#over 2k words of angst woo

[allyricas]

it's golden like daylight

eddie and steve who are like stupidly in love, but a misunderstanding leads to a devastating breakup. no staying awkward friends, no wishing each other the best. nope, they are hurting and want nothing to do with the other. they don't communicate and it takes others getting involved for things to finally work out. it's months of angst before the daylight finally breaks.

I once believe love would be burning red But it's golden Like daylight, like daylight Like daylight, like daylight I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I can never look away I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you Things will never be the same

steve who hears eddie telling wayne that things with steve are fun, just a fling. it's nothing serious, uncle wayne. i mean, it's steve harrington, how serious could it really be? wayne is a taciturn, quiet man and just shakes his head at eddie's foolishness. he knows his nephew is in love, but afraid. neither of them realize steve overheard. steve doesn't understand that eddie didn't mean 'it's steve harrington' as a slight against him, but rather, against eddie himself. it's steve harrington, how serious could he be about eddie munson? it's meant to be self-deprecating and vicious only to himself.

the word nothing repeats in steve's head for weeks. he pulls away from eddie, but tries to pretend nothing is wrong. as much as it hurts, he loves eddie and doesn't want to lose him. he knows he's running hot and cold, but he's trying to hold it together. they're relationship was a secret to nearly everyone. only robin knew and eddie's best friend jeff knew. and his uncle knew since steve nearly lived in the trailer.

he can't start acting weird around eddie without alerting the entire party that something is wrong. it hurts knowing eddie think he's nothing serious. that he's still king steve to eddie, that all the soft, romantic moments meant something very different to steve.

a few weeks of steve acting strange has eddie panicking. he thinks all of his fears are coming true, so he gets mean after steve sits on the other side of the couch, barely looking his way. he decides to confront him. says how he knew king steve would do this, that it was all just an experiment, bullshit even. how he should have known.

and steve hears that word from someone he loves again and it breaks him. he lets his old self out to handle things. steve goes cold and totally emotionless. he's unaffected, untouchable and this is nothing, bullshit and he won't cry in front of eddie. make them think you don't care he thinks to himself.

he rolls his eyes, scoffs and tells eddie's it's over. tells him to throw his shit out, to lose his number, that he's had his fun, and the fling is over. and he walks out of the trailer without looking back. the minute forest hills is out of sight, the mask drops and he falls apart. he has to pull over so he can sob until he can't breathe. he's not sure how long he stays parked in the dark, crying over the fact that he lost eddie. that after everything they went through, apparently eddie never really saw him and never actually loved him. steve figures the only thing he can do is pretend he's fine.

eddie is broken. he is so shocked by the way steve left, laughed at him when he broke things off that he can't even cry until his uncle comes home in the morning. he wanted to fight about it. wanted steve to fight for him and instead, his worst fear came true.

seeing his uncle's concerned face is all it takes for him to finally break down. he cries and tries explaining what happened. wayne so much as tells him that none of it makes a lick of sense because that boy is head over heels for you son. eddie is heartbroken, totally unaware that his cruel words are the catalyst to the whole breakup. even when steve throws the words right back to him, eddie never makes the connection.

eddie doesn't handle it well. he's visibly falling apart during campaigns, stops going to band practice. loses weight he really couldn't afford to lose. steve seems fine. he's carrying on as if they were never even together. it hurts so badly to see steve carry on as if they weren't together and hadn't just broken up. the only person who knows all the painful details is robin because steve is convinced that no one needs to know, that it would out eddie. she occasionally glares eddie's way, but stays out of it at steve's insistence.

privately, steve is truly a mess. he's cried more over the last few months more than he has in his entire life. he tries to be there for the kids, to put on a happy face so no one knows just how badly eddie hurt him, but he feels the way the kids stare at him. he feels their concern so he just tries to fake it better. he tries to go out on dates, but none of them mean a thing. he can't touch them or kiss them without wishing it was eddie. he throws up the first time he tries to kiss a girl outside her apartment. it's wrong, it's not eddie and he only wanted to kiss him.

steve sees the way eddie is wasting away. the kids tell him about how eddie's depressed, quit his band and doesn't bother with the campaigns he wrote. it infuriates steve because how dare eddie act like he's the heartbroken one. eddie is the one who didn't want steve, couldn't reciprocate the love steve felt. he heard him so much as tell uncle wayne that it was nothing. that they were an experiment, that eddie always viewed him as the shitty high school jock he couldn't seem to escape. it just made steve bitchier towards eddie, because how dare he?! he ignores the worried voice in his head that wants to go to eddie. the urge to care for him never seems to fully leave.

it's not until wayne and steve finally run into each other a few months after the breakup that steve starts to think maybe eddie's actually hurting. wayne is kind to him, but has that disappointed look in his eye that hurts worse than any angry words. wayne looks tired and when steve asks how he is, he sighs the worlds heaviest sigh. tells steve about how eddie isn't doing so good. won't eat, won't leave his room. that he's watching his boy waste away and that he still doesn't understand what even happened between the two of them.

which...confuses steve. steve tells him as much. mentions the conversation he overheard, that he knows eddie doesn't love him, doesn't see him that way. he admits that he's in love with eddie, that he only walked away because eddie basically told him to. that he tried to make things work even when he knew that eddie wanted something different.

he asks wayne to keep the conversation between the two of them because he thinks eddie just needs time to let go. all wayne says in return is that eddie can't let steve go because he cares for you steve. my nephew makes a lot of mistakes, but make no mistake, the boy's missing you something terrible. steve knows wayne would never lie to him.

while steve and wayne have their heart to heart, robin finally cracks and confronts eddie. if she has to listen to steve cry himself to sleep one more time, she might commit homicide. the whole thing is ridiculous because she saw the way eddie looked at steve. he was either the world's best actor or something else is going on. so she makes her way over to forest hills knowing steve is busy grocery shopping and running errands.

when eddie opens the door, she actually gasps out loud because he looks terrible. too skinny, dark circles under his eyes, hair a wreck. he's not even wearing his rings. all her righteous fury dissipates as she looks at eddie.

he's quiet, all the manic, quirky energy that surrounds him gone. he looks like a shell of the man she knew only a few months ago. she asks why he is so heartbroken if steve meant nothing to him. asks him why he cares so much over someone who was just a fling, an experiment? she tells eddie how steve heard him say those things to wayne, and still stayed until eddie called him king steve, an experiment, and bullshit that fateful night.

she tells him that steve is good at faking it, that he's done it all his life for his parents. she makes eddie listen as she tells him about the way steve cries himself to sleep every night. that he thinks he is unlovable. that he thought eddie was different. eddie's sobbing as robin tells him the unseen truth of just affected steve's been by their breakup.

he remembers that night he lied to wayne. he knew even wayne knew he was full of shit, just trying to guard his heart in a vulnerable moment. his steve...he would have only heard the words. eddie thinks he can feel the moment his heart finally cracks in two because this whole thing has been a severe misunderstanding that he caused. he knows steve is afraid of being too much. he knows his parents treated him like shit, made him feel like his love had to be earned and then made sure he could never fully earn it. knows about how nancy broke his heart. robin made sure to tell him that she also called him bullshit.

robin holds back his hair as the throws up. stays with him while he showers and helps him detangle his hair. lets him cry on her shoulder. she helps him clean his room and do his laundry and lets him talk it out. he admits that he is deeply in love with steve. he tells robin about how he lashed out when he felt steve drifting away from him. she makes him eat and drink some water. and then, she tells him it's time to make things right as she's leaving.

they're both realizing there has been a misunderstanding of epic proportion. eddie is sick knowing that steve heard him say things he didn't mean at all. steve's new knowledge means that eddie really is doing that badly. dustin and mike have been talking about how terrible he looks, but steve just thought it was teenage dramatics. they said he'd lost weight, wasn't eating. the urge to go see him is nearly impossible to ignore, but he's still not sure if he can... the words eddie said still replay in his mind.

he thinks of wayne, looking so concerned. thinks of the look on eddie's face the night he told him to lose his number, the shock on eddie's face as steve basically laughed at him as he broke it off. regardless of anything eddie said, steve is the one who said the words 'it's over'.

oh, my, god. steve feels ill because eddie thought steve considered him the experiment and that was the reason he'd been pulling away. they're fucking idiots, the both of them. months of heartbreak because they have the communication skills of repressed neanderthals. after a few hours of ruminating over all the ways he's fucked up, steve knows he has to make things right.

eddie is on his way out of the trailer to fix things when steve's bmw flies around the corner, skidding to a stop next to his van. he looks unhinged, like he's been crying and repeatedly running his hands through his hair. he's still in his family video vest and he's out of breath like he's run a marathon.

they stare at each other for a few moments before they start talking at the same time:

eddie: i'm so sorry, i didn't mean a goddamn word. steve: no, i'm sorry, i didn't even try to talk to you, i just acted all weird and you could tell something was wrong and- eddie: no this not on you stevie, i should have asked what was wrong, i lashed out because i was afraid you were leaving and- steve: no, i could have just talked to you, i love you so much and i was afraid you didn't feel the same way eddie: no, sweetheart i'm so in love with you, god it made me a little crazy and i was scared, wayne was asking me questions and i got defensive and i was totally lying. i love you so fucking much. steve: i'm so in love with you eddie: i don't think of you as king steve, i do see you steve, i know you. you are so easy to love, i promise. there is nothing about you that's bullshit. steve: i didn't want to leave that night, ed. i was so hurt and you said it was an experiment and i'm so stupid, i thought you meant it was that for you- eddie: hey, you are not stupid. we both fucked up, but i was mean and you were trying to protect yourself. steve: but i hurt you, baby you look like you haven't been taking care of yourself, please let me take care of you. eddie: we can take care of each other, love. i've missed you, please, forgive me? steve: only if you forgive me too.

they spend the next several weeks making up. it's a lot of physically reconnecting, of course, but it's also talking through everything. they want to be sure that they're communicating. this means talking through all the painful stuff, from the start of the issues and even before. it's eddie opening up about his urge to run whenever things get too good, that something will go wrong and that he's too much. it's steve explaining his deep seated fear he has to earn love and that he's never worthy of it unless he's done enough. they both have abandonment issues to work through, but they are committed to working through all of it together.

the heartbreak suffered during the six months they spent apart ends up transforming their relationship into something unshakeable. it's deeper, filled with a more encompassing love than before. it's pages of beautiful love songs that eddie can't help but write. it's steve knowing he'll follow eddie without a second thought once the band finally gets their big break. it's their beautiful future, golden like daylight, defined by love and no longer controlled by fear.

Like daylight It's golden like daylight You gotta step into the daylight and let it go Just let it go, let it go I wanna be defined by the things that I love Not the things I hate Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night I, I just think that You are what you love

[dreamyinception-world]

𝒜 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉

pairing: Fem Gamer!reader + Jung Wooyoung

w/c: 2k

Genre: Established Relationship, Smut, Slight Angst (woo is a sad boy for two secs)

Summary: On a day of virtual gaming and fun with your friends, a monthly tradition that you all enjoy, your boyfriend arrives home with some small favor that you simply can’t deny. 

Tws: Swearing/Foul Language

Sws: Pussy Eating (Woo goes mf IN my guy), Sensory Stimulation/Kink, Hair Pulling, Teasing, Overstimulation, Oral Fixation, Thigh Smothering, Pleasing Sub Woo (for the most part at least), Begging, Pussy Face Fuck, Slight Orgasm Denial

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: If the brain keeps cooking, let her cook as I always say. This is an idea that came to me randomly as I was getting ready in the morning. If anyone would like another part of this shot, please let me know! Otherwise enjoy and please let me know what you think. Thank you!

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“Hey, Y/N! You missed your shot! What happened?”

“S-Sorry! My computer’s acting weird!” 

Your fingers tightened around the ridges of your controller, trying to keep your breathing leveled and your body relaxed. 

You could only hope that you didn’t sound too weird on the other line where your friends were talking and having playful banter. 

It was game night after all, the titular moment of the month where everyone chooses their favorite game to play for a few hours to relax and unwind from the hustle and bustle of life and its demanding nature.

It had become somewhat a tradition after completing college and going on with your separate lives to keep in touch somehow— even if it meant through pixelated hand to hand combat.

Unfortunately for your friends, and consequently yourself, they didn’t have an oh so loving yet sometimes mischievous boyfriend named Wooyoung to subdue.

Genuinely, the moment of pure suspicion should have come when he entered the room 15 minutes ago, an all too sweet smile lingering on his face as rolled over beside you. With a phone in his hand and otherwise rapt attention to the shooter game your crew had indulged in, you had honestly thought nothing of it.

It wasn’t until about less than halfway through your match that you began to notice his demeanor become a bit..off out of your peripherals. 

His glances at you began to linger a bit longer, his eyes combed down your figure with longer glances towards your favorite fluffy panda shorts and matching over the knee socks. 

He was debating something, but you were too absorbed in the game with your mic turned on to ask him.

It wasn’t until his hand fell onto your thigh, brushing his thumb against it that you knew something was up. 

Once the first match finally came to a close, you excused yourself and muted your mic.

“Baby, do you need to ask me something? You were waiting so long, I’m sorry.”

The boy perked and you almost immediately noticed the way the top of his cheeks began to tinge a light shade of pink.

“Mm, no it’s okay. I don’t want to keep you away from your game-” His words were cut off by a small, loving peck with a warm smile. You cupped his cheeks, hearing your friends chattering on the other line through your headsets.

“It’s okay, I have some time. What is it, Woobie?”

He hesitated, biting the inside of his lip with eyes flickering between your computer screen and your face. The longer he took to respond, the more concerned you started to become.

Were you playing so much that he felt nervous to ask for your attention?

“Wooyoung? Are you-”

“I wanted to taste you.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out. “H-Huh?”

Wooyoung cleared his throat, shifting himself in his computer chair, his eyes glued to the ground.

“We haven’t messed around or anything in a while— I know you’ve been busy and so have I so it’s been difficult for us to both be in the mood and not too tired for it to happen.” He took in a short inhale and looked directly into your eyes.

“But I miss you so badly and it’s driving me crazy..please?”

It took a minute for your mind to system reboot after his confession before you cupped his cheeks, pressing a more lingering kiss onto his lips. When the two of you separated, you searched his face for any lingering feelings besides the evident lust and desire.

My poor baby..

“Yo where the hell is she? I wanna start the next round~”

“I don’t know! Y/N! Are you there?”

“Sorry guys! I needed to help Wooyoung with something. I’ll be there in just a sec!” You released your finger off the speaker button, turning your attention back to your patient lover, waiting for your response still.

With fingers combing lovingly through his hair, you give him a small nod of approval. He almost immediately shakes his head, taking your hand and presses open mouth kisses to the back of them.

“I need to hear you say it. Do you want me to please you?”

You bite the inside of your lip, feeling yourself throb at the sensation of his tongue running slowly against your knuckles. He doesn’t push you for a response, leisurely continuing his actions down your hand to your fingertips.

He fixes you with a calm, yet sweltering stare, finding back a laugh or smile at the way you seemingly shrink back in response.

“O-Okay you can. Just don’t make me mess up too hard on my game. I d-don’t want the others to-AH!”

Wooyoung barely wastes any time after being given the green light, kicking his chair back towards his desk after grabbing the cushion from off of it. He finds his way comfortably on the floor, pulling you forward by your legs and stirring a yelp out of you. He mumbles something about how good you smell and the cuteness of your outfit whilst simultaneously yanking your bottoms off in one fell swoop.

That’s how you got here, with your one leg being held off to the side and the other perched onto your needy boyfriend’s shoulder, panties “unfortunately” being ripped and his tongue dragging against your clit.

You were silently ordered by his glance and a raise of an eyebrow to continue playing your game, biting back a small moan that was threatening to fall past your lips as he glided his tongue up and down your whole core.

He let out a small hum, not loud enough to be heard by anyone but you and him, reaffirming his grip possessively as he languidly spit on your clit. He watched it slowly trickle down before slurping around the slightly puffy bud.

Your muscles tightened in his grasp, mouth drawing open into a small ‘o’ with half lidded eyes, struggling to keep yourself focused enough to follow the orders given by your team.

Every single ounce of the game contrasted with the pure torture that you were being subjected to, albeit by your own approval.

And of course tonight was the one night that he decided to take his time to make every string keeping you together would slowly begin to snap.

He moved his hands up to your waistline, keeping himself pressed against you and rendering your lower half completely at will to him, shifting your dripping cunt up and down against his tongue with dark eyes. 

“Take the shot, Y/N! Take it!”

You practically slammed your thumb against the button of your controller, the boom of your weapon cracking into your ears though you barely registered if your aim was even correct. Your body slid a quarter down, controller barely hanging on one hand as you gripped the top of Wooyoung’s hair and rolled down in unison.

“M-Mm!” You pressed your lips together, removing your hand to shakily press a button on your headphones and shoving them off your head with the mic turned away from your mouth, sweat dripping down your chin as you fought the urge to beg.

His lips upturned at the sight of your disheveled look.

Not yet, just a little more.

You held back a whine when his speed slowed, believing that maybe he was going to take mercy on you with the kisses pressed to your inner thighs, and turned your attention back to the game.

Though your movements were slowed from your head nearly spinning, you continued on with the match.

Moments later, he had his eyes on you again, sucking one of your lips hard in his mouth and letting it out with a loud pop. 

Before you could even begin to lightly scold him, he pushed down on your mound with his palm and flicked his tongue quickly against your clit before groaning and burying his face into you, sucking on your clit hungrily and messily. 

He ignored the mix of drool and juices that ran down his chin and dripped onto the chair. His only care in the world was the way your eyes immediately screwed shut and your chair creaked in protest from being bent backward. 

Wooyoung’s eyes nearly rolled at the sensations of your fluffy socks brushing against his ears and pressure of your thighs around his head, brushing his tongue against your entrance before abusing her swollen bud between his lips.

“W-Woo, p-please!” The cry slipped past your lips without a second thought, unable to control the tremble of your thighs and flexing of your stomach muscles as you inched closer to your release.

“You don’t have to beg baby.” He purred, taking the short second to breathe with lips shimmering.

“I’ll give you anything you want and more.”

He dipped his head back down, reveling in the filthy noises that were erupting from your mouth as he slurped loudly, nodding his head and tightening his hold on you hard to keep you from running away from him.

You’ve almost completely forgotten about your game now, instead chasing the sweet high that has you reaching for anything to steady yourself. 

With one hand gripping the head of the chair and the other one his head, your whole body jolts with a sharp and shaky moan, cumming on his face. 

He wickedly lets out a muffled chuckle, eyes falling closed to collect his prize against your feeble pushes of his head and whines of desperation. Satisfaction on his face, he finally releases you and earns a swift smack to the back of his head.

“Y-You said you weren’t going to distract me too much from my game!”

“I didn’t say anything.” His voice dripped with lust still, moving himself up to your face with a lazy smile. Your eyes narrowed at him with an arm slung around his shoulders, allowing him to enjoy your deep kisses and tongue before you tugged him back by his hair.

“Are you going to punish me? Do it. Please?” You shook your head in disbelief, seeing him smile wide and laugh.

“Yo, Y/N! At least mute your mic if you’re going to have a live session with your boyfriend!”

You push Wooyoung off of you and scramble to slide your headsets back on, only to realize that the button you pressed was for noise cancellation, not muting.

“Oh my god, I cannot believe I had to be subjected to that! And it was in the middle of our game?!”

“Next time, just tap out of the round!”

A chorus of laughter erupted over the call mixed in with you cursing them out through stutters and your burning cheeks, yelling for them to stop teasing you.

Snapping your head around to the doorway, Wooyoung made himself comfortable leaning against the frame, swiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and lightly sucking on it with a smirk.

“You are so fucking dead.” 

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bad decisions | jjk - series masterlist

title credit: bad decisions - bts

pairing: bartender!jungkook x female reader | strangers-friends-lovers, fwb

synopsis

it's simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook's ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free. the issue? you've a fear of intimacy. jungkook, a fear of rejection. and you've both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions.

genre / tropes: smut, fluff, a lil angst, bartender!jk, student!jk, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers (?), fwb, deal arrangement, undefined relationship (they're just friends! just besties!!), miscommunication, idiots in love, emotional slow burn, bucket list (a.k.a. the birds) - see read more for warnings & authors note

wordcount: 450k babbbbyyyy (on-going)

soundtrack: official | reader suggestions

start date: 2022.08.06

minors dni // originally posted to wattpad

warnings: reader has a fear of emotional intimacy and uses physical intimacy as a substitute, jungkook has a deep-rooted fear of rejection. lots of drinking, lots of cursing, lots of bad decisions (every chapter includes at least (1)), jk and the oc have different styles of communication (woo miscommunication!!), a lot of past relationship trauma on both sides, jungkook is the sweetest angel baby ever, jin is kinda evil, jimin is a shit shag (and you have to experience it not once but twice!)

smut warnings: oc is a lil bratty, both switchy but jaykay definitely leads <3, fingering, oral (m & f), ass play, a looooot of titty sucking, cock warming, vaginal sex, sex toys (m & f), every position ever created, jaykay has a huge cawk <3, filming, lots of showering together, thigh riding, 69, squirting, panty sniffing (and sucking !), mutual masturbation, motel sex, endless orgasms, like, idek what else to add but there's more!! they just fuck a lot!! not my fault!! blame the birds!!

note from holly: i heard bad decisions once, ONCE, and knew i had to write about whiney jaykay and how fucking him would be a bad decision, but then it spiralled and now im 370k words deep into a fic about origami birds, glitter, and the way jungkook thinks he'll die every time he gets horny. of everything I've ever written it's hands down my favourite set of characters. jungkook is good in a way that he isn't in literally any of my other fics. i think it's my most well-received fic over on wp and it's just v v special to me. i hope u enjoy it!

BAD DECISIONS

key: smut 💖 | holly's fave ✨ | reader fave* 🪩 | bird 🕊 | club 🍇 *as per my wp stats all chapters listed below are available on wp, and will eventually be linked here too.

BD #1 - Purple Starfuckers - 3.5k

🍇 | a disco ball walks into a bar...

BD #2 - Park Jimin - 3.2k

💖 | does it count if you don't finish?

BD #3 - Coffee - 2k

message request from justjk

BD #4 - The Gym - 4.1K

just wanted an excuse to write about gym rat jk tbh

BD #5 - The Bet - 6.6k

🍇🪩 | songs that remind you of the past, blissfully unaware you're laying the foundations of your future

BD #6 - Wishing - 6k

🍇| summer goes by in a technicolour haze

BD #7 - Sex With An Ex - 6k

✨| kim seokjin looks like an angel, loves like lucifer

BD #8 - Washi Tape - 8k

enter stage left: origami birds

BD #9 - White - 6k

✨🕊 | old, leering men at waterparks are gross. jungkook is not.

BD #10 - Blonde - 3.5k

in the wise words of maisie peters, there's nothing more frightening than a woman scorned and a box of bleach

BD #11 - Perry - 5.9k

🕊 | it's totally normal to shower with your friends

BD #12 - An Agreement -7.4k

💖🕊 | jungkook has to leave the room cause he gets way too hard (in a platonic way)

BD #13 - Work of Art - 11.8k

💖 🪩🕊 | you discover mirrors. jungkook discovers tits. learning is fun!

BD #14 - New Rules - 8k

💖 🪩🕊 | jungkook's got nice hands and he knows how to use them

TO BE UPLOADED

BD #15 - Paper Planes

BD #16 - Overindulging

BD #17 - Jeon Jungkook

BD #18 - Cake

BD #19 - Send To All

BD #20 - Park Jimin... Again

BD #21 - Doing The 'Right' Thing

BD #22 - Listening To Jimin

BD #23 - Cherry Picking

BD #24 - Resolutions

BD #25 - January

BD #26 - January, Still

BD #27 - Keeping Quiet

BD #28 - Avoidance

BD #29 - 'Daddy'

BD #30 - Evaluating The Meaning of 'Home'

BD #31 - The Photo Booth

BD #32 - Question...?

BD #33 - Boundaries (Or Lack Thereof)

BD #34 - Speed Dating

BD #35 - Saying 'Please'

BD #36 - Denial

BD #37 - Faking It

BD #38 - Delaying The Inevitable

BD #39 - Rooms

BD #40 - Spinning Bottles

BD #41 - Locked Doors

BD #42 - Hitting Where It Hurts

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Harana Preview | Jungkook

harana (n.): the act of wooing someone by serenading them

→ summary:

Unwilling to settle down with you after five years of dating, Jeon Jungkook decides to break up to chase after his dreams. In the aftermath, you leave your hometown, desperate to forget your past and relearn what it means to be on your own. Two years later while on your way to work, you pass by a familiar voice singing songs about a girl he had left behind.

{or alternatively: Jungkook still sings the love songs that he wrote for you. He still means them, too.}

→ genre: busker!au, exes to lovers, fluff, angst → warnings: jimin is insane and kinda crude (he has some issues going on), jungkook is a pathetic wet bunny but he's trying his best, so much yearning, ambiguous ending??? but my god there is hope!! the humanity of it all!! → words: anticipated 10-15K → a/n: what da hell who is she... HEY SO its been a while since ive written anything longer than 2k words and i really wanted to get back into writing, if only for practice... plus this is part of my heart full of hugot series that i teased literally eons ago and i want to finish it before the year ends... pray for my sanity ( ; ω ; )

part of the “heart full of hugot” series

As you struggle to pull yourself together, a familiarly loud voice rings outside the edge of your consciousness. “Hey, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here…” Jimin greets you, his usual jovial demeanor halting midway when he sees your panicked expression. He clears his throat, perplexed. “Umm… Are you alright there, girl? You’re looking a little pale.”

You do not even have the mental capacity to wonder why Park Jimin was miraculously early to his shift, nor why he seems genuinely worried for you. Rather, all you can do is wave him off and use what little time you have before the restaurant opens to steel yourself for hours of melodious torture. 

“I’m fine, Park. You should get to work,” you grit out, wiping your sweaty palms on your uniform. Normally, Jimin would have teased you about the obvious wrinkles on your skirt. 

“You’re not the boss of me,” Jimin huffs, always the contrarian. He thinks better of it, however, and softens his tone. “Are you feeling sick or something? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

You freeze, perhaps giving yourself away a little. “I’m fine,” you repeat. 

“You know, if you refuse to elaborate, I’m going to have to retract your shower privileges,” Jimin taunts with a smirk. 

You feel a migraine growing by your temple, making you wince. God, why must men be the source of all your problems?

“I’m just… a little annoyed by the busker outside the restaurant,” you eventually admit, trying to be vague. Unfortunately for you, Jimin hates beating around the bush and would never take your crap if he knows something is up.

Unable to withstand the weight of his unimpressed stare, you continue, “He was someone I used to know, that’s all.” You aren’t going to be any more specific than that, though you imagine Jimin gets the picture. You zip your lips, hoping to whoever is causing you pain that Jimin would somehow let the matter drop and leave you to your misery.

You brace yourself for his onslaught of questioning to come, and… it doesn’t happen. Instead, when you glance at Jimin, he is mysteriously stone faced. You wait for him to speak for what feels like a few minutes, but he doesn’t show any signs of wanting to tease or ridicule you. He simply watches you with a pensive expression. You can barely stop yourself from staring back at him, slack-jawed at his silence. 

Of course, you aren’t just going to question your luck, or what little you have at least. So, you stay silent back and purse your lips uncomfortably.

Finally, Jimin seems to snap out of his strange reverie. He fixes you with a bizarrely sympathetic grin, patting you affectionately on the back. “I see… Well, if you ever need a drink tonight, head over to the bar for a little sip. I got you covered,” is all he says in response before sashaying away. 

That was so fucking weird. You want to chase after him, perhaps beat the truth out of him. Jimin is nothing but a scheming dick, and you aren’t about to let him roam free with such sensitive information about yourself. Just as you’re about to stomp his ass (perhaps to relieve some of the building tension from your weary soul), your manager pops his head from his office door. 

“Y/N! Make sure you’re logged into the booking system. There’s going to be a party of 20 coming in about an hour,” he reminds you, shooting you an apologetic look. You nod back with a sigh, swiping the booking tablet from the hostess desk and scrolling through the logs. Sure enough, it is going to be a busy night despite being a Monday evening. Perhaps a little busier than usual, in fact.

Whatever. You will use whatever distraction you can get, and perhaps the approaching noise from the restaurant patrons will be enough to drown out the sound of his voice. 

You aren’t religious by any means, but you pray to whatever higher power exists that Jeon Jungkook doesn’t somehow decide to enter the restaurant. Stay outside, you plead. Outside the restaurant and your life, if possible.

Throughout the evening, you do your best to push aside the memories that threaten to resurface. You greet customers with a smile, lead them to their tables, and ensure their dining experience is pleasant despite the anxiety poisoning your insides. It's a routine you've perfected over time, a shield against the chaos of your emotions.

As the night wears on, you can feel Jimin's eyes on you from across the restaurant. You sneak glances back at him, and you blanch at his pitying gaze. If the restaurant had been slightly less crowded, you would have flipped him off. 

He’s probably enjoying my suffering, you think darkly. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction, you straighten up and do your best to appear more unaffected. Just as you do so, you can hear Jungkook perfectly hitting a soulful high note. 

“I’m so sorry for thinking I was strong,” you whisper to the universe. “Forgive me for my insolence.” You clench your fist in anguish, ignoring the confused looks from the customers in front of you. 

By the time your shift comes to a close, you are completely and utterly drained. You feel like a snail that has been continuously salted over the past eight hours, and you cannot help but cheer in relief when the clock finally strikes two in the morning. You have to wait for the last few diners to make their leave, but otherwise you are ready to let your bed swallow you whole. 

You stand by your hostess desk, leaning your head against it with a defeated sigh. Jungkook’s voice had died down only a few minutes ago, and you hope that by this point he has mercifully left the premises. You want to take a peek to make sure, but just as you’re about to make your way to the door, you feel a hand on your shoulder stop you in your tracks.

“‘Sup, bitch.” Jimin still has that weird, pitying gaze pointed at you, though his words don’t match it. “Are you okay to go home alone tonight? I can bring your dumb ass home if you want.”

You shove his hand away, ready to bite his head off when you think better of it. If Jimin drives you home, then that lowers the chances of seeing Jungkook down to pretty much zero. 

“You know what? Thanks,” you grouse. Jimin smiles at you winningly, and the image of it brings a shiver down your spine. You hit him, creeped out. “Hey. Stop that, will you? You’re being really weird?”

Jimin scoffs, crossing his arms. “Me? Weird? At least I don’t look like a damn firework ready to explode just because my cringelord ex-boyfriend is singing sappy love songs outside—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you seethe, stomping on his foot. He yelps in pain and slaps your shoulder in retaliation. 

“Ouch! Watch your ogre feet! My shoes are worth twice your monthly rent I’ll have you know,” he bristles. He breathes deeply, likely finding his inner calm (which you doubt exists). “But because I’m so nice, I’ll ignore your earlier transgression and blame it on your underdeveloped amygdala.”

You don’t know what’s more surprising: the fact that Jimin knew what an amygdala was or that he was forgiving you in the first place. “Whatever. Let’s finish closing up and then head out. I’m exhausted.”

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Before Bed

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 2k

Includes- Slight angst, sex, cock riding, sex from behind, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Seonghwa POV

Snapping the selfie, I turn my phone around and look at it

"The selfie looks fine baby", she says from her spot next to me on the bed

I glance over at her, "You didn't even see it!"

She looks up from her phone, "Please. You always take good selfies. Plus even if it's bad ATINYs will still love it. Just post it"

The selfie looks fine and I upload it to ATEEZ talk with the caption sleep well then post it

"Did you post it?", she asks

"Yeah", I answer, showing the post

"Good", she says, glancing at my phone before she takes it from my hand and dropping it on her nightstand along with hers

She moves into my lap, straddling me and smirking

"Now that that's out of the way", she says, unbuttoning my pj shirt one button at a time, agonizingly slow

"Aww jagi, I gotta post something for ATINY before bed"

She snorts, "Such a bad boy, pretending that you're going to sleep. What would ATINYs think if they knew that instead of sleeping you were gonna get your dick ridden?"

I laugh, "I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like that"

"No?", she asks innocently, moving her hips, grinding against my hard on, "They wouldn't like knowing your cock is inside your girlfriend's pussy? They wouldn't like knowing I'm riding your dick so good, creaming your cock so good, making you cum hard inside my pussy?"

"Ddd.. definitely not", I whimper, "They... they'd be jealous"

"Hmmm", she says, pushing my shirt open, her small hands running up and down my chest, lighting my skin on fire just from her touch, "Would they? I think some would try to take you from me"

She lifts herself slightly, pulling my pants and boxers down, then reaching between us and holding my dick up

She sits on my head, taking me in

"Fuck", I moan, grabbing onto my shirt she's wearing and lifting it so I can watch her pussy take my cock, "You were already bare and ready for me"

She nods, pushing down, her pretty swollen lips spreading open as she impales herself on my cock

"Of course Hwannie. I always want you baby"

I know she does

She wants me as much as I want her

"I always want you jagi", I choke out as her cunt pulls me inside her, wrapping tightly around me, pleasure running in my veins

Her hips move in a circle as she takes me, opening her cunt just a little more

Her cunt is so tight, so small and we're a super tight fit, my cock splitting her wide open every time we have sex

"Do you?", she whimpers as she bottoms me out, her hips moving, grinding on me, my head rubbing her spot, "I think you want ATINYs more"

"Baby", I whine as she starts bouncing softly on me, pleasure filling me, "That's not true"

"Yes it is", she moans, pulling my shirt up her body and taking it off, throwing it in my room

Her hands lean on my chest as she bounces, sliding up to my head then surging down, bottoming me out, making my head smash her spot

God, it feels so fucking good

She feels so fucking good

The constant throbbing of her pussy around me keeps me in so much bliss

I grip her hips hard, watching her move on me, her pussy leaving a creamy mess on my length, her pretty boobs bouncing in my face

"Everything you do is for them", she murmurs

Not everything

Yes I love ATINY

Without them ATEEZ, I, wouldn't be where we are

And since they support us and give us so much, we give back to them

But I love her more

I would do anything for her

I would leave ATEEZ for her

She is my everything

She sits up, leaning back on my legs, giving me a full on display of her body riding me

Her little cunt is so pretty wrapped around my cock, her hole stretching around me, straining the closer she gets to the base of my dick

"Ahhh fuck, such a good cock", she murmurs, "So fucking big"

I whimper in pleasure as she moves, creaming my cock like I've never seen before

She has to be super horny because she hasn't been this wet before

She usually creams me so good but now it's like a waterfall

So fucking pretty

"I think lots of your ATINYs would love to bounce on your fat cock", she mutters, her speed increasing

The sound of her skin hitting mine is so fucking pretty especially mixing with the wet sound her cunt is making as she takes me inside her

"Lots of them would love to cum on your cock", she tells me, "Fuck it feels so good"

"Then cum on me baby", I moan, the bliss out of this fucking world

She's fucking me stupid and I absolutely love it

"If it feels so good then cum on me", I urge her, "I want to feel it"

God, I'm such a junkie for her orgasms

I can never have just one

I need them over and over, need to feel that ecstacy they give me

"Cum for my cock! Please baby!", I cry

"Seonghwa!", she yells as she orgasms, the sight of her so fucking ethereal

Her fingers grab my thighs hard as her body arches, her head thrown back, pleasure shaking her body, her pussy soaking me, my lap, my body in squirt, "Seonghwa, yes Seonghwa!"

I gasp from the bliss thrown over me, from the feeling of her cunt pulsing aggressively around my cock

I live for this pleasure

When she finishes, I pull her off me and throw her next to me

Getting up I quickly strip out of my clothes then grab her and get her on her hands and knees

Spreading her legs open, I thrust into her cunt, stretching her around me and bottoming out in one move

"Oh fuck", she murmurs

Moving my arm around her waist and holding her in place, I grind into her, making sure I'm pleasuring her spot as I lean over her, "I'm sure lots of ATINY would love my cock jagi, but my cock is only for you"

I pull out then slamming back in, my cock going in deeper inside her at this angle, her pussy clenching my cock so fucking tightly

She moans my name as I give her stroke after stroke, kissing shoulder, her neck, anywhere I can

"I only fuck your pussy", I assure her, "I don't want any other pussy but yours. I belong inside you, you belong around me"

"Fff ..for now", she whimpers, "Until ATINYs find out about me and make you leave me"

Not gonna happen

I will never let that happen

"Or...you...you find an...an...ATINY you want more"

"Never", I whisper, moving my hand down her body, rubbing her clit, making her tighter on me, "I'll never want anyone more than you"

Hitting her spot, she screams in pleasure, climaxing

Bliss takes over as I shove my cock inside her, letting her ride it out on my dick

"I'll never make anyone feel like this", I whisper in her ear, "No one will ever make me feel like this"

"You...you don't know that", she murmurs as her orgasm ends

I pull out again, flipping her on her back

Grabbing her thighs, I pull her down to me, entering her again, her warm tight pussy welcoming me

"I know", I tell her, looking down at her

"How?", she asks, worry in her eyes

And it hits me that she's really worried

She's really worried I care more about ATINY than her, that I would leave her just because ATINY demanded it

That I'd find someone else or want someone else

She has no idea how wrong she is

"I know because I love you", I finally tell her

Shock enters her face as cup her cheek, looking in her beautiful brown eyes

"I am so in love with you Joanne. Utterly, stupidly in love. Nothing can take me from you", I assure her, "I would do anything for you. I would never leave you on ATINY's say so. I would leave ATEEZ instead"

She shakes her head, "I don't want you to leave ATEEZ baby"

"I would, for you. To be with you", I tell her, "I love ATINY but I love you so much more"

Her beautiful smile forms on her face, "I love you so much Seonghwa"

I can't help the smile that bursts on my face

I waited so long to hear those words, hell so long to say them too

"I'm sorry I was jealous of ATINY-"

"No baby", I shake my head, "I know it's a lot to deal with my idol lifestyle and a lot to deal with ATINYs. But I want you to know I love you more than anything in this world. You're my everything"

Her arms move around my neck, my forehead against hers, "I love you more than anything too Hwa. You're my everything. That's why I was scared"

"You don't have to be scared jagi. I love you"

"I love you", she tells me

Then her lips are on mine, kissing me hard

I fall into her kiss, happy she loves me just like I love her

Moving my arm around her back, I hold her to me as I start moving, slipping in and out of her perfect pussy

Her hands plunge in my hair, holding on as she kisses me, her legs moving around my waist, her hips moving and meeting my strokes

Kissing her deeply, we move faster, her pussy taking me deep, locking around my cock in a vice grip, sending pleasure running up and down my spine, both of us clinging onto each other

"I love you Hwa", she says between kisses, making me smile

"I love you Jo"

I can't stop kissing her, falling into the pleasure she's giving me, feeling her spasm quickly around me

I keep moving, pumping my cock into her, her clit rubbing against my pelvis with each stroke

Her legs shake around me as we both get closer

Sliding into her again, she moans in my mouth, coming around me and throwing me into utter ecstasy, my own orgasm starting as I keep my cock in her coming pussy

Kissing her harder, my body shakes against her as I spill my cum inside her, her legs tightening even more around me

As the bliss fades, we keep kissing as I lay next to her, our bodies intertwining, holding on to each other tightly

"I love you", she whispers when we finally pull away

"I love you jagi", I tell her, "Always"

"Always Hwannie"

I smile, kissing her soft lips, then both of us settling in bed, her in my arms where she belongs

I close my eyes, playing with her hair when I get an idea

"Hold on baby", I say, reaching for my phone

Getting it, I open the camera, then lay back down the same way before I moved

Holding the phone out, I take another selfie

"What are you doing baby?", she asks sleepily

I show her the picture I took of us laying together

"Last selfie of the night", I tell her, "It'll always be with you"

She smiles, kissing me sweetly, "You're the best baby. I love you"

"I love you", I whisper, tossing my phone back on her nightstand

Moving my arm back around her, I hold her against me, closing my eyes, waiting for sleep to come with my jagi

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♡ THE SEVEN STAGES OF FALLING FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND — PARK JEONGWOO

jeongwoo x fem!reader | wc : 2k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, angst, swearing, playful teasing, mentions of food, crying, mutual pining (?) | request : hi can i makes request? childhood friends to lovers with jeongwoo (cut off to not spoil the plot)

ACT ONE — PROMISES

“you know, it’s crazy how one day we could be hanging out on the rooftop for the last time and we wouldn’t even know it.”

you muttered, hugging your knees as you turned to look at your best friend, park jeongwoo.

he scoffed. “like i’d ever let you stop having our daily catchup sessions on the roof,” he quipped, shaking his head. “you are stuck with me forever, love.” jeongwoo smiled, reaching out as he invited you into his embrace.

“well, good.” you chuckled, finding solace between the brunet’s arms. “because i’m not going anywhere, woo.”

“ooh, is that a promise, missy?” jeongwoo inquired, raising his brows.

you smiled, nodding. “yeah. we are gonna be besties forever and always.” you never felt more sure about anything than when you made the promise while watching the moon.

“forever and always, indeed.”

ACT TWO — OBLIVIOUSNESS

out of all the drama club traditions, melancholy mondays were definitely jeongwoo’s favorite. 

it was when the drama club would get together and watch a movie that would somehow have most of their members in tears. and as sadistic as it sounded, jeongwoo enjoyed those days the most.

why, you may ask?

well, it was because there was something about you crying like a baby while being held by jeongwoo that did things to his heart. 

he always waved it off as finding you adorable — which was without a doubt the truth — but there was something else to it too.

but jeongwoo just couldn’t put his finger on what that feeling was.

just like clockwork, every monday, park jeongwoo sat right beside you, enveloping his arms around you while you watched the drama club’s weekly sad movie, wiping away your tears as if it were his profession.

“why would he do that?” you cried, gripping tightly onto your best friend’s shirt. “they could’ve been so good together.”

jeongwoo nodded, patting your head softly. “could they, though?” he asked quietly. “he loved her enough to know it was the right thing to do. i would do the same, honestly,” he muttered.

you turned to look at your friend, your lips quivering at the thought of him not being there for you ever again. “don’t say that.” you teared up instantly, sobbing as you were pulled into his embrace.

jeongwoo winced, regretting his choice of words. “shit, i’m sorry. you know, i didn’t mean it like that,” he apologized.

sumin chuckled as he saw the two best friends, exchanging knowing glances with jinsik. “you can’t tell me they aren’t dating.” he raised his brows, skeptical.

“you’ll be surprised.” jinsik laughed. “that’s how they usually are.”

“like a couple?” sumin inquired, shocked at the response.

“exactly like a couple.”

ACT THREE — PROTECTIVENESS

“wow, such a gentleman you are.” you scoffed, frowning at your monitor, as you listened to the unsolicited curses from a fellow gamer. “could you speak one sentence without a curse word in it?”

jeongwoo paused his game as he looked up from his phone, brows furrowed in concern. “hey, love. what’s wrong?” he inquired, immediately at your side.

you pushed the mic upward with a sigh. “the guy’s just a sore loser. he started cursing everyone out, and when i told him to stop, he just targeted me,” you explained.

“hand over the headset, please?” jeongwoo didn’t even wait for your response, taking your headphones off before wearing them himself. “hi there. could you just repeat what you just said?”

you couldn’t help but crack a smile, amused at how polite jeongwoo was when you knew he was most definitely getting cursed out by the other guy.

“woah, dude. calm down.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“woo-” you tried to cut him off, not wanting him to get into a virtual fight unnecessarily because of you. “please.”

jeongwoo raised a hand to stop you, raising his voice as he spoke to the gamer guy. “no, man. you listen to me!” he exclaimed. “you may as well whisper in my friend’s direction; i will hunt you myself. good riddance.” he ended the game, shutting down your setup.

you bit your bottom lip, worriedly glancing over at the male. “woo, are–” you spoke, pausing when jeongwoo looked at you with furrowed brows.

“don’t let anyone speak to you like that ever, love. if they cause trouble, just let me know. i’ll take care of it for you, okay?”

ACT FOUR — COMPANIONSHIP

you let out a sigh for the umpteenth time as you felt your best friend poke your side, fisting your hand on the table to calm yourself down. 

for the past half-hour, park jeongwoo seemed to find happiness in poking the side of your waist. the way he could distract you from getting your work done in class made him chuckle.

his actions earned snickers from the backbenchers, but he was more accomplished upon seeing your adorable frown every time you turned to look at him. 

one more time. just one more time, and i swear–

“park jeongwoo, i swear i am this close to–” you seethed, holding your index and thumb together with just a sliver of space between them. “-ripping your fingers out of your hands, for real.”

the class fell into a pin-drop silence at your outburst, followed by your teacher kicking you out of the class along with your best friend.

despite your whining about how you did nothing wrong, you found yourself outside your class, mustering the harshest glare you could as you faced the one who got you into this mess.

you really wanted to be angry at him; you really did. but alas, one look at each other, and the two of you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles.

fuck park jeongwoo and his fucking handsome face.

jeongwoo smiled. “damn, stop looking at me like that; i’m blushing,” he teased. “i might just think you want to kiss me, love.” he chuckled, his shoulders bouncing as he laughed.

“oh, you think about that a lot, don’t you, park?"

ACT FIVE — UNREQUITED

“will you just shut up and eat this, y/n?” jeongwoo sighed, not wanting to give up on his attempt to make sure you were properly getting your meals.

you whined. “woo, i’m literally carrying our team right now. one wrong move and we lose, so can’t i please eat later?” you asked, hoping he’d listen to your pleas.

“you’ve been telling me that for the last hour. i’m not falling for that again.”

“woo, please. come on, don’t be like that.”

jeongwoo shook his head, grabbing your collar as he pulled you closer. “i’m ending this game right now, guys,” he said into the headset. “i need to make sure my girl gets her meals,” he stated, and with a few clicks, he ended the game like he promised.

it made you laugh, seeing how the bare proximity between you and your best friend knocked the air out of your lungs while he seemed absolutely normal. his gestures, his words, his behavior — everything drove you crazy.

you didn’t really know why you felt like this, but then again, you knew exactly why.

“my girl, huh?” you focused on something else to distract yourself. “didn’t know i was yours.”

jeongwoo chuckled, nodding. “you would love that, wouldn’t you, love?” he quipped, clearly teasing you.

fucking hell, yeah, i would. 

ACT SIX — REALIZATION

park jeongwoo sat between his friends, hands fisting in anger as he tried to register what they were talking about.

why would y/n date someone and not tell me about them?

“nah, but like, the way he asked her out was also cute, though,” sumin stated, noting the way jeongwoo’s expressions changed with every word he spoke. “with all her favorite snacks and those cute little notes.”

jinsik snickered, understanding what his friend was trying to do. “yeah, honestly, they are super cute together too,” he agreed. “i can’t believe it’s been one month since that day,” he added, instantly getting the younger male’s attention.

“wait, what? one month? y/n’s been dating him for a month?!”

“yeah, you didn’t know?”

jeongwoo scoffed. “of course i didn’t fucking know,” he grumbled, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“i mean, it’s understandable.” jinsik shrugged. “hyunwoo is a mutual friend of you and y/n, so maybe they wanted to keep it low-key in case it didn’t work out.” 

why would you date one of my best friends and not tell me about it, y/n?

“no, it’s not understandable!” jeongwoo stated, raising his voice angrily. “how can y/n just date someone and not tell me?!”

“you are mad at y/n?”

“well, wouldn’t you be mad at your best friend if they were dating someone behind your back?”

sumin couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head. “actually, if i were you, i’d be mad at hyunwoo.” he shrugged. “you’ve known hyunwoo longer than y/n, so why are you mad at her?” he asked.

jeongwoo fell silent at his friend’s words, not understanding the logic himself. 

exactly why was he mad at you more than hyunwoo? 

though you were both his best friends, jeongwoo knew hyunwoo longer, so it was confusing as to why he was mad at you more.

“are you mad at y/n for not telling you?” jinsik inquired, raising his brows as he looked at jeongwoo. “or are you mad at yourself because all it took was a stupid lie for you to realize you like her?”

“huh, what?”

“y/n’s not dating anyone, jeongwoo. we just made it up because we know you like each other, but you were just too oblivious to notice it,” sumin admitted. “you like y/n, jeongwoo.”

yeah, i guess i like her. quite a lot, actually.

ACT SEVEN — CONFESSION

park jeongwoo stood outside your house, going over the words he wanted to tell you in his head.

after that chat with his friends, the brunet couldn't help but feel like an idiot, realizing how stupid he must've made you feel with his words and actions.

and all it took was for his friends to lie to him, for him to realize he had fallen for his best friend.

before he could gather the courage to ring the doorbell, you opened the door, having seen him standing outside for quite a while now.

for some reason, your best friend was distancing himself from you, and you didn't know why.

and now that he was finally at your doorstep, you approached him first before he changed his mind and ran away.

"woo," you softly muttered, cracking a small smile at him. "is everything alright? you haven't been answering any of my texts or calls properly lately."

park jeongwoo felt his heart break as he heard the disheartened tone in your voice, followed by the little pout on your lips.

"i'm sorry, love. i really am."

"n–no, it's alright. i just–"

"i'm sorry for not realizing it sooner." jeongwoo shook his head. "i'm sorry you had to think i never felt anything for you."

your eyes widened in shock, head tilted in confusion as you looked at the male standing in front of you.

he nodded, seeing your confused look. "i like you, y/n. and i was an idiot to not have realized it earlier," he admitted. "i like you very much."

"really?"

"yeah, we were always best friends, and i never thought i'd have to lose you to anybody. but the thought of you looking at someone else the way you look at me drives me crazy, and i wouldn't be able to live with that, you know?"

you teared up a little at his words, realizing they were truly heartfelt. you had never felt more loved by the way he looked at you, eyes filled with affection.

"so, what i'm really tryna ask is," jeongwoo paused, taking a deep breath, "would you kinda sorta maybe wanna be mine?”

“i’m yours, jeongwoo. forever and always yours.”

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A touch of Heaven

Genre: strangers-to-lovers!au, right person, wrong time trope, a bit of angst, fluff, crack maybe?

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Yunho x reader (feat. the rest of Ateez, San x Y/n's best friend)

Warnings: parties, drinking, getting married in Vegas for fun (and as a joke), time-skip, a kiss, one pet name, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @ssaboala, @bluisheye93

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

Beginning of college, 2019

Having all of your friends chant the same name every time you met to decide where to celebrate the beginning of another chapter of your lives was starting to give you a bit of a headache. Vegas here, Vegas there. It wasn't that the city didn't appeal to you; heck, you were as excited as them, but you were also scared—so many things could happen in one week, and you weren't usually the luckiest one when it came to stuff like this. You could even imagine yourself drunkenly marrying someone you hopefully won't ever see again, and though what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas, that would remain tattooed on your heart as well. And despite your friends acknowledging your hesitation and saying that you should decide where to go, for the first time in a while, you agreed to go with the flow and see what was waiting for you there. 

Said and done. Your little vacation in Vegas has started better than you would have expected; the first days were pretty chill, the rainy weather making you stay indoors more than not, which you enjoyed; you weren't quite a big fan of parties, so that was more than perfect for you, despite wanting to visit and see more of what the city had to offer. 

The next few days though, were going to be the interesting ones. The beach was full of decorations for the upcoming party, the shy shadow of a moon settling itself on the sky. The sand was hugged by the blue waves of the sea, while your friends started to make conversations with the other late teenagers, wanting to have some fun. The atmosphere seemed to have a different effect on you, though—you find it quite suitable for you to reflect over your future, the comforting noise of the beach cleaning your mind; or at least intending to do so, unless you heard your name from your friend's loud voice. 

"C'mon, Y/n, you can't stay here all night and do nothing. We came here to have fun…" Wooyoung said, a bit of anxiety in his voice as he feared you didn't feel good with their choice of coming here. "Is there something off?" 

You smiled at him, making him relax a bit, though he wasn't entirely convinced that you were feeling it. "I'm fine, Woo. I was just thinking…" 

You heard another voice coming from behind you, your other friend's arms patting your back softly. 

"Y/n, the future is something you can worry about after this trip. You worked hard to get where you are now, so consider this your reward. Furthermore, I'm getting married tonight!" 

Despite laughing at how determined she was to make her dream come true, her advice might have actually helped you a bit—so, on an impulse, you grabbed Wooyoung's hand and got up, grabbing a can of beer for yourself and going to the big crowd of people. 

Later on, you forgot about whatever happened before you joined them. Everyone's jokes were getting the loudest laughter out of you, your tipsy nature showing already. More chaos was summoned the moment your friend chose to fake a marriage with a dimpled-smile boy for fun, getting you responsible for the rings, which you gladly accepted. And that's when plans changed for you—when, guided by your excitement, you ran into a tall man, his eyes shooting you a worried look immediately. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, hand on your back to give you some support so you wouldn't fall. 

The stars in his eyes made something sparkle inside of you as well, and knowing yourself and how you attach to people, this was what you feared the most before coming here. 

"I'm fine…" you whispered, looking away from him as soon as you noticed him looking back. 

"May I ask why you were in such a hurry?" he chuckled, moving his hand away from your back since he was scared that it would make you uncomfortable. 

"My friends are getting married and I need to buy the ringssss!" you squealed, pointing your finger to the happy couple. 

"San is marrying your friend?" 

"The dimple guy is your friend?" 

You two laughed together, an echo of innocent chuckles around you as you discovered a thing you two had in common. 

"Let's go together, then." he smiled and offered you his hand to hold, which you gladly accepted. 

On your way to finding whatever would serve as two rings, you found out that his name was Yunho and he was the chill type as well, resembling you. They were there to celebrate San's birthday, so he was all around the place, hoping time would pass just a little faster. His other friend, Mingi, was a party lover since they knew him, and something about his attitude made Yeosang love them too after a few glasses of alcohol. Jongho was usually chill, but he let go of his personality for the sake of the birthday boy. You told him that your friends were similar as well, Wooyoung being the type to go clubbing and convince Seonghwa and Hongjoong to follow him (mostly because he was a menace), while your common friend loved getting herself some new friends.

"Do you want to go take a walk after they are done?" he smiled, convincing you almost immediately. 

"I would love to." you said, returning his gesture. 

Two hours later, the wedding was "officiated" by his friend, Mingi, who seemed to have a lot of fun while playing that role, with some of the drinks packaging serving as the papers the married couple had signed. You and Yunho went for the walk he promised, admiring the stars cladded sky while finding new stuff about each other. 

"Do you think they will regret anything in the morning?" you asked, gaining a soft grin from him. 

"Even if they do, it's nothing official anyway. We would probably make fun of Mingi for the rest of our lives though." he said, before entering another mantra of silent thoughts: "When are you leaving?" 

"In two days, what about you?" 

"Three. I still have a bit of a long ride, but at least I have someone similar now." 

You honestly thought that time flew faster than it should have with Yunho by your side. You were supposed to have fun with your 5 friends, yet, you found yourself screaming old songs' lyrics while Yunho was driving around the city, turning the chilly ride into a Carpool Karaoke wannabe. You even got yourselves matchy bracelets, something about your bond making you feel like you have known each other for years. You took pictures together, tested the diners around the hotel you stayed in, swam together, all under the nosy looks of your friends (who bonded immediately as well, especially because Wooyoung and San seemed to become best friends and your friend didn't stop calling San her husband).

And as much as you wished for these two days to last forever, these beautiful moments end faster than we expect. For the last time, you were out with Yunho, the cold water touching your legs as you shared your impressions on this holiday, in the last 5 minutes you had together. His head was on your lap while you played with his blonde hair, listening to him saying he was gonna miss this, miss you.

"You know… I've had an idea…"

You looked at him with doe eyes, showing him that he had all of your attention.

"Do you think we are meant to be? I mean, we still have to pursue our careers, we live in different states…"

It was way too early to think about what future was planned for you and Yunho, if there was even a future for the two of you. You did feel like you two were completing each other, but the time you spent together wasn't helping you, nor the conditions you'd be in as soon as you return to your usual life.

"You might be the right person, but our time was too short to even figure it out, Yunho." you looked away from him, avoiding his saddened gaze.

"What if we meet again in 4 years?" he innocently asked, getting up from your lap so he could properly face you. "Same place, same date, but in 4 years. That would be enough for us to figure out what we want to do with our lives, to see what would happen."

You frowned a bit at his offer, there was no way he was serious, was he?

"That's insane, Yunho. What if we will find someone else in those years?"

"Well then, this would mean the inevitable—we weren't meant to be."

You didn't have the nerve, nor the time to think about this too much. You were sure that things would settle differently until then, but you chose to go with the flow once again.

"Let's do that, Yunho. May we meet again." you smiled and kissed his cheek, going to your friends who were already waiting for you.

"May we meet again…" he said, touching his cheek in the spot you kissed it before.

End of college, 2023

"I still cannot believe you two did it like the oldies. What are you? Millennials? You had all the possibilities to talk, yet you chose to not even get his number!"

"Woo, stop—"

"Even when San offered to give me Yunho's number, you refused it!"

A laugh took over your face as you looked at Wooyoung, not believing he was really scolding you right then for what you and Yunho decided. Yet, there you were, the taxi almost passing the speed limit as you were pleading him to take you faster to the beach where it all started.

Yunho was nervously walking back and forth on the sand, with San following his every move.

"Can you stop already…? You're making me dizzy." the younger said, watching as his friend was walking further from him.

"Yunho, listen to me! I know it's past the time, but… give it another shot, it doesn't have to be perfect to turn into something beautiful!"

Yunho looked at him, a soft smile creeping on his face.

"I guess I should trust you… you seem to have your way with words."

San smirked at that, a little dimple appearing on his cheek as he went and hugged his friend. And right when he opened his eyes, he saw two pretty familiar figures running towards them, his face lightning immediately in joy.

"WOOYOUNG!" he screamed, pushing Yunho and going to the other boy, hugging him tight.

Yunho turned to his direction, noticing the joyful reunion of the best friends, and lastly, but who he expected the most, you.

You took in his features, his dark hair making him look even better than when you last saw him.

"You came."

You both said at the same time, giggling shortly after you noticed that your chemistry was still there.

"Would have been here earlier, but the traffic was insane."

His hands grabbed your waist softly, his deep gaze scanning your beautiful features.

"I guess we were… meant to be, or whatever?" you asked, hands around his neck.

"Someone got a bit bold." he smirked, getting closer to your face.

"Well, I seem to be stuck with you, so I gotta charm you somehow."

In a blink of an eye, your lips pressed together, melting into a sweet kiss, full of longing, but also relief—the relief that things worked for you.

"Love birdies, we're still on a beach, public space, you know?" San said cockily, giving Wooyoung a high-five.

"Said the one who almost crushed his long lost friend."

"That's a story for another day!" Wooyoung defended himself.

"That's right, because the main story is about me and my future lover today." Yunho smiled, hugging you close to his chest once again.

"Come, love, we have a lot to catch up on." you dragged him after you, leaving Woo and San flabbergasted behind.

Maybe destiny has its way of working, and those ways are different for every couple. For you and Yunho, it proved that the distance couldn't extinguish the flame between the two of you, the touch of heaven making you grow more found of each other, waiting for the next plans the future had with you.

[mysticalsoot]

✭masterlist✭

introduction/guidelines here

wip list!

I wanted to revamp my masterlist, so here yall go!

〘 ♥ 〙

dadbur headcanons to feel something || x

fluff, headcanons, gn/afab undertones cc!wilbur x reader pregnancy/health issues, swearing

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he did and he always will) || x

hurt/comfort, angst with fluff, warped reality cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2k swearing, derealization, manipulation, cheating

he said he'd cure all your ills (but he didn't and he never maybe will) || x

angst, warped reality, yeah that's it cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.7k swearing, manipulation, bittersweet ending, heights, cheating, wilbur is an asshole, please don't do what reader does

marry the idiot on the stage (request) || x

fluffy marriage proposal!! thats it!! cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2k swearing

this is it, this is what joy feels like, doesn't it? || x

hurt/comfort, little angst lots of fluff cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 5.3k swearing, one undetailed kiss, mentions of alcohol and drinking

too, more and most || x

very dark angst with a redeeming fluffy end, hurt/comfort, warped reality they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 3.3k alluded death, mcd but not permanent, swearing, derealization, hallucinations, flat out death, swearing probably!

guitars and domestic bliss || x

so much fluff! cc!wilbur x reader // 2.4k swearing, kissing, thunderstorms, sliiiightly suggestive, tickling

sick at space camp || x

my space camp boarding school au, tooth-rotting fluff cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.5k swearing, a cold, whiny and clingy wilbur

mission sims and missing cues || x

another bs au fic, flirty pinning friends they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 6.3k swearing, pinning galore, suggestive ish sorta

my darling, husband || x

domestic bliss, relationship/marriage reveal?? he/him // cc!wilbur x male!reader // 2.3k swearing, suggestive at the end, lots of physical affection (wholesome), tickle fight woo!!

miscommunications and mistakes || x

slightly angsty, will they/won't they, gay pining, another another bs au fic- he/him // cc!wilbur x transmale!reader // 4.2k swearing, kissing, slight make out, mentions of anxious thoughts, wilbur says he's gay in this- I think that's it?

don't lock yourself away || x

request, hurt/comfort, shit mental health, depressive episode, supportive bf wilbur they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 1.5k swearing, depression, unaliving ideation, please tread lightly- that's it

peer pressure and canned beer || x

hurt/comfort, miscommunication ish, peer pressure, cheating, asshole drunk wilbur they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 3k swearing, underage drinking, peer pressure, kissing, cheating, homophobic undertones, alchehol (please read that as is, its supposed to be funny)

goodnight, my sweet || x

little hurt/big comfort, autistic coded reader, best bf wilbur they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 1.7k mentions of possibly fainting, lots of kissing, all of its wholesome kissing, lowercase intentional, not proofread

you changed, it's good || x

mini hurt/big comfort, old feelings, wil is a dad, willow my dear<3 they/them // c!revivedbur x gn!reader // 1.8k swearing, child, inaccurate depictions of lore, suicidal mentions perhaps?

tomorrow you can fly || x

fluff, minor angst, makeupbur!! they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 3k anxiety, separation anxiety, brief mention of will being shirtless, sorta suggestive, so fluffy it hurts, overuse of petnames, autistic coded reader/wil

halloween costumes & anxiety || x

wilbur helps reader when he panics over negative words thrown at him by fans, halloween costumes included (pt 1 of glances of love) he/him // cc!wilbur x male!reader // 3.2k one sfw use of daddy, lots of petnames, anxious autistic coded reader, so fluffy yet angsty, some assholes in the lvjy fanbase, maybe swearing?

i prefer life with you, than without || x

wilbur gets a bit self conscious about his relationship with reader but you're quick to reassure him ! (pt 2 of glances of love) they/them // cc!wilbur x gn!reader // 2.4k possible swearing, mentions and vague descriptions of parental fighting and childhood trauma, food mentions (no EDs), implied age gap (do what you will with that)

i love you, you know? || x

request // wilbur disappears from his office and so when reader goes looking for him, he only responds to daddy. then reader threatens him to not shave (beardbur my beloved) they/them // labrat dr!wilbur x gn!reader // 1.8k sfw playful uses of daddy (literally the whole point of the fic), maybe swearing, mentions of burning alive (its a joke i-), threatening wil to not shave! beardbur coded bc- I love it (the last stream's beard specific), mild seperation/abandonment anxiety

someone to (not) watch me die || x

wilbur's been distant lately but when you finally convince him to spend some time with you, your life takes a dramatic turn. he doesn't always keep his promises. they/them // lmanbur x gn!reader // 2k hurt absolutely no comfort, MCD !!! incredibly implied suicide/assisted suicide (going into a battle knowing he's not coming back), swearing probably, overuse of baby (sue me), reader kinda wants to off themselves at the end but uh who wouldn't? implied age gap

someone to live with || x

part 2 of previous fic // after wilbur's death and a too long to think, you ask your sister to help you. she does but maybe her methods work a bit too well. they/them // reivivebur x gn!reader // 3.1k slight hurt/big comfort, suicide mentions, kissing, easily forgiving reader, ghostbur goes to a happy limbo, probably swearing

heaven is you (godbur au) || x

after a few (actually, many) instances where you risked your life in order to reach your beloved wilbur’s world, you have a final disagreement that brings him to a few realizations and maybe some more effort to bring you want you want they/them // godbur x gn!reader // 2k kinda hurt but comfort at end, illusions to suicide but not flat out said, probably swearing, is there an unbalanced power dynamic? probably, uses of baby (i’m sorry i’m a sucker for it-)

an angel to you || x

you and wilma live outside of a small town and on an off day decide to have a sleepy day in they/them // witch!wilma x gn!reader // 1.1k fluff, fluff, fluff. maybe implied age gap? dont remember. a gay guy writing for a woman is enough of a warning i think.

this is reality || x (also on ao3)

kind of sbi and autistic wilbur au, angst (non reader) autistic!wilbur // 5.4k anxiety, panic, swearing

[y-umiko]

BET | SANZU H.

Requested by Anon — For the 2k event

Troupe: Bet

a/n: This troupe has been done so many times, it's old but classic. however, I've decided to make my own take on it. I'm not sure if anon wanted an angst or not.

The look of rejection

lips quivering, eyes red, shoulders slump, a look of disappointment, it was a familiar sight you had grown to accustomed after countless women and men alike confess and got rejected by your fellow executives. being a member of Bonten comes with risk, fame, and suitors.

"Another confession? how many was it this week?" Ran mused joining you and the others from the lounge, where there was a perfect view of Sanzu and a woman, clearly confessing to him.

"I lost count after the blond woman who tried to woo him with drugs" Kakucho drawled, soon losing interest in the situation.

soon the woman comes running out, tears in her eyes. while Sanzu continues doing his work as usual. the sight lighting a chuckle to escape your lips, immediately gaining the attention of the other.

"what's so funny?" Ran amuse asked

"Nothing, I just don't get why those women can't tame Sanzu" you casually mumbled, before sipping from your glass of wine that the executives shared.

"Oh, you think you can do better?"

"wooing Sanzu? I mean I manage to seduce Rin, aren't I?" you chuckled before winking at the younger Haitani. suddenly reminding you of the time Ran also bet you how long it would take to seduce his younger brother.

"That was a long time ago!" Rin's embarrassed outburst.

a sly wide grin spread on Ran's lips, another 'not so good' idea on his head. "Alright if you're as good as you say how about a bet?" he grinned, making you raise a brow urging him to continue "why don't you go after Sanzu? if you manage to get him to say 'I love you', you win"

Kokonoi, who had been watching silently from afar with Takeomi, merely shook his head and walk away. sometimes he wonders how these childish people are running an organization.

"what do I get if I win?"

"looser has to take the winner's workload for a week" Ran proposed and it does sound good, no workload means vacation. if something goes wrong you can just blame the other.

"make it a month, I'm risking my life here"

"deal"

---

Trying to trick Sanzu was bad, you know that, but considering all the bad and illegal things you and the gang had done. a little prank was not out of the question.

However, Sanzu was hard to please, no amount of money or status you have would impress him, considering his wealth and status process over yours.

many times you've invited him into nightclubs, and many times you were rejected. many times you followed him around and were shot down with a threat. many times you brought him presents and many times he paid no mind.

however, while in the process of trying to make Sanzu fall, you ended up falling head over heels instead. classic, but not surprising because while Sanzu was intimidating with all his crazy antics, and cold stares, beneath all those, lay an abundant love and adoration.

because while he rejected your proposal to go to a nightclub, he would be waiting outside for you, leaning against his newly washed car, sober and with a cigarette in hand to pick you up.

because while he threatens you to not follow him anymore, he slows down his pace so you can match his pace. and while he paid no mind to your presents, he keeps them and treasures them.

and while you quickly sink down, realizing you love the pink-haired monster, a pang of sickening guilt keeps clawing, reminding you that this wasn't real.

It had started as a bet until it wasn't a bet anymore because you knew what you were feeling wasn't a lie anymore.

you need to call the bet off.

---

Sanzu has no words to describe you, all he knew was you were a silent storm, quiet and unpredictable until you came raging and destroying all that he knew.

an amused smirk would be present on his lips whenever you think you were subtle with your advances. he tried ignoring you and rejecting your offer but you were like a drug.

an addiction that he can get high forever. he wonders what is it that made you so addicting when all you do was constantly insert yourself in his life. and it didn't take long for him to realize that it was because you stayed despite seeing what he's capable of, you stayed despite knowing his crazy tendencies.

and while he realizes his feeling, doubt, and insecurity was pulling him down. and he doesn't want you sinking with him. that is until fate decided that enough is enough.

"what's the progress y/n? tamed Sanzu yet? I'm itching for that one-month vacation for the bet"

and as if fate desired it Sanzu happened to be coming in your direction but stopped when he heard his name. his heart dropped and felt a million times heavier.

"what's the matter y/n? not so confident in your ability to seduce anymore? " Sanzu heard Ran mock, and if only Sanzu can see the look on your face.

"guys listen I want t- " he heard you start but he heard enough.

"a bet? I knew something was suspicious when you suddenly become interested in my work" he manage to say between gritted teeth. he was hurt and he knew you knew for it probably showed on his face before he was able to mask it away.

"Haru-" you called but he was already walking away to listen more. he knew it was too good to be true. for someone like you to pay attention to someone like him. he just feels silly for opening up to you.

"I'm gonna kill you later" Sanzu heard you hiss at Ran, and soon familiar footsteps followed him. he wonders how many times had you tried following him-before he slowed down his pace so you can catch up, how many times had you tried this before just so you can win over a bet.

"Haru! wait! will you stop for a minute" you called but Sanzu continue to walk away. leaving traces of his broken heart behind.

"I have nothing to say to people like you, be glad that you're an asset in this organization cause if not you'll be dead now" He hiss, a half warning he knew he can't comply.

he heard you stop and he thought you gave up as you should be, but soon footsteps came running after him again. and this time passing by him and blocking his way, hindering him to continue forward and lock himself in his room, consume another pill to make the pain disappear.

but here you were again, blocking his path, a determined look on your face. "I'm not even going to lie that there was a bet"

"But please hear me out!"

"what's going on?" he heard Rin ask, along with the others who heard the commotion. and he swears the people in this organization has nothing better to do than pry into each other's private life.

"Get out of my way, I don't want to hear another one of your lies" his voice was called, as if he was interrogating a traitor yet there was no fear in your eyes.

"It was stupid! I was stupid for even taking that bet, and you don't deserve what I did to you. you have the right to hate me. but you should know that as I spend time with you that bet doesn't mean anything anymore, I made a huge mistake so I'll do anything just for you to forgive me"

he chuckles sadly, gaze lowering to the floor. emotions conflicted.

"I love you" you whispered, gaining a little reaction from him.

"you love me?" he asked, a certain vulnerability behind his voice.

"I’ll say it 1000 times if I have to, I’m fucking in love with you, so please tell me what I should do to gain your forgiveness" you raised your hand to reach out to him but hesitated and brought your hand down again.

Sanzu should be his coldhearted self, not care about what you said and continue with his work again. maybe punish you along with the others for the torment they caused. but he can't find it in himself to do so, for his head was only filled with the fact that you love him.

the sharp glisten in your eyes tells him that you were sincere with your words. and slowly he opened his arms for you and you didn't think twice to lose the opportunity and crash right into his arms."I'm still mad but I'll think of other ways for you to make up"

"I'm really sorry" he heard you mumble, tucked under his chin as he hold you close and so are you.

"All right guys, this is sweet but a bet is a bet" the silence is interrupted by none other than Ran. "I win so I don't have to work this month right?"

"why?"

sniffling, you slightly pulled away from Saanzu "Ran bet me a month's worth of workload if I manage to get you to say I love you, it was stupid but I'll think of it as a punishment for what I did"

Sanzu smirked as if he just had a brilliant idea.

"I love you" he suddenly mumbled as he stared down at you.

"huh"

"Technically you win your bet"

"no fair!"

[littletxt]

okay, i’m back with little beomgyu x cg reader again.

beomgyu and reader got into an argument/fight and reader got so mad that she left the house. this made beomgyu scared till he regresses.

(at this rate, i think i’m angst anon🥺)

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FEM-READER | ANGST

Warnings- mentions of alcohol/intoxication/swears

Wc: 2k+

Taglist: @pinkheadflowers @sweetiehyuka @woonie-muffin @desatando-me @ethie @djdudjdjkw @chariottie @kiki-woo @pastel-princess-please

This is better…

“You’re already going back on tour next week! How is it so hard for you to comprehend that I just wanted time with you? Was that not important enough to remember?”, you didn’t know when you’d started to raise your voice at him, all you could feel was how hot your ears were burning, spreading, boiling through your cheeks, your whole face as the anger you felt festered from the ground up. In reality, it wasn’t really anger; you were hurt, you felt betrayed. And nothing else could make you feel so small.

“Y/n! Are you kidding me? I already apologized!!”, your boyfriend snapped, throwing his favorite flannel off and onto the back of the couch, the relentless heat not doing anything to help his mood. Beomgyu was mad. And he rarely got MAD. Not to mention he was drunk and he’d dealt with you calling him all night when he was already out, already with the guys, already unable to do anything about what he felt was just a mistake that he’d have to take care of later. It wasn’t as if he purposely planned to hang out with the guys over the plans he’d made with you. It had honestly slipped his mind. Usually understanding himself, it didn’t sit well with him how you couldn’t do the same and he was frankly exhausted.

Drinks with the guys was how he celebrated a successful first tour, finally being home again, though it wouldn’t be for long since the tour was far from over yet, and seeing his friends again after being away for an entire month. Of course, he wanted to do the same with you; his love, his world. He wanted to share his happiness and cling to you for dear life to recharge his energy after being away and working so hard for so long. When Heeseung called him out to meet up, I’m a word, he got excited. Beomgyu had just wanted to share his adventures on tour in America with his closest buddies, relax and have a drink.

So, yeah. It slipped his mind that he’d planned to go out for dinner with you that night. Why you were upset wasn’t a mystery. But the only thing your boyfriend could do more was get down on his knees, beg and kiss your feet after apologizing so many times. There was no way he could go back and undo it, yet you couldn’t let it go, it made him a little frustrated to say the least.

The way he raised his voice at you, even though it was simply a response to you doing the same, was all too much. Tearing up, your car keys scraped loudly against the counter as you grabbed them and turned to leave with the bitter aftertaste of heartbreak.

“Where are you going?? Y/n, don’t do this. Come on!”, Beomgyu’s words slurred as he dizzily trudged toward the door to stop you. Admittedly, he’d drank a little more than he should have. So, how he’d stop you, he didn’t know. But it didn’t matter, he was met with a door slamming shut and a spear through the heart.

“Y/n…”, he turned his back against the door, the white walls that surrounded him spinning far too much to try to run after you. Tangling his fingers through his hair as he pushed his bangs from his sweaty forehead, he felt that awful, familiar stinging as tears flooded his vision. Was he really this pissed? No… he wasn’t. He felt like a disappointment.

How could he have forgotten and put you off this way? You were constantly on his mind when he was away, wishing you’d have gone with him. But when he comes back he goes out and gets drunk instead of making up for lost time with you.

“Good job, dumbass.”, he croaked, hot tears free-falling as he lowered his head, “You really fucked it up this time…”

You’d never took off like this before and he wasn’t sure where you went or if you’d ever come back. But of course, you would. Your things were still there, after all. But what if that was the only reason you’d come back…

“Please, no…”, he sniffled, trying hopelessly to rub the tears away as they came. Using the somehow slippery door handle, he dragged himself to his feet to search for his phone. If he had to apologize a million more times he would, he couldn’t just let you go like this.

How hard could it be to find a phone?? Apparently pretty damn hard since he’d torn through everything in his bag, his jacket, the decorative bowls on the counters and came up empty handed. Finally, at a loss, he stumbled to the bedroom you shared after pacing a groove into the dark wood floors of your apartment for what felt like hours. You were gone. He was all alone.

“Mommy hates me??”, shrinking into a puddle on the floor, Gyu hugged his knees, feeling the tears coming again, this time he feared they’d never stop. They splattered the knees of his worn jeans, a steady stream dripping from his chin as he sobbed out his heart.

The world felt to big, too scary. And his mommy left him all alone cuz he made you mad. Grabbing at himself; his chest, his arms he tried to hold himself tightly to combat the tight aching in his chest, his breath becoming frantic as the air around him thinned. With nothing left to do, he climbed into bed and fitted himself into his small pile of plushies. Caring little about the oven-like heat, he clutched the first one he could get his hands on. As he squeezed it tighter to his chest, doing his best and failing at self soothing, your scent reached him. It smelt of you.

“Mommyy-“, he choked out, sobbing harder, almost wailing into the fluff of the poor stuffed animal he was squeezing the life out of.

~

Walking down the isles of the 24 hour convenience store, under the harsh fluorescent lights, you found yourself struggling not to cry. What was all of this fighting for. Yelling at him? Was that really necessary?? He worked himself tirelessly, practicing when he wasn’t performing, constantly socializing and running himself ragged. You could forgive one of the most caring and attentive people you knew for being exhausted, couldn’t you? The poor thing was probably drained completely, your little introverted baby. He probably hadn’t regressed since the last time he had with you. It was something he needed.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed some icy cold strawberry milk from the refrigerator and a pack of gummy bears before making your way back home. Wishing desperately that you could drive a little faster, you cursed the rainy season and your wind-wipers, the red traffic lights blurring through the smears and thudding splatter as they swished back and forth.

The door hadn’t been locked, to your relief. So, anxiously you turned the handle, only hoping he wasn’t still angry with you. But suddenly you began to wish he had been rather than being greeted with the heart-rendering weeping that filled your ears as you bit your cheek and latched the front door behind you.

No matter how much he cried, mommy still wasn’t there to hold him. Beomgyu had soaked through his plushy completely with snot, sweat and tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to move from the uncomfortable sticky, wetness, where it still smelled of you most. Whenever he regressed he completely lost concept of time. He couldn’t tell if it’d been hours or not even one since his mommy left him.

“Come back…”, his voice was hoarse from wailing and sobbing so loudly, terrified he was left alone forever, the world so scary without his mommy there to hold him.

He didn’t hear you come in or close the door. Nor did he hear your footsteps and the sharp inhale you took upon seeing his trembling figure curled up small amidst all the plushies you’d ever bought him. Though his heart was aching so deeply, his head was still in a floaty space and without you, it was so much more frightening than pleasant.

The yelp he let out when you broke into his headspace, slipping your arms around him as you lay in bed, your body circling his, it caused almost a physical pain. This wasn’t how you wanted things to go, how his first regression in so long should have went. With him feeling abandoned and panic-stricken due to your lack of understanding. Though it was both of your responsibilities, the fight, you couldn’t help but feel remorse.

“Mommy?!”, he practically shrieked, scrambling to face you and make himself small in your arms as close as he could possibly get until the two of you were molded together in a tangle of limbs. Neither of you cared what you’d been mad about anymore, only that you were together, unwilling to be a single centimeter apart until further notice.

“I’m right here, baby. Mommy loves you so so much…”

After some time, the sobs slowed to sniffles and Beomie nudged his face further against your chest wanting to smell the real thing instead of his silly plushy (sorry plushy).

“How are you feeling, baby bear??”, you lighting scratched your fingers against the back of his head, a little secret trick that always worked to soothe your precious puppy.

“Hungy.”, Beomie mumbled into your shirt, refusing to be separated from your body, still feeling a bit as if you’d disappear at any moment. A bit of warmth spread back through your body along with a smile, filling your baby’s tummy was something you could always do.

“You know that means we gotta get up, right, baby bear?”, your soft chuckle drifted into a sigh. Baby bear snuggles were your favorite but a happy tummy was good from preventing grumpy baby bear and you’d do just about anything to calm his anxieties after sending them through the roof.

The cutest little whines and grumbles poured from said baby bear as he squirmed to get impossibly closer, messing his purple hair in the process.

“What are you? My ravenous, feral baby bear??”, you tickled at his side.

“No, ‘m not!!”, he squealed away from your tickles.

“What kind of baby bear are you then??”, you pulled him back to your chest with a playful grin reaching ear to ear.

“Mmmmm… panda bear??”, Beomie giggled, red flooding his cheeks as he kicked his feet, still squirming away, knowing you were probably far from done with the tickle attack.

“With all this purple hair???”, you laughed, nipping at his ear through the wild mop of purple fluff on his head. Gasping, he reached for his favorite plushy and wedged it between you.

“Ryan bear!!”, he gave one of his usual, soft tee-hee’s and looked up expectantly with a sparkle in his red and puffy, boba eyes.

“I think you’re my Beomie bear”, kissing his forehead you brushed at his unruly, grape hair unable to stop yourself from beaming. All you’d been wishing for was to have time with him, to hold him and hear his sweet giggles after missing him so much.

Once you finally managed to drag yourselves out of bed, and through the picky bickering of your little who was still figuring out what he wanted to eat, you sat in front of the television, feeding your happily wiggling baby bear. After his tummy was full, he was back in your lap, cooling air from an oscillating fan blowing over the two of you in waves. Leaning against you, he sat in silence, feeling guilty, emotions creeping back on him.

“Sorry we didn’t go out, mommy…”, nuzzling into the side of your neck, he brought his arms close to his chest, trying to be smaller in your embrace. You cooed at how soft he could be, how sweet and sensitive, you’d never let him be sad. Holding him tightly, you yourself couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. You could always talk about things another day but you’d never get this moment back.

“That’s okay, baby…this is better.”

🧸Endnote: Gahhhhh this one really 💔💔💔 my poor Gyuie baby. Why can’t I let you be happy? Hah it’s okay tho 🥺 mommy will make it all better. 🌙🌙🌙 Really my fav anonieee I always thought I hated writing angst but honestly I live for it and can hardly write without a little bit of drama hehe. My first Beomgyu fic since Birthday Baby Bear!! Did I do your request justice 🥲?? Love you love you love you! Have you guys heard Ring???? It’s one of the new songs for TXT’s Japanese gbgb comeback!!

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Night & Day P3

Battinson!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader x Neil

Ratings/Warnings: Mature; angst if you squint. Kissieeeesssss.

Word Count: 2K

Link to AO3

Part One Part Two Part Four Part Five Epilogue

Tags: @ursulaismymiddlename​ @salt-is-a-terrible-currency​ @sassymemesfanficfestival​

Even after having the realization that Neil wasn’t Bruce, the staff catered to his every whim as he worked the room with fluid command in a way Bruce found surprisingly comforting. Fight tactics, evasive maneuvers, those were topics he was most familiar with. He’d even identified safe exit points on the way in on the off chance someone dared to come near him with a measuring tape. But… fashion?

Racks were brought in and carried out at Neil’s discretion while Bruce stood idly by, at a complete loss as to what he was meant to be doing. 

“We’ll get you all set with the basics,” Neil told him, thanking the staff and gently ushering them out of the room to leave the two men in private. “Then we’ll need something special for dinner tonight.” 

“Dinner?” 

“Oh, yes, darling.” He had a pair of pants slung over his forearm, and rifled through the suit jackets, occasionally approaching Bruce to hold something up to his chest. “I’m a tourist, remember? I’d like to be shown all the fine things Gotham has to offer.” 

“I take it this doesn’t count,” Bruce asked dryly. 

“I am a needy man,” Neil sassed back. “Besides, after this sort of effort I think it’s only fair I get to show you off some. You will woo our lady yet.”

Bruce swallowed hard, feeling an uncomfortable flutter in his stomach. Was it that obvious?

Romance - another area he was not familiar with and strived pointedly to avoid. Only once before you had there been a tiny glimmer of an instance remotely close to it - the occasional awkward stints of experimentation in his early twenties certainly didn’t count - but it was fleeting and left the city without ever looking back. 

Still, it meant compromise, for himself and you. A potential compromise to your safety, which he could never forgive himself for - if that was even what you wanted -

“Blimey.” Neil’s voice cut through Bruce’s internal spiral. He looked up only to find him standing directly in front of him, an odd expression on his face.

“What?” 

“I think I’m finally starting to see this resemblance people keep insisting on.” He tilted his head, jaw rolling as his tongue pressed into his cheek. “Telling that it has to take pining for me to notice but.. Nevertheless…”

He stepped aside as he trailed off, then began unbuttoning his blouse and Bruce took it as a cue that he should also be undressing. He couldn’t think of many people he’d be comfortable taking his clothes off in front of. Intimacy was one thing he often lacked, but besides that there was always the question of his scars.  Even after the toll his body had been through, it was the rare shocked stare that was more uncomfortable than the old wounds themselves. 

But there was something about Neil and knowing that you trusted him that gave him the courage to do so. 

Did he… like Neil?

“She uh - she told me that you were together once.” 

“That’s true.” 

It wasn’t entirely his business, but mutual interests had gone well for them so far. “Why didn’t it work out?” 

“The same reason relationships rarely work out for people like us. Our work comes first.” 

It was a sentiment Bruce understood all too well.

“Couldn’t tell her where I was half the time. Often spent weeks not knowing if I was dead or alive, with no one to call should she try to find out.” He busied himself with hanging their discarded clothes, back and forth until the two were down to their boxer briefs with nothing else left to hide between them. 

As it turned out, Neil had scars of his own; a scattered map of tender pink tissue that piqued Bruce’s curiosity.

“But you seem to have given her something stable here,” Neil added; if he noticed Bruce’s hypocritical scrutiny, it passed unacknowledged. “Something I could never do, not that I never wanted to.”

“You still love her.” It was less a question and more a statement, and the sight of Neil’s instant heartfelt smile spread an unusual heat through Bruce’s chest.

“Reckon I always will.” 

He did like him; he liked his honesty and his loyalty, his investment in your needs even if it required total selflessness of him - things that Bruce only hoped you saw in him as well.  

Neil might’ve been there to give him a lesson in self care, but it was all in favor of you. And suddenly Bruce felt more up to the task to see it through than he had mere moments ago - even if the predicament terrified him…

"Look at us,” Neil said, cutting through his reverie once more. “Just two men in our undergarments talking about love. I'd say this was a breakthrough for you, Bruce."

He nearly offered him a lopsided grin when his eyes landed on a set of too brightly colored shirts nearby. The turn of expression must have been all too apparent; Neil chuckled and gave him an affectionate pat on the shoulder. 

“Not to worry, those are for me,” he told him. “Self-discovery or no, I don’t think you’re ready for florals just yet.”

~

By the time you found the way to their dressing room, Neil was alone in the spacious area as decadent as your own had been. The rich mahogany paneling could’ve made for a dim atmosphere were it not for the art deco chandeliers, their light glimmering on each pristine floor to ceiling mirror. 

Neil stood beside a fitting platform, and you leaned against the doorjamb to admire the view. Gaze slow up the length of his legs suited in tan, well-fitted dress pants; linen by the looks of it. His torso was adorned in a white blouse of comparable softness, and so sheer you could see the contrast of tanned skin within.

His eyes caught yours in his reflection, occupied with tying the knot of a skinny tie beneath the upturned collar of his shirt, and the corner of his lips pulled into a cocky smirk. 

“Like what you see?”

“Oh, absolutely. Though I do wonder if that’s dinner attire…” you teased, then stepped away from the door to take a closer peek; on such display, he was impossible to resist.

“You mustn't provoke me,” he chided playfully. He held out his hand as you approached, and with a small squeal of surprise, you were pulled onto the platform with him. Long arms instantly circled your waist, and he swayed you to the low drum of music flitting about the room. “Given the occasion, Bruce and I were warranted more than a single outfit.” 

It was still second nature to lean into Neil’s touch, drape your arms over his broad shoulders, and tilt your head back to stare into those dreamy eyes. This was like a day of ping pong - juggling personalities and your feelings for them both - the close proximity was only slightly overwhelming, especially when he looked at you with a weight behind his gaze that hadn’t quite been there before. 

“So it went okay, then?” 

“Oh, we’re best mates now.” You cocked a brow at him, suspicious. “Well, I’m not on Buzzfeed’s ‘Top 10 List of Batman Nemeses’, but we’ll see how he feels after I’ve done his hair.” 

“Neil,” you groaned. “What are you gonna do to his hair?” 

He stopped moving to the music at once, a genuine look of dismay on his face. 

“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” you were quick to butter him up. Even ran an appreciative hand through his hair, fingers lingering through the purposefully messy, perfectly styled quaff. “I love your hair…”

No matter how cross he was pretending to be, you could see him fighting back a smile. 

“Don’t placate me.” And before you could retort, his lips descended upon yours

This was unlike the just beyond friendly greeting in the airport; this was shared history and unrequited feelings. Neil kissed you like he never would again, hands sliding up your spine, moving around your arms to clutch you by the neck.

His stubble pleasantly scratched your chin as he tilted his head, lips parting over yours, and you were shocked by the volume of your own whimper at the feel of the tip of his tongue. Your heart thundered in your chest while the kiss deepened, taking hold of his hips for the sole purpose of staying upright. 

You were dazed when he pulled away and set his forehead on yours, eyelashes slowly fluttering as you watched panting breaths cut through his swollen lips.

“Nothing but whiplash with you two…” you murmured. 

“It’s not my intention to confuse you,” Neil said earnestly, a huskiness to his voice you’d forgotten how much you missed until right then. "Or interfere with whatever's between you and Bruce."

“I know.” Trembling hands busied with fixing his shirt collar and tie, the job having been left unfinished. You sought his gaze and shared a warm smile amid soft, adoring touches. "Thank you. For doing this."

"It's like I said.. Anything for you, my darling." He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, the knuckles of his hand tracing its remnants. "Besides, I can see why you’re so attracted to him. Would it be terrible of me if I was as well?”

“I know.” You said again, struggling to regain from swooning - a losing battle between the weakness in your legs and the way Neil’s hands continued to roam - hardly picking up on that last bit there until it was almost an afterthought.

“Wait, what?”

~

“Will that be all La Boutique can do for you today?” the brunette receptionist asked.

You couldn’t help but scrunch your face at her. After all was said and done, it took four individual assistants to carry the new wardrobes out of the boutique and into the town car you’d taken from the Tower. Though you had an inkling most garment bags belonged to Neil, he assured you thrice over that Bruce had gotten plenty to hold him over without needing further guidance. 

“That will be all, Gina. Thank you so much, the service was impeccable.” He leaned onto the countertop once more, body language reeking so strongly of schmooze, your eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets.

“Piacere mio. And what will be your form of payment?” Her fingers danced over her tablet before sliding it across the table, and Neil blocked your path, shielding your view of the screen. 

“What’s the damage?”

“Oh, Brucie, darling!” he sang, letting loose a beckoning whistle over his shoulder. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Neil. How much?”

Bruce smoothly slid himself between you and the counter, wallet in hand, and sunglasses covering his nocturnal eyes. Evidently, the clouds had dispersed and made way for the sun since your arrival at the boutique, and the brightly veined marble of the lobby was too much. Either that, or it was another attempt at disappearing into the background. 

“I got it.”

“But this is supposed to be a gift for you, Bruce,” you tried insisting, bouncing on your toes in attempt to glance over the pair of strapping shoulders. But he swiped the credit card through the card reader before you’d even finished speaking.

“You think I’d let you bring me to a place like this and expect you to pay?”

You gaped at Neil. “Help me out here -”

“No can do, love.” Neil propped his chin on his hand, peering up at Bruce with a little too much fondness in his eyes. “Sugar Daddy Bruce suits him almost as well as his new clothes. And they do fit damn good.” 

What the hell had gotten into them? “Did you just call him -”

Bruce shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me.” 

Your jaw fell slack; speechless when you caught the wry grin pulling at the corner of his lips. Had they tapped into the champagne without you noticing?

The embodiment of night and day, they escorted you from the boutique, torn between who to sputter at more. Wondering if this budding relationship would backfire on you, even if it was in the sweetest way possible.

[crowhyun]

FOXY RIDE — 2

fox hybrid!yeonjun x panda bear hybrid!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), slight dry humping, breeding kink, rough secks, creampie, really fluffy but passionate, mentions of pregnancy, ACTUAL pregnancy, mentions of weight gain and food, reader has trust issues lol

Words: 5.2k (this was supposed to be under 2k…)

AN: so, you don’t necessarily have to read the first part to read this part, but if you want more context, go ahead. This was actually supposed to be just smut, but i decided to had just a little more lol. Hope you enjoy! (also! I literally rushed with this so sorry! there may be quite a bit of typos, but i still put my love and care into it!!!)

     For the past few weeks, Yeonjun had been in dreamland, heads in the clouds for most of the day, and a smile on his face. By now, the whole school was informed about you and him being in a relationship, disappointing literally everyone who was interested in him.

     Despite the fact that you were seen as a nobody compared to Yeonjun, he didn't care one bit. He wasn't even aware of how people saw you. All he knew that when he was with you, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

(Y/N): i have a homework to do tonight then i'm taking a nap

Yeonjun: okay bby <3

Yeonjun: i'll buy you dinner to eat when you wake up

(Y/N): it's fine, you don't have to, i ate a few hours ago

(Y/N): i've been gaining too much weight anyways

Yeonjun: what's wrong with that?

Yeonjun: i'll buy you dinner and we'll eat together okay?

(Y/N): you won't let me decline, will you?

Yeonjun: no <3

(Y/N): i guess then

(Y/N): see you tonight :)

Yeonjun: <3

   As if it was second nature, Yeonjun's fingers glided across the screen, about to send one last text, but then he stopped.

Yeonjun: i love you (unsent)

    Was it too soon? What if it made you uncomfortable? He shook his head and deleted it, deciding to leave it at that. He wanted to make sure you were fully comfortable in the relationship before he said something that serious. Yet...those were his true feelings...

    "What are you doing?"

    He jumped at the voice behind him, seeing that it was Wooyoung looking over his shoulder at his phone.

    "What are you doing?" Yeonjun retorted.

    "Just scepulating." Wooyoung shrugged. "You're always texting her." He laughed.

    "Well, yeah...she's my girlfriend." Yeonjun found himself smiling at calling you his girlfriend. It'll never get old for him. Wooyoung gave him a weird look, and Yeonjun tilted his head to the side. "What's that look for?"

    "Nothin', just...you're actually serious about (Y/N)?" Wooyoung asked.

    "Of course I am." Yeonjun scoffed. "I thought that was obvious."

    "Just asking." Wooyoung said. "Anyways, you coming to my party tonight? This time we got an actual bartender!"

    "Nah, not tonight." Yeonjun said, looking back at his phone as if you were going to text him again.

    "But you said that last weekend." Wooyoung pouted. "And the one after that."

    "I've been focusing on my studies." Yeonjun shrugged. "It's our last year, and we can celebrate after we graduate. If we graduate, that is. You should do the same."

    Wooyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Jun...come on."

    "What?"

    "Really?" Wooyoung gave him another weird look. "Is (Y/N) forcing you to do this?"

    "The fuck do you mean?" Yeonjun lifted a brow.

    "Well, y'know, she's more...uptight. Focused on her grades and shit." Wooyoung said. "Ever since you guys started dating, you've kinda been a recluse. Like you've changed. Get loose a little, usually these college relationships don't last, anyways."

    Yeonjun sighed, rolling his eyes. If he had a dollar for every one of his friends that said this to him, he'd be rich by now.

    "Wooyoung, you're my friend, right?" Yeonjun asked.

    "Duh, since freshman year of high school." Wooyoung laughed.

    "Then you know what happens when you cross the line right?"

    "Uh...yeah." Woo young's smile dropped and he scratched the back of his neck.

    "Well, you're almost there, friend." Yeonjun said, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't push it." He gave him a tight smile before he gathered his things and left, on his way to your favorite restaurant.

    He didn't have it in him to stay angry for long. Wooyoung was always his best friend, and he's always said dumb things from time to time. Besides, it's not like he knew what it was like to be in a real relationship.

——————————————

    With the spare key that you had given him, Yeonjun entered your apartment quietly, setting the bag of takeout he ordered on your kitchen counter.

    All of the lights were off, and it was very quiet, so he assumed that you were still asleep. He didn't want your sleep pattern to get awry, so he thought he'd go and wake you up.

    "Baby?" He called quietly, softly knocking on your door. You were laid on the bed on your stomach, arms folded above your head and your leg bent up. You looked so comfortable in your baggy hoodie and underwear, as if you were having the best dream. Your bushy tail fluttered every now and then, peeking out from under the hoodie. He smiled to himself and walked in, making sure not to wake you just yet.

     You always looked so peaceful while sleeping, like you didn't have a worry in the world. Though, as much as he wanted you to rest up completely, he knew you had to eat as well.

     "Wake up, babe." Yeonjun said, slightly shaking your shoulder. "The food is here."

     You squinted your eyes open, frowning as the light from the hallway got in your eyes.

     "Oh, hi, Jun." You said, yawning.

     "Hi, princess." He chuckled. "Did you get your homework done?"

     You paused. "Homework...ah. I tried to take a short break, but I fell asleep instead. I don't have much to do anyways."

     "Mm, okay." He nodded. "Well, if you're ready to eat, the foods in the kitchen."

“Mmm.” You hummed, slowly shutting your eyes once again.

“Heyyy. Heyyyyyy-“ Yeonjun whined, laying next to you and putting your leg over his hips so he could get closer. “Wake up.” He pouted, giving you a short peck that made you smile.

“Why?” You huffed.

“Because you sleeping pattern will be ruined.” He said. “And because I miss you. And I wanna be with you.”

“I’m so tired, though…”

“That’s because you’re still laying down, and because it’s dark in here.” He said. “Come on, cutie, get up.” He lifted himself up on his knees, grabbing your hands so that he could bring you up with him, but with a giggle, you dragged him back down in between your legs, his chest colliding with yours. “Yah-“ He laughed. “You’re naughty today, aren’t you?”

“Cuddle me.” You said.

“Ah ah ah, I know your tricks.” He shook his head, giving you a stern look. “Every time you go all, ‘cuddle me Yeonjun’-“ You laughed at his horrible high pitched mocking of you. “-you end up falling asleep after the first five minutes.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so comfy and warm.”

“Oh? Am I?” He smiled, and you rolled your eyes, knowing that you had just fed his ego. He laughed, giving you another kiss. “Will kisses keep you awake?”

“I think so.” You said. “Just keep kissing me and we’ll see.”

“Okay, so hypothesis-“ Kiss. “If I kiss my girlfriend non-stop-“ Kiss. “Then she will stay awake-“ Kiss. “Because all she needs is love and attention-“ Kiss. “Even though she doesn’t admit it.”

“Oh wow, the iconic ‘if, then, because’ statement. How educated.” You chuckled sarcastically.

“Of course, that extra studying is going to make a smarter than you.”

“Mhm, we’ll see about that.” You grabbed his face, planting your lips against his again. You didn’t want to talk anymore, you just wanted to feel is soft, plump lips against yours. Yeonjun said less, wanting to just kiss you and much as you wanted to kiss him.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Yeonjun since you’ve started dating him, it was that he was the best kisser you’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing. It was scary how perfect he was, and just how fast he learned what you liked. Almost as if it was too good to be true.

Over time, the kiss got more heated, even though you really didn’t mean for it to happen. Your tongues twirled together, exchanging saliva—something that you were now used to doing every day.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, and you gasped once you felt his hard-on right on your center. He was rock hard.

“Oh…oops.” Yeonjun gave you a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“It’s okay.” You said, trying to keep from grinding your hips up against him. You didn’t want to seem too desperate, especially when he didn’t mean to get aroused like this. “I…I could help you if you want.”

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Really? Do you want to?” You nodded.

“It could keep me awake for the next few hours.” You slowly trailed your hands down his lean arms.

“Oh? Then we should get to it, huh?” He chuckled. “Wouldn’t want you to fall asleep too early.” No more words needed to be exchanged as Yeonjun attached his lips to yours with more fervor this time. He didn’t stop himself from grinding into you, the growing wetness of your center leaking through your underwear and staining his sweats.

His hands held onto your hips and slowly moved up and under your sweatshirt.

“Wait…” He parted from the kiss and looked down. “Is this my sweatshirt?”

You looked down, not even remembering exactly what you were wearing.

“Oh…I think so.” You said. “Sorry, you left it here a few days ago and I guess it got mixed up with my clothes.”

“Don’t apologize.” He but his lip with a smile. “You look hot in my clothes.” This was one of the many fantasies that Yeonjun dreamt about whenever he wasn’t with you. Him fucking you in his clothes. It satisfied the primal urge to make you his, to pin you down and fuck you full of his-

Yeonjun had to snap out of it.

Don’t get too carried away, Yeonjun…

He looked down at the wet spot on your panties, seeing just how quick it was for you to be so wet for him. He trailed his fingers over your slick covered underwear, putting enough pressure on your slit to make you twitch you hips upwards.

“Fuck…” He whispered as he watched another gush of slick deep through your panties. The fabric stuck to you, outlining your slick lower lips. His cock twitched at the image in front of him. As much as he wanted to fuck you dumb, his mouth watered, and he knew he just had to get a taste. “Can I eat you out?”

The question surprised you. Yeonjun had never eaten you out ever since you’ve dated, and things were met pretty simple. Actually, you’ve never been eaten out before, so this was new to you.

“I-It’s okay if you don’t want me to, I could just-“

“Yes.” You said quickly. As much as this was new to you, it didn’t stop you from ever fantasizing about his gorgeous lips wrapping around your clit…

It’s like you saw the excitement pass over Yeonjun’s face as he quickly made his move to put his face in between your thighs.

Yeonjun pushed your thighs open a bit more, and you felt a bit self conscious of your most sensitive area being right in front of his eyes. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he kept himself from pressing his nose right against your wetness, savoring your sweet scent.

You saw his ear twitch as his eyes darkened, and he flattened his tongue against your covered slit, getting a quick taste of you and teasing you at the same time.

“Fuck, you taste so good…” Yeonjun murmured, more like to himself than to you. In a hurry, he pushed himself up on his knees to slide your underwear off. Leaving you naked under Yeonjun’s baggy sweatshirt.

He placed himself back in between your legs, using his hands to grab onto your thighs and spread your legs further than needed. He couldn’t wait this time, immediately diving in and gathering all of the slick that had slipped out of you.

Your back arched, half in surprise and half in pleasure.

“Fuck, Yeonjun-“ You gasped, grabbing ahold of his messy hair. He held onto your thighs tightly as his tongue moved in and out of your hole, devouring your slick as if it was his first meal of the day.

You didn’t want to be too loud, so you bit your sleeve, your other hand tugging on his hair right behind his ears.

You thought that you’d be able to contain the volume of your moans until he wrapped his lips around your clit, and sucked, moaning at the taste, and it sent vibrations right up the nerves of your clit.

You mewled at that, trying to get in gulps of air. You felt like you could barely breathe with just how good he was eating you. He surprised you everyday with how good he was at everything.

His eyes met with yours, watching your every expression and every twitch and turn on your body. You just looked so dreamy in his eyes as he gave you the pleasure you deserved.

Spurred on by your heavenly sounds, he focused all of his attention on sucking in your sensitive clit, determined to make you cum.

You felt your high come closer and closer, and at this point, you didn’t care about the noise you were making. You just wanted to cum on his tongue, even more so than Yeonjun wanted.

With both of your hands, you grabbed ahold of his hair and started grinding your hips on him. Immediately, he flattened his tongue, watching as you used him to get yourself off. It was the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and it felt like he was going to cum just from this. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he was inside of you.

You repeated his name over and over like a mantra as you finally slipped over the edge, riding his tongue through your powerful orgasm. There was just something about you using him like this that made his cock twitch like crazy, and once your orgasm settled down, he didn’t give you time to breathe at all.

He didn’t even completely take his clothes off before he crawled back up to you and smashed his lips against yours, pulling his sweats down just enough to release his angry, leaking cock. You were to distracted by your own taste to notice the tip of his cock right at the entrance of your sopping hole, and you yelped once he slid into you all in one go, his hips meeting with yours in a harsh slap.

There was no time to waste, as he held himself up, hovering above you so that he could have a clear view of your face. He started pummeling inside of you, not able to control himself any further. He let himself wait for too long before allowing himself any pleasure.

“Oh my god-“ You gasped, grabbing a hold of his shoulders so that his harsh thrusts wouldn’t push you up the bed.

His moans were like music to your ears, and you felt him twitch uncontrollably inside of you, you couldn’t help the erotic noises that spilled from your throat.

“Fuck, this kissy takes me so well,” Yeonjun moaned, lost in the feeling of you clenching around him, accommodating his girth.

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing stopped the both of you in your tracks, him balls deep inside of you and looking over at his phone on your nightstand.

He looked so hot at this moment, his eyes furrowed in frustration, his chest moving up and down at his heavy breaths, his hair messy from the pulling, and sweat dripping down his forehead.

He reached over to pick up his phone, and he growled as he noticed it was Wooyoung. Why would he be calling him at this time?

“Yeonjun, baby~” You whined, clenching around him as you wanted to get back to it. “You can call him back when you’re done…please fuck me.”

“Fuck…” He groaned, throwing his phone to the side and returning back to you, starting his thrusts once again. He fucked you deep, not wanting you to miss the feeling of each and every inch of his lengthy cock.

“Oh, god-“ You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Please don’t stop, Yeonjun—I’m gonna cum!”

He wasn’t planning on stopping anyways. His stamina never failed to amaze you everytime he fucked you. You felt like he could go on and on for hours, but it never got that long before.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream as you arched your back, cumming hard on Yeonjun’s cock. Your nails dug into his shoulders, most likely making marks that’ll be there for days after this.

He winced, the pain turning into pleasure as he found it harder and harder to keep trusting in you. Shoved all the way into your pussy, he shallowly thrusted at a quick pace, his balls tightening as he got ready to release a load inside of you.

You whined at the overstimulation, diligently waiting for him to cum inside of you, filling you up just how you like it.

“Cum inside me, Jun-“ You whined to edge him on. “Fill me up…I want it-“

Fill her up, Yeonjun~

Fill her till she can’t take anymore~

Give her all your cum~

Fuck her full until she’s pregnant with your pups~

Knock her up, Yeonjun~

He let out a groan from deep in his gut as he finally came, spurt after spurt of his white cum filling you up and overflowing. He continued to weakly thrust inside of you until he was nearly dry, unable to continue filling you up.

Tired, Yeonjun released the weight on his arms, falling down on you, but careful not to suffocate you.

“Damn…” Yeonjun breathed out. “Tell me why I can’t keep my hands off you whenever I’m around you.”

“I’m trying to figure that out myself.” You replied, laughing even though you were tired al over again.

On the other side of the bed, Yeonjun noticed his phone vibrating every few seconds. He furrowed his brows in confusion and picked it up, seeing multiple messages from Wooyoung.

Wooyoung: bro u sure you don’t wanna come to the party tonight?

Wooyoung: you can bring (Y/N)

Wooyoung: i miss u :(

Wooyoung: where are you

Wooyoung: are you at (Y/N)’s house???

Wooyoung: can i come just to say hi

Wooyoung: i’ve never said more than two sentences to her

Wooyoung: can i meet my best friends girlfriend

Wooyoung: i’m coming over

Wooyoung: apartment number 48 right?

Wooyoung: wait…

Wooyoung: nvm it’s 49

Wooyoung: i hear y’all fucking

Wooyoung: so loud jeez

Wooyoung: i’ll come back another time

Wooyoung: have fun ig lol

“What is it?” You asked.

“Nothing.” Yeonjun said quickly. He knew you’d be embarrassed if you had known that Wooyoung heard the two of you. “Just Wooyoung spamming dumb shit about the party.”

“Oh…I’m hungry.” You pouted.

“Good thing I’ve got just what you need.” He said with a wink, then pulled out. “Oh, shit-“ He watched as his cum spilled out of you, momentarily forgetting what had just happened moments before. “Uh, let’s clean up first. Sorry…”

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About a week later, you went to class feeling more groggy than usual. There was a permanent frown on your face, and an ache in your stomach.

You guessed your period was about to come, and you dreaded it. It was almost like the week before your period was worse than the actual week of.

Though, it was weird, because you had feel this type of grogginess for a few weeks now, and your period hasn’t come yet. It was two days before it would usually come, but you weren’t too worried.

“Should you go to the doctor?” Yeonjun suggested while walking you home. “It could be something serious, especially if you’ve been feeling this way for a few weeks. What if it’s a stomach bug?”

“I’m fine, Jun.” You said. “Stuff like this has happened before.”

“I don’t know…” He frowned. “You said you’ve been gaining weight easily and feeling more tired than usual too, right?”

“Yeah, but it could be stress.” You said. “That sometimes happens when I’m stressed.”

“(Y/N).” Yeonjun looked at you with concern written all over his face. “I’m going to need you to care about yourself a little more. This really could be something serious, and it shouldn’t just be pushed to the side because of stress. Call the doctor. I’ll take you there.”

You sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to argue about this. You knew that Yeonjun just cared for you deeply, as he was always there for you whenever you didn’t feel your best.

So, you were able to schedule a doctors appointment for the next day, and Yeonjun drove you there like he said he would.

“If it’s nothing, you owe me my check-up fee.” You said to Yeonjun, who scoffed and laughed.

“Is this what I get for caring?” Yeonjun pouted.

“Yes.” You said. “I doubt it isn’t even that bad.”

“Well, I hope it’s not.”

The doctor walked back into the room, clipboard in hand. She greeted the two of you again and put on some hand sanitizer.

“So, I looked over your symptoms with the nurse.” She said. “Urine testing takes about three hours, five or take, so I cannot give a for sure diagnosis right now, but…your symptoms are quite clear for what it is.”

“It’s not too bad, right.” You chuckled nervously, expecting to hear that maybe you had caught a stomach bug after all.

“Eh, depends.” The doctor said, giving you a tight smile. “You’re pregnant, Ms.(Y/L/N).”

Silence.

“Uh…” Yeonjun cleared his throat. “That’s not final, though, right? S-since the urine test isn’t complete?”

“Technically, no, it’s not final.” The doctor said. “But the symptoms are prett obvious. You’re most likely 3-5 weeks pregnant by now.”

You couldn’t speak. This can’t be. You can’t be pregnant. You’re so young. You’re still in school with no career. Your apartment might be big enough for a baby, but do you have the money for it. Did Yeonjun even want a baby? What if he was going to leave you? What if this was too much for him?

“Due to the both of you being hybrids, the change for multiples is quite high.” The doctor said. “There’s a higher chance that you’d have twins or triplets than if you’d have just one.”

“Oh god.” The fear settled in, and you felt yourself start to panic. Though the doctor felt pity on you, she continued.

“We’ll call you once the urinology results are ready, and we can give you an accurate diagnosis,” The doctor said. “But for now, that is most likely what it is.”

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The results were in. You were really pregnant, and you had been pregnant for four weeks now. You didn’t even know it, and neither did Yeonjun, of course.

You laid on your couch, crying for days at your predicament. You had distanced yourself from Yeonjun, not allowing him to see you like this.

Did it matter, really, though? No one would want to become a parent so young in their life. Especially not Yeonjun. He’s always been the party type, always the type to live life to the fullest. Now his loser girlfriend was pregnant. Would you blame him if he was done with you and the baby(s) on the way? Not at all.

“(Y/N), baby, please talk to me. We can talk this out, we can figure this out, just please answer the phone, okay?”

You listened to yet another one of his voicemails, feeling guilty but not feeling brave enough to talk to him. The relationship didn’t even last long, but you were already into something that would take a life long commitment. How could you be so stupid?

“You know I won’t come over until you answer the phone, baby. I don’t want you to be alone, right now, especially not at a time like this. I don’t care about classes, I just want to see you. Please answer the phone.”

Was he frustrated at you? You couldn’t handle seeing his anger directed at you. You couldn’t handle seeing him right now. So you texted him just to ease the guilt that weighed on you.

(Y/N): i just want to be alone right now.

(Y/N): just leave me alone for a bit…

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Yeonjun paced back and forth, not knowing what to do with himself when he was away from you. This was a time where he knew that you shouldn’t be alone. He knew that you didn’t wan to be alone. You were just pushing him away, just like you always did when you didn’t want him to see you in an emotional state.

At the least, his feelings were hurt. He was surprised, too. He was anxious, too. This was his child, too! Did you not trust him enough to show him your rough sides? Was he not showing you just how much he loved and cherished you every day?

He could only blame himself, after all. His reputation, his attitude, everything. If he was more careful, this wouldn’t have happened. You’d trust him more, and your relationship would be even deeper. How could he get you to trust him?

Right now, he didn’t care about anything else. The only thing he cared about was you, and the future you two would have together. That’s all he wanted you to know. But you didn’t know. You, of course, thought the opposite. Like he didn’t care. Like he didn’t want to care.

It made him frustrated, so, so, frustrated. With himself, with you.

He called again, after leaving you alone for a day. He hoped that you would pick up this time, that maybe he had calmed down just a bit.

His heart stopped when you picked up the phone.

“Baby?” He spoke softly. He heard nothing for a few seconds, then suddenly heard the sounds of you softly sobbing.

You didn’t mean to cry. You were done with crying after a day, but the sound of him being so worried made you break down.

“Baby, please don’t cry,” Yeonjun frowned, feeling himself tear up just hearing you in so much anguish. “Please let me come over. Let’s talk, okay? We won’t be able to get through this is we don’t talk.”

He waited for you to answer, as you were silent for a minute.

“T-the door’s unlocked…” You sniffled.

And with that, he hurried to your apartment, keeping you on the phone the entire time. His heart was aching to see you again. It’s like he couldn’t be away from you for more than a day.

Five minutes later, he showed up at your apartment, rushing through the door and finding you on your couch.

Immediately, without one word exchanged, he ran to embrace you in a warm, tight hug. As a surprise to you, you hugged him back just as tight, not knowing just how much you missed him and just how much you needed a hug.

“Baby, you can’t…you can’t just do that anymore.” Yeonjun said. “You can’t be alone at times like this. It may sound selfish, but, y-you can’t do that to me.”

“I’m sorry.” You cried, not planning to offer an explanation. You’d feel too ashamed to do so.

“How have you been feeling?” He asked, looking at you. “You haven’t been hurting too bad, have you? Don’t ignore me, again, I’ll take care of you.”

“It’s just…just some nausea, that’s all.” You said. “I’m fine.”

He sighed, looking at you with deep concern. “Baby…you know you don’t have to hide anything from me, right? I don’t like how you shut yourself out when you’re sad or mad. I’m always here for you, especially now. Tell me what’s on your mind. I’m listening, I always am.”

You refused to look at him, eyes glued to the floor. Did you really want to open up to him? What if he wanted to eventually leave you? Leave you with your future child(ren)?

“Do…do you still want to be with me?” You asked him softly.

“What?” He tilted his head of the side, and gently grabbed your hand. “Of course I still want to be with you. Pregnant or not, I still want to be with you. What makes you think otherwise?”

“I just…we’re so young.” You said. “You have your whole life ahead of you, and…it feels like I’m trapping you with me. Don’t you…don’t you want to go explore and be free without the responsibility of a girlfriend with a child?”

“Of course not.” He said. What you were saying to him was absolutely ridiculous, but he didn’t want to show you how much it frustrated him while you were in a sensitive place right now. “I don’t think you understand, (Y/N). You are the most important person in my life. You’re young, too, and even though having a baby at this time isn’t ideal, I would never leave you alone to go through this yourself. This is something we both did, and I would hate myself for vet even thinking of leaving you alone. Do you understand, baby?”

You bit your lip, taking in everything he was saying.

“This is far from a trap, and…having a baby may not be the worst thing. Especially when it’s with you. I…I love you, (Y/N). I love you so much, and it hurts me to know that you’re thinking this way. Put a little faith in me, okay? I’m here for you, and I always will be.”

Tears fell from your eyes, but this time, they weren’t negative. This time, you felt loved. This time, you felt that you weren’t alone. Despite your insecurities and trust issues, Yeonjun still tried his hardest to show you just how much you meant to him. You were difficult, but Yeonjun didn’t care, because he really just loved you that much.

“Come here.” He said, gagging you in a hug again. He held you close to his chest, one of the many warm hugs that happened right on this couch. “I love you so much, okay? Never forget that.”

You nodded against his chest, letting out the last of your tears as you two hugged in silence.

A few minutes later, you uttered out the words, “I love you, too.”

Yeonjun didn’t think you’d say it. He didn’t think you were ready just yet, and he was fine with that. But hearing it come out of your mouth made his heart warm. There was no feeling better than love. Feeling loved, being loved, to love. Yeonjun never prioritized the feeling of love until he met you. He learned just how strong it could be, and just how important it was for him to feel. If you could make him feel this way, there was nothing else that he needed in the world.

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Heya darling! Alright I am the library anon and I need to see how you establish and expand upon Sirius🥰 Can I please get a piece on Sirius maybe actively pursuing Reader though she lets her fears get in the way? Bonus points if it ends in a big love confession from Sirius💖

of shakespeare and stars

pairing: marauders era!sirius black x fem!reader

summary: you’ve caught sirius black’s attention but are unrelenting in refusing his advances until one day when he goes too far in an attempt to woo you and is forced to be …*shudders*... sincere.

warnings: angst and fluff, public embarrassment, mentions of social anxiety, mentions of abusive family.

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 2k

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You had almost made it to Herbology, which meant that you were almost safe. Safe from the menace that otherwise went by the name Sirius Black. You had to admit, the boy had his moments, but he was also renowned for pursuing a different girl every week, and for the last four, his sights had been set on you.

You assumed that the reason you had held his attention for so long was because he liked a challenge, and it seemed as though he was not giving up any time soon. You just wished that the invisibility cloak from your beloved childhood tale had been real so that you could use it to get to each class without prompting that dreaded-

“y/l/n, wait up!”

You groaned and sped up, hoping to avoid yet another cringe-worthy encounter with the rambunctious marauder. To no avail.

“Phew!” Sirius panted, “Nearly missed that gorgeous face. How would I have made it through Care of Magical Creatures?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, Black,” you retorted smugly, “I’d take a Chimaera over you any day.”

Sirius placed an open palm to his chest dramatically. “Oh how you wound me y/l/n.”

You smirked, keeping your pace up as you approached the greenhouse, hoping that the tolerable silence continued for the remainder of your trek.

“So…” Sirius piped up, mischievously, “Have you given any more thought to that date of ours? I was thinking we could spend an evening under the stars in the Astronomy Tower. I would feed you chocolate-covered strawberries and then, who knows?”

You rolled your eyes as you reached the greenhouse before turning to him over your shoulder. “Never gonna happen, Black.”

…

“Pads, please, that was pitiful to watch,” James complained as Sirius approached the rest of the Marauders. They began walking to their classroom. “When are you gonna give up on that girl?”

“My dear Prongs, at the ripe age of eleven, I was sorted into Gryffindor house. You know the kind of backlash that brought with my parents. I spent years developing the skills to set up permanent-sticking charms of Gryffindor banners, pictures of girls in bikinis, and motorcycles throughout my room at my parent’s house. I went through every step to become an animagus for our swell chum Remus here-”

Remus shuddered.

“Sorry, Moony-”

Remus awkwardly waved it away as nothing as they turned the corner to the Care of Magical Creatures classroom.

Sirius suddenly turned around to face the group, who quickly stopped behind him.

“My point is…” Sirius stood tall, raising his head regally, as if a king making a declaration to the mere peasants below, “If there is one thing that Sirius Black is not, it’s a QUITTER.”

With a flourish, he turned and dramatically entered the classroom behind him.

…

Entering the Astronomy classroom, you were surprised to find that Sirius didn’t try his usual flirtatious banter with you this time. Instead, he opted to merely turn to you with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

Oh no, you decided, this was much worse.

Class began with Professor Sinistra giving her usual praise to Sirius for, you assumed, existing?

“And congratulations are to be given once again to our star pupil, Sirius Black, for his outstanding star chart homework.”

“Well, Professor,” Sirius began in his usual cocky tone, “They don’t call Sirius the brightest star for nothing.”

Remus groaned at the same time you did, while James let out an approving chuckle.

“Oh- why yes, yes.” Professor Sinistra continued in an attempt to regain the composure of the class. “Now, today-”

“Actually Professor,” Sirius interrupted, “I have something that I would like to say in front of the class, on the topic of the brightest stars in the sky.”

“Very well Sirius.”

The next two minutes would be the experience that you would refer to for years to come whenever anyone mentioned the term “mortification”. You would say that no living being knew mortification the way that you had the moment that Sirius Black, in front of a room full of students and a bewildered Professor Aurora Sinistra, knelt down in front of you and recited Shakespeare.

He cleared his throat and looked up at you with his trademark smirk and a raised eyebrow before dramatically closing one hand before his face in focus.

“Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browned night;

Give me my y/n; and, when I shall die,

Take her and cut her out in little stars,

And she will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night…”

When he had finished, he stood up and bowed, looking up at you with both eyebrows raised, asking if you were impressed, if he had finally won, if he had finally convinced you with his declaration to go on a date with him. But all you felt was shame. The room was muffled with the amount of blood that had rushed to your face. Holding back tears, you grabbed your books, muttering something to Professor Sinistra about needing to be excused.

Retreating to the nearest bathroom, you threw water in your face and breathed deep breaths to calm yourself. You looked in the mirror tentatively. As expected, you were beyond Gryffindor red, and you were convinced that you could never be seen in public again. By the time you left the bathroom and headed to your dorm, you had decided that changing your name and hiding in the Muggle world would be a fate better than this. At least that way you would never have to see the smug face of Sirius Black again.

…

The rest of your day had passed by uneventfully, but whether that was due to you essentially locking yourself in your dorm through dinner and thanking your lucky…well…stars…that astronomy had been your last class, was anyone’s guess.

While you had been determined to stay cooped up in your room until the next day, you felt the need for some fresh air and waited until later in the night to sneak back up to the Astronomy Tower where you ironically felt the most at peace.

Tonight was no different. Something about the quiet of the night, feeling the intimacy of your connection with the stars, secure in the knowledge that nobody was going to interrupt you, was so freeing. You felt like you could be anybody - you could be you - with only the stars as your judge. But then you remembered Sirius’ concluding words

That all the world will be in love with night.

Ugh. He had to take your special time as well. Nothing was sacred with that boy.

“Merlin’s beard, what kind of a buffoon quotes Shakespeare in front of an entire class?!?”

“Uh, this buffoon would be the answer to that question.”

You sighed and turned to see Sirius Black cautiously approaching you. He gestured to the spot next to you. You reluctantly nodded.

“Look y/n-”

“Sirius, I-”

Sirius chuckled. “May I?”

You nodded again.

“y/n, I’d like to apologise.”

“Wow, the great Sirius Black knows what that word means,” you retorted. “Colour me impressed.”

He grimaced in pain. “Okay, I guess I deserve that. But genuinely, I want to apologise for my behaviour today in class-”

“I just don’t understand why.” You interrupted. “I’ve been wracking my brain all evening trying to work out what I could have possibly done to you to warrant that kind of humiliation. I knew you were a prankster but I didn’t realise you could be so cruel.”

He was silent for a moment, lost in thought looking up at the stars. You were surprised by the tenderness of his voice when he began speaking again.

“I assume that it’s common knowledge that my family are…well, disapproving of basically my entire existence. It’s not been an easy road and it’s basically the most unpleasant reminder imaginable every time I go to Astronomy. Good ol’ Black family. What an original theme. Even just doing the homework is brutal.”

“Look, I’m sorry about your family. Truly. I can’t imagine how tough that must be. But if you hate it so much, why are you even doing Astronomy? I get that you’re a prodigy at it but that’s no reason to continue if it’s hurting you this badly.”

He laughed. “Only you would offer me sympathy when I literally ruined your day.”

“Yes, well, unlike some people, I have the decency to respect the dignity of my peers.”

He nodded in thought again.

You sighed. “Alright, so what’s your reason for doing Astronomy then? What could possibly be so important to you that it’s enough to make you sit through all those torturous lessons and triggering homework tasks?”

He turned to you then, dark eyes finding yours in a tender expression of longing. Then, in the most vulnerable voice you had heard in your life, he uttered just one word.

“You.”

Your eyebrows raised in shock. “I’m sorry, you mean to tell me that this silly infatuation you currently have with me is supposedly strong enough to make you endure a year’s worth of Astronomy lessons?”

“Well, yes.” He chuckled nervously. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

You looked at him quizzically. “Because you’re Sirius Black? You change interest in girls more often that I visit the library. Which is often. Besides, the only thing that makes me special compared to those other girls is that I don’t give in as soon as a pretty boy shows some interest in me.”

Sirius feigned shock. “Did you just call me…pretty?”

You rolled your eyes. “You are unbelievable.”

He smiled. “No, what is unbelievable is that you haven’t noticed that my affections have only been directed at you for the entirety of this year.”

You laughed. “Good one, Black, I’ll admit, that was quite funny.”

He looked at you knowingly for a moment.

“Wait…you’re serious?”

“Well technically I’m always Sirius.”

You groaned. At your wit’s end with his riddles, you moved to stand up. “As…tolerable…as this has been, Black, I’d better be off.”

He reached up for your arm to stop you. “Wait, y/n, please.”

You sighed and sat down in annoyance.

“Why are you so stubbornly refusing to believe this? To believe me?”

You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “I’m scared. I don’t want to let you in just to be hurt. I don’t want to be another one of your floozies. I need to know - is this real, or do you just want someone to pursue?”

He took both of your hands in his as he considered his response thoughtfully. “y/n. I thought that it was a loving gesture to profess my feelings for you in front of the class and I realise now that that was just me being a coward, wanting to use someone else’s words rather than my own so that they were somehow worthy of you. But the truth is, I’ll never be worthy of you. You’re one of the most brilliant witches of our year, if not the school. You have the kindest heart - I mean, the fact that you’re even letting me speak to you after what I did today let alone actively try to comfort me is testament to that. You make me want to be…better… somehow. To show you that I’m more than just the guy that hides behind pranks and flirting to cover up how empty he feels inside. I just don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to show you that I’m really, truly, undeniably, pathetically, head over heels for you.”

You caressed his cheek, lifting his head up from its drooped state. He hadn’t the courage to look you in the eye.

“You just did.”

As he smiled, you saw a glimmer of the child he hoped he had been. One worthy of the love of his parents. His brother.

You pulled him into a gentle hug, heart melting at his vulnerability and tenderness. For a moment, you wondered who he was and what he had done with the real Sirius.

As you pulled away, leaving his warm embrace, you smiled kindly at him.

“So does this mean we get to go on that date?!?”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully.

Yep. There he was.

a/n: oh my goodness you are the absolute sweetest library anon! thank you so much for sending in my first request on this blog ☺️ I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope that it is everything that you wanted it to be - it’s the least I can do to repay your kind words. please feel free to request again in future 🥰

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10 minutes

Request: Hi there! Im not sure if you accept requests or not, but if you do, can I ask for a Squid Game, Sangwoo x Y/n scenario? Lets say that, for the sake of the fic, 3 people can be winners in the game instead of only 1, but right now there are 4 people alive. Gihun, Saebyeok, Sangwoo and Y/n. Y/n is given the choise to eliminate someone with a gun, and declare the winners. But, the players witness Y/n eliminating themselves, in order for them to win. Even worse if Y/n and Sangwoo were in a long term relationship/ married. Y/n can be afab or gender neutral, but Im so curious of how this scenario would play out. Thank you for reading!

Parings: Cho Sang-Woo x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst Suicide, fighting, guns

A/N: I changed the pacing of the pic to suit my own taste, but I still hope the person who requested this still enjoys it.

“Did his life mean nothing to you?” You shouted towards Sang-Woo, the two of you had just re-entered the resting rooms, waiting for the rest of the survivors to arrive. The brutal and emotional betrayal of Ali done by your fiancé, in order to keep you alive broke you. All the games were traumatic, but this one specifically showed you just how cunning your fiancé really was. Ali someone who thought both you and your fiancé as friends, someone he could trust in the insanity of this is game. Ali looked at you in disbelief once he realized the bags were switched, he screamed and yelled, heartbroken at your unintentional betrayal. You couldn’t even believe it when you saw a bag full of marbles in your own hands, you never even realized the switch happening nor did either of you witness it. You begged the guards to let you die instead of him, you tugged at the guard’s body practically trying to aim the gun at yourself. But they weren’t going to let you escape from the gruesome reality that the game brought. Regardless the timer already went off, so any negotiation would be useless. Ali was shot right in front of your eyes.

“This is a survival game, for fucks sake. We cannot worry about anyone except for ourselves, otherwise we’ll never come out here alive.” Sang-Woo’s behaviour was downright dirty, but he was the only one being realistic out of the two. This idea of building up friendships is illogical, and he blames your nativity for that. Because if it came down to it, Ali would’ve saved himself over you. Which was what was going to happen regardless. He couldn’t comprehend why you were so star struck by the betrayal, any connection you made with other team players were out of desperation for survival. Sang-Woo figured he was being objective, while you weren’t. This money could be life changing, not could…would be. He figured enough therapy would put your sorrows away, but his need to win ignored that your traumas could never go away.

“He..he has a family, a child waiting for his father to return. You took that away from him.” Your voice became more hushed, but still spat the same venom as earlier. “Well then maybe he should’ve thought about them before he decided partaking in this game. Whether he died now, or later. It wouldn’t make a difference for you and I.” He was getting agitated; he didn’t want to have this conversation with you. Not discussing his recent brutality, allowed him to ignore that side of him. He didn’t want to confront his demons, and neither should you.

“Well, he never had a chance so who knows, maybe he would’ve won the game. But we will never know because you took that chance, the possibility away from him.” Sang-Woo had a response, but he didn’t say anything, he knew arguing with you back would serve no justice to the situation. When you knew he wouldn’t respond, you sat yourself down on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest.

Eventually, Sang-Woo approached you, sitting himself right besides you. “If you had the opportunity to save me…would you?” his voiced was soft and endearing. He placed his arm around your shoulder.

“Yes.” You didn’t even think twice your response.

“Then why do you judge me for something you would’ve done yourself? You only feel guilty because of the emotional attachment, but had you not known him, you probably wouldn’t even thought twice at what I did.” His voice gave out wisdom, but your face layed with confusion. I mean yeah, you’re going to feel guilty betraying someone you have a connection with vs someone you don’t. He’s just stating the obvious.

Before you could respond the rest of the survivors finally arrived, making it just four people left alive. Yourself, Sang-Woo, Gi-hun, and Saebyeok. The night was approaching, and you knew the final game was arriving. Your anxiety was becoming unbearable, that you couldn’t even sleep. Sang-Woo was resting besides you, and you looked at him what seemed to be the only moment of peace he’s had since the beginning of the game. You fiddled with your engagement ring; you couldn’t help but wonder if marrying someone as ruthless as he was? Granted he did it to save your life, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it came down to the two of you, would he have brutally tricked you to save his own life? Maybe not, maybe so. But the hypothetical thought brought you to shivers. You didn’t want to know, but you’ll soon find out.

It seems that Saebyeok was also awake, because she saw you fiddling with your engagement ring. She quietly walked over to your side of the bed. Waving a hand in order to not startle you, she wanted to ask if you were okay, but the answer was obvious. “Are you ready for the final game?” she whispered. Once again Saebyeok knew the answer, nobody ever felt ready, but she wanted to create conversation in hopes to ease out your nerves.

“As ready as I can be. Any guesses on what the next game might be?” you asked hopelessly.

“Considering it’s the last game, probably something that requires 3 of us dead.” Saebyeok instantly regretted her words once she realizes that you were slightly scared by her words. “I-I mean, who knows. Maybe that won’t be the case.” She stumbled over her own words.

“I really enjoyed our time together.” You knew she was most likely right. Having one survivor win the game felt the most realistic. You looked around the room, realizing that this would be the last moment you saw any of them alive. You knew better than to think you’d survive this game.

“I appreciate your kindness…You always had my back, even with the way I treated you.” Her voice was filled with forgiveness, when she first met you, she was cold towards you, yet you were nothing but kind.

“Well, you can repay me” you told her playfully. “If you win, you’ll have to take care of my cat.” You smiled at her.

She smiled back at you for a bit, then her face went back to sadness. “Will you take care of my brother…if you win?”

You gave her a hug “Of course.”

***

The walk towards the next game made you so anxious you felt like you could throw up. Your head was dizzy, and you couldn’t walk straight. Sang-Woo picked up on that and slide an arm around your waist to keep you stable.

You arrived to a luminated room, there was no intricate designs, or crazy sets. Just an empty room, with a gun on a pillar with a red velvet cushion beneath it.

“The rules are simple; three survivors are required for the game to be complete. Kill off one remaining member of the group, using the gun provided. The gun has 3 bullets however, use it wisely. You have 10 minutes. If all members remain after the timer is up, all will be eliminated.”

As soon as the voice finishes, a timer appears beginning to count down. Everyone froze, nobody knew who was going to go first, and grab the gun. Neither did they know who’d be killed off. It was already clear to Gi-Hun that there was a disadvantage. You were sided with Sang-Woo as his fiancée, and Gi-Hun overheard your conversation with Saebyeok. So, at the very least there was an alliance there.

Sang-Woo was the first to walk towards the gun, then Gi-Hun both you and Saebyeok were frozen in your place having no idea what the fuck to do.

Sang-Woo was able to grab the gun off of the piler, just for it to slip out of his hand. Saebyeok ran towards the direction in which the gun fell from the floor. Gi-Hun pushed her which led her to fall harshly onto the floor. Saebyeok let out a harsh groan from the fall, you ran over towards her direction to check on her. You felt like you weren’t built for this battle. You had no clue what you were going to do. “Are you alright?” You asked leaning down to her level on the floor. She looked at you in disbelief “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Go fight.” She shouted at you.

Meanwhile Sang-Woo and Gi-Hun were both struggling with tackling each other. You realized that they were fighting to put each other down, then grabbing the gun. You ran to go pick it up, then Gi-Hun released himself off of Sang-Woo and ran towards you. His hands were now on top of your own, battling for the dominance of the gun. Sang Woo ran to grab Gi-Hun off you, and Saebyeok ran to do the same. Just as when Sang-Woo was able to pull Gi-Hun off your body, Gi Huns finger was still around the trigger unintentionally rather he just wanted to have a better grip. As both Saebyeok and Sang-Woo successfully pulled Gi-hun off you, his hand slips over the trigger, and sends a bullet directly into your stomach.

Your screams were loud, if not louder than the gunshot itself. Everyone froze, in disbelief. You were crying in agony, the pain essentially being unbearable. Your body began to tremble at the inescapable pain as a hole was sliced through your organs. The gun had fell to the ground and Gi-Hun quickly began to apologize, his survival instincts override his brain, he felt nothing but guilt. Sang-Woo looked at him with nothing but blood. And he grabbed the gun off the ground.

“ASSHOLE!” he yelled, shooting the second gun aimlessly, as did Gi-Hun before, hitting Gi-Huns foot. Gi-Hun screamed aggressively falling to the ground. The gun dropped near your face and Sang-Woos hands trembled as he looks at your helpless body. Saebyeok face was covered in shock, she couldn’t believe what was going on.

“Baby… Oh my god.. Baby say something.” Sang-Woos face was teary, he couldn’t keep his eyes open to see your face as they were filled with waves of tears. He held your bleeding body tightly to his own, rocking your dying body back and forth. You took your free less weakened hand and grabbed the gun. And pulled it behind your back. Going unnoticed by San-Woo.

“Please, please just fucking speak to me.” His shaky voice cracked mid-sentence. “The game isn’t over love.” You croaked out. “There’s still 3 minutes left.”

He didn’t listen to your words despite having begged you to speak merely seconds ago.

“Baby... Y/N.. baby I love you so much. So fucking much. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. For Ali, for everything. I need you; I fuck..I can’t do this without you. We were supposed to get married- We-“

He felt something slip into his pockets and slowly let you go to see what it was; it was your engagement ring. He scrunched his hands at the sight. “No-“

“Remember earlier, when you asked if I would save you? Well, it’s my turn baby.” Your voice was disappearing as the pain consumed your body. “Take care of Saebyeok will you? Make sure Gi-Hun spends his money wisely, and please take care of the cats” you tried to be humours, yet no laughs were met.

Saebyeok was on the other side of the room due to her checking on Gi-hun, and your words were finally clicking in for her. She began running towards your direction “Y/N NO” she practically screamed.

“I love you Woo.” Sang-Woo’s brain froze as you proceeded to pull the gun to your head. Without hesitation clicking the gun, sending the bullet directly into your brain. With 30 seconds left on the clock, you were declared dead.

Saebyeok stopped in her tracks and fell to her knees, in tears. Gi-Hun face was plastered with disbelief, and Sang-Woo, was emotionless. His last 24 hours with you, was spent breaking your heart. Turning you against your own friend and arguing away your final moments together. The last moment of happiness you had together was hours before you both joined the game, when he got on his knees and asked you to be the one to spend eternity together.

Unfortunately, eternity meant 96 hours and 10 minutes.

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Take My Picture ~ Jongho/ 1

Pairing- Jongho x Named Reader

Word count- 2k

Includes- angst, sex, public sex, riding, from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff

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For this series only, the couple is from Unexpected

Jongho POV

I stare at the water in so much anger

We just finished filming for a new show we've yet to air

After filming of course I went straight to Joanne

She came with us because I wanted her with me this time

She hugged me tightly, told me she was so proud of me, giving me kisses all over my face, not caring that I was sweaty

The guys all disappeared back to the house we're staying at to film this, leaving us outside

I wanted to stay outside with her and maybe take a walk along the river

She agreed but wanted to use the bathroom first

When she went to the bathroom, I was walking to the kitchen to get us some water bottles

Just as I was about to walk in I heard San, Wooyoung, Yeosang and Mingi talking shit about her

Well not Mingi but he wasn't doing anything to stop them

"She's such a slut, wearing that skimpy short dress around us", Wooyoung snapped, "Easy access for Jongho to fuck her. That's all she's good for. Fucking and coming in"

"That's a little harsh", Mingi said

"Please Mingi, she already fucked two of our members like it's nothing", Yeosang said, "How long before she tries to fuck another one?"

"Did you hear how she talked to Jongho? Like he's a baby?", San laughed

"Yeah", Yeosang chuckled

"Jonghie you were so good", San said in a high pitched voice, imitating her, "I'm so proud of you. You were so cute"

Wooyoung snorted, "She just said that to get his dick. She used to say the same shit to me and the next thing we were fucking. She just wants his dick not him"

"I think she loves him", Mingi put in

"She loves sex. She's a whore. A pathetic slut who opens her legs for anyone"

The rage that I felt was something I've never felt before

I wanted to kill them all

I did go into the kitchen and told them all off, ripping them new assholes

I told them she's not a whore, she loves me and if I ever heard any of them talking about her like that again, I'd knock them out

Wooyoung scoffed, "Fuck off. You'll see. She'll do the same to you. Fuck someone a few weeks after you've broken up. Then claim she loves him just so she can keep fucking him. Slut"

"You cheated on her you fucking dick!", I roared, "You hurt her you delusional piece of shit. You're here talking shit about her even though you're still in love with her. And I know, I know you'd be with her again in an instant if she left me and wanted you"

He glared at me, not saying anything

"You're a pathetic loser who can't get over his ex, who you fucked over.", I shouted, "She loves me. She's mine. Fuck off"

When I turned to San and Yeosang, I said, "Keep your fucking mouths shut about her. You know fucking nothing. Shut up or I'll shut you up"

Then I had to leave or I was going to destroy something

I'm trying to breathe in and out, trying to calm myself but every time I think about it, my hands form right into fists

I hear footsteps in the grass knowing it's her

She sits down next to me, "Jonghie. What happened baby? I heard you yelling from the bathroom but I didn't hear what was happening"

"It's nothing jagi"

"Jonghie, it's not nothing", she says, taking my hands and unclenching them, "Tell me baby"

"They...they were talking shit about you"

"And you went in and defended me?"

I nod, "I'm so angry baby. I...I haven't felt this angry before. I wanted to hit all of them"

"Baby, don't listen to them", she says softly, "I know it upsets you but it's just words that are untrue. You know they're untrue and I know they are. It doesn't matter. Wooyoung is still upset and if him talking shit about me makes him feel better then let him"

She's said all this before and I understand but it's so hard to hear those things about her and not say anything

"I love you Jongho. And as long as you don't believe the things they're saying then I don't care what they say"

"I don't jagi", I answer, taking her hand, lacing our fingers, "Nothing they say is true"

"Then forget it. It's not worth it to get mad", she says, running her fingers in my hair, "I wanna be with my Jonghie for the rest of the day and I want us to have fun. Not worry about what those dummies say"

I smile, listening to her, "I want that too baby"

"Good", she smiles, kissing my cheek, then pulling out her phone, "And look at the cute picture I took of you when you took a break from the challenge"

I look at her phone to see a picture of my back, crouching down in front of the water

"You can't see my face though"

"I know but I thought it was so cute because you look so small here when you're usually such a huge hulking sexy guy", she giggles making me laugh

"Yeah that's me. Huge hulking sexy guy"

"It is Jonghie. You are", she says, "Now are you going to kiss me or what?"

I smile at her

She always knows what to say to make me feel better

To make my worries go away

"Hmm, I think I'm going to kiss you"

Leaning towards her, I press a kiss to her soft, beautiful lips

Her arms move around my neck, kissing me back and her kiss feels so good

Licking her lip, she opens her mouth for my tongue, pressing hers against mine, the kiss heating up

She moves into my lap, straddling me, kissing me hard

My hands slide down to her hips, moving her along my hard dick

God she can make me hard in seconds

That hasn't changed at all

After six months of being together we're still all over each other, all the time

I always want her, she always wants me and there's no reason not to

Her hands move down to my pants, undoing my belt, button and zipper

She takes my cock out of the hole in my boxers, her hand stroking me nice and fast

"Fuck baby", I groan

"Tell me what you want Jonghie. I'll do whatever my baby wants"

"Wanna be in your pussy", I moan softly

That's where I always want to be

I like hand jobs and blow jobs but nothing compares to being inside that tight, soaking, warm cunt that takes me so fucking well

Reaching under her dress, I pull her panties to the side, begging, "Please sit on my cock baby. Please"

She lifts herself up, guiding my cock to her hole, then sinks slowly down on me

"Holy shit", I gasp, feeling her tightness open for me, hugging me hard, greedily sucking me in

"All in baby. I wanna be all in", I murmur, pushing her all the way down"

"Oh fuck Jonghie. Love your huge cock", she whimpers, pushing my jacket and hoodie off

"Love your pussy", I moan, leaning back on my hands, "Ride me baby"

She lifts herself up, sliding up my length, leaving me a dripping creamy mess

She slips back down hard, taking me all in, my cock hitting her spot deep inside her

"Yes Jonghie", she cries, moving harder, faster, fucking me so well, her hands gripping my shoulders so hard

"Oh god yes", I groan, "Fuck jagi, just like that baby. Keep going. Take me inside that pretty cunt. So fucking good "

Her cunt pulses around me so hard, her head back, pleasure all over her face

Looking down, her dress is covering everything and I wanna watch

"Jagi, let.....let me see", I whine

She knows what I want, immediately pulling the front of her dress up

I lock my eyes on my cock going inside her

Jesus there's so much cream on my cock, a pretty creamy white ring around my base and all over my boxers, the pleasure so intense

"God that pussy is so wet", I moan, "Swallowing me so well"

"Mmm Jonghie. Always hungry for your cock"

"I know baby. You're on me all the time"

She smirks at me, "You have a rideable cock baby. Sue me for wanting to ride you"

"Na uh", I shake my head, "I want this creamy pussy on me. Whenever you want. My cock is here for you whenever you want"

"Good", she smirks, riding me hard, "And is it here for me to cum on?"

"Always"

"Good cuz I'm gonna cum right now"

I know she is

I feel her clenching me

"Jongho. Jongho!", she cries, coming, the pleasure from her orgasm blinding me

I can't tear my eyes from her small slit throbbing around me, creamy cum pouring out of her, dripping down my cock that's not in her

"Fuck Jongho oh my god. So good baby", she yells

When she finishes, I pull her off me, getting her on her hands and knees and barreling into her from behind

Leaning over her, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling back and thrusting back in

"Yes Jonghie"

I fuck into her fast, splitting her cunt on my rock hard cock, feeling her sucking me back in each stroke as I slam into her spot

"God baby, this cunt is so greedy. Wants my cock over and over"

"Yes Joongie. Yes"

Her fingers are ripping up the grass, digging into the dirt from the pleasure

"Do I feel good baby?", I tease, "Do you like me impaling you on my cock, hitting your spot each time?"

"Yes oh fuck yes, I love it"

"I gotta fuck you hard and fast jagi. We're in public and I don't wanna take too long. I don't wanna get caught", I tell her, "But don't worry, tonight I'll fuck you nice and slow, eat that pretty cunt and make you cum over and over. Do you want that?"

"Yes Jongho. Yes I want it so much"

"Good baby girl. So how about you cum on me and I'll fill you up with my cum?"

I slam extra hard into her, listening to her yell my name as she orgasms, her pussy gripping my length in a death grip, fluttering like crazy

I keep fucking her, so close and after a few more thrusts, I bury inside her, spilling my cum deep inside, ecstacy falling all over me

"Milk my cock baby", I moan, rubbing her clit and making her cunt constrict around me more and more

And to make her cum again

"Jongho. Oh fuck", she whines, fall over the edge again, feeling so fucking incredible

"That's it baby. Good girl. My good girl"

When we both finish, I pull out of her and turn her around, kissing her cheek softly as she lays on her back breathing hard

"Ok baby?"

She nods, "More than ok"

I pull her dress down, her panties moving back into place after I pulled out

I tuck myself back inside my boxers, the black fabric stained white with her cream

"Fuck Joongie, I'm sorry", she says looking at my boxers, as I touch the spots her cream is in

I just shrug, "You have my cum in your panties. It's only fair I have yours on mine. Still sticky and wet too"

Her eyes widen and I just smile, pulling my pants up and fixing them

Standing, I hold my hands out to her and she takes them

I help pull her up, then ask as I pick up my hoodie and jacket, "Still wanna go for a walk?"

She smiles nodding, "Definitely"

She makes next to me, leaning on my side, her arm around me

I move my arm around her waist, keeping her against me, kissing the top of her head

Then together we start walking

[taem-min-archived2]

“Best” Friends To || l.yh

PAIRING || Ten x female reader, mentions of Mark x female reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Humour

SUMMARY || Best friends to lovers trope. Probably the best trope to exist. What was not amazing about it? The mutual pining, the comfort, the sexual tension, the everything. And to say that you were nearly living your fantasy trope was an understatement, for you were madly in love with your best friend Ten. All you wished for was for him to return those feelings to you because all best friends eventually fell in love right? But maybe sometimes...the laws of the universe were meant to be broken.  

Or, in which, after an unexpected turn of events. you find your heart broken by the last person you thought would ever do that.

WARNINGS || Angst

WC || 2k

COLLAB || Part of the Leftovers Collab by Amy @dulceamar (thank you for letting me take part!!!), part of the Love Shot event by @neowritingsnet​ and part of the Dionysa event by @ankathi-a​ .

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“So,” He said, stretching himself like a slender cat over the couch, catching your eyes as you looked up to him from the book you were reading.

“So?” You asked back, wondering what must have been on his mind that it was more urgent than the nearing-the-deadline project the two of you were working on. It wasn’t a really group project, in fact it was just a thesis you had to write about the book you had been assigned to read. But the two of you had decided to do it together, like countless other things you did together. Because that’s what best friends were for right?

Always together and never apart.

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, or as you called him Ten, had been your best friend since the two of you were in diapers. You both were like two peas in a pod, spending enough time together to make anyone who didn’t know you well wonder of you were a couple or not.

You couldn't imagine replacing him with someone, and neither could he. Both of you were partners in crime, bound together for eternity of friendship and mischief.

The two of you loved each other great, but of course the love didn't cross the boundary of platonic. When you both were younger, he used to regularly joke that two of you would end up marrying each other because no one probably would want to spend the rest of their lives with either of you two. Back then it was funny, really funny, because honestly you couldn‘t see yourself falling for your best friend.

The love was platonic and you were sure it would stay like that forever and maybe in the future when the two of you had your own lovers, you all could go on double dates and it felt like a blissful future back then.

Just two best friends, platonically in love.

Until you weren’t.

You really weren't sure when that platonic changed to romantic or when you had crossed that thin line between friendship and love, but you were damn sure you were in love with him.

To put it in simple words, you were heads over heels with your best friend Ten, and even though you knew it was a dangerous territory you were walking into, you couldn’t help it.

Now you understood in all the books you had read or the dramas you had watched, why the second leads always bottled up their feelings and just accepted fate when their best friends walked away with someone else because you too weren’t willing to risk it or your friendship, all for the sake of your feelings.

Sometimes, you would jokingly ask him if he still wanted to get married to you because secretly the idea very much appealed to you now but of course knowing Ten, he would just laugh and agree with you, saying that no one could possibly bear your unceasing banter of books except him.

These moments of 'yes' felt like music to your ears, but you were smart enough to know not to dwell on these fantasies too much.

There were days when you wanted to avoid him, anything to stop  yourself from falling in love with you more.

But as though fate was a cruel thing, you would find your worried best friend in front of your house, armed with your favourite food and board games, asking if you were okay.

And that just made it worse.

Presently, you found yourself having a conversation with him that you were dearly hoping you wouldn't.

Not with him at least.

"Do you have a date for the Valentine's Day prom?"

You nearly winced at the straightforwardness of his question. Always straight to the point, Ten never beat about the bush. 

"Of course not. How can I?"

"Yeah of course. How could you?" He mimicked you.

You turned to glare at him and met his amused face instead. 

“Are you making fun of me.” You narrowed your eyes at him and he raised up his hands in defence.

“I was just agreeing with you.”

"Are you saying I'm not date worthy-"

"You are so date worthy that I would date you any second you ask me to."

You froze at his words, cheeks heating up. Did he- did he mean that?

Ten burst out laughing and you glared at him once more.

"Look at you, " he said, ruffling your hair.  You felt your heart flutter a little and you tried your level best to ignore it by choosing violence over accepting his love. You swatted away his arm but that just made Ten grin more. "Blushing at a little compliment."

"That's because no one gives me compliments."

"That's not true." Ten countered back. "Didn't Mark Lee from computer drown you in compliments last year?"

“Yeah well…” You said uneasily.

It was true that Mark had complimented you a lot, he was also super nice to you. But you had rejected him, as politely as you could, because you were in love with someone else and as bleak as the future seemed, you didn't want to lead Mark onto something you yourself were not sure about.

“Did he ask you out this year too?” Ten asked, getting up and sitting beside you. You focused on the book in your hand, dearly hoping he would drop the subject.

“No he didn’t.” You replied curtly.

"Then I can assume you are free that night?"

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Just what was he talking about?

"Then will you be my date for Valentine's?"

"Are you sure you want me to be your date? Like do you not have anyone?" You asked again, as the two of you entered the dress shop. The two of you had decided to go shopping today for the prom so that you could pick your clothes together.

Ten stopped in his tracks, causing you to nearly bump into him. And then he turned towards you.

"Is dating me that bad?" He asked dryly, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you looked away embarrassed.

"It's not bad." You muttered. Then shaking your head, you looked up at him. "It's just that…why me?"

"Do you want me to remind you of our marriage proposal? Or do you want me to pull out my "thousand reasons I love Y/N" book?"

"That book sounds good-"

"I left it at home-"

"Fine. Don't answer me."

You turned away and pretended to pick a dress,  hoping he wouldn't see your dejected face.

"You are pretty." Ten said all of a sudden.

You could feel your heart rate picking up once more but you acted like you were unfazed.

"And smart. And kind." Vaguely, you were aware of Ten’s presence as he came and stood right behind you. "And everything anyone could ever want."

His voice had dropped by an octave and you felt goosebumps rise up on your skin.

Gently, he placed his hands on your shoulder and the world seemed to fade away as he turned you towards him..

Your cheeks burned as your eyes flicked to his, and you realised how close the two of you were.

Of course the two of you had been much closer before too, but this felt more…romantic.

Ten looked at you earnestly and you felt your stomach flip. His eyes flicked to your lips.

"T-Ten?" You whispered.

Your voice seemed to have broken him off his reverie and he stumbled back from you, looking equally flustered.

"I'm sorry." He muttered embarrassed, looking at the floor. "I don't know why I did that."

"It's, uh, it's okay. Let's just…go back to shopping, shall we?" You asked hastily, smiling at him so that he didn't feel awkward about it.

He smiled back at you, relieved, and the two of you passed the rest of the day like nothing had ever happened.

The person who picked the venue was clearly an idiot because it was hot. So hot that you were nearly sweating buckets under all your makeup.

Either that, or you were really really nervous.

Why were you nervous? Ten was your best friend right? Also you had rehearsed your confessing speech a good deal of times in your room before coming here.

Or maybe you were nervous because it had been half an hour since you reached here and you still couldn't find your best friend.

But…he wouldn't lie to you right? That wasn't possible. Or…had he found someone else?

"Y/N?" 

You turned your head towards the familiar voice, jaws dropping when you met his eyes.

"M-Mark?" You squeaked.

To say he looked gorgeous would have been an understatement. He looked totally out of this world, with his freshly dyed brown hair.

He too seemed to be staring at you and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"You look," he began before stopping to gulp. "You look wow. I mean- I have no words. "

You blushed even more furiously now.

"S-so do you." You took a tentative step closer towards him.

"Where's your date?" He asked shyly, smiling at you.

"Uh, I don't know. Ten had told me to meet at the entrance-"

"Ten? Your date is Ten?" Mark asked, eyebrows crinkling in confusion.

"Yeah I know. But the thing is, I had a crush on him for the longest time and today I'm going to confess to him." You said, smiling weakly at him. 

You hoped that he too would smile back to you, but you saw only horror in his eyes.

Was he jealous? You always thought Mark was nicer than that.

He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a third voice.

"Ah there you are Y/N! I was looking for you everywhere." You turned just in time to see Yangyang wrap an arm around you.

He grinned at you mischievously, and while usually it made you grin, today his smile was making you uncomfortable.

"Come on, Ten is looking for you." He said, pulling you away from Mark.

You bid a quick goodbye to him, before Yangyang steered you into the thick crowd.

Finally, you emerged onto the other side of the hall. You smiled when you saw all of Ten's friends.

There was Yukhei, Sicheng, Kun and-

Your smile fell as your eyes landed on the fourth figure, a rather pretty girl in Ten's arm.

"Hey Y/N!" Ten said good naturedly, not noticing the way your face has paled. "This is my girlfriend, Yuna!"

You tried smiling at Yuna, but no matter what you did you just couldn't get your cheek muscles to work.

He must have finally not8ced that something was wrong, because he walked over towards you and pulled you away from his gang.

"Hey." Ten asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"

That was the look of horror on Mark's face. Not jealousy. He didn't want you to get hurt.

"Why did you lie to me?" You asked, your voice sounding hollow to your own ears.

He just shrugged. " It was a dare. To ask you out."

"And…you agreed to it?"

"I mean, I only did it because you are my best friend and I know you don't love me that way."

Naïve. That's what he was. And that's what he always would be.

"Yeah you are right." You said, composing yourself. "No romance between us anyways."

Ten smiled once more, clearly relieved that you weren't  hurt  by him.

"Thank God you aren't offended! Come on, let's just go join them."

You swallowed all the pain in your throat and blinked back your tears as you followed Ten back to your group of friends.

It was okay.

You had buried your feelings all these years and a few more wouldn't hurt. 

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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