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[ineffablehubbys]

“It’s Friday night people and we need to get it up”

David Tennent you did not just say that hahaha. The way he laughed at his own dirty joke after 😭😭

[aajjks]

FUCK! (I)

synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.

pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader

genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.

warnings. simpy simp koo. soft koo, sentimental koo, yns got some issues, relationship issues, fuckboy koo, hater yn(?), cringey, he’s so nosy, jealousy, bad first date, yn is a heartbreaker actually, they are both very blunt w each other lmaoo.

disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesn’t represent bts’ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick 👍

note. SHARE FEEDBACK AND ENJOY! xx also I’ve been having the worst migraines for the last two days so plz forgive my shitty writing.

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“You look hot, going somewhere?”

Jungkook looked at you, his eyes carefully watched you as you came out of your room, you looked up to see him, there he was, sitting against the kitchen counter with a bottle of soju in his hands.

“Thanks for confirming. Yes I am.” You replied, looking for your red heels. You had put them right outside your room at the halls walls.

“I think your heels are there.” Jungkook pointed to the opposite side of the wall and you hmm, muttering a ‘thank you’ as you pick them up and wear them.

“Goodness I think I’m kinda late already.” You huff in disappointment. Jungkook chuckles at that making you stop what you’re doing and you roll your eyes at him.

“It’s not funny, jeon.” Jungkook shrugs. “I didn’t say it was, but it’s just such a you thing, yn.” He’s got that playful smile on his lips, “you’re always late.” He states it as a matter of fact.

Your housemate is so annoying.

“Haha okay.” You reply to him sarcastically. Jungkook winks at you.

“So is it a date?”

And very nosy too.

“Why do you care? But yes.” You pick up the purse and your coat, wearing in a hurry. “I don’t know, we’ll see how it goes though.”

Jungkook nods, his lips pursed together in a straight line. “When is it going to be my turn yn?”

That question makes you stop in your tracks.

“When can I take you out on a real date?”

You sigh, “jungkook.” You don’t know how to say it, he knows the answer but he always asks the same question again and again.

“You just broke up with your girlfriend.” You remind him, grabbing your keys. “And never” It’s hard for you to be so blunt about this, but you have to be honest.

He’s not your type.

“You’re not my type.”

You hear his tongue click and he gets up from the seat to walk up to you.

“Ouch. Too bad you are my type.” He confesses. “But it’s okay. I’ll just have to wait and convince you.” He rolls his arms across his chest.

“Have fun.” He winks again and stares at you in a weird way, almost like if he was heartbroken, you gaze back at him and it makes you feel like a bitch.

but you know better.

Guys like Jungkook were never heartbroken. Guys like him broke hearts.

“Thanks jeon, you too.”

And you can’t afford to have your heart broken again.

You feel like it’s almost and truly hypocritical of you to go on a date whilst keep rejecting Jungkook.

And this is not fun either.

“Umm, I don’t really have anything fun to share about me.” You are not sure of what to say or how to make this conversation go forward.

It’s been so long since you’ve been on a date.

And this guy? You’re not too sure about what to feel about this. “It’s okay. I know it can be hard but, you do seem interesting to me,” He seems okay. But you are not too sure if you want this to go further.

And it’s not him that’s the problem.

You are.

“Also the food was quite good? No?” Your date, Hyun-Jae asks you, you smile despite your inner dilemma and nod. “Thank you, I really did enjoy this time with you.”

A lie.

You did not, actually this was a mistake, you had just wasted a nice guy’s time. Why did you even agree to this? You weren’t ready emotionally for dating again.

This was a bad decision and you feel so bad.

“So? It’s quite late now? Would you like for me to take you home?” You stand and the man follows. “Umm actually Hyun-Jae? You go ahead, I’ll manage.”

The smile of Hyun-Jae falters.

Damn, you really are a bitch

God, the guilt that’s weighing down on you has you feel suffocating, your past relationships have fucked you up so bad.

You give him a small smile and bow your head, the guy doesn’t speak a word and does the same, you pick up your stuff and pull out your wallet to get the cash out, you put it on the table and signal the waiter.

“I’m sorry.” That all you say before you leave the restaurant.

You don’t think you’re capable of dating someone anymore.

Jungkook feels so distracted.

For the last few hours, especially since you left. His mind has been fixated on the same thing.

You looked so incredibly beautiful in that dress.

And someone else had the privilege of seeing that so closely, probably. He munches on the popcorn harder, so much that he almost bites his tongue.

Jungkook wants you so bad.

The movie plays yet it fails to interest him, your thoughts are enough to keep him occupied, he doesn’t understand this infatuation that he has with you, his roommate or housemate.

You are so effortlessly beautiful, that’s for sure, you’re so different from what he’s used to when it comes to women.

You have him hooked.

But you don’t want him, you’ve made that clear since day 1. It is unfortunate for him.

But maybe it’s his karma.

Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on the large screen but the frustration doesn’t die down.

He wishes you’d want him too, give him a chance to prove that he can change. He can change for you.

Meaningless sex is actually worthless to him now, it doesn’t help him get over this huge crush that he has on you.

And his methods of ‘getting over you’ aren’t the most moralistic, they don’t help his case either.

No matter how much clear Jungkook makes his interest in you, you keep on rejecting him.

Maybe this is what he deserves for being a fuck boy.

A chance at love gone.

Before Jungkook can sulk into the couch even more, the door opens, his ears perk up at the sound of your keys juggling and he tilts his head, muting the film.

“Welcome back, yn.” He stands up as you come in, putting the bowl of popcorn down, you greet him back, shutting the door behind you.

“Hey jeon.” You look at your roommate and see a silly smile on his face. “Bad date I’m guessing?” He grabs your coat and purse as you sit down on the couch.

Your feet hurt a lot.

“Bad me.” You sigh sadly. Jungkook sits down beside you, looking at you with his brown eyes filled with curiosity.

“What do you mean?” He asks you and you close your eyes.

He’s going to think you’re so stupid.

“Yeah no I just… in the middle of the dinner with such a nice guy I realised my relationship issues. I can’t be a good partner.”

He doesn’t reply, Jungkook knows you well. His feelings pushed aside, Jungkook knows you have a lot going on.

“Jungkook I feel so bad…” you don’t look at him but he can tell you’ve got tears in your eyes. It makes his heart clench.

“Yn..” he calls out your name, moving closer to you to hold you tight. “It’s okay.” He pulls you into his embrace and you don’t resist, letting him take you into his arms.

Jungkook holds you so close to his heart.

It feels so good to him, that is a foreign feeling for him.

“It happens, you’ve been through so much. I’m sorry.” He apologises to you, “you’re perfect though, y’know?” His hands caress your shoulders.

“Even though I used to be such a fuckboy? I too used to have a ton of bad dates.” He laughs, you laugh too, it makes him happy.

“You’re still a fuckboy, koo.” You reply, and he tells you to shut up.

“That’s not the point yn. But if you feel so sad, let’s have some ice cream together and watch a movie and you can vent all you want.”

“I’ll always listen to you, your dear fuckboy is here for you!”

It only makes you laugh harder. And he can’t stop smiling like a fool hearing you laugh so beautifully.

Maybe it was better to be a simp instead of a fuckboy.

[lowkeychenle]

Like We Just Met [ZCL] (M)

Description: Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever.

Genre: Fluff (literally SO MUCH FLUFF we love Chenle in this house go away if you don't) // Smut

Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (it's actually sweet this time am I feeling okay), talks about marriage etc etc. Nothing really dark or upsetting in here.

Word Count: 11,292 (y'all I have no idea how this happened...)

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. the rest of the Dreamies)

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Author's Note: Lowkey? This was so fun because it's from Chenle's POV...or it's supposed to be haha. This is probably my favorite fic I've ever written catch me crying in the corner...also this gif don't mind the real tears in my eyes

Nobody questioned Renjun when he said he’d invited his friend to dance practice. They brought friends in every now and then, so it wasn’t anything new. Chenle was having a bit of an off day. He kept screwing up the choreography (that he’d done seven hundred times probably in the past week alone) and even accidentally elbowed Jaemin.

Renjun’s friend had yet to show up. Chenle was beyond frustrated with the way things were going, so he let everyone know he was taking a break. He grabbed his water bottle and stomped out of the practice room.

He ended up a bit down the hallway, resting his back on the wall with his eyes closed. All he needed was a break. That had to be it.

“Are you okay?” a soft voice asked.

When he looked at you, he recoiled a bit. He’d never seen you before—he’d definitely remember—but something about you felt familiar. Like a warm aura surrounded you and infiltrated him in the best ways.

“You’re Chenle, right?” You tilted your head at him. “I’m Renjun’s friend, (Y/N). I was supposed to watch practice, but I got lost. This building is pretty big.”

“Yeah, I’m Chenle.” He blinks at you a couple more times. “Um, we’re always in the same practice room. I’ll take you over there.”

“Actually, is there a place to get some water? I forgot mine at home.” You scratched the top of your head and scrunched up your nose. “It was really hot outside.”

“It’s on the way.” He gestured down the hall with his head.

You followed him without hesitation. He was acutely aware of every step you took, of how there was only a few feet between the two of you. Even though he had no clue what to say to you, you didn’t mind walking along in silence. It was unlike him to be shy. Next to impossible for him to be starstruck.

“How long have you known Renjun for?” he asked. And why the hell had you not come around sooner?

“Oh.” You took a deep breath and pursed your lips in thought as Chenle stopped to grab you a water bottle from the kitchen. “Four years now? Five? His family knows mine, so when I came back here, his parents told him he had to help me find my way around.”

“Well, today’s pretty laid back,” Chenle explains. “We’ll probably practice for another hour or two and then go home. We’ve been at it all day.”

You hum in response, opening the cap and taking a sip. “Thank you for this. Sorry to keep you from practice.”

“Don’t be. I’m ready to get the hell out of here.” Chenle chuckles, gaze drinking you in when you’re distracted by your water. “And…they can be a little…much at first. But they’re all great people, so you’ll be fine.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m nervous.” You narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

He bit back a smile, pressing his lips into a thin line instead. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Renjun has given me plenty of warnings,” you tell him.

He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t taken you to the practice room yet. The two of you stood in the kitchen, but he knew the second you were with everyone else, the conversation was over. He didn’t want to stop talking to you, and that odd feeling of warmth settled into his chest.

“Like what?” Chenle raised his eyebrows.

“He said you’re cranky and mean.” You smiled at him, and he swore he was almost knocked off his feet. There was something about you that drew him in.

Chenle made a mental note to scold Renjun later, but he’s not necessarily wrong…he was cranky until he saw you.

“Well, in that case, what he said about everyone else is probably accurate, too.”

“You don’t look cranky,” you interjected. “You’re not mean either. Mean people don’t get strangers water bottles.”

“I’m mean to Renjun. And Jisung.”

“They’re your friends. You get a pass for your friends.” You slid one of your hands into the back pocket of your jeans, rocking on the balls of your feet as silence befell the room.

“They’re waiting for me,” Chenle says. “We should go.”

You nodded in agreement and followed him. He sulked a bit when the other members were introduced to you. They were all nice—because they always were—but when it came time to get back to practice, he found himself gravitating toward you several times.

Nearly every time he looked at you, you were already looking at him, too. Maybe it wasn’t just him that felt the weird tug. He hoped it wasn’t.

After they wrapped everything up, Chenle sat against the back wall, feeling so heavy as if he could fall asleep right there. He was exhausted.

Jaemin, Jeno, Donghyuck, and Mark were already on their way out the door, leaving Jisung to slump next to Chenle and Renjun to talk with you. Jisung noted how he was watching you, but he didn’t say anything right away. He drank his water and stayed quiet.

You said something to Renjun, who smiled at you and nodded. He headed for the door and waited for you outside. When Chenle realized you were coming over to him, he shot a worried glance over at Jisung.

“Would you look at that?” Jisung cleared his throat. “Time for me to go.”

Before Chenle could even grab him, Jisung was halfway to the door. Once you were in front of him, you sat down and crossed your legs.

“You did really well today.”

He chuckled. “I think that’s the worst I’ve done this comeback season.”

“Then you’re in pretty good shape.” You shrugged, picking at the seam of your jeans. “I wanted to thank you. For helping me earlier.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” he said. “You’re Renjun’s friend. Of course, I’d help you.”

“Right.” You brushed your hair over your shoulder and prepared to stand up. “I should go—”

“Will you be coming back?” The question shot out of his mouth, sending a blush to his cheeks in response.

“I’m not sure,” you told him. “That’s up to Renjun I guess. It was really cool to see how passionate you guys are.”

“Let me give you my number.” Chenle grabbed his phone from his pocket. “Um, just in case you get lost again. And need help finding the room.” He cringed at himself, hoping he wasn’t going to get rejected.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gave him the tiniest smile, but it made his heart flutter anyway.

He handed it to you with the contact app open. You didn’t even hesitate to type in your name and number. After, you sent yourself a text, and Chenle heard it ring in your back pocket. You gave it back to him, grinned, and left him sitting there in shock.

He couldn’t choose between staring at you as you left and looking down at your contact open on his screen. His stomach twisted with nerves, but the second he saw the smiley face emoji you’d put next to your name, he already knew.

You were going to be someone to him.

Mark drops something in the kitchen, snapping Chenle out of it. He looks at you, and you smile back at him. With you pressed into his side and your legs over his lap, he can’t help but grin right back.

His hand rests on your thigh, thumb sliding gently back and forth as he presses a kiss to your temple. He’d never get used to this.

After returning from the kitchen, Mark allows the game to resume. His nose scrunches as he glances between you and Chenle. “That’s a weird ass question.”

“Not weird.” Chenle shakes his head. “Critical thinking, Mark, you should try it.”

“Oh, be nice.” You shove his shoulder.

For a while now, Chenle has felt his feelings growing more than he thought possible. He’s already in love with you (thankfully, since you’ve been together almost a year now), but something about you lately has him on a whole other level. Even then, he’s not sure what it is. He decides he’ll ride it out for a while and see where it takes him.

“Why would you ask your girlfriend what year she’d take a time machine back to? Shouldn’t she be like…happiest now?” Mark asks, sipping on whatever mixed drink he’d prepared in Chenle’s kitchen.

“You’d think.” Chenle snorts, leaning back against the couch and throwing his arm around you.

“He asks me questions like this all the time,” you tell Mark. When you steal a glance at your boyfriend, his breath catches in his chest.

What the hell is going on with him lately? He can’t concentrate around you (even more than usual) and every tiny thing you do has his heart hammering against his ribcage. Soon enough, he’s sure you’ll both hear the bones crack.

“Has anyone, by chance, ever told you two that you’re gross?” Mark chuckles to himself and leans back in the recliner. “Some of us are single and lonely, you know.”

“Some of us will never be that again,” Chenle shoots back.

“Oh, you two are the worst.” Your laugh echoes pleasantly in his ears, and he subconsciously leans closer to you.

“I am curious what your answer is, though,” Mark interjects. “Since Chenle’s so sure.”

Chenle takes a sip of his own drink, nearly cringing at the bitter taste dragging down his throat. He’s not much of a drinker—social at best. But he can still appreciate the buzz and the hazy happiness that comes with it. You take his hand that dangles over your shoulder, twirling the friendship ring wrapped around his middle finger. The action is so, so simple, yet it makes his stomach turn.

If he doesn’t figure out what the hell’s going on with him soon, he’s gonna have to separate himself from you.

“Well, you’re right.” You shrug, shuffling closer to Chenle. “This part of my life has definitely been the best. But if I could go back to any time, it would probably be when we met. You only get to meet Zhong Chenle once in your life, dude. I’d do it over and over again if I could. The second I saw him, I knew he would be important to me.”

Chenle thinks back to the moment he first saw you. The way he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you like an actual child or the way he took in every detail of you to store in his mind forever—just in case he never got to speak to you again. He pauses, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he analyzes your answer.

Mark groans. “That doesn’t count! That was last year.”

Grabbing the pillow next to him, Chenle throws it at his friend. “Leave her alone, it was a good answer.”

But when he contemplates that thought, he’s not sure he understands what you mean. His ears burn, the tips of them turning red as he recalls how embarrassingly nervous he was around you all the time. How awkward all of your firsts together were. Everything now is so much better than back then.

Not to mention he’s looked at you the same way since that first night. His feelings for you have grown, sure, but those butterflies he used to get still torment him just about every time he sees you smile.

“Why?” Chenle finally asks.

“You were so cute,” you hum, shifting closer to him. “Everything made you nervous. You almost keeled over in embarrassment when you asked to hold my hand.”

Mark laughs, and Chenle sends a glare his way. No part of that is even anywhere near funny.

“Okay, it's your turn.” Mark gestures at you.

Chenle resists the urge to reach over and touch your face. Usually, he’s so much better about being so clingy in front of his friends and, while he would prefer Mark not seeing this side of him, he couldn’t care less when his gaze is locked with yours.

“Cool.” You nod, taking a sip of your drink. “Both of you. Hypothetical situation. Let’s say you’re drunk. You walk into a room and everyone you’ve ever loved is in there. Like…loved. Who are you going to?”

“Dude.” Mark’s jaw drops. “That’s such a shitty question for me.”

“You’ll live,” Chenle replies. “Just romantic love?”

“All of it. Platonic, romantic, family.” You purse your lips in thought.

Chenle doesn’t have to think about it. Not really. He’d rather get struck by lightning and then hit by a bus right after before admitting that so easily in front of Mark. In this case, it’s always been you. From the second you spoke to him for the first time, he was irrevocably yours. 

“You.” Chenle watches your eyebrows raise.

“Be serious,” you say. “Your parents are included in that.”

“I’m serious. You.” Chenle chuckles.

You give him a pointed look, but that’s when Mark cuts in.

“No, he’s for real. Like…that legitimately happened.” Mark leans forward, elbows digging into his thighs as he rests his head in his palms. “Do you guys not remember?”

“What are you talking about?” you ask him, frowning.

Chenle remembers. Barely, and it’s a bit foggy, but it comes back like a baseball bat upside the head as Mark starts telling the story.

Chenle’s birthday party last year. The night was barely halfway through and he was drunk enough to be stumbling over his feet. He’d heard you were coming, but he had yet to see you. Even when every other feeling was numbed by the tingling sensation the alcohol left behind, his craving to see you was all that remained. 

Mark walked next to him, having a full conversation with himself since Chenle was so fog-brained. As much as he loved Mark, there was only one person he wanted to see. Everyone he knew and loved was here—his parents, the rest of his group, and Jisung had somehow forgotten to uninvite Chenle’s ex.

He only ever dated one person before you, but he wasn’t sure he ever loved her. Regardless, there she was. Even with her standing across the room from him, he kept waiting like a lost puppy.

When you walked in, he swore the whole world stopped around him. Everyone but you was moving in slow motion before they eventually faded into nothing, darkness that was emphasized by the light you were. His breath caught in his throat, and he stopped walking.

Chenle couldn’t form a coherent thought while he stared at you, drunken stupor making it so much easier to forget the embarrassment. Mark watched him curiously as Chenle made his way over to you. He refused to waste any more time when he knew you were the one he wanted to talk to.

You had always been more confident around him than he was around you. Your face lit up when you saw him, wrapping your arms around him. He secured you in his grasp, breathing in the scent of your hair and the perfume you wore.

“Happy birthday.” Your voice is muffled a bit by his T-shirt. “Sorry I’m late, took a bit longer to get ready than I thought it would.”

He knew he should’ve let you go. People were starting to notice the way he was clinging to you, and not even being drunk could excuse that behavior. He was about ready to tell everyone except you to leave. Nothing else mattered. If he could spend his birthday with you, it would be the best one yet.

It’d been two months since Renjun had introduced you to the rest of them. Which means, he’s only known of your existence for two months, and you already command so much of his brain matter that he can’t think of anyone but you. Great.

He finally (reluctantly) let you go and led you over to the rest of the group. Nobody said anything when he made Mark scoot over so you could sit next to him. Nobody questioned it. His parents would ask him about it later, but until then, there was no reason for him to worry. After all, his crush on you was the most obvious thing in the world, so it was only a matter of time before you found out about it.

By the end of the night, he hadn’t spent enough time with you. People were starting to shuffle out, but you stayed, chatting with Renjun until only four remained. Chenle’s parents had gone to bed long ago. You were almost caught up to him on drinks, your laughs longer and your movements slower.

Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have been as brave as to walk up to you and ask you to stay the night. He didn’t mean it in a suggestive way, either. He just didn’t want you to leave yet.

“Chenle,” Renjun scolds, swatting his shoulder. “You can’t ask something like that so casually.”

“You want me to stay here? With you?” Your voice was higher than normal. Chenle accredited it to the alcohol raging in your system.

“I like when you’re here.” Chenle nodded. “You make everything calm.”

Renjun scrunched up his face, slamming his forehead into his palm. “(Y/N), you should probably go home—”

“No, it’s okay.” You brushed him off. “I’m okay with staying.”

Oh, he was in love with you. There was no other explanation for the way his heart skipped a beat when those words came out of your mouth.

Chenle doesn’t remember the rest of that night, but he does recall waking up next to you in the morning and freaking out. Alcohol made him brave, but it didn’t save him from the red-hot embarrassment of the next day.

“I didn’t even realize…” you trailed off, a small smile forming on your face. “You picked me.”

“I’ll always pick you,” Chenle responds easily, like second nature.

Mark decides it’s time for him to leave, but Chenle’s mind is still reeling with memories. With all of the firsts you said you wished you could relive. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t figure out what the fuck this feeling is. As the two of you climb into bed, he’s so distracted, he can’t fall asleep, even with you curled into his chest.

“(Y/N),” Chenle groaned when he saw you in the practice room mirror. “You gotta stop showing up here if you don’t want me to fall in love with you.”

It was a joke. Sort of.

“Right, and let you forget to eat? I think not.” You fought back every time, unphased by the way he so casually admitted he’s starting to fall for you.

At least, that was his idea of admitting it.

You walked over with the bags in your hand, sitting down on the practice room floor next to him. 

“I haven’t even been here that long,” Chenle defended himself. “I would’ve eaten after I left.”

You unloaded the contents, opening boxes. “I can go if that’s what you want.”

“Not what I said.” For some reason, he felt a sudden burst of courage. He’s known you for four months at this point, and something about today felt…right. “I was serious, you know.”

“About what?” You grabbed the drinks from the carrier.

“You.”

“What?” You recoiled, looking at him in confusion.

He contemplated telling you to forget it. That it didn’t matter, and thank you for the food instead. If you didn’t feel the same way for him, he’d be devastated. And then you’d leave him for good and take all the food with you. He was starving.

“If you keep doing nice things for me, I’m gonna fall for you.” As if he hasn’t already.

You paused, but Chenle didn’t miss the blush on your face. Clearing your throat, you looked away from him and took a deep breath. His fists clenched as he awaited your rejection, but the longer the silence stretched, the more he felt you might want him to.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it,” you finally said and brushed your hair behind your ears. Reaching forward for the food again, you gave Chenle a shocked look when he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re right. I’m not going to fall for you. I already did.”

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as his words settled in the air around both of you. With his heart racing, he released your wrist and intertwined your fingers instead.

“I really, really like you.”

“You should really eat your food before it gets cold.” You pulled your hand from his and pushed the box closer to him.

He stared blankly at the wall, noting the sudden chill on his skin that you left behind. A sinking feeling encapsulated his chest, and he knew he ruined everything. You looked like you were ready to run.

“Forget I said anything,” he told you. “I’m sorry if that was weird.”

“Eat,” you commanded again. “I’m not talking about this with you until I know you’ve eaten. If you don’t, we’ll go off on a tangent and you’ll be starving all night.”

“Does that mean you—”

“Yes, Chenle.” You interrupted him. “Yes, I really, really like you too, which is why I want to make sure you eat.”

At that moment, Chenle realized that if he walked outside and randomly dropped dead, he’d be okay with it now that he’s gotten that confession out of you. There wasn’t a damn thing that could top that. Everything else in life would be subpar to today, so there was no point in trying.

You and Chenle ate in silence. He kept stealing glances at you, catching you doing the same to him. If all he had to do in order to get you to talk about your feelings with him was eat, he’d do it, albeit probably a bit too fast for his own good.

Chenle runs his fingers through his hair, his thumb tracing gentle shapes against the bare skin of your arm. These memories have no business popping up in the middle of the night. He has practice tomorrow. He’ll be so off his game, the other members will want to kill him.

Usually, he has no problem falling asleep, especially with you right beside him. Over the past year, you’ve probably spent more nights with him than you have at your own place. He teases you for it all the time, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Closing his eyes, he listens to the soft sounds of your breathing and allows himself to feel the way your body slots with his so easily. Everything about you is perfect. About the two of you together. He would toss and turn, but no way is he going to disturb you. Even if he can’t sleep, he’d never screw up your schedule on purpose.

“It’s so pretty.” You were in awe, staring at the sunset from Chenle’s backyard. He’d set up a picnic date for the two of you, and afterward, you were watching the sun fade below the treeline while lying on top of a red blanket.

His fingers were intertwined with yours, something that had become so normal for you. Two weeks since his confession, and it was the second date he planned. He wondered, obsessed over, even, what your thought process was on all of this. Were you happy? Did he make you happy?

He wanted to kiss you when he confessed to you. And while he came close to it on your first date, he decided against it. It had to be perfect. Nothing was good enough for you in his mind, especially when all he wanted was to make sure you knew just how he felt about you.

How was he supposed to tell you that?

He’d already said he fell for you, but that didn’t begin to cover it. Not really. You made him want to put in effort, made him crave your happiness like it was the very oxygen he breathed. At the same time, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t want to kiss you. Hell, he’d already dreamed of it, for fuck’s sake, so that definitely wasn’t the issue.

Lost in thought, he’s only snapped out of it by the way you rolled over, lying on your stomach so you can get a good look at his face. You rested your head on your right palm, your left finding his bicep.

“You’re so perfect,” he hummed, twirling your hair with his fingers. “Could look at you forever.”

“Some people might have an issue with that.” You laughed.

“We’re the only ones that matter,” he responded.

Your smile slowly faded, a look of longing replacing it as your gaze softened.

God, he wanted to kiss you. He needed to.

All thoughts of the perfect moment have fled from his brain. Any moment would be perfect as long as it’s you.

He sat up and you leaned forward, and before he knew it, his nose brushed yours. Your eyes fluttered shut in preparation. The heat of the sun sank into his skin. Your perfume wafted from you, intertwining with the air and suffocating him in the best ways. If he could pick one scent to smell for the rest of his life, it would be yours.

Was it normal to have these thoughts so early?

Why was he thinking of that right now? Literally the worst possible time.

“Can I?” he whispered, scared to ruin everything.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left your mouth, he kissed you. Everything about you was soft, so he shouldn’t have been so surprised to find your lips the same way. His hands shook as he touched your waist.

He was already in big trouble. There wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to stop there. His heart thudded so loud, he was halfway sure you could hear it, too. It felt like sparks flew between you two, absolute electricity coursing through every single one of his veins, heating up his bloodstream and making the thought of pulling away from you the absolute worst case scenario.

You moved away first, gasping for breath. Chenle craved tugging you back to him. His body reacted to you in ways it had never reacted to anyone else. He didn’t want to take it too far, but he sure as hell didn’t want to stop, either.

He couldn’t describe the way you felt. The way you tasted. Everything about you was so heart-achingly perfect, he wanted to experience you all the time. He wanted to rewind time so he could kiss you again for the first time, and he’d do it over and over and over again.

Something about first kisses set him on fire. He was absolutely sure he’d kiss you more. In fact, he was seconds away from it. But the adrenaline coming from the very first brush of your lips on his wasn’t something he’d ever be able to recreate.

“Again.” You leaned in once more.

He met you in the middle eagerly, hand finding the back of your head before he turned you so you were lying on your back. Half of his weight pressed against you, but he did his best to keep himself lifted up so you weren’t uncomfortable.

Unforgettable heat swarmed him, the sun caressing his skin as your fingers gently traced down the back of his neck. Goosebumps formed, but he could hardly pay attention to them. The entire world was gone, and you were everything, the only person remaining in a sea of nothingness. He wanted you. Needed you.

This was technically your second kiss, but in his mind, it was still the first since they happened almost at the same time. He hadn’t stopped to take a breath in much too long, but he’d rather suffocate than separate from you.

He stopped when your breath hitched, completely lost in the sound. When he wasn’t focusing on your mouth anymore, he realized why—his hand had somehow found its way to your upper thigh. His face burned as he removed it.

“I didn’t…” he trailed off, scanning over your face for any hint of what you were feeling. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

You chuckled at him, pushing his shoulder. “You wish that excuse would work on me.”

The sky faded into a beautiful lilac color, the kind that only appeared when the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Clouds drifted effortlessly, stars beginning to shine.

“Should we go inside?” Chenle asked. “It’ll get cold without the sun.”

Whenever he looked at you, he knew you were different. He couldn’t place how, but nobody else had ever made him feel the way you do. Like his heart was going to burst out of his chest while simultaneously stopping and also skipping every other beat. He didn’t even know how he was alive anymore.

In the last two weeks since his confession, the boys had told him how much happier he was. How he was striving with more effort lately and trying his best at any given moment of the day. You were his motivation. You made him want to be the absolute best he could be, and even as new as the relationship was, he’d already known you for months—he was nervous about you deciding you wanted something else. Someone who wasn’t him.

The moment before replayed in his head, and he heard that breath hitch on repeat while he awaited your answer. He did his best to stop thinking about it, but nothing worked. All he wanted to do was kiss you again, over and over and over until the literal end of time.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Let’s go inside.”

His cheeks redden just thinking of that memory. The first time he ever kissed you, and he royally fucked up because his hand didn’t know how to stay put. At this point, it’s clear he’s not going to be able to fall asleep. He hates the idea of leaving you in bed alone, but he’s only going to disturb you if he doesn’t plan on sleeping.

Sliding away from you carefully, he quietly gets up and heads into the kitchen. He runs his fingers through his hair. His hands down his face. He must be sentimental today, because he can’t stop thinking about you for the life of him. Every memory from the last year pokes at his head, and he has no clue how to handle it.

Patting his cheeks, he heads over to the fridge to grab a water bottle. Photos of the two of you are framed up on the wall. There’s one picture in particular he always says is his favorite, but he refuses to tell you why.

The two of you were sitting on the floor, and you had the cutest glare on your face. He sees the adoration gleaming in your gaze even though you look about ready to strangle him. In your defense, you probably were. He lets out a tiny laugh, tracing over the frame. 

There’s even one with Chenle between you and Jisung, and a group picture with you and the boys. Chenle loves his friends dearly, and the way they’ve welcomed you with open arms says a lot about both your relationship with them and his potential future with you. Everyone in his life loves you. You’re the one they call when Chenle’s upset or if he’s off his game, and no matter when or where this is happening, you show up to make him feel better.

He could be having the worst day of his entire existence, and a simple ‘I love you’ passing from your lips has him forgetting everything shitty about the world. Looking back at the pictures, he’s drawn back into memory.

He heard the birds outside his window before he saw the gleaming sun. His eyes fluttered open while he groaned quietly at the sudden change of brightness. Your body was like a fireball, your skin searing hot against his, but it did little to bother him. His groan turned into a sigh of content, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter. Fingertips trailing down your bare spine, he kissed your forehead.

Three months together, and every night spent with you made him fall deeper in love. He’d never known peace as he did at that moment. No interruptions, just the two of you basking in each other’s embrace.

He could’ve stayed like that forever—he wanted to, but glancing at the clock, he realized how close it was to noon. Jaemin would be there soon, and the last thing Chenle needed was him in his house when you were naked in his bed.

He reluctantly got up, dressing himself before grabbing some clothes for you. You have a drawer, multiple, actually, but he picked his own T-shirt for you to wear. When he made it over to you, you were stirring.

“You got up.” You pouted at him, staring at him through half-closed eyes. “And you have clothes on.”

Chenle laughed. “Sorry, love. Jaemin will be here soon.”

“It’s that late?” you asked.

Chenle nodded, setting the clothes down next to you. He kissed you softly, gently, a kiss so barely there it left you leaning forward to try to continue it. Cupping your cheek, he brushed his thumb along your skin.

You didn’t need help getting dressed, but he did it anyway. He loved the way you looked in his T-shirts, and even though it’s long enough to cover you, no way he’d risk it. Once you were finished, the two of you got ready for the day. You brushed your teeth together, he watched you brush your hair, and by the time you’re done, Jaemin was walking in the front door.

The three of you sat on the floor around Chenle’s coffee table, playing a game. He can’t remember what the game was anymore, only that you were terrible at it and that he loved winning.

Jaemin teased both of you the whole time, ruffling Chenle’s hair on multiple occasions. As much as he’d love to deny it, Chenle enjoyed that Jaemin liked the two of you together. It was almost like an affirmation, even if he didn’t need one.

Being the professional picture-snapper he was, Jaemin took the picture now hanging up on Chenle’s wall. You, with your arms crossed over your chest and a big pout on your face, and Chenle, smiling widely at you with such adoration in his eyes it should’ve been impossible.

“Lele?” Your soft voice breaks him away from his memory. He turns to you quickly, heart instantly halting in his chest when he sees his shirt on you.

“What are you doing up?” he asks.

“I was gonna ask you that.” You rub your eyes, feet shuffling on the floor as you walk over to him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he replies and takes you in his arms with ease. “Didn’t want to bug you, sunshine.”

You don’t respond. All you do is bury your head in his chest and breathe him in. He runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. With all the lights off, the only illumination is the full moon outside as it casts shadows on the ground. The faint blue makes you that much more ethereal to him.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Mm,” you hum in response. “This is nice.”

Chenle smiles. “Yeah, it is. Always is.”

After a bit of silence and rocking you gently, an idea sparks. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, finding the playlist he made specifically for when he thinks about you, and sets it on the counter. You stare at him in tired confusion, but when one of his arms wraps around your waist, you catch on.

“What are you doing?” Humor is laced in your voice, but the sweet look on your face tells him his actions are making you happy. That’s his goal, constantly. All he wants is to make you happy.

“Checking something off the bucket list,” he replies, slowly turning you to the soft beat.

“Something’s missing,” you say as he twirls you.

He steals a glance at the way his shirt rides up your legs, showing just a peek of your panties beneath it.

“What?” he asks, pulling you back to him.

“Sing to me.” You place your hand on his chest.

His heart betrays him at that moment. It rages, and he knows you can feel it. Chenle sings in front of thousands of people all the time, but something about you is different. Something about you right now is different.

“What’s going on up in there?” You run your fingers through his hair. “You’ve been all weird today.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he admits. “Everything. From the moment we met up until this…it keeps repeating over and over again.”

“Welcome to my world,” you replied, grasping his shoulders. You massage them gently as you sway along with the music.

The confession from you makes him smile. At least he’s not the only one doing constant circles in his head. He calms a bit, and when a new song plays, he sings to you. Your body immediately relaxes into his, as if every stress you’ve ever had has left you without hesitation.

Chenle loves to sing. He does it all the time, and he only wants to keep getting better. To have someone like you as his partner, someone who supports him endlessly and genuinely loves his voice…it’s unparalleled.

He’s not sure how long the two of you are like this, or how long he’s singing for, but song after song, all he knows is that you’re smiling. You’re looking at him with unmatched adoration in your eyes, pure love. Nobody else has ever looked at him in this way, and he doesn’t want them to.

He wants to stay here with you and watch you love him in ways he’s never been loved before.

He stops. His singing fades out, and he furrows his eyebrows as he finally, finally realizes what’s been happening to him. You tilt your head, able to ask him questions without saying anything. His chest feels like it’s going to burst.

You’re it. 

You’re everything, and he’s going to marry you.

He’s going to spend the rest of his life striving to make sure you love him as much as you do right now, if not more.

It seems like you feel it, too. Your face softens and you reach up to trace along his cheekbone. He leans into your touch, chasing the warmth like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel it.

“I…” He takes a deep breath, shaking his head slowly. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

“I know.” You grin so wide, Chenle almost thinks it’ll split your face in two.

“Good.” He brushes your hair behind your ear. “I hope I’m doing a good job in showing you that every day.”

You pause, hands trailing down from his cheeks to his shoulders. “I have never once doubted that you love me, Lele. Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“I promise you I’ve never felt better,” he replies. “Just checking in with you.”

“You do so much more than you realize. No matter how busy you are, you text me to tell me you love me or that you’re thinking about me. You practice non-stop with the boys but you still make an effort with me when you could easily use that as an excuse. There is not one thing I could ask for that you don’t already do.” You press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll never doubt you.”

“Sometimes I worry,” he admits. “You make me…want to be better. In every way possible. In my career, in my life, with you. And if I’m not being better every day, then I don’t deserve you.”

“Chenle.” You give him a pointed look. “When I think back to the first day we met, I remember how…how you acted from the first time you spoke to me. At the time, I really thought I was crazy, but I knew you’d be someone to me. You didn’t even know me, but you were so kind. And now that we’re here like this, you haven’t changed. There’s no getting better. You’re already the best.”

“How do you do that?” He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“Do what?”

“Know exactly what to say.”

“That’s my special talent,” you tell him.

“We should get back to bed,” Chenle says, sleep weighing on him. “Meeting the boys tomorrow.”

He grabs his phone from the counter, his heart full and warm as he leads you back to his bedroom. This time, as he’s lying with you pressed to his chest, he’s able to fall into his dreamland.

Despite his lack of sleep, Chenle is full of energy the next day. He wakes up and makes you coffee just the way you like before sitting on the edge of the bed by your sleeping form. When he sets the cup on the nightstand, you stir, turning over to face him.

“You’re gonna be late,” you mumble, even though you have no idea what time it is.

Chenle chuckles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit, okay? You can stay here if you want. Wanted to tell you I love you before I left.”

“Love you, too,” you say with a tired smile, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Drink your coffee before it gets cold. I’ll grab dinner for us on my way back.”

Walking away from you feels like someone’s trying to rip his heart out of his chest. You’re an extension of him at this point, and after his sudden realization last night, all he wants to do is spend the day curled up with you.

Luckily for him, his day passes by pretty quickly. He got a lot done today, and he was proud of that. You’d be proud of him, too. He’s itching to get home and tell you everything that happened. Staying true to his word, he picks up your favorite takeout.

He’s going to be honest with you about what was going on with him yesterday. It’s the right thing to do—and in a perfect world, you’ll feel the same way he does. He hasn’t felt this nervous since he admitted his feelings for you. Even though that side of him feels worlds away now, he remembers it like it was yesterday.

But the restaurant isn’t the only stop he makes.

He’s shaking by the time he gets back. Is a year really enough time? It is for him, but what if you think he’s insane?

When he arrives, he’s not expecting what you’ve done at all. The main lights are off, but a dim golden glow from the strips along the wall and the candles illuminate the room enough. He sets the bag down on the table, completely forgetting about the food as he searches for you.

“(Y/N)?”

“You’re earlier than I thought you’d be,” you tell him, walking out of his bedroom while still putting in an earring.

His throat dries. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words could ever justify the way you look right now. You put on a dress, one of his favorites, and he’s in jeans and a T-shirt.

You kiss his cheek. “I figured you deserve something nice to come home to.”

“You’re my something nice.” He wraps his arm around your waist. “Should I change?”

“We’re not going anywhere.” You shake your head. “Just relax and enjoy your gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Oh, I can get on board with that.” He allows you to lead him back to the table.

Once he’s taking the food out of the bag, he keeps stealing glances at you. You put in all this effort for him, and he knows how much work it must’ve been to hang up all these lights. The golden glow looks ethereal against your skin.

“Before we eat, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He clears his throat to stop it from collapsing in on itself, but it doesn’t work.

“What’s up?” You set your elbow on the table and rest your head on your palm. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s perfect, actually.” He takes a deep breath, reaching to grab your free hand. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You bite back a laugh.

“You can’t make fun of me for what I’m about to tell you.” He gives you the most serious look he can muster, and you nod.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you reassure him. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I…I want to love you forever.” He gulps. “And when I think of everything we’ve gone through and been through together, I seriously can’t imagine ever trying to have anyone else fill this spot you hold in my life.”

You perk up a bit, gaze staring into his. God, he loves how interested you are in what he has to say. How you’re listening to him so intently. His thumb rubs over your knuckles as he tries to think of the words he wants to use.

“I want to marry you. Call me crazy if you want, tell me you hate the idea, that’s fine, but I had to tell you. We obviously can’t get married now, or probably any time soon because of my contract, but I want you to know that it’s what I want. It’s what’s going to happen if you want it, too.”

You clear your throat and cover your mouth with your hand, eyes welling. Chenle’s heart aches seeing this reaction, knowing you feel as strongly as he does. He reaches into his pocket and puts a small box on the table in front of you.

“It’s not the real thing. Not yet. But I want you to know how serious I am, because if I was able to marry you, I would’ve done it yesterday.” He opens it, revealing a simple band in it. “Subtle enough where people won’t ask questions, but we’ll know.”

“Chenle, are you being serious right now?” You sniffle. “This is a very cruel prank.”

“The guys and I sat down together today to write a song. I think you’ll love it, so when we record it I’m sneaking you a copy. Anyway, we were there for twenty minutes, and words were just flowing out of me. I wrote about you. About how you make me feel, and I think anyone who knows about us will understand that when they listen to the song.”

He pauses to swallow past the lump in his throat.

“I want you. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life proving to you why I deserve that. Let me put this ring on you, and this can be the start.”

You quickly wipe your face as you nod. He takes your left hand, grabs the ring out of the box, and slips it on your middle finger.

“One day, this will be real.” Chenle catches another one of your tears. “I love you. There is not one thing in this world that could change that.”

His heart pounds in his chest as he watches your reaction. He wants to touch you and kiss you after pouring his thoughts out to you, but he needs to make sure you’re feeling the same way. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you.

His palms are sweaty and he can barely sit still. You groan, giving one last aggressive swipe below your eyes before you launch up from your chair and end up in his lap. You bury your head in his neck, squeezing him tighter than you should. He instinctively wraps his arms around your waist, softly chuckling at your outburst.

“You better not change your mind.” Cupping both of his cheeks, you try your best to look angry. “If you do, I’m marrying you anyway.”

His own vision blurs at the sight of you. You love him as much as he loves you, and you want to be with him forever.

You want to be with him forever.

The emotions rioting inside him surprise even him, and he blinks quickly to try and suppress the tears. It’s no use, because as soon as you notice, you start crying again. He groans and drops his head back on the chair, squeezing you closer to him.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Chenle says.

“Kiss me, you idiot.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His mouth finds yours, both of you falling into each other’s rhythm. Saltiness from your tears lingers on your lips. He weaves his fingers through your hair, but no matter what he does, you’re just not close enough.

Pulling away from you, he rests his forehead on yours. “You should eat, sunshine.”

“You expect me to be able to eat after all of that?” You furrow your eyebrows. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

“You’ll be sad if it gets cold,” he reminds you.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be sad again,” you whisper.

All thoughts escape him. Nothing else exists except for you, wrapped around him like a damn koala bear. He rests his hand on your thigh and lets your words sink deep into him.

Moments like these are hard to explain, he thinks. He’s only like this around you, so lost in his connection with you that he’s got nothing else on his mind. Anything and everything you say to him is tattooed in the darkest ink on his soul, until he’s covered in everything he wants to be for you.

“Promise me you’ll always look at me like that.” You break the silence, running your fingers through his hair and smiling.

“I promise.” He nods, barely realizing how he’s leaning forward.

Your eyes flutter shut as he inches closer. He kisses you softly, almost as if he fears he’ll break you. His fingers splay out across the small of your back and he traces shapes into the soft fabric of your dress. You’re overwhelming. His love for you is, too. So much so, he feels as if he’s going to burst out of his skin. He’s going to wake up and everything will have been a dream, because there’s no way he’d ever done anything in his life to deserve someone like you.

You hum into his mouth, rolling your hips once. His breathing stutters as his first instinct is to lift toward you. At first, he wants to stay like this, you clinging onto him like you’d be lost without him, but when you grind down a second time, he feels a twitch in his pants.

It’s been over a week since the last time he’s been inside you thanks to his schedules. And now you’re on top of him, wearing his favorite dress of yours, and kissing him like you’ll never be able to feel him again after tonight.

He’s tired, but he’s never too tired for you. Brushing your hair away, he leans down to kiss your neck, licking the expanse of your soft skin. Your pulse thunders beneath his tongue, and he has to fight the urge to bite down.

Touching you like this is different when he knows he’ll never lose you. You’re his forever.

His lips press against the sensitive spot below your ear, and the short moan escaping you just about sends him up the wall. When he pulls away to get a good look at you, your eyes are dark, lips already swollen from the way he kissed you.

He tries to catch his breath while he silently asks you if this is what you want. You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Standing, he lifts you up until your legs are secure around his waist, and he grabs your ass with one hand and the back of your head with the other.

Mouths attached, he doesn’t separate from you until he’s setting you down on his bed. He barely has time to appreciate the candles you lit in here, too, the soft scent of vanilla flooding his senses. You already try to push his T-shirt up, anything to feel his skin on yours. He obliges, pulling it over his head before returning to kissing you like his life depended on it. When your hands find the button on his jeans, he grabs your wrist.

“Patience, baby.” Chenle runs his fingers up and down your thigh. “We have the rest of our lives. Let me take my time with you tonight.”

Just like that, you’re putty in his hands. He smirks at the realization. Sneaking his touch up your leg, the hem of the dress moves to accommodate him. He stops when he feels the lace of your panties.

“Did you dress up for me twice, sunshine?” he hums.

“Always,” you say, shamelessly staring at his lips. “Do you love me, Chenle?”

His whole body vibrated from those words. They made him feel at a frequency he hadn’t quite reached yet, and all he wanted to do was rip that damn dress off.

“More than anything.”

He can’t really say it’s ‘like second nature’ anymore. There’s nothing second about it. This is you. Anything to do with you is first nature, no matter what it is. His world revolves around you, everything he does is based on what you want, and he wouldn’t change that in any way.

“Show me,” you whisper, so intoxicating he almost crumbles to his knees right in front of you.

How embarrassing that all it takes is two words to have him give in to you. He’s straining against his pants now, his cock aching to be free and buried inside you.

“Don’t worry. I will.” He kisses you again, soft and sweet like his hand isn’t so, so close to your dripping, eager core. Heat radiates from you, and all he wants is to be consumed by it.

He drags your panties down your legs, nails gently scratching your skin on the way down. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you try to regain your breath, but he loves the way you’re so desperate for him. The way you want him just as much as he wants you.

He doesn’t want to be patient anymore. Every cell in his body is urging him to connect with yours, but he wants to take care of you. That side of him always wins, otherwise both of you would probably be done already.

His finger dances along your entrance. He inhales sharply as your wetness coats his skin. You move your hips toward him, practically begging him for stimulation. He teasingly nudges your clit, pleasantly surprised by the way your body jolts.

Mouth brushing yours, he takes the second of distraction to slide two fingers inside you. As your lips part to release a moan, he mirrors the action, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly, slowly thrusts his hand.

Your walls squeeze so hard, he curses. He could fuck you a thousand times, and you’d still be as tight as you are right now. His heart goes straight into overdrive, but all the blood in his body is shooting down to his cock. He’s painfully hard, rocking back and forth gently.

He kisses you, lips working against yours in a perfect harmony. Your sounds are his favorite. He loves knowing it’s him making you feel this way, that he has the power to make your knees weak and your pussy throb.

He lets out a moan when he scissors his fingers, trying his best to prepare you. God, you’re so warm and wet and tight, he isn’t sure if he’ll be able to last long tonight. His pace quickens, sounds of your slickness filling the room.

You call out his name, back arching as you grasp desperately at his shoulders. He leans in and kisses your cheek, making sure to press his palm into your clit every time he’s knuckle deep. 

“You’re perfect, baby,” he whispers with his lips against your ear, voice rough. “I love you so much. So fucking much.”

You tense, pussy clamping down hard on his fingers as your hips buck. He swears he can see the pleasure running up your spine in the way you arch and shake. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he’s not in the right mind to care. Your mouth opens, sounds pouring out as you finish. He loves you all the time, but one of his favorite looks on you is when he watches you orgasm—your face so overcome with pleasure he caused…he would never get enough of it.

He keeps moving until he’s sure you’ve come down from your high. When he brings his fingers up to his mouth to suck your juices off, you watch longingly, the dark look in your gaze enough to have his cock twitching in his pants.

You slide off the bed, forcing him to take a couple steps back. He’s not sure what you’re going to do at first. Your struggle to reach your zipper, and as much as he wants to bend you over with the dress still on, he wants to be gentle with you tonight. He doesn’t get to make love to you often, and that’s all he’s going to do tonight.

Instead of watching you attempt to reach it, he turns you around and pulls you to him until your back is against his chest. His hand is splayed out across your stomach, holding you so you feel how hard he is.

“I’m going crazy,” you mutter, dropping your head back. “I need you so bad.”

He moves your hair out of his way, kissing the base of your neck quickly before he unzips you. Moving slowly on purpose, he lets his finger drag along your spine on the way down. You shiver, pushing yourself back into him.

“I’m gonna make love to you.” He finally lets himself bite down on your shoulder as he nudges the straps down. “For the rest of our lives. Nobody but me.”

“Nobody but you,” you respond, allowing the dress to pool at your feet.

He turns you around, hands immediately finding your ass and squeezing it. Within seconds, he has your bra unclasped and across the room. “So beautiful.”

When your hands find his jeans, he doesn’t stop you this time. You push them down his legs, desperate to have him inside you. Once his jeans are off, you palm him through his boxers, and he needs you so badly, that simple touch almost finishes him off. That would’ve been embarrassing.

He takes off the remaining fabric separating you two before leading you over to the bed. You lie in the middle, and he climbs on top of you. He kisses you passionately, tongue already dancing with yours, both of you more than ready. His cock is so hard, he’s only half convinced he won’t cum as soon as he’s in.

He nudges your clit with his leaking tip, moving down to your entrance to apply just enough pressure before pulling away. You whine, desperate for more.

“Chenle, please.”

His head dips down as he continues teasing you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. You whimper, running your fingers through his hair. Having you so desperate for him makes him want to give you everything you’re asking for, but something makes him wait.

“Please,” you cry out, lifting your hips up. “Need you.”

He’s ready to fall apart from you words alone. Pulling away from your chest, he reaches down to line himself up with you. He watches you closely as he pushes his throbbing cock into your quivering pussy. Your eyes roll back as you arch into him.

Your walls swallow him, velvet clamping down on him. He clenches his jaw as he bottoms out and fists the sheets next to your head.

“So perfect,” he whispers, kissing your jawline.

One of his favorite things about you is how unafraid you are to look at him. Pleasure weighs on your eyelids, and you try your best not to close them, but even like this, you never look away.

He’s fully inside you, his cock seated within your fluttering walls. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm you, so he gently rocks his hips to help you adjust. He kisses you everywhere he can reach.

“You always take me so well,” he praises you, nipping the base of your neck.

He’ll never get over how perfectly he fits between your legs, like this space was made for him.

“Move,” you tell him, smacking his shoulder.

He lets out a soft chuckle, but lowers his mouth to yours as he starts a steady pace. You squeeze him so tight, it’s like your body doesn’t want to let him out of you. He pulls out until his tip is barely inside, and then pushes back in just as slowly. It wreaks havoc on your body, your wetness squelching every time he moves.

He wants you to feel all of him. Feel the entirety of his cock rubbing your walls with every thrust.

Somehow, it’s hotter this way. A thin sheen of sweat covers his skin as he takes his time with you. Sure, he gets sweaty when he fucks you, but nothing compares to the close intimacy of love making—his chest brushing against yours with every thrust, long, sweet moans filling the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“You sing so pretty,” Chenle mutters, tonguing the sensitive spot below your ear. “You like the way I feel?”

Before he can even process what you’re doing, you wrap your legs around his waist and roll until you’re on top of him. He’s flat on his back, eyes flitting along your body like he hasn’t had a real chance to see it yet.

Candle light illuminates your skin, and the sight makes his cock twitch. He runs his hands along your sides, squeezing your hips.

Chenle likes being in control. He likes guiding you in a way that has you both in shambles by the end, and he truly underestimated how beautiful you’d look on top of him. You lift up, teasing him as slow as he was moving with you, but between the sight and the feeling, he feels an all too-familiar tingling sensation at the base of his length.

It’s too soon for him, so he decides to tug you down, holding you there while his eyes close and his head thuds against the mattress. He doesn’t need to say a word to you.

“Chenle.” You stroke a hand down his chest. “It’s okay. You don’t need to hold back for me.”

“Just…need a second.” He gulps.

When he finally catches his breath, he sits up, chest pressing against yours.

“This was supposed to be about you,” he says, moving back slightly to fit his hand between the two of you. “Showing you my love and everything.”

He finds your clit with his thumb, staring at you intently as your wetness makes it easy for him to rub circles. His other hand still firmly grips your waist, which only allows you to squirm instead of bouncing on him like you crave to do.

“I need to move,” you whimper, grinding down. “Please.”

He nods, loosening his grip on you. You brace yourself on his shoulders, finally taking his cock the way you want it. His nails dig into your thigh while he continues his work on your bud, and it only spurs you on. You move faster, no doubt trying to chase your orgasm.

His moans get louder, matching yours. If his hands weren’t so occupied, he’d want to squeeze your ass or tweak your nipples. Anything to bring you higher. He changes the patterns his thumb rubs, and it’s like a jolt of electricity runs through your body.

You curse, dropping your head on his shoulder as you nod. “Don’t stop, Lele.”

With both of you hanging so close to the edge, he waits until you’re sitting back down on his cock to buck his hips up. He doesn’t want to finish first, but he’s so close, all the warning signs of his impending high are getting far too real.

“Gonna cum,” he tells you, releasing your thigh to grab your ass.

Your walls clamp down on him hard, a long, pleasured sound escaping you as you grind down on him. Back arching, your head falls back. Your orgasm hits both you and Chenle like a freight train, and within seconds, everything inside him explodes, and he’s spilling his cum deep inside you while telling you over and over again that he loves you.

You crumple into his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, whispering praises to you between head kisses.

“I’m gonna lay you down, sunshine,” he says.

You nod, and he turns you so he can put your back on the mattress. He carefully pulls out of you, putting his boxers back on before going into the bathroom to grab you a towel. This is one of his favorite ways to see you. Your eyes are closed, hands on your cheeks. You look like he’s fucked all the energy out of you, and he loves that he has the capability to do that.

He cleans you up, then grabs a clean pair of panties for you and one of his T-shirts.

“I have an idea,” he says.

“What is it?” You wrap your arms around him.

“You pick whatever movie you want, and I’ll go warm up your dinner?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

You fake a gasp. “Are you saying you’re going to feed me in bed?”

“After all of that, I’d agree to just about anything you want.” He chuckles when you shove his shoulder. Grabbing your hand, he twirls the band on your finger. “Wait here for me?”

When he walks out of the room, he stops at the doorway to watch you excitedly lunge for the remote. It doesn’t take long for him to warm up the food, turn off the lights, and blow out the candles in the kitchen.

The rest of the night is spent with the two of you sitting against the headboard, laughing along to your favorite movie while eating your favorite takeout. So many thoughts have come and gone from Chenle’s brain in the past couple days alone, but he’s more than happy he gets to sit here with you every night for the rest of his life.

He’s lost in your laugh and the way you smile at him and how you make his heart race with the simplest things. None of the other members knew about the ring he bought you, but he’ll tell them soon.

After the food is gone, Chenle cleans it up. There’s still half a movie left, so when he gets back, he pulls the comforter back so you can cuddle up to him for the remainder. Even though the candles have long since been put out, vanilla still clouds the air.

“Love you,” Chenle whispers, kissing your temple.

“Love you, too.” You sigh in content, resting your head on his chest.

He knows that means you’re only seconds from sleep, and he rubs your arm soothingly. The movie continues to play, but neither of you are paying attention anymore—you’re asleep, and Chenle’s thinking about what kind of wedding dress you’ll wear.

[goingmerryfics]

Hi I love your fics and I think the ‘sitting on their lap while they’re not paying attention’ is so cute! Could you do that prompt with Enel and Shanks? 👉👈 sfw plz

Sitting in their lap while they’re not paying attention - w/ Enel, & Shanks 

Content: Gender neutral reader, SFW

Notes* Enel has never come to mind when writing these little prompts so this is new! I had to go back and watch a bit of Skypiea to remember what he's like haha. Shank’s gets a little handsy, but nothing dramatic.

Enel

Enel cannot be caught off guard, but he’ll tolerate your mischievous ways if he likes you well enough

So when you casually stroll up to his makeshift throne and plop yourself down, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t say a word at first, or even react too much past smirking behind your gaze.

He’s laid out in a lazy position, so sitting on his lap is a little awkward- but you manage by shifting yourself forward. You can’t see his face at this angle, but maybe that’s a good thing

He’s confident, and this little maneuver is not going to fluster him. He is intrigued, though.

His amusement for the situation is painted all over his face, even if you can’t see that from where you’re sitting

“Ah, sitting in the lap of power itself. I suppose I can't blame you.”

He shifts and sits up as he speaks, careful not to move you off of him

Knowing that he approves your antics now, you can actually release the tension in your shoulders with a sigh and lean back in your spot

One hand reaches around your body to put a hand on your cheek and turn your head to look directly at him

“Were you trying to fluster me? I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than that if you want to see me blush. Still, I appreciate how direct you are. Perhaps I can have you do this more often.”

He sticks to his word on that, too. Whenever he’s sat in his seat for whatever reason, he makes sure to call for you so you can accompany him, especially for meals

You’ve kind of become his little pet in a way

Shanks

Shanks is wasted when you swing over the barstool and place yourself in his lap

It’s so smooth and easy to do, there’s really a multitude of ways you could ‘catch him off guard’, which makes you question how he’s become so feared sometimes

He's so focused on finishing his drink that he doesn't even really notice the added weight

His arm immediately wraps around your middle, both to keep you close and also to keep himself from falling off the stool

He mumbles something in his drunken state, which you can kind of translate into, “What tricks are you up to?”

He doesn’t even waste time before he pulls you in for a kiss, too. He tastes like whiskey and an incoming hangover

His hand goes from your back to your hips with obvious intention, but you stop him where he’s at, knowing he’s heavily under the influence and it would be unwise to let him go too far

“Come on now, where’d that shyness come from?”

He barely gets the words out. He looks like he’s going to pass out

Not a minute later, you and Benn are carrying him to his room on the ship as he snores, limp in both of your arms

You leave him a glass of water and some painkillers at his bedside since he’ll need them in the morning, but you don’t actually see him until the following afternoon

You ask if he’d partied too hard, and he laughs before he pulls you close to him just like he did last night

“I may have been drunk off my ass, but I still remember a certain someone sitting on my lap.”

You really didn’t think that he would’ve remembered that, and he laughs at how red you go so quickly

[mistydeyes]

a collection of random late night thoughts from a high reader

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summary: After another successful mission in Amsterdam, you enjoy the trip a little too much and won’t stop texting your team.

pairing: 141, laswell, konig x platonic!reader

warnings: swearing, implied drug use

a/n: haha enjoy this light hearted shit post

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As you said goodnight to Price and Gaz following a beautifully executed mission in Amsterdam, you pulled out a small baggie of goodies you had gotten that day. You perched the window open and lit your joint as you admired the quiet ambiance of the safe house. Amsterdam sure has the good shit as you finished and grabbed your phone, ready to spew all of your high thoughts.

r/n: Lt. why did you think it was a good idea to get an angsty teen's drawing on your arm?

ghost: captain, i thought you said you didn't let them get anything while in amsterdam

r/n: shhh don't tell dad i bought drugs

price: just let them live, Lieutenant, at least you're not in the same house as them

r/n: who do you think would be taller? gaz on ghost‘s or soap on konig’s shoulders?

ghost: no one respond, don’t patronize them

konig: logistically, it’s me and soap (*disliked by ghost and gaz*)

r/n: ever since i joined, SAS stands for Sexy Ass Soldiers

price: keep this up and i’ll have you transferred

r/n: only if you want it to go back to Special Air Service

r/n: i assigned you all spirit animals: ghost - black cat, soap - one of those mice they give meth too to see what happens, price - cougar

gaz: what about me?

r/n: a gazelle, idiot, it’s in your name

price: this is how you spend your time in amsterdam?

r/n: when graves betrayed you, you should’ve said “we’re in grave danger”

soap: we should’ve left you in las almas (*emphasized by ghost*)

r/n: okay new field strategy! what if we all put lube on ourselves, then we could never be captured because we would just ~slip away~

ghost: what the actual fuck

r/n: soap just looks like he would comically snore like in cartoons

r/n: this motherfucker lets out a snore followed by mimimimi💤😴

soap: why would you hurt me like that

r/n:

r/n: shepherd is the bootleg version of mr. clean

gaz:…you’re not wrong

r/n: and graves was the walmart version of glen powell

ghost: okay you have a point

r/n: captain what was it like when you got your first tv in color?

price: how old do you think i am?

r/n: i post myself up for adoption, laswell plz adopt me

laswell: please go to sleep, sergent

r/n: only if you and your wife tuck me in <3

r/n: okay poll time! who do you think could kill someone with their thighs?

price, gaz, konig, laswell, and ghost have left the chat

soap: personally, i think it's Lt.

r/n: nah my money is on laswell

[cookie-crumblr]

Chubby F! Housewife Reader x M! Yandere OC Jasper

Part 4

Part 1 here!

MINORS DNI!

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, non-con somno touching, reader has hair(not described just “in face”, pet names for reader(pretty, ), age regression? kinda a little, names called not by ML(bitch, ), TW ED AND WEIGHT MENTIONED NEGATIVELY(ily fellow girlies and NB’s and boys with ED’s please be warned!), just sad kinda vibes, short part(getting back into it sorry luv yas!) ABUSIVE HUSBAND omg sorry i forgot the wholeass theme

(i know i gave us all so many options XD also i deleted the wholeass ending of the last post?? i confused myself lol so sorry ignore the weirdness plz idk why i did that)

Song rec: a lot on ur plate, by Father

“O-oh this? hah, I uh-uhm, fell, haha, yeah, it was really embarrassing, to be honest.” You rub your arm bashfully, hoping he’ll drop it.

Fell.

On your eye?

Sure.

He smiles softly at you, offering silent consolation for whatever you do not wish to admit. Then he steps back and let’s you inside.

Once inside his eccentricly vaporwave home, he leads you to his game room. It’s fully decked out with two multi-monitored setups, and a humungous T.V. The cable management is immaculate-meaning: You don’t see a single one, it’s beautiful even if you aren’t really into this stuff, you can see the care and dedication he’s put into his hobby, just the same as the rest of his house.

“Wow Jasper! This is so cool!! Your place is really awesome! I don’t know if i’ve told you that yet, but i’m obsessed!” You motion towards the room to show off your point.

He glows sheepishly, he’s used to complements on his appearance sure, but on something so personal to him, and by you, of course he’s a little embarrassed. He’s so ecstatic too. “Thanks pretty~”

He starts setting up for a movie, handing you a box stack of thrillers and slashers to choose from, how cute, physical copies! You wonder if these are his faves, or if he just buys dvd’s for every movie he watches.

You pick one toward the middle, it’s old, like really old. Killer Clowns from Outer Space.

“A classic, truly ahead of its time.”

~

You’ve fallen asleep on Jasper’s couch somehow, even after the amount you’ve slept this past week.

You felt so calm near him, so safe and relaxed, you’re gonna feel so bad when you wake up, but for now, this is the best rest you’ve gotten in months.

You poor thing, you were all alone in that sunroom for that week, nobody even messaged you. You must’ve been so bored… And so lonely.

He moves some of your hair gently from your face, his lids heavy as he looks from your peaceful expression, straight to your lips. His slender hand slowly raises to meet your skin, his fingers caress your cheek, and flow down to your lips where he pauses to inspect you.

Your head is lolled uncomfortably to one side and you’re a little slouched, yet he gazes over you fondly.

Pale fingers lightly dance over your more sensitive flesh, as he leans closer to you. With eyes heavily lidded and mouth parted slightly he places his lips to yours.

Your lips purse slightly in your sleep, in reception, as if you’re (in his mind) giving him the green light to continue. His heart races wildly in his chest, like a clydesdale down a stone path, heavily and loud.

“So pretty~” it just slips right out of his throat.

You aren’t stirring much, so he gently, and begrudgingly lays you more comfortably next to him… if it was up to him you’d be in his lap, but he is already too excited for that. You’d wake up in horror, he’s sure.

His hands accidentally brush over your chest, and he stops to check on your face, to make sure you’re still asleep. You are.

He brings his palm back to the center of one of your breasts, and softly lays his hand over it, again checking you. His eyes are heavily lidded as he begins to massage and squeeze, upping the pressure little by little. Slowly he starts to press harder and uses his thumb to brush over your peaked nipple, he runs it over so many times by now your breathing shallower. Every flick of your bud has your body almost jumping in your slumber.

You mumble something, and startle Jasper, he stops, before switching to your other breast, making that feel just as hot as the first. Flicking over that sensitive nipple through the fabric of your top, he stops to pinch them both and watch you take much shallower, and needier breaths. His own breathing is becoming hard to keep quite as your growing excitement is evident to him.

Imagining how wet you must be already has him dizzy, and on his knees in front of you and the couch.

If he goes any further he’ll have to do something more drastic… He can feel it in him, the surmounting hunger making his head feel full of smoke ready to burst out.

“Fuck.” He fixes your top and pulls away to go find a blanket.

Just then, your phone dings eight a message from your husband. Jasper fishes around his own pocket for your clone and checks the message:

“Where the fuck are you Y/N”

Jasper’s eye twitches, as he reads and rereads the message over again.

“mmf… Jas-*Yaawwwn~*per?” You stretch and sit up behind him, he puts away the phone clone, and readjusts his pants in the same motion as he turns to you. His erection twitches with the way you said his name, rubbing painfully against the tightness of his jeans.

“Hey there, pretty~ how did you sleep?” His mind melts again when he sees you, forgetting all about your husband already.

You giggle and your face heats up hearing him call you that so naturally, and in his soothing, breathy voice. Not to mention, after such a hot dream…

You push the heels of your palms sheepishly into your eyes, pretending to wipe them but really just trying to hide the fact that you’re flustered by him. He watches closely with intense interest sparkling in his irises.

“Oh shit!” You exclaim, locking back into reality and you start to frantically look around the couch for your phone, which ended up under your cushy behind.

“You alright?” He asks, worried.

Your heart sinks at the message you’ve awoken to… How can your husband be so… Cruel?

“N-no… I don’t think I am…” Tears well in your eyes.

He shuffles closer getting on his knees before you, and cupping your face.

“Do you want me to fix it?” his voice is so serious it makes your heart thump nervously.

“I don’t know, Jasper…” You aren’t sure what he means. “I can fix it, i’m sure!” You shake your head with determination.

A gentle smile creeps across his face, you have to look away as your heart keeps thumping too hard and too loudly! And he’s just too handsome, does he know what he’s doing to you.

His hand remains cupping the air where your chin once was for a second longingly, before he lets it fall to the couch cushion.

“If you ever need me, just tell me.” He offers.

You nod your head once in understanding, even though you have no idea what he could possibly mean by him ‘fixing it’.

You collect your things and head home. Jasper follows you and walks you to the gate between your yards.

“See ya soon, pretty~”

You turn on your heel bashfully, fuck! why is he so hot and he just keeps calling you that…. Is it so wrong that you don’t ever want him to stop either…?

~

Your husband on the other hand, stands tall and looks in the doorway like a massive father waiting for his troublesome little girl to come home. you feel like a little girl before him too, one that’s broken a rule and about to be punished.

“If you hadn’t been in the sunroom sulking for a week i’d think you’ve cheated on me, stupid selfish bitch. Who was that, thing, at our yard gate?”

Anger boils in you but quickly simmers when you remember he already punched you once. “That’s just our neighbor, his name is Jasper.”

“You’re already buddy buddy with the local freak then. You’re to stop hanging around it effective immediately, Y/N.” Gods he sounds like a father too. Bile builds in your throat and you swallow hard to avoid gagging.

“Yes sir.” It just slipped out naturally, like his commanding tone just awakened your much younger self. You almost gag again, and hold your stomach and mouth.

He sees you practically turning green and gets angry with you, “What the fuck is your problem bitch?” He sets down his crystal glass of scotch, and cracks his left knuckles.

“No-nothing! sorry, i think i ate something bad earlier”

“Speaking of, you should stop eating for a while. You’re embarrassing me now,” He says it so easily, something so atrocious.

“Maybe i will then…” The words fall from your lips dejectedly.

The world is a deep blur as your feet carry you to the bedroom behind Edward. He shoves you in front of him, getting tired of dragging you by your soft arm. You look down at your wrist and see angry skin already forming blues, but you aren’t feeling any pain.

Are you that dissociated? You blink a few times, but you realize you’d rather stay zoned out, and climb into the cold bed.

~

Just curious,

[tuberchelsea]

Back Pains

Pairing: Yoongi x f!reader

Summary: Work’s been hard on your body, so Yoongi wants to make sure you’re well taken care of.

Genre: Established relationship, smut/fluff (PWP)

Warnings: (MDNI!) Massage, unprotected sex (plz be smart), cockwarming, cursing

A/N: IRL boyfriend did this to me and it was basically the best thing ever - thus birthing this story. Also this is my first fanfic in over a decade so cut me a tiny bit of slack :,)

It’d been a long day. You had gone to get undressed to take a shower, but instead you’d ended up lying on your stomach on your bed, in your panties, face down and zoned out. It wasn’t until you’d felt the bed shift and weight on your back did you come back to reality.

“This is the driest shower I’ve ever witnessed.” A husky voice whispered in your ear. Turning your head, you notice the presence on your back is your boyfriend, Yoongi. “Haha, very funny”, you say giving him a small smile. “Work was hard today and my back hurts from moving things into the new tank.” “…I feel a shower would help that, babe.” You sigh, “I know that, but that’s a lot of work right now.” Turning you face back into the comforter, you sigh again. Yoongi starts peppering the back of your neck with kisses, redoing your bun to get hair off your neck. He then begins to rub your shoulders, bringing a soft, muffled moan from you.  “Oh fuck that feels gooood. Please don’t stop.” As you begin to relax into the mattress, you hear Yoongi open the bedside drawer, then feel oil being dripped on your back. The coolness of the oil is helping you relax even more.  “Aish, babe. I didn’t think your shoulders were that bad.” Yoongi muttered, adding more pressure to the area. You winced, taking deep, shallow breaths to ease the pain. “Are you doing okay, babe?” he asks. You nod, giving him a thumbs up. You then feel Yoongi’s hands travel further down your back, also moving himself further down to straddle your back side. Between the magic he’s working on your back, the coolness from the oil and your fatigue, you being to drift off a bit. You let out another content sigh, inadvertently arching your back into the mattress, causing your backside to rub against Yoongi’s groin. He is able to choke back a moan, but you can feel his growing erection on your ass. This begins to turn you on, feeling a low throb in your clit. You try to be inconspicuous about dulling the trob, but Yoongi felt the slight shift in your legs. Smirking, he begins to work lower down your back, getting close to your panty line. You feel his thumb swipe under the waistline of your panties, pushing them further down your hips.  “Yoon...” you quietly moaned, causing him to bite his lower lip and push them below your ass cheeks. Yoongi continued to massage his way back up your back while grinding his clothed cock against your ass, eliciting another moan from you. “Somebody is getting worked up”, Yoongi mutters in between leaving kisses on your shoulders.  “I could say the same for you”, as you grind back on his cock. Yoongi then starts leaving hickies on the back of your neck and shoulders; finally taking you to your breaking point. “Fuck. Need you now, Yoon.” you moaned as you feel Yoongi shift to his clothing, along with your panties. He placed his hands under your ass cheeks, his thumbs rubbing the inside of your thighs. “All I did was touch you and you’re this wet? Oh baby...” he could feel your slick on your inner thighs and began to rut more into the curve of your ass. “Yoon, please!” you moaned out, the throbbing in your clit becoming overpowering. “Use your words, baby - I can’t read minds!” Yoongi tutted, not ceasing his actions. “N-n-need you-your cock inside m-me, please!” you’d somehow managed to sputter out between moans. “There you go - that’s my good girl.” he he cooed, lining himself up to your entrance, then began to slowly push in. You continued to take deep breaths as he fully entered you. No matter how many times Yoongi and you had fucked, you still had to adjust to his larger size. “Fuck, always love your tight pussy.” Yoongi then dripped more oil on your back, beginning to rub your shoulders again. The mix of the relief of sore muscles and the pleasure of cockwarming Yoongi caused your pussy to clench around him, starting to feel the band of pleasure stretch in your lower abdomen. “I can feel you clenching already, baby. Are you gonna cum before I even start moving? My touch has you that worked up?” “Yoon, please move!” You moaned out as he continued his hand work down your back. “No problem, baby.” He began to move, using the motions of the massage to move himself. The pace was slower than his usual, letting you feel every ridge and vein on his cock. The pleasure from his pace was intensified tenfold, as the pain from him massaging your sore muscles heightened it. You were on Cloud Nine at this point, becoming a moaning mess under Yoogi’s hands. He worked his hands lower, finally grabbing you by the hips and setting a faster pace. “Oh my-fu-u-uck. Yoo-oon!” your thighs began to tremble and your hands had a death grip on the bed sheets. “Oh? Is my baby gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my cock?” he leaned down to continue marking you shoulders while circling his hand around to draw circles with your clit. You nodded, then let out a loud cry of his name when the band in your lower abdomen snapped, cumming hard. Yoongi slowed the circles on your clit, but kept up the fast pace to help ride out your high.  “Yoon, too much!” You began to feel overstimulation, your clit becoming more sensitive. “Give me one more, baby. I know you can do it.” Yoongi then placed both hands back on your hips, fucking you at a brutal pace. You felt the band tighten again as you felt his cock twitching. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum - where do you want it?” “Inside! Cum in me, Yoongi, please!” That drove Yoongi over the edge, painting your inner walls. You then came again, seeing white for a moment. Yoongi’s pace slowed down as you both came down. He then circled his arms around you, lying on top of you again. He then placed a kiss on your temple, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “Wooooow. I was not expecting that.” You smiled, still trying to catch your breath. Yoongi chuckled, placing kisses on your neck. “Shall we get in the shower?” He asked, pulling out as he stood up. You nodded, then he picked you up to carry you to the bathroom.

“How are your shoulders, babe?” Yoongi asked, rinsing your hair of shampoo. “I mean, you did a good job, just got a little distracted.” you said, looking up at him. He laughed, wrapping you in a hug. “Not my fault you’re cute!” 

[thenewblackcanvas]

could you do something for seungmin😣 I know it’s scary time but could you do a fluffy one?? Halloween fluffy???

plz I just need more min

a/n: This was supposed to be fluffy(and it is) but it definitely wasn’t how it turned out haha I had a prompt I still wanted to use for seungminnie and it just became...well, yeah. I'll put the prompt I used at the end to avoid spoilers.

♡ spooky season 2023 ♡

“Can you stop cheating please?”

Seungmin laughs. “I told you last year to get better.”

With a pout, you accept your fourth defeat in a row. “Fine, then can we play something else.”

He pauses taking on a sorrowful face. “It’s almost 10, we should start the movie soon.” The implication is enough so you nod without looking up, not wanting to see the look on his face.

“Yeah,” you sigh.

He tries to put on a smile though it doesn’t reach his eyes as he goes over to the extensive movie collection on the shelves. “Casper right?”

You scoff, “A little on the nose isn’t it?”

“Aww cmon. How about ‘Ghost’? 

“How about 'Ghostbusters'?” You joke, pushing him away playfully. 

“Ok ok” He laughs heartily. You take in the sight of his joy. His adorable smile and the sound of his genuine laughter. You lock the moment away in your mind for later before it makes you too sad.

Skipping over the theme of ghosts completely, you settle on ‘Warm Bodies’. Seungmin’s house was definitely the best choice this year. Not only with the movie and game selection but privacy this time. This year, your house is the site of a loud horror movie sleepover party. Way too many things and way too many people. His house was quiet thanks to other parties farther away and much more alcohol-fueled. 

Partway through the movie, something about his proximity swirls your emotions again. Close but not close enough, though too nervous to do anything about it. You fidget and squirm with the rising feelings until the arm thrown around you pulls you tighter. He brings your legs onto his lap and hugs you closer. As you look up to his face his eyes are still on the screen but he is wearing a comforting smile. You snuggle into him and you swear his cheeks redden ever so slightly.

When the movie finally finishes, you are both relieved and anxious to see its 11:32.

Usually by now you would just talk casually, dissecting the movie or laughing about how hard you jumped at every jumpscare. This time, it’s silent. You can’t bring yourself to say much after the heartwarming ending. You want to keep the feeling of the love story but how can you when you know what’s coming? The tightness in your chest is already starting.

“_____?”

Seungmin is looking at you expectantly. You don’t say anything as you see confusion and sadness as well. It’s only when he wipes away a tear from your cheek that you realize you’re crying a bit. 

You want to tell him you’re ok, that you’ll be fine. But you can’t lie like that, not right now. You think of the feelings you’ve been forced to keep to yourself and how you don’t want to long for him in silence anymore. Without a warning from your own brain you surge forward, kissing him. Understandably it takes a moment for him to comprehend what just happened but he kisses back happily. His arms tighten around you as he deepens the kiss. You put all your passion for him into it knowing you can’t express it so easily with words. A hand caresses your damp face making you both realize you are still spilling tears.

He finally pulls away for you to see he’s doing the same. You hate to see the pain in his eyes though you know now you’re feeling the exact same even more so than you thought.

As he opens his mouth to speak, he stops, eyes widening as he looks at something over your shoulder. 

“It’s almost time.”

Your heads falls forward against his chest with a sob.

“I know.” he says softly. He lets you cry for a moment, unsure of how to comfort you since he feels the same helpless sorrow. As you sniffle and sit up, he stands, letting your legs fall from his lap.

He reaches a hand out for you. As you take it, you both walk outside.

The street is quiet. No wild parties with drunk people flooding from houses are taking place in the neighborhood. It made for a calm night but now it just seems lonely. He squeezes your hand tighter indicating he feels the same.

You two walk silently into the street and as your house gets closer you fold more into his side.

He stops right in the middle bringing you in front of him so you don’t have to look at it. You rest your hands on his waist as he holds your face, giving you another half-hearted smile. It would help ease the pain a little but the tightness in your chest is getting worse. You ball your fists, grabbing his shirt with them. You know he feels it too but he keeps his brave face. 

“It’ll be alright. I’ll just be across the street.”

With all the longing that's to come, you throw yourself into his arms as the tightness begins to spread.

You hold him tight, not willing to let him go so easy. He does the same whimpering “no, no please” as he feels the pull begin. 

As the loud chimes begin to signal midnight, you feel like you're being torn apart. You grip harder, tears wetting your faces, noses running, but neither of you care. You hear his cries get louder next to your ear.

Until silence.

The pull has ceased and now you only hear faint music. You will yourself to open your eyes.

As you see the same window, you begin to wail. This spot haunts you constantly but no more than in this moment. It is where you died. The spot you bled out in. The spot you return to every year at November 1st.

With new tears, you run down the stairs and out the door. You rush to the edge of the property, falling on your knees when you can’t go any further. You shriek and sob into the night before you see Seungmin on the opposite side of the street doing the same thing. His face is just as wet as his body shakes with emotion. His glossy eyes are stuck on you as he wishes he could just walk the short distance.

You futilely raise your arm, pushing against the invisible barrier. It was no use as always.

Both stuck in the places your lives ended to suffer 364 days of the year until your lonely souls can find solace in the other once again.

Prompt: 🌙Mutual Pining trope - but they’re ghosts who haunt the houses across the street from each other and can only leave their property on Halloween night!

[shibusawaz]

Your OCs are my bed bug plz make them stop. Anyways what’s their world look like and what is Sylhpine’s DEAL (affectionate)

haha the 2bit bugs (2bugs?!!??!) are going to bite you. actually no only teeth will

as for the 2bit world, it doesn’t really have a sound structure. i just kinda throw whatever the hell i want into it, like a little dollhouse for all my ocs. the only real ideas i have for it are:

- beastmen (mostly human with some kind of animalistic features) are normal, albeit a bit stigmatized. it’s normal to see them around, but pretty common for folks to stereotype them as complete animals, when really they don’t often carry animalistic instincts.

an example of this type of stigma would be with Quarrel, a moth-type beastman after getting drafted to the military in his teens. he ended up being put in the air force due to being a moth (ah yes! flying beastman? could probably pilot a plane)

beastmen are more commonly drafted to the military or found in laborious jobs due to being seen as “tougher” or having “extra advantages.” they do have some (ie. Quarrel can fly, just very slowly. Alec does have four extra eyes and can see well in the dark, as well as pick up movement quickly) but overall they’re just regular people.

- there’s some kind of war going on. i haven’t planned it out, there’s just a war. quarrel fought in it as a navy pilot before deserting.

the war is kept from citizens mostly, they’re aware of it but it’s saved as an afterthought. not much news is spread publicly on it.

- while beastmen are normal, most other paranormal things are not. ghosts, cryptids, and all that jazz have the same effect they do here, being big cultural phenomena with not much proof.

aliens, however, are a fifty-fifty. while it is KNOWN that there’s extraterrestrial life, there’s not much known about it by the public. sylphine and quarrel would know more about that because they’re both former military agents, and sylphine was sent to a government-funded ship to receive “upgrades” from alien scientists.

- other than that it just looks like normal earth, probably with some of the same places too.

- that’s all i have. there are also devils you can make deals with, for funsies. overall, 2bit doesn’t have many rules for what can happen.

as for sylphine (i love her shes so funny)

sylphine, before moving in with quarrel, was actually a secret service agent hunting him. one of the top agents in her class, she was the only person who successfully found quarrel’s whereabouts. she’s put a lot more notorious people away.

however, quarrel was (and still is) classified as a dangerous subject, so she was sent to a facility up in space to receive “upgrades” to aid her in chasing after him.

however, the experiments ran on her went horribly wrong, leaving her with holes all over her body, and an extra eye and arm. she was meant to be killed off, but successfully escaped through a pod off the ship.

since sylphine had no friends or family outside the government, she had no choice but to suck up her pride and stay with quarrel.

i always draw her as pissed because she just is. she lost a high-paying job, good friends, good looks, and basically her whole life over her own employer’s stupid decisions.

also, quarrel just sucks to live with. he’s lazy and for a “master criminal” he sure doesn’t act like one. sylphine knew that before she lived with him, though.

[baileypie-writes]

Hello, 'tis I again.

Could I humbly ask for headcanons of Westar x reader where reader remembers him from one of the various Labyrinth attacks and is really scared of him at first but slowly realizes he's a precious cinnamon roll himbo plz?

Tysm

A/N ~ Sure! I love the meme btw haha! Hope you enjoy!(btw I don’t even know what this title is. I tried😭)

~Being Scared of Westar at First Headcanons~

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Fandom: Fresh Precure!

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic to Romantic

Characters Included: Westar

Genre: Hurt/Comfort?, fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: None!

~Masterlist~

~Fresh Precure! Masterlist~

Guide: The orange dialogue is Westar and the uncolored dialogue is Reader.

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~ You had seen the monster attacks many times on TV. It always scared you, but nothing could’ve prepared you for when you actually encountered one. It was terrifying. There was destruction and screaming. You remember seeing a strange man, seemingly ordering the monster around. After seeing him many more times, it confirmed that he was the one responsible. But after the monster attacks stopped, you assumed that you wouldn’t see him again.

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~ Westar was so excited to ask you out. He knew quite a bit about you, but you didn’t know much about him. But he thought it was still worth a try! So imagine his surprise when your expression turns into one of pure fear when he talks to you, and you began shouting at him, telling him to get away.

“So… do you wanna go on a date sometime?”

“Wait a second. You’re that guy who summoned all the monsters, and made them attack the city! Get away from me!”

“What, what-“

~ He definitely didn’t expect that. He began fumbling over his words, desperately trying to explain that he’s not like that anymore. But the more he did, the more scared you got. So he just stopped, took a deep breath, and explained everything.

~ Eventually, he got it out that he was good now. You seemed to calm down a bit, but were still skeptical. So he explained himself further. With each sentence, you got less and less frightened. He seemed really honest.

“Okay, lemme try again. I was bad, and I did make those monsters. But I’m good now! I even teamed up with the Pretty Cure to defeat my old boss!”

“You work for the Pretty Cure?”

“Yeah! Well, no. I don’t work for them. We’re more like friends!”

“So… you’re not a bad guy anymore?”

“Nope! I promise!”

~ You believed Westar after hearing his story. So you allowed him one chance at a date. He was so happy! He took you to the amusement park, and the two of you had so much fun. You pretty much forgot about him being a villain in the past. And the more you learned about him, the more you grew to love him.

~ After the date was over, he walked you home. When you got to the door, he nervously asked if you were still scared of him. To his delight, you said no. And you even suggested going on another date! Of course, he said yes!

“That was really fun, thanks for taking me! And for walking me home.”

“No problem! I had fun too! …So… are you still scared of me?”

“Haha, no. If I were, I wouldn’t be asking you to go on another date.”

“Oh well that’s good- Wait really?! You want to?!”

~ Since then, the two of you began dating. You couldn’t believe that you used to be scared of him! He was such a sweetheart! He even still apologizes for all the fear he caused you. He feels genuinely guilty. But you always assure him that you forgive him, and that you’re not scared anymore.

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~~baileypie-writes

[trollsedits]

Get to know me…. 2.0

I know my introduction was lacking a lot of things such as stuff that I like to do and stuff so yeah get to know me 2.0

-As I mentioned I’m Vietnamese American I was also born in the Philippines

-My pronouns are She/Her :^)

-I personally would say My favorite youtuber are ItsFunneh and Krew (I don’t watch them as much as I use too b/c of school)

-My favorite Troll is Floyd and Branch

-I love Ube flavor anything like ice cream, Cake, brownies etc

-My favorite cake flavor is Red Velvet and Ube

-I like to cook and bake in my spare time so I sometimes would cook and bake and bring it to my friends and family I recently made red velvet cupcakes w sweet cream cheese frosting and I added Oreos on top and a pitch of sea salt :^)

-I love listening to Lana Del Rey, Troye Sivan, The Weeknd, Charli xcx etc…

-I love dressing up to the point where is considered Cosplay (Is so expensive to cosplay characters)

-I love shopping especially online shopping haha

-My favorite fast food place is Jollibee (The best fried chicken ever and the gravy is sooo good if you never had jollibee I suggest you try it I love it!!! my childhood food )

-I can speak English and Vietnamese I only know basic words in Tagalog,korean and Spanish not too much of it doe but I can speak perfect Vietnamese

-I love cats and dogs but prefer cats more haha

-I love dark chocolate you can hate me all you want but dark chocolate is my guilty pleasure

-My favorite fruits is Strawberries and bananas

-I also love Steven universe <3 my favorite character from SU would depends but I personally love lapis lazuli and peridot haha

-I love ramen I eat them almost everyday if I could but I had to cut back cuz too much sodium

-I’m Obsessed with collecting false lashes I have a ton of them from big huge one to natural small looking one I currently use the semi small looking one that will make my eye stand out

-I did cheer in high school and competitive cheer

-I’m a introvert

-Still childish af can’t even grow the F up but that’s okay :^)

-Favorite kind of pasta dishes would be Alfredo & Carbonara

-I’m a Pisces ♓️

-My Birthday is on Feb 22

-I absolutely hate Valentine’s Day (Not because I’m single even if I was taken I still hate it anyways no matter what sorry)

-My favorite holiday is Halloween & Lunar new year I always look forward to those holidays

-My favorite quotes would be….. (I have multiples)

“Singing Killed my grandma!” -Branch Trolls

“Waffles are just pancakes w abs.” - ItsDraconiteDragon Krew

“Friends don’t lie.” - Elven Strangers Things

“You clod.” - peridot Steven universe

“Jojo, have you learned nothing!” - Abby Lee Miller Dance moms

“Don’t be stupid, be Stoopy.” -Itsfunneh krew

“I dump your ass.” - Elven Strangers Things

“S.U.E.” - Gold3nglare Krew

“Family.” -Lunar3clispe krew

That’s all I could think off in the back of my head I have more but it hasn’t spark me up yet haha

-I Play Roblox & Minecraft sometimes (Plz don’t ask for my user is personal and I don’t play that often sorry)

-I sometimes fainted when I get my blood drawn so I would usually close my eyes and look away and my mom would have some sweet Candy to help me afterwards

-If I would describe myself in three words it would be Kind,super shy, and independent

-if I could live anywhere in the world I would probably live in Canada because Of ItsFunneh and krew haha

-I have many phobias I can’t name them all but My most well known fear is Acrophobia Fear of heights I can’t even go in roller coaster or anything and I’m also afraid of numbers or anything that has to do with math I get dizzy when I look down from very high places so yeah definitely scared of heights

-I prefer to sometimes keep my hair long as-long my mom let me get Korean bangs cuz is more of my style I sometimes cut it short I once cut it super short people made fun of me and misgender me and spread lies about me so I stop having my hair short for a while if I do it would be like after a break up

-Favorite school subject would be history (Currently majoring in that field) least favorite subject is math obviously

-the color of my hair light brown to semi blonde because I been bleaching it but I will bleach it again hopefully to go blonde been wanting to be blonde for a while but hate having to damage my hair 🤧

-do I like my age? Hell yeah I do I have privilege to do things that I wasn’t able to do ;D (My parents always think I take advantage of it)

-Favorite dessert is Ice cream and cheese cake

-I’m not allergic to anything in general if it is it would be pollen or like fish skin like those salmon fish skin crackers is only minor nothing serious but I do avoid it also I’m highly allergic to people Bullshit so please don’t give me your Bullshit I ain’t dealing with that

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Anyways, I’m pretty sure I did cover everything but if I miss any you can always DM me and asked me some questions (Please no personal question like name etc…)

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Like+ Follow Are Very much appreciated! 💕

[collarbjt]

SPN 908

Dignity, haha Dean and Sam’s virginity‘s back lol What an interesting counseling with Dean

Ancient Rome‘s goddess, glad to see her

Whatever..I’m still mad at John 🤯

SPN 909

I like the hymn song.

Just tell your bro Dean! I‘m still suspicious about Ez, and more and more

Aha, the another FBI is Cas! You the hunter Cas, is back in town!! 🤗

Still mad at John🤯🤯 Can‘t stop thinking about 907.

Metatron again? Wtf Gadreel??? Not an Ez???????? Oh, so…. Gadreel failed his job to protect human from the evil snake, so he went to jail?? Ez already died?? Oh,,,….. another Cas’ friend is dead

Metatron wants to be an another God.

Nooo crazy angels massacred the humans 😱😱

God->X ? Your naming sense sucks Metatron

Cas was really a beloved, sincere angel, it surprised me all the time that Castiel changed after he met Dean. And now, he’s spitting the words of lies like a snake in eden. WOW but I understand. Cas is in the war for a long time, and it changed him..even he’s still sad about it, he didn’t avoid it and try to face it.

Oh Gadreel, I think you’re tricked by Metatron.

Okay Dean finally told Sam the truth. Maybe Sam feels that Dean intended for him to eat the parasitic food.

?wtf why…Kill Kevin???Really? Kevin’s dead?? Is it real????????????? Wtf stop killing characters I already start to love…plz, ohnonKevin……..I really pissed off, seriously Kevin????? I’m literally crying again this season makes me crying and crying and crying…………..Kevin is one of our family no plz don’t go…no……….Wanna kill Metatron and Gadreel both soooo much shitttttt

[jaegonsmoon]

So….I love shovel talk fics…so plz indulge or ignore me I beg of you…so omega aegon becomes engaged to alpha jace…it’s early days both are very shy still….aegon has somewhat of a reputation so the blacks wanna make sure aegon treats have right haha…but don’t go about it in a honest or healthy way haha instead finding aegon one by one (unknowingly caus they didn’t discuss who would do it so they just all took it on themselves lol) to give him a shovel talk if he ever hurt or shamed jace to the courts…aegon is at first unfazed but it starts to get more and more kinda worried and scared about these being potential death threats lol eventually have finds out and tries to nail his fam to the wall and read them the riot act about messing with Aegon and how he will kick their ads if they threaten him again…..but then aemond finds about this and feels like he needs to potency his omega brother and their greens family legacy so he tries to huddle the greens together to his jace a shovel talk if their own but it comes off less creepy and threatening and more cringe cause Helena and Daeron don’t inspire fear with their very presence like aemond does so that dude is literally carrying them through the talk with jace haha

You know, lately, in my head the handful of times I think of Daeron I’ve been picturing him with a personality that it’s both, Aemond and Aegon’s mixed. Which makes him both, competent but such a little shit (and occasionally stupid, it runs in the family). I just know he’s standing at the back, sarcastically backing up Aemond’s threats while being infuriating. Helaena, bless her heart, she just stands there nodding accordingly and I just know that after Aemond is done threatening to carve his guts if he hurts their brother, Helaena hugs Jace excitedly telling him how he’ll do great. Even Daeron groans cuz yeah, that pretty much undoes all their effort.

As for the blacks shovel talking poor Aegon, he’s a nervous wreck. I think one of the reasons Aegon drinks so much it’s because he has Alicent’s anxieties, he’s fragile in them and he discovered alcohol at a young age, which resulted in that calming those thoughts and restlessness. This comes from the show too, imo, when he’s just draining cups and grimacing the whole time. He hates the taste, but he wants it does to him… so… that being said— He’s been sober since courting Jace. He is well aware of the reputation he had started to gain for his unbefitting behaviour for an omega. Jacaerys was the embodiment of a true alpha and a noble prince, he needed to make himself worthy of him.

So what those threats did to him was not… exactly good. He was scared, he wouldn’t deny it. He was anxious, he wanted Jace. He needed him. He loved him already and they were only courting. Jace, he—whenever they were together he was such a gentleman, so caring and attentive. His eyes were only for Aegon. Aegon. The one everyone whispered about but never truly cared for. No thoughts, no affection, nada. So excuse him if he felt like vomiting at the thought of losing the one thing that was willing to give him a shot at happiness in his life.

He takes to picking at the skin on his fingers, gets a taste for it. Aemond is the first to notice because their mother still does it, all the time. He doesn’t say anything about it at first. But one day, after being shovel talked once more, Aegon is in pure distress, his cuticles are bloody and he’s sobbing. That’s when Aemond confronts his behaviour and that’s when he finds out.

Jace, oblivious to all this, gets this awkward talk and is like “Okay… I thought I was making my intentions with Egg bright and clear, I don’t truly understand.”

And that’s when Daeron, done with all their bullshit, “Fine, just tell your family to stop threatening Aegon over breaking your heart already so he doesn’t end up eating his fingers in a distressed fit.”

“Threatening?!” That does more than Aemond’s whole shovel talk, because Jace is furious. He confronts everyone and tells them that while he knows their intentions are in his best interest, they need to back off and leave them alone. That they’re doing more damage than good and it’s affecting his omega.

He goes to Aegon then, taking his hands in his. Planting kisses all over them; over the messed up skin of his fingers. Dropping a thousand apologies and telling him that he has nothing to worry, that he’s got him and nothing would make him change his mind; he won’t let anything bad happen to him, ever.

[whatudottu]

I have my own headcanon(it's kind long so buckle up plz 😅sorry) that after the entire shit agreggor the andromeda 5 got therapy which was actually paid by the plumbers and bivalvan kept in touch with raad and galapagus along with Andreas to some extent the tech level on his planet isn't very high and he has trouble with understanding tech most of the time sadly they didn't talk with pandor that much cuz he is still criminal they (at least bivalvan and raad) decided to file document so that most universal news reports will leave them the hell lone and stop pesting them by asking what happened when they were being hunted by Greg galapagus's people were quite understanding about what happened and never pestered him about it and Andreas family were just happy that he was back

Haha, everytime I see this ask I always see it when it’s too late to respond to it for whatever reason :P sorry about that lmao-

I also think that the Plumbers (at least initially) provided a therapist for all the trouble, though maybe they don’t fully trust their competence thanks to Aggregor stealing them out from Plumber hands (Andreas would be ambivalent about the Plumbers since he was kinda assumed dead and thus not assisted by them beyond watching one be killed in the shared cell), so either whatever therapists they had on staff offered referrals for xenopsychologists in the area or the Andromeda 5 had to actively seek their own independent therapists. Since I see the Andromeda 5 staying on Earth at least as temporary asylum while the Plumbers or someone else figures out an intergalactic route to send everyone home, if they were ever gonna get therapy might as well share the one who gets to have a collective context to work from, so why not use my therapist oc Chio :P I’d say honestly my version of Andromeda 5 probably was going to return home, but between the long wait (because damn it’s a novelty to go across galaxies and it’s one a bad guy just so happened to afford and access) and maybe P’andor having to serve his sentence for the crimes he committed on Earth, they probably ended up just staying for their own individual reasons and thought this band of weirdos they’ve formed might’ve been missed if they DID return home.

I will say I have steeped myself in my own little headcanon sphere revolving around the Andromeda 5 both as individuals and taking a gander at their species and planet (we here and whatudottu incorporated LOVE ant biology talpaedans), so thank you for sharing your version of headcanons for the Andromeda 5, it’s lovely to see what directions different folk take with undeveloped worlds to fill them out.

Oh but universal news reports, I didn’t even think about THAT! Hah, as awful as it would be realistically imagine if there were true crime girlies of the intergalactic community (hell, even just planet based communities) that were kinda commenting live on the disappearance and presumed death (or even assumed to be the criminals, since Galapagus was one of two folk to be attacked by Aggregor and the other left a body, not to mention the fact that P’andor is literally trapped in a prison suit if he wasn’t just freely given he could’ve ‘escaped without a trace’ and be a hot topic for a bit), and then when 5 separate planets’ mysteries ended up being linked to each other!? Even if a majority of the Andromeda 5 doesn’t trust Plumber therapy, they’re certainly gonna need that witness protection!

[protags-fic-blog]

hello friend I have a need so could I please ask for amnesia domestic headcanons? I know you write for other fandoms and you get this one requested a lot but it’s the only game I’ve played (tho varibari is backlogged haha)

Want to send in a request? Always open! For more, check out my masterlist

anon plz play varibari it is the funniest game I’ve ever played. the way Ichiya has such a hold on me. they really picked the 4 stupidest men and put them all together and the shenanigans! tsumugi is literally the otome fandom wrapped up into one person. Either you’ll love it or hate it, but out of all the otome I’ve played, while it’s taken longer, I definitely think it’s up in my top 3

And don’t worry about the frequency of requests for amnesia! It was the first official otome that I ever finished (sorry code realize you’re really long) and have a lot of fond memories associated with it. It’s the main reason I started this blog. Besides, Amnesia is pretty much the only one I don’t write in my spare time so I don’t mind getting in practice. If people request it from me, it must mean i’m doing something right! Headcanons are under the cut! ———

Amnesia Memories - Domestic Life

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Shin

Probably moves in with you when you both are in university

Doesn’t expect you to do any of the cooking, especially doesn’t expect you to do anything not just for yourself, but when you do stuff for him it makes his heart melt

If you cook for him?? Omg. Down so bad. He may not like it (and may be vocal about his opinions) but he always appreciates it

He knows how to cook and he’s good at it too

Large breakfasts after intimate nights

Maybe wouldn’t want kids but he wants a dog very badly. I can see him with a bigger dog like a great dane or a german sheph

Toma

You are in fact his trophy wife. Would marry you so fast

Living like a 50’s family. He goes to work as a lawyer, you tend to stay home

You cook, you clean, you basically make him fall in love with you all over again

He always hates coming home late—if he could stay home with you all day, he would

If you had kids??? Omg. Sees your kids as an extension of you and loves them so much. If they were kids you had together, even better because he sees them as being born from the love between the two of you

Tries to go grocery shopping with you whenever he can. You usually have a list of ingredients for the week. He never seems to guess the meals that you have planned.

Kent

Utter chaos

Lack of communication may lead to you both doing the same thing

He washes the sheets one day, you do it the next, even if they’re clean, or you bring something home for dinner while he’s cooking something, stuff like that

But you always work it out

Knows how to cook but not how to season. It’s a work in progress

He’s definitely learning a lot of life advice from you

Probably lots of plants. His are flourishing. Yours are too….. But only because he’s helping them. He doesn’t tell you.

Ikki

Expect him staying over at your place a lot

Sometimes ends up getting a little bit drunk when he’s alone. You try to always visit him when he does

Those nights are the ones that you always remember. He has no filter and his compliments aren’t as flowery and more raw

Late nights when you’re together. The later in to the night, the tighter he holds you

When you finally move in with him, he’s elated. He’s wanted this for a long time

The moment you move in, he stops having Kent over and instead hangs out with him in different places. He wants his home to belong to him and you, his private little love nest

Does all the cleaning. He wants you to love being in his home more than anywhere else, since he doesn’t enjoy going out in public a lot

Can’t cook. Expect getting food from outside the house or premade meals on nights that he’s tasked with providing food

Lots of date nights. Usually he’ll order from a fancy restaurant nearby and ask for the food to be brought over and he’ll set up some flowers and candles. If not, he picks a dim restaurant where couples tend to go so he won’t be swarmed and ruin the night

Ukyo

Cottagecore bliss

When you finally settle down somewhere, it would be in his grandfather’s old home

He’s almost always home with you, and when he’s not home because of travel, he usually brings you along

You are his muse

Likes the idea of owning a horse… so he’s put aside a bit every month, and tried to prepare dinner inside the house instead of taking you out so he can buy one. There’s a jar somewhere labeled ‘horse fund’

He does in fact dream of having you hold on to him as you ride through a meadow

May not end up happening…personally I think that money ends up going to a dog or a cat (that you have sent through training to be an emotional support animal so he won’t be sad without you)

Lets you braid his hair

Muffled ‘i love you’s whenever you cuddle up

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Hi Sarah, I’m gonna be really vulnerable here and admit that I don’t totally get what Taylor was going for in the first line of Tim McGraw with “I said ‘That’s a lie.’” Like is she just being cute and flirty like “You liar haha 😉” or is she like actually doubting him and thinks he’s leading her on? I seek to understand baby Tay can you help plz

Hi! My interpretation was always the former. This is a really sweet tender relationship that was nice and cute - just ending because he was older and heading off to college and she knew that they'd break up/wouldn't last through it.

So it's like he's giving her a sweet nothing compliment and she's brushing him off like oh you stop lol but also continue flattering me and being nice to me because our time is limited.