#so I don’t want to leave my room and I don’t want to go outside

[luveline]

coworker!james is fueling me rn thank u miss jade!! can i pretty please request a coworker!james drabble in which someone at work, a higher-up of some kind or someone visiting from another company being kind of cruel to reader, and jamie discovers that maybe there are several people who have just not been very kind to her, and she doesn’t really understand why he’s upset for her? please and thank u

—Why is James so upset? And how do you calm him down so quickly? fem, 1.2k

The horrible heat of the first week of British summer time finally breaks. It was an eventuality. Nothing good ever lasts for James —he must’ve been enjoying it too much. The sun is gone, the clouds are grey, and the office radiators pump a meek heat into the room.

The dreary skies outside depress him. “I miss the sun,” he sighs, putting the tips of his fingers together and bringing down his hands, base of his palms apart to stretch the sore inside of his wrists. They pang. 

“Sunny again next week,” Remus says reassuringly. “Just in time for your review!” 

“Please don’t remind me.” 

“I must remind you, Jamie.” Remus stands up, and he gives James a loving squeeze on the shoulder, voice close to his ear, “Because you need to pretend you like your job, at least for the next few days. Come and get some coffee with me.” 

James waves his hand. “In a second.” 

When James met Remus, Remus couldn’t take touch. Didn’t like it or want it, couldn’t accept so much as a compliment, but things change, and years of knowing one another makes squeezing and pinching easy work. Remus flicks him without cruelty and exits the nook, leaving James on his own. 

He glares at your empty seat, confused. When did you leave? 

Doesn’t matter. Coffee. James is in desperate need of coffee as Remus recommended to warm up. He exits out of his desktop and shucks his suit jacket back on, taking a hand to run through his knotted hair as he walks. Past the desk banks of the account managers and the reception bank to the hallway that runs into the break room and adjourning kitchen. The office is a weird maze but the worst part is having the big ‘conference’ room right next to the break room, so the people inside working can judge you for eating, and vice versa. 

The conference room door is propped open. 

James recognises you from behind, your hair and tight shoulders. He should recognise the stress, having caused so much of it. 

“It’s just not good enough.” 

“I know.”

“You coast by, doing half the work of your fellow accountants.” 

“I… I was sick for a week, I know it affected my turnover. But nothing went unfinished, sir.” 

“No, because your colleagues picked up your slack.” 

“Sir, I– I promise I work hard.” 

Your voice is so oddly unlike yourself, a tone James is unfamiliar with. He’s arrogant and agitating and has no business interrupting, but he knocks the conference door anyways. 

“Hi, Mr. Vida. How’s it going?” James asks.

“James, it’s fine. We’re just going through L/N’s review.” 

James pulls one of those boyish smirks that men often share when they should be grimacing instead. “I’m sorry to interrupt.” He hangs on like he has something else to say. 

“I think we’re about finished.” 

Mr. Vida is a predictable man. He ushers the woman away to make room for the man. His misogyny is unsubtle and unfortunate, your expression laced with hurt as you gather yourself and stand to leave. 

“Not looking forward to mine,” James says easily. You round the door, and he sends Mr. Vida a suck-up smile before he goes. He should stand up for you in a way that matters, but he’d felt it imperative to remove you from the situation, rather than escalate. 

He’s on your tail, coffee forgotten as you scurry back to the desks. “Hey,” he says, finding himself in a half-jog to keep up, “wait, wait, are you okay?” 

You slow. “I’m fine,” you say, so mildly perplexed that he doesn’t think for a moment you’re playing it cool. 

“He was getting a little heavy with you.” 

You frown in agreement, but otherwise move on, rolling your chair back with your foot to open your desk drawer. “I guess so. He’s like that.” 

“Is he? I’ve never had him that mad at me.” 

“He’s not that bad.” You pull a blister pack of painkillers from your drawer and pop three out in a row. “Have you met his boss? Oh, have you ever spoken to the manager of the account managers from the Brussels office? She sucks.” 

James doesn’t have the wherewithal to pretend he wasn’t following you. He stands with his hands vice-like on the back of his chair. “What did they say to you?” 

“Who, Mr. Vida’s boss? Or the Brussels manager?” 

“Both.” 

You sit and fish a bottle of water from your bag. “I actually filed a successful grievance again Mr. Vida’s boss, he kept calling me sweetheart. I know,” —you wince— “that’s a bit much, but it was really obvious he was looking down at me, so.” 

“And the Brussels manager?” 

“She emailed me thinking I was much more involved with the lab than I actually am. She kept calling me stupid.” You take one of your tablets and wash it down with a swig of water. “But,” you add, smiling at him, “I did manage to solve her problem.” 

“What do you mean, she called you stupid?” 

Your smile slips. “She called me a bunch of stuff. Professionally, you know, but she kept asking why my foresight was so sorely lacking. You know what they’re like.” 

He shakes his head. “I don’t, no. Nobody’s ever called me stupid. Or sweetheart.” 

You smile genially. “Perks of being a girl. Or stupid.” You laugh at yourself softly.

“You’re not stupid.” 

You sober at his solemn tone. “I know,” you say. “I’m just joking.” 

“Nobody should be talking to you like that.” 

“I know, James, but what am I supposed to do?” 

He doesn’t know. What can you do? Nothing. What can James do? What should he do? 

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. 

Your frown deepens. “It’s not your fault. It’s really fine.” 

“It’s not fine. It’s not, though, it’s–”

“James?” you say. 

“What?” 

You stand up. You stand close to him, looking into his face. “Don’t be upset,” you say, mirroring his softer tone, “it’s okay. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with it at all.” 

“Well, luckily this time I had you to come and rescue me,” you say. “But it really is fine. I can look after myself, even if I shouldn’t have to. Okay?” 

Your hand finds his arm. You squeeze his wrist and his entire torso lights up, everything, his chest, the backs of his shoulders, like goosebumps but warmer and with a softer fuzz to it. Your eyes meet his, an encouraging smile playing on a pretty mouth. For the first time that day, he feels pleasantly warm, like he’s had that first hot sip of coffee. 

The pads of your fingers are so, so soft where you catch his bare skin. 

“Okay,” he says instinctively. He’d say the sky was red if you asked him to, in that moment. 

You rub the back of his thumb with yours before letting him go. You sit down and finish your drink, and it takes James a good two minutes at his own desk to remember he’s not the one who needed comforting. 

He opens his emails to write a formal complaint against Mr. Vida for poor work conduct. He doesn’t think twice about hitting send. 

[stinmybubs]

“Rot my brain.”

Roommate B. Katsuki in love with a girl whose addicted to video games.

B. Katsuki x AFAB! Reader

Bakugou never understood why you were so glued to your PC or any console you could get your little hands on. Sitting there for hours and hours playing brain rotting video games.

It pissed him the fuck off.

You barley left your room other to use the bathroom, shower, eat, and clean out your room. He was a bit glad you were a clean type of gamer instead of a stinky messy one.

Random packages you’d order always piling up at the door, he almost tripped over them when he had to leave for work. How the fuck were you able to afford so much shit without a job?

He would make dinner in hopes you would eat with him, but of course you always ate ramen or some sort of frozen meal before he even got home.

He felt as if he was living alone with some girl coming and going at random times, he barley saw you. Which he should be thankful for, but he was head over heels for you, why? He doesn’t even know.

Maybe it was the time you helped him back in the apartment when he was drunk, letting him rant to you on your shared couch before you slipped away to your cave.

Or the time he accidentally walked in on you cosplaying a character in a skimpy outfit, taking pictures of yourself in lewd positions before you screamed at him to get out of your room.

Or maybe it was the little conversations you two would have at the most unexpected times. The conversations that made it seem you two knew each other for a life time.

He had to find out what the hype was about, so he barged into your room while you were playing a very competitive game. Clearly you didn’t notice his hand placed on the back of your chair as he hovered over you.

He didn’t know what game you were playing, it was a first person shooter so it could honestly be any game in the world.

“One flank.” You speaking spooked him a bit, he hasn’t seen you so focused on something ever.

Soon the game ended, with him sitting there next to you the whole time. You took of your headphones, letting them slide down your neck while you leaned back in your chair with a long sigh. “I’m loosing my mind…” turning to grab your water you jump in fear at the man sitting next to you.

“HOLY SHIT BAKUGOU!” You scream, leaning so back your chair almost falls backwards but Katsuki was quick enough to catch you.

“What the fuck are you doing in here!? When did you even get in??”

“I jst’ wanted to see what the hype was all about. You’re always in your room playin this shit.”

“Oh…uh, I don’t know why I’m so into this game, it makes me so fucking mad I hate it so much.”

“Then why do ya’ keep playin it.”

“Cuz it’s fun.”

Katsuki just looked at you like you said the most dumbest shit he’s ever heard. Which made you burst into laughter.

“Here I’ll teach you how to play! And maybe you could be my duo!” You cheered letting him take your spot in your chair.

After that day Katsuki played with you whenever had had free time, forcing you to eat dinner with him outside your room and stop eating all that processed shit you always ate.

This way you two got closer, he of course didn’t play all the time since he didn’t want his brain to rot and he had a full time job. So he stopped to watch you in your room, hanging out on your bed watching you closely. Probably making fun of your plays too.

You ended up opening up to katsuki, getting out of your room more whenever he got home, you at the door greeting him was always the best part of his day. He loved having movie night with you, he never shows it but he was just so happy to be closer to you.

Sooner or later, you two were more than just roommates.

AN: school is kicking my butt cuz of graduation. I am trying to finish all my 100 follower specials!

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[holylulusworld]

Indifferent (1)

Summary: Your father wanted a bond between you and the Barnes Empire. No matter what.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, mentions of impotence, arguments, mafia au, hand around throat (no choking/non-sexual), strong reader, mentions of cheating/attempted cheating?

He glares at you from across the dining table. His upper lip curls when you dig into the too-dry chicken his new cook prepared for you and your not-so-lovely husband.

“I’m not satisfied—” he leaves open what crawled up his ass today, but you know, it’s not the food. James Buchanan Barnes is bad at hiding he despises you when you are alone.

“You are not satisfied?” You chuckle dryly and drop the fork onto the table with a loud clank. “Why don’t you ask me how I feel?” You get up, chair scarping loudly over the expensive parquet.

His eyes darken when you dare to walk toward the end of the huge table. “What is it that bugs you, love?” He spats the last word as if it burned his tongue.

“You!” You throw your hands up. “This marriage is a farce. If I could, I’d be out and about in the blink of an eye. Everything is better than living with an indifferent, moody, and impotent man!”

“IMPOTENT?” Bucky rises from his seat. He squares his jaw and clenches his metal fist. For a second, you’re scared to the bones, but you brush it off.

“YES! If not I wouldn’t ride a pillow every night,” you spat in his face. “Just you know, I’m going to look for a lover first thing today. And I won’t be subtle about it. Everyone knows by now that this marriage is a bad joke. I refuse to be the butt of the joke, though.”

“You won’t ruin the union of our empires over selfish reasons.” You gasp when you end up pressed into the wall, Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around your throat. He leans closer to brush his nose over your cheek. “Even though, I don’t think you’ll find a lover anytime soon. Who would go for you if they can have some other girl? I’d go for someone else too if only I could…”

He drops his hand from your throat and smirks. Bucky steps away, flashes you a smile, and storms out of the dining room.

You stand there, shell-shocked at his outburst as you rub your throat. His words hurt like hell. You drop your eyes to look down at your body. It’s been a while since you felt this kind of hurt. 

Maybe it’s you. Maybe Bucky isn’t interested in being with you because of your looks.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Bucky barks outside your shared bedroom. “Woman, I don’t have all day. My parents want to have lunch with the two of us. Just put a smile on and come here.”

You walk out of the bedroom, an armful of your clothes. “I think it’s for the best to not keep the act up. We are married, but this doesn’t mean I must spend time with your father.”

Bucky watches you walk toward the west wing of the mansion. He follows you hot on your heels, all the while throwing questions at you. 

“Where are you going? What are you up to? Y/N, answer me!”

“I’ll stay at the west wing from now on. Annie will help me bring my belongings to the west wing. You can do whatever you want to at your wing. Just stay out of my sight.”

You walk away, leaving Bucky stunned and angry. He grits his teeth and calls you names as you slam the heavy door parting the west wing from the entrance hall shut.

“What the fuck!” He mutters under his breath. So far, you suffered in silence ignoring his unbearable behavior, and the openly shown hatred towards you and your marriage. Now you riot and he doesn’t handle it well.

“Where’s your lovely wife?” George cocks his head as his son sits down on their table. “I thought you said she’ll be here too.”

“She’s not feeling well today,” Bucky lies straight into his father’s face. What else can he do? How shall he explain that the bond your parents forced upon the both of you lies in ruins after not even six months into marriage?

“Ah, she finally snapped,” Winnifred remarks while studying the menu. She smiles to herself, while her husband and Bucky turn their heads toward her. “Good for her. I was rooting for Y/N.”

She slowly closes the menu and lies it down on the table. Winnifred doesn’t give away more. She orders her food and a glass of white wine. Your mother-in-law is in the mood to celebrate.

It wasn’t a lie. She was rooting for you to take matters into your own hands. It took you longer than she liked but now, she’ll lean back and watch her son grovel.

“What do you mean?” Bucky and George say in unison. They are surprised at Winnifred’s answer.

“You forced that lovely woman into marriage and didn’t even try to make her feel welcome. Did you at least give her orgasms?” She chuckles. Bucky’s face turns red, he swallows thickly, and uncomfortably shifts in his seat. “I see. The poor woman suffers in silence.” She sighs now. “Alright, I’ll give her the number of our gardener. He’s got a son who will gladly help Y/N take care of her secret garden.”

“What?” George is at a loss for words while his son tries to forget that his mother was asking him about your non-existent sex life. “Mother!”

“What? I’m a red-blooded woman, just like Y/N. If you don’t find satisfaction with your husband, you must look elsewhere. Men do it all the time.” She shrugs before taking a sip of her white wine. “Y/N is a beautiful woman in her best years. Her sexual drive must be over the top after six months of not getting any attention.”

“Winni, stop saying things like that in public,” George snarls. “You are making a scene.”

“I’m not making a scene,” Winnifred bites back. “I try to make our son see that his wife will turn toward someone else in no time if he doesn’t take care of her every whim soon. You’ll weaken our bond, and this will shatter both of our empires. Is that what you want, son?”

Is that what you want? His mother’s words echoed in his mind the whole way back home. Of course, he doesn’t want to weaken your empires. 

The only purpose of your marriage was to strengthen not only his father’s empire but your father’s empire too.

If you turn toward someone else, an enemy maybe to get back at Bucky, the empires could crumble and fall only because he’s too stubborn to let you inside his life.

Bucky enters the mansion, a grim expression coloring his features. If only you weren’t so infuriating and stubborn he could’ve easily settled for you.

But no.

Y/N Y/L/N is the most annoying and bratty woman he ever met.

Sometimes Bucky believes you’re riling him up on purpose.

“Wait—” he stops in his tracks. Bucky furrows his brows as he tries to recall all of your little fights. “Is she doing it on purpose? Maybe she wants me to lose control and just…”

“Where are you going?” Bucky follows you out of the mansion. “Y/N stop being a brat. I asked you a question and I expect you to answer my damn question!”

“Out,” you glance over your shoulder at Bucky. “Your mother sent me something interesting and now, I want to find out if it’s for me.”

“She did what?” Bucky looks like he’s about to have a heart attack. He pants heavily and clutches his fists to his sides. “You won’t leave the ground for the time being.”

You huff. “Try me.”

He closes the distance between the two of you with three long steps to grab your arm. “Don’t tempt me to throw you over my shoulder! You’ll go back inside and listen to what I have to say.”

You laugh in his face. “Make me!”

Part 2

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[hunterofartemis7]

Pt. 9

*on friday*

Damian: ready to go beloved?

Raven: yeah, just need to find my hoodie..

Dick: *on the couch* where you two going

Damian: none of your business

Raven: be nice. I’m going to the doctors

Jason: why?

Raven: to help with my vomiting..just to see if i really got a stomach bug or like the flu or something

Jason: have fun

Kori: found your hoodie Raven.

Raven: thank you! 😊

Kori: okay let’s go!

Tim: your going? Why?

Raven:…..

Kori: cause I have ever since raven first joined the titans, and I won’t stop now.

Raven: *mouths* thank you

Tim: okay? We’ll hope you feel better

Damian: hm *walks out with raven*

*at the hospital*

Raven: *nervous as heck*

Damian: *filling out paperwork* *stops to hold her hand* take a breath Beloved. Your okay

Raven:..I know, but I’m still nervous

Kori: any particular reason? Or just pregnancy nervousness in general?

Raven:…I’m worried they’ll tell me something is wrong with the baby….or that I’m already doing something wrong

Damian: Habibti nothing is wrong with the baby, and you haven’t been doing anything wrong.

Raven: how do you know ?

Damian: because I know you. You’d never do anything intentionally or not to hurt the baby, and you can literally sense when someone is hurt.

Raven:……

Damian: you forgot you could do that couldnt you?

Raven: yeah…

Nurse: Rachel Roth. You can come back now hun

*they follow the nurse back and into a room*

Nurse: OB will be here in a second. Go ahead and put the hospital gown on

Raven: okay..

Nurse: *leaves*

Kori: you okay?

Raven: I think…i just got a weird feeling

Kori: *hugs her* it’s just nerves, you and the baby are fine.

Raven: it’s not that…it’s..something else. I can’t put my finger on it

*doctor comes in after a bit*

Asshole Doctor: hello. You Rachel Roth?

Raven: yes, I am

Asshole Doctor: *looks her up and down* aren’t you a bit you to be pregnant?

Raven: I’m 19…

Asshole Doctor: your point?🙄

Damian: her point is you need to mind your business and not talk to my fiancee like that

Asshole Doctor: fiancé? What you propose only cause she’s knocked up?

Kori: okay get out!

Asshole Doctor: what?

Kori: I said get out. You are not going to talk to her like that, and if you won’t be professional then we don’t want you here. So get the fuck out, and get an OB who won’t be an ass

Asshole doctor: whatever 🙄. Don’t want to deal with a teenager who can’t keep her legs closed anyway. *turns to Damian* I pity you. She probably got knocked up for your fucking money *leaves*

Raven:…………😔😣😖😭 *burst into tears*

Kori: *holds her close* shhh..it’s okay. He’s gone. Don’t listen to that asshole

Damain: I’ll be back 🤬

Kori: where are you going?

Damian: you don’t want to know! *leaves*

Raven:😖😭😖😭

Kori: sshhh, it’s okay. It’s okay

Raven: *mumbling* I didn’t do that…I didn’t trap him…

Kori: honey stop. We know you didn’t fucking baby trap him. I know that, Damian knows that, Alfred knows that; and I know damn well you know that. That doctor is an asshole who needs to keep his opinions to himself.

Raven:....i just wanted to make sure the baby was okay..not this…

Kori: *wipes the tears off her face* I know. This shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry

Dick: *knocks* Rae? Kori?

Kori: dick? *opens the door* Dick, Tim, Jason and Duke standing outside*….what are you guys doing here?

Jason: Damian called and said a doctor made raven cry so we sped over to kick his ass

Raven:…are you serious?

Dick: yeah. You don’t mess with our family. So where’s the asshole at?

Damian: *dragging a doctor back by his hair*

Every other nurse or doctor: *turning a blind eye*

Damian: *throws him to the ground* so, are you going to apologize or are we teaching you a fucking lesson on how to treat your patients?

Jason: please pick option two😈

[nuriiz134]

Jealousy Jealousy

so um ya'll my second postttt. kindly like it and reblog it you can always send requesttss and dm to be tagged.also those who liked and read my first post thank youuuu appreciate yoau all. please do the same for this one also. also i am open to opiniond itd finr. thankk uuu hope you like it.

summary- jake is your bsf. our roomates with you have been fucking him . you go to acumb and...

pairing- y/n x jake

warnings- kissing,f!ngering, p!!ssy eating,hand tying,s!!x,jealous,petnames,cursing,unprotected s!!x {don't be silly wrap ur w!!lie} (lemme know if theres more)

genre-romance,smut

You and Jake are best friends. You and Jake had been fucking each other the past two months month. It was strictly meant to be  pleasure with no strings attached. But now when see him you feel butterflies and your heart races. You might like him.You didn’t want to ruin your bond with Jake so you held back and let things remain the same.

You had come to the pub with Lily and Rose, your best friends. They were somewhere on the dance floor in the crowd. You were with them a while ago when you wanted to grab a drink for yourself. There you met Sunghoon, he was quite handsome, he had piercing brown eyes, with well defined lips. He was quite tall, which just complimented his looks more.  You were at the bar when Sunghoon approached you. 

“Hi, I am  Park Sunghoon. Are you with someone? “No” 

 “So,I was wondering if I could have your number?”

“Hi, I am y/n wow champion slow down we don’t even know each other and you want my number.” “Well, I have been looking at you for a long time.. We could get to know each other if you know what I mean?”

“How about we get to know each other till we are together and then I can give you my number?” “Sure”

 It's been about three hours since you and Sunghoon were talking. You had a lot in common with him. It was quite obvious Sunghoon was flirting with you and you were quite probably enjoying it and answering it back the same way. 

Jake had come a while ago since you were here and was looking forward to spending the evening with you. When Jake came in, the first thing he noticed was you flirtin with Sunghoon. Since then Jake has been shooting daggers with his eyes.

You hadn’t noticed Jake had arrived yet or him shooting daggers with his eyes.

Sunghoon leaned in and whispered “wanna leave?”

you nodded. 

As we were leaving I saw Jake outside. “Oml hi Jake when did u reach you should’ve called me” 

“ A while ago, who is this gentleman if I may know y/n?” “Well umm this is Sunghoon, I met him in the bar.”

“Is it?” smiling at him. Jake snaked an arm around y/n waist and pulled her close kissed her on the cheek” “What are you doing Jae?”

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.”

“Dude, it was so nice to meet you but i think you should know this is my girl” throwing the fakest smile possible. 

“Jeez dude sorry I had no idea.” “nice to meet you y/n”  with that last statement Sunghoon left.

“What do you think you were doing?” Jake said. “What do you mean?? We never had anything going on between us?”

“Let's get back home” Jake held Y/n by her hand and got into the car.”

The drive to their place was quiet and awkward. Y/n was deep in thoughts while Jake was just infuriated at Y/n.

Soon they reached home. No matter how mad Jake was at Y/n.He always was a true gentleman to y/n and always will be. Jake locked the door to the car and held y/n’s hand and went inside their shared apartment. 

“Jake, can we talk about what happened at the club?”

Jake immediately crashed his lips onto Y/n’s lips. Jake’s soft plump lips molded against your full lips like a piece to a puzzle. Your back arched against him, as you snaked your hand around neck and held him closer. Jake tilted his head for better access, your and Jake’s tongues tussled together. Jake pulled you closer and traced his hand down Y/n’s body and held y/n by her thighs and lifted her up. Jake took Y/n to the room and laid her down on the bed, their lips not leaving each other for a minute. Jake trailed kisses down Y/n’s neck sucking at her sweet spot. Y/n  exhaled at that. Jake knew which spots would make Y/n quiver and which spots would make her cry. Jake’s hand advanced down to Y/n’s thighs caressing her inner thigh while was working upon Y/n’s neck leaving marks all over her. You could feel Jake’s hand tracing soft circles on your inner thigh as you squirmed under him.

“Jae please~~” “Please wha say it say it”

“Please” “Please what baby? Could Sunghoon have had you squirming under him, when i barely even touched you?”

“Please jake”

“As you wish princess” Jake hand went to your intimate area tracing soft circles on it. You let out a soft gasp at the sudden contact with Jake’s calloused hands with your sensitive area.He was tracing circles on the soft flesh. I uttered out a soft moan at his continuous teasing. Jake entered one of his digits inside your entrance.You let out a moan. Jake entered another one of finger and started moving them at a fast pace. You screamed at the sudded pace. “Gawd so wet for me”

All you could do was lay under him and squirm as he moved his digits in and out of you. 

“Can Sunghoon fuck you like me? Does he know your body like me? Does he fucking know what can make you go mad?”

The sensation of his fingers inside you was maddening you wanted to kiss him

“Oh my god Jake” Jake started moving his fingers at a faster pace as he moved his fingers at a quick pace. As you felt your climax nearing you. Jake pulled out his fingers. “Jake” you whined

“Nuh uh you aren’t cumming until I allow you to”

“Please baby, Jaeyun”

Jake unzipped your dress and threw it somewhere in the room. As you brought your hands down to your sensitive so that you can finish. Jake held your hands and pinned it upwards on the bed and tied it with a tie.

“Jake please.” “No”

Jake started kissing down your neck to your chest. He latched his mouth onto one of your nipples and used his hand to satisfy the other. You let out a loud moan. 

“Jake please” at this point you don’t even know what you're begging for as pleasure takes over you. 

“Please what honey words I need words .”

“Please let me touch you” you whined “Mhm” Jake slowly moved down to your pussy trailing soft kisses down as he went down there.

You let out another moan out of pleasure. Jake moved down to your cunt. Placing soft kisses on it. Jake’s tongue entered your cunt and you let out a scream.Jake twirled his tongue around literally making out with your pussy.

“Jake, yes right there oh my god Jake yes right there”

Jake fastened his pace with his mouth as he felt your climax approaching. “Yes baby, become undone for me.” That was the final straw as you became undone all over his mouth. Jake moved his mouth to yours and kissed you harshly. You started unbuttoning Jake’s shirt as you kissed down his neck. Jake started undoing his pants.

“Jae please” Jake lined his cock at your entrance. “Baby kiss me” and you latched your lips onto his kissing him with all your strength. Jake kissed back with that same passion. Jake slowly entered his cock into ypur cunt. He let you adjust to his size before he started moving. “Gawd so tight baby so tight. You feel so good omg." Your eyes roll back at the sensation of him inside you. You let out another loud moan. Jake moved in and out at a faster pace. “Could Sunghoon fill you up with his cock like I do? Could sunghoon make your eyes roll back like I do?? Could Sunghoon make you scream like you??” You nodded letting out another loud moan as he pounded into you. “Remember Y/n No one knows your spots like I do.No one can make you feel this good Sunghoon won’t make you feel this good.” Jake pounded onto you again. Your nails bruising his back.

‘YOU.” “ARE.” “MINE.” Jake felt your climax approaching as he fastened his pace. “Jake” you screamed as you cummed all over his cock. “Oh my god princessa you feel so good.” Jake pulled out and pumped a few times before he cummed all over your stomach and collapsed on top of you. When Jake kissed you this time it wasn’t hunger or lust or desire. It was love, passion and warmth. “Are you okay baby?” You nodded. “Was I too harsh on you honey I am sorry.” “No its fine” “Baby come on let's get you cleaned up okay honey and then go to bed I am going to set up a bath for you okay honey?”

You nodded.

Jake went to the bathroom and started setting up the bath. He used your favorite rose bath bomb, added rose petals and set the water warm just as you like. “Princess, the bath is ready.” “Come on, let's go” Jake picked you up as he tucked one arm under your knee and the other behind your back. He put you in the bath and went in the bath with you.

“Baby I am sorry if I was so harsh with you. It's just that it makes me angry to see you with anyone else.” 

“It's fine Jake, it's okay.” as you leaned on him. He slowly petted your head as you relaxed into his touch.” “I Have something to say to you Y/n” “Ya jae?”

“I love you. I have had this gigantic crush on you like idk since when it started way before we even started fucking. I don’t want you with anyone else except me. The thought of any other man looking at you like I do seeing you like I do makes me so angry and terrifies me. I just want you to myself. I promise I will never be rude to you. Your smile, it brightens my day if i see it once. Your eyes makes me want to go on a voyage around them. And your personality is just so perfect I have no words for it. The way I could listen to you talk for hours and hours. You have the kindest soul possible and the sweetest person on this planet. I am ready to handle your rude ass side, your nice side, your kiddish side, your horny side. Y/n Please Can I be your boyfriend. I promise to never disappoint you. It's totally fine if you don’t like me I won’t force you. I'm sorry. But if you do oml” Tears started welling up in Y/n’s eyes.”omg jake your so sweet. Of Course I love you. It is so sweet of you. Omg Jake.” 

“You do? Omg Y/n I love you.” Jake started grinning ear to ear. “I am going to go change our sheets and get you a tshirt. Okay baby lay here more. Do you want to eat something although it's 4 but whatever you want.” “It's fine, I don't want anything.” Jake kissed y/n’s forehead and got up. He spreads the bedsheet. Gets out a hoodie for you. 

“Baby are you done? Can we go to bed?”“Ya lets go I am done.” With that Jake picked you up. “You know I can walk right?” “I know you can but you're my princess and you deserve it.” “here's your hoodie” “I love you” Y/n wears her hoodie and lays down. Jake comes and lays down with y/n.

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Not quite love | CL16

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― Pairing: charles leclerc x friend!reader (she/her) ― Warning: mentions of alcohol and food; friends to lovers; angst; unrequited love; not been proofread yet; 2k words. ― Summary: When you get romantically involved with your best friend you were not expecting a marriage proposal, but simply a commitment. You were sure that what you had wasn’t quite love, though it could be and maybe that’s what hurt the most. The fact that you had everything to be each other’s end game, but turned out to be strangers. 

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You and Charles had everything to be the perfect couple.

To have the perfect story.

A book-worthy one.

You were long-time friends.

Though your family wasn’t very fond of him, his family loved you, and that was enough. Over half of your friends in common hinted about you guys getting together. The dynamic was this good from the outside, and so was the tension whenever you were together. 

You would share desserts, dance with each other, sleep in the same bed after friends get together –nothing sexual ever happened, and maybe that’s the reason why it was so intimate and ground to tension flourish. It was beyond the physical. At least for you. 

It all took a turn when you finally moved to Monaco to study and work.

*****

“Don’t cry, chérrie,” he cooed, lips finding a few droplets of tears and cutting short their path on your cheeks. You turned your head in his direction, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against yours, seeking the solace of it. 

The Monegasque read the way your body leaned in, the way your face felt hotter against his lips, and he lined his breathing with yours giving you enough time to pull back, but you didn’t. In fact, you broke the barrier of space between you two, pressing your lips in a feverish kiss. Charles answered in a second, gripping your waist and bringing you impossibly closer. His tongue was demanding, and his body against yours felt different than the other times. More intimate. 

“Fucking finally,” you could almost hear your friends with their hands up to the heavens, so you chuckled, ultimately breaking the kiss. Charles grinned.

“If I knew this is all it would take for you to smile I would have greeted you with a kiss,” his teasing earned a giggle from you.

*****

[...] At the end of the day Charles would sleep at your place –or you at his– at least once a week. You would still share movie nights like when you were just friends. He would still send you funny TikTok he watched, and you were still telling him about all the books you read. 

Those were things boyfriends and girlfriends did, you knew that, nevertheless, you wanted to believe that he was planning something. Or that maybe he already saw you that way. Maybe he was afraid of the constant travel and the pressure of his career and media. Maybe he was trying to protect you from the fans. 

Charles never voiced any of this. Never sat down to talk about it, and you didn’t ask. Not until you graduated and got a job proposal in America. It wasn’t France, Germany, or Sweden, places you knew would be easier to gravitate to Monaco when the schedule let you. It was oceans apart, but it also felt like an opportunity to compromise, to keep your –hopefully official- relationship going. 

The thing is, life is unpredictable. You can’t guess what someone is feeling or how they will react. Your mom would always tell you that the heart is unknown ground – a place nobody will ever explore in its plenitude. You only get in the rooms the other allows, and even then inside there are tons of places that not even the owners visited. 

To know yourself is hard, and to know the other is even harder.

You didn’t know Charles.

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[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 28

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

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Violet, Rhiannon and I shuffle into our shared room for our time here at Monsterrat. The room is furnished to the bare minimum. A bunk bed and a single bed pushed up against the walls, and dressers for each of us shoved up next to the door. Least our window gave us a good view of the mountains around us. Violet and I share a worried glance. Despite my signet, I could tell Rhiannon was off even before we got here. She had seem shaky and nervous as we readied to leave in the flight field earlier today. And now its like those feelings had amplified. Her nervousness ebbing off her in waves

Violet finally hitting the limit of what she can take of Rhiannon’s behaviour as she stuffs her pack under the bed and turning to face us as she checks she has all her daggers.

”You going to tell us what’s up?” She asks, her tone slightly annoyed, but also worried for her friend.

I note the slight tremble to Rhiannon’s hands as she straps her sword to her back. “Do you know where we are?”

Violet’s brow furrows as she thinks. “We’re about two hundred miles from the coast.”

And then it hits me. Rhiannon is from this area. Her village would not be far from where we are. She had only mentioned where she was from a few times, but with how nervous she is it all clicks into place.

”You’re village is nearby.” I blurt out.

Rhiannon looks over at me and nods, and I feel all her emotions hit me at once. So strongly I’m surprised I don’t stumble back. “My village is less than one hour away on foot.”

Violet walks forward and takes Rhiannon’s hands in hers as a lay a hand on her shoulder. She doesn’t even have to say what she wants to do. Violet and I already know. I know if given the chance I would want the same. Hell I had known that feeling. Had for the two years I knew Xaden and Garrick we’re so close. So I knew exactly where she was coming from.

”Don’t tell anyone,” Violet whispers even though it was only us in the room. “We have six days to figure it out and we will.”

I nod in agreement and I feel Rhiannon’s shift in emotion as she relaxes knowing she may have a way to go see her family. A loud pounding on the door startles us all.

”Let’s go, Second Squad!”

Fucking Dain Aetos.

Two days later the three of us climb out the window of our room. Luck must have been on our side when assigning our rooms as we are on the first floor. Violet had insisted on tonight as Mira was to be out on patrol. Key word is meant to be. I reach out to grab Violet and pull her back, but its too late and she runs right into Mira, bouncing back into my arms as I steady her.

”Shit!” Rhiannon exclaims as I step back into her.

”Don’t you at least check the corners?” Mira lectures Violet, he arms folding over her chest as she stares down at Violet before it shifts to Rhiannon and I.

”In my defence, I didn’t think you’d be there because you’re suppose to be on patrol.” Violet states as she steps out of my grip.

”You we’re acting super weird at dinner.” Mira’s head tilting to the side as she studies us. “So I switched shifts. Do you want to tell me what you’re doing outside the walls?”

Violet glances at Rhiannon and I but we both shift our gazes, the wall and ground suddenly becoming the most interesting things we have ever seen.

”None of you? Really?” She sighs before pinching the bridge of her nose. “You three need to sneak out of a heavily fortified defensive position because….?”

I step forward next to Violet, Mira’s attention shifting to me. I hadn’t formally been introduced to Mira today, but I could tell from the way her eyes flicker to my hair and the relic mark peaking out of my uniform in the same way Xaden’s does that she knows exactly who I am. Her whole body going slightly rigid as she assesses me. As if trying to decide if I am a threat to Violet or not. But as if seeing how comfortable she is next to me, she relaxes.

”We’re flying to Rhiannon’s village to see her family.”

Mira goes pale. “You think you’re what?”

”We’re flying to her village. It’s like a five minute flight, according to Tairn and-” Violet starts before Mira cuts her off.

”Absolutely not.” Shaking her head at us. “Nope. You cannot fly off like you’re on vacation. What if something happens to you?”

”At her parents house?” I ask her slowly. “Because there’s definitely some major ambush planned just for us on the off chance we might decide to visit?”

Her eyes narrow at me. “I never know with you Riorson’s.” Her tone slightly venomous. Nothing I’m not use to.

Violet pushes between us, as if trying to protect me even though we both know out of the two of us I’d have the better chance on taking on Mira. “We’d be in less danger visiting her parents than we are at Basgiath.” She argues back to her sister.

Mira purses her lips and sighs. “Fair point.”

”Come with us.” Violet blurts out as Rhiannon and I look at each other wide eyed. Not part of the fucking plan at all. “Seriously. Come with us, Mira. She just wants to see her sister.”

As Violet explains the situation to Mira, I feel her change of heart. Violet winning her over in an instant. And before we know it, Violet Mira and I are sat on cushioned benches, watching Rhiannon rock her nephew by the fireplace, lost in conversation with her family. This was worth it. So fucking worth it. To watch Rhiannon get the reunion I will never fully get. But I had a new family now. Yes I still had Xaden. But without our parents or any relatives, we had formed our own family with the other marked ones. And one day I hoped we could have something similar.

”Thank you for helping us.” Violet says to Mira.

Mira smirks. “You would have done it with or without me. Figured this way I’d know you’re safe. What other rules have you broken sis?”

”Where do we start?” I say with a chuckle as I sip the wine Rhiannon’s family had given us.

”Maybe a few here and there. I’ve gotten very good at poisoning my opponents before challenges.”

I choke back a laugh as Mira nearly spits her wine everywhere. Definitely not what she expected from her sister. But I could tell she was proud of her. So proud of all the odd’s her sister at defied, all she had achieved. Violet should not have survived the riders quadrant or be thriving in it like she is. But she was. She was defying all the odds that we’re stacked against her.

”Speaking of sticking away from offspring off the that traitor, I see you’ve managed to acquire another one out of nowhere.” Mira states, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I meet Mira’s gaze. Watch as she takes me in. Her eye’s lingering longer than necessary on my green eyes and paler skin tone, which had actually gained some of its natural tan back since being in the quadrant. A far cry from those of my brother and father. Hell I would be better off passing as a sibling to Imogen. Her brows furrow as if also coming to a similar conclusion.

”Technically not out of nowhere. She was at the college with me.” Violet states bluntly.

Mira looks over and Violet, narrowing her eyes at her. “You know what I meant. None of us knew who she was. Though I won’t lie, didn’t pick you to be a Riorson.”

”Is that meant to be an insult or a compliment?” I ask, challenging her.

Mira chuckles and shakes her head. “Compliment. You don’t remind me of your brother.”

”She’s more like him than you think. And he isn’t that bad once you get to know him.” Violet adds, Mira turning to her, narrowing her eyes again. Definitely not the right thing to say....

The two sisters start bickering so I tune out and leave them to it, turning my attention back to Rhiannon and her family. As risky as tonight was, it was worth it to see this. To watch Rhiannon get some peace. Something that was a rarity at the college, and something I knew we wouldn’t get for a while. Mira motions for us to get going, us three leaving Rhiannon to say goodbye to her family without us there. One last moment before we all head back, and she would have to wait till her letter privileges came into effect in a few months time once we hit second year.

”Have you been stationed with any riders of mated pairs?” Violet asks as we walk towards the door.

”One.” Mira replies as we step outside. “Why?”

As soon as I step over the threshold I feel him. I might not see him, but I know he’s there. Turning I see a patch of shadows larger than what should be there despite how late it is. If Violet’s about to ask what I think she is, she’s about to get her answer in the flesh.

”I’m just wondering how long they can be separated.”

”Turns out, about three days is their max.” Xaden says as the shadows dissipate to reveal him leaning against the wall.

Fucking. Mated. Dragons

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Divertissement | I

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x fem!oc

Summary: Three Years after Tabitha Carmichael abandons Frankenmuth and her childhood friends—one of which being her ex-boyfriend—she returns in hopes of mending burnt bridges.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit sexual situations (later chapters), explicit language, mentions of underage drinking/drug use, mentions of child abandonment

Words: 6.1k

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There’s no way to describe the overwhelming, rapturous juncture at which that scream, that riff, and the symphony completed by that bassline intertwining with that thundering roll of drums, takes place. 

“Capturing lightning in a bottle” does so little justice in painting the picture with enough fervorous electricity—one would have to capture an exploding star to understand the atmospheric shift that takes place when they perform…

“Running a room” is what our teachers called it. 

The bursts of energy, the parade of laughter to follow, the constant reaping of unadulterated attention—minute glimpses of the future that were wildly entertaining to every kid in the class with them. 

I never got to witness their in-class shenanigans in elementary school being that I was one grade ahead of them. 

Instead, I got front row seats to the show in my free time whenever my sister-in-law decided to encourage me to make friends.

We had lived in Frankenmuth for one year, my brother and I feeling a bit out of our element after leaving Beaufort, South Carolina, and although his new wife’s family were as helpful as they could be, and everyone in town seemed to be kind, I had yet to find interest in anyone outside of our little family. 

I suppose, looking back, I was afraid of someone getting bored of me and putting me back on the shelf when they were done playing—my mother had certainly shown me that’s how the world worked—so when Lee got married to Sierra, got custody of me, and moved us closer to her family in Michigan, it was difficult for me to grow attached to anyone new. 

Until a birthday party invitation found its way into our mailbox one afternoon. 

Whoever Josh and Jake were, they were turning eight, and their mother had written a note asking Sierra to bring me by because she thought that me and her kids would get along. 

Never had I been stricken so sharply by unadulterated joy, becoming enthralled with them from the moment we were introduced and realized that Josh would dramatically tag along with my imagination, just as I’d do with his, and Jake would gladly rough-house and chase me through the yard, either kicking a ball around or outright racing one another. 

Then came the discovery of their love for music and making as much noise as they could. 

Rural Michigan treated them well in its free space to be as loud as one could want, their family encouraging their bouts of creativity and enthusiasm. 

The longer the day went on, the shinier the stars in my eyes became, and by the time night fell and Sierra was hauling me away, the amber in my eyes had turned to pure glitter. 

That shine only grew to be more blinding as our years of wild progressed...

“Josh, I have to go!” I insist despite my lack of attempt to actually get out of the car. “Practice already ran late,” It’s added in a plea, scrunching my neck to my chin with a giggle just as his lips go to graze the skin there. 

“Fifteen more seconds.” He retorts, his lips pressing to mine. 

“Josh—”

“Twelve more.” He cuts me short, kissing my nose, my cheek, my chin, my shoulder, my hand…

Grasping his face in my hands, long tendrils that frame his face threading in my fingers, I look at him wide-eyed, hoping to get my point across, “Josh, Lee is probably waiting with a gun. I gotta go.” 

“Six more,” He ignores me, and I let him, lips meeting once again to bid a final, sloppy, hormone-fueled goodnight. 

Once our six seconds are up, I’m grabbing my gym bag, hopping from the car and almost shutting the door before he’s rolling the window down and calling out, “No ‘goodnight’ kiss?!” 

Stopping in the headlights of his car, I drop my bag in the driveway and walk to his window, only he opens his door. 

“You’re so stupid.” I roll my eyes, but still lean down and kiss him one last time for the night, his soft hands holding my face, kissing my cheek and my temple, muttering, “I love you,” before chastely pecking my lips. 

“I love you.” I reply to him. “Let me know when you make it home.” I add, standing up, turning away. 

I’m not quick enough, his hand swatting at my ass, making me shriek out a laugh, holding my middle fingers up to him. 

“I would if your brother wasn’t home!” He shouts to me as I pick up my bag. 

I want to howl out a cackle because we both know that’s never stopped him from sneaking in.

Blowing him a kiss before I step onto the porch, I unlock the door and make my way inside. 

Immediately, I’m freeing the light brown locks of hair from the ponytail it’s held in tightly, tossing the hair tie onto the counter and massaging my aching roots. 

Sierra’s already made dinner, what’s left for me is neatly covered in tinfoil, the only sound in the kitchen is the portable heater by the table, my brother not waiting there like I assumed he would be. 

It’s when I step to the living room that I see him sitting in peace and silence—reading. 

“How was practice?” Lee questions, clearing his throat when he hears me. 

“It was good.” I shrug, placing my bag onto the loveseat before stepping back into the kitchen to grab something to drink. 

“How’s Kiszka?” My brother inquires, next, still not looking at me. 

“Which one, Lee? There’s two I frequently hangout with.” I sarcastically retort, raising my brows before shutting the fridge and opening the orange fanta in my hand. 

“The one groping you in my driveway.” 

“Ah, the one I’ve been dating for almost four years?” I remind him, taking a swig of my soda. 

My brother loved the boys because they reminded him of himself, sharing the same love for music and the arts in general…he appreciated the fact they were good kids and were kind to me…that is until I started dating Josh in ninth grade. 

Then it wasn’t such a good thing that my boyfriend reminded my brother of himself because he was a hellion in high school, just adding Jake to that equation only doubled the opportunities for me to get into shit I had no business being in. 

The thought of my best friend and my boyfriend being equally sneaky and always up to something worried Lee because he didn’t want me to get wrapped up in whatever stupidity the two brothers inevitably had planned. 

The irony, however, was that I was just as vocal about what mindless antics we should get up to, to entertain ourselves—but I’ll save those gory details for later. 

He doesn’t answer me, crystal green eyes framed by dark blonde brows and lashes in thought. 

“Speaking of Kiszkas…” I start once more, my words earning a sigh from my brother as he looks up at me again and waits for me to speak. “…They have a show this weekend at White’s Bar, and I was hoping we could go.” 

“You want me to take my seventeen year old sister to a bar?” He laughs, closing his book. 

“We’ve been going to see their shows in bars since I was fourteen.” I point out, to which he quips back, “Yeah, a lot’s changed in the last three years—down to how much time you’ve been spending with him.”

“He’s my boyfriend, Lee, that’s kinda how that works.” I say the same thing I always say when the topic of how much time I’ve spent with Josh comes up. 

Usually it starts with: 

“I just want you to stay home tonight.”

Or: 

“Me and Sierra are worried about you.” 

But it all boils down to one common denominator, which is the ‘ole faithful:

“I’m well aware of that, T.J., but I don’t think it’s healthy to be attached at the hip the way you two  are.” He carefully chooses his words, his tone calm and genuinely concerned. 

Which makes it even more irritating. 

“Well, this time next year I will be fifteen hundred miles away, buried in school work and collegiate cheerleading bullshit—”

“—Hey!” He pipes from my choice words while I continue, “To keep my scholarship, and then I will have no time to spend with Josh or anyone else for that matter. And then you can kick back and rub your feet together knowing your sister is miserable.” 

“T.J.” Lee says as I turn on my heel and head toward my room. “Tabitha!” 

Ignoring him, I walk down the hallway only to be halted by Sierra opening their bedroom door, onyx hair mangled from sleep as she squints her gray eyes at me, trying to focus through her drowsy haze. 

“What’s going on?” She asks. 

“Your husband.” I state, shutting my bedroom door behind me. 

Looking back on things, now, it’s easier to see where Lee was trying to help me out some. 

Perhaps he could see from his outside perspective that things would inevitably die out between Josh and I. 

That I’d go off to college, Josh would graduate a year later and go to college closer to home while waiting for his brother and Danny to finish up with school, too, and then they’d all be off to the races—leaving me in their dust—and he was trying to get me to slowly wean off the constant overloads of happy hormones and the overwhelming comfort of never having to be without Josh for periods longer than a day. 

It was like trying to convince someone to responsibly wean off heavy alcohol consumption for the sake of not risking falling dead from the sudden withdrawal, whereas they’re only focused on drinking as much as they can before they’ll have to suddenly get sober. 

I wish I would have taken heed to his warning, then. 

Because I did graduate, I did go off to Sam Houston State University, and things between Josh and I did change so terribly fast once we were no longer “attached at the hip.” 

“I just have a lot of things to think about, Tabby.” He says it like he’s confessing something to me, his words leaving a solemn echo where he’s sitting with me on the rinky, floral printed couch against the wall of their garage—the same couch we used to couldn’t keep our hands off one another on. 

Now we sit feet apart, on opposite ends, refusing to be in the other’s space because we don’t know how to occupy it anymore. 

We’ll make it work. I promise, is what he had told me, paired with that dopey, genuine grin that caused the corners of his brown eyes to crinkle, being sealed off with a sweet kiss before I got in the car, and he disappeared in the rear view mirror.

It had put all my anxieties about our relationship to rest. 

He had eased my mind and when I thought I was going to lose him, he proved to me that I wasn’t. 

So how the fuck are we here, now? 

Anytime he attempts to put it into words, it’s a failure, growing all the more frustrated with himself and with my impatience until I’m sneering out, “So you can’t even tell me why you don’t want me anymore?”

As it’s been in the past when we’ve had arguments, he doesn’t take a shred of shit from me, immediately snapping back, “That’s not what I’m trying to say, if you’ll just listen to me—”

“--I did listen to you when you told me that me going off wouldn’t affect our relationship. And now I’m home and you’re telling me you have ‘things to think about’!” 

“Because I do!” He raises his voice and I bite my tongue, not used to him shouting. 

Standing to my feet to put more distance between us, I step away from the couch and keep my back to him, rubbing my forehead with my finger tips. 

I’m not entirely sure whose tears hit the concrete under our feet first, but mine are smeared on the back of my hand before too long.

Glancing back, I see that he’s got his face in his hands, a sight not unfamiliar with years of bickering with his brother at times over what lyrics sound better, what riff would work the best, how to finish a song out or how to open it…their mother would always come and break it up, but no one has yet to step foot in here with us. 

I’ve never witnessed him so upset bickering with me, usually whatever argument ending after the anticipation of making up outweighed the issue at hand. 

Long gone are the simple days of him deliberately being a menace to any shared teachers in school that I had before him that gave me a hard time, and me encouraging his random spurs of creativity to be funneled into a dramatic, lustrous film that always ended in some sort of explosion that his brother was far too eager to partake in.

We aren’t dumbly infatuated with one another, anymore. No longer blinded by the exultation of first love and the unbridled elation that accompanied it. 

Now we’re young adults who are being forced to evaluate if we legitimately have a leg to stand on together. The times we’ve both put off planning our future together and boiling it down to, “We’ll have plenty of time to figure it out,” are glaring at us both and collapsing in a fit of mockery. 

A new thought creeps into my mind, one that I spent my time away fighting off and ignoring to the best of my ability, but I can’t anymore because of the situation at hand. 

“Did you cheat on me?” I sniffle it out, accusing him more so than asking curiously. 

This gets his attention, dark brows furrowing harshly as his unruly-curl-framed face twists from my words. 

“What?” He’s offended, his confusion turning to anger that I would ever even assume he would do that. 

“Did you cheat on me?” It’s more clear pushing past my lips once more, my own brows rising as I brush the thick, light brown hair from my face—some strands harder than others to pry free from the tear stains on my skin. 

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Tabitha.”

I don’t buy it, too bothered by the feeling in my gut that something isn’t quite right—that he isn’t telling me the truth, that it isn’t as simple as him just needing to think over some things. 

“You can tell me the truth if you did since we’re breaking up anyway.”

Josh licks his lips in thought, teary eyes wandering along the ceiling for a moment before stating,“I thought about it…but I couldn’t do it.” 

It’s a relief to hear, my own harbored guilt finding a small sliver of solace as I exhale and step to him, sitting beside him on the couch, grabbing his hand. 

“Okay. Me too. But that’s normal—I think—because we were so far apart for so long.” Quickly, my fingertips swipe at my lower lash line, brimming with yet another dot of saltwater. “And that’s fixable, you know? I can put a pause on the next school year, or—”

“—Tabby, that’s not—”

“—Or I can drop it altogether if you’d rather me be here—”

“—Tabitha, I’m not—”

“—Or—you just graduated—you can start in the fall and get your…” I trail off, forcing myself to shut up because the look on his face is so pained, I’m afraid another word will chase him away completely. 

“…Me move to Texas?” He hoarses out, a humorless smile tugging at his lips briefly before once more falling sternly in a helpless dawning of realization. “And do what, Tabby? My band is here, my family is here.”

“But I’m not.” 

The way I say it sounds pathetic, obliviously skirting around the very clear reality that he’s trying his damndest to gently tell me he doesn’t want to be with me anymore. 

Brown eyes sparkle with more of his tears as it settles around us: he’s okay with me not being here.

The familiar feeling comes seeping back in, the dread of abandonment trudging into my mind, the same panic beginning to settle in me that first rooted itself in my psyche when mom called Lee and pleaded with him to leave Clemson and get me because she “just can’t do this anymore.” 

“Did I do something?” 

“You’ve done everything, Tabby…that’s why I don’t…” He trails off, ridding more moisture from his face with his fingers. “…That’s why I don’t understand it.” It’s mumbled. 

“Understand what?”

“It’s not you. It has nothing to do with you or anyone else, it’s just…” He’s unable to speak without his hands, turning to face me on the couch as he takes in a labored breath. “…The love I have for you is so interminable that it will never not exist.” He assures me. “But the way I express that love to you, and the desire for how I want to express that love to you, is not the same as it was…and I don’t know if I’ll ever feel that way again, Tabby. And I would rather do this now, than keep going like nothing is changing, and end up in my forties with you and maybe some  kids, but be miserable, because I didn’t have the balls to be honest with myself, and with you, sooner and just explore all the ‘what if’s.” 

Apparently the struggle of perplexity is still evident on my face because he nervously shakes his legs and rubs his forehead. 

“When you’ve thought about doing something with someone else while you were away…why?” He asks me, going back to my confession of also being tempted to fall to someone else’s touch in his absence. 

“Josh, it doesn’t ever mean anything because it’s usually when I’m drunk, and I’d never actually—”

“—Tabby.” He says tenderly, the point of his question not being to guilt me or berate me. 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I chew on the inside of my cheek briefly before honestly admitting, “It’s always been random guys who remind me of you in some way.” 

He nods, taking in another breath, saying, “Well…when I’ve thought about it, it’s been people I haven’t necessarily been attracted to in that way before.” 

Any confusion is now clear while he deliberately dances around an explicit explanation—more than likely because he doesn’t quite have one set in stone just yet. 

Only feelings he’d like to explore the possibilities of before he wastes anymore of my time. 

No words of mine can quite follow his, a daunting quiet laying over us both as I start to mentally pack away each domesticated dream involving him.

What season we would get married in, possible names for our kids, what new state or town we would settle down in eventually and any small fragments of daydreams with him in between.

I look at him, though he doesn’t even pay attention, caught up in his own thoughts.

Slowly, I begin to memorize everything I can about his sweet face, balling my fist to avoid reaching out to touch him because I feel that I have no right to, anymore.

How are we supposed to be friends? How am I supposed to forget our time together never happened?

I don’t know what to say to him, and I think he’s said everything he already needed to say to me.

For the first time ever in a moment alone with one another, there’s no laughter, no rambling, no joy.

We just sit together.

How could I have blamed him for simply falling out of love with me for reasons he was blameless for? I couldn’t have hated him even if I tried—even if he had cheated, I wouldn’t have hated him, it was an impossible feat to even be angry at him for too long. 

No, it wasn’t anger that consumed me in the weeks to follow. 

It was sorrow, chased by utter panic, that turned me into a walking trainwreck that couldn’t make a wise decision to save my own sanity.

Pop music blares through the house as I clumsily shuffle through the crowd, one hand holding tightly to Beth’s, while the other strategically grips the red solo cup, filled to the brim with cold beer, carefully trying not to spill any of its contents on me. 

I’ve had enough to find minor things hilarious, and not be able to keep some form of physical touch designated to myself at all times. 

Clumsily sifting through the living room, Beth and I snake toward the doors that lead to the deck. He’s lingering by them against the wall out of people's way, talking to Luke in a cloud of smoke in the house despite being two feet from outdoors. 

“Here.” I hold the cup out to Spencer, blue eyes glinting in the light as he grins widely at me, and pats my ass before tugging me closer.  

Spencer—your typical cocky, douchebag jock—graduated with me, and had been after me since Freshman year, spending our entire four years of high school not even trying to conceal the fact he wanted nothing more than to run my boyfriend over and take his place. 

Anytime he’d harass me to go out with him, he’d throw out bullshit about us making “better sense” together than Josh and I. 

I used him once I was single to try to heal my wounded ego—wanting nothing more than to feel desired again—which wasn’t something I was proud to do. 

I was lonely and needed people, so I had Beth—the one friend I didn’t lose in the breakup—and Spencer…who I could close my eyes and imagine was Josh when he kept his mouth shut, if I tried hard enough.  

My eyes trace through the scattered groups in the house, subconsciously in search of familiar faces that I’ll welcome, as Spencer and Luke indulge in shallow conversation consisting of what truck has better longevity. 

And my attention is only held somewhat when Spencer’s lips press to my cheek randomly, his grip on me tightening. 

It’s when Beth nudges my arm that I realize why he’s marking his territory, Sara and I locking eyes before I see Jake abruptly stop speaking to her upon witnessing me wrapped around Spencer.

I mistook the bitterness in his eyes as being on behalf of his brother who I hadn’t seen in over a month. 

“Can you not?” I shrug him off of me, feeling nervous under Jake’s microscope, surely he’s here to take notes and report back to his brother. 

“Oh, c’mon, just ‘cause your ex-boyfriend’s here—”

“—Wrong twin, Spence.” I interrupt him in a slight slur. 

“They’re both…” He doesn’t even finish the sentence, my glare silencing him before he can put his foot any further into his mouth. “I wouldn’t care, Tabitha. Fuck ‘em.” 

Brown eyes pull from me as soon as I meet them with my own once again, he and Sara moving into the kitchen—no doubt for drinks of their own, and I find myself recoiling from my distraction to follow after them. 

“Baby, really?” Spencer grabs my hand as Beth steps aside to let me move past her. 

I’ll be back in a second. I’m just saying, ‘Hi’.” I insist, kissing his cheek before getting free. 

He’s now harbored Alex in conversation, as well, the two boys making small talk as Sara passes Jake a bottle. 

I linger and pretend to look busy until they’ve fixed their drinks and turn to exit. 

“Hey, Jake.” I say quietly, staring at him without a lick of shame or guilt, feeling none at the moment due to my inebriation. 

“You guys go ahead.” Jake says to them, to which they shrug and listen, leaving us to ourselves momentarily. 

He doesn’t say anything at first, only looking at me as if trying to figure me out. 

“Hey, Tabby.” He finally answers me. 

If it comes off callous or dismissive it doesn’t register in my brain as I continue, “How’s Josh?” 

It’s now that those same deep umber eyes shift in the direction that I approached from, before sweeping over me once more. 

His thoughts are written plainly on his face, not holding the quite the dramatics that Josh’s expressions tend to in the wake of confusion, but the way his eyes briefly blink quickly, crinkling at the corners for a split second, and the movement of his jaw tensing, spells everything out before he even asks, “Did your new boyfriend permit you to ask that?”  

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I retort, watching him take a gulp of his drink, scoffing as he hears the words leave my mouth. “He’s not.” 

“Coulda fooled me.” He mutters, stepping out of the kitchen with me in sync with his steps as I go after him. 

“You didn’t answer my question.” I remind him before he’s grabbing my hand to keep me from tripping when the floor dips to a single descending step that marks the entrance of the “formal” living area littered with drunk teenagers and people in their early twenties. 

I pretend not to notice the warmth of his palm against my own, the spread of small, pricking tingles up my skin that radiate from it, and when he pulls away I nearly chase after his touch. 

“He’s okay…I think he’s beating himself up pretty badly worrying over you, though.” He explains. “Which I told him he doesn’t need to, now that you’re getting your groove back with Spencer fucking Benak.” 

“My groove was taken out back and shot in the head.” I flatly inform him, seeing the corners of his mouth twitch with the threat of a smile. “Spencer’s just…fun.” I argue. “It doesn’t mean anything.” 

I catch him staring at me as we come to a stand still, waiting for two strangers to get out of our way to let us get through the room. 

“Does Spencer know that?” He presses almost smugly, as if knowing the answer already.

Gently taking his cup and getting a sip of the mixture of Malibu and Sunny D, I hand it back and offer no confirmation nor denial of his inquiry. 

He tsks at me sarcastically, shaking his head as he states, “Tabby Jane Carmichael, you cruel, evil woman.” 

“On the bright side, it will probably humble him a little.” I honestly confess the eventual plan to part ways with him, continuing toward the front door as he now follows after me, raising his brows sucking his teeth. “What?” I ask, next. 

“Nothing…” He shakes his head, stuttering a chuckle before I’m halting us once again, glaring at him. “It’s just…a little mean…” 

“You’re lecturing me about being mean?” I gawk in disbelief. 

“No, no, I can be mischievous. What you’re doing is just downright mean.” 

“You do recall all the awful things he’s said about Josh just because I was with him instead, and he wanted me?” 

“I’m well aware, which is why I don’t understand how you can even stand to entertain him, now?” There’s no way for me to meander around it, he’s cornered me with his interrogation—a new smear of guilt blooming. 

It sobers me to realize how pathetic I must look, how petty and selfish of me to run to someone, who’s spoken so baselessly ill of my first love, the moment I got broken up with. 

I hadn’t intentionally sought him out. 

His was just the first message I received after it got out that I was single. 

I tell Jake the truth, probably stoking the frustration I’m sure he already feels with the whole situation, “Because he wants me and Josh doesn’t.” 

Pity. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t comfort me to see it on his face, his features softening before he says, “I’m sure there’s plenty of good guys that want you, Tabby.” 

“You reckon?” I pull a word from Lee’s vocabulary, unconvinced, just as Jake glances around. 

“Like, Carter.” He suggests, nodding toward the astutely tall ginger lingering in the corner with a shit eating grin on his face, more than likely in his own world due to the smoke from his blunt pouring from his mouth. 

“He’s dating Lauren.” I remind him, pointing to the brunette sitting a few feet away on one of the couches. 

“…Oh…okay…well…” Looking around some more, he presses his lips together at a loss of any more suggestions. “Yeah…the pickings are running a little slim.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck. 

I stare at the motion, eyes nearly going blurry I look so long, and he waits patiently for me to catch myself before he asks, “You okay?” 

Shaking my head as my face heats up with embarrassment, I grab at his cup again, finishing off his drink. 

“I’ll get us some more.” I offer, stepping back to the kitchen when I see Spencer looking around, huffing out relief when he sees me. 

“There you are. I’m getting ready to go.” He informs me in a fashion that seems as though he expects me to go with him, now. 

“Let Beth drive.” I tell him, only for him to roll his eyes. 

“I’m fine, Tabby.” He assures me. “C’mon.” 

“I’m doing something right now.” I argue, not even bothering to look at him as I try to concentrate on not missing the lip of the cup and spilling rum all over the counter. 

“Well, I kinda want you to be doing something else.” He retorts dismissively, tugging at my hips. 

Ignoring him, I finish mixing the drink and turn on my heel to take it back to Jake when it suddenly is at risk of being torn from my hand—Spencer obviously thinking I’ve made it for myself and trying to pester me to just go ahead and leave with him. 

It’s when I try to snatch the drink back that the concoction spills down my shoulder, soaking my shirt and exposed skin, dousing my hair in rum and juice. 

A loud gasp jolts from me as I stand in bewilderment momentarily, my mind lagging to pull a verbal response as Spencer chuckles and lets out a breezy, “I’m sorry,” finding amusement in my frustration as tears pool to my eyes. 

Reaching for me with a paper towel in hand, I throw the cup at him and shove through the small audience gathered in the kitchen from the sound of our commotion as Spence lazily says, “Tabby, c’mon, don’t be mad!” 

Passing by Jake as I sling the front door open and slam it shut, I expect Spencer to be behind me while I stomp to the sea of cars lining the driveway. 

The expected, “Tabby,” does come, but not from my current fling. 

“Hey, what happened?” Jake asks, catching up to me. 

I’m nearly stumbling over my own sandals, my feet almost dragging as I try my best to walk in a straight line before finally giving up and letting out an exasperated groan, stopping to snatch at my shoes and throw them as hard as I can into the vast, green yard, shouting out, “I can’t even walk to the fucking car without it not going my fucking way!” 

My chest heaves with struggling breaths as I squeeze my eyes shut and attempt to calm myself down, and he keeps his mouth shut and lets me, only reaching out when he sees the small tremor rattle me as tears break over my lashline. 

His hand rests on the sticky skin of my shoulder, making me warn him, “I’m covered in rum and Sunny D,” in a weak whimper as I roughly wipe at my cheeks. 

“I’ve had worse on me.” He promises, hugging me to him, tightly. 

We stand quietly for a moment as I unwind, my cheek pressed to his t-shirt, definitely smearing my mascara on it, my hands holding tightly to his back. 

“One day you’ll wake up, and it will all be okay, Tabby.” It’s bound to be a fact because he says it so certainly, pulling away to wipe delicately at my face with his fingers to rid it of my tears, looking at me so attentively…it’s like the ghost of how his brother used to look at me, perhaps they hold the same eyes—Jake’s being darker but still possessing the same rich, smooth umber undertone that Josh’s possess. 

I don’t even realize what I’m doing until the want spreads through me the moment I press my lips to his…until we’re backed against someone’s vehicle, tongues interlocked as my fingers grasp at his hair and his hands are digging into the skin of my waist as my top rides up my stomach. 

“Tabby,” He breathes after breaking his attention from my mouth, while I kiss his jaw, his neck, before he repeats, “Tabby,” while gently grasping my face in his hands and looks at me like a wounded animal, “What the fuck are we doing?” 

I don’t answer him, because I don’t want to think about it, my nose brushing his before reaching for his lips with my own once again, only for him to hold my face just a little tighter, doubling down on his question with a, “Hmm?” and a glare of his eyes. 

“Feeling good.” I reply in a whisper, my lips brushing his as I say it, the palm of my hand slipping under his shirt, taking in the warmth of his side as I ask in the next breath, “Don’t you wanna feel good with me?” 

As if it’s that simple, as if there’s not a conglomerate of overlapped complexities skewing what could have been something good in an alternate universe, perhaps.  

I can see the struggle in his eyes, whether to jump with me into recklessness or walk the line as straight as he can for the sake of his brother and what’s left of our friendship with one another. 

He’s better than I am, by far, deciding to keep his steps in line and not assist me in fucking up a situation even further—it’s a rarity coming from the one who’s walked hand-in-hand with most of the trouble I’ve gotten into the last few years. 

“Not like this, Tabby.” It’s feeble, almost sounding cautious, shaking his head gently while self-reproach starts to bloom in his gaze as he darts his eyes from mine as if having to snap himself out of a trance before stepping away, inhaling a deep breath and glancing around to make sure no one has bared witness to our lapse in judgment. 

Embarrassment shrouds me, feeling exposed as I attempt to gather my dignity—smoothing my now-adherent hair down, trying to wipe at the smeared makeup I know is on my face as he offers, “Did Beth drive you?”

“Yeah, I’ll go grab her.” I quickly volunteer to get away from him, only for Jake to already be calling her on his phone. 

He rolls his eyes the moment he sees Spencer walking toward us, stepping away from me to wander off as he waits for Beth to answer. 

“I’m ready to go.” I state, glancing at Jake’s back as he looks over the ground, hearing the sound of his voice as he speaks into the receiver of his phone. 

Spencer looks at me and then at Jake, my bare feet the next on his list of shit to take note of. 

“Baby, can we please go?” My chest is hot from shame, feeling gross at the thought of climbing in the back of his truck somewhere on the way home and letting him touch me. 

Jake’s still talking, leaning down and grabbing something out of the grass before walking several feet away and doing the same thing. 

When he comes closer I see my discarded shoes in his hands. 

“Tell Beth not to worry about it.” I mumble to him as he hands me my sandals, my eyes unable to meet his when I speak to him. 

“Tabby—”

“Spencer, can we please go?” I repeat, not even bothering to put my shoes on before walking toward where he parked. 

I remember the moment I got some space between me and the two boys, I tried to catch my breath, screaming at myself internally to just make one smart, reasonable decision—that I should have found Beth and rode home with her. 

But when Spence raced by to beat me to the passenger side door, opened it for me, and offered his hand to help me get in, I accepted it. 

Two weeks later I moved back to Texas, and fell into a three year, shame-fueled silence on the topic and acknowledgement of my ex-boyfriend, and his brother. 

[taekookielove0130]

Slowly, Unintentionally.

Part 3 Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x Nerd!Reader

Summary:

          Y/N and Yoongi are two individuals in completely different worlds who collide due to an arranged marriage. What happens when there’s somebody else living with them too?

⚠️ Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst, heartbreak, and crying. Tissues are highly recommended!

Part 1 :

Part 2:

One week later...

 Y/N's POV

It’s been a week since a beautiful angel stepped into our lives and we’ve already grown so close. I can say I truly love Ae-cha with all my heart. We spend so much time together. She helps me out in the kitchen (even though it just means she’s going to rummage through the cupboards and find a good snack) and even slips into my bed late at night. She’s sneaky and cute and just downright lovely to me. Despite the way Yoongi despises me with every fibre of his being, I can say that he’s at least able to tolerate my presence now. Barely, but still.

I’m broken out of my thoughts as I feel a pair of small hands sneak around my waist.

“Oh, you’re back!” I say and turn to look at Ae-cha who beams at me, nodding eagerly. Today, I took a leave from my office just to make sure I was there for Ae-cha as she came back from her first guitar lesson. I hoped I'd be at least a little helpful for her and was definitely not disappointed as my little girl came back home and immediately sought me out. She starts talking animatedly about how wonderful her teacher had been and how patient he was to make sure she got all the basics right before beginning their lesson.

Knowing that she probably already knew all those basics but still liked appreciating the teacher for her thoughtfulness, I smile at her and then realize there’s another person in the kitchen at the sound of someone clearing their throat. I realize it’s Yoongi by the sound and turn around returning to my work as I know he wants to talk to Ae-cha. Hence, you can see I’m surprised when he softly calls out,

“Y/N.”

Hiding the fact that my heart just skipped a goddamn beat hearing him speak my name in such a soft tone, I slowly turn to face him. He’s standing there. Leaning against the top of the kitchen counter, looking impeccably handsome as ever.

“Can we talk?”

The softly posed question both confuses and scares me to an equal level though I just gulp, trying to wet my suddenly dry throat and manage to muster a believable smile.

“Yeah, sure.” I say and find myself even more confused as he instructs Ae-cha to go to her room and complete her homework. The little girl turns to send a secretive smile at me and runs outside, giggling after I dazedly smile back at her.

Yoongi stays there for a while, watching her go before he directs his attention at me. Being the centre of attention has always made me nervous and anxious but I don’t understand why being the centre of Yoongi’s attention has me feeling happy and powerful. It feels as if l my life I was used to being invisible, made peace with the fact but If Yoongi looks at me, I never want him to look away. He walks towards me and stops at an arm’s distance.

“I spoke to Ae-cha’s guardian yesterday and he told me that adoption would be a good option if we want to keep her with us. Otherwise, according to the law she’ll have to be sent to an orphanage. My legal team has told me that adoption can only be possible if there’s a functioning relationship between the couple. It’s said that the officers are hard to convince unless the pair have and understanding with each other. I know that we haven’t exactly been a proper couple but do you think we can at least try to pretend?

The fact that he wanted to talk to me only because it was about Ae-cha breaks my heart again. Even worse, he’s just giving that to me as a piece of information, not even slightly caring about my opinion. I struggle to gather the broken pieces before I say,

“Yeah, I think we can.”

He doesn’t make my struggle easier when he speaks again,

“Thanks. But you know that I’m only asking you this for Ae-cha, right? It has nothing to do with us.”

I feel tears prick my eyes but I hold on, deciding not to break down in front of him. I offer my best smile to him and nod.

He replies with an,

“Oh good. See you later then.” and walks out.

I run to my room and lock the door before crying my hearts out. Within a few minutes, I hear a soft knock on my door. Groaning, I'm about to tell whoever it is to go away when

"Y/n, Are you in there?" Ae-cha's voice sounds from the other side of the door. Panicking slightly, I sniff a few times, hurriedly running to the restroom and splashing my face with water.

"Yeah, what's up?" I ask, smiling brightly at her after opening the door to my room.

The little girl eyes me up and down suspiciously as if she isn't convinced everything's fine.

"hm, I was going to watch a movie. Wanna join?"

I frown, trying to find out why exactly she's behaving as if she knows everything before shrugging as to say,

"Sure, why not."

Ae-cha settles down on the couch, flipping through the programs to find a good movie while I make some popcorn for us.

After we settle comfortably on the couch and the movie is playing, I space out. Not that I mean to, but the recent events all awaken my overthinking abilities. I had a pretty good day from the morning, what with Ae-cha's guitar lessons and all but once again, Yoongi had to ruin it. But even with how badly he treats me, I cannot bring myself to hate this man. I'm more annoyed than angry actually. If he wanted to go about the adoption process, I'm pretty sure he'll be able to surpass all the legal procedures with his societal standing and popularity. But he was deciding to do it the legal way. And I respect that, truly. But the least he could do for me, was to treat me like an actual human being and consider my feelings about the whole things. At least for the sake of pretending, we had to get to know each other. He just...

As the million wild thoughts race through my mind, I feel a soft warm body slowly move towards me on the couch. Turning, I see e-cha snuggling under my arm, cuddling closer and laying her head on my shoulder. at least, she tries to but with her height, she's only successful at lading on my chest. Laughing softly, I pull her closer, creating a comfortable space for her to lie down on the couch.

Smiling up at me, she leans closer and for a second I'm almost afraid. But then, her soft lips gently graze my cheek and I sit, frozen at what just happened. Then, she gets back to her previous position. Pleasantly surprised, I'm only able to wrap her up in my arms and almost miss it when she whispers softly,

"I'm there for you."

The burn of my eyes and the sudden tightness in my throat are all to familiar but i stubbornly blink them back, only nodding and pressing a kiss to her temple. She looks up at me and we smile at each other.

This wonderful creature, so small. But filled with so much knowledge. I sit there in awe trying to comprehend how she can be so understanding in spite of not understanding!?!?

I finally decide, I can tackle whatever Yoongi throws t me, no matter how hard as long as I have my dear Ae-cha by my side. I love her. And I love him. In different ways. Yet at the same time, soo similar.

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That was quite a long break. I apologize for it. But as you can see, I'm back. I'm working on this fic and a small one-shot based on Jimin. SO, stay tuned. Do tell me what you think.

Does Ae-cha KNOW what happened between them? Is Yoongi doing this the legal way just for formality's sake or for something else? Ae-cha is actually and angel, isn't she?

[inmyheaddd]

hello ! could you write some headcanons for what xander would be like as a boyfriend ? :0 thank you !!

boyfriend xander hawthorne headcannons

thankyou for the req!! i love writing for xander sm, he’s so 💖 wc: 980

dating xander felt like living through a 2000s romcom, or like reading those books you’d read in middle school, wishing you could have a love like the books. he was perfect all around.

when you guys are apart for long, he sends flowers along with a letter to you every time without fail. they’ll sometimes be short, saying how much he misses you, or they’ll be pages long.

you guys are that couple at school, the one everyone wants for themselves or either wants to be. you’re relationship isnt secret, it’s private. everyone knows you’re together and literally in love, but it’s not like you parade it around, kissing in the hallways. 

xander doesn’t shy away from PDA.

he's quite tall, so forehead kisses are very frequent. 

quick pecks are also good with him, whatever you’re comfortable with, he is too.

if you’re not one for PDA, he totally respects that, and just loves you 10x extra in private. 

he’s always buzzing with energy, so he often finds himself fiddling with your fingers, tracing patterns on your arm, or playing with your hair. 

his love language is everything!!

your friends and parents say you started to talk like xander.

you didn’t believe it yourself until you caught yourself rambling on about a food you love, not once stopping for breath.

speaking of your parents, xander tries to act more responsible in front of them, and it kills you.

the second they leave, you’re a laughing mess.

“did you call my dad sir?”

“yes..?”

the way you’re the only person in the world who could ever make xander speechless, or at a loss for words.

one time, you guys had a fight, as all couples do, about something so stupid you barely even remember. all you know is you regret it.

what happened after it, though, you’ll never forget. he literally threw rocks at your window and stood outside with a boombox playing songs from your joint playlists. your parents and siblings were out of the house, thank god, because you’d never be able to live that one down. 

you went — no, you sprinted down the stairs and to the backyard where he was standing—and shouted atop the music, “what are you doing!?” 

as you neared him, you noticed a big poster on the floor that said, “i’m sorry!!” 

you also noticed the music was literally murdering your eardrums. when you were in front of him, he turned it off and lowered the boom box on the floor. 

“xander, what are you doing here.” you cross your arms over your chest and look up at him.

“i’m sorry, i’m an idiot, i don’t know what’s wrong with me, when it comes to you, all i want to do is the right thing, but sometimes it comes out in weird ways and they do the opposite of what i actually intended,” he continues talking, but if you’re being honest, you tuned it out. you noticed he was nervous, and all you wanted was to make it go away.

in the middle of his rambling, you just hugged him. he immediately stopped talking, and his arms were stuck to his sides for a split second. when he realized what was happening, he hugged you back as tight as ever.

“i love you so much, i never want to fight again,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“i love you.” he kissed the top of your head, and you fell into a comfortable silence, saying all the words you couldn’t say yourself. you stayed hugging for another minute or so, swaying side to side a little.

that was until your arms started cramping and you both started laughing about it as you walked to your room, the fight long forgotten.

xander is such a cuddler!!

you’ll fall asleep with your head on his chest and wake up in a random position. usually with his arm around your waist bringing you closer, and his head nuzzled in your neck. sometimes, he even manages to sleep horizontally across the large bed. 

he’s gotten so used to sleeping in the same bed as you that when you’re not there, he can’t sleep for hours. 

same goes for you; you pretend your pillows are xander and cuddle with them instead.

dates with xander are always something fun. on your first date, he bought out a theme park for the day, and you spent the day there. the automatic pictures they take on the rollercoasters are displayed in both of your rooms. he once said they were his most prized possessions, after you. 

“not that you’re my possession; of course, you’re your own person, and you’re an independent woman, if anything i’m your possession, you’re the boss - you’re the bomb dot com!”

he crouches down to kiss you if you can’t reach him, that, or he picks you up. 

one time your friends asked you what time it is, and you immediately looked to xander. “don’t say it,” you already knew what he was about to say. “well how can i not say it?”

“xander…” 

“guys i’m only asking for the tim-“ your friend begins to speak, only to be cut off by the phrase you were hoping your boyfriend wouldn't say.

“-it’s time to get a watch!” xander started laughing at his own joke while you and your friend just stood there, before joining in on his laughter, mostly because it was so unfunny that it was funny.

later on in the day, you were hanging out in xander's room, sitting on his bed, when you reminded him of his joke earlier.

“you’re so corny,” you say as you playfully hit his shoulder.

“you’re the farmer to my corn,” he points at your shoulder back, with a grin split across his face.

when you don’t respond and just look at him blankly, because you’re about to burst into laughter, he continues: 

“what? no? you’re the peanut butter to my jelly? you’re the apple of my eye? you’re the “she” to my “nanigans?””

“oh my god,” you start giggling like a madwoman and lay your head across his lap. “i can’t with you,”

“oh, but you so can.”

[gunilslaugh]

Best Of The Worst Pt.3

Han Hyeongjun Summary: Hyeongjun sets his plan to get revenge “for you” into action. (non-idol au) WC:~2k Warning:none

part 1 part 2

photo not mine credits to owner.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea Hyeongjun,” you voice. Hyeongjun breaks out into a cackle of laughter. 

“Revenge isn’t a good idea, it's payback.” Hyeongjun steps closer to you and grabs you by your shoulders. “Hurt. Them. Like. They. Hurt. You.” He strongly patted your shoulders in between each word. 

“Still-”

“It’s not like you’re the only one either. I’m sure he wants to hurt the queen too. Keeping his son away from him all these years.” He looked at the blacksmith. 

“I can’t say I never thought about killing that vile woman,” the blacksmith says. Hyeongjun’s eyes sparkled with madness.

“See, it’s not an unreasonable thing, so hurt her like she hurt you,” he said.

“But she tried to kill me,” you spoke in an uneasy voice. Hyeongjun’s smirk doesn’t make you feel any more at ease. 

“Exactly, so make her fear for her life. Put a knife to her throat.” His eyes darkened as he spoke. 

“Hyeongjun I don’t think I can I’m-”

“That’s why you have me remember. I’ll show you how,” he tells you. Before you can even say anything else he moves away from you to talk to the blacksmith. They exchange words for a bit then Hyeongjun comes back over to you. Taking a hold of your arm once more, leading you out of the shop. 

“Where are we going now?” you asked. 

“You need new clothes. As good as you look in my jacket you can’t wear it forever and your maid outfit certainly can’t stay,” He says, continually dragging you along with him. 

It’s not long before you arrive at a clothing shop. Hyeongjun browses the various options of attire. You look among the hanging clothes too. 

“I think this one will do,” you say, picking out a simple dress from the rack. 

“No, too boring,” he refutes and puts the clothing back. 

“Too boring? I can’t even pick my own clothes now?” you asked. 

“You’ve been stuck wearing that plain made outfit for a long time haven’t you? You should pick something to match your pretty face.” He picks out a purple dress with white accents. Then he held the dress up to your frame. “Like this, it suits you.” The dress was quite pretty, but it was also something you haven’t really worn before. “Are you sure?” you asked, taking the dress from his hands to get a better look at it. 

“Yes, plus whatever I fancy remember?” he reminded you. He was really going to hold that over your head. 

“Fine, let's get this one,” you agreed. 

“Go get changed then.” He ushered to a changing room. You got into the stall and began to change. Slipping Hyeongjun’s coat off, feeling the warmth of it leave your body. Once you finished changing you walked out of the stall. With Hyeongjun’s coat lying over your arm. 

A smile makes an appearance across Hyeongjun’s lips when he sees you, but he quickly catches himself. Changing his expression to a more stern one. 

“Here.” You pass his coat back to him. 

“It’s nighttime. The temperature is dropping.” He pushed the coat back to you.

“Shouldn’t you put it on then?” you asked. Hyeongjun sighs and takes the coat from you. He drapes it over you again just like he did earlier. Once more you feel the warmth enveloping you, along with his scent filling your nostrils. 

“I don’t want to hear you complaining about being cold,” he justified. 

“Thanks,” you say. Hyeongjun doesn’t say anything. He simply leads you out of the store. “What are we doing now?” you question. 

“Step one, spreading the word,” he tells you. 

The both of you stop by the blacksmith’s shop again. When you arrive you see the blacksmith had lots of flyers made. “The king has no true heir” was written across the top in big font. “The prince is not of the king’s blood, but rather the result of the queen’s affair.” The rest of the words on the flyer read. 

“Perfect, come on, let's hang these up.” Hyeongjun grabs a stack of flyers and your hand, leading you outside. The pair of you head over to the main news bulletin of the town. “You hold, I’ll pin,” Hyeongjun tells you. You take the flyers from him and begin to hold them up. 

“Do I even want to know what step two is?” you tentatively ask.

“Watch the queen scramble. She’s obviously going to deny it, but the prince definitely won’t pass the blood test to prove that he is the king’s son.”

“What if they don’t do a blood test?” you ask. 

“They’ll do it. It’ll be the only way to quiet the citizens.” You and Hyeongjun hang up the last flyer and move back to take a look at your work. 

The next day citizens were swarming and demanding answers about the mysterious flyer that appeared overnight. Some were wondering how someone could spread such a blasphemous rumor about the royal family while others said that they wouldn’t be surprised if it was true. That they always wondered why the prince looked nothing like the king.

Then other rumors started to spread that people have witnessed the queen sneaking out of the castle and hanging out with a man. Some saying they had no clue who the man was. Others saying that they’re pretty sure the man was a blacksmith.

Soon enough there was a royal announcement about performing a blood test. Of course the test was meant to put the rumors to rest, but that wasn’t likely to happen.

“Come on. It’s time for step three,” Hyeongjun tells you. 

“What’s step three?” you questioned. 

“Make the queen scared for her life. Confront her,” he answers. 

“Confront her? No, she literally tried to kill me. I can’t. Plus you said I just have to sit and watch since she already thinks I’m dead,” you argued. 

“I also said to put a knife to her throat. I meant that literally.”

“I don’t even know how to hold a knife,” you say. Hyeongjun comes to you. He pulls out a knife that he keeps tucked into his boot and places it in your hand. Then he comes to stand behind you. 

“Like this.” He places his hands over yours, showing you how to hold it. “You can sneak up behind her and place it across her neck.” He now moves to be in front of you and guides your hand with the knife up to his throat. Your hand goes stiff. “I’m the one with a knife to their throat, why are you the stiff one?” he joked. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you state. Hyeongjun moves your hand away from his neck. He turns around to face you.

“I don’t want to hurt you either. Nor do I want to see you hurt, which is why I’m coming with you. I won’t let the queen or anyone else hurt you.” He looked you in your eyes. You didn’t see the usual craziness in them. There was nothing but seriousness. The air surrounding you felt thicker. 

“Uh we should go now.” You backed away. 

“Yeah we should. Let’s go.” Hyeongjun wraps an arm around your shoulder.

Once you arrived at the castle you led Hyeongjun in through the back. Sneaking through the maids quarters. The two of you silently crept through the castle until you arrived at the queen’s room. 

“I’ll kill that stupid blacksmith!  How could he do this? He acts like he cares about his son, but he won’t let him live a peaceful life as a prince! I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him just like that stupid maid!” You hear the queen’s words come through the door. Feeling very offended, you grabbed the knife that Hyeongjun gave you. You nodded at Hyeongjun and he nodded in confirmation back to you. Slowly, silently you two opened one of the doors just enough to slip inside the queen’s room. 

“Who said I was dead?” You snuck up behind the queen and pressed the knife to her throat like Hyeongjun had shown you. 

“T-this can’t be p-posible. You were thrown off the waterfall to the siren. How can you not be dead?”

“I really was just going to live quietly, you know? I was never gonna spill your little infidelity secret, but then you tried to kill me.” You pressed the knife farther against the queen’s neck. Enough to hear her breath hitch.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! We can’t talk this out can’t we? I can give you money. Loads of it. You’ll never have to work another day in your life.” The queen offered. “I’ll do anything!” she pleaded. 

“Anything?” You arched a brow at Hyeongjun. “Sounds like she wants to make a deal,” you say. 

“You know I love deals,” Hyeongjun smirked. 

“Yes, a deal. Let’s make a deal,” the queen says. Hyeongjun comes around to you and switches spots with you. Now he’s the one to hold the blade against the queen’s neck. 

“Here’s the deal. I won’t kill you if you can tell me their name,” Hyeongjun says

“That should be easy enough. I worked as a maid for the castle for seven years. You certainly picked up my name in that amount of time right?” You stepped out in front of the queen. The queen swallows nervously. 

“Y-your name? Your name is…” She didn’t know your name. You knew that. The queen never cared about any of the castle staff. She didn’t know anyone's name. 

“You don’t know it do you?” Hyeongjun taunted. He presses the knife hard enough to pierce her skin. 

“Stop, stop, I’m sorry please let me live! Don’t kill me I beg of you,” the queen desperately pleads. 

“Look at you. Scared for your pathetic life,” Hyeongjun mocks. “It’s a shame that…I’ll let the king handle you.” Hyeongjun let the queen go. 

“Guards! Guards!” The queen was quick to call. Hyeongjun instantly is by your side, ready to protect you.

“Guards only answer to the royal family which you are no longer! You cheating, lying, no good woman!” The king enters angrily.

“They tried to kill me!” The queen shouts. 

“I wouldn’t have minded if they did…y/n?” The king sees you standing behind Hyeongjun. 

“Your royal highness,” you greeted him politely. 

“They said you were dead. That you had an accident and fell from the waterfall.” 

“The queen ordered to have me killed because I knew the truth about the prince. She had me locked in a crate and thrown over. There was no accident about it,” you revealed. 

“They have every reason to kill you,” the king spat at the former queen. “Guards take her away,” the king ordered. The guards quickly came dragging the form queen who was kicking and screaming. “I’m deeply sorry y/n I assure you she will get the worst possible punishment.” 

“It’s alright your majesty. I hurt her like she hurt me. I made her fear for her life. I got my revenge,” you smiled and looked at Hyeongjun, who looked at you proudly. 

“Why didn’t you kill her?” You couldn’t help but ask as you and Hyeongjun exited the castle grounds. 

“Did you want her dead?” he questioned. 

“No, but you're known for not being afraid to spill some blood, so I was shocked when you let her go,” you say. 

“This wasn’t my revenge, it was yours and you didn’t want her dead for whatever reason,” he told you. 

“It hasn’t really felt like my revenge till now though. I was just doing ‘whatever you fancied’ before,” you state. 

“I fancy you. That’s why I kept using that against you. I didn’t want you to leave me,” he admits.

“You don’t have to use it to make me stay with you. I like you too,” you confessed. Your words make Hyeongjun smile and he’s not afraid to show it this time.

“So I can do this then?” Hyeongjun says. Before you can ask what you feel his lips on yours. Your hands go up to grab the lapels of his coat. His scent invades your senses again as you smile into the kiss. 

Even if you weren’t exactly sure where you were going or what you were gonna do now. The one thing you knew for certain was that Hyeongjun would be right there with you. 

part 1 part 2

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A/N: And that's a wrap on villain Hyeongjun. I hope you all enjoyed :)

[sputnikscock420]

Feeling trapped in my room because there are currently too many Problematic Sensations™️ outside of my room

[figuerockfaeth]

I NEED TO MOVE OUT NOOWWWWWWW

[pepprs]

also the favoritism thing is still making me so fucking mad and insane btw. im not jealous / resentful of my brother bc he deserves her love and is also burdened in his own ways by it and bc i think my drama w my mom has shaped my life in profound ways and given me friends i cherish and i would never trade any of that for the world but jesus fucking christ. why do i have to beg you to interact with me like a mother. why do i have to talk to me at all beyond asking me to do you 847439473 favors a day. why do i have to beg you to take an interest in my life and apologize when you hurt me and be nurturing and perceptive for once in your fucking life. like it hurts to hear her asking him about his classes and whatever bc she didn’t think i was stressed out w school but i had to talk to a ****** hotline last decemver when i couldn’t take it anymore and my mental health was crashing and burning and it doesn’t even fucking matter to her at all and she’s going to get him the nice gifts and throw him the nice parties and whatever because she hates me and my sister for… and let me get this straight… being complicated and anxious and depressed and also girls. lol!

[lilgynt]

common thick hair dub started pulling chunks of hair out can’t even tell where

[attackradish]

Thinking about last night’s Horrible Nightmare, and now that I’m not dealing with The Horrors face to face there’s actually some silver linings here. Like how one of the things I wanted to do to escape said Horrors was to message my friends.

And there’s just something cool about feeling so safe with my friends that I dream about it is nice. This has to be a sign of good mental health right? Bad things are happening but you know who my subconscious trusts? Them.

Also got to see my dead dog again which was fun. She only shows up in nightmares and it’s always the Main Problem, but it’s nice seeing her. She’s not the Horror, the horror is that she’s been brought back by unnatural means and the resulting problems.