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boxer! jungkook x collegestudent! reader

SUMMARY: There's no love, there are no fights with Jungkook—just a twisted addiction that keeps you crawling back. You tell yourselves it’s not toxic. After all, you never argue, never get jealous. Just fuck, lie, and slip back into the arms of the people who will never know.

It’s not love.

But it sure as hell isn’t nothing.

friends with benefits au, situationship au

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SIGHS... explicit sexual content, sexual language, rough sex, spanking, slapping, degradation, name-calling, cheating infidelity themes, orgasm control, overstimulation, consensual aggression, explicit descriptions of bodily fluids, drug use (weed), light humiliation, possessive behavior, power imbalance, dirty talk, dominance and submission, hair pulling, spit play, fingering, praise kink, degradation kink, ass grabbing, nipple play, marking (biting, scratching), cum play, blowjob, teasing

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wc: 5,4k // date: 3rd of July 2025

CHAPTER THREE — Yours To Ruin; happy reading my gummies...

AN: omg hiii you guys. okay so. this is literally 5.4k of pure filth. i said what i said. idk what demon possessed me to write this but honestly shoutout to them, luv u bestie. i’ve been editing this for like 72 years, i haven’t eaten a single crumb today BUT dw i’m gonna go demolish some food as soon as i hit post. also like. gawd damn. i don’t wanna spoil anything but this is so hot wtf. i’m actually blushing. what do y’all think? yay or nay. pls scream at me in the comments.

note goal for next chapter is 500 notes btw!! let’s fucking go. mwahhh.

Jeon Jungkook moves with effortless nonchalance, but every lazy glide of his lips over the delicate curve of your neck is charged with hunger. His breath hitches as he trails kisses from your pulse point down to the soft hollow beneath your jaw, each touch feather-light yet incendiary. You can feel the quiet demand in his gaze, a magnetic pull that takes you deeper into him.

His fingers slide slowly, teasingly, tracing the graceful line of your spine, the gentle but deliberate pressure sending shivers that ripple across your skin like wildfire. Your body responds without thought — hips tilting, breath quickening — each touch igniting embers that burn hotter with every second. The casualness in his movements only twists the tension tighter, like a low simmer that threatens to explode.

You can’t help but feel the hardness pressing painfully against your soaked panties, a desperate reminder of just how badly he wants you. His clothed length pulses in time with your heartbeat, throbbing so intensely it aches — begging for release, begging for more. You gently grind against him, slow and teasing, desperate for even the smallest friction, your fingers tangling in his damp, messy hair as you pull him closer.

“Mmm,” he gasps, his voice rough, ragged with need. His right hand clamps down hard on your ass, fingers digging in possessively. “Just like that, baby. So fucking good.”

You bite your lip, breath ragged, cheeks flushed, panties growing wetter with every brush of him beneath the thin fabric. Your lips part, trembling, aching to chase after his—hungry, needy, craving every inch of him.

Your mouth hunts for his, desperate to taste him, to be swallowed whole.

By his teeth, sharp and demanding, sinking just enough to leave a mark.

By his tongue, slow and sinful, mapping every curve and dip with burning heat.

By him, completely—body, soul, and mind melting into the raw hunger pulsing between you.

“Yea—fuck, that’s it,” Jungkook breathes out, voice ragged and raw as you finally find the perfect angle, sliding down onto him with a slow, aching precision. Your palms grow slick, damp from the heat of your own desperation, fingers trembling as they scramble to find any solid anchor—his shoulders, his neck, anything to hold onto as you grind yourself against him, the friction electric.

Without a warning, he thrusts upward, sudden and hard, and a sharp, breathless whine escapes your lips. You throw your arms around his neck, clutching tightly as your bodies move together in a desperate rhythm. Sweat beads on his forehead, then trails down, leaving glistening lines across his chest and stomach beneath his shirt, slick and tantalizing. Your skin tingles wherever it brushes against his damp heat.

“I could cum,” he groans, hands sliding to your hips, fingers digging in, guiding you faster, deeper. “Think I could cum just like this.”

You smirk, biting gently at his bottom lip, your voice low and teasing, “Mhm? You ever cum like this… with her?”

A dark chuckle rumbles from his throat as his hips chase yours with growing urgency. His right hand trails down your belly, fingers dancing over your skin, deliberate, slow teasing strokes that set your nerves aflame.

“She wishes,” he says with that cocky grin, voice thick with desire.

“Oh, reaaally?” You laugh breathlessly against his mouth, your desperate hands fumbling with the waistband of his joggers, trembling as you wrestle with the stubborn fabric.

“As much as I’d—Fuck, Kook, keep doing that,” you mumble, breath catching as his fingers press down hard against your clit, tracing lazy, torturous circles that have your back arching, muscles tightening.

Frustrated by the barrier of your jeans, you take his left hand in yours, guiding it firmly to the button, freeing yourself at last from the teasing prison. He pulls your clothes down quickly, skin on skin, heat meeting heat.

“You were saying something?” His open-mouthed kisses trail down your throat, wet tongue flicking over the soft curve of your neck, sending sharp jolts through your body.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap, unable to hold back any longer. Your hand slips beneath his boxers, wrapping around his thick length with a desperate grip.

He throws his head back, a guttural groan ripping from deep inside him as your fingers move skillfully, sliding up and down, slick with anticipation and want. His eyes squeeze shut, muscles tense under his damp shirt, every inch of him alive with need.

“You look so fucking hot right now,” you whisper, breath hitching.

Jungkook opens his eyes, dark and wild, watching your every movement with burning hunger. His fingers find their way back to your soaked panties, picking up the pace, circling faster, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body as you stroke him with growing urgency.

Your moans mix, a symphony of need and release barely held at bay, the heat between you crackling like fire ready to explode.

You decide to settle with your hand wrapped around his cock, your grip just gentle enough to drive him crazy. If there’s one thing you know about Jeon Jungkook, it’s that he fucking loves the torture. Loves the way your fingers trace slowly up his shaft, gliding with the lightest pressure, coaxing him into a maddening tension that coils low in his gut.

He watches you with hooded eyes, pupils blown wide, his stare pinning you in place like he’s daring you to even think about stopping. He’s assertive, commanding, every tilt of his chin and heavy breath demanding your obedience. But he knows you’re not going anywhere.

He knows you’ll be his perfect, obedient girl. Always ready to please him. Always anticipating what he wants before he can even voice it. And god, you fucking love it.

You love the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you whole as your thumb swirls slowly around the slick head of his cock. You love how single-minded he makes you, how utterly consumed you are by him—so much so that you almost forget that his fingers are working between your legs at the same time.

Almost.

Because there’s no way you can truly forget when his fingertips tease your entrance, slick and insistent, until his index finger finally slides inside you. Your breath stutters, a small, broken moan escaping your lips as he curls it perfectly, brushing against the sweet spot deep within you—the one you know only he can truly find.

Your thighs tremble around his hips as he laughs softly, a low, taunting sound that vibrates through your chest. He’s a menace, savoring the sight of your flushed, desperate face as it falls forward, pressing against his shoulder because you’re shaking too hard to hold yourself up.

You’re so desperate you can barely breathe.

So desperate that your eyes flutter shut and your lips part in a trembling gasp when he withdraws his finger from your soaked cunt. And you damn near whimper when he brings that same finger up to your mouth, smearing your own slick across your lips before pushing it between them, deeper, until small tears spring to the corners of your eyes from how far he presses in.

“Yeah, baby,” Jungkook growls, voice low and gravelly as his free hand tangles in your hair, holding your head still as you suck on his finger. “Show me how you’re gonna suck me off.”

Your cheeks hollow around him as you obey, swirling your tongue greedily around the digit, tasting yourself on his skin, moaning at the filthy intimacy of it.

He watches you with fire in his gaze, his cock twitching in your grasp as you stroke him a little tighter, a little faster, precum leaking from his tip and smearing across your knuckles.

“Fuck… just like that,” he hisses. “Such a good girl for me… always so eager to be my little slut, huh?”

You hum in response, vibrating around his finger, eyes heavy-lidded with need. Your hand keeps working him, relishing the silky heat of him pulsing in your palm.

It’s so hot, so perfectly Jungkook — the way he looks at you like he wants to own every inch of you — that you’re dangerously close to getting completely lost in the moment.

It’s intoxicating enough that a traitorous thought flickers through your mind: you could happily spend the rest of your life with your hand wrapped around Jungkook’s cock, your lips wrapped around his fingers, drowning in the taste and scent and heat of him.

You roll your eyes in a pathetic attempt at asserting some kind of dominance, but it’s almost laughable. Because even while you’re trying to glare at him, pretending to be angry about how filthy he’s being, your tongue is still swirling greedily around the rough pads of his fingers, sucking him deeper, tasting yourself on his skin like it’s the sweetest nectar.

“I’m not gonna suck you off,” you manage to hiss when he pulls his fingers free from your mouth, a thin strand of spit and slick stretching between your lips and his hand, trailing down your chin, even dripping onto his shirt.

He laughs.

Actually laughs.

Not that cocky, arrogant chuckle he usually gives when he’s being an asshole. No — this is real, genuine laughter, bright and sharp, the kind you usually let out when Taehyung makes a joke that absolutely floors you.

It’s disarming. Infuriating. And, somehow, devastatingly hot.

You grit your teeth, eyes narrowing, heat surging low in your belly. “What’s so fucking funny?”

Your hand tightens around his cock, stroking him harder, your other hand moving down to gently massage his balls, feeling the weight and heat of him, how tight he’s drawn with need.

He barely blinks before leaning in and stealing a quick, heated kiss from your lips.

“Just you,” he murmurs, his voice deep, tinged with affection and amusement. “Trying to act all in control.”

Then his fingers bury themselves in your hair, gripping hard enough to make your scalp tingle, yanking your head back in a swift, dominant motion that forces a startled gasp from your lips. Your throat arches for him, your pulse hammering wildly as goosebumps race down your exposed skin.

He hovers over you, his breath hot against your neck, lips so close you can almost feel the ghost of a kiss—but he holds himself just out of reach. The frustration simmers so fiercely inside you that it’s nearly painful.

His words come out in low, commanding breaths, each syllable vibrating through your skin:

“Stop being so mouthy…”

He pauses, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat gliding down your throat.

“…and let me do you the way you fucking want it.”

Your whole body shudders at the dark promise threaded through his voice.

Your hands keep moving on him despite the warning, your grip firm, working him with precise strokes. He hisses through clenched teeth, his cock pulsing in your hand.

“Say it,” he growls, his eyes blazing into yours. “Say you want me to take control.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out at first—only shaky, shallow breaths. Your pride fights for a moment longer before it crumbles under the weight of his stare, the undeniable heat flooding your core.

“…I want you to take control,” you whisper, voice breaking around the admission.

A wicked smile curves across his lips.

“Good girl.”

He leans in, pressing a bruising kiss to your mouth, tongue plunging deep as his hips buck into your hand, his own fingers sliding down to tease your drenched folds again—this time with absolutely no patience left.

Jungkook’s touch makes you lightheaded.

As his lips delicately dance across yours, heat pools low in your belly, and you swear you’re growing dizzy. His cock throbs in your grip, thick and impossibly hard, and you make sure to trace every vein with your fingertips, following the way it curves in that dangerously steady arc that you know drives him insane.

He’s falling apart, and you fucking love it.

His dark eyes squint as he stares at you, hooded with lust, his Adam’s apple bobbing each time you squeeze a little harder, stroke a little faster than the slow rhythm you’d started.

He’s not talking much anymore—his usual filthy commentary replaced by harsh, stuttering breaths. Instead, his left hand slides up to your face, fingers catching a loose strand of hair that’s fallen across your cheek.

He tucks it behind your ear with a tenderness so sudden it hits you like a slap.

And for a split second, you’re unsteady, your conscious mind screaming at you that you shouldn’t let this go there, that this isn’t supposed to feel like more.

“Don’t do that,” you mumble, voice rough, hand gripping his cock tighter.

Jungkook groans, his words spilling out in rapid, gasping breaths. “What am I—fuck, baby, what am I doing?”

You bite your lower lip, trying desperately to keep your composure as you grind your soaked pussy tentatively against his thigh, the movement rough and delicious against your clit.

“Making shit too real.”

Jungkook’s lips twitch, fighting a devilish grin. “Sounds like you’re projecting.”

You open your mouth, ready to throw back a sharp retort—a snarky remark, anything—but nothing comes out. Because deep down, you know anything you say might shatter this fragile line you’re both balancing on, might twist this moment into something neither of you is ready to admit you want.

So instead, you swallow your words and let your hand move on him faster, tighter, filthier. You watch the way his jaw clenches, the way his chest rises and falls in shallow breaths.

You let yourself own him the way you know you don’t deserve to.

You let yourself grind against his thigh like it belongs to you, your breath catching with every upward bounce of his leg that jolts sparks of pleasure through your core.

“Really wanna be inside you,” Jungkook whines, voice cracked and desperate as his thigh bounces harder beneath you. The raw hunger in his tone shatters any last trace of your restraint.

You can’t fight it anymore—the need, the madness, the thin line between wanting and needing him utterly gone.

“Yeah?” you breathe out. It’s phrased like a question, but you both know it’s a statement—a truth neither of you can deny. “You don’t want me to suck your dick?”

“Fuuuck, stop saying it like that,” he hisses, the words caught between a laugh and a groan.

“Like what?” you taunt, voice dropping low as you roll your hips more insistently, chasing friction.

“Like you want me to destroy that filthy mouth.”

His hands move to your ass, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh, kneading you roughly, possessively, fingers digging in as if he’s trying to claim you for himself.

“Maybe I do,” you whisper, leaning closer until your lips brush his ear, your breath hot and trembling. “Maybe I want you to ruin me.”

Jungkook groans so loudly you feel it rumble through his chest. His eyes blaze into yours, pupils blown wide with desire, as he bucks his hips into your fist, desperate and helpless under your touch.

“Fuck… then let me.” It’s all he has to say for you to drop to your knees.

You don’t even bother to speak, just slip off his lap and sink down onto the floor in front of him, positioning yourself below like he’s some kind of fucking king and you’re nothing but a devoted peasant, existing solely to serve him.

And you fucking love it.

You bask in the way his eyes go wide, the way his jaw clenches as his teeth bite into his lower lip, as if he’s trying not to spontaneously combust at the sight of you kneeling for him. His hands twitch uselessly by his sides, like he’s fighting the urge to just grab your head and shove you where he wants you.

You’re pathetic and desperate as you reach for his cock again, even more so when you wrap your hand around the base only to lightly slap it against the softness of your cheeks.

The sound is obscene, wet and sharp, and Jungkook lets out a strangled moan, his thighs trembling, sweat beading at his hairline and trickling down his neck, chest, and abs, soaking into the fabric of his shirt. But everything’s already a mess—the couch, your clothes, your bodies.

And the moment you finally lean forward and get a taste of him, you realize there’s no going back.

Your lips part around his thick cock, tongue rolling over the head as you sink lower, cheeks hollowing as you tighten around him to take him deeper.

Jungkook lets out a sharp, broken breath the moment he feels the blunt tip of his cock prodding at the back of your throat. Saliva leaks messily down your chin, pooling at the corners of your lips and dripping onto his thighs. You stare up at him through teary, lust-drunk eyes, so hungry, so fucking eager, like you’d let him fuck your throat for hours if he wanted.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice ragged. “You’re seriously fucked up for this.”

He arches his back against the couch, losing the last bit of composure he has left, especially when you gag softly around him, letting out small, choked noises that sound downright pornographic.

Jungkook becomes a squirming mess above you, hips twitching, abs clenching, hands flexing like he’s trying to decide whether to yank you closer or push you off before he completely loses it.

It’s primal now.

This isn’t a wish or a fantasy anymore—it’s a necessity, clawing at both of you like you’ll fucking die if you don’t give in.

Your mouth is wet and hot and sinful, and Jungkook feels like he could melt into it, dissolve into the heat and wet suction of your lips and tongue.

You flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing every vein, every ridge, feeling the way he throbs and twitches against you.

Your own arousal is slicking down your thighs, your panties utterly ruined, your pussy clenching and fluttering with desperate, aching need, practically begging to be stretched and filled by him.

“Fuck, fuck, stop,” Jungkook chokes out suddenly, his voice trembling as he grips the back of your head, his fingers tangled tight in your hair.

You lift your head, spit-slick lips parting as his cock slips from your mouth with a soft, wet pop. Your chest heaves, breath coming in shallow pants, and the corner of your mouth curves into a teasing, wicked little smile.

“Mm… am I that good?”

“Baby,” he pants, his chest heaving, “I’m gonna fucking explode if you keep lapping at my dick like that.”

You shrug, licking a stray drop of precum off your bottom lip. “Okay. So… should I go back to it?”

“Get on top. Right now.”

His voice is dark, rough, and commanding—a pure, feral growl that slices through the tension like a blade.

Your body reacts before your brain can even catch up. You scramble to your feet, practically throwing yourself into his lap like a woman possessed.

And maybe you are.

Because at this point, there’s nothing in the world you want more than to let Jungkook ruin you completely.

You feel his thighs pressed flush against yours, his cock pulsing hot and thick where it rests against your soaked pussy. His hands are everywhere—gripping your ass, kneading, squeezing possessively as if he can’t stand the thought of letting you go.

“Mmm, what are you waiting for, baby?” Jungkook teases, his voice rough and dripping with hunger. “Get yourself on my cock.”

But you’re a tease too.

Instead of sinking down like he’s begging for, you wrap your fingers around his length, guiding him shamelessly to rub the swollen head against your drenched folds. His precum mixes with your slick, smearing across your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

A whine tears out of your throat when his cock slides perfectly over your clit, the friction dizzying. You bite into the hard curve of his shoulder to muffle the desperate sounds spilling out of you, your hips rolling as you circle his tip around your entrance, hovering right there, driving both of you mad.

“Fuck…” Jungkook breathes, his head falling back, jaw tight as his eyes flutter shut.

And then he snaps his hips upward, thrusting into you in one swift, brutal stroke.

The moan you let out is downright obscene, echoing off the walls, trembling and high-pitched.

You’re full. So fucking full.

It’s hard to breathe, your lungs trembling with the force of it, because all you can feel is Jungkook—his cock stretching you open, his hands gripping you tight, his heat wrapping around you like a furnace. You can’t remember where you end and he begins.

You lean in, panting against his lips, teeth gently nibbling his bottom lip as your walls pulse around his length. “Wanted to tease you some more…” you manage to whisper.

“Mmhmm.” He grunts when your pussy clenches around him like a vice. “Took you too long, baby… had to do something.”

So you finally start to move.

And it’s impossible—impossible—how something that should feel so filthy can feel so fucking right.

He keeps his grip tight on your hips, guiding you up and down, helping you find a punishing rhythm. You’re embarrassed by the sounds tearing from your throat, gasping and crying out with every bounce, but you can’t stop it. You can’t fight it anymore.

Not when he fills you up like this is his entire purpose in life.

Not when your walls clutch around him so tight you both feel like you’re on the brink of collapsing.

Your mind is gone, lost somewhere in the haze of pleasure, but you don’t fucking care.

You’re bouncing on him so hard, so fast, it’s almost animalistic. Sweat drips down your spine, sticks your hair to your temples, glistens over Jungkook’s chest as it heaves beneath you—but neither of you gives a damn.

Jungkook lowers his mouth, capturing your nipple between his teeth, biting down just enough to make you gasp. He swirls his tongue around it, lapping at the sensitive peak like a man starved.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” you cry out, voice cracking.

He laughs breathlessly, licking at your nipple, his eyes wild and shining. “Love it when you say my name, baby.”

And you’re both frantic now, skin slapping against skin, your bodies colliding over and over as you chase the high you both crave.

But your thighs are trembling, burning, muscles straining and starting to twitch from the sheer force of your movements.

“You getting tired there?” Jungkook chuckles, though his own breath comes ragged and uneven.

You nod, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, unable to hide the exhaustion creeping in.

He grins, a wicked glint in his eyes, and his strong hands slide around to grip your ass, lifting you up higher, holding you suspended for a heartbeat as your pussy clenches and flutters around nothing.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, his voice dark and soothing. “I got you.”

And then he thrusts up into you, hard.

Your brain goes foggy, your vision blurring at the edges as sparks explode behind your eyelids. It feels so fucking good—too good.

So good you can’t even form words anymore.

All that comes out of you are choked, broken gasps, your mouth hanging open, head falling back as he fucks you in deep, punishing strokes, each thrust slamming into that perfect spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your body tremble uncontrollably.

Jungkook’s rhythm grows erratic, driven by pure, frantic need.

And you both know neither of you is going to last much longer.

Your face twists in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing, lips parting on a silent moan—

—and Jungkook seizes the opportunity, shoving two fingers deep into your mouth.

“Look at you,” he laughs, voice low and wicked. “Aren’t you such an obedient little slut.”

You can’t do anything anymore. You can’t speak, can’t think, can barely even move.

You’re overwhelmed. Overfucked. Your mind spins as white-hot pleasure floods every nerve ending, drowning you in a haze so intense it borders on pain—but it’s so good you’d beg for more if you could remember how to speak.

“Fuck, I never wanna stop,” Jungkook groans, his hips driving up into you with merciless force. “Wanna stay buried in this pussy ‘til you know who owns it.”

But you already know.

You’ve only ever known.

Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.

It’s the only thought left in your scrambled brain.

Your pussy clenches involuntarily around his cock, gripping him so tight it drags a sharp gasp out of him, his head falling back, dirty laughter spilling from his lips.

“Jesus… you like that, don’t you.”

It’s mean. It’s mocking. And it’s so hot you feel like you’re going to combust from the inside out.

“Yeah, you like that. Want me to own you, don’t you?”

You moan so loud it rattles through your chest, so loud that for a fleeting second, you’re terrified the neighbors might complain—but Jungkook doesn’t give a single fucking shit about anyone else right now.

“Want me to keep using you like my good little toy, yeah?”

You’re beyond pathetic when you nod your head, drool leaking around his fingers, eyes glassy and unfocused. Your mouth is stuffed full of his fingers, your pussy stuffed full of his cock, and you’ve never felt more his than you do right now.

Jungkook leans closer, his breath ragged, eyes blazing into yours as he speaks, every word a dark, brutal truth.

“That’s why you keep lying to your stupid little boyfriend.”

Your heart stutters violently in your chest, shame and lust crashing together in a dizzying wave, but before you can react, he drives himself deeper into you, hips slamming up so hard it steals your breath.

“That’s why you keep coming back to me,” he snarls, punctuating his words with savage thrusts that make you bounce helplessly in his lap.

Your clit pulses wildly between the friction of his pelvis and his filthy words, the delicious drag of his cock making you feel split open, filled beyond capacity.

“It’s not just ‘cause no one can fuck you like this…” he pants, his voice growing lower, darker, every syllable curling around you like a chain.

“…It’s because you belong to me.”

Your walls clamp down around him so fiercely he groans, teeth gritted, sweat dripping down his temples as he fights to keep himself from unraveling too soon.

And all you can do is whimper around his fingers, eyes rolling back, because fuck—he’s right.

Every filthy, possessive word out of his mouth is the absolute truth.

He slaps your ass, hard.

The crack echoes in the room, and the sting blossoms across your skin like fire. A perfect, red handprint blooms where he struck you.

It hurts.

It takes you to the fucking moon.

“It’s because this perfect little pussy is mine.”

“Jung—nnggh.”

Your moan is raw and helpless as his cock slams into your sweet spot, sending a violent shiver through your entire body. Your tongue swirls desperately around his fingers, sucking him deeper into your mouth like you want to swallow him whole.

“Knew it,” he pants, his eyes rolling back as your lips stretch wider to take more of him, as if you’re trying to suck the soul right out of his body.

“I’m never gonna stop,” Jungkook gasps out, his voice breaking, a frantic edge creeping into his words. “Fuck, I’m never gonna stop.”

He’s rambling now, lost in the haze of his own pleasure, his thoughts unraveling faster than he can catch them. He’s high on the feeling of you wrapped around him, high on the slick, the heat, the tightness.

He could drown in you if he let himself.

“Bet you’d let me cum inside if I asked.”

The filthy suggestion tears a violent jolt of arousal through you. Your hands shoot up to clutch his shoulders, nails digging hard enough to leave bright red crescents in his skin.

His ruthlessness makes you cry out, trembling on top of him, too far gone to form words, too consumed by the rhythm of his cock pounding into you.

You’re fucked out, trembling and desperate, willing to let him do anything he wants.

Your whole body shudders when he finally pulls his slick fingers from your mouth. You’re breathless, spit glistening on your lips, your tongue darting out as if you miss the taste of him already.

But then he drags those same wet fingers down between your thighs, finding the place you need him most.

He rubs your swollen clit in tight circles, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, even as he keeps fucking into you, his cock hitting so deep it feels like he’s rearranging your insides.

Your moans spill out uncontrollably as your forehead falls against his, eyes fluttering shut, your body locking up around him.

“Jungkook,” you barely manage to choke out, your voice thin and shaking. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”

“Yeah? You close?”

“Nghhh… so close, Kook… gonna die…”

He groans, thrusting up into you with vicious force. “S’okay, baby… I’m close too.”

Thank fuck, because if you weren’t this close, Jungkook knows he’d definitely embarrass himself.

And judging by how he’s gasping, how his rhythm is turning desperate and sloppy, he’s barely hanging on by a thread.

He can usually last longer with you.

But this—whatever the fuck this is—has him completely undone.

The weed. The sex. The way you’re wrapped around him like heaven itself. The way you’re begging to be ruined.

It’s too much.

He’s so close it’s almost painful, his entire body coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.

And then—fuck.

You clench around him.

Your breaths stutter and short-circuit, a series of broken moans and whimpers spilling from your lips as your orgasm rips through you, your body going tight and shivery, your pussy squeezing him like a vice as wetness floods around his cock.

Your juices coat him, dripping down his length, making obscene slick sounds with every stroke.

And you’re so wet, so warm, so impossibly perfect that Jungkook loses it.

“Fuck, baby… I’m gonna cum too.”

His lips crash into yours, tongues tangling, teeth scraping, sloppy and desperate. The kiss is wet and messy, a tangle of breath and heat as you both spiral out of control.

Your fingers dive into his hair, gripping the damp strands with trembling hands like you’ll fall apart if you let go.

“It’s—fuck—” he mumbles against your lips.

And then he pulls out just in time, stroking himself frantically as hot spurts of cum spill over his abs, streaking his taut stomach over his shirt. His eyes lock onto yours, dazed and wild, drinking in your utterly fucked-out expression.

Your breaths mingle in the space between your mouths, each inhale tasting like the other’s exhale. You’re both gasping, panting so hard it feels like your chests might burst. Your hearts hammer in sync, thundering so loud it drowns out everything else.

“Jesus…” you mutter, your body collapsing forward onto his, every limb boneless, muscles trembling, every nerve ending still sparking.

“Jesus indeed,” he breathes out, biting the inside of his cheek like he’s trying—and failing—to keep a giddy grin off his face.

“That was…”

“That was fucking insane, Jungkook.”

He hums, his thumb brushing gently over your hip, eyes still dark with the lingering aftershocks of lust. “I think we’ve never had sex like that.”

“I’m sure we’ve never had sex like that.”

For a long moment, neither of you says a word.

And in the silence, you realize that whatever the fuck just happened between you… you both might never recover from it.

For a second, you think he might bring it up—the words he’d groaned into your skin as you rocked against him.

You belong to me.

But he doesn’t. And you don’t ask.

Instead, he slides one hand behind your neck and pulls you down for a soft kiss. It’s gentler than anything that came before it, and it makes your chest ache.

“You’re okay?” he murmurs when he pulls back, searching your eyes.

“I’m okay,” you whisper. Even though your pulse is still tripping over itself. Even though you can’t stop hearing his voice in your head.

Neither of you moves to get up. You just stay there, tangled together, pretending the air between you isn’t buzzing with a truth neither of you dares to say out loud.

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[saintslewis]

𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black fem!oc; nadia hamilton

summary: nadia’s got a new job, life is going great (we do not mention singapore ’23) and she has a loving husband! nothing could go wrong, right?

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, suggestive stuff bc i love teasing you guys, slight angst too! (tw: qatar ‘23)

saint’s team radio 🫧: hey…..hey. i did not realise that it’s been almost 7 months without giving you guys lewdia….you guys are too kind i swear oh em gee 😭. like i always say, the last chapter bummed me out but we’re back now! i hope you enjoy this one, guys and thank you for sticking around 🥹

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LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM

Lewis watched as his wife stepped out of the private exit of the upscale restaurant with her red bottoms clacking against the gravel of the parking lot behind the building. Holding the train of her dress like a true princess, she flicked her hair behind her shoulder as she made eye contact with her husband and a huge grin filled her face.

He leaned on the cullinan with a bouquet of white roses sitting pretty on the hood of the car and the infamous pink box from her favourite bakery, a swell of pride in his chest as he watched Nadia walk closer and closer to him.

“You, Sir,” She started, placing her clutch on the hood. “You’re looking at the brand new creative designer for Louis Vuitton.” Nadia expressed, her excitement kept in but the smile showed all her emotions. “The dinner went so well, baby, that the executives moved me from just working in Pharrell’s team to the general team in LV.” She giggled, trying her level best to surpress the excitement.

Lewis’ jaw dropped at the news. He knew Nadia was always gunning for a second chance in the fashion world and after months of communication, deep emotions and frustration, her biggest dream has come true. He could the tears prick his eyes as he watched his wife’s eyes glimmer with happiness.

“Nadia…oh my god, sweetheart. This is huge, this is…everything. I’m so proud of you, love.” Lewis spoke, his arms circling her waist and pulling her impossibly close. It truly sunk in as he spun her around in his arms and her laughter rang through the night sky. “How are you feeling? This is massive, babe, I can’t believe this.” Lewis spoke in disbelief, the ever growing smile never leaving his lips.

“I’m so shocked, I almost screamed and cried when Jean-Luc said that. Then my first thought was to facetime you then I remembered that I was still in work mode. Baby, they even asked that I sign the contract as soon as possible. Like?! Me?! I dreamt of this, Lewis, for years and I just-” The waterworks beat Nadia to her words, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

Lewis didn’t have to say much, he just hugged her, her head softly placed on his chest and he most certainly didn’t mind that her makeup would get on his shirt. “Oh my god, I need to tell my babies Willow and Kaiden. Then the girls then- this is just so overwhelming and exciting!” She smiled wide, wiping her tears, not caring about her makeup anymore.

Nadia’s eyes finally drifted to the large bouquet staring right back at her along with the faint scent of the croissants. “Was it your job to just make me cry today? I’ve been craving these things for weeks.” Her bottom lip curled into a sweet pout before opening up the box and immediately munching on one.

“Nads, you didn’t even see the flowers? These things are heavy, you know?” He chuckled, watching move crumbs into her mouth.

She laughed. “Trust, I saw them. I had to get some real food first, they in there feeding people thoughts of food with a side of caviar.” She joked, taking up another bite of her pain au chocolat.

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nadiahamilton this girl is now a creative designer for @.louisvuitton. i’m eternally grateful for this opportunity, thank you 🤍

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user THIS IS HUGE OH MY GOD CONGRATULATIONS MOTHERRRR

arianagrande nadiaaaaa i’m so proud of you!! can’t wait to celebrate you 🫧

charlottieee ARE YOU FUCKING JOKINGGGGG AHHHH

nadiahamilton girl i told you already 🧍🏽‍♀️

charlottieeee STILL THIS IS SO AMAZING

louisvuitton welcome to the family, Madam Nadia! Very excited to work with you in the future ❤️

nadiahamilton I can’t wait to start!

user damn i also wanna use my last name to get me into places that i was never supposed to go to

user you’re such a bitter bitch. you’d never say this about a white man

user TELL EM OOMF

chunkz you making big moves, sister 🥹

user THAT BOUQUET!!!

fencer sister in law is doing insane things! so proud 🥳

nadiahamilton milesssss 🥹

zendaya we’re officially co-workers! ahhh this is amazing, congratulations big sis

nadiahamilton you’re officially my work wife 😛

kehlani vv proud of you, baby girl!!!! only wearin your pieces from now on, trust

iamcardib steal my entire comment, why don’t you? 😐

latto777 y’all ain’t doin enough, i’m getting this shit tatted on me! 🗣️

alexandrasaintmleux sending the biggest bouquet of flowers to you tinkerbell!

nadiahamilton love you always, alex!

iamkaylanicole THEE GIRL, OKAY?!

nadiahamilton kaylaaaa bae 🥹

user from high school teacher to creative designer for lv….. this ain’t shady to y’all?

megantheestallion NOPE

user mother has spoken

lewishamilton clean

nadiahamilton don’t piss me off 🧍🏽‍♀️

lewishamilton i love you, darling and i’m very proud of you ❤️💐

user motherrrrr 🥹

user still can’t have kids btw

nadiahamilton and your bf is still in the ground, now what

user she went LOWER omg 😭

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LUSAIL INTERNATIONAL CIRCUIT, DOHA, QATAR

Nadia was already missing Japan and Mexico. Those two races had been the most fun she had experienced this entire season. The car was behaving surprisingly and Lewis was very positive about the outcome of the car, saying the team seemed to finally listen to him.

She was riding solo this time, Miles having to leave early for some work reasons and their friends just saying something about the vibe of the track didn’t sit right with them. Shrugging her shoulders, Nadia packed and went to Lusail with her man, packing her work books as well for sketches.

It was unbearably hot on race day but she had still covered up because she knew of the strict rules around her. Thank goodness the fabrics of her outfit were breathable but she wouldn’t be surprised if her lace lifted a tad bit. Her prescription glasses perched on her nose with her pencil tapping on the corner of her mouth as she sketched potential pieces a new collection that LV was planning to release.

The sweet sounds of jazz rang through her earphones as she swung her feet. Lewis’ driver’s room was comfortable enough for the both of them to be in their own worlds together. Lewis was also focused on his little notebook, focusing on the first lap mostly as he was starting in the front with George. His leg was bouncing, thinking of how things would go for him in this race.

Nadia was the first to put her sketchbook down sigh internally, fanning herself with her hands. He followed suit, taking his airpods off and setting them aside. Lewis gently patted his thigh and Nadia hopped off the ‘bed’ and into his lap, leaning back and feeling his chin on her shoulder as his arms circled her waist and pulled her closer.

“It’s just you and me this time.” Nadia spoke softly, playing with the hem of her shirt. Lewis could only hum in agreement. “I don’t know how to feel about this one. The last two were good and that kind of scares me because the car hasn’t been reliable all year.” He sighed. “I don’t know, love…”

“What are you thinking, Lew?” She took a moment to allow him to respond. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder. “I..They listened to me, Nads. They don’t..they don’t usually do that. I should be able to trust them, you know?” Lewis expressed and Nadia could feel his despair in his words.

She took a moment before saying anything. “Are you thinking of-”

“No. No, I’ve been with them for majority of my career. They’re family to me.” Lewis lifted his head, his voice harbouring slight offence at the mere thought of…that happening.

“Do they feel the same towards you though?” Nadia said, letting the sentence linger in the air for a moment. “You give them everything and they give everything to your teammate. I’m not saying that you should…leave. Never. I just want to see you happy in a car that you can drive.” She fidgeted with her nails this time.

Lewis took his time to respond. The thoughts racing in his head. He is Mercedes. He wants to retire with them. But do they want to?

“I made it deep, innit? I’m sorry.” She chuckled, trying to lift the mood. “I know you’ll do amazing today. I’m just chatting.”

He bounced the leg that she was sitting on. “Heyyy, it’s okay, these conversations are needed. You’re a gem.” Lewis said, kissing her temple. Nadia turned to kiss him fully and when pulling away, she pecked his lips again.

“You’ll kill it today, I just know it.” She smiled.

Nadia, in fact, did not know it.

Her eyebrows were furrowed with her mouth slightly ajar as she watched her husband stand next to his car as he was knocked off the track by his own teammate. Watched as he crossed the track on foot, as they lifted the car from the gravel, as he walked through the garage with his helmet still on and his shoulders slumped in defeat, watched as he walked past her.

After what felt hours of silence sat in his driver’s room in complete shock, the man of the hour placed his cap on as he prepared to walk out of the driver’s room to the masses.

“Why’d you post that? Why’d you say you’re sorry?” Nadia finally spoke up, halting him from leaving just yet.

His hand was on the handle for a second before letting go. “Because I am. What happened out there was my fault.” He muttered, looking directly at her.

“Don’t actually piss me off, Lewis. What I saw, what the world saw? That was sickening. You can go out there and say how awful you feel for doing that to George and the team and how sorry you are but in this room? You cannot lie to my face like that.” Nadia crossed her arms, not wanting to come off as angry but it was getting worse.

“Nadia, you can’t possibly be mad at me for something I did. I was in the wrong. I need to go apologise to the team.” Lewis told her, fully facing the woman.

She took a breath, collecting her words. “They’re going to humiliate you. Do you understand how dehumanising that is?” Nadia asked, her throat feeling tight and her eyes prickly.

Lewis scoffed and looked away, scratching his beard. “I’m not doing this with you right now.”

“Lewis Hamilton, what the fuck happened out there? Tell me to my face what happened.” Nadia pointed in between her eyes, standing to her full height not breaking eye contact.

“George crashed into me. Fuck, is that what you want to hear?” He ran a hand down his face, not believing he actually admitted that out loud.

She let it linger in the air for a few moments. “Thank you. You can go and play superhero. You’ll know where to find me.” Turning away from him, she hopped back onto the bed and carried on with her sketches.

Licking his teeth and holding his breath, he looked at the ground and left the room filled with immense tension.

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Hours. Hours passed and she hadn’t said a word to him. She watched as his phone buzzed with all sorts of supportive messages from friends and family. She sat in bed, staring at the bathroom door and waited for him to get out so she could sleep peacefully.

Lewis appeared with just his boxers on and his eyes immediately connected with hers and you could cut the tension with a knife. All he did was call her over with a tilt of his head and she was on her feet before she could even think about it. As soon as she was in front of him, his hand was splayed over her lower back and his other lifting her chin.

“What you did today…it was needed. I have to thank you for that, love.” He murmured, looking all over her face except her eyes and his thumb lightly brushing over her bottom lip.

With her mouth slightly open, he took the chance to slip his thumb into her mouth, immediately allowing her to melt into his arms. “You have to remember though, baby. You always have to remember…” He whispered, kissing her forehead.

Nadia nodding her head unconsciously, her eyes softening and just like that, she was putty in his hands.

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AUSTIN, TEXAS

“Okay but think about it though! These cowboy boots are comfortable.” Nadia exclaimed to her friends as she leaned on the kitchen island.

Amara gave her friend the side eye. “Girl, trust me when I say you’ll regret saying all that at the end of the day.” The woman patted her face with setting powder, looking in the huge mirror just outside the kitchen.

The airbnb Tia rented for the weekend was abnormally large but it was able to fit the whole friend group in with some extra space. The sunlight shined through the floor to ceiling windows as the morning sun greeted Austin.

“The goal here was to look like a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, Amara.” Nadia informed, her hands on her hips and her jewellery jangling.

In that moment, Natalia jogged down the stairs. “The actual goal here, besties, is to get to the track before we miss the performance or the race!” She exclaimed, fixing her dress then her hair. “Plus Andrew is saving us some bomb ass slushies.”

Nadia’s eyes widened, immediately running to her and Lewis’ room to get an alternative pair of shoes. “I feel like you should’ve mentioned that earlier, Nat!” She shouted as she bolted up the stairs.

The slushy was very refreshing under the Texan sun. The girls were right, the cowboy boots wouldn’t have worked out for the amount of walking and standing she had to do for this particular day.

Everything was going well, the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders performed so perfectly, Nadia even thought of potentially joining them one day but that seemed far fetched. The start of the race was smooth, knowing it was going to become a battle of some sort between Lewis and Charles. The guests in The 44 club were very hyped for the race and the vibes were just right.

That’s how Nadia knew something was too good to be true. Lewis had gotten on the podium with the biggest smile on his face as everyone celebrated around him. The celebrations continued into the evening, the friend group having a party of their own in the airbnb.

“I think we should come here for December, what do you think? Maybe Aspen?” Lewis asked his wife, laying his head on her shoulder as she held a smoothie in her hand, watching her friends play a board game that she checked out of a while ago.

“I’m not skiing though, I’ll watch you do your thing baby.” She smiled softly at the thought of spending Christmas with her new family.

Lewis hummed. “That’s good enough for me. Though…I might have to whisk us away somewhere special soon. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He hinted, a grin on his face that could light up the room.

“What on earth are you planning? You’re always up to something.” She giggled, barely thinking of what the surprise could be.

Miles stood up from the carpet with his phone in his hand, his jaw dropped a bit. “Mate, you got disqualified.” His usual loud voice going quiet as he showed his best friend the instagram post from F1.

All Lewis did was sigh. “I expected it. Today was going to be a bit too well with that damn car.” He scoffed in disbelief. “Maybe I should think about going red.” Lewis joked.

Nadia gasped and smacked his arm. “Lewis, you can’t say that!”

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saint’s notes: heyyyyyyyy 🧍🏽‍♀️ i hope y’all enjoyed that 🥹. love y’all always. lmk what you think!

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[landograndprix]

「Children of divorce ๛ m.v」

✧.* in which the fans are worried about the kids after yours and max's break up and in which your kids might just bring you back together.

✧.* taglists & requests are open!

✧.*pls an insta au where reader and max used to be exes that broke up on good terms (basically the “no time for each other”) but drifted back together somehow and fans find out from max’s cats on your ig stories 🥹// this probably needs a part 2 or I'll leave it an open ending :) // also lost my list with people who want to be tagged in my work so sorry!

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📍 Monte-Carlo, Monaco

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y/nverstappen home far away from home 🇲🇨

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norrislandofans gorgeous as always ❤️‍🔥

maxmaxmax sis why you in Monaco?

zhou_ey it's her weekend with the kids..

maxmaxmax stop, don't remind me of the divorce pls

f1_wags are you going to be at the GP this weekend?

verstappenmaxx Monaco you say? 👀

lestappen116 guys relax, she broke up with Max not with the sport, she's probably in town for the GP this weekend!!

norry4 who took the picture? 😏

yourbestfrienduser I did

y/nmax I know mother is here to watch cars go vroom vroom real fast but I'm delulu and she's here to be with max and max only.

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📍 Silverstone circuit

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redbullracing taking home the gold 🥇

#Britishgp #f1 #Maxverstappen

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maxiemax mega 💥💥

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y/nverstappen always supporting max no matter what 🥺

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norry4 not on the podium..

hannahh amazing drive like anyways!

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redbullracing our champion 💪

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y/nusername as of lately..🌸

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maxiel13 jim and sass?!

maxmaxmax only real ones know max used to get her those kind of bouquets 👀

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verstapy/n I'm trying not to get my hopes up and then she posts stuff like this?

bott_ass it's literally just a picture of her cats, doesn't have to mean anything..

vertsapy/n girl it means everything to me 😔

charl16 mom's with the kids again 🥰

mv1dr3 ..mom should be with the father of her kids too

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[moussedoodles]

Mafia au crumbs pls? 🤲

Your Mafia au is literally my favorite EVER

How does Bing's family react to Nezha and vice versa? And does Nezha ever adjust to a life with the mafia? I can't imagine he likes their methods much soooo how does that work out for him?

(Oml I loooooove your art and au's youreliterallysoamazingandmyfavoriteartistever-)

I really need to check my inbox more, there's so many new asks aww 🥺🥺

ANYWAYS ASK AND BE FED! These r sort of low effort bc I'm getting ready for oubingzha week, but I tried 🫶

Ao Bing's family- Ao Guang especially- is very wary of Nezha, especially considering why Ao Bing brought him to them. After some time though, the Loongs have come to see that Nezha is largely harmless. Well, harmless to them at least, and specifically solely because Nezha is so dedicated to Ao Bing. At this point, their newest recruit has become the heir's personal guard dog, a title that Nezha takes with pride.

As for Nezha's family, they never actually got to meet Ao Bing. He would've been too recognizable in the eyes of the law, and so avoided most interactions with the police. He does get to meet them at some point though, ehe ];)

As for how Nezha is adjusting to the mafia life, he's not fully used to it. He was born well off, but the Loong mafia were old money, and despite the state of their organization, they practically lived like royalty. Plus, as the newest member of one of the most influential crime families (at least, before dragon clan's fall), he's forced to stay vigilant, especially when roaming outside.

As a former gang leader, Nezha was used to spending every waking moment expecting the worst and spending each night sleeping with one eye open, especially as he's trying to hide his operations from his parents while rival gangs want him dead. But with the Chan Sect looking for him, he spends every day with a new level of paranoia, and the Loongs make sure to remind him of that, else he'll be putting not only himself, but Ao Bing at risk as well.

Another thing is that Nezha isn't as desensitized to violence as the Loongs. He's done violent acts before as a gang leader, obviously, and his track record of beating rival gang members bruised, bloody and begging for him to spare them has gained him infamy among the poorer parts of Chentang Guan, but Nezha's never really killed before.

Nezha grew up with a conscience as a child born in a family with an affinity for law, Ao Bing did not.

Ao Bing sics Nezha on anyone he wishes, let's him beat confessions out of disloyal members, opposing mafia men or former business partners, but Ao Bing knows Nezha well enough to spare him from moments where they need to terminate someone, and that's something Nezha has always been thankful of. But, Nezha isn't stupid either, and he knows that as a member of the mafia and Ao Bing's right hand, he can't afford to be queasy when he damned himself to this life of crike. So, like in the lil comic, he stays at Ao Bing's side, ever loyal, and forces himself to keep watch.

They're codependent like that 🫶 and surprisingly healthy, because Ao Bing does NOT want this for Nezha 😭 But Nezha insists, and so Ao Bing's never one to say no, at least not to him...

(ALSO THANK YOU AAUAYGUDGDEUHD 🥺🥺🥺)

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i love you - lee seokmin

member | best friend!seokmin x reader

genre | college!au, best friends to lovers!au, fluff

word count | 1.3k

synopsis | you're sick and stuck at home during halloweekend. you were planning to spend the night wallowing in self-pity and tissues, until a certain ray of sunshine disrupts your plans.

warnings | none? js food? and pining ig lol pls lmk if i missed anything

notes | i don’t rlly like this fic 😭 this was a horrible attempt at a sick fic please forgive me. not proofread

seok: heyyy seok: how’s the cold?

[name]: like death warmed up, actually

seok: oh wait i know this one seok: THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA REFERENCE!! RIGHT??

[name]: LMFAOO NICEE

seok: i do my homework :3

[name]: i’m proud of you, my pupil [name]: how’s the party?

seok: boringggg boo boo boooooo it’s boring without you seok: i was actually thinking about leaving

[name]: why? you’ve been looking forward to this party for weeks

seok: yeah but it’s not fun without my wolverine. we’re supposed to be deadpool and wolverine. me being deadpool is js. plain. boring. seok: so i’m leaving rn. wanna binge watch gilmore girls and eat pumpkin cheesecake bars that i stole from mingyu’s kitchen?

[name]: oooo yes please [name]: … and maybe some sinex? i lost mine :<

seok: no need to ask twice. i’ll be there in 20

[name]: you’re the best

The door to your apartment closed shut just as you had finished setting up your living room to the ‘BatCave’, as Seokmin liked to call it. It was something the two of you started since your freshman year when you were assigned to the dingy, tiny campus dorms and you had to make do with the small space the two of you had. There was no specific shape or structure to the BatCave. It was a discombobulated heap of pillows and blankets thrown atop an air mattress that you and Seokmin salvaged from an elderly woman’s yard sale during the spring semester in your sophomore year. 

“Here, here! I’m here!” Your ears perked up at the sound of your best friend entering the foyer and Seokmin quickly made his way to you with two big plastic bags in hand, pressing a quick kiss to your head that made your heart flutter. “How are you feeling?”

You scrunched up your nose and spoke in a nasally voice. “Sick.” 

Seokmin gave you an empathetic smile and reached into his coat pocket before handing you a box of Sinex. “Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas. Didn’t I bring you one this morning too?”

“I don't know where it went! I lost it!” You sniffled.

Seokmin busied himself with making a big show out of taking off his outer jacket, revealing his Halloween that he spent $180 on. The Deadpool costume was originally your idea, suggesting that he should buy a Deadpool onesie and call it a costume, but your best friend insisted on going full out. You thought it was ridiculous that he spent almost 200 dollars on a Halloween costume, but Seokmin thought otherwise. 

‘Go big or go home.’ Was what he had said. 

… At least, that’s what you think he said. He was way too drunk to form a coherent sentence at the time.

“Well, it’s gotta be somewhere.” Seokmin emphasized with a wave of his hands. “I’m going to change. You still have my clothes, right?”

You nodded and waved him towards your bedroom. “Second drawer on the right. It should be on the way top.”

“Thanks, this suit keeps giving me a wedgie and it doesn’t feel really…” He paused to adjust himself with a pained look on his face. “Nice.”

You watched with a smile as he disappeared into your bedroom, adjusting himself under the suit on the way. “You should demand a refund.” You called out to him.

“Oh, you bet I will!” He called back and you barked out a short laugh.

You don’t know how much time has passed since Seokmin first came into your apartment. The glass container that once held Mingyu’s famous pumpkin cheesecake bars was void, not a single crumb leftover. The ceramic mugs that were once filled to the brim with hot chocolate were empty, and the popcorn bowl resting in Seokmin’s lap was half empty.

Everything was perfect. The congestion in your nose had disappeared, thanks to the Sinex Seokmin had bought you, your fever was gone, and you had never felt more warm in your life, nestled into Seokmin’s side with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your favorite fleece blanket was pulled up into your chin and you were positive you had reached the most optimal comfortable state possible for a human.

“You okay?” Seokmin asked quietly. You felt the low hum of his voice reverberate in his chest where your head laid and you nodded.

“Yeah… just tired.” You responded quietly. “I think the Benadryl is in my system; I’m sleepy.”

He hummed and wrapped both arms around you, pressing his lips against your temple. “Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You nestled yourself further into his chest and nodded again, taking note of the faint scent of his cologne mixed with his shampoo and the calming effect it had on you. Your fingers searched for refuge in Seokmin’s embrace and you let out a small sigh as he began to stroke your head, his gaze still fixed on the screen, where Rory was dying Lane’s hair purple.

Your eyes fluttered closed in resignation, a battle lost against sleep and fatigue. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was Seokmin’s finger lightly tracing indiscernible patterns on your shoulder.

The gentle pitter patter of the raindrops against your window jolted you awake and you shifted under the blanket, cozying yourself closer into Seokmin’s embrace. The movie on your laptop was paused, and Seokmin had his arm under your head, his eyes closed and lips slightly ajar as he took shallow breaths in his sleep. 

The clock on the wall told you it was way too early–or late–to be awake, and you groggily rubbed at your eyes. The lights outside casted an eerie shadow on Seokmin’s sleeping face as his lashes fluttered ever gently against his skin, drawing your attention to the mole he had under his eye. 

You reached out, lightly tracing the small freckle with your fingertip. There was a familiar fluttering in your stomach as your eyes scanned Seokmin’s face, your hand lightly resting on the side of his face. He nuzzled his face against your palm, humming quietly as he tugged you closer to his chest with the arm he had resting underneath you.

Heat rushed to your face as Seokmin rested his chin atop the crown of your head. The two of you remained like that, basking in each other’s warmth and comfort as the hand on the clock endlessly ticked by. 

With every tick of the clock, you felt yourself falling harder and faster  for the man who was currently holding you in his embrace. Seokmin was your best friend, your other half. The two of you met during freshman year move-in day, and you had known him as the smiley boy who lived across the hall. But now, you were in your senior year and he was Lee Seokmin, an irreplaceable and undoubtedly, the most favorite part of your life. Without Seokmin, you were missing a part of yourself.

“I love you.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could register what they were. It was barely above a whisper, spoken into the darkness where it would remain a secret between only you and the shadows.

Your words hung heavily in the air and you sucked in a quiet breath, nervous that you might’ve woken Seokmin up. There was a moment of silence, like the world was holding its breath to wait for his response, if he had one at all.

Seokmin’s eyes fluttered open and his warm, brown eyes stared into yours. Under the pale moonlight, his eyes sparkled, like pools of warm and enticing honey, drawing you in. Your eyes flickered to his mole, then the hand you still had resting on his cheek.

“Sorry, I–” Fumbling, you tried to draw your hand away but Seokmin stopped you, resting his hand atop of yours.

“... I love you too.”

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[not-rigel]

A Guest Lecture

ITS FINALLY HERE

tags: professor sevika AU, middle school teacher! reader, flirting, slight loser! sevika, trans! sevika, no smut, cuddling and kissing, ma'am used once for reader, explicitly written to be set in the US (sorry non-American readers but I took the opportunity to dig at my country's educational system)

WC: 5.2k

a/n: I chose to not include smut in this because i felt it just would've taken away from it. im nonbinary and not a trans woman so I took so long trying to write sevika as delicately and respectfully as possible. i fully plan in making pt 2 with smut my loves i promise, if you see mistakes that wasnt me pls ignore them.

You’re doing one last visual sweep over your classroom, making sure all the desks are aligned so all your students have a clear view of the podium. Your own desk is behind all of theirs, facing the podium as well. You flick the different light switches on and off to try and find the best lighting. After a minute you find the winning combination and the room is finally lecture ready. With the class ready for your guest, you dial the extension for the front office.

“Front Office,” the receptionist answers on the third ring. 

“Yes, hi. I have a guest, Dr. Sevika Walia, coming in to give a lecture for my advanced class. Can you send her to my room please? It’s room 206.” 

“Yup, she just checked in. I’ll send her over.” 

“Thank you.” 

Suddenly, your head pounds and it occurs to you that you used the lunch period to rearrange your classroom for the lecture. Fruit snacks and a granola bar from your snack bin will have to hold you over until your next free period. You're in the middle of munching on your granola bar when there's a knock at your door. You frantically wipe crumbs off yourself and rush to let Dr. Sevika in. 

She's not what you expected her to look like, well not that you really envisioned anything. For one, she's tall. Towering somewhere over six feet. She's quite polished, dressed in a black short sleeve button down blouse, tucked into maroon slacks. Her hair is short, a bit longer than a typical pixie, strands reaching just below her cheekbones. She has one piercing, a stud on her left nostril. Her coat sits draped over her shoulders, hiding her arms. 

“Hi, Professor Walia. Thank you again for agreeing to do this,” you reach out your hand for a handshake. Her right arm peeks out from where it is hiding and she takes your hand in hers. Her handshake is firm and speaks highly of her professionalism. You stand aside to hold the door open for her and, without meaning to, you catch the cleanest aroma you’ve smelt in a long time. Middle schoolers body odor is awful and Dr. Sevika is a refreshing change. 

“Hi, and it's my pleasure. I’m out of my element here, I haven't stepped foot in a middle school since I went to one,” she sighs, eyes sweeping over the posters on the walls and nostalgia sparkles in her eyes. Her voice is hypnotic, a perfect mix of feminine and gruff. 

“You haven't done guest lectures for middle schools before? I must ask, why'd you agree to this one?” 

“I enjoyed our emails. You were very convincing,” she admits and you feel a little warm at the smile she gives you. 

“I enjoyed them too, even though all your replies came at 2 in the morning,” you joke. She laughs and it's a beautiful sound. 

“Academics,” she says, lightly mocking your shared profession, “Do you have somewhere I can hang my coat?” 

“Yes, I can take it,” She hands you her coat and you turn your back to her to set it on your coat rack. “There's about ten minutes left before class starts. I hope you don’t mind but I forgot to eat something. I used most of lunch getting the room ready. You can set up while I eat.”

“Oh, no issue. Us educators forget things all the time. I forgot to charge my arm last night.” 

Charge her arm? It's not until you turn back to face her that you finally notice that she’s missing most of her left arm. You’re not sure how you didn't notice when she handed you her coat. Might have something to do with the chronic fatigue from being a teacher. 

“God, this is no fun. Usually I like to dramatically throw my coat off for a bionic arm reveal but I guess having no arm there isn't as exciting,” she complains, without a touch of sarcasm.

“I honestly didn't notice until you said something. I would've appreciated the dramatic reveal.” 

“You get it. You go ahead and eat, I'll get set up,” she nods at your half-eaten granola bar sat on your desk. You continue with your imitation of a lunch as she takes papers from her bag, laying them onto the podium. She also places a pair of glasses on her face, rectangular wire frames. By the time the bell rings Professor Sevika has her powerpoint projected on the screen behind her. 

You grab a bottle of hand sanitizer and stand at the door, holding it open for your students to enter. As each student returns from lunch, you greet them and squirt sanitizer into their palms. 

“Special guest today, best behavior.” 

“Take any seat.” 

“Hi sweetie. Enjoy your lunch?” 

One by one all the students find a desk and settle in as quietly as they can manage. They're always rowdy after lunch but today they know you need them to be respectful. When the bell rings you shut and lock the door, to avoid any distractions. 

You clap your hands, gaining the attention of everyone in the room, “Alright class, the day is finally here. We have our guest, Professor Walia, here to give us a lecture. She is going to tell us a bit about her degrees, her career and give us a little extra perspective. We've only got 50 minutes so hold your questions until the end. Got it?” 

All your students answer with “yes ma'am.”  

“Awesome. They're all yours, Dr.” You turn their attention to her and make your way back to your desk. 

“Thank you. Hello all, I am Dr. Sevika Walia. You can call me Dr. Sevika or Professor Sevika. A little bit about me, I first earned my BA in 2006 where I double majored in History and Anthropology, then eventually my Masters in 2008 and my PhD in Cultural History in 2016. I've been lecturing at the local university since 2017. When I'm not lecturing at the university or at home with my snake, I am writing, editing, peer-reviewing and publishing articles for scholarly journals.” 

You listen along with your students, occasionally checking to make sure no one has dozed off but they're all paying attention. And you understand why. Sevika is an amazing speaker. 

“Now earlier I mentioned my PhD is in Cultural History. And you must be thinking, what is the difference between ‘History’ and ‘Cultural History’? History, as we typically understand it, is explained as dynasties, battles, wars, the forming of civilization, of government. Which is lots of information but it's actually quite limited.” 

She goes on explaining there's dozens of different interpretations about conflict and events. Clicking through different slides to provide cultural interpretations of historical events you informed her your class recently studied. Something you coordinated over email. There's a serious passion about her, how she speaks about lost voices in history. About forgotten contexts. And for a moment, it feels good to pretend you're a student again. Your fingers itch like they should be taking notes.  

“The way I practice being a historian is getting away from the generalized, to not look at history through one lived human experience or context. The experiences we've been taught to associate with history should be questioned and the experiences we're not being taught needs to be sought out.” 

Again, you're in awe of her intelligence. You find a notepad, trying to scribble down her words before you forget them. 

“I feel a good historian is devoted to finding out the missing context, include those experiences in our process of interpretation. For decades, the United States curriculum has prioritized the experiences of white cisgender straight men to teach history. By including culture into our historical interpretations, we create a truer understanding of history.” 

She clicks to the final slide, a photo of her in her classroom sitting on her desk eating instant noodles. Most of the class giggles and you smile as well. She must've hoped this would go over well with your class because she has a proud smile on her face. 

“I'll take your questions now,” she tells the class and a bunch of hands shoot up. She calls on them one by one but the bell rings before she gets to all of them. 

“Before you go, please put your desks into six groups of four. If you need a pass, I'll write you one,” you call out to the class and they move their desks back into their regular places. A couple students get hall passes from you so they won't be counted as tardy for helping you organize the room. 

It's now your free period so you won't be expecting any incoming students for another 55 minutes. When they're all gone Professor Sevika lets out a heavy breath, stacking her papers neatly to place back into her bag.  

“Something wrong?” you ask. 

“Nothing like that. I was just nervous. Having a bunch of pre-teens stare at me was unsettling,” she explains while packing away her things. 

You chuckle, “That's how I felt my first year. I'm surrounded by preteens and teenagers all day long and I was fresh out of college and I felt like I couldn't connect with them. I considered quitting about three months in, I was just overwhelmed. But most of the teachers here are angels, they really got me through my first year. Stepping in when I needed a break, lending me supplies, giving me good advice. And now I see a therapist specifically for the stress of being a teacher. That's probably helped me the most.” 

She crosses the room, leaning onto your desk. She blinks a couple times before making eye contact. “I hope this isn't unwelcome advice but the best advice I got in my second year teaching was to not forget my personal life. I'm… let's just say I'm dedicated to my practice. I had to take a leave of absence while getting my PhD but still graduated on time. It exhausted me but I did it. Personal shit aside, my point is if you're drowning in work, remember to take time to be a person. You've already got support, they're not gonna let you drown.” 

Her advice is so genuine and personal it makes you want to know her, know more than a professor you emailed. Her passion in her work from the journals you read is what compelled you to reach out to her. But now that you're with her in person, you don't want to go back to emails. 

“Thank you, I'll remember that. So um, what's the rest of your day look like?” you ask. 

“Going back to my office for office hours, checking my email, giving a lecture, checking my email again, writing the next exam,” she lists off her tasks for the rest of the day. 

“And what about anything for yourself?” you remind her of her own advice. 

“I'll listen to jazz while working,” she shrugs. 

“Jazz?” you didn't peg her as the jazz type. You didn't consider yourself the jazz type so you're not really versed enough to know what a jazz person is like anyways. 

She sighs and pinches her nose, “Great, you're making the face.” 

“What face?” 

“The ‘I don't like jazz’ face,” she explains, pointing accusingly at you. 

“Well, yeah. I’ve never been into it.” 

“What? Jazz is soulful, it's an entire conversation. I'm in disbelief that everyone doesn't hear it that way. Have you ever been to live jazz?” 

You hesitate to answer but you're sure she already knows, “No.” 

“Then you can't say you don't like it. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be pretentious. But you genuinely need to experience jazz live at least once in your life. There's a club where a really good band plays. I want you to give it a chance. I'll email the details to you,” she looks at your clock on the wall. “I gotta leave for office hours. Eat your lunch and stay in touch, alright?” 

You're shocked that she still wants to talk to you, “Yeah, I'll talk to you later. And I'll eat my…lunch,” you look down at the packet of fruit snacks knowing you can't really call it a lunch. You might have the time to run to the breakroom to still have the one you packed. 

“Good,” she takes her coat from your rack and drapes it over her shoulders. She leaves and you know you'll be obsessively checking your email all day. 

Professor Sevika makes it to her office minutes before office hours begins, logging right onto her computer and opening her email. She types out all the details of the club, what days and times the band is playing. That she’ll pay your entrance fee. That if you really do hate jazz she can take you somewhere else. She clicks send and forces herself into work mode. The next two hours are spent reading and clearing her emails, no students visiting during office hours. But when she checks her inbox one last time before leaving for her lecture, she sees a reply from you. 

Hello Dr. Walia, 

I'd love to go with you. Should at least give live jazz a chance. I can do Thursday night. Thank you again for today.

You left your personal email and number as well. Sevika knows she's not going to be focused while giving the lecture. Is it… a date? She could've specified, should've. You said you'd love to go with her and that has to mean something. That wording can't just be casual, can it? She'll just have to wait a week to make a fool of herself in front of you, crushing on a middle school teacher.

And she feels like she shouldn't be crushing. You were so sweet in your emails, thanking her at every turn and helping her fine tune. You were so eager to give your students something special and Sevika wanted to deliver. She was just supposed to go in and do the lecture, all because she could tell you were a good teacher. But she wasn't supposed to find you so attractive the moment you opened the door. Then you had to go and be so honest with her about your struggles and she knew she needed you. And you knew you needed her from how genuinely she responded. 

So the both of you go on teaching your classes between sending emails and text messages all week long. Dancing the line of platonic conversation. 

Dozens of texts, calls and emails later, Thursday night arrives. Your phone vibrates with another text from her.  

I'm waiting by the front entrance. 

You're scrambling out from your car, having  to circle the block 5 times to find a parking spot. You don't bother with texting back, instead hitting the call button. She answers within two rings. 

“Hey, are you nearby?” 

“Yeah, I had some trouble finding parking but I'm walking over now,” you tell her what street you're on and she directs you on where to go, “Turning the corner and… okay I think I see you.” 

Standing beneath a lit neon sign is Sevika, leaning against a wall. She's dressed casually, turtleneck sweater and blue jeans. Her prosthetic is charged today, her sleeve is rolled up so you can see most of the intricate machinery. She looks around and when she spots you she ends the call and jogs over to meet you. She looks slightly different somehow but you cannot place your finger on what's changed. She checks you out, looking you over head to toe twice. 

“Just in time. You look really good. I'm so excited. You're gonna love it, I promise,” she says, offering her arm for you to take. You wrap your hand over her bicep and the muscle is thick and firm. 

She walks you into the club, paying both your entrance fees at the door. She leads you through the club to the stage where the band is finishing setting up. You really did arrive just in time as moments after you take your seat, the saxophonist introduces the band. 

The band is a quartet; tenor saxophone, piano, double bass and drums. When they begin to play it just sounds like jazz to you, nothing new or special. But halfway through the song you begin to hear a conversation, tones of pure expression filling the room. You don't hear each note, they're far too fast and messy to catch. But the way they play together is so precise, the pianist playing to sweeten the joy of the saxophone. It clicks in your mind that you will never hear anything like this again, it's too intimate and special. 

You lean over, whispering into Sevika's ear, “Thank you.” 

She turns her head to look at you and your faces are centimeters apart. For a moment, you just look at each other. Sevika looking for genuine interest and you looking at the softness in her eyes. She swallows, at a complete loss for words. You're looking at her so sweetly, ‘you're welcome’ or ‘don't mention it’ as a response feels inadequate.  

You place a hand on hers, “I really mean it, thank you.”

Sevika's fucked because now all she can think about is kissing you. So she goes with the inadequate response, “You're welcome. I mean it.” 

You return to listening to the music, trying to appreciate as much as you can. Sevika's attention is divided, shifting in her seat to take pressure off her erection. A touch on the hand shouldn't be enough to make her so hard but she hasn't had a date go so well since, well ever. And this barely counts as a date in her mind, she never formally asked you. 

She lays her jacket over her lap and prays you don't notice how tense she is. You never catch on, too immersed in music. Half an hour later, the band thanks you for being a wonderful crowd and wishes you a good night. You don't want the night to end. You want to know what other beautiful things Sevika has to show you. 

“Told you they're a good band,” she says as she offers her arm to you again. You take it and leave the club, gushing over how good the music was. Sevika chuckles at your excitement, you're squeezing her bicep every other sentence. When you make it outside Sevika turns to you. “Where are you parked? I'll walk you.” It's not an offer.  

You lead her to where you're parked, talking the entire way over. At some point the conversation shifts to farmer's markets. When you make it to your car Sevika digs into her pocket for her wallet. She pulls out a 20 and hands it to you, “For gas.” 

“Oh no, I can't,” you try to reject the money. 

“In this economy and on your middle school teacher salary, you're taking the money. Or I won't be able to sleep tonight.” 

“Fine, I'll take it. But I'll find a way to pay you back. Actually, what are you doing this Saturday?” 

“Nothing,” she lies. If you're the one asking her what she's doing, the answer will always be nothing. She's not going to spend all day working if she could be spending time with you. 

“Well I've got grading to do but afterwards I've got some time. You can choose what we do but I'll be paying. It's only fair,” you propose. 

“Well, what if I just want you to come over. Watch a couple movies,” is her counter-offer. It's also a leap of faith, she's still stupidly convinced that her feelings are unreciprocated. 

“Then I'll order in some food. Does that work?” 

“That works.” Her leap of faith paid off, you agreed to come to her house. 

“Good. It's a date.” You officially confirm it out loud. You've picked up on a few signs from her over the night. Her smile when you squeezed her bicep. Her eyes darting to your lips when you placed your hand on hers to thank her. The nervous glint in her eyes as she looks at you now. It's all so endearing, how cluelessly obvious she's been all night. 

“By the way, I think you're cute when you're flustered. And,” you pause and take a step forward, “I think you're really hot when you're criticizing standardized textbooks.” 

Sevika's face is warm, she feels like a teenager from how hard she is blushing,“Thanks. And if that second part about how I changed your kids' perception of George Washington I'm honestly not sorry,” that oh so loved passion of her returns, like she's giving a verbal lashing to George Washington himself. 

“It's hot that you're not sorry,” you step even closer and that cute flustered face returns and you need to kiss her. You finally notice what was slightly changed from the first time you met her. She has a lip piercing, a labret that sparkles so enticingly at you. She probably switches it out for clear jewellery when she's working. “Would you like to kiss me?” 

“Please.” 

You take a final step towards her and place your hands on her shoulders. Sevika swallows her hesitation to sit with the butterflies in her stomach. She meets you halfway, you tilt your head up as hers ducks down. The kiss begins slowly and explorative but soon both of you give up entirely on going slow. Sevika is so intense in every capacity, intensely devoted and intensely feeling, so you need to give her all that intensity back. The fervor between you bursts like fireworks. As the initial explosion settles and calms, little sparkles rain down and daze you. You swear you can feel them tickling your cheek then you realize it's her hair. Sevika's lips completely savor yours, ensuring this moment will last forever in her mind. 

But the moment is rudely interrupted, a passing car honks at the two of you. Sevika glares at the driver, angered that the highlight of her week was cut short. But the memory in progress is made sweet again with your laughter. 

“Sorry, it's just,” you pause to catch your breath from the giggles, “you look ready to murder that guy.” 

She finally finds the humor in the situation and snorts, “I might've felt an urge for violence. Honestly, I might sic my niece on him.” You're delighted to learn she has a niece and curious about what threat she might pose. 

“You don't need to do that. Karma will get him.” 

“You're right. It's getting late. You better get home. It's a school night, after all.” She gently nudges you by the shoulder toward your car. You’re not ready to leave, but you know it's late and your morning starts at 5:30. You decide she's right and it's time for you to leave but you need one last thing. 

“One more kiss? For the road-” you don't even get to finish your sentence as Sevika's lips cover yours. This kiss is short, sweet, firm and plenty worthwhile. Sure to keep you content until you see her again. 

Sevika steps back, more for her own self control. “Text me when you get home, okay?” 

“Okay,” you nod. You find your keys and enter your car but Sevika holds the door open. 

“One more,” she sighs, crouching down to plant one final, quick kiss onto your lips. She shuts the door for you and motions for you to fasten your seatbelt. She watches as you back out of the parking space and drive off, not looking away until you've turned the corner out of her sight. 

Fridays never felt long to you. With the school buzzing with preteens excited for the weekend, their joy is usually so contagious that your day flies by. This Friday felt long however, you were too aware of each minute that passed and it only made them drag even longer. Saturday morning is almost worse. Sevika is on your mind every minute you spend grading. Each assignment takes twice as long as usual to mark for wrong answers. Each question on the assignment makes you miss her mind, miss her perspective. You work through the distraction and finish by 3pm. 

You find your phone, which you left charging in your bedroom, and text Sevika that your afternoon is now free. She responds with her address, followed with ‘Please tell me the drive isn't that far. I miss you so much I'll die if I have to wait any longer.’ 

It's good to know she's just as anxious to see you. You've been head over heels for her, feeling crushing in quickly but too strong to understand at this point. You copy and paste her address into your navigation app and it's a twenty minute drive. 

You text her your ETA as you enter your car. Your navigation app slightly lied to you as you make it to her house in twenty five minutes. Sevika must've heard you pull into her driveway, she's rushing out her front door to greet you and at your door before you can shift gears into park. 

“Sevika! I could've hit you!” you scold her as you exit your car. 

“You weren't going to hit me,” she assures you, “Let's get inside. I missed you so much I might kiss you in front of all my neighbors.” 

“Might? I want you to kiss me in front of your neighbors,” you laugh at the impatient way she tries to lead you away from your car. 

She ceases her efforts to nudge you into her home, choosing to turn you toward her and cup your jaw in her hand, “Have I told you that I love your laugh yet?” 

You laugh even more, mostly at her sudden ability to be suave with her words, “No, but I'd love to hear more.” 

“You laugh before I even realize what's funny. I love your laugh,” she tells you with a peck to your nose. And the perfect laugh you give her is rewarded with a kiss to your cheek. 

You sigh, breathing to give the ache in your side some relief, “I missed you too. So much. God, I could hardly grade because the Industrial Revolution makes me think of you.” 

Sevika snorts, “Oh no, not the Industrial Revolution. I'm flattered that you were thinking of me but I don't know how I feel about being associated with the Industrial Revolution.” 

You can tell she's only pretending to be offended, “Oh Professor, what's so bad about being associated with the Industrial Revolution? Is it the smog?” 

“Fine, nothing wrong with being associated with the Industrial Revolution. The real issue here is… who gave you the right to make ‘Professor’ sound so hot? I hear that word dozens of times a day and it has never sounded that sexy.” 

“We should get inside, Professor. Or I'll kiss you in front of your neighbors.” You move her hand from your face and hold it in yours, leading her inside. 

Once you're both indoors, Sevika gives you a quick tour of her home. You get to see her bathroom, her study, her two car garage that doubles as her at home gym, her guest bedroom, and end the tour in her living room. 

“My vote for the first movie is Legally Blonde. If you have another suggestion, throw it at me,” she says while grabbing the remote from her coffee table. 

“Yes! I fucking love Legally Blonde!” 

“Perfect, get comfy,” she invites you over to sit on the couch with her. You sit a respectful distance from her, but she shifts her legs so her knee presses into yours. You move a little closer as she starts the movie. 

Sevika keeps pointing out little details in the film, some you already know. You've both seen the movie before so you don't mind talking through it. When you get to the studying montage it reminds you of something you've been meaning to ask her. 

“What was college like for you? Did you ever miss out on social events to study? Wait, were you in greek life at all?” 

“Ha! No I wasn't in a sorority or anything like that. I wasn't very social my freshman year,” she pauses and frowns like she's trying to recall a memory, “Yeah, this counts as a second date which is usually when I disclose this so you're right on time for this conversation. So I am a trans woman. And I was 23 when I could finally afford a higher education. At that point I was around 4 years into my transition and I was still still finding my confidence.” 

You move even closer to her, needing to listen. 

“I grew up really poor in a town where everyone knew everyone's business so University was a massive change for me and I had a horrible time adjusting. But sophomore year I finally got out. Mostly bars, but I got out. My junior year, I feel, is where I really found my confidence. By that point, I only went to a lesbian bar, it's still there, and one night I was talking with a friend of mine, fellow trans lady, about life and how I was struggling with balancing my femininity and masculinity. And she genuinely changed my life when she said this,” Sevika shifts her weight so she can fully face you, “She said ‘I think not enough trans women realize that we can be butch too.’ and it resonated with me. And now, being butch is the most comfortable and complete I've ever felt in my femininity.” 

You don't want to say it now but you're falling hard for her. She came out to you so matter-of-factly and vulnerably so you feel you need to match that energy. You place a hand on her knee, rubbing smooth circles over the fabric of her sweatpants.

“I've always thought that being butch is very beautiful and now… I guess I get to see how beautiful being trans and butch is. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, genuinely.” 

Sevika pulls you in by your shoulders and to her chest for a hug. You wrap your arms around her and feel her relax in your embrace. You stay like that for a long time hearing the movie play in the background. The only sound you're listening to is her breathing and heartbeat. Neither of you want to be the first to pull away. 

“I don't know about you but my leg fell asleep about five minutes ago,” Sevika mumbles. 

“Shit, I'm sorry!” you move your weight off her and see how uncomfortably she's been sitting. 

“Why are you apologizing? I'm the one who didn't say anything for five minutes!” she corrects and the two of you rearrange how you're sitting on the couch.  

“I still feel like apologizing! I'm sorry!” 

“Stop saying sorry!” Sevika silences your next apology with a kiss. You immediately sigh and melt into her, hands cupping her face. You pull away to give her nose a little kiss, a little promise of a third date. 

divider by @cafekitsune

taglist: @archangeldyke-all @maneskinwh0re @ennabear

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (11)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

I’m really sorry if this part sucks. I really tried my best.

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

About yn: although the character does not have a faceclaim, pictures suggest reader is white.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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PART 10 // MASTERLIST

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 11) — NYC

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yourinstagram well hello hello. its two am and im still awake bc i was hanging out with my fake friends and fake ex-boyfriend celebrating the end of another wonderful and amazing very real show <3 i thought i’d let you know since apparently what truly happens in nashville is the new online entertainment now. also fyi today i was allowed to leave my hotel room and i also behaved very politely and didnt run outside to cry. a real angel, i’d say. its too bad my attempts to fake date harry styles didnt work, tho. i mean i thought it was a great and innovative plan tbh but as you might’ve read already he officially called things off so that’s all gone now. boohoo. im not sure what im supposed to do on tour now. maybe i’ll have to actually learn how to use a camera and start to actually film things during shows… idk… i’ll figure something out tho. if you have any ideas or suggestions pls let me know. for now i’ll enjoy my freedom. it’s was very kind of them to even allow me to open the window and breathe some fresh air. so, so amazing!

btw, congrats ＠popgossip on finding such reliable sources. also the fact checking was impeccable. there was nothing left for me to hide. keep it up with that journalism! that’s clearly how you go from amateur to professional. im taking notes now! anyway, have a great life and tysm for your kindness and all your thoughtful consideration to my real human feelings 🥰 there’s nothing like getting back to the hotel and seeing those many great things being said about me. thanks a lot. hope the same treatment finds its way back to you along the way! xoxo lots of love, yn

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user2 😲 user2 holy molly…  user2 I think you absolutely ate this? left no crumbs behind? 

↳ yourinstagram haha thanks?

harryfan3 GIRL!!!!! im so shocked i dont even know what to say or where to start or

↳ yourinstagram lol 💋💋💋

harryfan5 miss yn ilysm you made me laugh so hard like this is so confusing but so great i truly truly love you  

↳ yourinstagram miss emma you made me smile so hard rn thank you thank you hope to see you again at another show someday!

ynrryfan calling out that account so openly is so bold of you omfg im so proud

↳ yourinstagram thanks im so proud, too 

bestfriend ok but did they feed you today? gave you some water?

↳ yourinstagram yes. i had two glasses of water and one banana ↳ bestfriend wow! they be treating you like a princess now ↳ yourinstagram i know it wasnt easy but they finally agreed to make some improvements 

harryfan7 yn babe are you drunk or something? wth is all this? lmaooooooo

↳ yourinstagram lol maybe a little tipsy but no regrets at allllllll

lookitsnyoh  does this mean I am finally allowed to stop hanging out with you?

↳ yourinstagram no. your contract still says you’re forced to have at least one lunch a week with me and one drink every two shows ↳ lookitsnyoh well then ＠jefezoff let’s talk about this? Please? ↳ jefezoff I’m sorry but I’m afraid that’s not negotiable ↳ anthonypham I tried too ＠lookitsnyoh unfortunately I’m stuck with her friendship, too :( ↳ pillowpersonpp me too ↳ paulithepsm me three ↳ harryfan9 the way yn is such a stronger person than me bc i could never handle this much teasing from my friends like i’d be thinking it’s real and crying under my pillow for months  ↳ harryfan2 maybe she should bc doesn’t feel like “just” teasing to me ↳ yourinstagram it’s not ＠harryfan2 is right & everyone really hates me  harryfan10 ? How old are you? 8? ↳ yourinstagram 28, actually. you? 

harryfan4 to put popgossip on the spot like this it’s rude and uncalled for. like this isn’t funny. also what’s going on with all these comments? don’t you have better things to do than being here replying to people?

↳ harryfan7 im sorry, but uncalled for? are you serious? lmao she’s bringing them up because they made a full post with nothing but lies about her own life cmon ↳ harryfan4 still, she should’ve done this privately or something ↳ yourinstagram you’re right this isn’t funny and i don’t have nothing better to do. im sorry. im really very sorry. ↳ harryfan6 being sarcastic isn’t funny, girl ↳ yourinstagram oh, i thought it was. im sorry. wont do it again.

harryfan8 I mean, what are you even trying to accomplish here? Are you not embarrassed at all to behave like this?

↳ yourinstagram i am. very very embarrassed, actually. im sorry :( shame on me.

user3 Honestly, things are so different around here now that I almost forgot how fun it used to be to keep up with your posts. I’m glad to see real you back! Stay strong and don’t listen to the noise. 

↳ yourinstagram what noise? ;)  ↳ yourinstagram (thank you 💗)

user1 ok I know this isn’t at all related to the post but… no sightseeing this time? :(

↳ yourinstagram omg yes! are you kidding me? i always make time for sightseeing haha i’ll actually get to it tomorrow!  ↳ user1 ahhhh this is great! I love it! Hope you enjoy the city, then!  ↳ harryfan12 is this your way of letting people know where you’ll be so they can find you and see you with harry? 🥱 ↳ yourinstagram oh damn, you caught me! 

harrystyles ok. screen time is over now

↳ yourinstagram :( five more minutes, sir? ↳ harrystyles request denied. they’re heading to your room to take your phone away right now ↳ yourinstagram 😭 ↳ yourinstagram after all we went through? unbelievable ↳ harrystyles it is what you’ve signed up for ↳ yourinstagram cant fight with that ↳ harryfan9 helloooooooo??? ↳ harryfan11 HAJSHBAJSDH WTF IS HAPPENING TONIGHT ↳ harryfan13 sprinting to the gc RIGHT NOW to scream at this interaction bc what the fuck what the fuck WHAT. THE. FUCK.

user15 this whole thing was actually so refreshing to see! Please don’t ever stop standing up for yourself. It’s good for your soul but it’s also great entertainment for mine lol

harryfan0 guys I’m so confused… what is all this? haha can someone please fill me in?

↳ harryfan3 @/popgossip posted a lot of stupid things about yn. to sum it up, they said harry tried to end their pr relationship and yn didn’t take it well, so that’s why she was crying outside the hotel the other night. and they also said she spent the day at the hotel bc harrys team didnt let her leave… just nonsense like that. there are more details to the story that you can check on their last post, but it’s all clearly fake and not even worth the read (I promise)  ↳ harryfan11 also, can I just say they didn’t JUST create stuff, they were also unnecessarily aggressive with the lies? I mean, they said her crying was “a manipulative tactic to get his attention and also keep the rumors alive” !!!  There was absolutely no need for that?!? or to write that harrys team advised her to stay inside and away from him or “there would be consequences” ??? I mean wtf ??  ↳ user17 👆 this. THIS. is the reason why this post has become my favorite thing she’s ever done 

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ynupdates After such an eventful night, Yn just posted this on her stories, meaning we can all relax now and catch a break from the madness 😅

Also, ＠harryfan9 shared with us a really nice screenshot of a conversation she had with Yn a few minutes ago! We asked what she’d comment on Yn’s post for her to say that, and she told us she’d said: “the way yn is such a stronger person than me bc I could never handle this much teasing from my friends”. The fan also said that Yn ended up replying “everyone really hates me” to a comment underneath hers, which is why she thinks Yn felt guilty and dmed her right before she posted the story.

To be honest, we loved to see this kind of Yn tonight. How do you guys feel about it?

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harryfan5 this was just soooo great! for a moment I couldn’t keep up with it anymore lol it was so crazy but so great harryfan1 stop she reached out?? she’s soooooooooo sweet  user11 good for her! I feel like she’s finally owning the narrative and maybe now people will calm down a little

↳ user13 I hope so! I’m low-key kinda worried it’s actually going to make things worse ↳ user11 idk. people were hating on her nonstop anyway so… tbh I think she should’ve done this way sooner lol

ynrryfan the way she posted her texts with harry !!!!! also “so you know I mean it” !!!!! PLEASE 

↳ harryfan17 how do you it’s him?? no hate i swear just genuinely asking ↳ ynrryfan I just figured by the “screen time is over” bc is what he left on her post… but I might be wrong idk 😬

harryfan3 wish I could see when those behind popgossip wake up and find out about all this lol

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yourinstagram GOOD MORNING nyc your wonderful wonderful city!! im so unbelievably excited for tonight!! my fake friends and fake ex-boyfriend are playing madison square garden and i KNOW it’s going to be sosososo great!! let’s do this CMONNNN!! 

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harryfan1 im sooooo excited too!! harryfan3 so jealous! I wish I could go  lookitsnyoh SO EXCITED  harrystyles weren’t you supposed to let me know? 

↳ yourinstagram i was and i can explain why i didnt, but please don’t expose me like this??! ↳ harrystyles then reply to my texts??!  ↳ harrystyles please??! ↳ harrystyles and thank you??! x  ↳ ynrryfan i cant 😭😭😭

bestfriend text me back too !!!!!! 

↳ harryfan7 lmao not yn being called out by everyone  ↳ yourinstagram istg you are all so damn impatient  ↳ yourinstagram (but also yes!! I will!! im sorry!!)

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yourinstagram hi, hellooo!! posting twice in less than 12 hours I KNOW but jenny lewis is about to start anytime now and i just wanna say that everyone looks sooooo pretty tonight!! you always do but there seems to be something extra special tonight <3 got to film so many sweet people already, but if you see me walking by and you wanna be a part of this ultra mega secret lot project pls dont be afraid of letting me know! (im the one jumping around in this outfit — minus the flowers unfortunately) id love to film as many of you as i can!! okay lets go now CMON LETS DO THIS cant wait to dance to canyon moon tonight!!! 🕺

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harryfan1 does harry look pretty, too?  user1 girl you’ve come so far this is so beautiful to see  bestfriend so happy so jealous so sad so proud so emotional rn

↳ harryfan3 cant believe you havent gone to a show yet!! ↳ harryfan5 fr you should be there rn

harryfan7 THANK YOU I LOVED MEETING YOU TONIGHT THANK YOU THANK YOU  harrystyles count me in  

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City, NY. I

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harryfan1 im so so proud  harryfan2 best concert ever cant wait to do it all over again tomorrow  harryfan3 i miss you already harryfan4 LOOKING SO HOT OUTFIT IS ON FIRE 🔥  harryfan5 why is she never here lol

↳ harryfan7 i ask that myself every time lol

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PART 12 — STILL IN NYC

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

IS THERE A VERSION OF JOEL MILLER I WOULDN'T FUCK?

[a case study in how thirsty i am for this man.] [aka fic recommendations]

Unfortunately, in my extensive research on this topic, I have found some pretty damning evidence against my sanity.

dad's best friend!joel miller x fem!reader

Your Summer Dream [masterlist] by @swiftispunk It is a scientific fact that if you place Joel Miller on a beach he becomes 100x hotter. I don't make the rules, I just report them.

Creep it Real! by @swiftispunk I am a puddle. I melted and I'm a shallow pathetic puddle. Cowboy and Angel. I just hnnnnnggggg. I need him to ruin me pls dear god.

*I'm realizing if i include all the DBF!JM i read this will get very long, very quickly, and i think i have revealed enough of myself on this blog to highlight my very obvious daddy issues

**speaking of daddy issues...

stepdad!joel miller x fem!reader

Don't Be Cute, Be Nasty by @cockslutpadalecki i'm pretty sure this was the first stepdad!joel miller anything i read and it awoke something in my soul. it's always fun to reach new levels of my daddy issues and BY GOD was this just 🫠

Bad Girl [part i of many] by @seventeenpins he walks in on her while she's watching stepdaddy porn and good lord it gets filthier and filthier in the best kind of way.

boyfriend's dad!joel miller x fem!reader

Lost in the Dark [masterlist] by @iamasaddie i expected to be a slut reading this but then it made me an emotional slut out of nowhere i am obsessed. there is nothing i love more than being drawn in by my thots only to be hit by an emotional bus out of nowhere.

Thigh's Out AU [masterlist] by @toxicanonymity not only is this a boyfriend's dad AU, but said boyfriend's dad is a hot and slutty. just like i like my dilfs.

father-in-law!joel miller x fem!reader

Pink [masterlist] by @netherfeildren holy fuck. that's all. just holy fuck. this altered my genetic makeup.

Help, I'm Stuck! by @nosesitter spoiler alert: he takes her wedding ring off before dicking her down and I-- 👀 send help.

***i didn't think i had a lot of significant other's father!joel miller in my repertoire, but i had to stop myself again from listing them all on this one otherwise we'd be here all day. shit, i'm learning things about myself 🤡

dark therapist!joel miller x fem!reader

Session 1 by @elvinaa i think this only highlights how badly i need an actual therapist (as does this entire list actually).

sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader

Meet Me in the Back (1) & The Night is Dark Enough ... (2) written by @atticrissfinch It does not bode well for me that this version of Joel Miller made me so fucking feral. In no way, shape, nor form should a sleazy gas station clerk make me feel this way AND YET HERE WE ARE.

tattoo artist!joel miller x fem!reader

Honeyed [masterlist] by @softlyspector This one absolutely hits too close to home for me, but that's probably why I'm so obsessed with it. My touch adverse yet touch starved ass ate this up and left no crumbs😌

chiro!joel miller x fem!reader

Say Yes to Heaven by @pascalisbaby i thought the medical side of my brain would cringe at the doctor/patient dynamic but as it turns out my depravity knows no bounds 🥵

frat dad!joel miller x fem!reader

The Old College Try by @proxima-writes i didn't even know this was something i needed in my life until it came into my life. blessings🙏🏼

ceo!joel miller x fem!reader

Sex on Fire [masterlist] by @macfrog i don't think i need to harp on what that sugar daddy vibes do to me🤤

mafia!joel miller x fem!reader

Divine Dynasty by @cavillscurls Remember when I said putting Joel by a body of water makes him 100x hotter? The same applies to a Mafia AU. I can't explain it. I have no sound reasoning to support my claim other than "he hot tho".

pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader

I Know it When I See it [masterlist] by @bageldaddy 🔥🔥🔥 that is all.

maintenance man!joel miller x fem!reader

Maintenance Man [masterlist] by @gracieispunk toolbelt. say less.

slasher!joel miller x fem!reader

Slasher [masterlist] by @toxicanonymity i thought for sure, FOR SURE, this would be blind, pure, detached smut that i could enjoy with no emotional ties whatsoever. and then all of a sudden i'm feeling things??? he just loves his mom so much😭 mama's boy wants to be happy. JAIL. real jail for murderer joel miller. horny jail for me. and audacity jail for toxic b/c how dare you make me feel things for a serial killer😩

as i said previously, the evidence speaks for itself. i have yet to find a version of joel miller i could not immediately fuck. i'm actually planning (i have a lot of plans and no time smh), to go through all these on my recommendation blog w/play by play commentary so everyone can know just how unhinged i am for this guy.

but now!! you guys have a syllabus for my insanity!!

now, excuse me while i go find a therapist (a real one, not a hot/dark joel miller version of one) (although beggars can't be choosers right?👀)

dividers by @saradika

[sillygoofyqueer]

scratching at your walls, wailing at your door, grabbing your foot from under your bed-- mad scientist wwx au thoughts??? crumbs?? brain worms??? pls give me something to live for

I have no excuse for not posting yesterday I just Didn't Want To. I got distracted playing solitaire then it was eleven o'clock and I was like "my brain isn't WORKING" and then I fell asleep. Anyway get OUT from beneath my bed, that's where my cats stay, they don't like strangers, dude. Anyway, mad scientist AU. Wei Ying is just very tired, but he's got adrenaline from the battle and from the thought of seeing his family after so long of relying on the dead for comfort and company, so he basically leaps at the chance to talk to someone. That someone is Lan Wangji, who is carting him back on his blade with a gentle but firm grip, as though scared he will slip away from his grasp if he even loosens his hold. He starts yapping about anything and everything that comes to mind, not wanting to be silent ever again after all of the time he has spent in silence, with his own thoughts being his only company. Through this yapping, Lan Wangji learns a lot about how Wei Wuxian thinks, how his genius mind works, flitting from one topic to the next. He also learns a lot about the teenager's new-new cultivation method.

Wen Ning watches and listens along as well, watching how Lan Wangji listens and hums slightly when it calls for it, very occasionally uttering a soft word or two that is lost to the wind to all but Wei Ying. He gets more excited with whatever Lan Wangji says, acting as though there is truly nothing wrong with him despite literally everything visibly wrong with him. He has resentful energy crawling through his skin like cracks and he doesn't seem to be blinking and his arms are barely even moving which can only be due to a build-up of resentful energy, something that he had always struggled with even before The Incident. He is so pale and malnourished, but he smiles and laughs like nothing has changed, one hand gripped so tightly around the flute he has made that his knuckles are a pale grey.

They make it back to the war camp and Lan Wangji lets go of Wei Wuxian (with some difficulty), ignoring everyone else as he steps away and lets Wen Ning take over. Wen Ning drags Wei Ying through the camp, ignoring how silent it gets when people start to notice the two of them, when they notice Lan Wangji standing there and watching worriedly. All he cares about is getting Wei Ying to the rest of their family in the medical tent. It's thankfully pretty empty in the moment, due to Wen Qing being a girlboss that drastically improves how efficient the place all is. They find Wen Qing unpacking the new supplies that have just been sent in from Gusu, while Xue Yang is generally being a nuisance and only helping out when he wants to see what something in the package is.

Xue Yang is the first one to spot Wei Ying on his way into the tent, basically going stock still for a few seconds and then trying to sprint forwards but being forced back by the chain attaching him to Wen Qing, who just thinks he's still being a pest. He may be fucked up and insane, but he is still only twelve years old so he doesn't even care that he's crying when he sobs out a "gege", basically trying to wrench his arm out of the cuff. Wen Qing finally looks up just as Wei Ying steps into the tent, and then Wei Ying is being tackled for the second time that day, this time by two people. Xue Yang clings to him as he cries and cries, refusing to even think about letting go of his gege after being without him for so long, while Wen Qing is more efficient, wiping away her tears as she takes stock of the situation and immediately drags Wei Ying over to a bed.

Meanwhile, Lan Wangji reports back to his own gege about the entire situation. Lan Xichen takes note of how his didi describes Wei Wuxian's choice of cultivation - "it is not demonic. It seems to act as another form of liberation for otherwise unreachable spirits." - and then asks about Nie Mingjue the battle itself. They're obviously just stalling to give Wei Wuxian and his family as much time alone as possible, but there comes a point where there's nothing else to report about and Lan Xichen simply has no excuse to not go and see Wei Wuxian - out of respect. He isn't going to just sit around and not show concern for a teenager who has just saved so many peoples' lives, who he had left to rot despite knowing that Wei Wuxian was being brainwashed.

Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen go to the medical tent, where Wei Wuxian is chilling in a bed with Xue Yang laying beside him, arms wrapped tightly around the teenager's arm and face buried into his shoulder, trembling slightly despite his attempts to hide it. Wen Qing is scolding Wei Wuxian with little remorse despite the pout on his face, and Wen Ning also has the guy's other hand trapped both of his own hands. Lan Xichen exchanges pleasantries with him, then asks Wen Qing how he's looking when he asks Wei Wuxian himself and gets a "never been better!" in response. Wen Qing explains that the teenager naturally has a unique cultivation base that balances both resentful and spiritual energy due to dealing in both from a very young age, but the resentful energy is far outbalancing the spiritual energy right now.

However, the resentful energy seems to be the only thing holding him together. He has a sickening significant amount of internal injuries that the resentful energy seems to be carefully attempting to heal - amassing in many different areas of the body. To fix such a thing would require long term cleansing of resentful energy mixed with an increase of spiritual energy until the two are rebalanced in his body. Lan Xichen is like "oh bro we can totally help with that" and Lan Wangji goes "I can help with that. I can play cleansing for you :(" From multiple angles, this seems like a good option because one, the Lan are well-known for their healing cultivation tactics, two, Lan Wangji is the best cultivator who is not beset by multiple other responsibilities that he can't plan around, and three, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian actually seem to get along.

[cattlemons]

Third Fifth Time's A Charm

| You and Megumi have been dating for quite some time now. Almost half a year, give or take. Upsettingly enough, he has yet to say his ‘I love you's. This bugs him a bit too much so Megumi is now a man on a mission and that mission just so happens to be about confessing his love to you. Basically the four times Megumi almost dropped the “L” word and the one time that he did. I mean come on, fifth time’s a charm, right?

TW: None, I think? I wrote it with college!au in mind but can be read as just a normal jujutsu kaisen fic Just fluff after posting angst, megumi gets chased by a duck? idk what counts as a tw pls let me know if I should add anything, also actual big boy writing cus word count is 3k.

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Crumbs, ducks and hold on a minute... 

It was around October when the leaves were finally falling and the air was brisk. Megumi had decided to take you out for a mini-date before finals week whisks the both of you away, each secluded in their own world of ink and paper. 

It had honestly gone mostly ok and as planned. The usual schtick, really. Compliment your pretty outfit, exchange loving banters on the way there, get to the park and enjoy your time together. Simple and easy, right? 

Wrong. 

Megumi and you had just finished eating the sandwiches he’s prepared for the picnic. They were wrapped so neatly in pink patterned paper that you can’t help but swoon at the time and effort it must’ve taken for him to prepare it all. 

Megumi took to the toilet a bit after that, or, he planned to. What he didn’t see coming is the fact that ducks started chasing him around right as he walked past the pond. You soon learned that they were chasing him because of the bread crumbs falling off of his jeans. 

After a few bouts of running on Megumi’s part (and giggles from yours), the ducks finally stopped following him. Opting to squawk at the couple on the other side of the pond that’s actually trying to feed them crumbs and seeds. 

Megumi soon found relief as he sat back down beside you still huffing and puffing from the unexpected marathon he ran. Of course, you being the compassionate girlfriend that you are, did not let him off easy. At least, not without teasing him a bit. 

“You know those ducks have really good taste in men,” you quipped. A few beats of silence pass before the two of you erupt into a fit of laughter. 

You were nearly in tears as you continued to giggle uncontrollably at the mental image of Megumi getting chased and flirted with by ducks. Though you probably won't find your laughing any special, Megumi found it absolutely breathtaking. 

From the way your eyes brighten at the hilarious image to the sound of your held-in guffaws, Megumi just can’t get enough of it. He wants to hear it over and over again. He absolutely loves it. 

And he absolutely loves you.

Wait, huh?

Watson, how do you say “I love you”?

“Finally! No more stuffy libraries and definitely no more books! I’m so happy it’s over,” you yelled as you stretched out your tired back. 

Finals are over and you can now rest without worrying. However, it’s a whole other story for Megumi. He is still stressed out of his mind but not because of the reason you might think. No, he is stressed because he has yet confessed the feelings hidden deep in the recesses of his heart.

I love you. 

Who knew such simple words could drive one mad. Megumi never would’ve thought the stress his feelings would bring could trump the amount of stress an exam would bring but he supposes that he can only be so many times. 

Megumi has decided that maybe he should tell you the three words that have been plaguing his mind. So a few days after some much-needed rest, Megumi proposes a little trip to the art museum. Who were you to refuse such a sweet request?

Dressed in his most academic-looking attire, Megumi readies himself for his little confession, going so far as to script it. 

Yes, today he will confess!

Today he did not confess.

It really was the perfect moment. Megumi feels absolutely horrible for letting such perfect timing pass him by but nothing could be done about it now. 

The perfect timing came by when you were nearing the end of the date. It was a really fun date, possibly one of the best ones so far! Megumi had shown you around the museum, giving fun tidbits of information on each art he sees. You were about to point out how knowledgeable your boyfriend was before it finally clicked. 

“Ah! My dear Watson, I think I’ve solved the mystery. It turns out the Duke of Information, Megumi Noritoshi, has done ample research before this date! Proof in the pudding, Watson, look at his palms,” you teased as you took his hands into yours and pushed back his sweater sleeves to see smeared notes on his earlier “fun facts”.

Megumi’s face turned pink as he flushed at your exposing of his secret. Muttering a small, “Blimey, I’ve been caught!” in response to your little skit. 

Seeing him blush and flustered has you grinning (not that anyone could blame you, it really is a cute sight). Taking your chance, you decide to tease him a bit more. Opting for light nudges of your elbow and soft kisses all over his face. This, of course, did nothing to ease the red spilling all over his cheeks. If anything it painted more colors on his face. 

Once the teasing died down, you decided to maybe be a bit more heartfelt. After all, he did prepare for your date and put in so much effort to learn these facts and information. 

“I might not say this enough but I absolutely appreciate you putting this much effort into our dates… maybe I have not been vocal enough  about these things but I hope you know I really do appreciate you doing this and… I love you,” you mumbled a tad bit quieter than you usually would. You’re even caught sporting a light blush of your own despite you trying your best to keep a nonchalant front. This isn’t your first time telling him you love him but, still, being so heartfelt like this has you blushing.

Megumi smiled at his usually unbothered girlfriend being so, well, bothered. 

Wrapping his hands around your waist, he goes to give you a small peck on the crown of your head before leaning in a bit more to whisper his confession. 

I love you!

Yet the words did not seem to tumble out. Although a bit disappointed in his lack of confidence, Megumi recovered quickly and instead leaned in for a sweet kiss. 

I wonder if fishes have confessions too?

“Megumi look! They’re so pretty,” you exclaimed excitedly as you pointed at a jellyfish swimming past. Megumi nods in agreement though he is honestly paying more attention to you than the exhibit.

Megumi has taken it upon himself to set up another good date  to confess on. Truth be told, he’s had far too many nightmare-ish thoughts about his recent failures in confessing and how he’ll never be able to say it. So, to take action, Megumi decides to take you on another date. This time he decided that maybe visiting an aquarium would be fun!

He is sorely mistaken, unfortunately.

As you continue to walk through the exhibit, you fail to notice Megumi lagging a bit behind you in the aquarium tunnel. Your attention was so fixated by the fishes swimming over your head and on each of your sides, that you missed the sight of your boyfriend darkly muttering (and struggling) on his confession script. 

Or so he thought...

“Honestly, why can’t I just be a fish-”

“Why would you want to be a fish though?” you asked as you leaned in towards him. 

Megumi’s eyes widen in surprise at your sudden intrusion. Megumi supposes that he’s been too lost to the world. He shook his head and just muttered a quiet “never mind”. 

The day continued as you enjoyed your day. You feast your eyes on magnificent sea creatures both great and small; you can’t help but awe at them as a child would. Not that Megumi minded, he thinks you look absolutely adorable when you coo at the sharks or clap at the seals when they would do a trick. However, Megumi couldn’t say he’s enjoying today as much because he continued to struggle with his little confession script, either chickening out at the last minute or completely missing the perfect timing. 

By the end of the day, Megumi decided enough is enough. Under the dim lights of the empty “deep sea” sector of the zoo, Megumi closed his eyes and steeled himself. Summoning every bit of courage he had within him, he blurted out his confession. It was a bit aggressive and loud, perhaps even a bit rushed. 

But he did it-

-not.

Megumi opened his eyes, to be greeted not by your soft smile. It wasn’t even your frown. Instead, he was greeted by a fish staring directly at him through the aquarium glass. It seems to be mocking him, almost. And as for you, you were already at the other side of the area, lining up to pay for a souvenir that caught your eyes. 

Ugh, why can’t he just be a fish and blow bubbles at you to show his love? 

Wine is a  poetic mood-setter, right?

Although tired and defeated by his numerous failed attempts, Megumi is not one to give up. This is especially true when it comes to you. So, if one plan fails then best be known he is already running back to the drawing board to come up with a new one.

This time around Megumi decided to pull up on all the stops. Sparing no expense, he reserved a table at one of the city’s most high-end restaurants. I mean what could be more romantic than a late-night wine-and-dine?

To Megumi it’s not the pricey menus that are troubling, nor is it the number of strings he had to pull to get the reservation. Nope. What’s troubling him is the confession he is secretly building up to. You see, it’s been a good handful of months since Megumi came to the realization that he absolutely adores you. 

He loves you.

Yet, somehow, saying it out loud is a whole different league than thinking and coming to terms with it. Something about admitting it and posing vulnerable seems so jarring to him. Of course, you’ve never given him any reason to fear being honest with you. He supposes that if anything were to cause him to be this certain way, then it’s probably the lack of touchy-feely emotions in his childhood. That aside, Megumi is still as determined as ever to tell you that he loves you. This brings us to the current situation. 

Megumi is seated opposite of you, decked in his slickest suit and tie. You had admitted that he looks ridiculously good in his outfit before the dinner (he blushes at the comment). Naturally, you were also in a rather stunning number yourself, with the scandalous-looking outfit only you could possibly pull off. 

As much as Megumi would love to just admire you and enjoy the amazing atmosphere, he has other things currently occupying his head. At first glance, you might’ve thought that he was flustered by your choice of outfit for the night if you didn’t know any better. This is, of course, one of the reasons why Megumi was a bit dazed but sadly that’s not the only reason why. 

You didn’t really connect the dots right away. There are a bunch of little crumbs and pieces that could’ve contributed to Megumi’s flustered and jumpy attitude in this particular evening but nothing defining. 

The evening progressed and more telltale signs showed themselves to you. You could honestly write a meter-long list but to keep it concise, the things you have noticed include Megumi’s inability to look you directly in the eye, the rather incessant twiddling of his thumbs, the stutter that accompanied his usually leveled voice, and finally (and the most telling) is his avoidance of the word “love”. 

Of course, it could all be a coincidence but you think not. Although you didn’t do much to garner his “suspicion”, you’re not daft nor were you ignorant. You knew of his struggles in dropping a particular “L” word. You had honestly known for a while. It’s not that you were a psychic or anything of that sort, it was actually because Megumi had not been the most secretive of his plans. You suppose he intended for it to be a “hush-hush” plan but unfortunately for Megumi, he had a tendency to think out loud when stressed. 

Though you were originally planning to let Megumi off the hook and let him figure things out on his own, you decided that leaving him to wallow on his own is doing more harm than good. So when Megumi choked rather aggressively at his pasta when you said the word “love”, you chose to bring up the topic. 

“So, when are you gonna tell me what’s been cooking up in that head of yours… hmm?”

Megumi’s eyes widened at the question you’ve just asked, though it seems more like a prompt than a question. Megumi looked down to his lap for a second before facing you again, this time sporting an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. 

Megumi struggled to confess before letting out a defeated sigh and a small apology. This caused you to shake your head, not in a dismissive way but in a way to tell him that there’s nothing to be sorry for. 

“Megumi, I know you know I know so I’ll just say it outright,” you huffed before continuing, “I love you’s aren’t something you can or should force out. I’ve said it to you on countless accounts because it comes naturally to me, love. I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel cornered into saying it but please know that I don’t mind you taking your time, ok?���

Your little speech was met with a relieved sigh and soon followed by a laugh. You look up to see Megumi’s genuine grin in place, you can’t help but smile at the endearing sight. 

“Ahh, I should’ve known not to stress over these kinds of things when it’s with you, huh? Thanks. I’ll definitely take my time with it.” 

You nodded in agreement at his newfound determination. As much as you wanted to hear those three words tumble out of his lips and uttered to you, you knew better than to rush him into it. And besides, hearing it in full sincerity will definitely be better than hearing a rushed one. With all that said, you and Megumi enjoyed the rest of the evening with wine glasses raised and the air filled with happy chatters and laughs. 

And I thought it was difficult, huh?

A streak of light shone through the gaps in the curtains, making it known to you that it is time to get up already. Or, at least, it would be time to get up had it been a weekday. Thankfully, however, it is the weekend so you can take your time in getting up. While your boyfriend slept soundly beside you, his hand draped loosely over your figure, you can’t help but admire his features. As you did so, thoughts on what happened a while back popped into your head. 

 It’s been a few months since your last dinner date with Megumi and things have calmed down quite a bit. Although Megumi still feels a twinge of guilt from his lack of response whenever you whisper an “I love you”, he does remember your take on this situation, and those few words you spared have done immense work in calming him down. 

As you continue to reminisce on the events that have transpired in the last few months, you failed to notice Megumi stirring awake beside you. You only notice that he’s awake when he’s poking your cheek, asking, no, demanding petulantly for his morning kisses. 

Deciding to tease him a bit while he’s still in his morning daze, you uttered, “Sorry, love. Morning breath.” You went as far as sniffing at his general direction and fanning your hands over your nose and scrunched your nose up in fake disgust. 

Still in a sleepy stupor, Megumi pouts at you and goes to get out of bed. You decide to let your curiosity win and end up following your boyfriend to the bathroom, the cold linoleum tiles doing wonders in waking the two of you up immediately. 

Though he is now much more awake now than a few minutes ago, it didn’t dampen his pout one bit. With the handle of his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, Megumi babbled on about how his day is now ruined because you wouldn’t let him start it off with a kiss. You only giggled in response, your own toothbrush poking out of your lips. 

Being the menace that you are, you decided to playfully smear Megumi’s face with some toothpaste foam. One thing led to another and soon you two are on the bathroom floor laughing aloud. Somehow his laugh and expressions egged yours on and yours did his which caused a new bout of laughter to erupt every time you’d both fall silent. It went on like this for quite some time but neither of you minded it one bit.  

Now that the laughter has died down a bit, you both exchanged mini banters here and there, still seated on the floor with both your shoulders touching; with toothpaste in your hair and on his cheek. As you giggled at a particular joke Megumi muttered, he felt that odd feeling in his heart again, just like the time in the park and all those other dates he stressed over but this time, before he could stop it, he whispered…

“I love you.”

Your laughter immediately ceased only to be replaced by the happiest grin you’ve ever mustered. With new buzzing energy coursing through you, you tackled Megumi into a hug which effectively knocked the two of you down to the ground but neither you nor Megumi minded.

With his newfound confidence, Megumi repeated the foreign sentence over and over again as if he’s testing it out. He finds that he likes saying it. 

He likes it because your smile widens a bit more when he says it. 

He likes it because you’d give him kisses whenever he says it.

And he absolutely loves it because you’d always say it back to him.

With a wobbly and lovesick grin, Megumi says it one more time for good measure. 

“I love you.” 

a.n. I did not really proofread this bcs I had classes today and it KO'd me :"(

Hope you liked it!

[tunamayojazz]

Love your art, any Toge/Yuuta fanfic recommendations? Thanks so much!!

hi!! thank you so much...🥺🩷🩷 and i am SO glad you asked this. i have so many!! here are the ones i read/reread more recently along with some of the tags. tried to make every rec here different from each other hehe have fun reading!!! can't help it (if you look like an angel) by glimmiks (12.4k)

tags: college au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, IKEA

THIS WAS SO FUN TO READ PLEASEEEE i absolutely love college aus so much. and you just know the 2nd years would be the most fun and chaotic as college students. their dynamic is just chefs KISS, and it's written so well here. the mutual pining in here is truly a 10-course meal and i always go back for another round.

i'm alright if you're alright by anonymous (14.2k)

tags: spoilers up to ch146, fluff, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, fix-it, love confessions, pining

post-shibuya fic excellence. i always have such a great time reading this like inuokkos really do eat so well in this fandom. yuta pining is always so great to read like he is Longingly thinking about toge at all times im cry

Magnificently Cursed by diggingupthegrave (91.2k)

tags: dark academia, magic au, magic school au, slow burn, angst, mutual pining

i will always always recommend diggingupthegrave fics. they are easily my favorite inuokko writer pls you have to read all their inuokko fics...i saved this particular one of theirs to read for much later bc i knew it was going to change my life (7 chapters ok) and boy did it do exactly that. the way they implemented canon elements into a magic setting was so so brillaint and i savored every bit of it.

Beat the Turtle Drum by CasuallyScreaming (7.4k) tags: major character death, post-shibuya incident arc, angst, minimal comfort, no shibuya spoilers read this before sleeping the other night and honestly how i managed to still fall asleep after was my body trying to protect me from full out bawling and having a mental breakdown...i don't think i've read a lot of MCD inuokko but god this one shook me to my core. almost like the feeling of loss and grief were bleeding through my phone screen. so well written and while it's definitely mostly painful, the ending....well you'll find out :')

a special occasion by Cheshire (2.5k) tags: idiots in love, established relationship, first dates this was so so cute...!!!!!!! panda: but aren't you two already dating? yuta: well yes! no. sorta, kinda. super cozy and fluffy read!!

is this how every day begins? by mitgi (5.4k) tags: roommates, living together, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, angst i will always love me a roommate au. this fic was such a lovely read and i'm actually going to reread this right after i finish writing this! there's so much to explore in inuokko's relationship and also when it's in different settings. every time i think about how the actual source material are literal crumbs, i'm just even more amazed by how writers are able to draw out the most of what info we have and write their mannerisms so well. it all feels right and so WARM UOGHHHHH

haunted by sieling_fan (3.3k)

tags: pining, hurt/comfort, canon typical angst, character study

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

you showed up just in time by diggingupthegrave (14.6k)

tags: time travel, friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, slight age gap

another diggingupthegrave fic that had me crying screaming shaking throwing up because god. this was so so good. the build up had me at the edge of my seat bc like oh my god what happened? what's happening?? why is this like that? @#$%^&*()_!!!!!!!!!!!!! and when it's all pieced together? oh it ended me. read this again and again for DAYS you would think i was researching it for a thesis or something. take your time reading this btw like im so serious.

okie that's all for me from now, i have so many more to rec honestly....sending out 100000000000 hearts to inuokko writers you are my roman empire....

[yuwuta]

could i pls have rich boy boarding school yuuji crumbs ^.^ i think hes just very neat and boyish. he wears baseball caps backwards with his suits. he wears comfy sweatshirts and shorts that show off his toned thighs while he tosses a football with his friends in the courtyard. very cutey jock-ish, may even play rugby and major in econ

i think i love him omg where did htat come from

i don’t know why the backwards baseball cap with the suit is speaking to me so much but it is…. i can see it perfectly… he’s so Boy in every au but especially in this one. he’s sort of frivolous with his spending, but he’s equally as generous so it’s a balance. he’ll spend hundreds of dollars on manga and limited edition figures, and then buy his friends $5k handbags for christmas and casually suggest a michelin star restaurant for lunch because he saw a tiktok about it one time and decided he absolutely needed to try the appetizers and post about them himself

he plays polo and lacrosse with todo and once he even convinced yuuta to play soccer with him for a season and they turned out to be a pretty good duo. he’s all over the school website like he is thee poster boy for the athletics department and he looks stupid good in every single photo, you’d swear they’re staged. he’s always mixing his sports clothing with his formal attire, a jersey underneath his suit, slacks and a tie with his letterman jacket, team quarter zips with, a leather jacket over sweats. somehow he always manages to look out together and perfectly cozy at the same time. he has a habit of wearing too many layers and draping the ones he peels off over your shoulder or his friends’ shoulders. he’s not the most naturally gifted when it comes to academics, but he likes school anyway because all his friends help tutor him and he’s the only one who loves presentations/group projects because he’s the most charismatic person in the room and everyone listens to him so intently when he talks. he’s just… he’s way too charming.

he can be found laying around on the lawn in his free time, tossing a ball back and forth with todo, or yuuta, or sometimes he gets cute and asks you to practice with him and promises he’ll go easy on you (and he does, and he proclaims very loudly that you’ve improved and you’re doing so well). he’s learned to love his long reading assignments because it means you’ll let him lay his head in your lap while he reads. loves it when you wear his jerseys. pretends to be into art and philosophy and all the fine stuff if it means he gets to hold your hand while you walk through museums and take you out to dinner after

[suguwu]

Bee you've opened the floodgates pls more crumbs about soulmate sae i need to see that awful man crumbling🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

so again i do think if i wrote soulmate au with sae it would be my divorced soulmates fic! with sae being too complacent with the idea of soulmates. i think that for him, there's a little bit of "it's meant to be, so it will work out" so he doesn't necessarily put enough effort in.

it's not that he's a bad soulmate—you know he loves you. he takes care of you. but you're not sure that's enough, not when he also dismisses other things. sometimes you wonder if he just wants the idea of a soulmate—someone that doesn't take real effort, real work. that it will all be fairy-tale easiness.

and it's not. it's still a relationship; there's still work. maybe it's easier, maybe there are parts of you that click into place better than you could imagine, but there's still work. he just doesn't seem to fully understand that.

so you leave.

(and rin pays for your divorce lawyer.)

[stellamancer]

👁️👁️ …. sweet niku i am abt to go eep but . u have opened pandora’s box and so i must ask :3333c for nikumichi crumbs ….. uraniku …… you are v creative with shipnames so it’s hard to guess PVDKDBD but i desire to know >:3 how do you think you would meet / what would the dynamic be like ….. ? who’d catch feelings first ? ?? i must know . this is extremely important pls tell me everything!!!!! 🎤

🐭🐭🐭🍵 (<- the mice bringing u tea while you think this over …….)

LMAOOOO i'm not super creative!! they get adapted from by others... like nikooj (or enlightenmeat which was still a friend's idea and not mine). so the uramichi x niku name (as adapted by others is) uraniku/uranikoo but if i wanted to go in the same vein as enlightenmeat... UNFORTUNATELY THE FIRST THOUGHT IS ACTUALLY 'ROADKILL' OF ALL THINGS. T_T let me workshop it a little longer.

i think that i've never really actually super thought of it it because i think i was thinking of doing an ocship (with my baby girl princess kira no less) more than selfshipping. the lore there is actually really hilarious imo. mostly because kira's brothers are the type of hilarious people that uramichi would hate dealing with.

this is actually super hard because like. it's extremely hard to think of HOW we'd meet. i don't wanna do overlap so i don't want it to be like how i meet gojo or deku in their respective selfships. and I DON'T WANNA DO NEIGHBORS SINCE U KNOW I HAD A NEIGHBOR AU FIC I WANTED TO WRITE.

anyway, after some brainstorming on discord with some pals, uramichi and i would be introduced to each other by some friends we have in common, or rather, i have plucked my beloved moda and their beloved momo (from idolish7 which has now be canonized in uramichi world lmao) and they decide to set us up. kind of. maybe. they both invite us to go to yakiniku on a covert double date (actually moda has invited me to go with them and momo before but i have refused on account of not wanting to be a third wheel).

both uramichi and i separately clock that we're essentially being set up on a blind date immediately when both moda and momo suggest it to us but both decide to still go for our own reasons (me because moda tells me that momo has offered to pay for everyone and uramichi 1) to prove to usahara he does indeed have friends and 2) he's ultimately incapable of telling anyone who isn't usahara no).

i think that first double date is kind of... awkward. i'm honestly not particularly outgoing and neither is he and momo and moda do a lot of heavy lifting at the beginning...... i think the conversation 'takes off' (as much as it can take off for two socially awkward introverts) once we get into talking about hobbies. and moda and momo kind of watch us in amusement lmao.

it would probably be a very slow start, with a lot of nudging from momo and moda who thought things went very well. we probably run into one another randomly at some point and have go out to eat or hang out or something. maybe drinking. well. he drinks and while i don't really drink, maybe i have one or two since i'm a social drinker LMAO. i think the dynamic is kind of sickly sweet and wholesome ahahaha. uramichi doesn't really activate the tsun in me, but i think once we become closer he teases me a little as a treat. LMAO.

i think i'm generally fairly good at navigating personal landmines so i don't think i'd step on one of his but the lore need some drama so i probably do at some point...

IDK WHO CATCHES FEELINGS FIRST. i think we probably have an idiots in love sort of thing in which we don't think the other is interested (usahara and kumatani are trying to convince uramichi otherwise but failing). it might be a case of he catches them first but i realize first. he's probably pretty deep in denial. some jealousy aspect needs to get involved tho. idk how yet, i need to cook on that more, but i need jealous uramichi. i think he'd be like an angry sulky cat. no i need him to get so jealous he drags me away all dramatic ASK ME THIS AGAIN LATER I NEED TO REALLY COOK ON IT.

[starsstuddedsky]

Slice of Love

Haechan x reader

summary: birthday cake and boyfriend material

genre: fluff, non idol au, not really angst but haechan is so dramatic

warnings: swearing, food/dessert, i dont know anything about art, pls lmk if i missed any

wc: 1.8k (who is she???)

a/n: finally wrote something short and sweet :) it's been so long since i've done that lol. this is heavily inspired by 7dream cafe cake-making and my full belief that none of these boys should be unsupervised in the kitchen. thank you to @chocolatemilk139 for being my beta as always <3 (even though you didnt edit anything smh)

It’s not horrendous.

Donghyuck stares at the cake in front of him. The process started well: he made the tester cake last week week that the council (also known as his friends) approved with generous support (“wait, what’s actually kind of good,” from Jeno, “it’s edible,” from Renjun, “the hint of orange really sells it,” from Jaemin, “it’s not burnt so it’s already better than anything I could make,” from Mark, “you didn’t buy this?” from Chenle, and Jisung, who just stared at him with wide eyes). 

No, the problem isn’t the batter. He slaved over it all last night and chose the two cakes that rose most evenly in the oven. Everything but his tears went into making them. 

“Wow,” Renjun says, leaning over the counter. “You fucked up.” 

Donghyuck smacks him, leaving a trail of lavender buttercream on the wool sweater. 

“Hey, that’s going to be a bitch to get out!” Renjun cries. 

“Cry me a river,” Donghyuck says, “which is a good song, but also, you deserve it. It’s not that bad.” 

Renjun raises his eyebrows but Donghyuck raises a spoonful of extra frosting. Renjun backs off. 

Despite his strong defense, Donghyuck fears Renjun may be right. Though the cake stands tall, crumbs mix in with the frosting on the sides. What was supposed to be an artistically plump edging around the base of the cake and around the top corner looks like it exploded out of the piping bag (because it did, popping the cap off several times). In his head, the center would be filled with flowers and hearts and all sorts of pretty shapes in all sorts of pastel colors—but by the time he got to the center, he’d fully given up on piping bags, meaning he had to get creative for the flowers. Instead of flowers, he made blobs of frosting pushed off a spoon. In some spots he accidentally mixed the colors together, a green one shade away from brown, not at all like the field in the pictures on his Pinterest board. 

Jeno appears next, wandering out of his room. He misses Renjun’s warning glare, though Donghyuck doesn’t. He steps right next to Donghyuck, tilting his head. “What is this supposed to be again?” 

“What do you think?” Donghyuck asks evenly. 

Oblivious or uncaring, Jeno pauses to ponder. “A really ugly version of Shrek’s swamp?” 

“Get out.” 

“Get out of ma’ swamp!” Jeno attempts a Scottish accent, authenticity as questionable as the flower field in Donghyuck’s cake. Jeno retreats with Renjun on the couch, dodging Donghyuck’s frosting spoon. It would be a waste of the delicacy on his stupid dri-fit t-shirt, which he wears even when he doesn’t work out. 

“It’ll be fine,” Jaemin says. “It’ll taste good, which is the important part.” He sits at the counter, the only one to offer moral support while Donghyuck decorated. But his attempts at comfort are in vain; Donghyuck doesn’t just want the cake to taste good, he wants it to taste perfect, to look perfect, for all of it to be perfect. It’s the least you deserve. 

Donghyuck ignores the banging on his door, letting one of the guys let Chenle and Jisung in (no one else would threaten to break down a metal door instead of waiting the five seconds it takes to unlock the door). 

“We come bearing food!” Chenle shouts, plastic bag singing in his hand as Jisung follows precariously carrying a stack of pizza boxes. Far more food than needed, but Donghyuck won’t skimp out on you. Chenle tosses his bag full of snacks on the table, crossing the room to see the ‘masterpiece’ Donghyuck spent the past week hyping up. 

“Dude, are you seriously going to give that to YN?” 

“Are you trying to get dumped?” Jisung asks. “Ow!” he cries when Chenle smacks him. 

“Your welcome,” he says, “though he sort of has a point, that looks like literal shit.” 

“Does it really?” Donghyuck pouts. 

Chenle points at one of the browner spots. “You’re telling me that’s not a piece of shit?” 

“They were supposed to be flowers.” 

Jaemin, Renjun, and Jisung manage to cover their laughs as coughs but Chenle and Jeno let out a bark of laughter. 

“Yeah, you’re screwed,” Chenle says, clapping him on his shoulder that sags even lower than his normal bad posture. “You could call Mark and get him to pick up a cake on his way.” 

“He’s bringing YN,” Donghyuck says glumly. “Besides, I already told YN that I would make it myself. I’m not going to be a failure and a liar.” 

“It’s really not that bad,” Jaemin says, ignoring the chorus of dissent from the rest of the guys. “It’ll taste good!” 

Donghyuck shrugs. He can’t explain it, at least not so that they can understand him. He knows perfection is a subjective definition that he’ll never be able to fulfill but he strives for it anyway. If it isn’t perfect then why would he do it at all? Even if it’s his first time attempting this level of artwork, he should at least be able to make something that looks okay, or recognizable. 

And you—you deserve more than a dry store-bought mess and more than a half-assed attempt at love. You’ve only been together for a couple months but he’s determined to prove himself. A birthday was the perfect opportunity, even when you’ve known him for years and spent plenty of birthdays with him. This was his chance to show you the boyfriend material he’s made of, except instead of black velvet or creamy silk, Donghyuck thinks this cake is the work of a neon yellow polyester shirt worth less than $2 at the thrift store. 

“Mark just texted that he just parked,” Jaemin announces. He glances at Donghyuck. “You ready?” 

Donghyuck glances at himself. His hands are covered in frosting that’s dried and crusted, spread up his arms. His Kiss the Chef apron protected his shirt and most of his pants from the damage, but the mess is the least of his concerns. There’s nothing he can do about the disaster (he’s given up calling it anything else) in front of him. Shrek’s Swamp or a toilet bowl, it’s definitely not a flower field and it’s definitely not what you deserve. But it’s all he’s got. 

The final punch hits with a gentle knock at the door. Donghyuck crosses the room to his doom, stepping past his silent friends who bow their heads in respect for the walking dead. He pulls open the door slowly. He sees your shoes first, white sneakers you spent three hours with a Sharpie decorating, full of hearts and stars and unmistakable flowers—daisies and chrysanthemums and lavender, more than he can name. 

You wear your favorite jeans, loose bootcut that tighten at the thighs, hugging you in all the right places. A loose shirt hangs from your shoulders, one of the bands you always play for him with lots of bass and visceral lyrics that romanticize suffering. A family of silver earrings dangle from your ears, and he recognizes each of your favorites, the miniature swords, sparkling star shaped studs, a curly twist of metal that wraps around the higher part of ear. You look perfect. 

Donghyuck has always loved the way you smile, a gentle turn of your lips, like the happiness belongs to only you. You lean forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips, a peck more than anything. Donghyuck stares at you, eyes wide. You gesture to his apron. “Just following the rules.” 

He smiles though it fades as soon as he sees the frosting–no, the evidence of his failures, spread down the black fabric. “Happy birthday,” he says, wishing he could put more heart into it. A tiny frown furrows in your brow but you don’t question him. 

He steps back to let you walk in, trailing behind you as the rest of the guys wish you happy birthday. Mark catches up easily, clapping a hand on his shoulder, whispering, “Jeno sent me a picture.” 

Renjun hugs you, which Donghyuck belatedly realizes he never did. 

“I brought the food,” Chenle announces. “Don’t go thanking anyone else for my efforts.” 

“Our,” Jisung corrects. “You barely even carried anything.” 

“That’s because I had to drive,” Chenle says, waving his hand. “And don’t even get me started on the pizzeria, you better appreciate every molecule because—”

“Thank you, Chenle,” you say. 

“Thank me,” Donghyuck says. “It was my detailed instructions that perfected absolutely everything about today, which reminds me, did Mark behave?” 

You turn back to face him, linking your fingers with his. “Yes, babe, he followed your script. He almost cried because the barista messed up the order and he didn’t want to be annoying but he said you said ‘if anything goes wrong, I’ll kill you,’ and meant it.” 

“And I did,” Donghyuck says. He nods at his best friend for his service. 

“Now.” You squeeze his fingertips. “Where’s this cake you’ve been so excited about.” 

Donghyuck doesn’t try to hide his face. There’s no use delaying the inevitable. He lets go of your hands, leading you to the crime scene to lay the final verdict (the judicial system of his brain is in need of some reformation). 

You reach the counter and freeze. A list of concert dates greets Donghyuck, your back facing him while you study the cake. There’s no name for the opposite of a masterpiece, no artist that wants their worst creation recorded in history. 

He inches closer to you, peeking at your face. He recognizes the expression, the narrowing of your eyes, the way you flatten your lips. He’s been to enough art shows and spent enough time with you studying for art history to know what you analyze art. 

“It’s not Van Gogh or Monet,” he says, “it’s not even that asshole guy who made the Bean.” 

“Mm,” you hum, “no, you’re not any of them.” 

“It’s an ugly cake,” he says, “I know. I tried, I really did, but apparently you actually do need a decade or two of experience to make a decent cake, which is totally unfair, like, I spent more time on it than my research project, and this only looks marginally better than that.” 

“It’s amazing,” you say, “reminiscent of the expressionist era.” 

“Really?” 

“No,” you say, turning to grin at him. “But you made it, so none of that matters. Maybe it doesn’t look like what you thought, but seriously.”  You rest a hand on his arm. “It’s perfect.” 

He meets your eyes, sees sincerity and not an ounce of teasing. No, it wasn’t what he wanted for you, but that doesn’t really matter. Perfection is subjective and to you it’s perfect—why did he ever think it wouldn’t be? 

He grins. “Perfect?” 

You step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug, ignoring the frosting that must be smearing across the band member’s faces. 

“Perfect.” 

a/n2: thank you for reading! as always, i appreciate any feedback :)

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Hi I saw the small excerpt of that fight scene with Cowboy!ed and the reader you made. And let me let you, I’m absolutely smitten! I love that Au and I can’t wait to read more. Of course, whenever you post! I wonder what got reader and Ed to be up in arms like that 🤔. Would you pls spare a crumb of anything related to order up in the future? If not, it’s all cool and I can’t wait for your next update!

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iM so glad you like that au because I’ve been spiraling in my wild west era ever since that au was introduced into the fandom. I think I've mentioned before that im not the best at making long-form content, so ‘Order up’ may take longer than usual to upload since I'm still in the process of laying outlining everything. (that and I'm currently dying in school lol)

I can't really say much without spoiling everything, but I can def give you some crumbs!

Y/n has 2 backstories, one that she tells people and one that she’s hiding, both are true.

Y/n was mute as a kid.

Most of the people in Ed's gang have an iron branding on the back of their hands, including Ed and Falke.

Not only is Ed an Outlaw and a Cowboy, but he is also a good caretaker.

Ed and Y/n did not get along with one another when they first met.

Shadaloo is still a problem in this AU, but what they lack in strength, they make up for in numbers.

And lastly, Y/n isn't able to step inside a church.

‘Poor Lonesome Cowboy, RDR2’ ‘Will you go, Lassie go, Sinners’ may or may not be hints.( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)