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red1culous · 1 year

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Stupid Moth part 1

Chapter: 1, 2.

“I’m sorry, I’m not being thick but you need to start from the beginning,” Wanda fills up your glass then swiftly tips back her own, downing the remainder of her fruity drink.

You sigh cradling your glass until the liquid stills before taking a few swigs of the liquid feeling it burn as it travels down my throat. “Again?” you question buying yourself some time. “I’ve repeated myself twice now.”

The look she gives you is one of pity and love. “Babe I’m sorry it’s just that you and Nat have always been together. So this…” she gestures to the space in between the two of you, “…is very hard for me to understand right now.”

“Yea same” you groan.

Wanda watches tension tighten your forehead. She reaches over to smooth the frown lines appearing there. Her smile is soft as she loops her arm over your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug.

“There’s too much baggage for breaking up” she whispers into the space you are both staring blankly at. “You two dated for what? 3 years?”

You hum. “Four if you include the Jane Austen styled excessively over dramatic pining period.”

“You know,” she laughs and separates from you to look into your eyes. “Some people are meant to be together. Sometimes they get it right on the first try, and sometimes it takes years. You and Nat, you’re that some people.”

Your smile is a sad one. “And some people, when they break up, that’s it” you sigh. “They’re done.”

“It can’t be that bad” she says placing a hand on your knee, her thumb drawing comforting circles on the skin peeking through the hole in your jeans.

You chuckle softly and duck your head in order to hide the tears that have started to well up despite your attempts to stop them.

She knows. She always knows. She pulls you into her and you can no longer contain the tears that fall. You cry into her shoulder like you’ve done so many times before.

“It’s going to be ok” she mumbles into your hair. “You’re going to be ok”.

“I wish I could blame this on Hydra but I can’t. I know that she can love. And it hurts so much more because I know she just can’t love me the way that I love her” you sob.

Wanda just hums running her hand soothingly up and down your back.

“Am I that unlovable? Because she made me feel that I was everything and then one day she got bored of me and just left me hanging out to dry” your words are a little hard to understand but Wanda knows enough to make out what you mean.

“She still loves you” her voice is small as if she is trying to convince herself.

Your sadness morphs into anger as you ball your hands into fists holding Wanda even closer as a means of grounding yourself. “Yea I guess then her love language is leaving me on read for days on end and spending more time with everyone else and treating me like I have the plague or something” you spit out.

Wanda waits as you rant and spew into her shoulder. She holds you tight rocking you slowly side to side. She lets out intermittent little hums of acknowledgment letting you know she’s still listening to your tear drenched monologue. And then it’s over. The catarrh is out. She waits a few more seconds listening to your quite sniffles.

“So,” her voice is a mere whisper. She breaks the silence, “what do you want to do now?”

You sniffle adjusting your head to sit more comfortably in the crook of her neck. “Spend my days watching sad movies, crying, eating tubs of chocolate ice cream and only showering when I can’t stand my own stink,” you wipe your nose with the back of your hand before continuing. “How’s that for a plan?”

“Sounds like a plan to me, sweetie” she says while prying you away from her and wiping your eyes with the pads of her thumbs. She softly kisses your forehead and leans back against the sofa pulling you into her side.

“You pick the movies and I’ll get the snacks.”

Two movies in and the both of you are heavily debating something from When Harry Met Sally. You are animatedly waving your arms around as Wanda keeps interrupting you where she thinks your argument is weak. She laughs at your (very obviously flawed) theories and you cringe-gag-laugh at her impression of Sally’s public orgasm scene in the cafe.

“Listen, all that doesn’t matter right now because, Y/N, I’d totally date you and take care of you” she says not missing a beat.

Your face turns bright red and you’ve already forgotten what you had wanted to say before she blindsided you with her statement. “…what?” you manage.

“Only for a day” she adds a smile teasing on the corner of her lips.

“Excuse me, what?” now you’re offended. What did she mean a day.

“OK five working days, tops.”

You sputter unable to say anything. Your face feels hot as if the frown, eye-blinking and mouth opening and closing were working overtime.

Its then you notice the full blown smile plastered on her face. A laugh erupts. A full-bodied-body-shaking laugh. It is surprisingly deep and bubbly like an expensive bottle of wine. You can’t help but chuckle too.

Apparently something you had said was the funniest thing Wanda had heard all week. She continues to shake for what felt like forever.

Her quaking finally starts to recede and she wipes tears from the corners of her eyes.

“I’m sorry baby. I promise I wasn’t laughing at you” she manages while trying to catch her breath.

“I swear if you say, ‘I was laughing with you’…”

“You gotta admit it’s sorta funny” she slaps you on the shoulder then takes your hand and laces her fingers through yours.

You pout at her mumble something incoherent which sets her off into another bout of giggles. You wouldn’t admit it, not now at least, but it did feel good to laugh and smile.

Just then, you let her slip into your mind for a minute. You see her green eyes and red hair and catch a phantom whiff of her perfume. It hurts.

It hurt that you could never love each other in a physical way. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons. Something immutable, an immovable destiny that could never be altered. No matter how cleverly you might want to shelter it, whatever it is you had with Nat wasn't going to last forever. Not when it was so lopsided. You were both bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear.

Wanda throws a piece of popcorn at you without taking her eyes off the movie playing on the TV screen. She must have heard your thoughts. You snuggle closer into her and push Nat to the back of your mind. For now.

For now.

A/N: For @imnotasuperhero I hope you enjoy this. It's not as angsty as I would have liked but I didn't want to keep sitting on it.

#stupid moth #redfic #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha x reader

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wrenreid · 2 years

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Just Acting

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Chapter Fifteen

"Jess... I uh, I got some shit to tell you,” you say, phone pressed to your ear.

"You did what?!” Jess barges through your apartment door after your brief talk on the phone. A call in which you told her what Matthew and you did.

"Yeah,” you blow out an exaggerated sigh.

"So you do like him!” She gloats.

"No,” you pause for a second. “No. I just had sex with him. There's a difference actually."

"So you like his body though?" Jess raises an eyebrow.

"Oh definitely,” you nod, biting your lip gently.

Jess laughs. "What are you gonna do now?"

"I don't know.”

"Do you want to do it again?"

"I don't know,” you say again, dragging out the last vowel a little.

"Girl,” Jess says sternly but there’s a smug grin on her lips.

"I know, I know. I sound stupid, but like I'm honestly confused myself,” you let out a soft groan. “And I have to see him tomorrow. At work. Where we play a couple.”

"Maybe talk to him? Ask him where you go from there,” Jess suggests.

"Maybe, yeah."

______

You have a few very important scenes coming up for the show. You're nervous, especially for one of them, but it should be entertaining.

You're ready in Delilah's clothes and style, waiting around for your next scene of the day. What you did on the couch you sit on now, not that long ago, burns in your brain. You can almost feel it. You push it back, it's crazy.

A little, and stupid, part of your brain wants to do it again. Wants to feel Matthew, kiss his lips, feel his hair in your hands, his mouth on your neck. What is wrong with you?

You pray that this won't affect your relationship as you leave your trailer and head to the film set. You run into someone coming out of the building when you're going in.

"Might want to watch where you're walking." He says it more sarcastic than rude.

You look up at Matthew, shooting him a sarcastic almost-grin. "Yeah thanks, jackass."

Most of your scenes today are just Delilah at work. It doesn't take any more than 3 hours to film until you're walking back out to the trailers.

"Can't stop thinking about it huh?" Matthew's voice sends shocks on your skin. His breath graces your hair.

You turn around to face him. "You wish," you won't give him satisfaction just yet.

He steps closer to you, touching your arm. "Too bad the first has to be the last." Matthew's voice is low.

"What?"

"Just doing as you said, 'move on with our lives'. Right?" There's a hint of bitterness in his tone.

You inhale, "Right. Yeah."

He looks you up and down, then walks away into his trailer. You're left standing there shocked and confused. You're even confused as to why you are shocked and confused.

You understand now why guys say women are confusing, you can't even comprehend your own feelings right now.

You shake it off, forget this. Matthew was just a one night stand type thing. It was a fluke. A weird, but highly pleasurable fluke.

Okay, Y/n... you're fine. it's out of your mind. You leave for home since you're finished until early tomorrow morning.

You eat some ice cream from your freezer while you sit on the couch, flipping through channels. A sex scene comes on from some random movie, you change it quickly. "Really?" you say as Matthew's face pops up on the tv from a rerun of Criminal Minds season 13. You change the channel, rolling your eyes.

____

It's been a week since the incident, and you and Matthew have not gotten along one bit. One minute it's sarcastic comments, rude remarks, dirty stares, or just plain ignoring each other.

"You know? You were right that day when you said nothing between us would be anything but our characters. Because quite frankly, you're sort of a bitch in real life,” he spits out.

"Excuse me? I'm a bitch? You're the one who acts like an immature assclown every second of your God damn life,” you tell him, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

"That's not what you said while we were fucking.” The grin on his face is the most annoying, smug bullshit you’ve ever seen.

That's it. That's what triggered you so hard to where you snapped. Your hand connects with Matthew's cheek. "Go fuck yourself," you say and storm off. He's stunned as you walk away.

It's taking everything in you not to cry. Angry crying is the worst, and it's so embarrassing. You're strong. You will not cry.

I hate him. I actually hate him.

_____

"We have to what?" You say, louder than intended. Your eyes widen at the script in your hands.

"I think it says you have to have sex," Aisha says.

"Yes, Aish, thank you," you say sarcastically.

You stare more... Spencer and Delilah sex scene. Sex scene. You and Matthew. You're going to die of embarrassment or murder him before you do.

You can't believe you have to have pretend sex with the asshole who called you a bitch. You knew, that playing a couple, you'd have kiss, but you're not ready for a sex scene. You roll your eyes, throwing your head back in anger. You let out a groan. Why me?!

——

Two words continue to burn in your mind. Sex. Scene. Sex scene with Matthew.

You keep reminding yourself that this is what you signed up for; maybe not faking intimacy with the man you hate right now, but you're an actress and doing things you don't particularly want to is part of the job. You wanted this role, you've got to do it.

The scene is tomorrow, it's your second one of the episode. Everyone else is on set right now while you sit on your couch at home. Matthew is probably plotting some way to make the scene more uncomfortable and angering for you. Sounds like something that asshole would do.

You order a pizza and Jess comes over to your apartment. The two of you watch Netflix and eat.

"How's the Matthew thing going?" She asks, half distracted.

"I'd rather his name not be mentioned in this house,” you warn sternly.

She laughs. "So, well I see."

"Yep, totally." You roll your eyes, taking a bite of the pizza.

You don't tell her about the upcoming scene. She'll just think it's funny and ironic.

You ask about her girlfriend, and she rambles on. It's nice to see her so happy. Maybe even in love? You haven't felt that way about someone in a long time. Since you were 20. You let Jess continue to talk about her, it's a nice way of distancing yourself from your own stupid life.

Jess and you watch a few more hours of tv until she heads out to see meet her girlfriend and her friends.

"Good luck with Gubler," she says on her way out.

"I definitely need that," you say quietly. "I'll see you later!"

You clean up, putting glasses in the sink and paper plates in the trash. Then, you head to your room and plop down on the bed.

You call Lola, checking in on how school and everything is going. You assure your sister that you'll be visiting as soon as you can.

This acting schedule life has been crazy, you haven't been back home in a while. A part of you likes that you've been away, free from the stress of your parents and exploring Los Angeles on your own. It makes you feel more grown up than turning 34 will.

You slip into a pair of plaid pants and a white t shirt and wash your face and all the other nightly shit you do. You crawl into bed, a knot starting to tug at your stomach.

You wake up from a random ass dream, dreading the day ahead of you. As you get dressed, the knot tugs and pulls tighter in the pit of your stomach. You slip on joggers and a band t shirt, throw on a flannel, and step into white sneakers. Quickly, you comb through your brown hair, wash your face, brush your teeth, and get ready to head out of the door.

Grabbing your keys and a cup of homemade coffee from last night, you head down the stairs and to your car.

You arrive on set around 11am, heading to hair and makeup almost immediately. Your already slightly curly hair is curled more then pulled apart, leaving gorgeous waves.

A natural look as always is applied to your face, then you're sent to grab Delilah's outfit for the day. You put on black jeans, tan healed booties, a blue top, and a tan blazer to tie the look together.

You head down since they told you they were ready for you as soon as makeup, hair, and costume were done.

After talking to the director and marking/ planning the scene, it's time to shoot. This is just a quick scene of Delilah heading home from work early after getting a message from Spencer.

‘I have a surprise for you. Can you get off work for a little while?’

Delilah heads to her place after saying goodbye to her employees. "I'll be back later today, call me if you need anything." She gets in her car and starts the drive to her apartment. She plans to change really quick before going to see what Spencer had planned.

She unlocks her door and finds her boyfriend standing in her living room facing the other way. He's grabbing something.

"Spencer?"

He turns around, holding a rose in his hand. There's a sign above him that reads "happy birthday".

"Happy birthday, Delilah,” he smiles proudly.

"Thank you. But it's not until tomorrow,” she chuckles.

"I know. I didn't know if I'd get another day off this week, so I figured we'd celebrate today," he blushes, handing the rose to her as she approaches.

"Thank you, Spencer." Delilah wraps her arms around him. She looks down at the rose in her hands after pulling away.

"I wasn't sure what your favorite flower is, so..."

"Daisies... but you can never go wrong with a rose." Delilah smiles up at him, kissing him softly.

"Oh I almost forgot, I also got you this," he leads her over to the kitchen table where a cupcake sits in cute packaging. The mini cake says "to d - sr". "I couldn't fit your whole name," he chuckles nervously.

"You made this?"

He nods. "Baking is harder than I thought."

Delilah laughs. "It's perfect."

"You're perfect," he says.

She sits down, motioning for him to do so too. The cupcake is vanilla with purple icing. After taking a couple bites, she offers Spencer the rest of it.

In the kitchen, after washing her hands, she wipes off icing Spencer had gotten on his mouth.

Spencer wipes his thumb along her bottom lip.

"Oh did I have some too?" She chuckles.

"No." He leans in, pressing his lips to hers with desire. The kiss isn't rushed or too slow as their mouths move against each other's. Delilah starts to take her blazer off, he assists her. Their lips begin to move faster, tongues seeming to fight each other in passion. Delilah's fingers find their way to the bottom of Spencer's sweater, and she pulls it up over his head. She looks at his bare chest for a moment before his lips find hers again.

Spencer's pushed her up against a wall now, one hand on the side of her face and the other up against the wall. Her hands tug through his hair as their mouths move faster.

He kisses down her jaw to her neck, sucking just softly at the skin as he fiddles with the buttons of her jeans. Delilah's head leans back against the wall, a small whimper escaping from her mouth.

"Are you okay with this?" He says, slightly out of breath.

"Yes,” she nods eagerly.

He kisses her neck again, then his lips trail down to her chest. Spencer takes her shirt off, then continues to kiss down her body. When he reaches the top of her waistline, he stops.

On his knees, he looks up, asking once again for permission. Once she grants it, he's pulling Delilah's pants down and off her body.

"Spencer-"

Before she knows it, he's grabbing her hand and pulling her into her bedroom. She hovers above him on the bed. "You're so beautiful."

She smiles, leaning down to kiss him. All of her insecurities are pushed away when his mouth his on hers, when she feels his warmth. He flips their positions, gaining dominance.

"I love you," he says. Delilah's hands tangle in his hair as his mouth works on her. Gasps leave her lips as she feels the sensation.

When he's done, she pulls him down to her mouth, kissing him. Her tongue runs along his bottom teeth. "I love you," Delilah says against his mouth.

She helps him remove his pants and boxers before he unclasps her bra while kissing her neck...

Pulling away from her mouth, he asks if she's ready.

"Yes," she answers, nodding.

His pace stays slow for a while, speeding up with each tug she gives his hair. Moans leave both of their mouths as the pace quickens and gets rougher. She silences his groan with her tongue in his mouth.

You can't believe you just filmed that with Matthew. Obviously, you guys didn't actually have sex. But faking it seemed pretty damn real.

You stay silent as the recap of what just happened runs in your mind.

"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" Matthew says quietly in your ear.

It takes all of your strength not to turn around and slap his stupid face again. Instead, your body shivers, and you hate yourself for it.

You rush to your trailer as soon as you're allowed to. Your entire being is filled with fifty different emotions at once. For some reason, you almost want to cry. Maybe it's out of frustration?

You shut your eyes tightly, pushing back any feeling in your body or stupid thoughts. You pull your knees up to your chest and try to slow your breathing.

There's a knock at your door. Shit. You don't want to answer it, or talk to anybody. The trailer door opens, and the person you want to see the least is standing in the door way.

"Go away, Gubler.”

"Look I'm sorry for what I said earlier. And for calling you a bitch. You were right, I was being immature,” he says.

You nod your head, pushing your lips together tightly. "Actually I said you were an immature assclown."

Matthew chuckles slightly, "Ah yes. That."

It's silent for a moment. You can feel the tension between the two of you. It’s full of frustration and annoyance and attraction.

"Y/n, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to pin you up against a wall since the day I met you.”

You stare at him, wide eyed. Even in shock, you make a sarcastic comment. "Like violently or the saucy way?"

"Definitely the second,” he says calmly.

You try to chuckle, but it comes out as a huff.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. And today the kissing, the touching... it didn't help the situation. Even if it was for the show, it wasn't just acting for me,” Matthew tells you.

"It wasn't for me either..." your words are soft.

"Seriously?"

Oh shit he heard me.

You nod your head with a shrug.

He sits next to you on the couch. "So we're good?"

"We're good. I suppose,” you say with a dramatic breath.

Matthew smiles softly. You grab his face, pulling it down to yours. His lips return the favor immediately.

"We're not having sex here again though.”

"Oh why not? It was kind of sneaky of us,” he says. “Huge turn on.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes, kissing him again.

sixteen

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mirisss · 9 months

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As The Seasons Change Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The One Who Felt Like an Autumn Breeze

Summary: Throughout one’s life, you fall in love with many people, some will stay for a long time and some will be like a passing wind. As (Y/n) is cleaning to prepare to move, she finds some old pictures from when she was young and begins reminiscing on some old relationships she used to have. The memories, the laughs, the pain, they were all things she had to go through to find the love she has today.

In this story, Woozi, Dk, and (Y/n) are the same age and Seungkwan is one year younger than them

(Y/n) is also shorter than all of them, ‘cause I am, and I don’t know how to write for tall people,

Boo Seungkwan x afab reader

Wordcount ≈ 4k

Warnings: sad, slight angst, break-up,

Taglist: @jeonghansemotionalsupportsword ,

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Third person POV

I picked up another pile of photos from the box, this one much thicker, and in a way much more precious because it contained so many memories. This pile contained my entire childhood you could say, pictures from when I was 2-3 years old, all the photos were of me and my best friend Seungkwan. We were always together, and every day of my life that was important involved Seungkwan. My very first memory (well that I can remember now) has him in it. It’s from Halloween when I was 5 and Seungkwan was 4, it was our first time going trick-or-treating. I was dressed like a cat and Seungkwan was dressed like a puppy. I looked through the photos and found one picture from that day. I didn’t look very happy because I wanted to be a dog too, Seungkwan was so excited he could barely stand still for the photo. Our parents had to take a couple of photos to get at least one good one, though because of Kwan’s energy half of them turned out very blurry. Seungkwan was there for me as I went through my first heartbreak when I broke up with Jihoon. Seungkwan made it hurt just a little bit less until it completely stopped hearting and my heart began beating for someone else.

~ Flashback in (Y/n)’s POV ~

The last days of the summer break were hard. All I wanted to do was shut myself in my room and cry. I missed Jihoon so much, I know we weren’t together for that long but he was my first love and I didn’t want to let him go. Even though I tried shutting the world out, my best friend, Seungkwan, wouldn’t allow me to do that.

*Knock knock*

“(Y/n)? Hello? I know you’re in there, your mom let me in. Open the door,” “(Y/n), come on, I’ll break down the door or risk my life climbing in through your window,” “You can shut everyone else out but not me, we promised to never do this to each other. So, open up this damn door so I can be depressed with you,” Seungkwan sat outside my bedroom door for 2 hours, talking to himself as if he was talking with me. At first, I was just annoyed with him but after a while, it felt comforting. So, after 2 hours, I unlocked my bedroom door and let him inside.

“(Y/n)! You’re okay,” Seungkwan immediately hugged me, he took a deep breath as he held me in his arms. “I’m sorry for shutting you out,” “It’s okay, you’re okay, so it’s okay, just please, never do it again,” “I promise, I’ll never shut you out again, Kwan,” “Good, now, do you want to eat ice cream and watch sad movies or go outside to see the world?” “Ice cream and movies, as long as you’re a part of the deal,” “Deal, you pick a movie and I’ll go get the ice cream from the freezer,” “But we don’t have any ice cream at home?” “I brought some with me, I just didn’t want to have it with me while waiting so I asked your mom to put it in the freezer,” “My smart Seungkwan,” Seungkwan gave me one more hug before he went downstairs, I heard him tell my mom that I had finally opened my door and let him inside. Mom was happy to hear that I had finally let Seungkwan in again, she knew I wouldn’t open up to her but I would always talk with Seungkwan. So, this was a step in the right direction.

Seungkwan forced me to get out of the house and walk around, he said that the sun would miss me if I didn’t. Seungkwan had always had a talent of making me happy and feel better whenever I was sad, he was my best friend for a reason. With one more day of summer break, Seungkwan pulled together a little party with some of our friends. At first, I didn’t want to go but eventually, Seungkwan along with Joshua and Wonwoo persuaded me. My heart still hurt from losing Jihoon, but each day was getting better, all thanks to my bestie Boo.

~ End of flashback, Third Person pov ~

(Y/n) flipped through some more photos that showed the growth of her and Seungkwan. In the first couple of photos, (Y/n) was taller than Seungkwan but throughout the years, he outgrew her. After looking at a few pictures, (Y/n) found a picture from the last day of summer break, from the party Seungkwan pulled together. It was a group picture, (Y/n) was in the middle with Seungkwan, Joshua, and Jun on her right and Chan and Wonwoo on her left. They were all smiling, laughing actually. Chan and Joshua had some cake smudged on their faces, courtesy of Seungkwan and Jun pushing their heads into the cake moments before taking the picture. That day was filled with happy memories, not once did (Y/n) think about Jihoon as she was too busy finally being happy again.

The next picture in the pile was a photo from the first day of (Y/n)’s second year in high school and Seungkwan’s first. They went to school together that day so (Y/n)’s parents took a picture of the two, saying they would cherish that when they got older.

~ Flashback in (Y/n)’s POV ~

I was excited to get back to school as I wouldn’t have as much time to think about Jihoon, sure I would see all the places we used to hang out but now I could make new memories there with Seungkwan. As Boo and I posed for the photo my parents wanted to take, I was eagerly awaiting the walk to school. Something I once dreaded, but now looked forward to. As long as I have Seungkwan with me, everything will be okay.

“Come on, let me show you around!” “Let’s go!” I showed Seungkwan all the good spots around the school before we had to get to our classes. We met up for lunch and ate together with our whole friend group. Seungkwan, Wonwoo, Joshua, Jun, Chan, and myself. It was nice to have all of them there. I also spoke with Seungcheol, Minghao, and Soonyoung during the day, something I never thought I would do as they reminded me of Jihoon too much. But I realized that during the moments I had met them, they too became my friends. Soon enough, they had joined my friend group and the boys quickly grew to like each other.

The days and weeks flew by and before we knew it, autumn was here. The leaves turned yellow and orange until they floated down to the ground, leaving the trees bare as the wind grew colder and stronger day by day. My heart was no longer shattered into a thousand pieces from the breakup with Jihoon. No, it had slowly been put together piece by piece thanks to Seungkwan. With every laugh, every movie we watched, all the times we held hands to not lose each other in a crowd, and all the ‘just because’ hugs.

Minghao invited all of us to a party to celebrate his birthday. He decided to celebrate a little earlier than usual to be able to have the party during Halloween. Our entire friend group was going + like a million people, Minghao knew a lot of people. Or, he just invited everyone hoping for more presents. In honor of 5-year-old me, I decided to dress up as a dog because I never had before and I really had been jealous of Seungkwan for being a dog that year. Unbeknownst to me, Seungkwan had a similar idea as he too dressed up like a dog just like that year from our childhood.

Seungkwan’s POV

I spent four days, pestering Joshua into asking (Y/n) what she was dressing up as for Minghao’s party. I wanted to match with her without her knowing it happened intentionally. Hoping it would make her realize that we were meant to be. I had been in love with her since I was 12 so it did hurt seeing her get into a relationship with someone else, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little happy when they broke up. Though it mostly hurt, seeing my best friend so broken. Even if we never become anything more than friends that's fine with me, I’m okay with just standing by her side, being her best friend. But I do dream of what it would be like if we dated.

After four days of pestering Joshua, he did ask her. Hearing her idea, I couldn’t help but smile. I remembered that Halloween, our first trick or treat, holding hands as we walked door to door in our neighborhood. Sometimes I think I fell in love with her that day, I probably did. I quickly hurried out and bought everything I needed to put together my own dog costume, one that would resemble the one I had that day a few years ago.

(Y/n)’s POV

I was running a bit late to the party as it took longer than expected to get my makeup right. Seungkwan and the others were meeting me at the party, so at least I wasn’t holding anyone else back. I quickly ran down the stairs and threw on my shoes before rushing outside to head over to the party.

It didn’t take me too long to get to the party. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it. About a minute later it was opened and I was surprised to find Seungkwan dressed as a puppy on the other side of it. “YOU’RE A PUPPY TOO?” “Hello to you too, (Y/n). And, yes, what else would I be?” We laughed it off before we headed inside. I was the last of our closest friend group to arrive so Seungkwan led me over to the others.

The night was quite fun, we danced, sang, and had some competitions here and there. Overall, the party was very successful. Minghao was happy with everything. Eventually, people began leaving the party and before we knew it, only our friend group was left. We didn’t feel ready to part just yet so we sat down in a circle on the ground and just talked. Chan suddenly gave a suggestion that I wasn’t expecting, he suggested we played “Truth or dare” and all the boys were quick to agree.

Most of the dares and the truths were stupid things like “Do an impression of Professor Kim” “Drink this disgusting drink we made of random things in the fridge,” Everything was quite harmless and fun, or at least until it was once again Seungkwan’s turn to be asked and he chose dare. Joshua, Jun, and Dino looked at one another mischievously while snickering. “We dare you to, kiss (Y/n),” “WHAT?” Seungkwan and I said in unison and in panic.

Seungkwan looked at me nervously as he crawled closer to me, just as he was kneeling in front of me he whispered “Is this okay?” “Yes,” Normally I would have said no, but something in me told me to say yes. Seungkwan slowly leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips, to which all our friends broke out into loud cheers and whistles. Once the kiss was over, Seungkwan’s face was as red as a tomato. Mine probably was too. Our eyes met for a second before we quickly looked away, Seungkwan moved back to his original seat. For the remaining hour of the party, Seungkwan and I didn’t look at each other once.

When I got home that night, as I laid down in bed, all I could think about was how much I actually liked kissing Seungkwan. And also, how much I wanted to do it once again. I was confused over this feeling, he was my best friend, the boy I have known my entire life, and now I had a crush on him?!? HUh? Why? I wondered if maybe, Seungkwan liked me too. Could that be why he was so flustered after the kiss? Or was he just embarrassed because he had his first kiss with his childhood best friend in front of our friend group? Probably the latter option.

Seungkwan’s POV

After the kiss, I couldn’t help but wish for more. I always thought just being friends was enough but after the kiss, I kept yearning for more. Each night after the party I dreamt of how it would feel to be (Y/n)’s boyfriend, to hold her hand, to hug her, to hold her, to kiss her in the rain, as it snows, to kiss her in front of a warm fire. My dreams weren’t helping my situation of trying to stay put in my place as her best friend.

As the weeks went by, I noticed that (Y/n) was acting a bit weird around me. It wasn’t anything big but I noticed it. How she always moved a little closer to me when we sat on the couch watching a movie, how she often looked at me when I wasn’t looking at her, how she smiled even more around me, how she often looked at my hand when we walked beside each other, almost reaching for my hand but right before touching it she moved her hand away.

Over the months, through Christmas and New Year's eve, I built the courage to ask her out on a date. I was building the courage to possibly ruin our friendship. I was terrified, but I needed to know, especially now that she was, probably, sending me hints of her possible feelings.

(Y/n)’s POV

The months after the party and the kiss turned my world upside down. I officially had feelings for Seungkwan. Boo Seungkwan, my childhood best friend. I tried to give subtle hints of my feelings for him to see how he would react, only to remember that guys pretty much never understand girl hints. I felt like he didn’t act any differently towards me after the kiss from before it.

Months had passed, Seungkwan’s birthday had been, and it was now spring, the snow had begun to thaw, the flowers had begun to sprout, and my feelings, just like the flowers were in full bloom. The weekend was approaching and I needed to talk about my feelings, usually I would talk with Seungkwan about these things but I couldn’t talk about my feelings for him with him. So, I invited Wonwoo for a sleepover. I didn’t dare invite Joshua because I knew he would become too excited and accidentally tell Seungkwan about my feelings. Wonwoo came over with a bunch of snacks, ready to help me with my problem.

“Okay, Woo, here’s the thing. After Minghao’s party, you know after the kiss, I developed feelings for Seungkwan. And I don’t know whether I should tell him or try to get over him, what do you think?” Wonwoo adjusted his glasses as he gave me a smile. “I don’t think you need to worry, (Y/n). I’m not sure but from my observations, I would say that both you and Seungkwan have harbored feelings for each other after the kiss or even possibly since before it. So, if you want to take the step and confess your feelings I would encourage it just as I would support you if you don’t want to do that,” Wonwoo ended his little speech with a hug, one I definitely needed.

After the sleepover with Wonwoo, I was certain of my feelings and my stance on the situation. I wouldn’t take the first step, so If Seungkwan didn’t do anything then we would just remain as friends, however, if he did say or do anything to confess, I would accept it.

In the middle of April, it finally happened. “(Y/n), I have to tell you something, and if you don’t want to be friends anymore, that’s fine, 'cause I just have to tell you,” “What is it, Boo?” “I’m in love with you,” “Yeah, I don’t think I want to be friends anymore,” “Oh, really?” “Yeah, 'cause I want to be more. I’m in love with you too,” Seungkwan’s confession to me ended with our second kiss, this one in privacy and it was much longer. This was the start of a beautiful relationship.

~ End of Flashback, (Y/n)’s POV ~

I flipped through a few more pictures, some of them from Christmas after the first kiss, New Year’s Eve, from Seungkwan’s birthday, and finally I stopped at the Polaroid picture that was a bit blurry, taken in the dark of Seungkwan’s room from the day he confessed to me. It was a photo of us sharing a kiss as we smiled. It brought back a lot of memories for me looking at this picture. Seungkwan was my childhood best friend, a person involved in all of my core memories from my childhood. My relationship with him was beautiful and I wish we could have made it work for longer but it wasn’t what destiny had in mind for us.

~ Flashback in Third person POV ~

Some years passed and (Y/n) graduated from high school, now she was preparing to go to college. Joshua, Wonwoo, and Jun all ended up choosing the same college as each other so they hoped they could share a dorm. Seungcheol, Hoshi, and Minghao all chose the same college as well. Only leaving (Y/n), she ended up being the only one from their group choosing this one specific college. Which was scary for her, for the first time she would know no one, meaning it would be hard to make friends.

(Y/n) and Seungkwan tried to deal with the long distance. They truly did their best. Texting and face-timing or calling whenever they could. Seungkwan visited (Y/n) as often as he could, though soon he became too busy to visit her, and (Y/n) became too busy to even call or text him as she adjusted to the heavy workload she had.

One weekend when (Y/n) was visiting her parents and Seungkwan, she was determined to have a difficult discussion with her boyfriend. The young couple went up to (Y/n)’s room as her parents left for dinner with some of their other friends. “Seungkwan, I love you. I really do, but I don’t think I can deal with the long distance anymore. It’s only been a month and I’m feeling so bad because I can’t text you as often, I feel bad because I can’t return your calls as I am too tired to look at my phone after a day of lectures. I feel like my mental health can’t handle a long-distance relationship,” (Y/n) was crying heavily at the end of her explanation.

“(Y/n), it’s okay. I understand how you feel. I love you too, but honestly, I feel the same way. I hate the distance, and this hatred is making me hate the relationship itself, not you but the idea of the relationship. I want you to thrive in college, have fun, and live your life. I don’t want you to feel bad because of me. I want to be happy too, and since you moved away, I haven’t really been happy. Maybe for both of us, it would be better if we broke up. In the future, we might find our way back to each other,”

It hurt them both, but for them, it was the right decision. Neither one wanted to cause the other pain nor did they want themselves to live in pain. If they wanted to be able to save their friendship, breaking up was the only choice. Maybe destiny had someone else in mind for them or would they perhaps fall in love with one another once again later on in life?

~ End of flashback, (Y/n)’s POV ~

As I looked at the last picture Seungkwan and I took as a couple, I felt a single tear fall down my cheek. It was a picture my parents took of us on the day we broke up. In the picture, we were moving out of a hug, with tears in our eyes but smiles on our faces. Seungkwan’s mouth was slightly open from him just whispering I will always love you to me. After that, we separated and I went back to my college dorm.

Seungkwan was still in my life but we weren’t nearly as close as we used to be. We mostly only met the times I came home and the other boys were visiting their parents too and we would meet up to hang out with the full group. I spoke more with Wonwoo, Joshua, Minghao, Hoshi, and Scoups than I did with Seungkwan. Anyone who met me at that time would think that Seungkwan and I had never really known each other but only had common friends.

Maybe Seungkwan and I’s relationship was just a passing breeze, it was gentle and sweet like a crisp autumn breeze that slightly rattles the orange levees making them dance.

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when i think of you, the sun shines (and i throw away my sorrow)

1. whispering “kiss me” to your lover

miya osamu x gn!reader, 1.7k words, sfw part of my mini series: you look like a dream i never want to wake up from

> warnings: cw heavy food mention + consumption, they/them pronouns used once, reader is called a ‘dame’ once for the sake of a nursery rhyme reference (no effect on plot), reader has a typical asian tiger mom (or not...?), please ask me to tag anything else!

it starts off with the gentle plop of a juice box being placed on your desk, followed by the scrape of the chair opposite yours as osamu intrudes on your lunchtime.

“ya should come sleep over this weekend, darlin’,” he says in his charming drawl, milk carton in one hand and curry bun in the other. if you didn’t know osamu this well, you’d think it was strange that he was eating so little for lunch—after all, there’s practice later, and he needs to keep his energy up. but you know better; you know that he’s already had his lunch (and some of atsumu’s), and this bread-milk combo is just dessert.

“‘tsumu’s sleepin’ over at suna’s, the parents are out of town,” he continues, punctuating his sentence with a noisy slurp of his chocolate milk. “we can make dinner, watch movies, eat ice cream, maybe start on the new season of attack on titan, eat the chips i’ve stashed away—don’t tell ‘tsumu—and, well.” osamu scratches the back of his ear shyly. “maybe cuddle a little.”

you raise an eyebrow at his suggestion. “you know that it’s not up to me to say yes, ‘samu. the maternal figure has the final say.”

“i know, i know.” slumped over your desk now, milk carton emptied and crushed, osamu looked very much like a pouty kid that was denied playtime. “ask her and let me know what she says.”

“sure.” you make a grab for your boyfriend’s half-finished curry bun and he gives it to you without a fight—partner privileges—a fact you proudly note, and take a generous bite before returning it to him. “just be prepared for her to say no. you know how my mother is.”

a soft, pained sigh. “aight, i’ll mentally prepare myself. maybe get some tissues ready for when i bawl my eyes out. hey, can i skip practice if i’m too sad to go?”

“nonsense, miya. that’s an extra round of diving drills for even thinking about skipping.”

“but i’m your boyfriend!”

you smirk, “and i’m your team manager.”

speaking of tissues—you lug a discounted five-pack of unbleached, premium bamboo tissues (what a mouthful and an armful) home, which you present to your mother as a peace offering.

“and what is this?” she asks, casting you a quick glance over the top of her glasses, evening newspaper in hand.

“tissues. there was a sale and i noticed we ran out.”

“hmmm, thanks. i’ll pay you later.”

“no need.”

another glance at you, tinted with even more suspicion now. she lowers the newspaper. “what do you want, honey? more allowance?”

“no, no, i’m good on that.” you slide into the seat across hers, folding your knees under you and your hands in your lap politely—the perfect picture of an obedient child who just bought extra soft tissues for their mother.

“okay, so…?”

better rip the bandaid off quickly.

“canisleepoveratthemiya’s?” you blurt out. “this weekend, um. osamu says we can watch movies and make dinner together. you know that anime with, like, human-eating giants? he wants to watch that, and…” and maybe cuddle. fuck, not like you can tell your mother that. “…and i was wondering if you’d let me.”

silence.

you watch as your mother carefully folds her newspaper into half, then in quarters, then in eighths. the sight of the grey rectangle makes you gulp. somehow, it reminds you of when she’d smack you with it when you weren’t behaving, and you’re not too sure if you’ll end up with the same fate by the end of tonight.

the glasses came next, lifted carefully off her nose bridge. the lenses are cleaned on her simple cotton shirt. after folding in their temples, her glasses find their place atop the evening newspaper.

you’re sweating bullets by now, fingernails digging into your standard-issue school track pants. you knew it. you knew she’d say no, and then lecture you on how it was improper for you to be alone with your boyfriend in his home, to sleep with him—this way or that—with nobody else at home. you shouldn’t have bothered asking and just rejected osamu straight out. that’ll definitely save you this anxiety, and the newspaper-print on your bum—

“okay.”

“...what?”

“i said, okay. just don’t do anything foolish, and come home before lunch on sunday. oh, and ask him to teach you how to do your physics homework too—i heard you crying in your room the other day.”

you stare in disbelief.

“ma, not like i’m unhappy that you said yes, but… did you hit your head? are you— are you unwell?” you reach out to place the back of your hand against her forehead, only to be met with an amused laugh.

your mother takes your hand in hers, patting the back of it gently. “i’m not usually this lenient, i know. but i have eyes too, you know.”

she smiles, “and i can tell that osamu loves you very much.”

saturday comes faster than you expected.

osamu celebrates with three big grocery bags of snacks—one for the master (him), one for the dame (you), and one for your mother, who said yes without complaint.

as promised, the pair of you make dinner (curry omurice, big loopy ketchup hearts drawn on yours courtesy of your boyfriend), watch movies (your name—you cry, osamu doesn’t), and eat ice cream (vanilla, with generous heaps of crushed cookies mixed in).

two seasons of attack on titan, half a bag of chips, and a quick wash up in the bathroom later, you find yourself squished next to osamu in his bed. not the most comfortable, given the tight space, but definitely the most anticipated moment of the night.

with the lights off, the room silent save for your lover’s soft breathing and the quiet whir of the air-conditioner, you reckon there was nowhere you’d rather be at this very moment.

“are you worried about next week’s match?” you ask, voice soft and small as you trace arbitrary shapes on your lover’s chest.

“naw, not at all,” he huffs. “the team’s strong. i’m strong.” he smiles down at you in the dark though he knows you can’t see his face. a hand reaches up to hold yours, lacing your fingers together effortlessly.

“and we have a lovely manager who worries about everythin’ else for us, takin’ good care of us, of me—so no, i’m not worried at all.” he brings your intertwined hands up to his face, grazing his lips over your knuckles ever so gently. you feel your breath hitch and your face warm, immeasurably touched by osamu’s words.

“in fact,” he continues, “i’m excited to show how hard i’ve been workin’. can’t let ‘tsumu steal the show with his serves, right?”

you laugh at his determination, light and love-drunk. “of course, ‘samu. i see the extra practice you’ve been putting in. ’m proud of you.”

you feel his lips curve up into a smile against your knuckles, followed by a series of soft smacks as he kisses the back of your hand gently.

“i’m proud of ya too,” osamu whispers, warm breath tickling you. “proud of how far ya’ve come. proud of how far we’ve come.”

“right, it’s been a few months since you cornered me in the supply closet.”

“oh shush, darlin’. ya liked it.”

he unravels your fingers to take your wrist, ever gentle. you have no idea what he’s doing—the curtains are drawn so all light is shut out, save for the faint sheen of moonshine peeping in from under the curtains. in the cold, silent darkness of his room, osamu interchanges between light kisses and nibbles on the tips of your fingers like a game of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not.

“yer hands are cold,” he sighs, warm breath fanning over your fingers. you feel his free hand wrap around your waist to pull you closer. closer, like he could swallow up your body and have you two become one. you’d let him.

“kiss me, ‘samu,” you breathe. “please.”

and he does, nose nudging yours in the dark before his lips meet yours. they’re cold. he tastes of mint and apple, courtesy of his toothpaste, and warm—if warm had a taste. then came the first swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip, shy, but you open up immediately. your hands, intertwined between your bodies, find their place between your chests—where your heart was fluttering like a free bird against the back of his hand. you kissed, wet and warm and sweet, until you lost track of time and you couldn’t remember when the kiss started. you kissed, hungrily and teasingly and lovingly, till you ran out of breath and had to pull away gasping.

“breathe, darlin’.”

and you do, taking in shuddery inhales through your nose. your lover drops a quick peck to the tip of your nose, then to the apple of your cheek, chuckling as you pant.

“that good?”

“shut up, ‘samu. you— you wouldn’t give me a damn chance to breathe.” you shove at his chest playfully, then surge closer to tuck your face into his neck shyly. because yes, he did take your breath away, though admitting it only meant he’d be crazily insufferable about it for the rest of the year. maybe even for the rest of your entire relationship.

you hear a soft smack as osamu plants a kiss atop your head before throwing a leg over yours. “sorry for teasing ya, darlin’,” he croons sweetly, shoulders still shaking slightly from laughter. “i’ll make ya breakfast to make up for it.”

“oh, good. i want extra tofu in my miso soup,” you sniff.

“sure thing.”

“and natto, but you have to mix it for me.”

“will do.”

“i also want a fried egg, a kiss, and a million dollars.”

your lover squeezes your hip, then pulls you closer to him once more.

“of course, darlin’,” he sings, rubbing soothing circles up and down your back that have your eyelids drooping in a second. “i’ll give ya anything—all the tofu and natto and eggs ya can eat, all the morning kisses ya want.”

osamu drops a final goodnight kiss on your forehead, soft and sweet. you’re dozing off now, soft breaths filtering across his neck.

“i’ll give ya the world, darlin’.”

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a/n: hello!!! okay, okay. i gotta say this might be my favourite piece in this series so far, and one of the top few things i’ve ever written. i’m really proud of it, and i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! (☆▽☆) the words seemed to flow from me effortlessly which hardly happens (lol), so this is defo a piece i’ll remember for a long time. if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging & commenting! it’ll trick my brain into giving you guys more lovesick!samu, heh. thank you for reading and i’m giving you a kiss on the forehead <3

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ROOM 37. haechan

part 2. 5.5k words

playlist here

in which she falls for the guitarist next door.

ft. jeno, renjun, jaemin, yangyang, xiaojun, kun, soobin, winter, yeji

genre enemies to lovers, band au

warning contains drinking, smoking, mature content, haechan is an asshole at first

❝that attitude of yours is awful,

lee haechan. i don't care how

hot you are.❞

❝you think i'm hot? how sweet.❞

"open up." the sound of an exaggerated deep voice of youngmis brother was heard from the other side of the door. the girl who sat on the couch, eating ice cream and watching a movie practically jumped 10 feet into the air at him banging on the door beforehand.

she rolled her eyes, getting up and heading to the door before swinging it open. she didn't even get a chance to say anything as the twin pushed passed her and strutted into the apartment like he owned the place.

"why are you here?" youngmi asked, not wanting to deal with him at that moment.

"obviously i had to see the place for myself," he replied, plopping onto the couch with a sigh, "a bit underwhelming, but i'm not mad at it."

"buy your own house, then you can comment on mine as much as you want." the girl warned, sitting down next to him.

unlike his two sisters, yejun had no plans to move out of his moms house anytime soon. she never urged her kids to do anything, including getting their own place, but she was never mad when they decided it was time to leave or if they wanted to stay. so, yejun took it as an opportunity to stay as long as he pleased.

"nah, i'll probably just move in here," he joked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and placing his hands behind his head comfortably.

youngmi snickered, "yeah fucking right. you ever get kicked out, you'll either be on the streets or living with youngja."

yejun gasped dramatically. "wow! aren't you just such a good sister?"

"no that was too generous, youngja wouldn't let you stay with her either."

the boy shoved his twins head gently with the palm of his hand. "i like living with mom, anyways."

the pair watched whatever movie was displayed on the tv, mostly in comfortable silence with occasional side conversation about something random in their lives they'd forgotten to tell the other. the three siblings were easily best friends and told each other anything and everything, as their childhood wasn't great and the twins had to rely on youngja too much anyways.

"do you hear that?" yejun asked abruptly, reaching forward to the remote to pause the tv.

the confusion on youngmis face soon turned to irritation when she could hear the faint sound of muffled music playing through the wall. at least today he was nice enough to keep it quieter than usual. youngmi snatched the remote back with a huff and pressed play on the movie. "that's the guy next door, he does that."

"want me to go say something to the dude?" the other replied, hands on the couch ready to pounce up. yejun was a troubled kid who got into way more fights than he'd like to admit, and although he's matured mostly since then, he'll still take up any opportunity to punch someone.

the girl shook her head quickly. "no, no, sit down."

"why are you so fucking nice? that shit would piss me off, you should go say something."

despite the two looking identical, they were polar opposites. youngmi was a quiet, calm person. though she never took shit from anyone, she'd much prefer to just stay out of drama and things she could simply just avoid. yejun was not that person at all.

"it's not that it bothers me that bad to have to say something. if it does as time goes on, then i will." that was likely a lie. she had no intent on ever saying a word, especially after the encounter she had with him just the day before.

the taller decided he didn't care enough to carry the conversation as they went back to watching the movie in silence. they got immersed in the comedy film displayed and youngmi hadn't heard her phone buzzing until she looked over to see countless messages from none other than the girl she knew as sunny.

"leave," she said after reading through each message.

yejuns head perked up. "hm?"

"leave. i'm going out with a friend." the girl gushed, jumping up from her seat and running to the bathroom as she took her hair out of the knotted bun.

"you're just gonna kick me out?" the other shouted.

"yes! get out!"

she could hear a chuckle of disbelief from her twin as he quickly yelled a goodbye before leaving. youngmi brushed her hair as fast as she could, seething in pain at her scalp being yanked at but didn't stop until she was done. once hardly satisfied with her hair, realizing it wouldn't get any better, she moved to her bedroom and snatched pieces of random clothing items from her closet to throw on.

her pants were halfway on when she heard a knock from the door, immediately knowing it was sunny. "shit." she buttoned and zipped her jeans and smoothed out the t-shirt she threw on, running fingers through her hair to make it look like actually did something. she glanced at her makeup bag before deciding she'd rather not fuck up her face by rushing, and went bare-faced.

youngmi opened the door breathless and even a little dizzy, but sunny seemed to not have noticed her slightly panicked state when she looked up with a huge smile and practically dragged youngmi out of her place.

"i'm so glad you were free, i wasn't kidding when i said i like you. you drink, right?"

youngmi, who barely had time to process what was even going on, nodded eagerly. actually, she wasn't a big drinker at all. she hated the taste of alcohol and hated herself under the infuence even more.

before she knew it they were outside in front of an uber, sunny opening the door for youngmi as they stepped inside. "are you good with going out to a bar with some friends? you'll love them, i promise."

"yeah, of course," the girl reassured.

youngmi stepped into the bar with sunny with sweaty palms and a heavy chest. she started out quiet around the people she didn't know, but that soon changed when she started getting alcohol in her system.

it's not that they were pressuring her into drinking whatsoever. she was more so pressuring herself and wanting to seem cool by drinking more than she knew she could handle, and since these people have never seen her drunk themselves, they didn't know better than to encourage it.

youngmi learned that the five were inseperable in highshool, and it carried out in their early adult years. she could tell easily by the way they interacted and cracked endless inside jokes that she didn't understand, but was grateful they tried to fill her in on what it meant.

"are you okay?" sunny laughed loudly, watching as youngmi sunk into her seat with a goofy smile on her face.

youngmi nodded, humming. "i'm great."

it was easy to say the friends were loving it. she learned their names were eric, soobin, yeji, and winter who was a year younger than the rest. drunk youngmi found it hilarious how she and sunny were named after a season and the weather you'd describe in the summertime.

"it suits you, you know? like yeah. she's definitely a winter." she smiled, leaning her elbow on the table with a grin not leaving her face.

winter and yeji leaned into each other in fits of laughter. "she's so cute."

"okay, it's getting late and i have work in the morning." sunny announced once everyone had calmed down, them nodding in agreement feeling as if they'd also drank enough and it was time to go home.

"you ready?" she asked youngmi, but the girl was already sitting up from her seat.

the group said their goodbyes and made sure everyone was getting home safely, soobin being the designated driver for the other three and even offered sunny and youngmi a ride home, the two politely declining before she called another uber.

the girl could hardly stay awake in the ride, the bumps in the road making her feel slightly nauseous and got worried she was about to projectile vomit. luckily, she didn't and made it home safely.

"byeeee," she sang to sunny as she stepped out of the uber, the taller girl waving goodbye and still giggling at how funny youngmi was while drunk.

"goodnight!"

her legs trotted into the apartment building, the main floor being fully empty as it was already late in the night. the lights were dim and youngmis vision was still a bit blurry, as she found herself drunkenly and carefully stepping through the halls and into the elevator. her head felt like it was getting heavier and heavier and she kept having to stop herself from leaning into the walls and falling asleep standing up.

eyes barely open, she stepped out of the now open elevator doors and pulled her keys from her pocket and attempted to shove the key into the keyhole aimlessly.

"what the fuck?" she mumbled when the key wouldn't push inside, quickly growing irritated.

after trying another countless amount of times, she threw her head back in frustration before the sound of someone clearing their throat just next to her caused her to jump out of her skin.

"wrong room."

youngmi almost couldn't recognize the voice, but she didn't have to turn around to know who was standing there. still, her heart dropped right to her stomach as she lifted her head to see she was standing in front of the room numbered 37 instead of 38. "fuck."

haechan couldn't help a small smirk appearing at the corners of his mouth as he watched youngmi take a walk of shame to her door, noticing how her cheeks appeared to be red and her walk was stumbled. "are you drunk?"

"why do you care?" she muttered, holding the key to the now correct keyhole.

haechans eyebrows raised in shock, but not saying anything and watched even longer as youngmi continuously missed the key in the right spot. she fiddled with it over and over again, but just couldn't seem to get it right.

the boy grew annoyed and huffed lightly, reaching out to grab the key from her hands. "let me do it."

she quickly snatched her hand away before he could do so. "i got it. i got it."

the now raised eyebrow expression from the boy next door turned into a frown of utter confusion as he pulled his hands away and sucked his teeth. "whatever."

although youngmi definitely started it this time, she felt even more annoyed with haechan when she heard him unlock the door to his own apartment and slam it back shut. she thought, how rude and disrespectful is it to play music loud enough for the entire hallway hear, then get mad when someone gives him the same energy? tsk.

"douche," she whispered as she finally managed open the door to her place and get inside. it was definitely the alcohol talking at this point. maybe he was just having a bad day the first time she came face to face with him, and now she was suddenly feeling bad for-

no. he was rude first and she was simply returning the favor.

right?

youngmis arm flopped over to her bedside table, snatching her phone from it and opened her eyes halfway to see where the sound was coming from. she huffed loudly at yangyangs name displayed on her screen, not wanting to answer but knew he wouldn't leave her alone until she did. so, she pressed the green button and put the phone up to her ear.

"hello?" she mumbled into her phone with a groggy voice.

"where the fuck are you?" the boy cursed on the other line.

youngmi groaned quietly, slightly pulling the device away from her ear. "stop yelling, my head hurts."

"bitch, you're late for work and you know how much i hate being here alone."

"hm?" still dazed and confused, the girl took a minute to process what she'd just heard before her eyes shot open and she groaned again, this time louder and more at herself than yangyang. "i slept in on accident, sorry. i'll be there soon."

not giving him a chance to respond, youngmi jumped from her bed with the clothes from the night before still on her body as she ran to the bathroom. this is exactly what i get for drinking more than i can handle.

the toothpaste almost missed her toothbrush as she brought it up to her mouth and scrubbed her teeth like her life depended on it. sure she wouldn't be as late to work, but now at the cost of gum disease. she quickly finished up her routine and was out the door on her way to work before she could even blink.

as she pulled up to the record store, yangyang seemed to have been glaring out the window with a slight headshake at the sight of her. he looked pissed but youngmi couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic reaction from him of her. her car keys dangled over her finger as she entered the place, cool air hugging her immediately over her bare legs barely covered by black shorts.

"you look like literal death." yangyang commented. "kun has no idea you're late by the way, you're welcome!"

youngmi sent a playful smile his way and ruffled his hair. "thank you!" as the boy went back to check out where he was supposed to be.

a huff left youngmis lips as she looked around the store for costumers to help when a somewhat familiar face came into sight. soobin, she thought, the same guy she was introduced to literally the night prior. she was still a little embarrassed about her behavior, so she got ready to twist around and pretend like she didn't see him, but he managed to spot her before she could.

a cute smile fell on his face and he lifted his hand with a small wave to greet her. not the girl definitely couldn't avoid him, so she thought to be polite and walk up to him herself. "soobin, right?"

"yeah, do you come here a lot?" he asked.

"i work here! so... yeah, i do." youngmi laughed awkwardly as her hand found its way onto her nape as a nervous habit.

soobins face fell into realization, "ah, okay. even better. this is literally my first time coming here, and even buying records, so i really have no idea what i'm doing."

the shorter nodded and glanced at the record in his hand. "well, you seem to be getting the hang of it already. prince, you listen to him a lot?"

"yeah! honestly i don't know much about music, and i wanna get into it more so i figured this was the best way to start. i liked him a lot as a kid."

"i wasn't big on him but he's incredible. i would've never guessed you're a prince kind of guy."

soobin chuckled lightly, "i've heard that a lot."

"i have to get back to work, so just take that up front. if you want, i can put away a pile of bands and stuff i think you'll like for next time you come back?" this was too generous. youngmis job was mainly to help people find what their looking for, so maybe this was her attempt at flirting.

the boys eyes lit up. "really? yes, definitely. i would love that, thank you."

youngmi nodded before walking away to another costumer who looked even more lost than soobin. it was only her second time speaking to the boy, but she couldn't stop thinking about the interaction for the rest of her shift. was it his laugh? his eyes? his hair?

later that night she sat on a facetime call with sunny while she ate dinner and sunny painted her nails. she was quickly learning that sunny is one of the easiest people to talk to about anything, and they never seemed to run out of things to talk about. "so... is soobin like, single? by any chance?"

sunny gasped lightly as her eyebrows perked up, her eyes moving from her hand to the camera on her phone. "someones hot for soobin."

youngmi laughed, "no like, he seems super sweet and i don't know. he's fully my type. literally everything about him."

"he's single, babe. he is genuinely the sweetest guy ever, i'm glad you're going for him rather than eric."

"really? why?"

"one word. whore."

the two laughed together as youngmi chewed the food on her plate and sat in comfortable silence. after the sigh of a full stomach, she got ready to tell sunny she was gonna get ready for bed but the usual sound of haechans guitar broke the silence before she could.

she fought back a groan and didn't think sunny could hear it, but her head shot up again and she broke out into laughter. "holy shit. tell me that isn't who i think it is."

"mhm," the other hummed, "it's exactly who you think it is."

"you have full permission to go over there and beat his ass, i had to live with that for years so i know how fucking annoying it can be."

youngmi shook her head with a smile that hid her seethed teeth. "nope. it's all good."

"god, youngmi, it's only been a week and this place is a mess."

"it's not even that bad, you're only focusing on the bad parts."

youngmis mother had visited the apartment for the first time since picking it out months ago, her black heels clicking against the polished floor as she examined every single room for way too long. the woman turned back to her daughter with a sigh. "are you okay with everything so far? are your neighbors nice? do you have everything you need?"

the mention of neighbors made youngmis mind immediately shift to the boy in room 37, as that was the only one she really knew and against her will as well. "everything's good. i'm an independent woman."

her mom chuckled, "right, that's true. i'll head out now, call me if you need anything. i'm sure your dad will want to see this place soon so please clean up."

"you got it. bye." with a quick goodbye the woman left the place and youngmi decided to start immediately on cleaning up.

she gathered all the random pieces of clothing from around the place and shoved them into her bin of dirty laundry, making sure to pick up towels and such from the kitchen and bathroom. she then slipped on a random pair of shoes with the bin at her hip and headed out of the place and to the laundry room just down the hall, which she found very convenient.

she pushed open the door with her body and stepped inside with a huff, almost fully stopping in her tracks when she instantly made eye contact with none other than lee haechan. something about seeing him made her nerves go up, his aura being intimidating as is and his attitude didn't help, but he never paid her any mind as his eyes moved away.

he wasn't alone this time. a girl sat on a counter top in front of him, his hands at her waist as they conversed while small giggles left her mouth. youngmi couldn't understand what they were talking about, the sound of washers drowning out their voices and them talking significantly low made it impossible to hear.

either way, something about the way he whispered to her and her obnoxious giggling filling her ears even over the sound made her blood boil. and to put the cherry on top, they were right next to the only washer available.

the girl he spoke to twirled her long blonde hair between her finger tips as haechan massaged his hand on her knee. youngmi placed her bin on a chair on the other side of the room, mindlessly digging through the dirty clothes as she waited for the two to leave. she found it so annoying how hard he seemed to be trying to look cool in front of this girl.

get a fucking room.

after a good five minutes, the pair still hadn't left the room and as much as she didn't want to, she had no other choice but to politely ask them to move.

"hey, this is the only free washer, could you guys maybe scootch over a little bit?" she asked nicely, a friendly grin over her lips.

"my clothes are in here." haechan replied, his face deadpanning as he looked her way, pointing to the washer and drier on the other side of them.

"right, but this is the only other open one in here, and her leg is halfway on top of it. i can't really open it like this." what she really wanted to say was, i don't feel like watching strangers practically dry hump as i do my laundry so please fucking move.

"why don't you just go to another floor?" the girl stepped in, her eyes scanning youngmis body with a frown on her face.

her face went blank, blinking in disbelief as the pair stared at her. her heart started pounding out of her chest, not wanting to make a scene but couldn't believe the conversation she was having. all she wanted to do was have clean clothes.

"why... would i do that when this room is on the same floor as my apartment...?"

haechan seemingly not wanting anything to do with youngmi anymore, brought the girl off the counter and left the room with one last glare, leaving youngmi embarrassed and frozen in her feet. just when she thought he couldn't get any worse.

her body still shaken from frustration and embarrassment, she angrily threw her clothes into the washer as she tried to forget about what just happened. as if her mind was being read, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and pulled it out to see a call from sunny.

she clicked answer, holding the phone up to her ear. "hello?"

"hi-whoa. hello attitude, everything okay?"

youngmi sighed when she realized her tone came out more harsh than she wanted to. "i'm sorry, it's just..." she can't tell sunny that her brother was easily making life way more difficult than it needed to be. "nothing. sorry about that."

"all good, love. i was just wondering if you had any idea where my brother is seeing as i've been outside of this building for ten minutes now calling him nonstop, and he won't pick up. it's bad enough i have to be his uber, do i look like i have time to sit here and wait?"

youngmi just sat her phone down and listened to sunny rant, not interfering as she really sounded like she had lots to get off her chest. this went on for another minute before she abruptly stopped. "he's here, finally. i'll call you later!"

youngmi kept her promise of compiling a few records of artists she thought soobin would like, and yangyang found it hilarious. she gathered it as soon as possible and kept it stored away until she would see him again, which wasn't until a few days later.

"it feels wrong to give special attention to certain costumers," the boy teased, youngmi not even getting 5 whole minutes to herself before he was starting again.

the brunette didn't turn to look at him as she organized cds placed neatly on a shelf. "you would understand if you actually talked to women other than me and your mom."

yangyang gasped dramatically, "i do! you wouldn't know because-oh shit, look who just walked in."

youngmi curiously lifted her head in the direction of the doors, watching as soobin walked in and hugged the place with his charming aura. it was almost embarrassing how quickly her heartrate sped up at the sight of him, having only known him for a week and wanted to run and hide. their eyes caught each other too abruptly as he seemed to have been looking for her.

"in this house, i say no to third-wheeling," was the last thing yangyang said before strutting away. usually youngmi would laugh at his stupid remarks, but soobin found his way to her before she could.

"hi! i-i wasn't expecting to see you today, but i have your records ready."

he smiled. "i actually wanted to come way earlier than today but i didn't wanna seem too eager."

eager? eager?! as in, he wants to see me just as much as i want to see him? "it's all good, you can come here whenever you want."

"i'm kind of in a rush so i can't stay for long, but erics throwing a party tonight and i know it's a little short notice but would you wanna come? i'm sure sunny was gonna ask you eventually but i kinda wanted to beat her to it." he scratched his nape, suddenly feeling shy.

the girl didn't even take a lot of time to consider whether or not she wanted to go. though she wasn't really a party person, not only was he asking her, but she seemed to be making friends quicker than usual. "yeah, definitely!"

"really? great, i'll give you my number so i can text you the address."

youngmi briskly pulled out her phone and opened the contacts app, handing it to soobin as he typed in his number quickly before handing it back. he was able to get a look at the time in the process, and realized he really needed to go, as much as he didn't want to. so, youngmi escorted him to the front where she grabbed the records she set aside for him and he quickly cashed out before saying goodbye and leaving.

yangyang wasted no time going back to teasing her. "you're drooling a little bit."

ignoring his words, the shorter turned her body and placed a hand on his shoulder. "wanna go to a party?"

as soobin predicted, sunny did end up inviting youngmi to the party later that night and apologized for it being such late notice, but once youngmi explained that soobin had beat her to it, she sent endless smirk emojis to her phone. she then asked if it was okay for her to bring a friend and sunny replied with 'of courseeee! you can bring 10 friends if you want to.' unfortunately for the younger, she barely had 1 friend let alone 10.

as she hardly went to parties, youngmi took her sweet time getting ready and started the process hours before she had to leave the house to ensure she had enough time. she flat-ironed her dark hair until it was pin straight, pinned her bangs while she did her makeup so they would fall perfectly against her forehead later.

she silently thanked herself for going into work barefaced, getting to start with a blank canvas to do whatever she wanted. after almost poking her eye out multiple times, she managed to perfect two small wings on each eye that weren't identical, but she eventually got to lazy to make them that way so she settled with sisters and not twins. her final step was a dark burgundy lip, pressing her lips together to create a 'pop' sound while she let her bangs down.

the girl was fully convinced absolutely nothing in her closet was party worthy, but knew she had to choose something, and went with an oversized gray 'kiss' t-shirt she snagged from a thrift store years ago, with black shorts with black converse high-tops.

a sigh left her mouth as she nodded with satisfaction at herself in her mirror. "cute. good enough." then finally, she snatched her phone and keys from the table and was out the door.

both soobin and sunny offered rides, but youngmi rejected as she had to pick up yangyang anyways and the two of them would've been able to leave whenever they felt like it. the faint sound of the neighbourhood played on the radio as she took the short drive to his house, humming to the song as she pulled up to his house where he was already outside waiting.

he practically skipped over to her car, opening the passenger door with a grin on his face. "why are you so giddy?"

"because i'm gonna get drunk."

rolling her eyes with a chuckle, youngmi punched in the address given to her by soobin and they were off. it being the middle of summer, the weather was at its hottest and the sun didn't begin setting until about 8 pm. wind blew through the pairs hair, yangyangs arm dangling out the window as they took the short drive to their destination.

as expected, there was already so many people. youngmi tried not to grow nervous as she had her best friend at her side and was about to go inside to meet more friends, so she inhaled in a breath and exhaled for as long as she could.

she unbuckled her seat belt before turning her head to the boy. "ready?"

he didn't hesitate nodding his head with a hum as the two stepped out of the car. muffled music could be heard from the outside and silhouettes of moving bodies were seen through the windows. youngmi didn't realize she'd been slouching her body when yangyang nudged her and snapped her out of her nervous habit.

"why so scared? come on." it was almost guaranteed that he would know absolutely no one at this party, but he for some reason seemed intoxicated with adrenaline as he hooked his arm around hers and pulled her through the doors.

to their surprise, youngmi was immediately greeted by sunny, as if she'd been waiting. her arms wrapped around her neck with a smile on her face before pulling away. "you came!" she exclaimed before looking at yangyang. "hi, i'm sunny, nice to meet you."

"i'm..." the boys face went blank, as it usually did in front of pretty women. youngmi couldn't help a laugh escape her lips, it now being her turn to nudge him. "yangyang. i'm yangyang."

just behind sunny watching the interactions go down was soobin, youngmis eyes landing on him while his her. his eyebrows perked up, giving her a look that said 'lets walk away.' so he held out his hand for her to grab as he lead her through the crowd, sunny and yangyang already in their own world and not even noticing them walk away.

"do you go to parties a lot?" soobin asked, leaning his head into the girl so she could hear over the music.

she then leaned into him, shrugging. "not really, honestly. but i trust you and sunny."

he smiled. "good." the two stopped in front of the group she met at the bar, winters and yejis face lighting up at the girl.

"youngmi!" winter beamed, the two pulling her into a group hug before releasing. "i was hoping i'd see you here. where's sunny?"

"i brought my best friend and i guess she took an interest in him," youngmi laughed, nodding her head back to signal she was somewhere amongst the crowd. the pairs face went into 'o' as they made faces at each other.

"do you want a drink?" soobin again said to her, his lips close to her ear. youngmi nodded with a smile, too flustered to fully look at him before he walked away.

"is that lee jeno?" yeji spoke up, the four of them turning their heads in the same direction she did.

youngmi admittedly had no idea who that was, but she felt awkward not also looking. eric made a sound of realization before a laugh. "my twin!"

"youngmi, you haven't met haechan and them yet, have you?" yeji asked her, the tone in her voice sounding a bit as if she was hoping youngmi would say no.

"i've met haechan. i don't know who the rest are."

"good. don't. they're trouble."

"you're saying it can get worse than haechan?" she questioned, being fully serious as the thought of an entire friend group of guys just like haechan seemed like hell. the two laughed, youngmi not really understanding the joke as it was a genuine question.

"i just love you. but yeah, it can, and its them. they're not... awful. just obnoxious, immature, loud. not the type of people i enjoy being around, you know?" winter explained. "you know haechan, but that's jeno right there. honestly, he's the least annoying of the four, and he's crazy attractive. i do always think he's hiding behind a façade because there's no way someone that calm hangs out with people like them."

"that's na jaemin, pretty face but shitty personality. womanizer. loud. the literal worst, i can't stand him. and finally, the one and only huang renjun. he's a little scary, not gonna lie, but overall a huge dick and i would slurp jeans through a straw before i ever willingly had a conversation with him."

holy shit, youngmi thought, it really can get worse. "that's... interesting." she didn't know what else to say. she hated judging people based off of someone else's words, but they seemed like the complete opposite of the type of people she wants to surround herself with.

now she knew one thing, stay as far away from those four as possible.

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twicesserafim · 6 months

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Forbiddingly Yours [2]

I'm yours.

...

"chouu" "hello, hellooo. whacha playing?" "a shooting game and the people have like super powers or like special abilities" "ooh" "yeahhh" "what's your character's special ability?" "money" "what?"

"he's so rich that he used money to buy special equipment and like machines made out of pure gold that no one else has, like each character has 3 abilities and then their strongest one that they get once they reach a certain amount of point in the game"

"that's interesting.." "yurpp" "what are you abilities?" "i have 2 teleporting machines, 2 machines that slow down the enemy which is really good because if the other team are trying to go into like the main battle ground, we have time to take up more of it then they do"

"oohhhh" "and then i have a one shot one kill typa gun thing" "that seems like.. you need a lot of aim- shit. hold on, give me a sec. someone's knocking on my door." You nodded, turning off your camera and muting yourself.

"yes?" "who are you talking to?" "oh, i was mumbling to myself to get ideas for my characters in my writing project" "oh? is it just freestyle writing?" "yeah" "ohhh that's nice" "it is" "did you shower yet?"

"yeah" "okay, mom and dad are on their way home" "okay, bye" Her brother left and closed the door as tzuyu let out a sigh of relief "he's gone" "you have a brother?" "yup"

...

It's been a month, almost two months since the two of you started talking, you've gotten closer and talk every day, laughing, joking and tzuyu felt herself falling for you harder everyday.

She didn't want to accept it, but she knew it was true, she knew she was falling for you, and nothing was stopping her from falling deeper.

Slowly, you guys started hanging out in person instead of only on the phone, eating ice cream and just talking, although you had to hide. Because you guys knew, if anyone saw you and they told your parents.

You guys are dead.

"im so sleepy" you mumbled to tzuyu, she nodded in agreement. "my brother is on a break and went with my parents to their cabin for the weekend.. do you wanna stay over?" "can i really?" "yeah"

You smiled and agreed, tzuyu held your hand, taking you back to her place. You spent the night just watching some movies, joking around and ending up sleeping, but you woke up in her arms.

Her lips slightly parted, soft breaths leaving them. Her chest rising and falling slightly as she looked so peaceful. She was stunning and you couldn't deny it.

You couldn't deny that you were falling for her too, that she interested you so much, you wanted to spend every minute with her, you really enjoyed tzuyu's company.

Oh and how you wished every morning could be like this.

You felt your heart race slightly and a light blush covers your cheeks when your heard tzuyu left out a sleepy whine in her sleep, wrapping her arms around you tighter.

You held back a smile by biting your lip, but with the comfort of her holding you, you fell asleep once more.

...

"y/n?" "tzuyu, what's up?" "we started like talking.. 4 month ago, right?" "right, why?" "i have something i have to say" "okay, go ahead?" "i love you." "i'm sorry?" "i love you, okay? i fell for you."

"oh..?" "i know we're not aloud to, but i really did fall for you, and i don't know if i can get back up, i fell really hard for you." "you don't have to get back up because.. i fell for you too." "huh?" "are you that clueless?"

"well.." You chuckled, kissing her cheek as tzuyu smiled, "you missed." you raised an eyebrow, you cupped her cheeks and she grabbed your waist, your lips connected as your heart started racing. Tzuyu's heart doing the same.

You pulled away with a small laugh and she let out a giggle, "i wanna be with you all the time, i wanna be like this all the time.." "me too.."

"I want you to be mine, Lu."

"Then i'm yours, Chou."

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Dog House

Chapter 8

"Dinner time!" I shout out into the air after stepping onto the back porch and seeing no dogs around the back field which I see they're in the woods playing after checking my phone to see their trackers says that's where they are, soon I see them running out of the treeline and run right through the back door almost tripping me in the process which I give a laugh as I stroll back into the house to quickly start filling bowls up once they lined up in the kitchen with them as I I put one raw meatball and egg for the small dogs while the bigger ones get two of each on top of their kibble.

"You all are so patient." I mumbled to myself as I slowly get all the dogs their food and in the corner of my eye I can see some are scarfing down their food as they must be hungry which caused me to have a amused smile, once done I wash my hands to start to making myself some dinner as I have decided to bake a store bought large supreme pizza which I quickly popped into the oven after spraying the circular pizza pan I have and with the pizza in the oven I turn to see Lady giving a kiss to Hero which both Dragen and Crash laugh at him for the shyness as Sun gives Dragen a longing look as he strolls into the living room with Crash.

"Don't worry Sun I'll help you get him." I kneel down beside her to give her a soft pat as I whispered to her with a smirk which she turns her head to me with a cute little tilt before acting shy as she goes back to her food.

'I guess Hero and Lady are dating while Sun has a thing for Dragen.'

I thought to myself with a smirk as I stroll into the living room to choose something from my movie collection shelf that rest against the wall which is close to the tv screen, I decided to watch something while I eat.

"What do you guys think, movie or tv series?" I called out to the dogs that are strolling into the living room once they're done eating which I show them the choices of Fast & Furious movie set and True Blood season 1, when I hold up the tv show barely any of them bark for it but when I hold up the movie set every one started eating loud.

"Ok ok, settle down" I laugh as I put the first movie of the Fast & Furious set into the DVD player and let it play itself to the menu while I go check up on my pizza.

"Hello?" I pick up the phone when it start ringing.

"Hey! I know it's their second day settling in but I really wanted to meet them so bad! Dragen and Osiris is so cute!" I hear Riley whining on the other end of the phone like it's physical hurting her not seeing them.

"Fine, I'm about to watch the first movie of the Fast & Furious and fixing a supreme large pizza so you're welcome to come over but it's not my fault if they don't like you." I give in knowing she'll continue to call every five minutes to ask to come over until I agree to let her do so and without a word she hangs up which I chuckled at as I put the phone back up.

"Guys, my friend Riley is coming over so be nice." I look at the whole pack hoping they don't try to hurt her when she gets here but I have a feeling that Knight with try to bite her if she gets close enough so I'll keep an eye on him more then the others, I returned to the kitchen to make sure I don't burn the pizza while waiting for Riley to appear. I hear a low yum of a familiar scooter so I don't even have to peek out if the kitchen window to know it's Riley which she runs into the porch before throwing the front door open and sliding into the sliding into my house like a little kid that's been called for ice cream, at the sudden entrance and appearance of her causing some of the dogs to bark in fear.

"Riley! You know better then that!" I scolded her like I'm her mother as I take out the pizza from the oven after putting my mittens on which I place it onto the kitchen island to cold for a few before cutting it up.

"Sorry" She apologizes for scaring the pack before gasping when I throw a paper plate at her like a frisbee.

"Get your ass over her." I said playful as I hold up a hot piece of pizza with the spatula but unknowing to us it's making some of the pack drool at the smell of fresh hot pizza, when we're both seat in the living room with a plate and glass of whatever drink we wanted I introduce each dog to her before we start watching the movie.

"There's so many and they're all so cute!!" Riley coos.

"Be careful of Knight he's still having a hard time adjusting." I warned her of Knight which he's laying near Crash who's near my feet staring at the pizza slice I have on my plate with a part of his upper lip stuck against his gums showing show one of his teeth, making him look cuter then he already is.

"You know what you could do for fun?" Riley smirks at me after taking a bite of her slice as the movie begins.

"What funky idea did your mind create this time?" I give her a amused smile as I eat my own slice.

"You should make a YouTube channel! Everyone loves a animal video and you have so many cute dogs so I'm completely sure you'll get popular in no time!" It sounds like Riley went into a sugar rush at the thought of me making a YouTube channel that focused around my pack of dogs.

"I'll give it some thought but right it's too early for them of setting down to suddenly be in a online spotlight." Although she frowns she gives a nob understanding what I mean.

"If you ever do considerate it please tell me~" She practically begged me so I give a small sigh before give a nod.

"Ok, I will." I said right as Crash strolls into hall before hearing the button calling for treats.

"Treat! Now! Bark! Bark!" This causes me and Riley to laugh hard when Crash strolls back into the living room to sitting by my feet to give me puppy eyes, this causes the domino effect as Bane leads Lunar, Eclipse and Raven to the back door pressing the door bell.

"Riley, go let them out and I'll go get the frozen treats I made for them earlier." I said before standing up to walk into the kitchen after pausing the movie and unluckily only one tray is already frozen meaning eight of them will be getting them as the others will get a slices of cucumbers and apples.

"Ok! Line up! Only one tray is frozen so only eight of you can get a frozen treat while the others will get either a apple or cucumber!" I said after slicing up apples and cucumbers in half which I watch as the pack of dogs get into two lines lazily once I show the left one will be for the frozen treat and waiting for Bane to lead the puppies back in, Riley is shocked at seeing them do this.

"I told you they are smart" I said smuggly as I give Laby, Sun, Bane, Lunar, Eclipse, Hero, Raven,and Dragen the frozen treats before moving on to the others.

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inkpens-coffee · 1 year

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Maruki Week 2023 - Day 5 🍎

Empathy / Recovery / Past Times

“Maruki? Maruki? MARU!”

“Eh?!” Takuto sat upright in bed, rubbing the fatigue from his eyes. I overslept, is his first thought. Then he gasps when he realizes he can’t breath through his nose. He almost panics until a pair of hands gently push him to lay back down. Ren is standing next to the bed in his uniform, a concerned look on his face.

“What time is it? I’m gonna be late—ah, my head feels funny…” Takuto slurred.

“Maru, you look like shit,”

“That isn’t nice…”

“I already called you in sick.” Ren moved two pillows behind Takuto’s head, then took a mug of hot tea from the nightstand. “Here, drink this. I’m gonna make you something to eat. How does your tummy feel, do you think you can stomach some rice?”

“You have school!”

“I can miss a day.”

“No, Ren, go to school. I’m fully capable of taking care of myself.”

Ren raised an eyebrow at him and pursed his lips. A deep sigh left Takuto’s mouth and he dropped his head.

“Ok, maybe not fully capable but I’ll be fine. I’ve had sick days by myself plenty of times.”

“Hmm… Alright. But absolutely no working! Just relaxing and recovering! Promise?”

“Ok sweetheart, I promise.”

Takuto took a small drink of his tea, the steam lightly clearing his sinuses. It took a little more pushing to get Ren out the door—he wanted to be late so he could at the least cook breakfast for his sick friend. But soon enough the boy was gone and Takuto was alone.

After finishing his tea, Takuto slept for another hour until his bladder woke him up. Then he took hot shower, zoning out under the comforting cloud of steam and hot water. But once he was lying back in bed, Takuto didn’t know what to do next. Doing nothing was his definition of torture, why just sit there when he could do literally anything? Even as a child his brain needed constant stimulation otherwise he’d start crying hysterically.

But he promised Ren he’d relax today.

On the other hand… Takuto did find relaxation in being productive. So technically working would be relaxing, right? Before he could let his thoughts go further, the doorbell rang.

“Huh?”

Takuto left his bed and answered the door. Rumi and Shibusawa were waiting for him, both carrying full convenience store bags. The two of them didn't wait for Takuto to say anything before entering.

“Hey, Takuto, how’s your fever?” Shibusawa says as he walks past him to the kitchen.

“Wow, you look like shit.” Rumi stated.

“So I’ve been told… Why are you two here?”

“Ren texted us and said you were sick, so we’re here to look after you!” she grinned.

Of course he did, the cheeky little bastard. Takuto yelped when Rumi lifted him up by his waist and carried him back to bed.

“I told Ren I could take care of myself!” He whined. “Don’t you have work at the flower shop today?!”

“Nope! And Shibu is off too because he pissed off the bride!”

“I didn’t piss her off, they just canceled!” Shibusawa cried from the kitchen.

“Same thing!” Rumi faced Takuto with a smile. “He’s making us Feel Better Udon! When was the last time we had that, huh?”

Feel Better Udon. It was just regular, lightly seasoned udon noodle soup with diced scallions sprinkled on top. Growing up, money was tight and meals weren't anything special, so when little Takuto was sick, his mom would make udon noodles, claiming they'd make him feel better. Years later, he discovered she had been hiding his medicine in broth. Even so, he still asked her for udon whenever he wasn't feeling well.

Takuto smiled fondly. He missed having udon with his mothers.

“It has been a while. Thanks—achoo!” Takuto bashfully rubbed his nose while Rumi giggled.

“Hold on, babe, I got some cold medicine for you to take too. Then we can all watch a movie! Ooh, I should see if Ren Ren can get some ice cream when he gets out of school!” she said excitedly as she left the room.

Takuto nestled back against the pillows, the sound of Rumi and Shibusawa squabbling oddly soothing to him. He hummed and shut his eyes.

I should visit Mama and Mom soon…

#I’m gonna draw the Mama Marukis someday I swear #p5r #persona 5 royal #ren amamiya #takuto maruki #p5r rumi #p5r shibusawa #takutomarukiweek2023 #fanfic #roommates au

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Okay! That’s really kind of you! Take your time - you can even just do this whenever you next open up ship requests, I’m in no hurry 😊 Can I request a Stranger Things ship? 💗

I’m 5’2 with wavy ombré hair, blue eyes. I’ve always loved vintage/1920s avante garde style. I never got into makeup personally but I love doing hair, especially my Gran’s hair (usually too lazy to do my own hair, though, lol)..

My pronouns; She/Her, I’m straight and I’m 19.

My personality is pretty relaxed. Somewhere between an introvert and extrovert cause while I like to be alone, I can rant and tell stories for hours.

Hotheaded but I sometimes deny it, and pretty tough, adaptable. Fiery.

While I can talk about stuff I heard about/saw for hours, I’m pretty private when it comes to myself and don’t open up unless I’m comfortable with the person.

I’ve never been academic and prefer to do things with my hands.

Love spending time with my family and friends. Love music, especially rhythmic music. I like to just relax and eat good food, and I cook a ton.

My love languages probably acts of service and gift-giving from me but I love physical touch, and I’m a big hugger. I’ve no idea what kinda vibe I give off or who I’ll be shipped with, lol.

No rush at all 💛 I love your writing sm, btw! So many cool fandoms!

Thank you so much for requesting the matchup! Haven't done a Stranger Things one in a long while! I hope you enjoy it! <3333

Stranger Things;

Steve Harrington:

🍦 You met Steve when you were wondering the StarCourt Mall after doing some shopping for new cassettes, but now you were hungry and that's when you spotted Scoops Ahoy

🍦 Looking at the menu above the counter of ice cream, you didn't notice Steve until he turned around and said his line, "Ahoy there, my lady, what can I get ya?"; all you could think about was how cute the guy in front of you was

🍦 You ordered your favorite flavor, trying not to stare too long at Steve, finding him pretty attractive, and funny, as he skillfully scooped the ice cream in a cone for you; you tried to pay but Steve said it was on the house

🍦 For the next couple of weeks, you went over and got your usual at Scoops, chatting with Steve before having to leave because you were holding up the line; after a while of visiting and getting to know each other slightly, Steve asked for your number

🍦 And that's how you met Steve, now a year into your friendship/relationship, you and Steve are attached to the hip; your first date with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, was actually during his break at Scoops, where the two of you ate ice cream and sat in a booth in the corner, just chatting and enjoy each other's company

🍦 Steve really, really liked you, a lot really, he hadn't felt like this since Nancy, so that's saying something; though, Steve made a promise to himself, that he'd make the relationship with you work, he didn't want to lose you

🍦 Steve found you brilliant, funny, strong, a bit hot-headed (but you deny it), and he really likes you, he might even love you; you always bring a smile to his face, not matter how he's feeling, you really changed him and his life for the better

🍦 You found Steve incredibly handsome, funny, charming, smart, and such a gentleman, him always opening doors for you and offering his jacket to you if it's cold out; he never even stopped your ranting when you did rant, he didn't seemed bored when you spoke of your many interests, and seemed like he was really paying attention and listening; it made your heart swoon

🍦 Once the two of you got more used to each other and more comfortable, the two of you would do anything and everything together, going to places to eat good foods, listening and dancing to music together, cooking together, cuddling while watching a movie, and Steve even let you do his hair one time, which says a lot

🍦 You and Steve are certainly the most perfect match, you both bring out the best in one another, and not even the Upside Down can tear the two of you apart

#requested #requests #request #anon request #matchup #matchups #fluff #cute #x reader #x female reader #x you #x y/n #stranger things #stranger things season 3 #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n

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casspurrjoybell-28 · 6 months

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter

*Warning Adult Content*

8 YEARS LATER

"Mommy... Mommy... Mommy," the kids come rushing in, one of the twins latching onto my leg.

I hold my pregnant belly in my hands, ensuring I keep myself steady because the twins, Xander and Athena, are already getting so big, courtesy of their Alpha father's genes and they don't know their own strength.

Daemon had to scold them for almost knocking me over before, explaining to them about the 'precious cargo' I held in my stomach, aka their sibling.

The whole thing had actually been super cute, they got curious and wide eyed, putting their ears to my belly, wondering how something was growing in there.

"How did the baby get in there?" Athena had asked.

"Um, Daddy put it in there, my love," I awkwardly replied, avoiding eye contact with the 'Daddy' in question.

The twins had given me a confused look.

Then they turned to my mate instead.

"Daddy, how did you put the baby in Mommy's tummy?"

I flushed as the question registered on Daemon's face and he let out a chuckle, looking over at me.

"It happened because of our love, right?" I urged him with my tone to agree.

"But how can love make a baby?" Xander pressed on.

For my sake, Daemon tried to back my statement up but they continued to pester us.

Eventually Daemon just flat out said we'd had sex, not bothering to sugar coat it any longer.

"You'll learn about it when you're older," he said, ruffling their hair.

"Now who wants to play a game?"

The previous topic forgotten, the squeal in excitement, immediately pulling Daemon off towards the front door to go outside.

He winked at me as they walked off and I just shook my head at him, not able to contain my smile.

My mate was so good at handling those difficult topics.

And it's not like we should shelter our kids from the real world anyways.

********

Bringing myself back to the present, I look down at my children that just ran in the house with muddy feet.

"Yes, pups?"

"Can we pwease have ice-cream? Pweaseee. It's so hot."

"How about we wait until after dinner?"

"But Mommy."

"I don't want you hurting your tummies," I say as I turn back and continue cutting up vegetables for the salad.

"Hmph... but we're so bored."

"Thena keeps making us play tag but I don't wanna anymore."

"She always makes me it."

I smile to myself, laughing softly at their antics.

"I need to finish making this, my loves."

"But mommy, you haven't played with us all day."

Seems like they forgot the three consecutive times I played with them today.

Then I hear the car in the drive and flood with relief.

"Looks like daddy's here. Quick, go ask him to play with you."

The kids scream and run off to the front door, yelling for Daemon the second he opens it.

I hear my mates deep rumbling laugh and he walks into the kitchen with all four pups scooped up in his arms.

The other two must have come downstairs when they heard the car.

"Daddy. Daddy. Daddy."

"We saw a HUGE snake today."

"It was a piece of wood, you fibber."

"Daddy, when can we see grandpa and grandy?"

"We want ice-cream."

I dry my hands off on the towel and go to my mate who leans down to kiss me, the children giggling and making grossed out sounds.

"Looks like you've had a busy day," he says to me, a smirk on his face.

"They've been playing outside since eight am. They also got dirt all over the couch."

"I figured, with all the muddy footprints in the hall.way"

"And I just cleaned there yesterday," I sigh.

"I'll get it after we eat," Daemon says, kissing my forehead.

"And you little troublemakers..." Daemon says in a joking tone, addressing the kids in his arms.

"What do you say after giving your mother a hard time all day?"

"Sowwy," they all say, giving me their best pouty lip faces.

My heart warms with how cute they are, little bundles of joy.

I give them each a kiss, lightly pinching their cheeks.

"How about we all play the cleaning game after dinner to help out? Then we can watch a movie."

"Yay," they all squeal.

"I'm definitely gonna clean the best."

"You better. Because 'you're' the one who left out all the toys."

"Hey."

Daemon and I just look at each other, our eyes light with joy as we listen to our kids squabble.

Even after all these years, our love never once wavered.

That's how we were able to build the loving, happy family we have today.

And I wouldn't trade that for anything.

********

Later that night after we've tucked the kids into bed, he cradles my pregnant belly, kissing my head. I smile at him.

"Four more months and then we're full house," Daemon chuckles.

"I think we're already full house," I say, poking him in the side.

"You're the one that told me you wanted ten kids all those years ago."

"We're halfway there, no?" he jokes.

I snuggle into him, so content.

I remember how life used to be for me growing up.

Sad, bleak and hopeless.

To be here now, warm in my mates arms while my beautiful children sleep just a few feet away, it feels like a dream.

I don't think the me of the past even had room to dream of such a happy future.

I'm so glad I get to give our pups the happy childhood they deserve... a strong, stable foundation that they can rely on.

They'll always have support, food, warm clothes, anything they'll ever need and I get to give them all of that with the man of my dreams beside me.

I sniffle, getting emotional just thinking about it.

My mate immediately becomes alert, checking over me.

I shake my head.

"Pregnancy hormones," I let out a soft laugh.

"I'm just so happy right now."

"Me too," he caresses my face, complete utter adoration in his eyes.

"You've given me everything I've ever wanted."

I feel the exact same way.

I tuck my head under his chin, overflowing with love.

"I love you so much," I whisper.

"I love you more than anything," he says back, one upping me like always.

"Goodnight, shortcake."

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intellectualfallacy · 3 years

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Hi! I really loved your sangwoo one shot and I had a request: kang saebyeok x reader roommate au where saebyeok comforts her after a breakup/being cheated on? Can have smut or not xx

A/N: Appreciate the feedback! I'm glad you enjoyed!

As always, thanks for the request and hope you like it!

Rating: Mature 18+

MINORS DONT INTERACT

Warning(s): Smut, Oral (F! Receiving), Slight Humiliation (If you squint)

Tears streamed down my face as I entered the apartment, expecting it to be empty instead being met by a surprised Saebyeok sitting on the couch, looking over. “What happened?” She asked, a worried expression on her face as she stood up, walking over to me. I struggled to stop crying, letting out sniffles instead. Once she reached me she pulled me towards her, her arms going around my neck. Instinctively, I wrapped mines around her waist, burying my head in her shoulder as I cried. “Take deep breaths.” She said, her hand stroking down my back in an effort to sooth me. I cried as she tried to guide me stop crying, taking her advice and following.

“What happened?” She repeated, slowly moving her head back to look me eye to eye. “I walked in and saw him… saw him-“ I struggled to say the rest, swallowing the cry I had. “He was fucking that bitch he told me not to worry about… Fuck, who knows how long they’ve been together.” I wept, her listening intently. “I should’ve listened to what he said.” I said, loosening my grasp around her shoulders as I shook my head. “I was just so stubborn about what I wanted.” I said to no one, her arms slacking as I babbled on. “I should have-“

“Stop that.” She said sternly, grabbing my chin to stop my shaking, her eyes boring down at me. I took shaky breaths as she kept me there. Her hand went to stroke my cheek, my heart skipping a beat. Her eyes looked sincere as her other stayed around my neck. Her eyes fluttered to my lips, coming back to my eyes. “He lost so much and none of it was your fault.” She said, guiding me to sit on the couch as she knelt before me.

I looked down as she placed her hands gently on my knees. “If I’m being completely honest… I don’t know what you saw in that ass.” She said, making me groan. “This soon?” I replied, her rolling her eyes. "Alright, alright. How about a... 'girls night'? We'll watch movies, eat ice cream and forget about that bastard. You were with him for, what, three months? Known each other even less?" I sniffled, looking down at her hands. "He's not worth the tears." She said, giving a warm expression. After a moment I nodded, clearing my throat before saying, "You're right. It's dumb to cry for him." She smiled before standing up, looking down at me. "Alright. You go pick the movie while I grab the ice cream." She said before marching into the kitchen. I sat there for a moment, letting everything sink in. She's right. Letting him keep affecting me after doing that is letting him win. Well, I could give half a shit about him. Just like he did when he decided to cheat on me. If I want to enjoy myself, I will.

"What movie do you wanna watch?"

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Both of us sat next to each other on my bed, backs against the headboard as the third movie of the night played. We got into our PJs before our binge watch so that we didn't need to change later. It wasn't our first time having a 'girls night' but it was long since then. My ex-boyfriend was heavily to blame for that. He was good in the beginning...

I let out a deep sigh, shaking my head slightly. "You keep thinking about him." Saebyeok said, seeing her turn her head to me from the corner of my eye. "I told myself I would just enjoy myself and look what I'm doing, thinking about him again." I replied, staring blankly at the screen. We both stayed silent as she kept staring. Suddenly, I felt a tension in the air. I couldn't help as a blush came over my face, grateful for the darkness, and a wetness start to pool. I swallowed, turning to her as her thighs squeezed together before moving, sitting to face me completely as I kept my place.

“I can make you forget.” She said, a hand coming up and grasping my cheek. Her eyes grazed across my body, licking her lips as she brought her gaze back to me. “F-Forget?” I asked. She wasn’t suggesting what she was.. was she? She nodded. "Pleasure is the best way to forget." I let in a shaky breath before nodding, earning a smirk.

I gasped as her lips met mines, giving her a way to move into my mouth. I trembled as her tongue met mines, hands grasping her shoulders as she moved on top of me. I moaned as our tongues moved together, her hands moving down from my cheeks to my shirt, beginning to unbutton it. As we kept our make out going, we slowly removed our clothing. It was complicated taking her tank off without separating but our lips met the second of passed her lips. Soon, she sat on my lap, both of us nude as clothes were thrown who knows where. A hand that was on her waist started moving, one grasping at her breast as I let my thumb graze over her nipple. She moaned as she massaged mines, beginning to move her hips towards mine. I could feel as her hand start to glide down my stomach, chills running down as her hand ghosted on top of my stomach, her light touch intentional as I gasped. I separated from the kiss, instantly attaching themselves to her neck as she moved to widen my legs.

She cursed softly as a fingertip grazed teasingly along my slit, a moan escaping her as I moved onto the next patch of abused skin. I moaned as a finger dove into me, a thumb rubbing against my clit at the same time. She kept it going for a moment before moving a fingertip inside me, judging from my reactions she decided to keep going. "Seeing you with that asshole was a pain." She said. I bit my lip as I felt myself grow more wet at her words, a hand grasping her wrist as she entered another digit. It wasn’t to stop her. I suppose it was to keep her there. I moved my head and captured her lips again, tongues fighting as she kept her movements. I brought my other hand up, massaging her breast. She moaned as my thumb rubbed her nipples, grasping at her breast at times. My other hand started to move further down, a fingertip gliding along her slit. I moaned from the wetness that gathered around my fingertip alone. I groaned as she separated from the kiss, giving a few thrusts before removing her hand. "Is something wrong?" I asked, her smiling at my expression. "Don’t worry, I won't leave you like that." She brought up her fingers, teasingly sticking out her tongue before placing them inside her move. My breath hitched as she kept a sensual gaze, sucking on them clean. She removed them with a pop from her mouth, bringing them to glide against my bottom lip.

“What do you want?” She asked, a finger pushing past my lips. I let in, sucking on her finger. After a moment I stopped, her removing it. “Can you eat me out?” I asked unashamedly, legs spreading to wrap around her waist. She gasped and a pleasured expression came over her as our pussies met, our wetness rubbing against each other. I let me head fall back, her lips attaching themselves to my neck. She bit lightly before straightening again, smirking down at me as she rocked against me. She moaned before moving off of me hurriedly. I used the moment to try to catch my breath, adjusting a pillow under my head. She got comfortable as she spread my legs, my thighs inches away from her head. She kissed along my thighs as she started to move down, hand coming around my thigh to spread my folds. I whined as she looked, smirking as she teased the bud. My heart was jumping out of my chest as I felt her breath ghost against my heated core, my hands grasping the sheets underneath me. "Saebyeok." I moaned as the tip of her tongue glided between my slit, circling lightly around my clit before repeating. Both of her hands rested on the outside of my thighs, digging in her nails lightly as she began to flatten her tongue against me. She pulled my hips further down as she quickened her pace, her tongue entering me teasingly every so often. I moaned, bringing one of my hands up to tease my breast while the other fell on top of her head. I couldn't help closing my eyes as I let her touch take up my mind. Nothing mattered as long as we kept this up. The pleasure meant more right now than anything else and I was going to enjoy it as much as I can. Who knows when I'll have the next chance now that I'm single.

"Fuck." I cursed as she moaned against me, her tongue moving wildly as I realized a warmth was missing from my thigh. Opening my eyes, I looked down. Her eyes met mines as I moved her hair away, her chin and lips shining with wetness as she wrapped her lips around my clit. I grasped her hair as she began to suck harshly, leaning up on my elbow to see where her hand went. With the help of a full length mirror on the wall across the bed, I could see her fingers moving quickly from her clit to her entrance, two digits entering as I saw her wetness start to move down her thighs. She let out a groan against me, sending vibrations that made me yell out. "You look so hot." I whined as I kept my eyes on her reflection, her tongue moving back to continue gliding harshly against me. I assumed she noticed, moaning as she shook her ass lightly, entering a third as her thumb started to move against her clit. My breath hitched as she did so, biting my lip as my hand on her head grabbed harder. "Is this good for you? Having me watch you touch yourself?" I suddenly asked, her eyes widening into surprise. I don't usually talk like that but watching the pleasure she took in it was worth it. She moaned, nodding frantically as she let her tongue enter me, reaching as far as she could as her busy hand started to thrust faster. I moaned before saying, "You should show me more. Maybe we could get a toy or two for you. Ah- you could show it off." She trembled, thrusting her tongue before moving back to quickly latch onto my clit. Her eyes closed, moaning more often as her fingers started to lose pace. "Make me come." Whining, she nodded. Her other hand left my thigh, moving down and entering three digits easily. I was more than ready as she started thrusting deep and quick, moaning and sucking on my clit. My thighs trembled as I let out yell of her name, hand grasping tightly as I struggled to keep my elbow up. Her eyes opened to see me fall apart, sending another jolt of pleasure as she did. She moaned and her eyes fluttered closed, continuing her actions as she came, watching as she shook slightly, fingers slowing down as we both came down from out highs.

I stared as I sat on my bed, watching as she gathered her clothes from around the room. "Thanks for that, by the way." I said awkwardly, her giving a nod. "It was the best I could do." She replied, plucking her underwear from off my dresser. "Things won't be awkward right?" I asked. She turned, giving an odd expression. "Of course not. I didn't regret it. Did you?" She asked. "No! It was amazing! I... I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page." I said nervously. She stayed silent for a second before giving a small laugh. "When you have those two toys ready, come see me." She said, winking before leaving my room, a warm feeling filling my chest.

#squid game x reader #squid game smut #squid game x fem!reader #squid game x y/n #kang sae byeok #kang sae byeok x reader #saebyeok x reader #sae byeok x y/n #saebyeok x you #kang saebyeok smut #sae byeok smut

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maizumis · 3 years

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Hii! Another Haikyuu dad au! Can it be with the miya twins, Bokuto, Iwa, and Suna? They get into an argument with their pregnant wife so the wife tells them to leave her alone. The boys find a loophole so they talk to her baby bump about how sorry they are to their mama :)

— HAIKYUU BOYS ARGUING WITH YOU WHILE PREGNANT AND APOLOGIZING

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro

note: female reader‼️ angst to fluff ‼️different format cos I wanted to write more 🥴 thanks anon! hope you like it 😽 I think I'm gonna do a part two cos this got longer than expected and I couldn't add all the characters! not edited, that's work for tomorrow!

# MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu came home after a rough day at practice, excited to spend some time with you and baby boy that was about to come in just a month

all happiness he had quickly erased when he saw that the home was on the same that when he went to practice, dishes without washing and clothes without fold

" ‘tsumu you're home! we missed you!" he walked past you, he didn't even give you a side look, going directly to the bathroom "‘tsumu all okay? I made your favor–" "could ya please shut up? a come home after working and entire day for ma family and the house is like this? what did ya do the whole day?"

you were stuck in your place with wide eyes and hands over your belly "I'm sorry ‘tsumu, my back hurts a lot today and—" "save it, don’ wanna hear yer excuses"

"go fuck yourself then, miya, sleep in the comfiness of the couch today and don't you dare talk to me until tomorrow" with that you were gone to the master bedroom, fighting the tears that were in your eyes

he thought nothing about it and went to the shower, thinking what was he gonna eat for dinner then go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day

freshly out of the shower with pajamas on, he went to the kitchen to eat something, mesmerized when he saw the little note on the oven glass

"enjoy your meal! we love you!<3"

not only that, but that you made his favorite, knowing he was gonna come home late and exhausted after practice

memories of the recent fight came to his mind, he didn't even let you talk your mind, his throat feeling heavy with the guilt that he was experiencing, maybe he should let you talk after all

contradictory to your words, he went runnint to the shared bedroom, ready to apologise for being an ass "baby, yer awake?"

"not for you" you told him trying to hide your sobs, the day was awful, your back didn't let you do anything, the meal you cooked was an hour of fighting the back pain, thinking your ‘tsunj would be happy if he found this

"okay then, good thing a have a baby I can talk to"

he knelt down in front of you, carefully placing his head on the baby bump, caressing it from time to time

"I was an ass, sorry, a bad person to yer mom today baby, a came home and told her bad things, she was hurting and a Didi care, can ya tell her sorry for me?" he felt a kick on his cheek and a smile on his face when he saw you laugh, even with the tear-stained cheeks you were beautiful

" ‘tsumu, not cool what you did today, I wasn't feeling okay and I missed you, we missed you" your voice still a little wiggly after that crying session you had with your maternity pillow

finally, first name privileges, he thought "a know, am sorry, am so sorry, ya deserve so much better angel, am sorry"

"‘s okay tsum, cuddle me as an apologize, yeah?"

he never got into bed at that speed, quickly cuddling you with hands on your tummy while giving little pecks to your neck

"ya don't have to tell me twice"

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

before and during pregnancy you joined iwaizumi on his works out or runs from time to time, you knew he enjoyed his time doing it so, why don't join him?

today you were not feeling like it, morning sickness took over you and the bed seemed like the best place to stay all day, one day in bed wouldn't hurt, you thought

apparently it stroke a nerve on hajime "what are you doing in the bed? up! we need it go out! " '‘m sorry haji, not really feeling like it today, why don't you go and I make something when you return home?"

"what do you mean 'you don't feel like it' the only thing you do all day is laze around"

you took a deep breath before answering, knowing didn't meant what he say "well I'm sorry I'm pregnant iwaizumi, I can't help it. go on your run and we can eat something together when you return"

"fucking Clara wouldn't put this excuses on me" he murmured under his breath, hoping you didn't heard the mention of his ex partner

"repeat yourself iwaizumi hajime, I'm waiting"

"no baby— I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"go out before I go out by myself iwaizumi, don't bother talk to me the rest of the day, I'm gonna make dinner and leave it on the fridge, I'm also gonna sleep in the guest room. fucking low of you iwaizumi, so fucking low"

he went out with a knot on his throat, he didn't need to bring that up— he knew you weren't feeling your best and then he still played that ex-girlfriend card. on the way back home he picked up flowers knowing you loved them, praying to anyone who was above him for your forgiveness

"I'm home"

"and I told you not to talk to me, iwaizumi"

being petty was right, the mention of his ex while carrying his first daughter because you didn't feel like going out today was bullshit, he didn't have an excuse

he looked down to the floor before closing the door and going to the living room to think about what he did, cheeks red of embarrassment because of his childish behavior

he waited for you to be asleep before going into the room, with the idea of carrying your to the king bed instead of this one, after all, he was the one that deserved the uncomfy room

before picking you he saw the pregnant belly, the shirt you were wearing rolled up so it was exposed to the cold air

" ‘m sorry baby, your mama doesn't deserve this, you have the right to be angry with me" tears were pricking his eyes, maybe he was thinking too ahead but would you leave him for this?

"I'm such and asshole, I hope you don't remember that lady's name" he told the fetus as if he was having an actual conversation face to face "behave for mom yeah? don't put more pressure on her than already did" with that he picked you up, without knowing you were fully awake the whole conversation

you let yourself be carried to the big bedroom, once you felt him place you on the bed, you tugged his shirt while looking at him with teary eyes "we need to talk tomorrow but please,stay hajime" you were still mad, but his company is what you were craving right now

"there's no way I'm not staying forever with you"

# SUNA RINTARO

rintaro was coming home late this past weeks but he finally had a free night! so you were excited to spend a bonding time with him and your unborn baby

finishing the little detail on the table such as the dry flowers and the candles, you hear the door being open "rinnie! you finally home! it felt like forever while waiting for you!" he gave you a sweet peck in your lips before going to his room to change his clothes

"oh~ I see you dressed fancy for the occasion! wait for me I think I have a dress that stills fits me!" "what do you mean? I'm going out with the inarizaki boys, kita is in town"

you stopped midway the hall that ended in your room, quickly walking towards your boyfriend again "what do you mean you're going out? what about what I made?"

"you made something?"

it was ridiculous to keep begging, maybe you should call it a day and watch some movies in the couch with a tube of ice cream, alone, again.

"okay then, have fun rin, don't drink to much and come home safe"

rin came home after a few hours out, he indeed had a good time with his old teammates but his mind was all the time one you, maybe he should have stay with you, eat some homemade food and cuddle all night while talking about nothing

he entered the house and saw you spread on the couch, huge blanket on with his highschool jersey on, long forgotten night snacks on the night table and Netflix on the tv

it wasn't only that what caught his eye but the table in the kitchen too, he walked towards it and saw it, the candles, the flower carefully placed on the middle of the table, the matching napkins and fancy plates, so that was what you were referring to earlier

guilt creeped all over his body, he didn't acknowledge your efforts to make a night for the both of you, was this negligence? he thought

going again to the couch, bending over so he would be at your height, he placed a hand on your belly before speaking

"you're allowed to be mad at me when you're born baby" he paused for a few seconds, thinking what was he gonna say next "papa is a fucking asshole— sorry, don't say that, papa is very clumsy from time to time"

"Rin?"

there you were! his hand came quickly behind your neck, pressing your forehead and noses together, lips brushing each other

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid— fuck, I really don't want to cry right now, I'm an horrible person"

you cupped his face with both your hands, eyes teary about to cry for a second time that day "you're not horrible Rin, it's just it feels lonely you know?" tears already going down your cheek, the sight made his heart ache, you were crying because of him

"I know you're out there trying to be the best for us but" your voice wiggly, you were really trying to hide the sobs you had inside "but sometimes it feels like you're not around anymore, I can't share the little moments I have because I wake up to an empty bed and go to sleep with the thought of you being out" full sobs were coming out of you at this point, days of pain finally reaching their point "and it hurts so bad not to have you around"

rintaro was crying along with you, you could feel his wet tears on your neck, where he was placing his head "and your absolutely right angel, I'm gonna be better for you– for the both of you, what about I take the day off tomorrow, yeah?" his quavering voice betraying him, even if you knew he was crying he wanted to be strong

"that sounds perfect rin... come cuddle me?"

carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, he lit your favorite candle and snuggled you under the cost sheets

"cuddle you, all day long baby"

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sugarbooger513 · 3 years

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JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader

Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.

Satoru Gojo

- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.

- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.

- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.

- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.

- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.

"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.

"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."

He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.

"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.

"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."

The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.

Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"

"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."

You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."

His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.

The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"

"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."

Toji Fushiguro

- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.

- However, when this man falls he falls HARD

- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

- Well

- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it

- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)

"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.

'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'

He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.

When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.

His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"

You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."

He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.

"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.

"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."

"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.

"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."

He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.

"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."

"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.

"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."

You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."

Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.

Choso Kamo

- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR

- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.

- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.

- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.

- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.

- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.

- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.

He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.

"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"

He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.

"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.

"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.

"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."

"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.

"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"

"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."

"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."

He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.

His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.

No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.

Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.

Kento Nanami

- KING ENERGY

- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.

- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.

- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.

- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.

- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.

- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.

- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.

It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.

He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.

The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."

His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.

"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.

"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"

He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"

"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.

"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."

Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!

"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.

"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"

The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."

You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.

"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"

The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"

He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."

@katgalle @savonline

#jjk headcanons #nanami kento x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #choso x reader #satoru gojo x reader #nanami fluff #toji fluff #choso fluff #gojo fluff

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bittermuire · 3 years

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a nightlight and a bottle of wine

recently I’ve really loved nezriel and wanted to write a lil thing for them. this will be two parts, this is the first. modern au

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It’s not like Nesta really knew what she was doing when she moved out. All she knows is that there is a rift between her and Feyre; a scar splitting their shared skin, a wound opening and reopening, never to heal.

And so she’s away. They’ve made their mistakes and let them be. They’ve hurt each other and even tried to love, but sisters love each other too much for love—and so she’s away. The guilt is still there, but farther from her, now. Nesta stirs it into her morning coffee and drinks the sleep, wiping it from beneath her eyes and the lines around her mouth.

Every so often Cassian will text her, inviting her out to dinner or to a work party, and Nesta resists the urge to throttle him. He’s a very smart, thirty-five year old man. He should know what cutting off someone means.

(He knows, of course he knows. She guesses he just thinks it doesn’t apply to him.)

His roguish charm, his smirk, his low voice, all inviting her to one thing—sex—was beginning to exhaust her. It’s a surprising relief to be away from him. She feels like she can wear tank tops and let her hair down and go out without a bra, relieved he won’t be there to stare.

(Was she really so afraid of him?)

So Nesta lives her life and drinks her coffee, wears her tank tops and sleeps in her underwear, finally a woman in the way she’s always wanted to be; she feels discrete from the rest of the world but in a near comforting way. She has no one to disappoint, no one to miss. Her world is confined to very few people and her mind allows for one.

•

But there are things that trip her up. Remaining ties.

One such: the nightlight clipped to her bed. It’s cheap, a gaudy silver. She’s sure Azriel bought it for no more than two dollars.

But she uses it every night.

(This trips her up.)

It’s a routine she’s given to herself, written into the margins of her life; she climbs into bed, smooths the blankets over her legs, grabs her book, opens it on her lap, then twists and switches on the light. It illuminates the page with a pretty, golden sun. She uses it religiously. She thinks that if she lost it, some intrinsic part of her might be lost as well, and this frightens her.

Remaining ties should be snipped. These last threads should be spooled up, put away, hidden in the bottom drawer.

She switches it on anyway, watches the light trace the letters.

(Sometimes she thinks she is the black stamp of letters. The utter bleakness of them on the smooth page. Sometimes she thinks she is what ruins the paper. She is what ruined the paper. There’s a reason she is here and they are there.)

•

November 19th.

Happy birthday to me.

She buys a cake from the supermarket and blows out the candle.

There’s a knock at the door, late at night. Not thinking to check, she goes to open it, and there stands Azriel, still in the doorway, bottle of wine in hand.

“Happy birthday,” he says bluntly.

She lets him in for some reason she still doesn’t understand, and they end up drinking a glass together. It’s from Cassian, the wine—his favorite. Azriel tells her that Cassian didn’t think she’d take it from him.

“So he asked you,” she says.

He smiles. “Because you like me.”

1:00 AM, and they’re still drinking. They barely talk. They just sit; they sit on the kitchen stools, then the rickety chairs, then the floor, then the couch, then back to the floor. His cheeks are pink, his words slurred.

“Why’d you come?” she asks, peering down at where he lays, splayed out, on the carpet.

(He’s not the kind for favors, she knows that.)

Opening his eyes, he fixes his gaze on her. He smiles sleepily.

“Happy birthday, Nesta.”

•

She doesn’t really celebrate for the holidays. Her apartment is bare, save a pair of twinkling bells on the kitchen counter, tied with a red ribbon. Sometimes when she’s cooking she’ll give them a little ring.

The letter comes in the mail—from Feyre, clearly put there by her own hand. It’s an invitation to dinner, for the winter solstice. They’re celebrating early this year because they’re going out of town for a few weeks.

(Please don’t feel pressured to come. We were going to leave you be but Az, since he’s so considerate, thought you might appreciate an invite.)

Nesta picks up her phone and texts Feyre a simple no thanks.

•

The next morning, she opens her door to a bottle of wine. Its neck is tied with a cherry red ribbon, and there’s a note—“If you’re ever lonely, give me a call. It’s my favorite.”

She doesn’t need to see who it’s from to know.

She smiles and picks it up, taking it inside.

•

It bites, the loneliness.

She wasn’t prepared for the quiet.

She traded in insults and jabs and sweaty hands at dinner tables for nothing, nothing, nothing. Silence in the shower, silence over breakfast. Over time, it’s begun to grate on her skin, sift between the strands of her hair, and she feels like she’s swimming a meter below the surface, ears clogged, vision blurred.

And slowly, she’s started to cry; she cries when the silence is too loud, when her aloneness is real, when she realizes the ugly truth of it all. She’s alone, she has nobody, she’s alone.

She picks up her phone and dials his number. “Let’s drink your wine.”

A small quiet. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“I know, Nesta,” he laughs. “I’ll be there.”

•

They don’t drink at all, actually. She starts crying again the minute she sees his face.

“Nesta?”

•

“I’m fine, really.”

They’re walking down the aisle of the grocery store, weeks later.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m doing better, I am.”

He shrugs. “I don’t care. Pick a flavor. We’ll eat it, we’ll watch a movie.” He looks her up and down, brow creased. “You need two things—no, make that three things.”

She huffs a laugh, sticking her hand into the freezer and pulling out a carton. “What?”

“Sleep, ice cream, and company.” He grins. “And now you’ve got me.”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you.”

•

He’s seen her beautiful; he’s seen her ugly. He’s seen her in her rattiest apron with flour crusted into her fingernails. He’s seen her laugh so hard she cries, watched her slam her head into an open cupboard door, driven her to the hospital when she sliced her hand open with a knife. They’re together a lot, she realizes. They’re not halves; they’re one and one, and one and one make two, and they stand as two together on sidewalks, squinting at menus in the windows of restaurants, and they pet dogs in the park (Nesta always asks, because Az gets shy), and they take walks at midnight, and they live their lives contentedly next to each other’s. She starts to wonder if he splits his life into two—into Cassian and Rhys and Mor and Feyre, and into her, the girl who walked away. She’d like to know why he followed her.

Sometimes she’ll catch herself staring. Even before Cassian, she’d thought Azriel was the most beautiful of the three; all graceful, sloping shadows, soft and deep eyes, curling black hair. Her heart doesn’t know what to do anymore. It skips a beat when she sees him, but calms when she’s near him. It races when he leans close, falls to steadiness when he slings his arm over her shoulders. She can’t decide if she loves him like this or loves him like that. He means so much to her, means so many different things, that to give him a singular word wouldn’t fit.

She calls him Azriel, Az, Steve, Steven Shadow, Mr. Shadow, Ralph, Ron, He of the Candied Pecans, You. He responds to all of it. Recently he told her that it wasn’t because of the name, but because of the voice—(of course I don’t know who Ralph is, Nesta, but your voice, it’s your voice you use for me)—and she felt warm for reasons she couldn’t understand.

She shows up unannounced at his apartment when it’s a bad night. He does the same.

•

“Tell me the truth,” she begins, tipsy. “Did you like me before?”

“What?”

“Did you like me before?”

He frowns. “Elaborate.”

“Before you learned I’m a nice person. Back at the townhouse. When I hated everyone and was rude to you.”

“Oh.” He laughs a little. “I always liked you,” he says, and then his face settles into something like sadness. Nesta watches him closely. “I didn’t like… the way you made me feel, though. I’d see you down the hall, tired and everything, a stick of a person, and Rhys would make some joke, and I’d hate him.”

She blinks.

He looks down. “I’d never hated him before.”

There’s a tension between them. It’s common enough to be recognizable, but not enough to be familiar. She’s on edge, unsure.

The silence seeps in.

“And I hated myself, too,” he says. His eyes flick back up to hers.

Her breath catches in her chest. “I hated myself because I didn’t do anything. So I stayed away.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, overwhelmed. Everything is building; everything is quiet. His eyes are deep and dark and swirling. He shakes his head slightly, leaning closer, slowly, slowly, and she sees it all happen—he takes her face in his hands. She can see the stray strand of hair on his forehead, the one eyelash resting by his nose, the mole right above his mouth.

“I watched you fade,” he breathes. “I watched them pull you around.”

She twines one finger into his hair, trying to bring him closer, trying to have him closer. Come here, Azriel. Come with me. Be with me, love me, because I love you.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, because it’s all she can say.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he murmurs, and kisses her.

•

“Wait,” he says, reaching up.

“What?”

He touches the nightlight. “You kept this?”

She laughs, curled into his side, and says, “Of course I did.” He drops a kiss to her hair. “They all bought me books. You made it easy to read them.”

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@acosfisfeysandpropaganda I finally wrote it!!

#nezriel #nesta x azriel #nesta archeron #azriel shadowsinger

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