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bella-rose29 · 6 months

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Anthony Lockwood x gn!reader

requested by anon: Saw your post about Lockwood ideas so here's one! Reader and Lockwood have an extremely close call on a case and in the heat of the moment, Lockwood ends up kissing the reader.

Made this one gn since no gender was specified! hopefully I haven't messed up anywhere with that (pls let me know tho)

I am also so so sorry about how long this took anon 😭 I have nobody to blame but myself for that I won't lie

lockwood has his tea like Cameron and I'm convinced it's a fact

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: swearing, they fight some visitors

Tag list: @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @informedimagining, @karensirkobabes, @mischivana, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @wandamaximoffbae, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife

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(not my image, also I'm fully aware of how many times I use this one)

"Hey, I've just put the kettle on, d'you want tea?" Lucy chirped as Y/n entered the kitchen, paperwork in hand. They nodded gratefully, shoving the papers onto the table and flopping in a chair. "What's all that for?" Lucy asked, gesturing to the multiple files now scattered in front of Y/n.

"The case tonight. Lockwood's refusing to help me with the research, the little shit. Says he's got 'important business' to go on, whatever that means." They frowned, remembering how he'd been essentially ignoring them all day. "Did I do something to upset him?" they asked Lucy, looking up at the girl.

"Don't think so. Why?"

"Don't know. Just, he hasn't talked to me all day, so I-" Y/n was cut off by Lucy's snort of laughter, and their frown deepened. "What?! Why are you laughing?!"

"He hasn't talked to you all day? God, just tell him you like him already!"

Y/n flushed at her words, and threw a scrunched up piece of paper at Lucy. "Shut up," they mumbled, crossing their arms and slouching in their chair. Lucy only laughed more, handing over a cup of tea and sitting down next to her friend as she started to rifle through the papers. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you out, silly. If Lockwood won't do it, I will. You'll be so unprepared otherwise, and I can't have my best friend dying yet."

"Thanks, Luce."

"Sure," she shrugged, studying a news article. "Dunno why you like him though. He can be a monumental tw-"

"Hi Lucy, Y/n," Lockwood said, stepping through the door with carrier bags in his hands. He looked at them, wondering why they were suddenly quiet when he'd heard the two of them talking before he walked in, but when he saw the kettle boiled on the side that was ready for him to make his tea to his liking he forgot all about it. Dumping the bags, he moved to the cupboards and reached for the honey, pouring the right amount into the mug. Lockwood heard the scrape of a chair and a whispered protest as he added the white sugar (one teaspoon), and turning around he found Lucy getting up to leave and Y/n tugging on her arm and begging her to stay. Lucy had a wicked grin, though, and in one swift movement she'd unhanded herself from Y/n and skipped out of the door, and a moment later her footsteps could be heard on the stairs.

Y/n was glaring at the door, as if it would bring Lucy back to the kitchen, but when Lockwood sat down next to them with his cup of tea in one hand and the deft fingers of his other picking up a pile of papers, their expression immediately softened.

"Glad you finally felt you could grace the plebs with your presence, my lord," they joked, hoping he would apologise for being absent all day. He cracked a smile, shaking his head as he chuckled.

"Can't be around all the time, can I? You'll boost my ego too much."

"I would argue we reign your ego in. Honestly, I'm suffocating on it right now." Their eyes were wide in mock frankness, making Lockwood laugh more. "Seriously though," Y/n said when he'd calmed down a little. "Where were you?" They tried to not sound too hurt, but Lockwood picked up on it like he always did.

"I told you, I had important business-"

"What 'important business', Lockwood? Because I've had to do this research on my own, and there's way too much of it!" He at least had the good grace to look sheepish, scratching the back of his neck and mumbling something into his tea. George entered the kitchen then, pausing whatever conversation Y/n and Lockwood had been having. He stood in the doorway, picking up on the strange atmosphere but not knowing what to do about it, and shook his head as he went to make a sandwich. None of them talked, and George kept casting the two of them weird looks as he moved around the kitchen, looking like he wanted to say something but never getting that far, until eventually he finished making his lunch and left, closing the door with a soft click (and a loud protest from the hinges) behind him. Y/n had turned back to their papers, attempting to read over the documents and figure out the history of the building before they headed out for the evening. "Are you at least gonna help me now?" they sighed, looking back up at him. He nodded, washing out the mug of tea that he'd downed in the last few minutes.

They sat in silence for a while after that, only talking when one of them found something interesting or worth making note of. Lockwood stopped rifling through papers at one point, file limp in his hand while he studied his coworker. "I'm sorry," he said, and although his voice was quiet it startled Y/n. "I just- I know I'm difficult sometimes- okay, fine, a lot of the time," he amended at Y/n's raised eyebrows. "But I really did have important business to attend to. I was stocking up on equipment for tonight. Not much, just a couple of flares."

"And that took you the whole day? George has only just come down for lunch and it's three in the afternoon."

"I was also..." he sighed through his nose, irritation flitting across his face. "I was also getting this," he said, rushing the words as he yanked something out of his jacket pocket. How he'd ever got the item in there in the first place Y/n had no clue, since they weren't aware of Lockwood having pockets that large.

"What is it?" they asked, skeptical of the rectangular object they now held. It had been expertly wrapped, with a nice little bow on the front, and when Lockwood simply gestured for them to open it they peeled the paper off, revealing the book inside. "Is this-"

"Took me ages to find a store that had it. I know how much you've been obsessing about getting it so I figured since I was out I might as well. I didn't realise how long it would take though, and I didn't exactly want to admit that to you either."

"Lockwood, you really didn't have to do-"

"Shush, or I'll return it." That shut them up, making them clutch the book close to their chest as if to prevent him from taking it away. "Come on. We've got work to do."

~~~

Half an hour later Lockwood was making another cup of tea for both of them, laughing as Y/n complained about some of the details (or lack thereof) in the building plans.

"I mean, there's an entire room that just... doesn't exist on the floor plans, even though we went to the house! How does that happen? It's not even an extension- oh, thank you," they were interrupted when Lockwood passed them their mug, hot tea warming Y/n's hands as they gripped the beverage. His hand lingered on the handle a moment longer than was necessary, his gaze catching on theirs, and Y/n held their breath when their fingers brushed. Lockwood seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in, jerking his arm back, clearing his throat, and shuffling over to his own seat.

It was weird; they'd brushed past each other on the stairs and had curled up next to each other on sofas before, and held (very limited) eye contact every day (it was awkward holding it for more than a few seconds, even with Lockwood), so why was this time any different?

They spent the next few hours in more silence, the atmosphere mildly awkward as they worked, and by the time they pulled up to the house in the back of the taxi not long before sundown Y/n thought they might burst from the sheer amount of tension they could feel.

They had always been an overthinker, analysing minuscule details that, in reality, probably didn't matter, but for some reason stuck in Y/n's head for months after. It didn't help that they had feelings for Lockwood, since it made every touch or lingering glance have a stronger effect on their overthinking tendencies, and very often took them out of the real world and into their own head.

Which was unfortunate when they needed to be very much in the real world to fight Visitors.

In fairness, the man that owned the property had told them (with a shocking amount of certainty) that there were two Type Ones, one Shade and one Lurker, and while Y/n was inclined to disagree that he knew best, Lockwood was flashing a winning smile and grasping the keys, assuring the owner that Type Ones were nothing the pair of them couldn't handle.

They set up their chains and defences, did an initial reading of the whole house (the stairs came back as the coldest at nine degrees, with the upstairs family bathroom a close second at ten - worrying for the early hour), then returned to the kitchen and put the kettle on, cracking open a packet of biscuits.

"Are you sure about what he said? I mean he's what, late thirties to early forties? How reliable is he for identifying Type Ones if he won't be able to see them?"

"Look, we have no reason to distrust hi-"

"I literally just gave a reason."

"Okay, fine. No reason to distrust him yet. Everything we've seen so far from our initial readings is pointing to Type Ones, and we're Lockwood and Co. This isn't anything we can't handle." Y/n had been about to protest again, to say something about how the stairs and bathroom really shouldn't have been so cold this early on, but then he had smiled at them, one reserved purely for his friends, and they melted, all thoughts of danger gone out of their head.

Perhaps they should have fought harder against him, or perhaps they shouldn't have become too wrapped up in the moments from the kitchen earlier, but either way they didn't notice the Limbless until it had nearly pushed its misshapen body through their head.

~~~

Lockwood had shoved them out the way, their bodies rolling over each other as they tumbled down the hallway, the air shifting as the Limbless soared over them.

Lockwood ended up on top, his body shielding Y/n's, and he lifted his head up from where it had previously been in their neck, asking a desperate "Are you okay?" They nodded in response, too shaken to do much else, and then Lockwood was up, yanking their arm to pull them up beside him as he drew his rapier. Y/n did the same, hands trembling slightly as they finally registered the miasma that felt like it was suffocating them.

"Limbless, but we can handle that. You getting anything that can help?" He was referencing Y/n's Touch, but when they pressed their hand to the bannister experimentally the feeling of fear that washed over them was so strong they stumbled back, bumping into Lockwood.

"Shit, that was not fun," they said, grimacing at the headache they could already feel forming. "We can't use flares, Lockwood, it's too cramped in here. We're gonna have to draw it away if we can, then find the Source. It's got to be the stairs somehow, I just can't figure it out."

"Okay. Here's the plan," he started, but Y/n was unfocused, staring down the hallway over his shoulder.

"Lockwood?"

"You figure out where the Source is, I'll hold it off-"

"Lockwood?"

"-and then we'll be out of here and back home with a cup of tea within the hour."

"LOCKWOOD!"

"What? Why are you shou-"

Y/n grabbed his face in both of their hands, pushing him around to see what was behind him.

"Shit," he said, paling. Where there had only been a single Limbless to deal with before, the number of Visitors had gone up, with Shades and Lurkers that the owner had mentioned earlier joining the now two Limbless that were hovering at the end of the hallway. The feeling of miasma was washing over the two of them like a tidal wave, and Y/n pressed a hand to their mouth to try and stop throwing up. "We can still do this?" he said, although it sounded more like a question than an inspirational chat to his teammate.

"Lockwood, we need to just go. There's no way we can do this on our own, your pride be damned."

"Okay, okay. We'll collect as much of our kit as we can then, a lot of it is new and I don't want it being wasted. Do you think you're up for it? You look very ill," he frowned, concern for Y/n working its way into every movement of his body.

"Can't we just ditch the kit and get out?"

"As much as I'd love to, we are incredibly under equipped right now and have to pass through the kitchen anyway. We'd do well to have a few extra supplies on us, don't you think?" His voice was gentle, nothing condescending about his question, and Y/n found themselves nodding when he searched their eyes for an answer. His whole body relaxed, and then he was grabbing their hand and slowly retreating towards the kitchen, hoping not to alert the Visitors to their presence.

They were doing well, nearly past the kitchen threshold, up until Lockwood brushed his thumb over the back of Y/n's hand and they stumbled slightly, scuffing their foot on the floorboards and kicking a cabinet.

The Limbless (both of them) snapped their bloated heads to face the two agents, and Lockwood and Y/n only had a brief second to share a look when the ghosts came soaring towards them before he was tugging them into the kitchen, slamming the door behind them and rushing past the counter.

"Pick up what you can, anything to defend yourself with!" he shouted, wheeling around to grab a bag. They made a move towards the iron chains and added a ring to the circle that they'd already made, doubling up the strength of the invisible wall, then dragged in the kit they could reach and stood within the circle.

"Lockwood! Get in here!"

He made a mad dash for them, eyes wide and face flushed from the cold that was now creeping in to the kitchen. "Okay, what now? We'll be protected for a little while but we can't stay for-"

"Calm down, alright? We can sort out our kit in here, quickly, and then use the back door just there. We might have to leave some of these chains behind though, they're pretty heavy."

"Temperature's dropped significantly. That's not a good sign. Do you think there are more hauntings in here?"

"I wouldn't put it past this place. Besides, it's eleven. The others all came out quite early." They crouched down, starting to work methodically through the bags, but Lockwood stayed standing.

"What would I do without you, hey?"

Y/n tried not to flush at the compliment, remembering that the previous two times they'd been caught up in analysing everything that happened between the two of them they'd invoked danger, and continued going through the bags. "Can you help please? Instead of standing there like a lemon."

It took them five minutes to finish up, bags being zipped and thrown over shoulders, belts checked for stock and rapiers drawn. They would have to leave the chains behind, which was a shame, but necessary if they wanted to be able to move quickly. "On three?" Lockwood asked, glancing over his shoulder to check with Y/n. They nodded, bracing themselves for the run. Lockwood started counting down, and just as he said "Three" the kitchen door blew off its hinges.

~~~

"Shit! Go!" A Poltergeist, manifesting in the kitchen and manipulating the room if the many knives that were now floating in the air were anything to go by. The back door was only a couple of metres away, but the real question was whether they could outrun the blades.

They almost did, launching themselves out the exit and slamming the door shut behind them, and Lockwood breathed a sigh of relief until he saw the blood on Y/n's arm. "It's fine," they said when they caught him looking, moving away from the door. "We should get out of here."

He didn't say anything, instead sheathing his rapier and dropping the bag he was holding to grab Y/n's face and kiss them. Y/n almost dropped their own things, about to reach up and draw him in further, but he was pulling back before they could, picking up the kit and moving away from the house. "Come on! We need to find a taxi!" Y/n stood gaping at his retreating form before they heard the wailings of some of the Visitors inside and quickly followed after him.

~~~

The taxi ride home was awkward.

Lockwood wasn't looking at Y/n, and they were starting to feel increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of silence that enveloped the two of them.

"I'm sorry," Lockwood said, making Y/n jump slightly even though his voice was quiet.

"...What for?"

"For- I shouldn't have- I- For kissing you." He still wasn't looking at them, so he couldn't see the stifled smile on their face.

"It's okay, Lockwood."

"No, I should have just got us out of there instead of- I put us in danger and that was stupid of me," he turned to face them, expression earnest. "And I don't even know how you..." he trailed off, blushing.

"It wasn't... I wouldn't mind doing it again, if that's... where you're going?" Y/n was surprised at the confidence they had to admit that, given how bad they were normally at expressing their feelings for him. Lockwood blushed slightly, his cheeks tinted pink, and his eyes widened.

"Uh- okay," he said, hiding his smile behind his hand as he braced his elbow on the door. "Are you sure you're okay? You're bleeding a lot."

"I'm sure it's fine. I think it's only shallow, and most of the blood is dried now. If it'll make you feel better you can bandage me up when we get back."

"Okay. I'll put the kettle on, too. I really need a cup of tea right now."

~~~

True to his word, Lockwood put the kettle on the stove and grabbed two mugs out of the cupboard before heading to the bathroom for the medical kit. He then patched Y/n's arm up (who was right about it only being shallow, but that didn't stop Lockwood fussing over them), concentrating far more than he needed to but taking his time with the dressing in a way that made Y/n's heart flutter at his attentiveness.

Now they sat at the kitchen table with steaming mugs of tea, a plate of biscuits between them as they talked about both everything and nothing, the sun rising and casting the kitchen in a golden light. At some point Lucy appeared, making herself her own cup of tea and heading back upstairs to the attic afterwards, murmuring a sleepy 'morning' to her friends as she shut the door behind her.

Y/n shut their eyes, soaking in the freshly made cup of tea (Lucy had made a large pot for the three of them) and the small warmth that the sun pouring through the window provided. They could feel Lockwood watching them, and sure enough when Y/n cracked an eye open he was focused on them, a soft smile on his face while he sipped his tea. "What?" they asked, a smile of their own forming.

"Nothing. You just look really... really pretty."

"Pretty?" Y/n asked, and Lockwood blushed a little, spluttering as he tried to explain himself.

"I don't know how else to describe you! I can come up with something else if you'd prefer, I just thought it fit! You know, with the light on your face and you looked really peaceful and lovely and..." he trailed off into unintelligible mumbles, turning to stare at the thinking cloth instead of Y/n's face as his blush grew brighter. They laughed in response, leaning forward across the small space between them to grab Lockwood by the tie and pull him in for a kiss. It was short and sweet, but still left the two of them breathless and flushed, and the resultant smile on Lockwood's face was well worth the amount of nervous butterflies in Y/n's stomach.

"You're pretty too, Lockwood."

#lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood x you

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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 months

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heyy didnt know if you were down for requests but i js though elliot or dom teaching you how to play the guitar would be rlly cute and shit 😭

(also i love ur fics sm like pls marry me)

Okay well this is literally the cutest request ever!

Also you're the cutest, I accept your proposal! Thank you so much for the love and support, I adore you- reach out any time bestie <3

"You should take a break from school, ya know, give your boyfriend some attention while he's here in your vicinity." Elliot whines from the bed, sprawling out across the comforter as he groans, rubbing his tired eyes as I look over at the clock, not expecting it to be well after midnight. Guilt suddenly swarms around me, realizing he's been sitting here for hours, waiting for me to give him attention while I completely and utterly focus on school.

"Finals are coming up soon and I am completely and utterly unprepared." I trail off, the pit in my stomach only growing as I think of my upcoming tests in three different classes, knowing that I'm totally unprepared for all of them combined.

It's been a rough year, don't judge me.

"Well who's fault is that, you decided to wait until the last minute to even start-"

"Don't finish that sentence." I point a finger at him and he laughs, his bright smile making me feel a little bit better as I swing around in my chair, looking back and forth between him and the flashcards in front of me.

"Well, if you wanna take a break and come over here, I promise to help you with your flashcards." I ponder his offer for a minute, not expecting him to offer his help, especially when he hates everything that has to do with school, especially all the science classes that I'm in.

"Really?" I bite at my lip and give him a look, a look that he can tell that I feel bad that he would have to help me but I could never decline the help, especially given how desperate I am.

"Really." He nods firmly and I pause, smiling softly at him as I pull my hair down from it's bun, itching at my scalp with a groan.

"Okay." I launch myself out of my chair, flopping onto the bed beside him as he immediately wraps me in his arms, tightly squeezing me as I let out a brief sigh of relief, not realizing how much I missed his arms around me. It feels like I've been gone a century. "Only like twenty minutes and then I have to get back to studying or else I'm seriously going to fail this exam."

"Sounds good." He sighs, sitting up on the bed as he reaches down beside the bed to grab his guitar, strumming quietly as I settle down beside him, watching him with a fond, loving look.

"How did you learn that?" I ask simply, pulling his gaze away from the instrument but he continues to play, shocking me even more.

"The guitar?" I nod. "It's muscle memory. I can teach you."

"I'll probably be ass at it. I'm not the most musically inclined." I laugh and his eyes widen with a knowing glance and I reach out to smack his arm with a loud, offended laugh.

"Trust me, I know- I hear you singing in the shower." Elliot teases and I gasp, sitting up and giving him the most incredulous look, shocked that he hears me and noting to myself to be quieter with my concerts.

"Rude." I mumble.

"It's a good thing you're cute." He presses his finger to the tip of my nose and it scrunches under his touch, my head tilting playfully at him. "Here, you can strum and I'll show you the fingering of it."

"Fingering." I snort and his jaw drops at my innuendo, pinching my side.

"Shut up." He continues to move his fingers around the strings as I strum softly, my gaze stuck on the way his fingers move without the need for him to even watch what he's doing. "See it's not that bad?"

"Don't your fingers get tired?" I ask, feeling the tips of my fingers burn as if there's carpet burn on the tips of each of them and he gives me a shrug, taking my fingers in his grasp to press a kiss to each individual finger.

"Never, I have fingers of steel."

"Trust me, I know." I mock him and his head tips back in laughter, red dusting his cheeks at my taunting.

"Shut up."

#elliot #elliot x reader #elliot euphoria #elliot euphoria x reader #euphoria #euphoria fic

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gvnvks · 1 year

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arguing with zb1 boys …

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: angsty, mentions of break up and insecurities, lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: astronomy by conan gray

> note: this is my first and last post THAT long lmaoo 😭 I spent a good week writing this pls don’t let this flop or else ill kms

김 jiwoong.

the air in the room feels heavy, charged with tension like a gathering storm. the once warm and comforting atmosphere has been replaced by a cold, hostile energy. you and jiwoong stand face-to-face, the distance between you filled with a chasm of misunderstanding and jealousy. his eyes burn with a fire you've never seen before, seething with an intensity that sets your heart pounding.

”i can't stand it anymore!” he shouts, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. ”i can't stand the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. it's driving me insane!”

you feel a wave of confusion wash over you, your mind struggling to make sense of jiwoong's sudden outburst. ”he's just a friend,” you reply, your voice trembling. ”you know that. there's nothing more between us.”

jiwoong shakes his head, his expression twisted with jealousy. ”i see the way he smiles at you, the way he makes you laugh,” he says, his voice laced with bitterness. ”i see the connection you have, and it eats me whole, tears me apart.”

you take a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm, but he recoils as if your touch burns. ”jiwoong, you have to trust me,” you say, your voice pleading. ”you have to trust that my love for you is real, that you're the only one who holds my heart.”

he turns away, his shoulders tense with anger. “how can i trust when all I feel is this overwhelming fear?” he says, his voice filled with anguish. “i can't bear the thought of losing you to someone else.”

your heart breaks at his words, at the depth of his insecurities. “jiwoong, love isn't about possession,” you say, your voice gentle but firm. “it's about trust, about believing in the strength of our bond. i chose you, and i choose you every day.”

he looks at you, his eyes filled with pain. “i want to believe you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “but these feelings, this jealousy, it consumes me. im afraid it will destroy us.”

you take a step closer, your hand trembling as you reach out to cup his face. “let's work through this together,” you say, your voice filled with determination. “let's communicate, let's find a way to heal these wounds. i don't want to lose you, jiwoong. i want to fight for us.”

for a moment, there's a flicker of hope in jiwoong's eyes, a glimmer of the love that once bound you together. but then, he pulls away, his expression hardened. “i don't know if I can,” he says, his voice heavy with resignation. “i don't know if i have it in me to let go of this jealousy.”

and with those words, the fragile thread that held your relationship together snaps, shattering into irreparable fragments. the pain of the argument hangs heavy in the air, suffocating the love that once bloomed between you. you both stand there, wounded and broken, realizing that sometimes, love alone isn't enough to overcome jealousy and insecurities.

장 hao.

in the twilight hour, the world around you seems to hold its breath, suspended in a fragile balance between darkness and light. the air crackles with tension as you and hao stand face to face, your voices rising in a crescendo of anger and frustration.

the sky above is a canvas of swirling clouds, mirroring the turmoil within your hearts. each word spoken is like a thunderclap, echoing through the depths of your souls, leaving cracks in the foundation of your once-unbreakable bond.

“why, hao? why can't you see what we have?” you cry out, your voice raw with pain. “we've shared laughter and tears, built dreams and held each other through the darkest nights. how can you doubt us now?”

hao's eyes meet yours, his gaze filled with uncertainty. “i wish I had the answers,” he responds, his voice strained. “but lately, i started questioning whether we are truly meant to be.”

your heart clenches at his words, a torrent of emotions crashing against the walls you had built together. “but what about the promises we made, the vows we shared?” you plead, your voice trembling. “are they just empty echoes now?”

hao's voice wavers, his defenses crumbling beneath the weight of his doubt. “i never wanted it to come to this,” he confesses, his voice laced with regret. “but I can't deny the gnawing ache in my heart, the yearning for something more.”

the tears well up in your eyes, each drop a testament to the agony of a love on the brink of fracture. “what more could you possibly want?” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “i've given you all of me, poured my very soul into this love. is that not enough?”

your boyfriend’s expression softens, the pain etched across his face. “it's not about you not being enough,” he murmurs, his voice carrying the weight of his own anguish. “it's about me and the uncertainty that shadows my heart. i need to find my own path, even if it means leaving you behind.”

the words strike you like a dagger, piercing deep into your wounded heart. the world around you blurs as the storm within intensifies, the anguish and fury mingling together in a symphony of shattered dreams.

“how can you say that?” you cry out, your voice breaking. “to forsake all we've built for the sake of your own uncertainty? don’t you see the pain you'll leave in me?”

hao's shoulders slump, his voice barely a whisper against the roaring tempest of emotions. “i see it all too clearly,” he murmurs, his gaze filled with regret. “but i can't continue to live a lie, to cling to a love that no longer feels true. we both deserve better than that.”

silence falls upon you both, heavy and suffocating, as the reality of your crumbling love hangs in the air. the path ahead is uncertain, veiled in shadows and unanswered questions. the bond that once held you together now threatening to break.

and so, in the dying light of a love that once burned so bright, you stand on the precipice of a heart-wrenching decision, knowing that even if you fight against the current, you may have to learn how to let go and find healing in the depths of your shattered souls.

성 hanbin.

the room feels suffocating. you stand there, your heart pounding in your chest, your hands trembling. hanbin, your boyfriend, stands across from you, his eyes filled with regret and realization. but it's too late; the damage has been done.

a delicate veil of silence hangs between you, shattered only by the echoes of your racing thoughts. the words he uttered, meant as a joke, pierced through your soul like a thousand arrows. they struck at the very core of your insecurities, tearing open wounds you thought had healed.

tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over, as you find your voice, shaking with anger and hurt. “how could you?” you whisper, your voice a mere thread of sound.

hanbin's face contorts with remorse, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. “i didn't mean it like that,” he stammers, his voice strained. “it was just a joke. i didn't realize...”

but his words fall on deaf ears, drowned out by the roaring storm within you. “you didn't realize?” you shout, your voice breaking through the silence. “you didn't realize how much those words would hurt me? how they would reopen old wounds?”

the room vibrates with the intensity of your emotions, each word a lightning strike in the darkened sky. the weight of your pain hangs heavy in the air, choking the both of you. hanbin takes a step closer, his arms outstretched in an attempt to comfort, but you recoil, your body a fortress protecting a fragile heart.

“don't touch me.” you cry out, your voice sharp and filled with anguish. “not after what you've said. not after tearing me apart with your thoughtless words.”

hanbin's face crumples, his shoulders dropping with the weight of his mistake. “i'm so sorry,” he whispers, his voice laced with desperation. “i never meant to hurt you. please, give me a chance to make it right.”

but the echoes of his apology are met with the bitter taste of anger, of wounds that run too deep. the tempest within you rages on, each gust of emotion pushing you further apart.

“you can't fix this,” you say, your voice trembling with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. “not with words, not with empty promises. the damage has been done, and it will take more than apologies to heal these wounds.”

the room falls silent once more, the quietness enveloping you like a heavy fog. hanbin stands before you, his face etched with regret, his eyes a reflection of the pain he has caused. but as you look into those eyes, you realize that sometimes love is not enough to mend what has been broken.

with a heavy heart, you turn away, your steps faltering as you leave the room, leaving behind a love that has been scarred by insensitivity. the door closes behind you, sealing the chasm that has formed between you, and the tears finally spill over, mingling with the shattered pieces of your heart.

석 matthew.

in the fading light of the evening, the atmosphere inside the house is heavy, like a storm ready to unleash its fury. the clock on the wall ticks relentlessly, each passing second fueling the mounting frustration within you. you sit on the edge of the couch, anxiously awaiting matthew's return, your heart pounding in your chest.

as the minutes stretch into hours, your worry transforms into anger. the promises he made, the reassurances of punctuality, now feel like nothing more than hollow echoes in your ears. your patience wears thin, frayed by the passage of time and the unanswered questions lingering in your mind.

finally, the front door creaks open, and matthew steps inside, his presence igniting a volatile mix of relief and fury within you. his face is flushed, his hair tousled, and the faint scent of alcohol clings to his clothes like a bitter reminder of his tardiness.

“where have you been?” you demand, your voice laced with a mixture of frustration and concern. “you said you would be home hours ago!”

matthew's eyes meet yours, and a flicker of guilt passes through his gaze. “i'm sorry,” he replies, his voice strained. “things got out of hand, and I lost track of time.”

your anger rises like a tempest, swirling within your chest, threatening to consume you. “lost track of time?” you repeat, your voice rising with each word. “do you know how worried i’ve been? how much i've been waiting for you?”

his eyes drop to the floor, unable to meet your gaze. “i didn't mean to make you worry,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

a surge of frustration courses through your veins, your words turning sharp as you confront him. “it's not just about the worry,” you say, the bitterness staining your tone. “it's about respect. it's about honoring your word and valuing our time together.”

your boyfriend’s shoulders slump, the weight of his actions settling upon him. “i know,” he says, his voice laced with remorse. “i messed up. I didn't think about how it would affect you.”

the room feels suffocating, the air thick with unspoken emotions and shattered expectations. you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the anger within you refuses to be quelled.

“you can't just keep doing this,” you say, your voice shaking with intensity. “you can't keep disregarding my feelings, my trust.”

matthew's eyes glisten with regret as he looks up at you, his voice filled with anguish. “i don't want to lose you,” he pleads, his words a desperate plea. “i'll do better, I promise. Just give me another chance.”

your heart wavers between anger and love, torn between the desire for resolution and the pain of disappointment. you take a moment to gather your thoughts, the silence between you stretching like an infinite chasm.

“i need time,” you finally say, your voice weary. “time to heal, time to rebuild the trust that has been broken.”

matthew nods, his face etched with remorse, his voice a whisper. “i understand,” he says, his words heavy with regret. “i'll do whatever it takes.”

and with that, the echoes of your argument linger in the air, as the two of you retreat to your respective corners, unsure of what the future holds, but aware that the bonds between you have been strained, leaving scars that will take time to mend.

김 taerae.

amidst the dimly lit room, you stand with your heart racing and your eyes brimming with tears. taerae, your boyfriend, stands opposite you with a scowl etched onto his face, his voice hoarse with anger. the air is thick with tension, and you can feel your chest constricting as he spits out the word that cuts you to the bone - “clingy.”

you feel a surge of anger rise within you as his words strike a nerve. how could he say such a thing? you're only trying to show him how much you care, how much he means to you. but instead, he sees it as a weakness, a flaw that he can't stand.

“you're suffocating me,” he says again, his voice dripping with disdain. “i can't breathe when you're around. you're always there, always in my space, always wanting more from me. i need space, i need time alone. can't you see that?”

you feel your heart breaking as his words sink in. is that how he really sees you? as a burden, a nuisance, someone who can't give him what he needs?

”i don't understand,” you say, your voice trembling with emotion. ”i'm only trying to be there for you, to show you how much i care. why can't you see that? why can't you appreciate what i'm trying to do?”

taerae's face darkens as he steps closer to you, his eyes blazing with fury. ”because you're smothering me,” he says, his voice low and menacing. ”you're suffocating me with your neediness, your constant demands for my attention. can't you see that you're driving me away?”

you feel a lump form in your throat as you realize that he's serious, that he really does feel this way about you. all the love and affection you've poured into this relationship, all the sacrifices you've made, and it's still not enough. you're still not enough.

”i don't know what to do,” you whisper, tears streaming down your face. ”i love you so much, but if this is how you feel, then maybe we should just... end things.”

taerae's face softens as he reaches out to touch your cheek, his fingers gentle against your skin. ”no,” he says, his voice low and soothing. ”i don't want to end things. i just... i need some space, some time to breathe. can you give me that? can you understand that i need some time to myself?"

you nod, your heart heavy with the weight of his words. you don't want to lose him, but you also don't want to be a burden. you want to be the kind of partner he needs, but you don't know how to be anything else.

”i’ll try," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. ”i’ll try to give you space, to let you have some time for yourself. but please... please don't give up on us. please don't leave me.”

your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you, his embrace warm and reassuring. “i won't leave you,” he whispers, his lips pressed against your hair. “i love you too much to let you go. we'll work through this, together. i promise.”

and as he holds you close, you feel a glimmer of hope in your heart. maybe things can work out between you after all, maybe there's a way to bridge the gap between your needs and his.

리키 ricky.

amidst the flickering candlelight, the atmosphere teeters on the edge of tumultuous uncertainty. the restaurant's ambiance, once a romantic haven, now feels heavy with the weight of accusation and doubt. you and ricky sit across from each other, the tension palpable, like a tightly coiled spring.

your eyes narrow as you watch your boyfriend engage in conversation with the waitress. her laughter dances through the air, a melody that sends ripples of unease cascading through your heart. you can't help but notice the way ricky's eyes linger on her, his smile widening in her presence. the seed of jealousy takes root within you, its tendrils twisting and knotting, threatening to strangle the love you once held so dear.

“i can't believe you're flirting with her,” you say, your voice laced with accusation, your words cutting through the charged silence. “am i not enough for you? do you find her more interesting?”

ricky's eyes widen in disbelief, his voice rising to match your own. “how dare you accuse me of such things?” he exclaims, his words dripping with indignation. “i'm simply being polite, engaging in casual conversation. is that a crime?”

your heart pounds in your chest, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions swirling within. “it's more than just casual conversation,” you retort, your voice quivering with hurt. “i see the way you look at her, the way you make her laugh. It's like I don't even exist.”

ricky’s face flushes with anger, his voice now tinged with frustration. “you're being paranoid,” he snaps, his words sharp as shards of glass. “i can't believe you would think so little of me. you should trust me.”

trust. the word hangs in the air like a bitter reminder of the cracks forming in your once-solid foundation. your eyes well up with tears, a mixture of anger, sadness, and confusion. how did you reach this point, where doubt has become the unwelcome intruder in your love story?

“i want to trust you,” you say, your voice choked with emotion. “but right now, all i feel is this gnawing uncertainty, this fear that i’m not enough.”

ricky's eyes soften, a flicker of realization crossing his face. he reaches out, his hand trembling as it hovers in the space between you, wanting to bridge the growing divide. “i never meant to make you feel that way,” he says, his voice now gentle, his eyes pleading for understanding. “you’re more than enough for me.“

the room seems to sigh with the weight of those words, as if a storm has finally been unleashed, cleansing the air of its stifling tension. your heart aches, torn between the desire to believe and the fear of being hurt.

“i need you to show me,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “i need you to prove that my fears are unfounded, that our love is stronger than any temptation.”

your boyfriend’s expression softens, his hand finding its way into yours. “i will show you,” he promises, his voice filled with a newfound determination. “i will prove to you that you are the one who holds my heart, that no one else can compare.”

김 gyuvin.

you stand before gyuvin, your eyes filled with a mix of frustration and hurt, longing to be heard, to have your feelings acknowledged.

“you care more about your games than you do about me,” you say, your voice trembling with an undercurrent of pain. “it feels like I'm competing for your attention, constantly playing second fiddle to a virtual world.”

gyuvin's eyes narrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans back, as if your words are nothing more than a joke to him. “oh, come on,” he retorts, his voice soaked with condescension. “you're making a big deal out of nothing. it's just a game. don't be so dramatic.”

his words strike you like a dagger, each syllable carving deeper into your heart. how could he belittle your emotions, dismiss your concerns so callously? tears blurry your vision, but you refuse to let them fall, determined to stand your ground.

“it’s not just a game to me," you reply, your voice trembling but defiant. “it's about the time and attention you invest in something, while leaving me feeling neglected and unimportant.”

your boyfriend rolls his eyes, his dismissive gesture cutting through you like a gust of icy wind. “you're overreacting,” he scoffs. “it's not like i ignore you completely. can't you see how ridiculous you're being?”

you feel the walls closing in, the room growing smaller with each passing second. the pain within you intensifies, a symphony of emotions crescendoing in your chest.

“i’m not being ridiculous,” you say, your voice shaking with a mixture of hurt and anger. “i deserve to be with someone who sees me, who values my presence, not someone who mocks my feelings and belittles them.”

gyuvin's expression wavers, a flicker of realization crossing his face. for a moment, silence hangs heavy between you, the weight of unspoken truths swirling in the air. the room feels heavy, as if the gravity of your words has anchored you both to the ground.

“i didn't mean to make you feel that way,” gyuvin finally admits, his voice softer, the arrogance in his eyes replaced by a hint of remorse. “i guess i got carried away. i didn't realize how much it was affecting you.”

your heart softens, the storm within beginning to subside, revealing a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. slowly, you take a step forward, your voice filled with vulnerability and yearning.

“all i want is to feel seen, to know that my feelings matter to you,” you say, your voice a gentle plea. “can we find a way to balance your passion for games with the love and attention i need?”

his gaze softens as he nods, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. as you reach out to touch his hand, a newfound understanding blooms between you.

박 gunwook.

the room feels like a battleground, the air charged with the electricity of an impending clash. gunwook stands before you, his eyes ablaze with frustration, as you struggle to find the right words to convey the storm brewing within your heart.

“can't you see?” you exclaim, your voice quivering with a mixture of anger and hurt. “i need my private space, my personal sanctuary. it feels like you're invading every part of me.”

gunwook’s jaw clenches, his voice rising in response. “i'm just trying to be close to you,” he retorts, his tone filled with equal parts defiance and exasperation. “i thought love meant being open and sharing everything.”

a wave of frustration crashes over you, like a torrential downpour threatening to drown your very soul. you take a step closer, your eyes locking with gunwook's, searching for a glimmer of understanding amidst the tumultuous sea of emotions.

“but love also means respecting boundaries,” you say, your voice laced with a mix of determination and pain. “it means understanding that we are two separate beings, that we need our private spaces.”

his eyes flash with resistance, brows furrowing in stubborn defiance. “i just want to be a part of your world,” he replies, his voice tinged with desperation. “i want to know everything about you, to be there for you in every moment.”

you take a deep breath, your chest rising and falling like the crashing waves against jagged cliffs. you want to make gunwook understand, to bridge the gap between your hearts, but the words feel like thorns on your tongue.

“it's not like i keep anything away from you,” you say, your voice softening, tears threatening to spill over. “it's about having the freedom to nurture our own passions, our own dreams, and to come together as stronger individuals, supporting each other.”

gunwook's gaze falters, the hard edges of his defiance slowly eroding. the room becomes an echo chamber of silence, as the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air. time seems to stand still, as you both stand at the precipice of a choice that could alter the course of your relationship.

“i didn't realize,” gunwook finally admits, his voice breaking with vulnerability. “i never meant to invade your private space. i just... i love you so much that I wanted to be a part of every aspect of your life.”

your heart aches, caught between the fierce love you hold for gunwook and the need to protect your own sense of self. slowly, you reach out, your fingertips grazing against his trembling hand, as you seek to bridge the divide between you.

“i love you too,” you whisper, your voice filled with a delicate tenderness. "we’ll get through this. together. you just need to respect, that sometimes i need my own space.”

gunwook's shoulders relax, a flicker of understanding finally shimmering in his eyes.

한 yujin.

the room is filled with the sound of crashing waves, the tempestuous storm of your argument raging on and on, with no end in sight. you and yujin stand on opposite sides, your words sharp and cutting, your voices raised in anger and frustration. the real reason for the argument has been lost in the tumult, the source of your anger and pain now nothing more than a distant memory.

“you just don't get it!” yujin shouts, his eyes blazing with anger. “you never listen, you never understand, and i'm sick of it!”

“i don't get it?” you reply, your own voice rising in response. “you're the one who's not making any sense! we're arguing about nothing, and yet you still find a way to blame me!”

the heavy weight of air presses down on you, suffocating you. you both know that the words you're exchanging are born from a deeper pain, a wound that refuses to heal. but in the heat of the moment, all that matters is the anger, the frustration, the hurt that boils within.

“why can't you just see my side for once?” yujin shouts, his hands clenched into fists. “why do you always have to be so damn stubborn?”

“why can't you just let it go?” you reply, your own hands shaking with anger. “why do you always have to make everything so difficult?”

the words feel like barbs, cutting deep into your heart, each one a reminder of the pain that simmers just beneath the surface. you both know that this argument isn't about the trivialities that you're fighting over, but about something much deeper, something that you've both been trying to ignore for far too long.

and yet, even as you hurl insults and accusations at each other, a small part of you wonders if this is it. the end of the road, the point of no return. you wonder if the love that once bound you together has finally reached its breaking point, shattered by the weight of your pain and anger.

but then, just as suddenly as it began, the storm subsides. you both stand there, panting, your breaths coming in ragged gasps, as you realize that the real reason for your argument has been lost in the chaos. you both feel the weight of regret settling upon your shoulders, the ache of loss and pain washing over you like a tidal wave.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice hoarse with emotion. “i didn't mean any of those things.”

“i’m sorry too," yujin replies, his voice softening. “i just... i don't know how to make things right.”

you both stand there, the silence stretching on for an eternity, as you both realize that the love you share is worth fighting for. even when the winds of anger and pain threaten to tear you apart, you both know that there's a love that still binds you together, a love that refuses to die.

and as you reach out to take yujin's hand, you both know that the road ahead will be long and difficult, but that you're ready to face it together, hand in hand, united by a love that will never falter.

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 1 year

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Can you do 15 and 19 of the kink list with Leon and Luis pleeeease ? I just want to be sandwiched by these two-

Note: Yes anon I can do it, and I wanna be sandwiched by them too...Tbh it’s not a want, it’s a need at this point 😩 Also, pls don’t let this flop 😭💖;

Pair: Leon Kennedy x F!Reader x Luis Serra;

Word count: 1347;

Kinks: 15 poly; 19 praise kink (x);

Ko-fi || Patreon.

Heavy breaths and moans filled the room as Leon and Luis crushed your body between theirs. At that moment, it was difficult to tell which hands belonged to who, but you didn't care as long as they didn't stop. In a very chaotic and rushed manner, their hands pulled your clothes in all directions, trying to access your skin. Luis, or maybe Leon, was playing feistily with your chest while the other was groping your ass.

"Hmm, fuck..." you said after feeling Leon's poking bulge rubbing over your cheeks. It moved in a teasing way, in which he'd draw circles with his hips and then thrust hard, giving you a taste of what's to come.

Luis' hands were busy squeezing your chest. He splayed his fingers, covering most of the surface, enjoying the feeling of your hard nipples through the fabric.

"Hmm, you have such soft boobs, señorita." Whispered Luis in your ear.

It was getting difficult to breathe in that confined space, but the presence of these two men compensated a lot for the lack of air.

"I agree. Her neck must be soft too."

With a smirk, Leon grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it backward in order to give his friend more access. You yelped, but the pain soon faded when you felt Luis' lips on your tender skin. He teased you a little as the tip of his tongue made circles all over your neck, and then he started to suck and bite gently.

"I don't want to see any marks, Luis." You said it firmly.

"I can't guarantee that, my love." Luis bit you hard after that, making sure to leave at least a red mark, if not a bruise.

"Ouch! Son of a-" You were quickly silenced by Leon, who pressed his lips over yours. Even if your mouth was sealed, you continued to puff and moan as Luis kept playing with your neck. Soon, Leon's tongue would enter your mouth, searching for yours to twirl around it. His teeth would gently grab and bite your lower lip as well.

"You were right, Leon." Said Luis as he pulled out a thin string of saliva connecting your neck and his lips. "Now I wonder what else is soft about her."

With a devious smirk, Luis dropped to his knees.

Leon gently wrapped his fingers around your neck and squeezed gently, pulling more moans out of your pretty mouth. His grip was gentle yet firm, and once he made you lean your head back, he began to kiss you on the cheek. He wanted to leave your mouth free, so he could enjoy the sounds you were about to make.

Luis got rid of your jeans and panties very fast, and soon his tongue would play with your sensitive bud. He raised one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, and then he ran the tip of his tongue over your sensitive clit.

"Oh fuck, just like that."

Luis let out a satisfied whimper and continued, this time sucking and licking at a faster pace.

From behind, Leon moved his free hand under your shirt, a moment in which he started to roll your hard nipple between his soft fingers.

These men turned you into a needy mess. Usually, you'd keep some sort of composure during sex, but this time was different. This time your throat was dry from all the panting and whimpering, your cheeks were flushed, and you could barely hold your body.

When he felt like you were close, Luis stopped and stood up. His beard was glistering with your juice, but not for long as he wiped it with his sleeve.

"Don't worry, señorita, I will take care of you," Luis said after he heard the disappointed whimper that came out of your mouth.

"Yes, Luis, we are going to take care of your needs."

Luis chuckled and unbuttoned his pants. Very soon, your eyes widened at the sight of Luis' cock. Oh, you had a feeling it was big, but actually seeing it sent a shudder through your body.

You began to wonder if you were able to take them both. Luis was big, and judging by the immense bulge, Leon was too.

When Luis saw the hint of concern on your face, he pushed Leon's hand aside to cup your face and made you look at him.

"Don't worry, mi princesa; as Sancho said, we will take care of you. Why don't you lay on your back and let us do our job?"

Oh, and they did their job very good, very, very good.

You did as told and lay down on the soft mattress. You stayed on your elbows for support and spread your legs wide. Luis went between them while Leon climbed next to you with his shaft in his hand. It was very beautiful, and it also brought you great pleasure when he pushed it down your throat. He thrust gently, and he made sure to praise you for your effort.

"You are taking me so well, darling," he said as he caressed your head "I am so proud of you".

You closed your eyes and allowed the feeling to overwhelm you.

Luis was doing an excellent job too. He pushed inside you gently, and with patience, he inserted his cock inch by inch into your needy cunt.

"So tight...so warm..." he said under his breath as he buried himself inside. After that point, he increased the pace, his eyes fixed on your bouncing breasts. He couldn't help himself and began to play with one of them, squeezing it in his palm and enjoying how squishy it was.

The two men switched a couple of times before cumming. However, that wasn't the case for you, as you managed to cum on both their cocks, bringing them on the verge of orgasm as well. When that happened, they slowed down a bit, took a deep breath, and switched.

"Goddamn, your pussy is addicting," Leon said while his forehead was pressed to yours. He almost came inside you, but he stopped.

It was harder and harder to resist you, and judging by their rosy cheeks and heavy breaths, this would be the last switch.

Leon ended up between your legs, and Luis was thrusting in your mouth. Both men became sloppy in their movements, and they moaned like never before. Luis was more vocal during the whole act, but Leon was a little quieter. He would whimper and puff, but nothing louder, but now he didn't try to suppress anything. You didn't know if it was because he wasn't able to or simply because he didn't care anymore, but one thing was certain: God, you loved hearing him be so vocal. His moans were deep and low, and they sounded very needy. It was a blessing for you anyway, and it helped you cum one more time.

All three of you came at the same time. Leon finally came inside you, and Luis shoved his cock down your throat to make sure that you'd swallow it all. Despite that, you came hard around Leon, your walls milking him with every single drop. Feeling both of them throb was an amazing feeling, and what stroke your ego was the fact that you were the reason why these men were satisfied.

After Luis pulled you out, you immediately gagged.

"My love, are you alright."

"Yes," you said between coughs.

"Way to go, pal," Leon said in a sarcastic voice as he patted your back. "Are you alright?" he asked as he looked concerned at you. God, those puppy eyes will be the death of you.

"Yes, I'm fine; don't worry. I...I kinda liked it."

Seeing that you were fine, they both lay beside you and began to caress your body. Leon was caressing and kissing your face, including the small bruise that Luis left on your skin. Luis was caressing your belly and thighs, as they must be sore.

"You did an amazing job today," Luis said as he kissed your shoulder.

"Indeed, you took both of us like a champ," Leon added with a satisfied tone.

They kept caressing you until they fell asleep. You joined them too shortly.

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jistagrams · 10 months

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hooray

pairing : bff?haechan & bff?reader

warning:cursing, stripping infront of someone idk she was changing, slight hair pulling, idk what else to put 😭😭

a/n :haechan is a gamer in his free time & they are in college & this was not proofread 😭🙏🙏

🐻🐻🐻

"HAECHAN FUCKING MOVE??"

"WHY ARE U STILL STANDING THERE??? MOOOOOVVVVEEEEEEEE"

"HAE FUCKING CHAN UR GONNA MAKE US LOSE."

all of his friends were screaming at him at once making it very obvious they were upset w him, too bad tho he was busy getting his meal that was left on the porch by the doordasher, "we bout to eattt"haechan says outloud like he's talking to someone knowing very well he's home alone in his apartment, u usually would be over laying on his bed watching tv or on his chair playing the Sims while he ate , But u were at work doing a 9 hour shift slowly waiting for 8pm to come so u can clock out and hang out with ur very loud but funny friend.

As u finally clock out u hear ur phone start to ring.

"hey donghyuck what did u call for"

"jus to see when u will be over"

"bro...i barley just got off??"

"and I wanna watch shameless together!"

"what season"

"the older ones"

"ill be over in 10, make sure u leave enough food for me"

"u got it babe"

u see... he uses babe as a nickname. Some friends use a shortened ver of their friends names but haechan js liked to call u babe , u never understood it or why he likes to call u that but u never rlly cared enough to ask.

"AHHH BABE UR HERE" he screams when he opens the door to see u in ur subway uniform, "HI HYUCCKKKK!!" U squeal seeing ur best friend after the longest hours of ur life. He opens the door wider to let u in, moving to the side as u walk in, u take ur shoes off n start to shuffle into his room, him following quickly behind u , u enter his room where u see the food and the show already set up like he was waiting for u to arrive, "were u waiting or something" "yeah actually I was bored bro" he says as u both flop onto the bed, situating urselfs into a sitting position, he turns the show on as u both start eating.

feeling full and tired after working and eating so much food u both decide to lay down on his bed, snuggling into eachother while watching missing, "omg I told u that he would end up being her dad!" , "HYUCK SHUT UP AND WATCH THE MOVIE" u say while covering his mouth with the hand that was free, other hand busy messing with his hair that u slightly tugged at while yelling at him, he winced in pain even tho it was the slightest pull. (he liked it but he would never admit that to u ofc). "Your moms real name is sarah" the guy on the TV says while u guys are immersed into the movie a lil too much u guys don't realize his roommates coming home and standing in the doorframe watching u guys until renjun and doyoung speak up, "u guys are literally a couple" renjun says first , "no literally look at them all snuggled up to eachother under the blanket watching a movie" doyoung adds to renjuns comment. Haechan let's out a sudden shreik from shock when he sees his roommates home from a guys night out (it was js them 2 and they went to a amusement park 😭😭) "WHY DIDNT U GUYS SAY U WERE COMING HOME?" Haechan says in his high pitched voice, "we literally texted u like 5 times bro, YOU didn't answer" renjun says back pointing at his phone he had in his hand, haechan climbs over ur body to grab the phone that was sitting at his desk charing, opening it to see the 5 msgs from the gc his roommates made.

yeah doyoung won a huge ass teddy bear, looks like u hyuck

hey were gonna be home in like 10

LMFAOOO IT DOES

yeah pls

we're pulling in rn unlock the door for us

"Oh." , "yeah OH." , renjun ignores hyuck and doyoung and starts talking to u, "hey y/n" he says with a smile. "Oh hey renjun!" U say back after looking up from ur phone and sit up on the headboard of haechans bed, speaking of haechan he's currently in the kitchen talking loudly w doyoung doing whatever they are doing, "how have u been, I haven't seen u since the day before yesterday" , "I've been good I've just been working Hella, have to pay for college somehow" , "ha, yeah I get it" , "how about u?how have u been?" , "good, good" ,"aahhh that's nice" , u say back slowly letting go of the convo lightly. "Well ima go to the bathroom n shower, see u around bear kisser" he says waving bye to u while walking out , "bye renjun!" U say waving back....hold on. Bear kisser??

"WHAT THE HELL DO U MEAN BY BEAR KISSER??" U say quite louder than u meant to while jumping up from haechans bed walking into the kitchen to see haechan drinking soda from the bottle and doyoung turning off the air since he swears its "too cold!". "it's so hot doyoung turn that shit back on" haechan says putting the bottle on the counter and walking over to doyoung turning back on the ac, "its cold! If ur sooooo hot get a fan!"he says turning it off and walking away. Knowing not to mess with the ac again hyuck storms away dramatically. His walking becomes more sulky while he walks to u , pulling u into a hug from the back. "just turn ur fan on dong" u say while u scroll on ur phone as he starts to sway u both side to side, u guys may look like a couple but u both really don't care, maybe u guys like looking like a couple, maybe u guys ARE a couple but hiding it, who knows. "but he's always turning it off and I'm over here sweating my ass off in my sleep cos he thinks it's -5 degrees in this house." He whines to u as u guys start to walk back to his room still in the same position, him hugging u from behind. "I know u always look like ur sweating when I sleep over" , "its because i AM" he says back letting go of u to sit in his chair , turning on his pc to get a little gaming in before going to sleep, u decide to get out of ur work clothes and wear some comfy clothes. U grab one of his shirts and shorts , throwing them on the bed and closing his door. U move back to his dresser and start taking off ur shirt standing infront of the beds end. U unclip ur bra and grab his shirt sliding it on, feeling it fit better on u than usual, while ur in shock of his being fit nicely on u haechan is screaming at his friends for not killing the guy that was targeting him and ends up getting shot by him, while arguing with his friends he notices you've been too quiet and decides to turn around in his chair, he turns and sees ur bra and shirt on the floor and u staring at urself in his body mirror on his wall, "what's wrong??" , "this shirt is supposed to be baggy, that's how it's always been" , "maybe u grew into it" , "did u wash it too many times??" , "uh yeah that's what u do when u wear something and dirty it" , "donghyuck...shut up" , "well that shirt fits me fine, it's actually kinda baggy on me maybe ur the problem" , " whatever, can u grab me the lotion I feel ashy" , he turns around to grab the lotion from his desk (don't ask why it's there) and gets up to give it to u, feeling a lil silly he decides to grab ur waist and pull u close into him , giving u his lotion as u set it down and turn around to give him a small kiss on his lips and cheek, "hold on I still have to change my pants" u say as u slip out his grip, "what are u waiting for then" he says with a smirk knowing that ur gonna be changing infront of him. U unbutton ur pants, slipping out of them and grab his shorts u threw on the bed previously, well u tried to grab them before haechan grabs u and throws u on the bed while him ontop. Kissing u passionately, stopping to say , "god i love my girlfriend so much. Especially in my clothes.u look so pretty" u give him a big toothy smile, "what abt sexy" , "oh babe your very sexy, not as sexy as I am tho" he says making u laugh as he starts to mark up ur neck. "gonna treat u so good tonight"

Obviously this is gonna be a long night.

This has been in my drafts for like 2 days now I think, I was waiting to get motivation again to finish the rest of it 😭

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#kpop #nct x reader #haechan #nct donghyuck #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct dream #nct smut #renjun #doyoung #kpop smut #kpop bg

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fairytoge · 2 years

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Can you please do dating headcanons with Nanami Gojo and Geto? 🥰

Idk if you have a limit 👀

dating headcanons ; n.kento, g.satoru, g.suguru

notes!!

yes of course i can! i absolutely adore this idea and tysm for requesting :)

other parts ; i.yuuji, f.megumiㅤi.toge, o.yuutaㅤk.choso, z.naoya

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n.kento

being in a relationship with nanami would be the real life version of every sappy romance novel you have (or haven't) read

in short terms, he is an angel and everyone is jealous that they're not him or that they're not dating him

but despite that, you two are what people aspire to be like

when nanami first asks you out, i feel like he'll mention pretty soon after about how the two of you should always be open and honest with each other

this man has been heartbroken 😭

but yeah, he also seems like he'd schedule dates for every friday evening — making sure to always mark it in his calendar and get off work extra early so that he can get ready

date nights around nanami's!!!!

he'll cook the most gourmet and delicious dish for you that you've ever had and you just fall in love with him more and more and that's ignoring how his sleeves are rolled up his forearms

nanami is also a favourite for your family!! each time you go and visit your parents or siblings, they always ask about how he is, or when he'll next visit them

it's annoying but you just bear it with a smile and remember that nanami will be waiting for you at home by the time you get back :((((

i feel like he is also willing to do practically anything for you

like, he'll make you a cup of tea or coffee in the morning alongside his, knowing just how you like it after your first date where you off-handedly shared your preferences

nanami will take your self-care sososososo seriously as well

on nights when you just flop onto your bed and grumpily state that you can't be bothered to do your skincare routine, nanami will take it upon himself to apply all the products to your face for you

he'll make sure that you don't overwork or stress yourself, and when you state that he needs to take care of himself as well, you two make a pinky promise to look after each other and yourselves.

overall, nanami would make the perfect lover and i am not accepting any other opinions :(

g.satoru

if you are in a serious relationship with gojo, then you two are basically set to be together (or at the very least have a friendship) for the rest of your lives

like it sounds dramatic but...

if your relationship is healthy, which gojo's is with you, then that would mean that he would've had to not only learn to let his walls down around you and trust you but that you would also know a lot about his past

he would probably take a few months to properly trust you but that's okay

it would also take a bit of time and effort for both you and gojo to build a high level of openness with each other, but once you have, the two of you are closer than ever

now!! how he would behave as your boyfriend 🥺

gojo seems like the type of lover who will tease you for anything and everything but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care!!

if anything, he loves you so much that it makes him uncomfy almost?? like, he feels like he's constantly being embraced around you and he isn't used to being that vulnerable :(

protect him pls ....

anyway, he'll make fun of your hair each morning just after you've woken up, even though just moments earlier he had been admiring your perfect features as you slept

gojo also seems like the type of boyfriend to do things silently

he'll go out just for you and buy you the snack that you mentioned earlier, or a piece of clothing you had wanted to purchase for a while but never had

you'll just find them randomly in your shared kitchen and, when you confront him about buying it, he'll pretend he doesn't know what you're talking about

gojo also seems like the sweet boyfriend who will also never fail to embarrass you in public 😭

like, you'll be randomly walking down the street and suddenly a wasp lands on his arm or something and he'll just start screaming

you do love him, but at moments like those, you wish you didn't not really though

g.suguru

geto would be an interesting lover

i feel like his appearance, and how he presents himself when meeting new people, is very misleading to how he actually behaves

so when your relationship with him becomes more serious, geto takes it upon himself to properly open up to you and gradually shows you his real personality

this only snowballs into you two falling for each other even more and promotes him to share all of his interests and aspirations with you; all whilst you gaze up at him talking with stars in your eyes

you admire how he takes everything in his stride, and how he is probably the most accepting person you have ever met

anyway, i am a firm believer in the idea that geto loves to just hold you, or touch you

when you are both out in public together and not already holding hands or anything, he'll loop his arm around your waist and pull you towards him slightly .... just not enough to be too pda

geto would also notice when you feel uncomfortable or something!!

for example, you could be approached by one of the co-workers that was known within your office to be a little... weird... and geto will quickly (but politely) excuse you both

protector geto ???? 🥺

but yeah, i think that he would also randomly pull you into hugs wherever...

you might just be making dinner for the two of you, walking around the house, or grocery shopping, and then geto suddenly bear hugs you from behind

the first couple of times shocked and subsequently made him stop doing it for a while, until you reassured him that you were fine with it

geto seems like he'd also keep a secret stash of your snacks in a place you don't know so that, whenever you're craving them and don't want to go out, he "happens" to have them on him

in conclusion of boyfriend!geto, he's the kind of lover who is always quite laid back and relaxed, though that doesn't mean that he doesn't pay attention to you and your needs

he's a big softie

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