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jiminrings · 2 months ago

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mature drabble: jealousy

wherein you become a TA alongside yoongi, and jungkook has no choice but to prove his superiority in other ways

[ smut, unprotected sex, oral, jealousy, slight dumbification kink AND praise kink, he’s a little dense and a little mean and beyond endearing (like always), he Wants so badly to give a creampie (so he does), hints of possessiveness, overstimulation, typical mature!jk levels of yearning n overcompensation ]

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If you had to isolate one thing about Jungkook (just one, singular thing) that both annoys the living hell out of you and endears you to him to the point that it gets you closer, if that was even possible — it would be his inability to let go of things.

In his process of climbing up the ranks to become your boyfriend, Jungkook’s inability to let you distance yourself from him without getting into numerous fights and an incessant amount of groveling cemented him in your life in the first place.

He’s mouthy and nitpicky, yet he knows diligently when to shut up and just take it. He harnesses the perfect amount of stubbornness that would make you cave after several negotiations here and there, but never excessive to the point that you’d feel the need to post about him on Reddit with a seething heading of “my partner M27 pretends to faint in front of me every time I tell him I don’t want to cuddle”.

(Jungkook isn’t even faking it.)

Jungkook knows that he’s not the go-to guy for a lot of practical things. He knows that he’s not the one you run to when you need to go over your reviewer for your oral exam that’s worth 70% of your grade, because that’s Yoongi’s place.

Jungkook’s there when you need to get your shirt ironed to perfection without any creases (even in the tricky part of the underarm-to-midline area), and he’s also there when you need someone to poke holes at your seemingly airtight presentation proposal. He is there, but it doesn’t mean he’s the best guy for the job.

Jungkook is and will be there for anything that you need, require, and desire of the world even, but he knows to himself that he can’t be utilized in the way you can bond with Yoongi.

(He hates that stupid, intellectual son of a bitch.)

Your boyfriend knows in his heart of hearts (he knows that it exists somehow and someway) that although he’s not the most optimal partner around for the technical, higher-process things that fill up your everyday life, he’s trying his best to catch up. Jungkook studies voluntarily now (70% to impress you and get you to call him your smart boy, and 50% to make an attempt at getting an above passing grade in all his classes) and even better than before, he loves listening to you.

Jungkook, your (occasionally smart) beloved, listens when you tell him about your day.

He listens and hums and replies when you tell him how tiring it is to be a TA, and how you’re simultaneously excited because it feels so fulfilling to be praised and approached.

He listens and laughs and his eyes twitch slightly when you tell him how fun it is to be a TA alongside Yoongi, because the both of you would have glowing recommendations after the gig and your superiors keep telling you that you’d probably end up at the same place of work after graduation.

He listens and smiles very tightly and squeezes his fists roughly against your pillows when you tell him how some juniors keep muttering that they want to have the uni experience of being smart and being a TA with their partners, supposedly like how you and Yoongi look to them.

Jungkook, a man of his word, will catch up to you.

Jungkook, a man of his word and an even bigger man of his overcompensation, will beat Yoongi.

“You know what they say about guys with big brains,” your boyfriend tuts out of nowhere, looking up from his laptop that only had Yoongi’s LinkedIn profile up for the past half hour while he stews in annoyance. “Really, really small dicks.”

“Where’d that come from?” you immediately snicker, looking up from your actual reviewer, putting your highlighter down to indulge Jungkook in what you’re sure of is just a random conversation.

Just a random conversation out of nowhere that’s totally not fueled by the jealousy he’s been harboring the past few weeks.

“I’m not citing my sources to you,” Jungkook huffs, closing his screen unceremoniously before crossing his arms, shaking his head slowly. “Such a shame about Yoongi.”

Now that you think about, you should’ve seen it coming from a mile away.

You should’ve been suspicious when it was Jungkook himself who asked how Yoongi did awhile ago with a shit-eating grin on his face, as if he’s just gathering all the pent-up frustration he has for the sake of being over with it.

You snort at the implication, the excitement of what could possibly be running in Jungkook’s mind slowly hitting you. “Well, I heard from a friend that he’s really end-…”

“Don’t give a fuck,” he rasps immediately, clicking his tongue. He doesn’t want to hear about what you heard about Y**ngi being well-endowed. He doesn’t want to hear anything but you.

“When you said that fun trivia,” you start, rolling your eyes playfully as you stand up from your desk, joining him on the bed. Jungkook doesn’t move an inch like he usually does to accommodate you; he just lies there, seeing you adjust to his strapping figure on your twin bed. “You do know that you were kind of insulting yourself, right?”

“That I’m not smart but I can fuck you dumb?” he shrugs carelessly, willing himself to not react when you sit on his lap seemingly innocently, embracing him warmly whilst fixing his bangs. “Not really an insult to me.”

The laugh that leaves your lips was purely unintentional.

“You don’t believe me?” he tilts his head, his eyes still bordering on playful yet there’s something behind them that’s even bigger, something you can place as none other but Jungkook’s sheer will to prove himself.

“I don’t think you’re dumb, Kook,” you placate him, the gentle smile you have on your face breaking at the edges into something more intoxicating for him; something more provocative that would set him over his limits. “Just like I believe you haven’t exactly fucked me dumb either.”

The grin on your boyfriend’s face would be appalling if not for the stern grip he has on your thighs, fingers digging resolutely at the flesh with the politest, most harmless known tone to man, even if his words were anything but.

“Now you sound like the dumb one between us,” Jungkook laughs, his sweet laughter going straight to your ears as he noses your cheeks, teeth grazing your jaw as he refuses to kiss you when you try and catch him. “You don’t remember, baby? Don’t remember how I’m the only one who can worship you like this?”

Within a split second, Jungkook strips you out of your tank top that’s far too tight on you, immediately making your boobs spring out right in front of his face like the universe intended for him alone.

Your boyfriend, never losing his thoroughly amused and offensive grin, cups your boobs harshly to the point that he pulls you even closer to him, tongue grazing at your nipples that peek out in between his reddened knuckles.

“Kook…” you swallow the lump in your throat, exhaling shakily when Jungkook keeps you upright with one arm against him, the other doing quick work of shimmying you out of your panties like it’s a test item he can answer in his sleep. “Yoongi’s j-just next door, I don’t think-…”

“Oh, I know that,” he hums, his large, tattooed hand traveling from the small of your back and all the way to your scalp, his trimmed fingernails just barely grazing your hair when he tugs, setting you down on the pillow while he hovers above you. “He can think about how smarter he is than me alll he wants,” he hums, taking his clothes off while conveniently ignoring the way your heartbeat keeps pulsing uncontrollably with barely controlled lust, but Jungkook, just this once, would like to think that he’s better than you.

Jungkook, just this once, would like the upper hand completely when it comes to pleasing you, unwavering to your insistent demands of him giving you what you want, exactly when you want it.

Your boyfriend is not and will never be the one to deprive you of anything; as a matter of fact, he’d like to give you everything— far more than you’re ever asking and deserving of, just as his idea of getting even.

“But he’ll never get to beat me when it comes to fucking you.”

“Yoongi’s not challenging-…” you interrupt yourself the moment Jungkook inserts two fingers right from the start, curling them immediately out of muscle memory. You seethe at the intense, overwhelming pressure he gives to you without even begging for it, the warmth of his digits still being no match to the dumb, willful anger in his face; Jungkook’s so mad and determined, his cheeks turned pink just thinking of how to bend you at his mercy.

“He’s just-..! He’s just trying to get in your nerves, that’s all,” you whisper shakily, hands darting to try and grip onto his hair but Jungkook pushes your hands away, instead redirecting them harshly to keep yourself open. “It’s all just… rage bait, baby. You know that.”

Jungkook laughs thickly, shaking his head as he can quite literally see your struggle for words. You’re dripping wet and trembling, and yet you still want to placate him as if it would save your case.

“And you think I’m not gonna leap on it? I literally will be baited into rage. You know how dumb I am,” he huffs, the addition of a third finger into your pussy that’s already sopping wet making you writhe in sweet tension still, the pleasured cry that leaves you without inhibition making Jungkook even rougher. “You know how dumb I can go just trying to please you.”

There’s a sickly sweet sense of pride that fills Jungkook when he sees you keeping yourself open for him despite your legs aching to clamp down and squeeze on his fingers.

There’s a sickly sweet and overwhelming sense of cockiness that only Jungkook could feel at the moment when he rubs the entirety of his palm roughly against your folds, barely cupping and moving yet all your juices quickly spread, the rough pads of his palm only amplifying the punishing pace of his digits inside you.

"Feel too good, sweetheart? Haven't even become precise with it," Jungkook laughs, biting his bottom lip as he savors in the way your mouth couldn’t even close with the amount of gasps and moans that leave you desperately.

“Fucking arrogant ass," you whisper under your breath in between whimpers, your attempt of a dig at him becoming futile because Jungkook immediately stops rubbing his palm against your core, landing a rough slap against your folds instead.

"What's that now?" he asks, voice deepening as he straightens up, rolling your clit in between his fingers menacingly. The high-pitched, needy moans that leave you make Jungkook even more smug, your frustration making your head jerk repeatedly against the cushions. "I'm not saying it's rocket science to make you cum, baby. I'm not a nerd like Yoongi," he hums, the smile on his face widening the more that you plead at him. "I'm just saying..." Jungkook lulls, burying his fingers knuckle deep before pounding you with them repeatedly, making your entire being squirm upwards at his insistence of making you cum messily. "It takes a whole lot of devotion for it to come easy to me."

“I-I’m gonna— fuck, fuck, f-fuck!” you blubber at your release, crying out as Jungkook dips his head to your pussy (partly admiring at his handiwork, and mostly criticizing himself because it was just not enough for him), grabbing you by your thighs and setting them flush against his face until there's no gap; until he feels lightheaded.

Jungkook eats you out fervently like you’ve always depraved him of such a blessing, your cum still warm as it hasn’t even finished dripping out of you yet your boyfriend laps you up regardless, eyes closed and breathing ragged.

It just wasn’t enough for Jungkook. Getting you to cum felt less like a feat and more of an intimidation for himself, proposed by himself, because Jungkook didn’t want to stop.

He didn’t want to stop eating you out scandalously with his biceps curling in on your thighs, refusing to stop making you feel good as you practically tremor in his hold. He didn’t want to stop being better; he didn’t want to stop catching up with you with none other than his appetite and will.

“Y-you don’t have to-…” you whisper as you shake, the never-ending cycle of Jungkook’s tongue fucking you and cleaning you from the inside making your back arch from the mattress in overstimulation. “Fuck, Jungkook. I-I think I’m-…”

“Isn’t that so stupid, baby?” he giggles sweetly, the entire lower half of his face covered by your cum and his spit, lips reddened and swollen from how hard he’s going. “Gonna cum twice and I haven’t even put my cock in you?” he frowns playfully.

“My smart girl,” Jungkook lulls, talking against your folds as his hands knead your skin even harsher, barely matching up to the sheer desperation in his mind that being inside you wouldn’t even be enough.

He doesn’t take mercy on you, and you don’t even ask for it. You take what Jungkook gives you and even then, it wouldn’t be enough. Even if he rises to his full height and pulls you to the edge of the bed, lining his cock perfectly into your tight pussy that does nothing but suck him into a warmth that would never not stop feeling new and overwhelming for him, it wouldn’t be enough.

“Feel good? Feel good looking stupid on my big, dumb cock?”

“So— s-so good, baby. I-I can’t-…” you whimper, your cheeks sticky with your tears and Jungkook’s open-mouthed kisses that you keep asking for because you can’t be any closer than this; you think you can’t be any more satisfied than this in your life and it makes you cry even harder. “Can’t…. c-can’t talk. I can’t stop c-cumming."

“I can’t hear you,” Jungkook sing-songs, his pace punishing to the point that your skin burns at the impact of his thrusts, body moving alongside every push Jungkook gives you. “My silly girl. Thought you had all the words?” he laughs, gnawing on his bottom lip in amusement when he sees your eyes getting crossed slowly the harder that he slams into your sweet spot. “You need cue cards, is that it, baby? Y’need to brainstorm with Yoongi for them?”

“No, no, n-no!” you ramble, shaking your head desperately. “I-I don’t— d-don’t need Yoongi. I don’t, I-I swear!”

“Then what do you need, hm?” Jungkook asks, prying your lips open with his fingers, your tongue immediately darting out even before he could gather enough of his saliva to spit in your mouth scandalously. “Need you to spell it out for me, pretty girl. I can’t understand otherwise,” he spits, pupils blown out as you immediately swallow what he gives you, mouth parting open slightly to try and respond clearly yet you struggle.

“I just— ffffuck!” you groan, the rough, calculated pull of your hair right when he thrusts into you harshly with all of his weight making you sob in pleasure. “Just n-need you, Jungkook! Just you!”

“Just me? Cute,” he pants, the white edging at his vision making Jungkook feel truly, madly, and sincerely grateful of the universe rewarding him in exchange of all his dumb misfortunes before you. Jungkook feels so good that he could cry. “Can you explain that to me?”

The sincerely annoyed groan that leaves you in frustration in between all of your pleasured moans makes Jungkook throw his head back in laughter, the crawl of both of his hands towards your neck cutting your annoyance short.

“You mad?” he sing-songs, the quiet, panicked chants that leave your lips for his change of pace making Jungkook’s ear ring nonetheless. “Aww, but I slowed down just so you could talk again.”

The look that you give Jungkook– eyes red and lashes wet, lips puffy and bearing evidence of him— is enough to make any living being sink to their knees and devote their lives to you.

Jungkook, however, wants to be the lone devotee, and he wants to make it perfectly clear.

“But I don’t want you to,” you whine, the temporary gift of regaining your voice and your words only irking you.

“Don’t wanna give me a presentation? But you’re so good at those, baby,” Jungkook frowns, his pace only slow and barely noticeable, if not for his size that you still haven’t accustomed to no matter how many times he fucks you.

“I-I… I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper in admission, eyes wet for a completely different reason this time, tugging at his heartstrings.

Jungkook tilts his head as if asking you to elaborate, thumb wiping at your tears.

At the very moment, Jungkook decides that true, absolute strength is always giving what you want, whenever you want it.

“I want you to keep fucking me dumb again.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste a single second before bottoming out completely, his calloused hands adjusting you repeatedly as you moan fervently because no matter what, Jungkook feels like he's not close enough to you. He'll remain to feel like he hasn't bottomed out completely until he finds that spot of yours that completely dissolves you into his hold, all for him to mend.

Jungkook folds you in half with both your legs raised, putting you in a mating press with the entirety of his weight, the unbearable squeak and the drawled out, pornographic moan that leaves you after making him sigh in relief.

“Like this?” he whispers to your ear, pace slow and punishing yet deep; far deeper, closer, and more crushing than he’s ever been in you. “Until— fuck, fuckkk— u-until you’re drooling again? ’Til all you can do is say my name?”

“Say it, Y/N,” Jungkook insists. “Say— s-say I’m better than him.”

You moan graphically at the entirely new sensation of being full of nothing but Jungkook in all senses, your words coming out desperate and resolute.

“Give it.”

“What?”

“Give me a creampie,” you grit, scratching your nails against his back, making him whimper. “Give me your cum, Kook.”

“W-what?” he stutters, breath evidently shallowing at your command.

“Give it,” you practically snarl, your desire bleeding out evidently into Jungkook’s bloodstrean. “I-I already know you’re better than him, Jungkook. I… I just need you to prove it.”

“This is not proof enough?” Jungkook switches in an instant, his brief moment of shock and disbelief being overwhelmed by your desire that’s always been his. “N-need me to— holy shit-…! Need me to stuff you with my cum so we’d know?”

“Yeah. T-there’s not other way, right? How would we know?” you indulge him, nodding your head continuously as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, the weight of Jungkook’s cock in you getting heavier by the second. “My dumb, dumb baby. How are we gonna know how stupid I’ll look if you don’t cum in me?”

Jungkook realizes then, that the upper hand he’ll have over you is by giving you what you want, always, because it’s all he’ll ever want too.

“Y-you’re right. So, so smart, sweetheart,” he concedes, gripping your jaw. “Look at me, baby,” he whispers, eyes boring into you deeply. “Need you to know that I’m the only one who can see you like this, yeah?” Jungkook pouts, talking you through both of your desperation. “That I’m the only one who can fuck you dumb,” he hums. “And how I’m the only one who can see that stupid look on your face.”

“Just you,” you nod without a single dust of doubt, screwing your eyes shut when you feel full beyond your limits within an instant, Jungkook’s cum shooting into you with all its warmth and fulfillment of stuffing you making you squirt.

Jungkook stays inside you as he writhes in overstimulation, the moans that leave him paying absolutely no mind to your neighbors because at this point, it had totally slipped his mind that he went into pleasuring you trying to get even at Yoongi.

Your boyfriend peppers you in kisses as you come down from your high, his own cheeks smeared with his tears as he nibbles at your shoulder out of habit.

“Can I creampie you next time again, please? Like, not just a special occasions thing?” he mumbles sheepishly after some time, looking up at you with his head pressed to your chest.

“The special occasion tonight was you being jealous,” you retort, rolling your eyes at Jungkook’s meekness as if he wasn’t just rearranging your guts minutes ago.

“Thanks for the correction. Let me revise,” he returns your attitude, picking up your habit of rolling your eyes as he clears his throat. “Can I cum in you henceforth?”

“Smartest thing you ever said,” you joke, shaking your head.

“I know,” Jungkook giggles boyishly, tucking his face into the crook of your neck in shyness. “I felt my temple pulse with that one.”

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neigepomme · 2 months ago

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watching the sunset with caleb fic i beg >< just laying our head on his shoulder with his arm around us ARGH i need something fluffy 🙏ALSO CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!! you deserve the world 🫶

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ style / caleb x reader

synopsis; special delivery! did a certain pipsqueak order a cute pilot boyfriend to distract her from her upcoming exams? well you're in luck, because caleb is here to help!

🍎 pomme's notes — omg i have not listened to taylor swift in a HOT MINUTE this was fun.. if anyone's interested in participating in my drabble event, the info is right here!

⋆ 800 words / fluff / fem reader / 2nd person

exam season was going to kill you. or the heat in your dorm room. whatever came first.

studying for the hunter's exam was a pain, on top of that you were growing insanely homesick and missing caleb's braised chicken wings. you loved the prospect of being a hunter, of course you did, but being away from your boyfriend's arms and instead being doomed to pull all-nighters 3 days in a row? not fun.

on top of that, the AC in your dorm room was out and you felt yourself sticking to your chair. the sad fan that the college provided while you waited for maintenance wasn't doing much to help, instead the soft breeze from your window was the only thing bringing you a semblance of cool air.

but in the midst of your misery you just thought about caleb.

he was busy at the DAA, probably with an assignment in the deepspace tunnel or something, so you didn't let him know that you really, really missed him — something about not putting pilots under stress. that didn't stop you from dreaming about him whisking you away from your studies, just for the evening, at least.

your phone buzzing broke your reverie, and when you look down to read the text message, your entire expression brightens.

getting up from your desk, you look down your window, and it's like caleb can read your mind. leaning against his car outside of your dorm, he waves at you to come down, and you quickly put on shoes and run to him.

"i thought you were in the deepspace tunnel?!"

he grins at you before leaning down to hold you tightly in his arms.

"what, can't i miss my girlfriend who's clearly been deprived of vitamin caleb? you look like you haven't been sleeping at all. exam season's that bad?"

you really were going through a caleb deficiency but you weren't going to outright admit it, so you instead just melt into his embrace and complain about your finals. how much you've studied, and how stressful your teammates for your end of semester presentation were — and that stupid broken AC.

resting his chin atop your head, he hums and sways with you back and forth, soothing you a bit from finals anxiety.

"what do you say we go on a ride and watch the sunset together then? distract you a bit from schoolwork."

it's in moments like these that you think caleb truly is your soulmate.

nodding furiously, you open the passenger door and get inside, all while he laughs at how excited you are. this was just like when you two were younger, he'd take you on late evening drives and you'd sing along to whatever song was on the radio while the soft breeze caressed both of your faces.

this was the closest to heaven on earth. caleb by your side, singing taylor swift songs at the top of your lungs together, while sipping the fizzy apple soda he got for you.

he pulls into a parking lot near a national park, where you can see the setting sun reflected into the nearby lake motioning at you to get out. opening the car trunk to reveal a blanket laid out and a box of your favorite cut up fruits, he hops in before extending a hand towards you.

"get comfy, i'm kidnapping you for the next few hours before i have to go back to the DAA."

caleb really was an angel sent from above to save you from college troubles, wasn't he? you grab onto his hand and he drags you towards him, allowing you to rest your body against him, his arm resting around your waist.

finally allowing yourself to exhale and push away the stress of exams, you lean your head on his shoulder and stare at the sunset. the purple and orange shades remind you of him, his gorgeous eyes always so full of love when he looked at you.

"this sunset looks like you, caleb. i missed this."

you don't need to see his face to know that he's got a smile plastered on it after hearing your comment, his ears probably red and his cheeks flushed from your sudden wave of romanticism.

"mmh. missed this too, pips. missed you."

and as the last rays of sunlight fade from view, you think — loving caleb could never get tiring for you. a never ending teenage love, never growing old, never going out of style.

🍎 pomme's notes — i think caleb would know the lyrics to popular pop songs and yell them out with you in the car nods nods.. also caleb come whisk me away from my responsibilities PLEASE!!!!!

#⋆ pomme writes #caleb #caleb x reader #caleb x you #lads x reader #lads caleb #lads #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #⋆ neigepomme #pomme bedtime REAL! i will keep writing more tomorrow hehehehe

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thelov3lybookworm · 11 months ago

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Figuratively Dying

Summary: the night before their wedding, Cassian is losing his mind.

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A/n: a tiny lil fluffy drabble to let you all know im coming back w my fics now that many of u are done with exams hehe 🤭

Cassian was dying.

Figuratively, he was dying.

Literally, he was very much alive, if his restlessness was any indication.

Every few moments, his wings would twitch, nervousness and anticipation slowly trickling into his bloodstream, making it impossible to sit still.

"Sit down brother. Time is not going to pass quicker if you burn a hole in the floor."

Cassian snarled in response, eyes flitting over to meet star flecked ones of Rhysand, who exposed his palms in a placating motion. "I’m just saying. Instead of tiring yourself out and making us dizzy, why don’t you sit down and have a drink?"

Azriel snorted in response. "Do you really think he cares about your opinion right now?"

Cassia reigned in a snarl, instead turning to stare out the open doors of the balcony, his mind again contemplating knocking out his brothers just so he could go to meet his love.

Cassian was being held captive.

It was downright cruel, if he said so himself. Mor had come up with the stupid rule. That he was to stay away from his soon to be wife for a whole day before their wedding.

Why, Cassian couldn’t understand. But here he was, being forced to comply.

"Cass-"

"I swear on the dark waters of the cauldron Rhys, if you don’t shut you big mouth now, I am going to fucking knock you out."

"I’m just-"

Thump.

Wide hazel eyes flew to Cassian’s, alarmed, as Rhys lost consciousness.

Cassian stared back, hand burning from the blow he had dealt, and finally, Azriel gestured at him. "Go. I am not stopping you."

"Fucking finally." Cassian mumbled as he stalked out into the open night, his wings stretching to catch the wind in their leathery grip, and then let them carry him away.

The clear air penetrated his lungs, expanding them to their full might, and washed all his nervousness for the day after away. Everything was going to go well. He was sure of it.

But he was so tired. He missed her so much.

It didn’t take long until he was hovering over the balcony that led to the room he shared with his lover, Y/n.

Slowly, so slow that a snail would have laughed at him, Cassian let himself land, eyes already searching for her without permission.

"Sunshine?"

Silence. Heavy, pregnant silence.

And then- "Cass?"

The puff of air turned white in front of his face, and steeling himself, he stepped forward.

There she stood, in nothing but a silk nightgown, staring at him with wide eyes. "What- what are you doing here?"

He said nothing, giving himself a moment to admire the angel that had blessed him by just even looking in his direction.

"Cass?"

He stepped forward, his wings folding of their own accord the closer he got to her. Y/n simply stared at him, perplexed, and refused to move even when he reached out to her. Which he was happy about as he grabbed her in his arms, releasing a breath of relief.

"Oh I missed you, sunshine."

"Is that why you are here? You do know Mor will have your head if-"

"Mor can shut the fuck up. The fact that she does not have an angel of a wife to cuddle with does not mean I should stay away from mine."

He could hear her blood rushing to her face, and sure enough, when he pulled back from mumbling into her neck, she refused to meet his eyes.

"Cass-"

"Yes, sunshine?"

She rolled her eyes at his teasing smirk, finally leaning into his embrace. "I missed you too."

Cassian hummed, walking her back until they had reached the bed. Then he picked her up, her thighs wrapping around his waist, and crawled onto the plush material of the mattress. "Good night."

She yelped as he dropped all his weight onto her, and even though Cassian knew she liked it, he could not help but wonder if he should have been gentler. "Are you staying here?"

He scoffed. "Of course I am. Where else would I stay?"

"Mor-"

"Shh. I love you." He mumbled, pressing his face into her chest.

He could feel her vibrating laughter, and it made him smile too, knowing he was the reason.

"Good night. I love you." She muttered, reaching her fingers out to caress the back of his head softly. "I can’t wait for tomorrow."

"Me neither."

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mercuriians · 9 months ago

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I feel like a fic about Atsumu, Oikawa, and Bokuto finding their s/o reading fanfic about them would be hilarious

(You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to <3)

Have a lovely day and thank you if you end up doing this request <33333

a fantasy world

content info — gender neutral! reader, fluffy hq!! drabbles with some crack & hurt/comfort (sounds weird but bear w it, all separate). a teeny tiny bit suggestive in atsumu's part cuz he's a little shit.

word count — 1.9k words.

author’s note — holy HELL this is so late 😭 anon i hope ur still here, i made this pretty long so that's my way of apologizing. im also praying that atsumu is in character because this is only the second time ive written him. anyway, tysm for requesting!! hope u all like this <3

MIYA ATSUMU

your eyes are obstinately glued to your phone, wholly transfixed by the words that were typed across the screen. not a single soul knew about your little hobby and quite frankly, it was likely better that they remained oblivious. you wouldn’t know how to react if anyone found out, but really, there was one particular person who absolutely had to stay unaware.

as it turns out, they were also the very subject of the story you’re currently reading—of course, none other than your sweet, beloved boyfriend, atsumu. not that the term ‘sweet’ was an especially fitting term for him. ooh, that was a sick burn.

now, obviously you loved the boy. atsumu was bold, intelligent, thoughtful, hardworking, and affectionate to the point where osamu and the rest of his team often complained about how shameless he was in front of them. his spirit burned bright with fiery ambition, glimmering red and orange and yellow, and he introduced a kind of light into your life that you had never quite experienced before. at first you were a little wary at first, a little blinded by how much he shone, but because you were just as stubborn as he was, you soon grew used to it.

if anything, you came to learn that atsumu was undoubtedly one of the most inspirational people out there. motivating his peers was like second-nature to him, and even if he didn’t consciously put in the effort to inspire them, he still ended up doing so anyway. his love for volleyball was blatant in its authenticity, in its obsession. so when coupled with his charisma, and, yes, his boyishly good looks, atsumu developed a serious kind of gravitational pull. it was no wonder so many people were drawn in—yourself included.

but, inevitably, something had to be sacrificed. your boyfriend’s devotion to the game often meant that you two didn’t get to spend much time together. if atsumu wasn’t practicing at the gym, then he was either thinking about doing it, on his way to doing it, or—this happens only under the direst of circumstances—recovering from doing it. he was, in every sense of the word, a workaholic.

you were fine with it for the most part, mostly because you had a busy schedule to deal with yourself. if you weren’t doing homework or studying for an upcoming exam for the sake of staying on top of your classes, then you were either fulfilling your duties as a student council member, playing your respective sport, or taking care of things at home.

regardless, there were still times when you wished atsumu was with you. it didn’t matter if he was spewing volleyball jargon, or forcing you to pepper with him, or anything like that. you just wanted to spend time with him, to actually see him and his stupid face and his stupid smile that you want to kiss so badly.

maybe that’s why you’re so zeroed in on the fanfiction you’re reading—to try and make up for what you’ve been deprived of for days on end. a very palpable twinge of sadness tugs at your heart. you push the unwanted sentiment to the depths of your mind, trying to focus on reading the story again.

god, what sentence were you even on? and why was the door suddenly opening—

“hey baby, did ya miss me?”

your soul leaves your body.

before you even have time to think, a shrill scream rips from your throat as you scramble to hide your phone underneath the covers. atsumu's jaw drops, completely and utterly befuddled by your behavior. after a moment he raises his hands in mock surrender. "jeez, darlin', it's just me. your boyfriend, remember?" atsumu says, brow raised. there's a mixture of emotions written across his face—slight concern, palpable amusement, even some suspicion. "what are ya hidin' there on your phone, anyway?"

finally, you seem to find your voice. "n-nothing important," you mumble, clearly and very intentionally avoiding the intensity of atsumu's hawk-like gaze. "i didn't even know you'd be visiting today.. thought you would be busy with practice again."

maybe it's because your boyfriend knows you so well by now, but he catches the hint of bitterness in your tone. his face softens, and he takes one, two, three steps toward you until he's taking up the space on your left. "coach called in sick, so mister perfect decided to just cancel practice for today," atsumu shrugs. you're still somewhat upset, but you can't help but smile at the setter's nickname for his captain—kita shinsuke, the closest embodiment of perfection that anyone's ever seen.

"i'm pretty sure i texted ya that i would be dropping by," your boyfriend adds, glancing over at you. cautiously, you pull out your phone again and open up the messages app. lo and behold, he did in fact text you, but you were too busy with your fanfiction to notice.

your face burns with the weight of your embarrassment.

a small chuckle escapes from atsumu's mouth. "wow, i haven't even done anything and you're already blushin' for me," he teases. you hit his chest halfheartedly, muttering about how mean he's being. you fail to notice the calculating glint in his eyes. you also fail to notice his hand wandering.

a second later, atsumu grins smugly, your phone held securely in his grip.

"what the hell, 'sumu?!" you screech, trying to retrieve the object in vain. "how did you even—"

"i'm good with my hands," he winks, and you don't even have time to scold him for the clear innuendo because he's typing in the password to your phone. all you can do is accept your fate as atsumu discovers the story you were reading.

as expected, he laughs. loudly. it's almost like the laugh he lets out whenever he wins a bet against osamu. you turn away, shame and humiliation gnawing at your chest. there's nothing more you want than to be swallowed by the floor beneath you.

however, when atsumu's laughter dies down a few moments later, you feel him wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "baby," he begins, voice still a little breathless from all his cackling, "why are ya reading this when ya got the real thing right here?"

you look up at him, a confusing mess of emotions swirling within your stomach. "because we don't seem to spend much time together anymore," you admit, lowering your eyes to the ground. "laugh all you want, but these stories are there for me whenever i need them. you probably think it's stupid, or pathetic, or whatever, but.. i miss you, 'sumu."

you close your eyes, preparing to hear another round of thunderous laughter. it never comes.

"open yer eyes for me, babe," atsumu's voice is unexpectedly soft, tender. hesitantly, you do, and your gaze meets his. your boyfriend reaches out, resting a calloused hand against your cheek. his touch is so familiar, so comforting, that you can't do anything else but lean in and welcome it. "i didn't know that ya were feelin' this way, and i'll admit that it's my fault for not noticing. but hey, you wanna know somethin'?"

"what is it?" you whisper.

"i miss ya too," your boyfriend confesses. he leans in, placing a soft kiss against your lips. "and tomorrow, i'm taking ya out on a date."

OIKAWA TOORU

"oh my god, this is so cute," you sigh dreamily, swinging your feet in satisfaction as you indulge yourself. it was fanfiction, for crying out loud—can you really be blamed? this particular story practically reeked of fluff. you had just received flowers from the male lead, with you two having confessed just a few days ago. now you were on the first date, entering the doorway to a beautiful relationship that made every reader jealous.

the fact that the male lead—the infamous setter of aoba johsai, fanboy of iwaizumi hajime, hater of ushijima wakatoshi—also happened to be your boyfriend was just a minor detail.

you continued reading, the outside world completely irrelevant as you immersed yourself in the story. soon another squeal leaves your lips as oikawa, the male lead, bends down to kiss your hand. he says something swoonworthy, causing you to giggle like a madman. "that's it, i'm marrying you," you say, as if he can hear you through the story.

"marrying who?"

you let out a defeated sigh as your boyfriend pops his head into your room. there's a pout on oikawa's face, his mocha eyes filled with mock betrayal. still there's a part of you that knows he actually is a little bit jealous; he just doesn't know that technically, he's jealous of himself. "who are you marrying, babe?" he asks you somewhat accusingly. "i think it's a bit too early for—"

"shut up please," you groan, a bit sad that your reading session got interrupted. "i'm reading this fanfiction of you, and in the story, you're actually nice to me."

you immediately hear an indignant gasp from your boyfriend. he puts a hand to his chest, his pout now even more prominent. "excuse me, i am nice to you," oikawa scoffs as he walks over, squinting at the story you're reading. "i'm way better than him!"

"you are him," you deadpan.

"exactly! why are you reading that when i'm right here? i'm hurt," oikawa says in disapproval, shaking his head at you. "now move over."

you blink—once, twice. "wait, what?"

"i wanna read too," oikawa says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "so i can list all the things they got wrong about me."

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

maybe reading fanfiction about your boyfriend wasn't the best idea. it's not that the story wasn't great because it really was—the characterization was on-point, the writing style was smooth and elegant, and the plot was creative. it's more about your boyfriend himself. particularly the way that he reacted when he found out.

"am i not good enough?" bokuto asked you quietly as he stared up at you. his golden eyes were absolutely despondent, his shoulders were slouched, and even his owlish hair looked like it was deflated. you didn't need akaashi to understand that those were all signs of an emo bokuto.

and it was all because of you.

man, the guilt was unbearable.

"koutarou," you say softly, reaching out to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "baby, you are more than enough for me. you're amazing, okay? you're my anchor, and you make me smile when no one else can. compared to you, this fanfiction means nothing." you pause, placing a tender kiss against his warm cheek. "seeing you sad makes me sad, you know?"

"i'm sorry," bokuto mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "i thought i'd let you down or something, like i wasn't being a good boyfriend. it scared me."

his words make your heart hurt even more. you pull away from the hug, letting your earnest gaze meet his. "from now on, you don't have to be scared," you tell him seriously. "i'll stop reading fanfiction, and every day, i'll remind you of how much you mean to me. is that fair, kou?"

bokuto nods, and it's at that moment that you start to see the gloomy aura around him disappear. "i love you," he says, and you can tell that he means it. he always does.

you pull him closer, your fingers combing through his hair soothingly. he hums quietly, enjoying the feeling. "i love you too, koutarou," you smile. "and no story will ever change that."

you let a few moments pass by, simply listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. slowly, you let your eyes close, your boyfriend's strong embrace lulling you to a light rest. after a few moments, though, bokuto's voice breaks through the silence. "can i ask you a question, babe?"

you open your eyes. "anything."

he pulls away, his expression completely serious as he looks at you. "can we get something to eat?"

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yurikosinterlude · 5 months ago

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'Beautiful Stranger'

{ guitarist oc x singer!male/gn reader }

{ summary: while picking out vinyl records during one of your monthly trips to your local record store, a strange interaction causes you to leave with more than just records~ }

{ cw: none }

{ tag(s): fluff, strangers to lovers }

{ 🌿: stands for y/n}

{🎸: guitarist oc

{ wc: 700 }

{ a/n: hey everyone! i'm writing this drabble so that you guys can get like a sneak peek/preview of how I write and stuff before i release my actual first fic/story! hope you guys enjoy! }

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Midterms week absolutely crushed you. The weeks prior were almost equally as terrible. You had been so focused on studying and passing each exam that you hadn't found time for the fun little activities that kept you sane.

One of these little activities was buying and collecting vinyl records. It was a monthly tradition to stop by the town's quaint record store a couple blocks away from your studio apartment to browse through all of the records, new and old. Occasionally, you'd even buy a few if they caught your eye.

Luckily for your wallet, though, something else caught your eye on that dewy afternoon...a boy.

He wore an open brown, long-sleeved flannel over a fitted white tank top and some baggy jeans. His outfit wasn't what caught your attention though. What made you drop everything you were doing was the fact that he was the most beautiful boy you'd ever seen. And the sun, that stupid afternoon sun was hitting his perfect face in a way that made it almost glow.

'I need to stop staring.' you thought to yourself, but it took everything in you to actually avert your gaze from the beautiful man only a couple steps away from you and continue with what you originally came to do. Stupidly, you attempt to steal another peak at this beautiful stranger, only to quickly look back away as his glistening eyes meet yours.

Your heart began to beat slightly faster and you felt your face and ears heating up as you walked around the store to try to play it off. Finally, you stop in front of a collection of unfamiliar records and rummage for a bit until your face lights up.

🌿:"Carl! I didn't know you guys had Lisa Ono here!"

You shouted to your childhood best friend Carl Sanchez, while admiring the almost untouched state of the record. Carl's parents owned the record store, which is why you made such routine visits.

"We didn't until recently. My aunt donated a bunch of records! There are lots more if you keep looking." And you did just that. You rummaged some more through the new pile of records and put the Lisa Ono record in your tote bag to make it easier to search when you hear an unfamiliar voice behind you.

🎸:"You're a fan of Lisa Ono?"

You turn around to identify to speaker and answer their question, but- it's him! It's that boy whose sun-kissed face kept you distracted earlier!

You begin to fiddle with your fingers as you give an awkward response,

🌿:"I- uh- yeah- yes, I love her- and her music.."

You take the record back out of your tote and stare at it for a while before finally speaking.

🌿:"This one is my favorite of hers actually. My mom used to play it while cleaning."

Your lips curl into a slight smile as you remember.

🎸:"I play her a ton on my guitar actually, her songs are probably my favorite to play if I'm being honest."

The boy said, his slightly raspy voice sending butterflies flitting around in your stomach.

🌿:"You play guitar?"

🎸:"Yeah, I've played since I was in middle school. I love it."

'Could he be any more perfect?' you think to yourself.

🎸:"What about you?"

🌿:"H-huh?"

🎸:"Do you play any instruments?"

🌿:"I-"

🎸:"Wait-Lemme guess.."

He says slightly squinting and looking you up and down. (Which only worsens your flustered state).

🌿:"..."

🎸:"Flute. Final answer."

🌿:"I sing actually.."

you say letting out a small giggle, finally meeting his gaze.

🎸:"That was my second guess."

He grins revealing two perfectly dimples on either side of his face.

🎸:"Hey, we should totally get together someday and do a duet or something, assuming you're a good singer..."

You chuckle,

🌿:"Also assuming you don't suck at guitar."

🎸:"Fine then, you're on. See you soon- Hey I actually never got your name..?"

The boy says, as he tilts his head slightly and observes your face.

🌿:"🌿."

🎸:"Cool. See you around 🌿."

And just like that, your beautiful stranger was gone. You watched as he walked out of the little store and let out a disappointed sigh as you realize you didn't ask for his name. So a beautiful stranger he will remain.

yurikosinterlude ©️ 2024 ❁ pls don't plagiarize, copy, repost, or translate my works at all ❁ (or atleast without creds :3)

#male reader #bottom male reader #gender neutral reader #x male reader #male x male #x gender neutral reader #laufey #fluff #yurikosinterlude

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joons-cinnamon-bun · 1 month ago

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The Case of Us—“Did you just shoot a guy in the dick?”

Summary: You and Namjoon are an unlikely pair, clashing from the start. He’s a seasoned detective, used to working alone and running on instinct. You, a rookie, fresh off acing your detective exam, ready to prove yourself. At first, you butt heads—your sharp, hardheaded approach grating against his calm, measured demeanor. But there's an undeniable pull between the two of you, an unspoken understanding that begins to form as you both tackle case after case. Through the chaos of the job, you rely on each other more and more. And though you're still figuring out the balance between the stubborn rookie and the seasoned detective, you both know one thing for certain—you're a hell of a team. A/N: in my last update, I mentioned some small drabbles. Well, this is what I mean by that 😊 (altough this is more silly than anything. Because i got this scene stuck in my head and giggled the whole time writing it) (thank you always @callmenoona25 for proofreading. love you) Pairing: Namjoon x f.reader Genre: detective/ thriller. Rating: explicit. Minors do not interact. Warnings: Guns. Mentions of getting shot. Crimes. police/detective lingo. Detective Yoongi and Jungkook being the best duo. Jungkook being a menace. ♡Taglist: @uniquetravelerone @sexytholland @codeinebelle @annyeongbitch @rpwprpwprpwprw @goldietigers294 @amarawayne @oneshallsmile @ktownshizzle @jimineepaboya

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole under the weight of their stares.

Namjoon looked like he was fighting every urge to lecture you into oblivion, his disappointment written all over his face as he deliberately avoided your gaze. Yoongi, on the other hand, had no such restraint—his sharp eyes bore into you, dissecting every bad decision that led you to this moment.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“You’re insane!” Namjoon snapped, his voice cutting through the office air like a blade.

You groaned. “I was under fire! How was I supposed to react?”

“Not like that,” Yoongi said, his voice low and sharp. “Never like that.”

You threw your hands up. “Guys, come on—”

Namjoon cut you off again. “The Captain’s gonna want to talk to you. You’ll probably be suspended.”

“I know, I know! But I can explain—”

Yoongi leaned forward, arms crossed, voice like steel. “Can you, Y/N? Honestly, can you?”

You let out another groan, slumping back in your chair, letting it swivel aimlessly as you avoided their judgmental stares.

Then, through the glass wall, you caught sight of Jungkook sprinting down the hallway. His coat was abandoned, sleeves rolled up, gun holsters strapped over his shoulders. He burst through the door, barely stopping before he blurted out—

“Did you just shoot a guy in the dick?”

His grin was impossible to ignore and you cracked—laughter bubbling up despite the heated glares from Namjoon and Yoongi.

“Yeah…” You exhaled between giggles. “Yeah, I did.”

Yoongi let out a long, exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was physically in pain. Namjoon, on the other hand, looked seconds away from strangling you.

Jungkook, completely oblivious—or maybe just enjoying the chaos—let out a low whistle as he flopped into the chair across from you. “Damn. That’s cold, Y/N.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on your desk. “Did he cry?”

You grinned despite yourself. “Like a baby.”

Namjoon groaned. “This isn’t funny.”

Jungkook smirked. “I mean, it kinda is.”

“It’s not.” Yoongi’s glare cut through the air like a knife. “This is reckless. Stupid. You don’t just shoot someone in the dick, Y/N. What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was under fire,” you repeated, sitting up in your chair. “I didn’t have time to line up a better shot! He was about to—”

Namjoon threw his hands up. “There were other places you could’ve aimed!”

“Not in that split second! And what does it matter? He’s alive, isn’t he?”

Yoongi rubbed his temples, looking like he was fighting off a migraine. “Barely.”

Jungkook, still clearly enjoying himself, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “To be fair, that guy was a piece of shit. If anyone deserved it…”

“Shut up,” Namjoon and Yoongi snapped at the same time.

Jungkook raised his hands in surrender, biting back a laugh.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair again, spinning slightly just to avoid their collective disappointment. “Look, I know I fucked up, okay? I get it. I’ll deal with whatever the Captain throws at me. But can we all just breathe for a second?”

Namjoon didn’t answer, his jaw tight.

Yoongi crossed his arms. “We’ll see if you’re still breathing after your suspension.”

Jungkook let out a low chuckle. “Hey, maybe they’ll make you take an ‘Appropriate Use of Force’ seminar.”

You groaned. “Oh, shut up.”

Jungkook grinned, and even Yoongi—despite his obvious frustration—looked like he was trying not to laugh.

Namjoon, though? Yeah, he still looked like he wanted to strangle you.

“Oh c’mon, I don’t get what the big deal is.” You tried to sweeten him a bit, but his glare only hardened.

“Of course you don’t get it! You don’t have a dick.”

Jungkook choked on his own laughter, doubling over as he smacked a hand against your desk. “Oh my god,” he wheezed.

Yoongi looked like he aged five years in the last two minutes.

You blinked, momentarily stunned. “Did you just—”

“I mean it,” Namjoon continued, voice tight with frustration. “You don’t get it. You don’t know that kind of pain. There’s a difference between getting shot and getting shot there.”

Yoongi let out the longest, most exhausted sigh yet. “I cannot believe we are having this conversation.”

Jungkook wiped a tear from his eye, still grinning. “This is incredible. I feel like I should be taking notes.”

Namjoon turned on him. “Don’t encourage this.”

“I’m not! I swear,” Jungkook said, even as his shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “But I just feel like this should be documented somewhere. Like, for science.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, come on. It’s not like I aimed for his dick on purpose.”

“That’s worse!” Namjoon exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. “You weren’t even trying to aim! Like you have some weird deep-rooted hatred towards men”

“Excuse me for prioritizing not dying over precision!” you shot back. “And why is my lack of a dick affecting this situation?”

Yoongi muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a prayer for patience.

Jungkook smirked. “I dunno, Joon. Maybe she was trying to make a statement.”

“I swear to god—”

You leaned back, crossing your arms. “Alright, fine. Next time I get shot at, I’ll take the time to make sure my aim is a little more dignified.”

Yoongi groaned again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re not even sorry, are you?”

“...Not very.”

Namjoon just stared at you like he was physically restraining himself from launching you out the nearest window.

Jungkook clapped his hands together. “Well, this has been fun. Can’t wait for the Captain’s reaction.”

“Jungkook, get out,” Namjoon snapped.

Jungkook grinned, saluted, and strolled out—no doubt off to spread the gossip everywhere.

Yoongi stood, shaking his head as he followed. “You better pray the Captain doesn’t murder you, Y/N.”

You sighed, slumping in your chair as Namjoon glared down at you, arms crossed.

“You’re gonna have to stop looking at me like that eventually,” you pointed out.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re the worst decision I’ve ever made.”

You grinned. “Would it make you feel better if I promised not to shoot you in the dick?”

Namjoon groaned and walked out.

#the case of us #namjoon imagine #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon scenarios #detective!namjoon

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heathercollinsmd · 27 days ago

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the promised PGY1 collins vs langdon drabble

September 2019 -

The nurse’s station is quiet--too quiet for an ER, which means the calm won’t last. Collins leans against the med cart, arms crossed, watching Langdon from across the counter. It’s only their first week as interns, and already they’ve settled into something viciously competitive, each interaction laced with the kind of sharp-edged tension that comes from two people who refuse to lose.

The scent of antiseptic and stale coffee clings to the air here. Langdon’s bent over a chart, his stupidly expensive pen moving in quick, precise strokes, like he’s trying to prove he belongs here with how perfectly the ink dries.

She twirls her own pen between her fingers--hospital-issued--and lets her voice carry just enough humor not to be fully condescending. "How was the enema? I hope the patient wasn't too much of an ass."

Langdon’s hand stills. He doesn’t look up, but she can see the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers flex around the pen like he’s imagining how effective it is for stabbing.

"Mr. Downing will make a full recovery that my eyes and nose never will.” He (seemingly) tries to be polite but fails when bitterness laces his next question of, “How was the crike?"

"Oh, it was great." She pops the ‘t’ like bubblegum. "Attending didn’t even have to step in."

Like Robby did with your attempt.

Langdon’s pen digs into the paper, leaving an angry indent. "I’m sure."

She watches with satisfaction as his jaw clenches, and taps her fingers against the cart. She should probably leave it there, but she's still pissed about the patient from yesterday, Mr. Everett.

The man had writhed through Collins’ entire abdominal exam before Langdon swooped in with his "bedside manner"—which consisted of handing the guy a water and cracking a joke about hospital food. Yet somehow, he got the thank-you letter sent to administration.

Collins gives in. "You should really be faster next time."

This appears to be the last straw, because she can practically sense the bitchiness surface, amusing her even further.

"Well if someone--" He jerked his chin toward Robby's empty desk, taking advantage of the emptiness to make his point. "--wasn't busy staring at your ass, maybe I wouldn't have to be."

Collins' smirk deepens. If he's resorting to bringing her gender up, she's really beating him. Right as she's about to reply It's not my fault you don't have one, they're interrupted.

"Langdon."

The voice slices through the ER hum like a scalpel. Collins turns to find Robby standing three feet behind them, his presence somehow both sudden and inevitable. When had he approached? His face is calm but his knuckles pale around the charting tablet in his grip.

"A word. Now."

The command leaves no room for negotiation. Langdon's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. Collins opens her mouth to explain - not to defend Langdon, but because she won't have her victory stolen by interference - but Robby's glacial stare freezes the words in her throat.

"Not a word." Each syllable is precisely measured. "Langdon, with me."

Dana sidles up to Collins, eyes tracking Langdon's sullen march toward admin. "What exactly did Langdon do?"

"He's just jealous he's not the center of attention." Collins shrugs, avoiding Dana's knowing look. The older woman is well aware how much she and Langdon push the boundaries of work-appropriate antagonism.

"So something misogynistic."

"Please." Collins waves her off. "Langdon's just mad he can't get to me after all the time I spent with Wall Street bros."

What unsettles her isn't Langdon's pathetic jab anyway. It's the traitorous warmth spreading through her chest at Robby's intervention. For weeks he's treated her with professional indifference, his gaze sliding over her like she's part of the furniture if he's not instructing.

And it's not like she plans to do anything with her attending, she isn't stupid--or her younger sister--but… she isn't exactly drowning in men from her past who respect professional ethics.

(Again. Wall Street.)

That, and…

Heather Collins has never met a straight man she would have to chase.

#frank langdon and his penchant of making robby face uncomfortable truths #heather collins #frank langdon #collins & langdon #rollins #*by me #tv: the pitt #the pitt fic

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rems-writing · 4 months ago

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Is $50 worth it?

》 Pairing: non-idol!Yunho x gn!reader

》 Genre: fluff but with a less detailed "grim" ending

》 Wordcount: 610 words

》 Rating: sfw

》 Type: drabble

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Prompt from Illusion Net: *"You have really pretty eyes from up close"*

It was probably the biggest mistake you’ve ever made. However, $50 is $50. Long story short, you and a group of friends were out and about, drinking copious amounts of soda and munching on a bunch of fries you got from McDonald’s. Your conversation ranged from ranting about how your final exams went to wondering what the next semester will hold for you guys. You all had different majors yet you somehow ended up in all the same classes. Perhaps luck was on your side. And you hoped that this same luck would be on your side when you had to fulfill this stupid dare your friends put you up to.

You approached the eight men sitting outside the convenience store, slurping down cups of instant ramen. They were all laughing and having a good time. You took a quick breath and tapped one of them on the shoulder. He turned around and he smiled at you.

You couldn’t get over how handsome this man was.

You reeled yourself in from staring at his gorgeous face too much and you leaned in a bit closer. You heard the man’s breath hitch upon the close proximity happening between you two. You braced yourself and counted to three in the back of your head before saying what needed to be said in order to fulfill the dare.

“You have really pretty eyes from up close, you know?”

Before the man had a chance to say anything to you, you sprinted back to your friends, suppressing the giggles threatening to spill from your throat and hiding the blush dusting your cheeks pink. The man looked baffled and turned back to his friends, who were snickering loudly.

“Dude, a human just hit on you. A human!”

The ‘man’ chuckled awkwardly and tried to hide his ears since the tips were turning pink. As he looked back at you, there was one thing on his mind. And his friends must’ve sensed it too.

He had to make you his.

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The next day, you were getting coffee from your favorite cafe. This place made the best black sesame lattes ever. As you were waiting for your order, you felt a presence near you. Figuring it was just one of your friends, you turned to their direction. But it wasn’t one of your friends.

It was the man that you exacted the dare on.

“Hi. I couldn’t help but notice you from afar.”

His voice was soft, melodious, and something else. Haunting? But it was a beautiful type of haunting. As soon as you got over how he sounded, you looked down in embarrassment and shame in order to avoid eye contact.

“I’m so sorry! My friends gave me this stupid dare and -”

“No worries, cherie. I’m glad you approached me actually. I just wanted to let you know that you’re pretty bold for doing that and… you’re kind of cute.”

The nickname and the compliment washed away all the embarrassment and shame you were experiencing. Now you just felt flustered by this incredibly tall man. You looked up at him again and grinned shyly, which the man found adorable. He stuck out his hand.

His very nice hand.

“My name is Yunho. Mind if I join you?”

You nodded dumbly and quickly excused yourself to get your coffee order while Yunho watched with genuine fondness and affection. Hidden beneath those though was a slight twinge of guilt. It increased as soon as he saw you sit beside him once more and initiate the conversation with him.

If only you knew that you had exacted that foolish dare on a siren. Maybe then, you would’ve thought twice.

#mirohsaurorasociety #other side outlaws network #illusionnet #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader

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tiefenmesser · 2 months ago

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Frat au baberoe drabble that nobody asked for!! be free my child!

word count: <500

also read on ao3 here

Babe hissed as Eugene dabbed iodine-soaked cotton on his knuckles, flinching in his hold, but Eugene's grip was strong, preventing him from going far. He hushed him, murmuring lowly.

" 's alright Heffron, just a lil' bit more and I'll put some neosporin on it and wrap 'em. Won't hurt a bit."

The redhead winced and flinched again regardless at the final few dabs, but true to the man's word, the application of the antibiotic and bandages after could barely be felt.

As Eugene finished tying the knot of the bandage around his hand Babe chuckled, muttering in annoyance.

"I bet I'm the only dumbass stupid enough to have let 'em get that bad before getting help, huh Gene?" The cajun laughed, huffed under his breath really, and shook his head.

"Outta your cohort, sure. Not the only 'un who's stupid though." The redhead scoffed good-naturedly.

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Hey, you said it first. 'm just agreein' with you."

Babe side-eyed him in faux annoyance only for a moment before the corners of his mouth betrayed him. The brightness of Babe's smile never ceased to awe Eugene; it was like standing in a field under the gentle heat of the spring sun, comfortingly warm.

"Thanks Gene," A beat, then a long, dramatic sigh, "... and I promise I won't tell anyone else about your little kindness today. I know you have that 'tall, dark and mysterious' persona to uphold in front of the pledges." Eugene swatted his arm lightly.

"You're only a neo yourself." He swatted him again for good measure.

"A'ight, a'ight. Lay off me, I'm just teasing, no need to haze me again." Eugene couldn't help the smile breaking over his face now.

"Y'all ain't seen nothin' yet. Bull and Martin went easy on y'all." Babe laughed incredulously.

"No way, Martin went easy on us?"

"... Okay, maybe not Martin, but Bull def'nitely softened the blow for y'all, a bit."

"Damn. How come no one's ever told me about this before? You gotta tell me the story of your class' pledging now. How hard 'd they go? How bad was it really?" He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Wait. Wasn't Speirs your pledge dad?"

" 's right."

"Damn! Speirs is a scary sonuvabitch."

"You're tellin' me."

"Right, right. But you also had Mama Lip, so it couldn't 'a been that bad." Eugene kept his face carefully blank. "A'ight, you tell me then! You ain't sayin' nothing, jeez!" Eugene shook his head fondly. Babe could be so excitable. It was cute.

"Another time, Heffron. Don'tchu got class right about now? You gotta meet with your professor to talk about your exam right?"

"Ah, that? Yeah," A rueful sigh, "I'm not goin'."

"... And why's that?" Babe had the awareness to look sheepish as he spoke haltingly, shoulders hunching up slightly as if bracing for a blow.

"... I may have accidentally... sent the prof a really embarrassing email... during the party last night..."

"Babe."

"Wha- ow, Gene! Christ, fine, fine! Oldheads these days... Ow!"

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jiminrings · 3 months ago

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PRESIDENT JAY EM RINGS PLEASEEEE I AM DANCING LIKE A COURT JESTER HERE PLEASEEEEEE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE MATURE JEALOUS JK SNEAKIE PEEKIE PLEASEEEE

mature: the jealous sex drabble sneak peek

wherein you become a TA alongside yoongi, and jungkook has no choice but to prove his superiority in other ways

(Jungkook isn’t even faking it.)

Jungkook is and will be there for anything that you need, require, and desire of the world even, but he knows to himself that he can’t be utilized in the way you can bond with Yoongi.

(He hates that stupid, intellectual son of a bitch.)

Jungkook, your (occasionally smart) beloved, listens when you tell him about your day.

He listens and hums and replies when you tell him how tiring it is to be a TA, and how you’re simultaneously excited because it feels so fulfilling to be praised and approached.

Jungkook, a man of his word, will catch up to you.

Jungkook, a man of his word and an even bigger man of his overcompensation, will beat Yoongi.

Just a random conversation out of nowhere that’s totally not fueled by the jealousy he’s been harboring the past few weeks.

“I’m not citing my sources to you,” Jungkook huffs, closing his screen unceremoniously before crossing his arms, shaking his head slowly. “Such a shame about Yoongi.”

Now that you think about, you should’ve seen it coming from a mile away.

You snort at the implication, the excitement of what could possibly be running in Jungkook’s mind slowly hitting you. “Well, I heard from a friend that he’s really end-…”

“Don’t give a fuck,” he rasps immediately, clicking his tongue. He doesn’t want to hear about what you heard about Y**ngi being well-endowed. He doesn’t want to hear anything but you.

The laugh that leaves your lips was purely unintentional.

yippee!!! the return of The Super Genius aka mature jk <3 missed him so bad u guys have no idea (it was nearing 478jk levels of yearning i fear...)

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blvdymary · 1 year ago

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hii love your writings❤️ may I ask for the hurt/comfort drabble with Jonathan crane where reader comforts him and smth like that please(?)

|| Thank you for your request darling! I'm really glad you enjoy my writings, It means a lot to me, and I apologise I'm a little late but exams were getting to me, anyways I hope you enjoy this!! ||

Nightmares

pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Summary: Comforting him from his dark nightmare about his past.

Genre: Fluff, angst, drabble (hurt/comfort)

Word count: 310

Note: I love him and I truly believe i can fix him.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

"There is a reason why we never liked you, Jonathan. Can't you see? You're the worst thing that happened to us."

The deceived look in his eyes, the betrayal, betrayal from the ones who were supposed to love him unconditionally. He felt as if he was drowning in his blood while they were just there, the ones causing him to let out gruesome screams. Don't they know how to love a child? It seems like they lack empathy.

It wasn't long before he woke up from his nightmare; panting, sweating, and tears streaming down his velvety blue eyes.

You felt him sit straight on the bed, leaning against the bedframe which caused you to turn over at him and open your eyes slowly. You weren't expecting to see him cry, he wasn't someone who would have emotions, almost like a lifeless doll. Seeing him in this state caused you to sit straight also, you pulled him close to your chest, and even though you knew he didn't appreciate physical contact he seemed to relax into your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist and letting his tears fall onto your chest, making your shirt stain. You didn't care though, he was more important than a stupid t-shirt.

Of course, you knew how his parents treated him in his childhood, you were his therapist at one point in life too.

You rubbed his back with one of your hands while caressing his hair with the other and kissing the top of his head, whispering reassuring words like "It's okay," and "They can't hurt you now,".

At that exact moment, you felt something you never felt before. It was similar to a motherly instinct, the overwhelming urge to fix him, to show him what love truly is, to be loved unconditionally.

Every child deserves parents, but not all parents deserve children.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

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thechaoticplayer · 1 year ago

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oliver evans railing us because of a bad grade.

Authors Note: Sorry this took so long! Hope u enjoy!

Summary: Oliver Evans railing you because of a bad grade!

Contains: dom! Oliver evans x sub! Reader, degrading, filthy smut drabble, f! reader, probably ooc bc I dont usually watch the man 😭 a bit rushed sorry pookie none of my works are proofread!

PROFESSOR OLIVER EVANS who had enough of your shenanigans, after repeatedly drilling numbers and words into your stupid brain, you decided to return his help with a failing grade.

He was grading your exam, incredulous of how many goddamn times he had to use his red pen to swipe an x on what seemed like every other question. The professor was flabbergasted, appalled, shocked, in awe.

How the fuck did you fail? You met him after school every day, sometimes even before class started, and went over questions you didn't understand. Oliver almost deemed you hopeless, if only you hadn't look at him with such pleading eyes, a slight pout to your lips as you cocked your head to the side, asking,

"Professor, don't give up on me now, pretty please? I promise to make you proud."

How could Oliver say no to such a pretty thing? Maybe you weren't a lost cause.

Now, you stand before him and he tosses the thick packet of an exam towards you. Oliver appears too calm, and it is starting to make you squirm underneath his scrutinizing gaze.

"Want to tell me how this happened?" Professor asks under his breath, the students filing out the room sending pitying looks your way.

You fidget with the buttons of your blouse as you figure out something to say. "I... well..."

"Look. At. Me." His demanding tone forces you to jerk your face back up at him. "When you talk to me."

"Yeah Prof-"

"Yes, Professor," Oliver corrects, rising to his feet and navigating himself around his desk. He stops a couple inches away from you and points to the exam. "I stayed after for hours, assisting you with any questions you had. You were understanding it, I saw. So how in the hell did you fail?"

You don't reply, just gazing up at him with some sort of emotion he couldn't quite catch floating in your eyes. The professor had to think for a moment. Why exactly did you not pass the test, even though you clearly understood the contents?

Oliver steps closer to you, taking your chin with his pointer and thumb. Your eyes visibly widen, and upon further inspection, your pupils dilated. Your breaths are shallow and barely feather his face.

"Did you... fail it purposely?" The professor questions.

You swallow. "What? I would never."

"You're lying," Oliver hisses, squeezing your chin and you wince slightly, but that didn't stop the blush spreading across your cheeks. "You failed something I prepared you for. Do you take me as an idiot?"

"Only sometimes," you mumble under your breath and it irks him.

"The audacity," Oliver breathes, releasing your chin but not stepping away. "For wasting my time, my valuable time, you're going to make it up to me."

"Wha-"

Oliver presses you against his desk, standing in between your legs as he bunches the skirt around your hips. The professor leans close to your ear, whispering dirty things that make the tips of your ears go red.

"Is this what you wanted? for me to punish you?" Oliver whispers, pressing himself into you, his hard erection brushing against your thigh.

"Professor, w-wait!" You stammer, pressing your hands against his chest while he kisses down your neck, leaving behind heat trailing down. "What if someone hears?"

"They won't," Oliver responds, ripping off your underwear with just a finger. "Flimsy thing. As for you, you'll be a good slut and stay quiet, mm?"

You shiver as the cool air hits your searing hot core and your legs close around his hips. Oliver traps your mouth with his, hunger in every deep kiss. You moan quietly, and then arch your back as his thumb traces circles on your clit. Oliver spreads your folds open with ease, one finger pumping in and out of your wet hole while the other circles the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Professor," you gasp against his lips, hands gripping the back of his dress shirt hard.

"Shut up," he growls, plunging another finger inside and causing you to cry out. "I said shut up. I thought you would at the very least have some smarts in you. You're just a dumb, horny bitch who's willing to throw her whole college life away, just to fuck her professor?"

You whine, the heat in your face rising as you hide your face in his neck, legs shaking. His fingers piston in and out with surprising speed, curling and prodding at all the right spots. You feel the tension in your stomach build up, your noises bubbling out of you but you try your hardest to hide it.

"Look how wet you are," Oliver cooes, pulling his fingers out to slap your cunt. You squeal, your hole clamping on nothing. "Take off your shirt."

You nod obediently, lifting your shirt up and over your head, discarding it to the side. You unclip your bra without another word, the professor's eyes watching with a dark lust.

You cross your arms, under your breasts so they're pushed up as you smile innocently. "Will this help my grade, Professor?"

"If you deserve it," Oliver says, voice low and husky, unbuckling his pants and letting them drop to the floor. His hands snatch your hips, slanting them to his cock. You yelp, falling back on your palms and the professor shoves himself inside you. A cry almost escapes your lips if he hadn't slapped a hand over your mouth.

"I said, keep your voice down," he snarls.

Tears brim your eyes at the stretch, nails digging into the wooden desk. Oliver groans quietly at the tightness, swearing in his native tongue quietly. You breathe rapidly through your nose, the harsh stretch slowly becoming pleasing as you roll your hips a bit.

The professor's other hand grips your thigh hard, dragging his cock in and out slowly through your fluttering walls. Slow and steady, your soft noises muffled.

Right before he rams hard into you. Your eyes roll back and a loud muffled moan. Like a beast unleashed, Oliver ruts inside you, panting and groaning. They're very low and quiet, compared to your high pitched whines.

"Fucking whore," the professor mutters, skin against skin resonating through the empty class room. Your slick coating his length and balls, it is so easy to just force his way through, brushing against your sweet spot. It made you stars in your vision, and it didn't take long until all you saw was white.

You release hard against cock, a shudder taking over your body. At the same time, Oliver cums inside you, ribbons of white covering your walls as he lets out a low guttural moan. The stickiness connecting you both as you gasp for breath after he removes his hand off your face.

"We're not done," Oliver breathes, pinching a tit and you whimper. "I told you I was going to punish you for wasting my time. I'm going to use you, the way you used me."

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andkisses · 1 year ago

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♡ warmth, gold, and honey | jungwon ♡

prompt: You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff

♡ jungwon x gn!reader | wc. 1.8k ♡ genres/tropes: vampire!jungwon, human!reader, college!au, some fluff, some confessions, a kiss ♡ mentions of/warnings: mentions of a cheating ex, i think that’s all? also one pet name usage ♡ a/n: meant to post this at halloween but forgot i had it lol a rewrite of something i had written a long time ago but never posted, enjoy <3 tfw u extend a drabble from 517 words to nearly four times that lol

♡ masterlist ♡

When you first met him, you were terrified. Who wouldn’t be? Everything you’d ever heard about his kind sent chills down your spine and made you want to curl up and hide and never leave. You didn’t even know what he really was then. He was just there, tall and intimidating as hell. You really shouldn’t have come to this party. You should be back at your place, studying for your next exam. A boring life was a safe, vampire-free life, yeah?

But after you met Yang Jungwon and learned his secret truth, your perspective on things changed quite drastically. It happened quite fast, actually, this change of heart. Vampires weren’t 100% scary anymore—though, don’t get it confused, Jungwon, as fair as he may be, could turn scary in an instant. They were merely beings who had memories of great history, and an incredible knack for storytelling.

On nights you couldn’t sleep—because of life, or a test, or that stupid boy who cheated on you—you’d call him and ask for a story. And every time, without question, he’d oblige, honeyed voice coming through the receiver. The stories Jungwon told were so fantastical, so imaginative, it was hard for you to believe they could have ever been true. But, then again, you were hearing them from a real life vampire, so who’s to say what’s real and what’s not?

Eventually, though, your restless nights start to concern him. You try brushing it off, say it was just a phase because that’s just how life is, or an important incoming exam, or because your stupid ex who cheated on you really, really hurt you. You stop calling, too, spending long moonless nights alone and in silence with nothing but the darkness to keep you company. You could try to remember the stories he told you, but your memory always dulls in comparison.

But if there’s anything you’ve learned after meeting Yang Jungwon, out of everything he’s told you or shown you, it’s that he’s good at reading people.

And he’s especially good at reading you.

Another restless night, paging through a chem textbook you’re too exhausted to even try to understand. The only light coming from your desk lamp, and whatever moonlight could filter down through the fire escape. Not that it was much escape, though, with the last bit of ladder broken and still not replaced. Maybe you should have splurged a little more for an off-campus apartment, or gone halfsies with someone else.

But you do enjoy your apartment, as small and as dingy as it is. It’s yours, even if you still feel like you have to clean extra hard because of him.

When you hear a tap on your window and see him floating outside, a happy smile on his face with a teasing expression to his eyes, you really aren’t as surprised as you expect yourself to be. As you should have been. You let him in, pushing the window up before Jungwon slips in like a lithe Peter Pan. He’s feet gently land on your floor, and while he’s still tall, there’s nothing intimidating about Jungwon now. You dare say he’s the exact opposite for you.

He surveys your room with a blank expression before another smile overtakes his features.

“No wonder you can’t sleep,” he says, a small tsk-tsk in his voice. “The front of the building from when I dropped you off is much nicer. Your room is boring—no stories at all.”

“That’s not true!” you reply, pointing to your shelf full of knickknacks and memories and photographs you’d taken over the years. Some places decidedly empty, a symbolic representation of your heart, but nonetheless–stuff!

“Not those stories, silly,” Jungwon chides. He reaches to take your hand, and it sends a chill straight to your heart, the spark it causes and the warmth you feel. Another thing you learned from knowing him–those stories about vampires being cold? Just a silly myth. Jungwon squeezes your hand again. “I mean stories like these.”

With a wave of his hand, a glittering scene appears in the empty space in front of you. An ocean slowly eats away at the shiny shore, everything bathed in the warm, vibrant colors of sunset. You can even hear the waves and smell the salty sea air, seagulls cawing in the distance. The golden glow of the image warms even the darkest corners of your room. You reach for the image, but your hand falls through.

“How did you—?” You look up at him, mouth slightly agape.

Jungwon laughs, a small one that lifts your heart, and uses his free hand to tap at his temple. “Magic,” he chimes with a wink, and now you’re both laughing.

By three in the morning, long after he’d shown up, you’re side by side on your bed, staring at the ceiling as Jungwon plants image after image. Each with their own story he whispers just for you. He even teaches you how to bring them back on your own, with your own brand of mundane magic.

“For whenever you need them,” he whispers, holding your hand close to his heart. “For whenever I can’t be near.”

You blink, and your throat catches at the idea of Jungwon not being here. You scan his face, the features you’ve made yourself very familiar with. You may not be able to recall Jungwon’s stories in color, but you’ve always been able to recall him in sparkling detail. You start to wonder about things, creating a timeline in your head as you gaze back up at the ceiling. Jungwon had told a story of star crossed lovers who actually ended up together. The glittery image of them sitting side by side, staring out into the ocean, curled into one another stares back at you.

You think about the night you met Jungwon, the night you’d your ex–then your boyfriend–making out and cheating on you with someone else in the corner of the kitchen. You’d gone in for more ice, and ended up shattering your reality as you knew. Then, you met a vampire, so maybe that night was destined to be odd.

You think about what’s happened since, the tentative friendship you find blossoming between you two. Jungwon attends your university–which you find stupid because why would you voluntarily submit yourself to such torture as organic chemistry–but Jungwon tells you it’s to see people, see how they’ve changed and how they’ve stayed the same since he’d turned.

“Besides,” Jungwon had said, tapping his pen against his temple when you’d gone to study together after class, “I already know just about everything. Makes test taking really easy.”

You think about how much you truly enjoy being in Jungwon’s company. How he sets you at ease, makes you laugh. The stories he tells, how he seems to have them only for you. You think about right now, his shoulder and knees pressed against your own. How he holds your hand against his heart. How he’s still watching you when you turn back to him, eyes soft and delicate.

As are his words when he asks, barely above a whisper, “What are you thinking about?”

You decide to be honest. “You.”

Jungwon blinks, eyes quickly going over your face, a small smile teasing the corner of his lips. His hold on your hand tightens just that much. “Why?”

“Because…” Your words fall short. Is this really where this conversation is going? You could overthink it to the moon and back, but you already know it would change your mind. There’s a reason you can feel the tips of your ears burning, a reason being so close to him makes your heart race. You stare into his eyes, so sweet and homey, and tell the truth. “I think I like you, Jungwon. A lot.”

He flashes you that brilliant smile, the one you know is just for you, the one that makes your heart lurch. “You like me?” he echoes through a smile. Then, he tilts his head, teasing. “Or my stories?”

You pull your hand free to whack him in the chest, earning you laughter. “I pour my heart out and this is the thanks I get?”

Jungwon’s hand, now free from holding yours, reaches across to cup your cheek. “Darling,” he says, and you feel your skin beneath his touch burn, “you did not pour your heart out. You told the truth, which is good. But pouring your heart out?” He shakes his head softly, turned towards you against the pillow.

Somehow, you’ve both gone from flat on your back to on your side, facing each other. You pout, even if your heart sings at how Jungwon is looking at you. “Then what does pouring your heart out look like, hm?”

Jungwon smiles, something sly and cunning, as if he’s waited a long time for this. “Well, I think it would sound something like this.” He pauses a moment before going on. “It’s how when I first saw you at the party, I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. Then I gathered you were already seeing someone, but then to see you cry? Because of what he did to you?”

Jungwon frowns at the memory. “Then we found each other at school, and we kept talking, and talking. And somewhere you found about me, but you didn’t care. And I told you stories every time you called because I needed an excuse to hear your voice or make you laugh. Because it was the best thing I could hear. Then, you stopped calling. And I didn’t expect it to hurt so much.”

“Why?” you ask without even trying. It slips out in a pause in Jungwon’s speech.

He smiles, using his thumb to softly rub back and forth on your cheek. “I didn’t expect it to hurt because I’ve done this before–shared stories with people,” he says. “To be honest, it took me a while to figure out what was wrong, because I hadn’t felt it. At least not in a long time. When I realized it’s because I like you a lot, I had to figure out something to do.”

You can’t help but stare. “You like me back?”

“I fear I may love you,” he says softly, and you feel a knot in your stomach. He moves closer, using his hand on your cheek to tilt your chin up towards him, his lips a breath away from yours. You try to remind yourself to breathe. Your hand reaches out to cling to his shirt. “I’ve met so, so many people in my years, and then I met you. And you were suddenly everything that was missing, and I can’t help but think that…”

“That we’re meant to be?”

In the time you’ve known him, you’ve almost always associated Jungwon with warmth. First, him dispelling that silly legend about vampires being cold, or even heartless. You’d heard it the first time he enveloped you in a hug, when you broke down crying explaining what your ex had done to you. Then, his stories, his honeyed voice painting fantastical stories over the phone. The magic he has, producing the glittery golden scenes around you. His hand, so tender and gentle as it cups your cheek, fingers pressing delicate against the nape of your neck.

But Jungwon’s kisses? The warmest of them all.

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kyezone · 1 year ago

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﹐﹕ first kisses with you

ʚ synopsis : atsumu and kiyoomi kiss for the first time. sort of.

pairings — sakusa kiyoomi & miya atsumu, haikyuu

author's note — sakuatsu my beloved :[ this is basically just a short drabble of how i think their first kiss went. i like to think they already knew each other since middle school and went to the same summer volleyball class. this is just self-indulgent and based off of this skts piece! (it's my favorite fr). enjoy !

"This is stupid," Kiyoomi (14) grumbles, shaking his head. Sitting across him on the bed in the same cross-legged position is none other than that cocky setter, Miya Atsumu (15).

Kiyoomi, for the life of him, has no idea how he got swept up into this current predicament. Trust Atsumu to make someone like Sakusa Kiyoomi lose all sense of rationality.

Atsumu pouts at him. " 'S not stupid!" He retorts. "Aren't ya curious, Omi-Omi?" Kiyoomi grimaces at the nickname, ignores how it makes his heart flutter ever so slightly.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't" He admits, ever the truthful boy. "But I'd rather give my first kiss to a frog than you," He says flatly. It's true, call Kiyoomi old-fashioned but he wants to save his first kiss for the person he's going to spend the rest of his life with. He wasn't going to give it to just anyone, let alone someone like Miya freaking Atsumu.

Atsumu gasps like dramatic slob he is, a hand clutching at his chest as if to better show his hurt. "Well, 'scuse me I don't fit inta yer standards, Omi!"

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes. "Why don't you find someone else to do this with?" He asks, head tilting to the side. Atsumu remains quiets for a moment and Kiyoomi can see the exact moment a faint blush colors his skin. He suddenly hopes he isn't doing the same.

"I ... I don' wan' it ta be someone else ..." Atsumu's voice is small and shy and not at all what Kiyoomi has come to expect of this arrogant and loud guy. For once, Kiyoomi thinks, Atsumu is acting like boys his age usually would when in the presence of their crush.

Wait.

Kiyoomi shakes away the thought. He shudders. Yeah right. It's quiet between them for a moment. Kiyoomi takes the oppurtunity to sneak glances at Atsumu. Brown hair and chocolate eyes, slightly tanned skin sprinkled with freckles.

Atsumu's fiddling with the volleyball between his legs, tapping on it slightly. It's obvious that he has no idea what to do now so Kiyoomi brings it upon himself to slice through the silence. "Fine," He says, and it's enough for Atsumu who's eyes glow with excitement.

"A'ight!" He exclaims, but he doesn't make a move.

They aren't exactly sure how to go about this. Atsumu studies Kiyoomi like an exam and Kiyoomi can't help but squirm uncomfortablly under his gaze. He watches with batted breath as Atsumu inhales sharply, squeezes his eyes shut, and leans in.

Kiyoomi does the same, eyes screwing closed as he anticipates, lips are pursed awkwardly. He can feel Atsumu invading his personal space and his hand goes flying into Atsumu's arm (Atsumu isn't any better, gripping onto Kiyoomi's shirt and undoubtedly crumpling it in the process), trying to calm himself as Atsumu's lips finally meet his.

Neither of them move, too scared to even do anything to fix the awkward position they're in. They don't open their eyes either and Kiyoomi can feel Atsumu's hand quiver, trying his best to keep himself steady and not fall into Kiyoomi's lap. Comedically, it takes them an entire minute before they finally break apart.

Atsumu is flushed red, but there's a big, toothy grin splayed across his face, perfectly encapsulating his joy and excitement. While he's over the moon, Kiyoomi is mortified. He sits there, completely dumbfounded.

He wipes at his mouth vigorously, suddenly able to think clearly again. He just kissed Miya Atsumu. His first kiss. Was with Miya. Atsumu. He's petrified.

The scariest part of all this? He wants to do it again. He shivers.

Oh god!

"Ya don't gotta be so dramatic 'bout it," Atsumu scoffs, pouting childishly. He leans forward teasingly and Kiyoomi can see his cockiness coming back as he does. He hates how he can feel his cheeks start to warm. "I know ya liked it," He teases, winking cheekily. Kiyoomi is unimpressed by this; leave it to Atsumu to be proud of his kiss with zero technique and zero experience.

Kiyoomi shoves him off the bed and Atsumu yelps when his bottom hits the tiled floors. "What the hell!" He cries.

"Don't flatter yourself," Kiyoomi grumbles, scurrying under his blanket. He tunes out Atsumu's rambling and complaints, instead focusing on trying to will his heart to calm down.

Gah, he can't believe it. He wasted his first kiss on Miya Atsumu. It wasn't like he was going to marry Atsumu, he wasn't going to spend the rest of his life with this snobby idiot. Over his dead body!

Kiyoomi stirs awake, eyes heavy with sleep. He looks around the room, the sun just now beginning to rise, bathing the room in a purple and dreamy glow. His eyes land on a patch of blonde hair next to him, snorting softly as Atsumu snored.

He yawns, laying back down and pulling the blanket over them. He pulls Atsumu's sleeping form closer to him, enjoying his warmth as he pressed a chaste kiss on the ring on his finger.

His 15-year-old self would go insane if he told him he would indeed marry the person he gave his first kiss to.

#haikyuu #fluff #haikyuu fluff #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #sakusa x atsumu #kiyoomi has the biggest crush on atsumu #he just won't admit it #they're so stupid

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blossom-hwa · 2 years ago

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Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a skz seungmin academic rivals to lovers drabble? Love your work, especially your Whispers of Nature supernatural au!!

thank you for the request and your kind comment, I'm glad you liked the series! hope you didn't mind me inserting the spiderverse into this drabble - ever since I watched the new movie I've been itching to write something with it, and this idea struck me with help from @wingkkun (thanks chip <3). please enjoy!

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

Title: The Bane of My Existence, the Reason I'm Alive

Pairing: Seungmin x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: fluff, angst, Spiderverse!au, university!au

Warnings: injury, cursing, a mention of porn as part of a joke (no actual sex/suggestiveness)

3:55 PM.

You slide into the seat of the lecture hall, five minutes before your exam is supposed to start. Physics—your best and favorite subject, and also the one you happen to have studied the absolute most for just to be absolutely certainthat you'll beat Seungmin Kim, the bane of your entire existence.

Which, to be fair, is not entirely true. Because for one thing, the stupid criminals and villains you fight every week as your spider-based alter ego are far bigger nuisances than he is. Doc Ock nearly killed you, physically and metaphorically and sarcastically. You're still recovering from the shock of live tentacle porn crawling down the streets of Manhattan—you're not quite sure you'll ever get over that, which is something you made sure to say when he was wrapped tidily up in your webs and the police were coming to take him away.

And for the record, Seungmin does seem like a nice guy—for the most part, at least. He's got a sense of humor and he's friendly enough, liked by most of the student body even though he transferred to your university very suddenly just a month or two ago. But his smile—his stupid smile—whenever he beats you in a test in one of the classes you share, his stupid little shrug when you beat him like it doesn't matter at all to him, this one-sided rivalry of yours—

Ugh. You grit your teeth just thinking about it. Enough said. He's the bane of your existence. That's it.

And…

You look around the room.

And he's not here.

Huh. You frown. The TAs have already started passing out the tests, starting from the front and back and making their steady way to the middle where you usually sit, Seungmin just one row in front. But the seat he always takes is suspiciously empty right now, his head of black hair nowhere to be seen anywhere in the room.

Your frown deepens as a TA passes you an exam sheet face down. Why would he miss an exam? You've only known him for a couple of months but he doesn't seem like the type to skip a test—or, at least if he had to, he'd probably have said something about it in passing when you two eventually got to bickering like you always do—so why?

A bubble of worry starts to build in your stomach, which is so dumb—why should you care? Why the fuck should you? It's just Seungmin, Seungmin Kim who's not even really a friend. He's just a guy. A dude that infuriates you a little too much when it comes to your need for academic validation.

The clock strikes four. Papers rustle around the room. You flip over your own exam and force all thoughts of a certain Seungmin Kim out of your mind once and for all.

He's not your problem.

. . . . .

4:30 PM.

DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER—

It hits you with a jolt—almost physically. You let out a gasp and the tip of your pencil breaks when you press it too hard into the paper, blinking furiously. The sense—the spider-sense—

DANGER DANGER DANGER

Your breath catches. Someone next to you gives you a sidelong glare and somewhere else someone hisses in frustration, but you can only force yourself to sit. And breath. And focus on what exactly you're going to do next.

Physics exam. Saving the city from possible disaster.

Seungmin's not here. It's silly and even selfish to think about now, but it makes the decision so much easier to know that at least compared to him, your half-finished test won't matter.

You hand your test to the nearest TA and sprint out of the hall.

. . . . .

4:47 PM.

"You're late to the party!"

That's the greeting Spider-Min tosses over as you swing into the fray. Despite the huge lizard monster thingrampaging through the streets, you grin—for all your initial frustration when a new spider person suddenly appeared in town, clearly more experienced than you, you think you can now count Min, as he has you call him, as one of your friends. He caught you when you were just starting out this vigilante gig and has since taught you so much.

It's also just really nice to have someone around who understands living a dual life like this.

"Well, excuse me for having a physics exam! How'd you get here so fast?" You lash out with your webs, slamming the monster's snapping jaws shut. It tries to roar but can't, so it settles for stomping over half a dozen cars instead. Screams erupt from the streets.

Shit. You leap from the side of a building, scooping up civilians and depositing them further away. "Better run!" you yell, waiting just long enough to make sure they survive their mad scramble to safety before turning back to the fight.

"Happened to be in Brooklyn when it started causing chaos, nerd!"

"Oh, suck it!" You punch one of the lizard's claws away, rolling your eyes under your mask. "As if you're not the exact fucking same, dickhead—"

Min laughs. It's a bright sound, warm and heavy and like one of the last rays of sunlight permeating your suit, warming you up from inside and out.

And even though you've most certainly failed a test for the first time in your life, even though you're still smarting over the fact that you worried about Seungmin Kim, even though you're fighting a lurid green lizard monster that's just managed to tear your webbing away from its mouth, you don't find it very difficult to laugh, too.

. . . . .

4:59 PM.

The lizard monster won't go down. Just—won't. It's annoyingly persistent and it fucking regenerates limbs—both you and Min have screamed some obscenity about this at least five times each because while the regeneration is slow, it's incredibly disturbing to watch in real time as well as annoying to deal with when you're trying to subdue it.

And, of course, there are a select few idiot civilians who insist on making your lives harder. It's usually a few foolhardy police who don't like vigilantes, but this time, there's a vlogger.

For real. A vlogger. Trying to film the fight from way too close.

And what does said vlogger get for his efforts? A chunk of rubble falling on his head. Or it would have fallen on his head if you hadn't abandoned the fight to sweep him out of the way, leaving Min to fight the creature on his own for a few dangerous seconds. "RUN!" you yell, shoving the stunned vlogger towards the police before spinning around to face the lizard creature that Min's still fighting alone.

Only—

It happens so fast you almost miss it. Something like—a computer glitch, almost. A spasm. That's as close as you can get to describing it, a sort of television static ripping through the air and distorting Min's image into a blur of—pixels, almost, though that doesn't make sense because pixels only exist in screens and not in real damn life.

It's fast. Half a second, maybe. But it's enough for the lizard's tail to sweep through the air, smacking the already falling Spider-Min into a building and hurtling him to the ground.

A blurry screech fills your ears. Only later will you realize you were the one who made the sound.

You sprint and leap onto the side of a building, shooting out desperate strands of web. By some miracle streak of luck, one of them catches Min in the back as he falls. You nearly fall yourself with the sudden weight at the end of the strand but you force yourself to hold on, to grab your friend before he falls.

"Min?" You land behind a pile of rubble, patting his cheeks. "Min!"

He doesn't respond.

Panic almost blinds you. Your head feels fuzzy and you can't see clearly, can't really breathe either, but you press two numb fingers to his neck and nearly swoon with relief when you feel a faint pulse beneath his suit.

Somewhere above you, the lizard hisses. You look up to see the hideous green face swinging left to right. Looking for Min. Looking for you.

You swallow hard. Min's in no condition to fight. He's out cold. His suit is shredded, showing bloody scrapes on his skin, and half his mask has been torn off.

Taking a shaky breath, you gently lower Min to the ground and step out from behind the rubble. "Over here, ugly!" you scream to disguise the fear freezing the blood in your veins.

Time to go on alone, just like you did before.

. . . . .

5:13 PM.

After Min falls, you don't know what happens.

Seriously. You don't. You know there was fear, you know there was rage, you know there was red crossing your vision that wasn't from your mask—but you don't know what happened. You just know that ten short but still horrifically long minutes later, you knocked the lizard out and it morphed into a human who you wrapped tightly in your webs and strung from a building for the cops to grab before ducking behind the rubble to pick up Min, who was still out cold.

He's still out cold as you swing him across the city and in through the window of your dorm.

Your body hangs on just long enough for you to deposit him on your bed and check his pulse to ensure that he is in fact still breathing. Then your legs give out and you fall to the floor.

For several long minutes, you can only sit there and gasp. Breathe. Try to make sense of everything that happened—lizard man, vlogger, glitch-pixel-what-the-fuck-Min, unconscious Min.

Most of it can be explained. Lizard man: experiment gone wrong. Probably. Vlogger: people are idiots. Unconscious Min: he got smacked into a wall.

But the glitch-pixel bit.

What the fuck was that.

You rip off your mask and take a gasping breath. Somewhere nearby you spot your water bottle and drain most of it in two gulps. You dump the rest on your face.

The cool water splashing onto your skin brings your mind back to focus, just a little bit. Enough for you to finally take a good look at Min on your bed, still unconscious.

Already some of the smaller scrapes have faded from his skin, visible through the torn fabric of his suit. You breathe a little sigh of relief, pushing yourself back up to take a closer look—not too close, because it feels kind of like an invasion of privacy, but enough to reassure yourself. Just a little bit.

Then your gaze falls on his face, where half of his mask has been torn off.

Your first instinct is to look away. You've never shown Min your face, nor has he shown you his. It's an unspoken agreement between the two of you to keep it quiet—not because you don't trust each other, but because you just didn't. No one knows you. No one knows Spider-Min. It's meant to be this way.

But almost against your will, you have to look again. Because there's something very familiar about the bottom of his face. The set of his jaw, the pale skin of his cheeks, the tilt of his nose half covered by a little flap of fabric still hanging on. And though you look away almost immediately, the familiarity stays. Tugs at your mind in all the wrong ways.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Half of you screams to look again. The other half screams to turn yourself away. And between the two halves, a little piece of your mind is whirring, trying to figure out who Min looks like to you.

And then.

It hits you.

Seungmin Kim.

Your eyes fly open, immediately lighting on Min. The jaw, the face shape—his laugh, his voice—his name, Min—

"Happened to be in Brooklyn while it started causing chaos, nerd!"

No wonder he wasn't taking the physics exam.

A strangled noise leaves your throat. Spider-Min. Seungmin Kim. Fellow spider person. Academic rival. You don't want to believe it—can't believe it—but all the evidence is staring you in the face, quite literally in your face—

If you just lift off his mask you'll know for sure.

Before you even realize it, one hand is reaching out for the torn edge of the mask, fingers itching to pull back the fabric and confirm every one of your horrible suspicions. They can't be the same—not the bane of your existence and half the reason you're still alive—but—

And then it happens again. The glitch. Pixels scrambling with radio static, television buzzing but in real life. Only for a second but just enough for you to watch Min blur in and out of reality the way he did during the fight. Enough for you to confirm that you weren't losing your mind then.

Though you just might be now.

To your horror, Min—Seungmin—what the fuck, did you bring Seungmin Kim back into your own bed, what the fuck—his eyes flutter. His lips part, just slightly. His breath catches.

You clap a hand over your own mouth, stifling something that feels half like a sob, half like a scream. And as Min's body shifts, his eyes starting to blink open, you do the only thing you can think to do.

Trembling fingers pull your mask over your face, and you jump out of the window.

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