in a long time. 

“Seokmin, where are you?” You said into the phone, pacing in your bedroom, half your closet on the floor and even more on your bed. 

“ Hi to you too, I’m at the penthouse, why?” He snickered. 

“Is anyone with you?” 

“ No? Cheol is knocked out in a room but that’s about it.” 

“ Can you come over? I need your help with something-.” 

He hung up on you and was knocking on your door in twenty minutes. 

When you opened the door he was a little out of breath but smiling bright. Seokmin gave you a quick hug before you stepped aside to let him in. 

“Alright, I’m here to help. Why do you need help?” 

“Promise me you won’t have a stroke when I say this.” 

“I can half promise unless that is my natural response to the information I will be giving.” 

“I’m going on a date with Jeonghan and I don’t know what to wear.” 

Seokmin blinked, then blinked again, “You’re doing what?!” 

Taking the time to explain everything to Seokmin, which he wasn’t too pleased about learning second hand and almost last. 

“So you like Jeonghan.” 

“Yes, I like Jeonghan.”

“And you are going on a date with him tonight .”

“Yes.” 

“Well,” He started, clearing his throat. “I’d like for our relationship of husband and wife to be brought into consideration.” 

You deadpanned at him. “Really?” 

“If you just wanted an open relationship, you should have told me.” He continued to joke. “But I have the best idea.” 

“And that is?” 

“We tell everyone not to tell Soonyoung.” 

Confused, you raised a brow, trying to understand what was going on. “Why?” 

“Because he actually thinks we are dating and I just want to fuck with him.” 

“Deal, can you help me find an outfit now?” 

Sitting on your bed, you let Seokmin go through all the clothes that were scattered around the floor and mattress, taking into account the information Jeonghan provided not long ago over text. He picked up some items and placed them aside, sorting through the clothes. 

“I’m putting you in a dress.” He finally determined, “I feel like it’s going to be the best option with everything you have.” 

You stood and started to grab all your dresses, tossing them on the bed to better get a visual of what the two of you were working with. 

“You have a lot of dark colors. Do you have anything lighter?” 

“I might have a few lighter sundresses.” You stepped over clothes to your closet and pulled out a handful of dresses stored in the back. 

Seokmin took them from you and held up each individually, humming quietly to himself in thought. “This one.” 

The one that he handed over still had the tag on it. It was pale pink, complimenting your skin tone well which was the main reason you bought it. The sleeves were sheer pink, cuffed at your wrists, but the rest of the dress was opaque. It was loose around your waist and went down just below your knees. Overall it was pretty modest, nothing too extravagant but pretty for a date. The material was soft and you had a pair of wedges you could wear with it.

“If you wanna keep your hair down, go for it, maybe some neutral makeup too.” Seokmin looked a little proud of himself, starting to take the clothes off the floor and just piling them neatly on your bed to be cleaned later. “Is he going to pick you up?” 

“Yeah, at seven, I have some time to get ready.” You hung the dress on the door and gave Seokmin a hug, who tightly hugged you back, wiggling you both side to side. “Thank you for all the help, I don’t think I would have picked something without you.” 

“Ah~ No problem, Honey. But just remember, I’m always your husband first.” 

Seokmin made his exit relatively quick, giving you one last hug at the door and telling you to give details later. He wanted all the juice to spill later, obviously. 

You took the last of the time to shower and freshen up, drying and styling your hair so it was down but out of your face, makeup was light overall and a little shimmer you put on went a long way. You felt cute, you looked cute, or at least you thought you did. It had been a while since you wore a sundress, let alone went on a date with someone you actually like. 

Pacing around your living room, the soft thunk of your wedges hitting the hard wood floor was heard. You tossed a small white purse on the couch earlier which held your keys, wallet, and lipgloss, and you waited. Your phone was in your hand, waiting for a text or call from Jeonghan that he was here. The nerves were starting to build up in your chest, but you shook out your limbs, hurrying back to your bathroom to check yourself out in the mirror for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes. Checking the time, it was fifteen minutes until seven o’clock.

Breathe, there is nothing to worry about. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you straightened up and rolled your shoulders back. It’s just a date, he promised nothing too fancy. Yes you haven’t been on a date in a while but that’s okay. Last date was a bust and this date shouldn’t be. It’s just Jeonghan. You’ve spent plenty of time with Jeonghan. 

You walked back to the living room and huffed out a breath, flattening down the skirt of your dress. You’ve never been this twitchy for a date before, you thought you were being a little ridiculous. The only thing you needed to worry about was being yourself and enjoying the time you’d be spending with Jeonghan. That’s all. Nothing scary. 

A knock to the door made you flinch. With relative haste you stepped towards the door and pulled it open, a smile spreading on your face. 

Jeonghan stood on the other side of the door, dressed neatly in jeans and a gray button-down, holding something behind his back. When his gaze met yours, he beamed, eyes bright and smiling wide as he pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind him. The flowers nearly matched your dress; dusty pink carnations wrapped in white tissue paper and a shiny ribbon holding it together. 

The gesture had you shaking your shoulders in a quiet laugh and taking the bouquet into your hands, taking in the soft, sweet scent of the flowers. “They are beautiful, Jeonghan.” 

“Not as beautiful as you.” He winked at you but you stepped back to let him inside. 

“Let me put these in some water then we can go.” You hurried off, looking through a cabinet for the only vase you owned. 

You heard Jeonghan close the door and step into the kitchen, leaning himself against one of the counters. Once the flowers were unwrapped and placed in a vase full of water, you placed them on your small kitchen table, moving some of the carnations around so they looked better. Taking a step back to admire them, you glanced back towards Jeonghan whose eyes were only on you. 

“You do look really pretty, Mouse.” Jeonghan complimented, taking you in from his place. 

A flush crept up from your neck and your face flared with heat. “I- Thank you. I can’t place all of it on me…Seokmin came over and helped me pick something out…” 

He gave a quiet chuckle. “That would explain the call I got from him then.” 

Cringing, a sigh was pushed out of you, “I’m not even surprised. He is like an overprotective sibling. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.” 

Jeonghan once more stood near the door, waiting patiently for you to collect your things. With one last check of the contents inside, you stepped towards the door, watching as he opened it and ushered you to walk out before him. Once the door was locked, he held his hand out for you to take which you did easily, sliding your hand into his. His hands were cold but it didn’t matter as he used the connection between you to lead the way downstairs and to his car. 

When you reached for the passenger door, he whined and quickly opened it for you, giving a huffy pout that had your nose scrunching up in a smile. He was really going all out for this. It was cute. 

The restaurant, thankfully, wasn’t fancy. It was homey if you had to place a word to it, small but bustling. The hostess had seated you quickly once Jeonghan gave a name for the reservation. 

“I hope this meets the not fancy requirement you’ve imposed.” He smirked across the table, opening the menu. 

And there was his personality again. You could play ball. 

“Hmm, I didn’t think you had it in you with the Louis Vuitton and Dior I’ve seen you wear. Is the shirt Calvin Klein?” 

“No but the jeans are.” 

You didn’t try to suppress the roll of your eyes, crossing your legs and opening the menu. “I’m curious though, who gave the idea for flowers? You don’t seem like a flower guy.” 

Jeonghan shot you a glare but the smirk was still on his face. “If you must know, it was Minghao. He said I couldn't just show up empty handed.” 

“Ah, I’ll have to thank him for suggesting it then, shouldn’t I?” 

It felt like the normal bantering that the two of you always fell into; teasing jabs and flirting that actually meant something now. Sitting across from one another, you didn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward. You were thankful it didn’t feel like that.

You were both on your second glasses of wine, food half eaten, laughing at a story Jeonghan was telling. With this date, you did learn more about who Jeonghan was outside of his work. 

The Club as he called it out in public, started as a joke between him, Wonwoo, and Mingyu, but it made good money and even better thrills. If he wasn’t working for the business , he was working for the shipping company, Pledis Shipping. When there was no work for him, Jeonghan was back at the house sleeping and actually doing nothing . He loved going out to new restaurants with the youngest three, but couldn’t cook if his life depended on it, but he wasn’t as bad as Wonwoo, the nerd could burn water. 

The one unsurprising thing was his fondness of teasing the guys and sabotaging every single game they play together so he can almost always win. You’ve seen it once when they were playing Uno and he was hiding extras of plus fours and skips but you didn’t care to say a word, wanting to know if anyone would notice or if they would care. (Note: surprisingly, no one noticed and it did end up with Cheol, Hoshi, and Mingyu getting mad. They ended up switching games to Mario Kart, which made the events so much worse for them but funnier for you.) 

“No no, it gets worse !” He was curled up on himself a bit, wheezing in a breath and wiping the tears away that gathered in his eyes. “Shua and I didn’t tell anyone in the house that we burned Mingyu’s favorite pan. It was an accident but Cheol being angry is one thing, but break something of Gyu’s that he loves and bought for himself? God we’d never hear the end of it- When he found out it was ruined, he thought it was Wonu and they were fighting for a week-”

“He didn’t deserve that!” You threw your head back in a fit of laughter. “He might be an ass but letting him take the blame?!” 

“ Jihoon knew the entire time-” 

You covered your face with both hands, gasping each breath to not absolutely lose it. 

“ And he didn’t say a word for a week- He threatened us when Gyu and Wonu wouldn’t even work together!” 

“What the hell-” 

“ I made Shua take all the blame-” 

“Han!” You gaped at him, “That is horrible!” 

“It’s okay, I got him something he wanted from overseas and called it even.” Jeonghan waved you off and downed the rest of his glass, smiling at the memory. “You should hear the stuff I’ve got for Soonyoung every time he takes the blame for stuff.” 

“You are horrible, absolutely horrible. I can’t believe you’d make him take any blame, he is just a pure, innocent baby.” You dramatically, knowing he wasn’t pure or innocent , but he was also soft and clingy when around you. 

“What can I say, I’m just like Loki .” 

Faking a gag, you rolled your eyes and groaned. “I hate you. Officially.” 

“Hm.. You can’t hate me, Mouse. You’re on a date with me~” 

“I’d like to formally retract my dating intentions with you.” 

That had him scoffing and laughing, happiness spreading across his face and the softest gaze landing on you. In the chatter filled space of the restaurant, the two of you sat in the quiet company of one another. 

Dinner was finished not long after, Jeonghan insisting you try some of his dish, not even placing it on your plate but holding it fork out, pasta wrapped around the utensil to eat from. You were hesitant but his persistence was never ending until you indeed ate from his fork. He was grinning, you were rolling your eyes. Ridiculous.

Jeonghan was quick to slide his card to the waitress, not leaving you room to argue even if you did want to at least split it, but it was also nice to have someone pay for you…(but he didn’t need to know that).

The drive home was quiet, both enjoying the rush of the city passing by and the satisfying hum of the car’s engine. Once Jeonghan parked outside of your apartment building, he made no move to get out and simply shut the car off and relaxed back in his seat. 

“Mouse,” he turned his head towards you, a soft grin spread on his lips, eyes tired but still bright. “I really enjoyed our time out together.” 

“I did too, Jeonghan.”  Answering softly, you smiled, meeting his tired gaze with a similar look. 

Tonight was nice, one of the best dates despite it being so minimal. You weren’t someone that needed much to enjoy time spent with others, it’s why you were fond of the family dinners at the house on weekends. 

“I’d like to do this again sometime.” He sounded hopeful and you were glad to satisfy that desire.

“I’d love to go on another date with you, Jeonghan.” 

Though he was beaming, Jeonghan kept his excitement at bay, nodding a few times and moved to get out. You watched through the windshield as he quickly rounded the car and opened your door, holding a hand out to help you out. Humoring him, you took his hand and stepped out, sliding your purse over your shoulder and letting him close the door. He walked you all the way to your apartment door, holding your hand, standing close while taking the elevator up and when waiting for you to unlock the door. Turning to him, you felt his thumb run over your knuckles and he gazed at you fondly. 

“Thank you for tonight, Jeonghan.” 

“It’s my pleasure.”

There was a small internal battle going on within you. The idea was tempting and you didn’t know if you would let it win…. but… 

Leaning up the best you could in your wedged heels, you placed a chaste kiss on Jeonghan's cheek. His hand tensed in your hold but it quickly subsided and you pulled back, your own cheeks matching the deep flush that spread on his face. 

“Goodnight, Mouse.” He hasn’t stopped smiling at you.

You gave a quick nod of your head and a small step back. Jeonghan was hesitant to let go of your hand but as you reached and pushed the door open, his hands easily slipped out of the hold. 

Another step back into your apartment has your heart feeling just the slightest bit heavier. “Goodnight, Jeonghan.” 

He stayed until the door was fully shut and you waited a few moments before sprinting full speed to your room and jumping into bed, wiggling around like a teenager after their very first date. You floated around your apartment when getting ready to bed and drifted to sleep with a new found fondness that continued to grow. 

When Jeonghan got home, it wasn’t too late but a majority of the lights in the house were off. He was quiet as he entered from the garage but Joshua was sitting on an armchair, a book held open in his hand while a lamp was the only light illuminating a corner of the living room. 

Hearing him enter, Joshua dropped the book to his lap, placing a bookmark to hold his place and raised a brow curiously at the daydreamy look on Jeonghan’s face. 

“Good date?” 

“One of the best I’ve ever been on.” Jeonghan shuffled over and collapsed on a couch near his friend, puffing out a sigh while smiling. “She agreed we should go out again. We talked so much at dinner and I walked with her to his apartment door.” He raised his arms to the ceiling like the structure above could help him comprehend everything. “Then she kissed my cheek! I felt like I could have exploded.” 

Joshua listened to him ramble, resting his elbow on the armrest and his cheek on his hand. He had never heard Jeonghan speak so animatedly about anything outside of his SVT activities; he liked the change. It gave Jeonghan more human aspects. 

“I’m glad you had a good time. She seems to bring out a different version of you.” 

Jeonghan let his arms fall to his stomach. “That’s the thing, Shua…I don’t feel like I have to put on a show for her. I feel normal for one of the first times in nearly ten years.” 

“I think we can all use a little bit of normality.” 

“I hope we can all find our own versions of normal sooner or later, Shua.” 

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A/N: My entry for @xxsycamore's Late Summer Rendezvous event. @ominousjangling and I are making this a Cyran kind of night. Her very sweet fluff fic can be found here.

Cyran x Reader, Prompt: Sweat running down body

A sort-of continuation of the events in this Kiss fic, and then this one.

WC: ~1k

How did we get here?

The thought gathers in your mind only to scatter like a flock of starlings at the feel of his impatient mouth dragging over the tender skin of your neck, the greedy dig of his fingers into your hips, the sudden earthquake inside when he pulls you roughly against him (there is no gentle knight here), pressing all of your softness into the hard lines of his body like he wants nothing more than to disappear into it. 

How did we get here?

The answer is in his earthen groan as you grasp his damp sunset hair tightly and the frenzied rhythm of your heartbeat when you're suddenly lifted into his strong arms and find yourself placed upon his desk, the contents of which he scatters with a sweep of his arm, papers fluttering forlornly to the ground.

You got here because you were tossing and turning in your bed, your mind as restless as a caged animal, shuffling from one end of its iron prison to another, fueled by the memory of kissing Cyran in the rain. The heat of his mouth mixing with the cold sting of the water replayed itself over and over until you couldn’t stand it any longer. You had to confront him about what happened. It had to be discussed. 

Yes, discussed. Your mind tried desperately to temper the fire in your body, the one whose long, slow flames keep licking higher and higher.

Although the rain had stopped, the night sky was still bedecked with clouds, shrouding the earth in oppressive, humid darkness. You chanced that darkness, slippered feet whispering over the wet path to the armory, taking the steps up to Cyran’s room as quickly as a bird in flight. The wooden door looked so imposing now that you were standing in front of it. Dark and heavy. Would he even open it? What if your midnight knocking was met with the tip of his broadsword?

He tastes sweeter than any honeyed wine. He touches you like a master sculptor does a soft block of clay, his hands knowing exactly where to linger, where to clutch, where to press, where to caress. Nothing on this earth is as thrilling as the sound of your name when it rolls from his lips in a soft growl.

You knocked on the door, striking the rough wood with a force you didn’t know you had.

Cyran’s bedroom is as humid as the night. Sweat beads across his forehead, rolls in tantalizing trails down the side of his neck. Your hand is gripping that neck. Your mouth is pressed against it. His hand on your thigh. His hand moving higher. Your mouth opens, biting into his shoulder to silence your gasps. You taste the salt of his body on your tongue. He feels the heat of your desire on his fingers.

“We have to talk.” Your words were steadier than you actually felt. Because when he had opened the door, he still damp from the rain and shirtless, a sight that literally took your breath away. A soldier’s body of honed muscle, glistening with lines of perspiration that highlighted not only the grooves of hard muscle but several white scars that speak of the dangers of that profession. Cyran was exhausted, his red hair a tousled mess on his head, dark circles under his eyes. You caught the faint scent of whiskey as he stared at you, exhaling softly. His gaze, bright with drink, with the memory of your kiss, dropped away from you.

“I don’t think that is a good idea.” His words were rough with emotion because they went against everything his heart and body were screaming for.

“Please,” you murmured, taking a step towards him.

“Please,” you beg, voice cracking with lightning, your legs wrapping around him to pull him closer.

He exhaled slowly, then stepped to the side, leaving you room to come in.

He exhales raggedly, hand on the laces of his pants, leaving no room for doubt.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” His words were quiet, his gaze tortured as he looked at you and all the forbidden things you represented. Your answer was the decisive sound of his bedroom door closing.

“Are you sure you want this?” His words are rough, sharp like broken glass, his gaze dark with need as he looks at you and all the tantalizing things you represent. Your answer is the decisive grasping of his hips with greedy hands, the upward drive of yours with impatience.

 “Yes.” You leaned against the door as if you could absorb some strength from its solid presence. Your palms flattened against the rough grain of the wood and then you pushed off it, taking a step towards him. “I can’t…..I can’t ignore this, Cyran. We can’t pretend this isn’t happening.”

“Yes.” The word is pried from your throat as your body coils with desire, fire rushing through you in wild, untameable currents. Your fingers curl into the silken wildfire of his hair, your palm is flat against the muscled line of his waist. “I can’t,” you gasp even as the clouds part and heaven is within your sights, blindingly bright and agonizingly close. 

“It’s no good,” he answered, his heart too worn from aching, from denying what he has felt from the moment he first saw you. He took a step towards you, all of the armor around his heart collapsing in the face of what he felt.

“You’re so good,” he rasps against your neck, driving you both closer and closer.

“No.” He paused, defeated as he met your bright gaze. “No,” he repeated. “I cannot deny what I feel.”

“Yes….”

“Yes….”

You echo each other’s raw, broken whispers. And then words vanish, like water in sunlight as the night explodes with a final thrust of his hips. 

Those words were all you needed. His arms opened the moment you began moving towards him, as unable to resist each other as the moon could the stars. 

He gathers you in his arms, holding you against him. His hand comes up to push your sweat-damp hair away from your face, fingers brushing against your flushed cheeks.

“I want you, Cyran,” you murmured against his lips, giving voice to the secret that had been growing in your heart for weeks. The words shot through him like a flaming arrow, lighting up his entire heart, setting his soul on fire. He answered you with a blistering kiss.

How did we get here?

As Cyran carries you to his bed, as he gently lays you down and then follows, pulling you into the warm, safe circle of his arms, you realize that the question of ‘how’ is irrelevant.

You are here. 

And that’s all that matters.

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hey !! could you write something with sieun having an airhead reader like she is a little bit dumb but she is really kind ! thank you if you do so ^^ i think that would be a fluff with a she/her reader thank you again !!

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kdrama!sieun x reader

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tags: gender neutral reader, teasing, sieun is kinda mean if you squint, airhead/dumb reader, cursing

note: idk how to feel ab this one sjjssj, hope you enjoy anonnie !!

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"hey sieun,"

he stopped reading the textbook in front of him to take out the earpods he had on, looking in your direction, signaling for you to continue.

"do you have any paper i could borrow?"

"no." he turned back around, going back to resume the work he was doing.

"ya, sieun!" you cocked your head to the side as you stood in front of him, "don't you ever eat lunch?"

the boy stared up at you, his gaze on the verge of a glare. "no." he went back to his work.

"but, how can you work with an empty stomach?"

he took a deep breath in, then out. he ignored you, hoping you'd go away. you stared at him for several more seconds before walking away. finally, he was left alone to finish his work before the break was over.

not for long though, apparently. minutes passed by before you came back. "sieun!! i got you some food! you must be so hungry, studying so hard all day," you placed a roll of gimbap and water bottle onto his desk. "how do you do that, anyway? my brain starts to hurt if i read for too long." you pouted. sieun knew you would not leave him alone if he ignored you, you were too...dense to realize he did not want to talk to you. he exasperatedly placed his pencil onto his desk, unwrapping the food in front of him. you smiled, seeing as you finally got him to do something other than say "no" or sigh.

whether he liked it or not, sieun unknowingly opened the floodgates for you to treat him more than a classmate. you met with him in the hallways, walking with him to class. you somehow managed to beat him to the classroom everyday, and you'd chat his ear off as he tuned you out. he found out that if he kept nodding you'd think he was listening. the thing is though, the more you did the things you did everyday, the more he came to expect it, and as a result, not mind it.

you began to buy him breakfast from the convienience store every morning: yogurt, a triangle gimbap, and a mini vitamin c drink. at first he denied them, but he quickly became accostomed to only having the gimbap, then trying the yogurt, then eventually having everything with you. you'd always turn a desk around to in front of his, making a make-shift table.

lunch was the same, you'd buy lunch and sit with him, talking about whatever popped into your mind. soon enough he started to listen. one could say he even.. liked it.

only a little though- yeah. a little. nothing could get in the way of his studies, he told himself.

that's to say he was more than a little shocked when one day he walked into the class at his usual time and you weren't there. maybe you woke up late? he tried to reason with his growling stomach. when you finally arrived in class with just a minute to spare, you didn't give him a glance.

days went by where you didn't bother speaking to him, and sieun felt very conflicted. he didn't know what to do in this type of situation, literally having no experience. but after lots of thinking, he decided it'd be best to ask you himself instead of wasting time speculating.

he knew your route home was along the way to his, and finally taking the intiative, he watched you as you walked home, following you from a distance. he couldn't place a finger on why it felt weird.

a minute, then two, then eventually five went by before you noticed anything suspisious. you would glance behind you and notice him- at first you assumed he was just on his way home, but after he passed the turn to his place, you were on alert.

sieun didn't even know what his plan was at this point; he at first wanted to talk to you before he passed his apartment, but it was way too late for that now, so he made the desision to pick up his pace and meet you at the point you were at.

as you heard the rapidly approaching footsteps, you whipped around, tired of the nagging that someone was watching you, ready to confront it head on. "what do you want!?" sieun almost jumped at the suddeness of your outburst, watching as tears welled up in your eyes. "i finally fucking understand, you don't have to pity me. clealy i'm too dumb to hang out with you because it took me this long to figure it out." you immediately regretted the words that left your mouth, feeling the embarrassment creeping up your body. he watched as you began walking away, finally making a move to catch up with you and grab your shoulder. "wait," he watched as you tried to shake him off, but was unable to due to the force he used to spin you around. "it's not like that.

i'm.. sorry i made you feel that way. please don't think i don't enjoy your company." he maintained eye contact with your tear stained eyes, "i appreciate it when you buy meals for me..." it took a bit for him to finish, "i don't think you're dumb." he watched the expression on your face, trying to detect any change in response to his words.

however, it wasn't anything as he expected, the tears that were trapped in your eyes escaped and your face scrunched up with sadness. "oh," sieun stood shocked. he thought you'd feel better. he didn't know what to do.

luckily, he didn't need to, as you stepped forward and embraced him. "..thank you.. i really needed to hear that." you mumbled into his collarbone, hiding your face in his jacket. you missed him a lot.

he didn't say anything as he hesitated to wrap his arms around you. just as quickly as you'd hugged him, you let him go, instead opting to hold his hand. your red eyes and tear stained cheeks were the only evidence that you'd been crying, the smile adorning your face proving otherwise. sieun looked down at your hands as you spoke, "let's go out to eat, okay? you must be hungry from all those missed meals," he looked back at you and nodded. your face turned from his as you pulled him along, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. finally, he had you back.

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MY ONLY LOVE- Jake Sim x Reader: Ch. 5

description- y/n is an upcoming soloist in belift, she was previously in a disbanded group and the company decided to give her a chance. one day she runs into ex-boyfriend, jake sim, in the canteen. it was awkward and embarrassing and for weeks she tries to avoid him. you can’t avoid people forever though, especially when the company who gave her a chance tells her she has to fake date her ex boyfriend publicly.

genre- exes to lovers, fake dating, idol AU, romcom.

includes- enhypen, y/n (obviously), bahiyyih (kep1er), hikaru (kep1er), new jeans, different idol cameos (i.e probably mark lee, bangchan, etc)

WRITTEN CHAPTER- wc: 1.5k

warnings- the reader gets creeped on (nothing written it is just mentioned)

“FOLLOW UP MEETING!”

You sat there unaware of the events happening backstage. Meeting your fans was truly a blissful experience if there were more women in your crowd. You tried not to tense up anytime a man went to grab your hand or hand you a present. The only fansign you had previous to this was with your group, and safe to say, the fanbase was primarily women. This was a whole different field for you, your brain kept telling you not to be rude and just try your best to look happy with the compliments you were getting. All their eyes on you stressed you out. Around the end of the fansign your face hurt from trying to keep up your composure.

When you finally got backstage after waving to everyone you took a deep breath. You hated this. You hated the gross comments and perverted smiles the male fans gave you. You were thankful for the other people in the crowd who treated you like a human being, but it wasn’t a lot.

“Y/n!” You looked up and saw Bahiyyih running towards you. Soul not near her.

“What’s going on?” Your jaw slacked as she dragged you to another part of the building. Your confused eyes bouncing around the different area’s corridors. You swore you locked eyes with someone familiar.

Bahiyyih sat you down and started ranting and raving about Soul doing something. You just sat there, eyes welding up with tears. You finally got your solo career and yet, why does it feel this bad. Did your hard work really mean nothing? All your trials and tribulations led up to just being outright disrespected by people who were supposed to be your-

“Soul literally-“

“I am not Soul!” The voice said, your eyes looked up and locked with a very tall guy, his roots blond and the tips almost a black. You recognized him. He was from Enhypen, which meant-

“Y/n are you alright?” The guy knelt in front of you, Bahiyyih went to push him away from you but stopped when a couple tears fell from your eyes.

You blinked them back and looked down at your hand which was now automatically wiping your face, “I’m sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

Just then two more bodies came into the room…

Soul and Jake…

“Y/n!” Soul rushed over to you. Jake not far behind him.

“Did someone say something to you?” Bahiyyih asked, sitting down next to you. Riki pulled Jake and Soul to the side, telling them to give you space.

You swallowed hard and looked down, “I-“

Before you could speak your manager ran into the room, “what happened?”

“I was disrespected the whole time…” You blinked as if you couldn’t believe what the past tortious two hours involved, “there were barely any respectful male fans and I just had to sit there…” Your manager nodded, listening and kneeling in front of you. He held your hand and tried to calm you down.

“I will talk to people about this alright? We will figure it out…”

You stared down at your hands, your manager got up and said something to your friends and part of-

“Wait.” You looked up and really looked at Jake and Riki, “what are you two doing here?”

Your manager looked at you, “you know them?”

Soul chuckled lightly and Bahiyyih glared at him.

“You can say that, yeah. I’ve known that one a little longer than anyone here.” Your hand rose lightly to point at Jake in the softest way possible. You were always taught that pointing was rude. Jake looked at you silently, the only thing showing emotion was the fact he was blinking rapidly. Maybe you were just emotional at the moment, but it was comforting in a sense that he still had that habit. Your manager nodded before rushing out. Presumably to get a car ready for you to leave.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked and took a tissue from Bahiyyih.

“Soul invited us!” Riki said and put his arm around your friend. Soul only glared at him in an accusatory manner.

Jake was still looking at you, it was like he had something to say but didn’t know how to word it. For both of you, a million things could be said. But before either of you could say anything, you were swept away by staff as Jake just sat there looking at you.

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Right when you got back to the BeLift building, immediately you were called into a meeting. This scared you immensely. You just got this job, then had a mental breakdown after a fanmeet, everything about this was a recipe for disaster. You sat in the chair, waiting for your boss to talk to you. Your manager sat next to you and tried to keep calm as well. If you were out of a job, he was out of someone to manage. The room was tense, almost like they were cutting off the oxygen supply slowly and steadily.

When your boss sat down in front of you, he had a smile.

“It’s nice to see you again..!”

You forced a smile back, “very nice to see you too!”

He nodded and set down a folder in front of him, “I am going to cut right to the chase, if that is okay with you? I am busy and so are you.”

“Are you firing me?” You cringed at the thought, your manager tensing up too.

Your boss let out a small laugh, “nonono!” He sat up and looked at you, “I have a deal for you.” He stood up now and pulled up his laptop on the medium sized TV on the other side of the room.

“You see, we could kill two birds with one stone here! You have male fans that make you uncomfortable, no?”

You blinked slowly, “I-I do…”

“And our company has an issue with fans in general!” He pulled up a slide that showed various graphs and photos of tweets, trucks, statements, and more that you didn’t really have time to comprehend, “our idea is simple, you show that you have a public relationship with another idol in this section of the company and 1. Your male fans should lay off you, 2. The fans in general should start to lay off the fact their idols talk to other people.”

Your manager sat up, “so you want Y/n to fake date a random guy she doesn’t even know? You are putting her in a position where she is forced to be around a man she isn’t close with even when she had to sit through-“

“Ah no! You see, when you told us Y/n had friends to talk to after the fanmeet we found the perfect other candidate!” Your boss walked through the door and opened it, practically ushering someone in. You felt your heart stop when you saw it was Jake.

You had to fake date your ex-boyfriend.

“Jake?” You looked at him, he looked at you, almost frozen in place. You assumed they had already told him in a separate meeting. He was stiff when your boss sat him down next to you.

“The plan is, for you guys to go on little dates for a few months, we will let disbatch collect photos well as, sneaking them an insider tip to let them reveal your relationship by New Years.”

Your manager didn’t look too happy, “it’s September. You want them to fake date well into next year? This is immensely messed up, not just for them but also to their fans. This could be a disaster.”

“And if it isn’t a disaster, our boy groups won’t have to worry about not conversing with someone the opposite sex, and Y/n won’t have to deal with as many creepy male fans.” Your boss seemed sure of himself.

“I’ll do it.”

You looked over to Jake who had seemingly relaxed, his eyes focused on the PowerPoint, which now displayed photos of the protest trucks, and now things that were said about you from after the fanmeet. You didn’t want to read them, so you looked down.

“Y/n?” Your boss called up to you, you looked up and saw he was ushering a pen and paper, another contract. You read it over carefully, making sure it was everything he just went over. At the bottom of the page, you saw Jake had already signed it. When you looked over to him, he was looking at you, almost like the same way he did back when you were 16.

You grabbed the pen and signed it. If this is what protected you, and hopefully other people, then you might as well. How bad could this really be?

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a/n: i think i maybe made this chapter a little too intense for a romcom :( i really blame the minecraft music in the background! i couldn't help it! anyways, i really embarrassed myself in my online bio class so that's nice :( i also have a quiz tomorrow AND LITERALLY AN EXAM ON MONDAY! I FEEL SICK! i also have a doctors appointment tomorrow and i am really nervous. its for something that has been bothering me for the past couple years and i am just now getting looked at. so i am very scared, i will be okay though :0 i am posting this chapter the tomorrow morning so in the future lol. i hope tomorrow morning jayjay is feeling okay! anyways, remember to eat well today, i have been lacking in that department and need to get better at it.

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[Mermaid!Sakura AU - #4]

Sasuke can't tell exactly what he is feeling. It's like his whole body is actively fighting for him not to pass out and yet he can’t take his eyes off the woman with a massive fish tail in his bathtub.

Is this what going insane is like? One just starts having hallucinations, seeing things and hearing them talk? He didn't think he was actually this close to completely losing it. And since the war, he has been having a hard time dealing with injuries, and the mere sight of the blood on her fin makes him nauseated.

“Are you ok?” she asks, and it's like he's hearing her from far away. Her voice. It does things to his brain that are not normal.

He doesn’t manage to speak.

“Can you help me stitch it up?”

His brain struggles to understand what she's asking. “What?”

“My fin. It needs stitches. Please.”

He shakes his head quickly. “What… No, I'm not a doctor…”

She seems to panic. “If it heals like this I'll struggle to swim forever!”

He needs to go to sleep and maybe when he wakes up this will all be a bad dream. “I can’t do that.”

“You can.”

“You don’t understand, I… I’m bad with… injuries.”

“I know you can do it.”

Her voice makes him want to believe her. It fills his brain and makes every cell of his body want to trust her. “No, it'll hurt you,” he says.

“The fin is so thin, I'll barely feel it. It’s only temporary discomfort so that I can swim normally again.”

“Can you do it yourself if I bring you supplies?”

“I would, but my tail is sprained. I can’t move it to reach it.”

“We really need to call the doctor.”

“Please don't!”

Her voice is desperate and it pierces his chest. Her eyes water and they glimmer like the sunset over the ocean. A tear, milky and iridescent like a pearl, rolls down her cheek. Suddenly, he would literally do anything for her to stop crying.

He fumbles in his basement for his old military trunk. He finds a field first aid kit that has what he needs. Still, his stomach twists at the idea of stitching her skin. He tries to breathe to calm himself down.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he says reluctantly when he is back in the bathroom.

“Please…”

"Tell me if it hurts."

"It'll be fine," she says like an encouragement.

With impossible care, he brings together the torn sides of the fin, and gets to work. He glances at her but she seems fine. Only when he reaches a ray of the fin, she whines softly.

“I'm sorry,” he says.

“Keep going.”

He tries to be fast but he can see that she's more and more uncomfortable. "It's done," he finally says when the whole length is stitched. "It's not–"

"It's perfect." Her face is sheer relief and exhaustion. She gives him a weak smile. “Thank you.”

“Are you ok?”

She nods. “I just need to rest until it heals.”

“Do you need to stay in the water?”

She shakes her head. “I can come out. I just need to soak for a few hours when I feel dry. To be honest... I’m a little squished in there.”

He nods and drains the bath water. He tries not to stare when her tail retracts and splits into two long and white legs. He's still unsure it's real. He covers her with a large towel.

Sakura is very relieved that her wound is fixed. Not being able to swim properly would have made her an easy prey in the ocean.

And she barely felt the pain of the stitches as she was watching him do it, so focused on her, so careful not to hurt her, slightly frowning and yet so handsome as he took care of her. He lifts her out of the bathtub and sits her down on the floor again.

He hands her a strange device that he connects to the wall. He gestures for her to press the button and it makes a deafening noise as it blows burning heat in her face. She quickly throws it away from herself. He laughs lightly as he picks it up.

“You will get cold if you keep your hair wet.” He angles the device toward the back of her hair and gently runs his fingers through her long pink strands. She understands. She lets him dry her hair. His touch is slow and soft and the air around her is warm. It’s very pleasant.

When she’s dry, he hands her a piece of clothing and helps her put it on. It's a black t-shirt similar to the one he is wearing, except on her it's baggy and covers her down to the middle of her thighs. It smells like him.

He lifts her up and carries her again and she basks in the warmth of his skin against hers. She can feel the beat of his heart. There is something comforting about him. She could fall asleep in his arms.

He brings her to another room, away from the couch. “You'll be better on the bed,” he says as he gently puts her down. “You can sleep if you want to. I'll go find something to eat. What do you like?”

She blinks. “... Crab?”

He seems relieved. “I can find that. See you in a bit.”

“Wait– Your name?”

“... Sasuke.”

She nods. “I’ll wait for you, Sasuke.”