#the interlocked fingers almost took me out but we won

[hoth-and-cold]

It finally happened and I am so happy

Our third commission comes from @shakespeareaddict, who went straight to the heart with Thrawn who has absolutely no respect for Admiral Pietts cap as he ponders on the poor mans head

Thank you so so much for this one, I had a field day and a half!

[glitterjay]

PLS PLS PLS I NEED SOME ROUGH OR SOFT SMUT FOR THUS MAN IM FKINF CRAYZ PLS 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

⭒ choking, make out, head (m. receiving), suggestive content under cut, mdni

⭒ c's note: this won.... i hope this is good enough!

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jungwon had always been a very reserved guy. he was in perfect shape, just very shy overall. so when you suggested wearing matching outfits that included sleevles shirts, he was thinking about it.

he eventually gave in to see you happy, but boy was he nervous. you guys had a date at this restaurant you found, and all jungwon could do was hug himself to try and hide his arms a little.

"babe, you look amazing, i promise." you readsured. he knew you were telling the truth, but he couldn't help feeling a little insecure.

it was until you guys were at the restaurant that he noticed how long you'd stare at his arms. your mouth would hang open slightly, almost drooling, god knows what going through your head. the way you swallowed every time his arms would flex a littlex and how your eyes would travel to the ring on his fingers.

you had chosen the whole outfit for him, accesories included. little did you know this would have you dripping wet in a restaurant at peak hour.

"darling, close your mouth," he said, looking around for signs of someone noticing how hungry you were for him. in reality, everyone was busy enough to care about a young cuple having a date. let alone the girlfriend openly eye fucking the guy in front of her who she calls boyfriend.

"the food is going to take a while," you pointed out, to which jungwon simply nodded along. "can you come with me real quick?"

his face was that of a lost puppy, leaning to the side cutely as he cocked an eyebrow at you. you simply stood up and took his arm (which felt wonderful under your touch) and rushed him to the section labeled as "bathrooms."

"wow wow wow. are we really doing this here?" he asked the moment you took both of your bodies to a family restroom, locking the door behind you. not replying to the million questions that followed, you took his arms in your hands, caressing them softly.

"i couldn't hold it anymore." you defended yourself. your hands traveled to his own, interlocking your fingers with his right hand, as you took the left one and landed it perfectly around your own neck.

if he was being completely honest, this whole situation had him rock solid. your needy and hungry eyes mixed with the fact that you both were in a restaurant was only exciting him more.

his hand squeezed your neck. not hard enough to cut the air, but just the right amount to make you gasp. jungwon took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

he was a messy kisser, and you loved that about him. his own desperation took over quickly, turning the make out into a war of whose tongue could assert dominance over the other. and of course, jungwon always won.

you were quick to separate yourself from him, sushing his whines with a giggle as you dropped to your knees. your face was right in front of the very obvious buldge that had grown under his jeans. there was no way you could let him walk out of there like that, so you took matters into your own hands. or, in this case, your mouth.

jungwon helped by unlocklong the belt that was just there for aesthetics and unbuttoned his jeans as fast as his clumbsy hands let him. the view of his own body towering over you made his cock twitch. his right hand went straight to your hair, grabbing a handful of it just cause he could. the rings added a visual to the whole thing. maybe he would start using them more.

you licked your lips and pulled down his boxers, letting his cock free to the world. the tip was already leaking precum, which you licked as if it were a popsicle. jungwon let out a low humm, pushing your head closer to his hip.

you grabbed the base of his dick and started doing your job. the way you were able to get at it at full speed in a matter of seconds never failed to amaze your boyfriend. if there was one thing jungwon loved, it was getting head from you.

-

you could tell he was close by the way his grip on your head got tighter and how his hips rammed into your throat, making you gag. the vibration of your sounds sent electric shocks through his whole body. his soft hums turned into loud, high moans.

for the final show, you got as much air as you could through your nose and swalled him deep. your nose was able to touch his pelvis, and this sent jungwon over the edge. he didn't even get to warn you, his cock releasing the shots of warm cum right in the back of your thorat.

he was gasping for air, chest moving hard and fast as he took in deep breaths. you whipped the bits of cum and saliva that had dripped from the corner of your mouth, helping him get his boxers and pants back in place.

he giggled when you kissed him sweetly, as if you hadn't just sucked the life out him just a few seconds ago.

"i might have to start wearing more revealing clothes."

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[elllisaaa]

how seventeen would confess to you - vu vers.

-> pairing : svt vu × gn!reader

-> words count : 3.5k words

-> genre : svt members crushing on you, fluff

-> warnings : while make you giggle and kick your feet

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist

hhu vers. | vu vers. | pu vers.

YOON JEONGHAN - SNEAKY

he’s a tease.

i’m sorry but do something ridiculous and he’s gonna bring it back until the end of your life.  

but you’ve been friends for a long time, and you have many embarrassing things to remind him too. 

so it’s really a silly little war of who will tell the most unhinged story about the other. 

both of you like to do game nights, but you eventually realized how competitive he was, and how he didn’t mind cheating as long as he won, luckily, you were the same.

it makes you laugh most of the time, especially when he is like that with his members.

but he also knows when to calm down and be serious. he would be there for you without you even needing to say anything.

i think he’s a great listener too, ready to ease all your worries and remind you of your own value. 

he’s the sweetest when he wants to, but he’s also a menace.

because he’s also flirty sometimes, playing it as a joke but deep down, he hopes that one day you’ll catch on how much you actually mean to him. 

being the tease he is, his confession would be like that too.

“- So, I need your advice on a situation.”

You sat in front of him, handing him a hot mug of tea, enough to last through all his gossip. It was not unusual for the both of you to meet on your days off and just spill the tea about your coworkers and friends, laughing at each other's stories. 

“- I’m all ears !

I have a friend who’s like… Really in love with his best friend, he has been for years actually. I think everyone around them has noticed how much he likes them, except them of course. And he wants to finally confess, but he doesn't know how to, and I don’t know how to help him myself.”

Jeonghan tried to not let any emotion show on his face as he was telling you his well-prepared speech. His goal was to keep on his little game for as long as he could, just to tease you like he loved too. He got out of his thoughts when you talked again, answering his indirect question. 

“- Well, I think he should just go for it. If they’ve been best friends for this long, they should be as comfortable around each other as we are, and he shouldn’t be afraid of breaking their relationship or not. Like, if you were telling me that you have feelings for me, it wouldn’t change anything for me. You’ll still be my best friend.”

Suddenly, doubt was filling up his heart. Has he been mistaken by your behavior and his friends' comments about the two of you ? What made him so sure that you loved him like he loved you ? But now that he was there, he should finish what he started, right ? Jeonghan took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on his cup of tea, too shy to meet yours.

“- And if I tell you that this friend is me… Would you reconsider the best friend title ?”

The silence that answered his question encouraged him to lift his head from the contemplation of his drink, meeting your wide eyes already staring at him, making him giggle. You finally snapped out of it, a soft smile stretching out your lips as you reached for his hand over the counter of your kitchen, interlocking your fingers. Jeonghan hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat going crazy at the simple and sweet gesture. 

“- It depends… If I get to call you my boyfriend, then yes.”

“you can call me whatever you want as long as i’m yours.”

HONG JOSHUA - SECRET

truly a gentleman like he’s holding the door for you, opens your water bottle for you, always asks if you need help when he has free time.

as seventeen makeup artist, you followed them on tour and on almost every event, being one of the seniors of your team. 

and joshua always asked you to do his makeup. 

you assumed it was because he had known you for a long time and was more comfortable around you than another younger makeup artist. 

but as time passed, he started to throw little compliments between asking about your day and what you had for lunch. 

he looooves the way you blush every time he tells you that you’re pretty. h

e’s so sweet too, always has one or two snacks ready when you come to do his makeup because he knows about your habit of skipping meals because of work. 

he would inevitably end up giving you his personal number, and you would talk all day, coming to know each other more and little by little, you fell in love with each other. 

but for the sake of both your jobs, it had to stay a secret, until one particular day. 

“- Where’s Y/N ?

- Ah ! They had to replace someone that called in sick today. I’m sorry, I know you like her to do your makeup.”

Joshua shook his head, encouraging your coworker to go on and carrying a little conversation with her. But she could tell that he was out of it. He was thinking about you. About how he became so used to your presence by his side everyday. How not having you close to him, talking to him, touching his face had him feeling empty, as if something was missing. Well, you were missing. And he didn’t realize until now how much he was relying on you. 

Of course, he knew how dangerous it was for his career to date you, how risky it was regarding your job too, but he couldn’t help being drawn to you everytime, and neither could you, like magnets attracting each other. He stayed professional on stage though, delivering his performance as perfectly as usual, but his members could tell that something was bothering him, and every one of them knew the reason very well : you. 

“- Hey Y/N.

- Joshua ? What are you doing here ?”

He didn’t answer right away, gesturing for you to follow him to an empty dressing room. You couldn’t help throwing glances all around you, making sure that no one was witnessing this. But you trusted Joshua : he would never put you or him in danger voluntarily. 

“- I have to tell you something. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I believe you feel the same about it but I need to tell you regardless.”

His gaze was so soft, so loving, you couldn’t ignore anymore how he made your heart swell. You had noticed that your feelings were mutual, but you also knew that you couldn’t be together. 

“- You know we can’t… I don’t want to hold you back, I don’t want you to take such risks for me. You worked too hard for your dream to give it up just for me.”

Joshua could see your eyes filling up with tears, and he stepped forward, cupping your face in his hands in hopes it would comfort you. All he wanted was to take care of you, not to make you cry. 

“- It’s gonna be complicated, yes, but I don’t want to give up on either my career or you. You’re so dear to me, I think you don’t realize how much you mean to me, how right it feels to be appreciated for who I really am. Maybe… Maybe we can at least try. I love you so much Y/N.”

And how could you say no to that ? To his lovestruck gaze focused on you, only you ? How could you reject him when he’s all you can think about everyday ? You stepped forward to hug him, relaxing in his hold and warmth as Joshua let out an audible sigh of relief too.

“- I love you too, I love you so much…”

“you’ll be my secret, this way I can keep you all to myself.”

LEE JIHOON - IMPOSSIBLE

i think that he would be a little cold with you at first, out of shyness and because he’s an introvert.

but you always made sure to include him In your conversations with the other members, and to talk to him even if he didn’t answer more than two words. 

little by little, he started to open up, to feel really comfortable around you. 

maybe it was because of the way you always focused only on him whenever he was talking, or because you were always interested in whatever he was doing.

would want you to listen to every song he produces before everyone else because he values your opinion so much. 

he didn’t exactly know but he felt something so soothing when he spent time with you. 

so when mingyu told him that you had a boyfriend, he was disappointed – and even more so when he finally met him and saw how badly he treated you.

jihoon would go on and on about how shitty your partner was, advising you to leave him, not only because of his selfish reasons, but mainly because he felt like the boy didn’t deserve you. 

you would come to his studio after every fight, and he couldn’t do anything else than watching you cry your eyes out. 

“- I’m sorry, I’m always here bothering you…

- You’re never bothering me Y/N, if you need me, I’m here.”

You tried to smile, but that only forced another tear to roll down your already soaked cheeks. As if he knew better than yourself what you needed, Jihoon opened his arms and you gladly accepted his hug, basking in his warm embrace. 

“- What did he do this time ?”

Jihoon knew that his tone was accusative. But at this point, he couldn’t care anymore, he couldn’t bear to see you cry every other day because of an asshole who didn’t realize how lucky he was. And he could only assume that he did something bad, because all you’ve ever tried to do was make him happy. 

“- He just.. Forgot our date, again… I’m so tired of this Jihoon, I’m doing my best for this relationship to work but he doesn’t even try…”

Your voice was muffled by his hoodie, your face still buried in his chest as you talked, but your words still broke his heart. He was tired too. Tired of seeing you cry, tired of seeing you wasting your time for someone who didn’t care about you, tired of seeing you think that you were not enough. 

“- You already know what I think about this but… You should really leave him. You deserve to be loved, really loved. And he’s not loving you right.”

Slowly, you lifted your head from his chest, your teary eyes glaring confusingly at him. 

“- But who would love me right ? 

- Me. I would. I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

Jihoon lifted a hand, fingers brushing delicately against your cheek. He knew he could be good for you, knew that he could treat you well if only you let him, if only you let him one chance to prove it, he’ll do anything to make you happy. And you knew he would, knew that you would fit perfectly in his arms. But was it reasonable ? You had been with your partner for two years. Two years and still, what you felt for him never came close to what you felt for Jihoon, to how he made you shiver every time he touched you, to how he made butterflies come alive in your stomach every time he looked at you. 

“- I think you could…”

And even if both of you still needed to figure some things out, you knew that you finally made the right choice. You were finally where you belonged to. 

“i’m going to make up for all the times he couldn’t be by your side.”

LEE SEOKMIN - FLOWERY

sweet and funny.

i feel like he would treat you like his partner even if you’re not, maybe to hint at you that he has feelings but i mostly think it’s just because he cares so much about you.

he’ll do things like giving you his clothes when you’re cold, or feeding you when you want a taste of what he’s eating. 

basically, it’s almost like you’re already together because he’s also very touchy and clingy.

he’ll hug you as a greeting every time, and he always has his arm around your shoulders when you’re sitting next to each other. 

tbh, he would start to question your feelings at one point because was he not making it obvious enough that he had a big crush on you ???

but at the same time, he’s afraid that you mistake that for just a very close friendship so he doesn’t want to ask you straight away either. 

so he would try to make something a little more sneaky by delivering a bouquet of your favorite flowers at your place, with a card only saying “i love you”. 

“- Maybe they’re from Soobin ?”

You and your friend start laughing, but Seokmin, who witnessed the whole conversation, was not. Did you really think that these flowers were from someone else ? He clearly remembered the day you told him what your favorite flowers were, and that you also told him he was the only one to know that. So why would you lie to him ? Or tell it to anybody else ? Maybe it was nothing, but his heart felt heavy as he got back to his video game with Wonwoo. 

You obviously noticed how Seokmin was very distant the whole day. It was supposed to be a fun afternoon with most of your friends, but you ended up being more worried about what was going on with him. Did you do or say something to upset him ? Did you hurt him in any way without being aware ? You couldn’t recall anything that could explain why he was so cold with you.

“- Hey Seokmin…”

The boy turned around when you joined him outside, and he couldn’t avoid you, nor the conversation that would follow this time. He knew that he was being childish, knew that he should have maybe just told you how he felt instead of being upset over you for something you were not responsible for. 

“- Hi Y/N…

- You’ve been kind of avoiding me… Did I do something ? I just want to understand what happened so I can fix it.”

Seokmin closed his eyes and sighed, a pained expression on his face. He was dumb, he was so dumb. He wanted to make you feel loved, not like you did something wrong when it was him who was being sulky over nothing. 

“- Fuck, no… You didn’t do anything, I promise. I’m just a coward.”

You looked at him, confused as you cocked your head to the side and Seokmin turned around to face you, trying to hold your gaze even if he could feel his cheeks start to burn from how ridiculous he felt.

“- The flowers… They are from me. And I heard you say that you think they were from Soobin instead and I… I don’t know why but it hurt because you said that you only told me which one were your favorites. And it made me feel so special, I wanted it to stay our thing.”

You stepped in, until you could hold his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his. The atmosphere had switched to a much lighter one as you smiled at him, finding him very cute as he tried to look composed but was really not, with his red face.

“- I was joking, I knew they were from you, they could only be from you. And yes, it is our thing, because I want to share this kind of thing only with you. You’re special to me, and I wanted to thank you for your gift but you didn’t let me.”

Seokmin shook his head, laughing at his own stupidity. But all that mattered to him was how it turned out in the end. 

“next time i’m offering you flowers, it’s to celebrate our first date.”

BOO SEUNGKWAN - BRAVE

needless to say that he is a drama queen, always has something to bitch and vent about. 

but obviously, you’re the same - that’s why you get along so well - so you’re always here to listen to all his gossip, and vice-versa. 

i think that both of you would also hold a grudge about something ridiculous the other did years ago but that you still bring up during every argument (thinking about me and my best friend fighting over a piece of salad and a potato since middle school)

overall, it’s very entertaining to spend time with him because he’s so sassy… that’s hilarious. 

since you gossip a lot, you know almost everything about each other's lives, you have literally no boundaries. 

and you also love to sit down after a tiring week, with a show you both love as a background noise while you talk about what happened. 

a very comfortable relationship, based on trust and really open-minded.

that’s why you’re not afraid to talk to him about your love life even if seungkwan always seemed to push back on the subject (understandable when he had a crush on you for years).

“- So you’re going to meet with him again ?

- Yeah, I think so… He’s not really my type usually, but he’s not that bad, and he’s kind so maybe I should give him a chance.”

Seungkwan scoffed, looking away from your face and focusing on the tv instead. He didn’t want to hear another one of your failed dates with guys that didn’t deserve you. He never understood why you did that, not when he was right there. 

“- Why do you always react like that ? Do you not want me to find the love of my life ? 

- It’s not where you will find it.”

You hit his shoulder playfully, but you felt a weight on your heart as he rolled his eyes. Seungkwan was never really interested whenever you talked about your current love life. However, he loved to bitch about your exes, but everytime you mentioned a new guy you were expecting to go out with, he seemed almost annoyed. You never understood why, because he loved drama so much, and your dating life was the best source of drama. But for some obscure reason, he stayed silent. 

“- I just don’t want to be alone. 

- We’re always together, you’re not alone.

- I know but… I want to come home and have someone waiting for me and hugging me. And I want to fall asleep in somebody else's arms. And I want to feel loved at the end of the day.”

Your gaze was focused on the show playing on the screen, while Seungkwan was watching you, noticing how your facial expressions had changed. He knew you weren’t joking anymore, and maybe it was time for him to stop being silly too. 

“- I could do all that. You’ll never be alone if you were with me.”

When you looked at Seungkwan again, he was already staring at you, more serious than he had ever been. A smile blossomed on your face, because all you ever wanted was to be his.

“- Does that mean you're willing to offer yourself in sacrifice and be my boyfriend ?”

“if that means spending every day of my life by your side, then yes, i'll do it gladly.”

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Together- Sprace

(Note: I accidentally deleted the ask for this, but I’m 95% @the-real-spot-conlon asked for a Sprace oneshot based off of the prompt “You know damn well we wouldn’t survive without each other”. If it wasn’t you, super sorry, but here it is!)

We won.

The air around Spot was charged with energy and filled with life, the shouts and whoops of his boys drowning out any other sounds as the news spread through their ranks. We won- they’re puttin’ the prices back down! He had to take a moment to breathe, filling his lungs with the oppressively humid yet magical air of that summer’s evening, choking back tears of relief and joy.

Pushing his way through the throng of newsboys, Spot caught the gaze of Jack Kelly as he wrapped Davey Jacobs in a hug, their faces red not only from the exhilaration of the day’s events. Grinning ear-to-ear, his eyes darting from person to person, Spot barely noticed the shout behind him.

“Spot!”

He recognized the voice immediately, and a strange sense of excitement filled his heart at the familiar sound. “Higgins?” he called, cupping his hands around his mouth so he could be heard. “Where are ya?”

“Right here!” came the answer, and Spot nearly rolled his eyes at the sight of Manhattan’s second-in-command, waving at him from his position on top of some old shopkeeper’s cart.

Motioning for Spot to follow him, the other newsie hopped down and took off. Craning his neck to see where he should go, Spot’s footsteps slowly became audible as they reached a quieter section of the street, near the dark and dingy mouth of an alleyway where the sun almost couldn’t reach.

Looking around him, Spot raised an eyebrow. “Higgins,” he repeated, nodding at the taller boy in front of him. Both of them were panting from exertion, faces smudged with pink and hair mussed from running, and Spot couldn't help but think as he took in Race’s appearance that this was the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen.

“Spot.” Race took a step towards him- Spot didn’t need anymore prompting. Stepping forward also, Spot smiled as his lips touched Race’s, curling his hands in the other’s blond curls and laughing as he spun the taller boy around. Race’s lips were soft and warm, and Spot cherished the shot of adrenaline that coursed through his veins as Race sighed into the kiss.

Race stepped back, chuckling as Spot tried to pull him into another kiss. “You came to help us,” he whispered, his voice warm with love.

Spot nodded softly, beaming up at him with a gaze so bright that it could rival the sun. “Sure as hell we did.” He lifted his hand, gently tracing Race’s jawline with his hand. “I guess I couldn’t leave ya alone, huh?”

Race tilted his head, a hint of sadness clouding his elated smile. “Dave told us you refused,” he said, his voice wavering just slightly. “That you said we’d survive just fine on our own.”

“I did… at first.” Spot forced himself to keep eye contact, though it pained him to see the barely covered-up hurt in Race’s baby-blue eyes. “But you know damn well we wouldn’t survive without each other, right?” Shaking his head, Spot chuckled. “I was a fuckin’ idiot, leaving you in the dust. I should’ve gotten my wits about me sooner.”

“Yeah.” Race nodded, a bit of mischief creeping back onto his face. Spot kissed him again, pulling him close, reveling in the warmth of the moment though the air had already begun to cool as evening set in.

“I’m never leaving you again,” Spot promised. Race raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll hold ya to that.” Race laced his fingers through Spot’s, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Spot smiled. “Very well then- I won’t let ya down.”

And so the two stayed as the sun set, talking and laughing and stealing soft kisses under the light of the moon, their hands staying interlocked and their hearts beating beautifully in sync.

[bee-writes-stuffs]

together- Sprace

We won.

The air around Spot was charged with energy and filled with life, the shouts and whoops of his boys drowning out any other sounds as the news spread through their ranks. We won- they’re puttin’ the prices back down! He had to take a moment to breathe, filling his lungs with the oppressively humid yet magical air of that summer’s evening, choking back tears of relief and joy.

Pushing his way through the throng of newsboys, Spot caught the gaze of Jack Kelly as he wrapped Davey Jacobs in a hug, their faces red not only from the exhilaration of the day’s events. Grinning ear-to-ear, his eyes darting from person to person, Spot barely noticed the shout behind him.

“Spot!”

He recognized the voice immediately, and a strange sense of excitement filled his heart at the familiar sound. “Higgins?” he called, cupping his hands around his mouth so he could be heard. “Where are ya?”

“Right here!” came the answer, and Spot nearly rolled his eyes at the sight of Manhattan’s second-in-command, waving at him from his position on top of some old shopkeeper’s cart.

Motioning for Spot to follow him, the other newsie hopped down and took off. Craning his neck to see where he should go, Spot’s footsteps slowly became audible as they reached a quieter section of the street, near the dark and dingy mouth of an alleyway where the sun almost couldn’t reach.

Looking around him, Spot raised an eyebrow. “Higgins,” he repeated, nodding at the taller boy in front of him. Both of them were panting from exertion, faces smudged with pink and hair mussed from running, and Spot couldn't help but think as he took in Race’s appearance that this was the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen.

“Spot.” Race took a step towards him- Spot didn’t need anymore prompting. Stepping forward also, Spot smiled as his lips touched Race’s, curling his hands in the other’s blond curls and laughing as he spun the taller boy around. Race’s lips were soft and warm, and Spot cherished the shot of adrenaline that coursed through his veins as Race sighed into the kiss.

Race stepped back, chuckling as Spot tried to pull him into another kiss. “You came to help us,” he whispered, his voice warm with love.

Spot nodded softly, beaming up at him with a gaze so bright that it could rival the sun. “Sure as hell we did.” He lifted his hand, gently tracing Race’s jawline with his hand. “I guess I couldn’t leave ya alone, huh?”

Race tilted his head, a hint of sadness clouding his elated smile. “Dave told us you refused,” he said, his voice wavering just slightly. “That you said we’d survive just fine on our own.”

“I did… at first.” Spot forced himself to keep eye contact, though it pained him to see the barely covered-up hurt in Race’s baby-blue eyes. “But you know damn well we wouldn’t survive without each other, right?” Shaking his head, Spot chuckled. “I was a fuckin’ idiot, leaving you in the dust. I should’ve gotten my wits about me sooner.”

“Yeah.” Race nodded, a bit of mischief creeping back onto his face. Spot kissed him again, pulling him close, reveling in the warmth of the moment though the air had already begun to cool as evening set in.

“I’m never leaving you again,” Spot promised. Race raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll hold ya to that.” Race laced his fingers through Spot’s, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Spot smiled. “Very well then- I won’t let ya down.”

And so the two stayed as the sun set, talking and laughing and stealing soft kisses under the light of the moon, their hands staying interlocked and their hearts beating beautifully in sync.

[goldenhypen]

▸▸ it was always you — yang jungwon

— ft. jake (& sunghoon-ish) // genre: angst to fluff, exes to lovers!au, non-idol!au // warnings: none? // word count: 1.2k

loud music roared from the large speakers, blaring into your ears. the room was dark, besides the fact that it was lit up by dim, colourful lights.

jungwon kept an eye on you from across the room, watching as an unfamiliar, good-looking boy, around his height, hit on you.

jungwon broke up with you exactly four weeks ago. when he told you he didn’t want to be with you anymore for the most invalid reason, it took you a while to comprehend. in fact, you still felt broken inside from the loss of him in your life.

you two were invited to sunghoon, a mutual friend’s, party at his house, and knowing jungwon wasn’t much of a party person, you decided to go, not expecting him to be there, because really, you could use a little fun at a time like this in your life. you hoped that somehow you could rid your head of any thoughts of jungwon for once during this night.

the boy who was flirting with you, you learned that his name was jake. he was very attractive—there was no denying that—with his deep voice, australian accent, sharp jawline, and that charming smile. you almost liked him, but his flirting was a little overwhelming, especially considering the fact that you still hadn’t fully moved on from your previous relationship.

on jungwon’s end, honestly, he was slightly jealous, but he tried to convince himself otherwise. you’re not his anymore. why would he be jealous? he broke up with you.

you were unaware that jungwon was at the party, and he could tell you were uncomfortable. after analyzing the situation and fighting with his own thoughts, he decided to make a move.

he came up from behind you, and jake noticed as jungwon grew closer with no intention of stopping.

when the younger boy made it to your side, he bent down slightly and grabbed your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours.

feeling the familiar sensation, your eyes met jungwon’s. your face was full of shock, and your heartbeat immediately increased in speed. instinctively, you attempted to pull your hand out of his, but he refused, maintaining a tight hold.

jungwon turned to glare at the older boy before putting on a confident smile.

jake stuttered, not exactly knowing what to say. he gave you an almost betrayed expression that practically screamed, “you have a boyfriend?”

you opened your mouth to explain, but it was no use, as jungwon already began dragging you away.

you hit his shoulder with your free hand, “jungwon! what are you doing?! and why are you even here?”

he didn’t reply; he only continued pulling you along to a quieter part of the house.

“i was having a good time talking to jake-“

“no, you weren’t.”

“um, yeah, i was.”

he just responded with a scoff.

you yanked your hand out of his, causing him to halt in his steps, turning to stare at you.

“what are you doing, jungwon?! we broke up. why can’t you just let me move on? i almost had a chance with that guy.”

“i almost had a chance with that guy,” he mimicked you, “oh, please. you don’t even like him. you were fidgeting. i know you do that when you’re uncomfortable.”

“doesn’t mean i don’t like him!”

“no, you should be thanking me that i got you out of—whatever that was-“

“why are you doing this, won?” you asked, interrupting him.

his eyes left yours as he inhaled deeply.

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, shaking his head slightly.

“are you kidding me?” you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “leave me alone, and stop making yourself welcome in my business. this is my life. you don’t own me!”

you began stomping away before jungwon grabbed your hand again for the second time that night. he pulled you to face him.

“i’m sorry. this is gonna sound stupid, but,” he paused, “i miss you.”

his voice was soft, with a hint of guilt. at the sound of his words, your breath got stuck in your throat, making it hard to breathe for a moment.

“jungwon, this-“ tears began to unwillingly prick your eyes, “this isn’t fair to me. you put me through so much, you have no right to just treat me however you want to. you’re selfish and i’m not some item you can just play around with whenever you want.”

a tear fell, and jungwon watched as it rolled down your cheek. he brought his hand up to wipe it away, but you stepped back slightly before he could, doing it yourself.

he looked down in shame, taking your words seriously.

“you’re right,” he admitted. “and i’m sorry for everything i put you through. i didn’t mean to make you upset, you know that. and i’m not playing around with you like you’re nothing,” he took a deep breath and continued. “i’m gonna say it again. i miss you. i really do. and honestly, after living a month without you, my life feels almost worthless. and i can’t picture the rest of my life without you.”

you didn’t know what to think. obviously, his words had an effect on you. you still had so much love for him, but did he really mean what he was saying? and even if you did get back together, there was still a chance that he would just end up breaking your heart again.

with his hand still holding yours, he pulled you closer so that your faces were barely inches apart.

“can you give me another chance?” he stared at your lips as he spoke softly, only loud enough for you to hear. “please.”

you leaned your forehead onto his as your frown grew larger.

you didn’t have a chance to answer as jungwon leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours as gently as ever. his lips were incredibly soft, and you didn’t pull away, loving and missing the way it felt in his touch.

he took both hands and rested them on your waist, pulling you closer. he treated you so delicately, knowing how vulnerable you remained in that moment.

you brought your hands to his chest, clutching his shirt slightly as you finally kissed him back. it almost felt like a dream.

after a few seconds, he pulled back slightly, his forehead still on yours.

“does this mean i get another chance?” he asked, smiling softly.

you thought about it for a second before nodding with tears in your eyes again.

his lips pulled into a small smile as he brought a hand up to your cheek and wiped away your tears, making your lips do the same.

his smile grew into a larger one that was filled with nothing but genuine joy, a sight that you missed so much.

he kissed you again, pulling your body even closer. his arms were wrapped around your figure, hugging you, and you did the same, snaking your arms around his waist.

you two pulled back after several seconds and looked into each other’s soft eyes.

“i’m so sorry for everything i put you through. you deserve to be treated with nothing but the best, and that’s how i’m gonna treat you from now on,” he left one last kiss on your forehead. “i missed you so much, you don’t even know.”

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Warnings: smut. (Fingering, oral m-receving, unprotected sex, degradation, little bit of Dom!harry) lazertag (idk if that's a warning) swearing.

Word count: 2.6k

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You stood with your back against the wall, you were listening for one voice, one in particular.

“Hell mate, didn't even see ya there,” he laughed.

You raised your gun and jumped out aiming for the sensor on his chest and firing. It took you a few tries, but you managed to hit it at least once powering down his gun.

“Y/N!” Harry groaned as you ran the opposite direction. “We're on the same team you dork,” He yelled.

You jumped behind a large wall, ducking down, so he couldn't find you. You had only agreed to this for one reason, and it was to torment Harry, which seemed to be working flawlessly.

"Y/n," Tom's voice was directly behind you causing you to jump and squeak.

"Thomas," you hissed, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "Can't sneak up on me like that, m'hiding from Baz," you told him, peeking over the wall to see if you could spot him.

"He's on our team y'know," he chuckled.

"Doesn't mean I can't destroy him," you winked at him letting out a giggle before making a run towards another structure. Truth be told, this was all you had wanted when the idea of Laser Tag had been brought up that morning. It brought you pure joy to be a nuisance to Harry, to find his deepest buried nerve and pick at it until he would break. He knew it too, he knew you loved to be the reason he would crack. Harry angry and red hot in the face, that, well it just did something to you, and the way he would choose to take out that anger, whew. You were determined today, to get him to the point of no return, to the point where he had no choice. So as soon as you caught sight of his luscious auburn curls you jumped out, firing the gun and hitting the censor in the middle of his back. "gotcha," you said, sending him a wink.

"Y/n, y/l/n, I swear to fucking god-" he huffed, trudging forward towards you.

"S'not good to swear to God Baz," you teased. He continued towards you until he had you pushed against the wall, the censor vest digging into your back.

"The next time you shoot me, I will make you regret it," he seethed. You nodded quickly, biting your bottom lip. He went to walk away, and right as he did, you fired again, hitting his back censor a second time.

He turned towards you quickly, eyes narrowing, and you could see the red hue of his cheeks even in the dimly lit arena. "Oops," you giggled, dropping your gun and raising your hands in defense.

"You're coming with me," he growled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you behind him towards the exit.

"Oi, what are you doing? We have like 15 minutes left," Tom yelled after you.

"Sorry, you can beat them on your own, right?" You asked, right before Harry tugged you through the door. He pushed you to the wall, standing tall in front of you as he unbuckled your vest, slipping it off your head, and then doing the same with his.

"C'mon," he demanded. The velocity of his voice sent a shiver down your spine as you followed closely.

You were so thankful your hotel room was just a short elevator ride up. You stood silently in the elevator, eyes trained on Harry as he glared daggers at you.

"Could have won, if you hadn't fucked off," he mumbled.

"C'mon Baz, you think I cared about the game?" You asked him, raising your eyebrows in his direction.

The elevator dinged, opening the door to your floor before you were being led to the room the two of you were sharing.

No one knew the things that you and Harry had been taking part in the last few months, honestly you weren't sure what they would think. It had started one night after a bad football game, he was so angry, and it had turned you on beyond belief. You don't remember what exactly happened, but you do remember the second his fingers found their way to your panties you were both done for. Ever since that night, whenever he would get heated, you were there waiting, waiting to take his release, to ease the built up tension, and then after, you were both completely different people. He would clean you up, cuddle with you and send countless praises in your ears.

Was it a dangerous game to be playing? Probably.. Did you ever want it to end? Absolutely not!

Harry opened the door swiftly, pushing you in. "Harry," you giggled as you nearly tripped on one of the suitcases that you had scattered on the floor.

"Oops," he chuckled, steadying you. "Now get into that bed," he instructed.

"Yes sir," you winked before rushing to the bed.

"Why do you have to be such a.." he walked forward grabbing your jaw and turning your face up to him. "a little fucking brat?" He demanded.

You giggled as he outlined your lips with his thumb, pushing it inside your mouth.

If there was one thing that had completely taken you by surprise with Harry, it was how assertive he was in bed. The boy who quite literally seemed like an angel in every aspect of his life, would absolutely wreck you anytime he had the chance. Of course he wouldn't cross any lines you set, but if you gave him the go ahead he would push you until you just couldn't take anymore.

"Gonna be a good girl tonight?" He asked you, a fire burning in his eyes.

"Nope," you mumbled with his thumb still in your mouth.

"Gonna be a little brat?" He asked.

"Mmm," you moaned, sucking on his digit.

"Know what brats get?" He asked you. "Brats don't get all the sweet warming up, no," he pushed you back onto the bed, flipping you to your stomach. "Brats get it straight to the point," he grumbled, practically ripping your leggings from your body and pulling you onto your knees. His fingers quickly found their way to your dripping core, “My good little slut,” he cooed before shoving a finger in with no warning. “Always ready for me,”

You hummed in response as his finger grazed your sweet spot. Harry knew your body like the back of your hand and he knew how to bring you right to the edge, and then quickly back you away. He pulled his finger out of your clenching core, leaving you feeling needy and empty. “Baz,” you groaned.

“What?” He asked you, a cocky smirk on his face. “You thought I was going to let you finish? After tanking the game?” Your mouth dropped open as you were getting ready to say something, but too quickly his hand found its way around your throat squeezing only hard enough to elicit an almost pornographic moan from you. “You drive me fucking crazy,” He growled into your ear. “But you also make my heart skip a beat when i think of those pretty lips around my cock,” you were shocked at the turn he had taken, but

You couldn't lie to yourself, it had you clenching around nothing, wishing for some relief from him. “Put it in my mouth then,” You instructed looking into his soft, warm brown orbs through your dramatically long lashes.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, excitement clear in his voice, “Want me to fuck your face, love?” you couldn't help the moan that left your lips with the use of the pet name, you and harry usually kept things pretty casual, no ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ but specifically no ‘love’. So to hear the name slip past his lips had your heart (and your pussy) wanting more.

“Yes Harry, Please,” You practically begged. He helped you into a sitting position, hand moving from where it had been positioned on your neck to the hem of your shirt quickly stripping you of any clothes that remaned. He followed it up by doing the same, standing fully nude in front of you, cock in his hand as you readied your lips. He took a step towards you as you looked up to see the lust in his eyes as he rubbed his tip on your lips.

"Gonna take it all?" He asked, bringing his hand up to rub his thumb across your cheek. You licked your lips before opening them as he slowly pushed himself into your mouth. You didn't really care for it, a cock in your mouth, but the look on harry's face made you want it, you would do it forever just to see the lust and relief that graced his face with every thrust against your face, the moans that would leave his lips as you would swirl your tongue around his tip when he pulled back, only to push back in with more force, making tears gather in the corner of your eyes. Tears he would wipe away as he whispered how good you were for him, and he would continue his movements until you felt him twitching on your tongue, his cum dripping down your throat, before pulling away, only to wipe your lips of any excess mess that had been made.

"You know your fucking beautiful?" He asked, before bringing his lips down to yours. His lips met yours with a feverish fire, that was almost too much. Any time the two of you would get to this point you would end up feeling upset, because in the grand scheme of things, Harry was it for you, god did you love him, and all of this fooling around wasn't helping any.

Harry's hands found their way to the nape of your neck, before he laid you back and climbed above, lips trailing down your jaw and neck attaching to your nipples as he let his hands wander between your thighs. You wished you could tell him just how badly you wanted him, wanted more. The hookups were nice, perfect, and the aftercare was next level, but you wanted the sleepy cuddly Harry, and The date night Harry.. you wanted every aspect of him.

His fingers teased at your entrance while his thumb drew little circles around your clit. You moaned out his name, finally relieved to be getting some stimulation. "I want to try something different," he mumbled.

"What?" You wondered.

"I want to make love to you," he said shyly. You pulled yourself up to your elbows as you stared shocked at him.

"You- what?"

"We're always going at it like it's the last time, and it's great, but I just want to savor it, savor you, just this once," he explained. You reached out, grabbing him and pulling him up to you as you slammed your lips together.

"Make Love to me then," you mumbled against his lips.

He moved your hands, interlocking your fingers with his before placing them above your head as he kissed you with more passion than you had ever experienced. His tongue flicked against your bottom lip, and you opened letting him in. It was different, and not in a bad way, you had made out with Harry countless times, whether it be in the heat of the moment, a drunk night, or a late night hookup, but this… This felt like more.

"God I love your lips," he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss, reaching down to caress your cheek. The use of the word 'love' leaving you with butterflies in your belly. His hands trailed down your body slowly, as his eyes did the same. "I feel like your body was meant for me," he told you. "The curve of your hips, the way your breasts feel in my hands, how your hair cascades down your back, the way you cling to me while I'm making you mine," he sighed as he looked back up to you. "It's as if someone wrote out the perfect match for me, and they put your name down," he whispered.

You felt tears rush to your eyes, unsure of what he was trying to get at. "Harry," you whispered.

He leaned back down, bringing his face dangerously close to yours, noses touching. You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips, "I want more, I want you," he said before closing the distance.

You were sure you were dreaming. This couldn't be real. He grabbed your hips as he positioned himself between your thighs, not breaking away from your lips. You felt him slowly push into you, bottoming out, before making any other movements. Slow wasn't exactly your thing, sure slow and steady wins the race, but you preferred the fast paced sex that you and Harry usually had, but in that moment, as his lips devoured yours, and his hips met yours gently and slowly, you felt pure Bliss. It wasn't rushed, trying to edge each other on, it wasn't a hidden agenda, just the two of you, lost in each other, lips colliding as you made love.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in your ear, as he kissed from beneath it to your jaw.

"Harry," you moaned out.

"My beautiful girl," he whispered, "gonna make you feel good, yeah?" He asked as his hand sneaked between your bodies. His fingers gently brushed against your nub, but with how turned on you were, it was enough to send a jolt through your body.

"M'close," you let out.

"I know," he told you, as he quickened his movements. "Me too," he grunted. As soon as you felt him twitch inside of you, you clenched around him, orgasm taking control of your body. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you buried your face in his neck. He continued his movements until you let up, a sigh of relief leave your mouth.

You laid like that, him on top of you, you clutching to him, for a while. Finally he got up, walking towards the bathroom and returning with a damp rag. He sat between your legs as he cleaned you up gently, knowing you were probably sensitive. "Harry," you said quietly.

"Yes love?" He asked, glancing up to you.

"What did you mean? By, you want more?" You asked, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Well," he sighed, climbing up and laying down next to you. "You know how Haz and grace are always, holding hands, sharing food, being ridiculously cute, and making us all want to vomit?" He asked you.

"Mm," you nodded.

"I want that, I want to hold your hand as we walk down the pier to watch the sunset, and I want to order one milkshake with two straws and put a dollop of whip cream on your nose, I want people to look at us together and think we are cute, I want to be the reason they want to vomit," he told you.

You let out a chuckle as you reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers together.

"So you want-"

"You to be my girlfriend," he finished.

You couldn't help the smile that creeped onto your face. This was everything that you wanted, and to have him tell you he wanted the same thing? It felt good.

"Alright, on one condition," you said cheekily.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" He asked.

"I want to put the dollop of whip cream on your nose," you giggled. He rolled his eyes before leaning in and capturing your lips with his.

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i think 2 and 25 would be so cute with wanda!! i dunno if you wanted like one for one person only but fhshfjsh

ahh tysm for the request anon!! hope u like it :DD

pairing: wanda maximoff x gn!reader

genre: as fluffy as cotton candy

word count: 782

warnings: brief mentions of food

a/n: i think i enjoyed this one a little too much lmao

2. interlocking pinkies

25. playfully biting someone

Now that the weather is a lot sunnier with a gentle breeze to accompany it, you wanted to bask in the sunshine on your days off rather than your usual routine of staying in bed all day and either reading or watching something. After scrolling a bit on social media, an ad catches your eye. As you read the post, your eyes light up in excitement -- the fair is finally open. Now that your heart is dead set on going to the fair, you didn’t want to go alone. Quickly making your way over to Steve’s room, you knock on his door lightly. Upon seeing his face, you smile and say, “Steve, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Raising his eyebrows, he crosses his arms and replies, “Alright, what is it?”

“Would it be possible to give Wanda the day off tomorrow?”

“Well,” he pauses, thinking it over, “we haven’t been that busy lately so I don’t see why not. Can I ask why, though?”

“Oh! There’s going to be a fair tomorrow and I wanted to take her out on a date.”

Steve grins at your words and moves to ruffle your hair slightly, “I’m very happy for you two. Have fun and be safe tomorrow. ”

Letting out a small “yes”, you thank Steve and make your way to Wanda’s room. You knock on the door a few times before opening it to reveal your girlfriend’s figure lying on the bed. Her head raises at the sound and the moment she sees you with a bright smile, a smile of her own appears. You sit down next to her and ask, “Wans, wanna go to a fair tomorrow night?”

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Tomorrow night rolls around and the two of you are happily strolling around the venue, pinkies interlocked as your eyes dart between the various booths. Gasping out of excitement, the brunette quickly turns to you and motions to a booth that seems to have peaked her interest. Smiling, you nod and let yourself be dragged towards it. You realize that the booth she took you to was one that involved testing one’s strength by slamming a hammer down and hoping the bell at the top would ring.

You let go of her pinky and take the hammer that’s offered to you. The hammer feels light in your hand as you position yourself in front of the machine. Slowly inhaling, you take the handle in both hands, getting ready to swing. With a sharp exhale, the hammer is brought down and within milliseconds a bell sound is heard, followed by cheering from your girlfriend. Letting out a cheer of your own, you take the big cat plush from the man and hand it to Wanda.

“I won this for you, milady.”

Laughing at your antics, she graciously accepts the plush that’s almost her size and intertwines her fingers with yours. You give her a light squeeze before telling her, “Come on, there’s one last thing I want to do.” The witch gives you a look before giving you a slight nod, curious as to what you’re planning.

After a few minutes of searching, you manage to find one of your favorite things at the fair -- the cotton candy stand. You tell her to wait where she is before heading over to the stand and purchasing a cloud of cotton candy. Making your way back to Wanda, a pillow of sugar in hand, you watch as her smile grows bigger and bigger as you get closer.

The two of you find a quiet place to sit down and share the cotton candy, the large cat plush off on the side, partially resting on your lap. You pick off a bit of cotton candy to feed to Wanda. As the sugary treat meets her lips, she playfully bites you causing you to recoil and feign hurt.

With a dramatic gasp, “I've been betrayed by my own girlfriend. How could you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, you’re just so irresistible.”

She watches as your mouth opens and closes with no words coming out, she deals the final blow.

“And I will say, you were definitely sweeter than the cotton candy.”

Feeling your cheeks get warm, you quickly duck your hand into her chest out of embarrassment. You feel her chest vibrate as she giggles and takes the cone out of your hand so you don’t make a mess. A delicate finger hooks under your chin and pulls you out of her chest, meeting the gorgeous eyes you fell in love with. Wanda meets your soft, slightly sugary lips in a delicate embrace and just like cotton candy, you melt into it.

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Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Can I request something for my baby boi Angel? There is a fair/carnival in town so reader and Angel go to have some fun. Just some good, old fashioned fluff maybe even have Angel win her a big stuffy and a romantic kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel with a hint of what might happen once they get home

Warnings: language, Angel and the guys being cuties

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I only know what the county fairs are like in my home-town so that’s what I based this off of! I included the demolition derby because it has always been my fave part of the fair hands-down lol. Plus, the guys would totally be into doing something like that lmao

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Going to the fair had started off as a group event. Things had been quiet with the club and you suggested that they take advantage of the extra free time and do something fun. Who knew when things would be so quiet again? All of the guys had been quick to agree, and the fair being in town just made for a perfect opportunity to get out and unwind—to just be regular people instead of guys who ran drugs for a cartel. It was nice to see them all so happy and goofing around.

Throughout the evening, everyone sort of ended up separating. A few of the guys went off in their own little clusters to go and get food, or go find the rides. You had dragged Angel away to the petting zoo because you couldn’t remember the last time that you had been to one. He laughed as you crouched down and fed handful after handful of pellets to the goats that were crowding the fence in front of you.

“You look like a Disney princess,” he smiled and shook his head, “All these goats and animals following you around and shit.”

You laughed as you stood up, brushing your hands off on your jeans, “They only want me because they know I have snacks. Not quite a Disney princess yet.”

You leaned into him as the two of you continued to make your way through the fair grounds. It was nice to see everyone there having a good time. Kids were running around laughing, chasing each other with inflatable swords and mallets that they won from whatever carnival game they’d managed to win. You couldn’t help but to watch the controlled chaos unfold around you with a smile.

You turned to Angel and found that he was already looking at you, a soft smile on his face. You laughed as you nudged his side, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. This is nice,” he was about to say something else when his phone went off. With a sigh he reached into his kutte to pull it out and answer it, “Yo, what’s up?” there was a pause and his eyes widened slightly, “Alright. Yea, I’ll ask her. Bye.”

You were looking expectantly up at him, “All good?”

“You know the demolition derby is tonight?”

You laughed, nodding, “Yea, last night of the fair usually,” you could see him practically vibrating with excitement, “You wanna go check it out?”

“Yes.”

You smiled as you gestured towards the arena where it was being held, “Well, let’s go!”

The derby used to be your favorite part of the fair as a child. You’d always wondered who came up with the idea of it in the first place, because it really was such a strange concept. Nonetheless, it was always fun to watch. And, as you sat down with Angel and a few of the guys in the bleachers, you knew that you weren’t the only one with that opinion.

Over the noise of the crowd, and of the cars racing around in front of you, you heard Angel talking to EZ and Coco, “We should do this shit next year! You know we got cars at the yard that we could use.”

“Yea, who’s gonna drive?” EZ asked with a chuckle, “You can’t afford anymore head injuries.”

Angel sucked his teeth, “Shut up. I’d be great.”

For the rest of the event you listened to the three of them strategize just how they would go about entering the derby next year. You wished that Bishop could have been with you so that he could hear the three of them scheming, because you knew that he would have some A+ commentary on the subject. You leaned against Angel’s side as you listened to them, shaking your head as all three of them went off on their tangents.

When the derby was over, and they had successfully plotted their plans for next year, you begged Angel to head back towards the carnival games. He had told you that the games were rigged, that it was no use. And part of you knew that he was right, but you still wanted to take a crack at a few.

“Go on,” Coco pushed Angel in your direction with a laugh, “You owe her a fuckin’ teddy bear or some shit. She just listened to that whole conversation and didn’t tell any of us to shut the fuck up.”

He threw his arm around your shoulder with a laugh, “Alright, alright. He’s right,” he pulled you close to him, “I’ll catch you guys later.”

“It better be one of the big teddy bears, Angel!” EZ called after him with a laugh.

For someone who was convinced that carnival games were impossible to win, Angel managed to win one. EZ had been the one who was always given praise for his baseball skills, but watching Angel pitch the ball at the milk bottle game made you rethink that stance entirely. He had a good arm, which wasn’t surprising in and of itself, but the fact that he had a good enough arm to beat a game that you weren’t supposed to be able to win was pretty impressive.

“Which one you want, querida?” Angel looked over at you when the man running the booth asked him what he wanted for his prize.

You beamed as you leaned against his side, “That one!” you pointed to the giant panda bear hanging off the top of the booth.

Angel nodded as he turned back to the man in front of him, “You hear her. One ridiculously oversized panda, please.”

You were hugging the panda to your chest, having to use both arms to do so. Angel couldn’t help but to keep looking over at you and laughing—the toy was almost the same size as you. He loved how content and excited you looked as the two of you continued to make your way around the fair. The bear was essentially the third person in your party as you carried it around. You sat it next to you when you stopped to grab some food, and you made Angel hold it when you decided to attempt a few of the carnival games yourself. The sight of him holding the bear was almost too much for you to handle, and you had to take a photo of it. He looked so tough in his kutte, with his serious facial expression, but the giant stuffed animal in his arms negated all of that.

“Alright,” he handed the stuffed animal back to you with a chuckle, “Anything else you wanna do before we go home?”

You looked at him with your best puppy-dog eyes, “Can we do the ferris wheel? Please?”

“That’s the ride you wanna go on?” he smiled.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” you laughed.

“I think it’s cute, quierda,” he leaned down and kissed you on the lips.

You made your way over to the ferris wheel, and Angel couldn’t contain his laughter as you situated your bear across from the two of you. You curled up against Angel’s side as you waited for it to start. He draped his arm around you as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. Both of you were quiet for a few minutes, just soaking up the whole night and everything that was happening around you.

‘Thank you for this, by the way,” Angel spoke up as the two of you began to make your way towards the top.

“Of course,” you reached and interlocked your fingers with his, “It’s been nice to see all you guys having such a good time.”

The ferris wheel came to a stop when you reached the highest point, and you felt a wave of excitement wash over you as you looked over the expanse of the fair. You’d spent all evening walking around it, but looking down on it from where you were, it made it seem so small.

“Hey,” Angel’s voice was soft but it still snapped you out of your thoughts.

You turned to him with a smile, “Yea?”

He reached and pulled you into a kiss. You smiled as you leaned into him, hands resting lightly on either side of his neck while his arms wrapped around your waist. A quiet moan slipped past his lips as you pulled him in closer to you.

You took your lips off of his, a smile on your face as you rested your foreheads against each other’s. He pressed a light kiss on the tip of your nose, “I love you.”

You hum quietly in approval, “I love you too.”

[foenixs]

Third Time’s a Charm

note: I don’t even know what to add to this, it’s just pure filth, hope you like it. I decided to colour-code the dialog of the boys for this one, since there are multiple.

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

word count: 1.43k

includes- gosh, what does this not include... sub!Hyunjin x dom!reader x sub!Felix, (f) reader, poly relationship, mutual masturbation, handcuffs, dirty talk, degradation (slut shaming Felix), multiple rounds, oral (m & f receiving), slight dacryphilia, vaginal penetration, anal penetration (m receiving), biting, unprotected sex (pls protect irl, this is purely fiction), rough sex

summary: Your two boyfriends walk in on you pleasuring yourself and you decide to teach them a lesson.

You were just about to work the vibrator in your hand on your clit, when the door to your bedroom swung open, revealing your two boyfriends, who now dumbfoundedly stood in the doorframe. You sighed, turning off the device.

“Didn’t anyone teach you guys that it’s impolite to not knock?”

You threw an annoyed glance over to the boys, but they didn’t answer.

“Hello? Did someone cut your tongues out or what?”

“No-”, Hyunjin started and Felix finished, “we just... we wanted to surprise you, because we were done with our practice early.”

“And that excuses you to just burst in here like you own the place? Because you don’t, this is still my apartment.”

“I-... we know.”; “We’re sorry.”

They were starring holes into the ground, too ashamed to look up at you.

“Clothes off. Now.”

As they quickly stripped themselves down you went to put the vibrator back into your closet. Your eyes fell upon the handcuffs that were placed inside your special box and you took them out, smirking to yourself.

“Get on the bed, both of you.”

You walked up to the headboard and looked at your boys, your eyes wandering up and down their bodies as you considered all the possibilities of ruining them. Taking Hyunjin’s right and Felix’s left hand you quickly snap on the handcuffs, leaving them tied to each other with their arms above their heads.

“Now… since each of you only has one free hand, why don’t you use that to jerk each other off.”

The boys looked at you with big eyes and flushed cheeks, their cocks already half hard from seeing you please yourself and your dirty talk. Felix was the first to follow your commands, wrapping his hand around the older boys’ dick. He had always been the most eager one, so you weren’t too surprised. Not wanting to get punished Hyunjin was quick to follow, Felix length fitting perfectly into his big hand.  

They chased each other’s rhythms, speeding up if the other boy did and vice versa. They looked so cute, getting high on the pleasure. Hyunjin suddenly closed his hand, squeezing Felix’s dick as if he wanted to choke it out. Felix’s hips jolted forward as he moaned in surprise, his orgasm suddenly rushing over him without him even realizing it, coating the big boy’s hand in his white semen.

Knowing that he won, Hyunjin smiled to himself, relaxing into Felix’s touch and letting himself cum soon after as the younger boy’s hand was shaking around his cock from his post orgasm ecstasy.

“That was unfair”, Felix pouted, “his hands are way bigger than mine!”

“You know, I wasn’t gonna give him a reward, but now that you’re complaining I think you deserve a punishment.”, you tsked at the small figure and he looked even more ashamed now, “What do you think Hyunjin-baby? Do you think Felix deserves a punishment?”

“I-... I don’t know, that’s up to you to decide.”

“Gosh, you guys are no fun.”, you groan, throwing your head back annoyed, “Felix, move down in between Hyunjin’s legs.”

“Okay”, Felix sighed in defeat as he held out his left arm for you to untie them.

You chuckle a little, “Nah baby, those stay on.”

Now they both looked at you surprised, but Felix still moved down the bigger boy’s body reluctantly. As he seated himself between Hyunjin’s thighs, you crawled on top of him. Without further explanation you sat on Hyunjin’s face, your body turned towards Felix kneeling figure.

The older boy got your que and started poking out his tongue to lick along your slit, eager to savour every piece of his reward.

“Go ahead, take him in your mouth.”

You grabbed Hyunjin’s hair with one hand, janking on it to guide him along your pussy, while your other hand brushed through the smaller boy’s hair, pushing his head further down onto Jinnie’s cock.

You were in total control of both of their motions as you felt the heat rise in yourself and you could sense that your high was close. “Faster baby”, you demanded, and both of them listened. Hyunjin’s staggered hip thrusts into the poor boy’s throat signalled you that he was close as well. Felix noticed this and put his right hand up to the bigger boys’ balls to massage them lightly. This drove Hyunjin over the edge and while he came down Felix’s throat, he pushed his tongue upwards in to you so deep, that it made you cum all over his face.

He licked you clean, and you gently moved the younger boys head upwards, so the dick in his mouth left him with a plop. There were half dried tears on Felix’s face, but he still managed to strike a proud smile, knowing he did a good job at making his hyung cum.

“Well, you certainly worked off your debt… what do you want as a reward? And don’t give me that ‘I don’t know bullshit’ or I won’t let you cum for two weeks!”

“Uhm”, Felix stammered, fiddling with his fingers, “I really want to be inside of you, but I also want you to be inside of me…”

“I can only do one of the two”, you started but when you saw the young boys disappointed face you quickly added, “but, I know someone who could help.”

Throwing a glance over to Hyunjin you silently ask him if he can handle another round and he nods, not needing to hear it in words.

“You think you can handle the both of us? I already fucked you last night.”

“Yes, please, I want you both so bad, please.”

“Gosh, you’re such a cockslut, you’re already crying, and you still want more.”

You motion for the two of them to stand up, sitting yourself down on the edge of the bed, leaning back, with your legs spread wide.

“Well come here then, slut.”

Felix face was completely red, and his cock was leaking with new precum. He shuffled towards you, Hyunjin trailing right behind him, as their wrists were still connected through the cuffs. You pull the short boys head towards you to kiss him, while your hands come down to his ass to push him into you. He moans into your mouth and then a second time, louder, as Hyunjin spit on his cock for lubricant and then pushed it into the boys’ tight hole. Was he too rough for not prepping him? No, Felix had asked for this, so he was going to have to endure it now.

Your body was moving up and down the bed with every thrust that Hyunjin made. Felix was biting down on your shoulder and you could feel more tears dripping onto your skin. You brushed his hair out of his face and stroked his back as he was being fucked to shreds from behind. He started moaning a mixture of yours and Hyunjin’s names, fisting the sheets with his right and interlocking the fingers of his left hand with the tall boys’ fingers, in search for a little comfort and stability. You didn’t care if you came again, focusing all of your energy on making sure the boy laying on top of you felt good. And oh god did he feel good, twitching deep inside of you.

“Are you gonna cum, slut? Are you gonna cum inside of me?”

You could feel his hot answer shoot up into you as his last strength left him and he collapsed into your arms. His anus clenched around Hyunjin’s cock and his third orgasm of the night washed over him.

The two boys laid on top of you, panting heavily and you reached down to undo the handcuffs. The pink marks on their wrists almost looked like couple bracelets and you grinned, thinking of the comments the other boys would leave upon seeing them like this the next day.

Hyunjin was the first to come to his senses again, pulling out of Felix and helping him pull out of you. After cleaning up the remnants of your fuck session, you helped Felix to properly lay on the bed, as he was still too fucked out to really move by himself. You laid down in between them and pulled them closer to you, the blanket keeping your boys warm and giving them a feeling of safety. They moved into your chest.

“I love you Felix”, you gave the small boy a kiss on his head, “and I love you too Hyunjin”, another kiss following.

“We love you more.”

masterlist

[bunny-is-writing]

Hate | Wilbur

Warnings: N/A

;; I wrote this ages ago so sorry for any mistakes lol

You and Wilbur had never gotten along. Since joining L’Manberg, at your best friend Niki’s request, you’d never seen eye to eye with the president. No matter what, the two of you were always arguing and you always found something new to bicker about.

It was common knowledge Wilbur hated you. It was common belief you hated Wilbur back. The reality was that you’d had feelings towards Wilbur for months, finding him instantly attractive but messing up your words and accidentally insulting him, which caused your first fight and your ongoing rivalry. And you’d tried to fix things but only made them worse, Wilbur determined to antagonise you over every little thing. To make things worse, the fighting couldn’t even drive your feelings away- seeing the passion in his eyes as he argued and his pride and defensiveness over his beliefs only made your feelings grow, in fact.

Now nothing could be done, Wilbur hated you and would never stop hating you, and he’d made that more than clear. You couldn’t tell anyone about your secret feelings, not even Niki, out of utter fear that he’d somehow find out and use your crush on him against you, or laugh at you, or make you cry, or all three.

But the constant feeling of being detested was overwhelming you and, despite your stubborn claims, his remarks stung, cutting deep into your pride and creating new insecurities you could laugh away or ignore. It was just too much, you’d had an argument that morning that had gotten more heated than usual, more personal, and it had wrecked you. You stormed towards the bakery, tears running down your face, trying to find Niki.

You entered, slamming the door shut behind you and leaning against, taking a second to put your face in your hands and just sigh. You quickly wiped the tears away, looking up at the other presence in the store and realising instantly that it wasn’t Niki. You froze, half in fright and half in embarrassment at being caught in such a state. And then you cringed because it was Wilbur in front of you. Wilbur, who was the reason for your tears, who’d love nothing more than to see you at your worst, who’d love to see you this weak. You tensed up, waiting for him to start mocking you, but he didn’t.

“Shit, [y/n], are you alright?” He asked, in a gentle tone you’d never heard from him before. You looked up and saw pure, genuine concern on his face.

You wiped your tears, finding that more had leaked from your eyes, before composing yourself. You sniffled quickly, then straightened up, pulling your shoulders back and bringing your head high- giving a great air of confidence but having none of it.

“Wilbur, you don’t have to pretend to care just because Niki’s in the back, okay? You know why I’m upset so just back off. You won, okay, you finally made me cry, I hope it helps you get off at night.”

You ran your hand through your hair, refusing to look at the president, and turned on your heel, trying to escape as quickly as possible. But almost instantly you were stopped by a hand wrapping around your arm and holding you back.

“[y/n], are you okay, genuinely?” He asked again, his tone still soft and caring, and it made a warmth blossom within you. “I’m sorry, really- I’m an idiot, and I’ve been an idiot for a really long time.” He brought his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it anxiously and looking at you, guilt evident in his features.

You smiled half-heartedly, looking up at him and shifting your weight from foot to foot, before speaking, “it’s alright, Wilbur. I’ve been an idiot too, and I’m sorry.” You gave the biggest smile you could muster as you looked up at him, heart racing as you waited for an acceptance or rejection to your apology.

He turned away quickly, running a hand through his hair desperately, and you watched pink tinge his ears and neck, assuming that a similar colour was staining his cheeks, though you couldn’t see. He took a deep breath in, almost gasping, before turning back to you. When he did turn, you could see that, as you expected, his cheeks were as pink as his neck had been, though the hue had calmed slightly.

“[y/n], you can’t- you can’t,” he began to stutter. “Shit, you can’t smile at me like that. I made you fucking cry, you can’t go smiling at me like that.”

He looked around frantically as he spoke, his eyes resting on everything in the bakery but you. You furrowed your eyebrows, half confused and half annoyed at his behaviour. You took a step towards him, which he didn’t seem to notice, and brought your hand to his shoulder, which he did notice, and you saw him freeze at your touch.

“Wilbur, what are you talking about? I’m just smiling, if you don’t like it we can go back to hating each other. I’m done arguing, okay, I don’t want you to hate me anymore.”

As you spoke, you watched him look at you earnestly, laughing slightly, and then his face dropping of emotion entirely as you talked of him hating you. He shook his head, stuttering, trying to say something but failing, and then giving up attempting to speak entirely. You tilted your head, going to ask what he wanted to say, but as you opened your mouth to talk, you saw him dive towards you and press his lips to yours.

For a moment, the sudden shock froze you in place, but your brain caught up quickly and you pressed back into him. His hands wrapped around your waist and yours were in his hair, pulling slightly, which elicited a soft moan from Wilbur. You smiled at that, pushing harder into him for a moment before realising that you were running out of air and quickly pulled away. He tried to chase you, eyes still shut tight, but you just pressed your hands to his chest, and he opened his eyes, stepping back slightly.

The both of you had giddy smiles and you stood wordlessly for a moment, beaming and trying to catch your breaths. You wanted to laugh, or squeal, or both. Your eyes were still puffy from crying but were now lit up in joy, and there was a warmth in his brown ones that you’d never seen before, but you loved it. He grabbed your hand, which you didn’t pull away from, intertwining them and playing with your interlocked fingers as he spoke.

“I don’t hate you, I truly don’t. I never did.” He admitted, looking down with a smile still on his face.

“I never hated you, if you thought that,” You responded. “I don’t think I could.”

You stared at each other for a moment, each just taking the other in, before you were kissing again, back to the position you were in before. Your hands, this time, moved from his hair to hanging limply around his neck as you stepped closer into him. You don’t know how long you were like that, but you know that when you did pull away, your lips were puffy and tender.

“So,” You started, cutting yourself off, completely unsure of what to say.

“So,” He responded, just as clueless but also lightheartedly teasing you. “Do you want to try this? Us? Because I do.”

You smiled, nodding, “I’d like that, Wil, a lot.” You stood in silence again, just staring. “We really are idiots, huh?”

“You are!” You heard called from the back, Niki’s voice causing both you and Wilbur to light up in red, suddenly unable to look at anything but the floor.

“Niki? I thought you were out or something!” Wilbur yelled, in disbelief and slightly mortified.

Niki’s giggle sounded from the back, and you saw her stick her head out of the door to look at the pair of you, “Out of patience.”

She disappeared again, leaving the two of you somewhat alone, flustered but laughing. Wilbur calmed down, starting to walk to the door but turning back and offering out a hand to you.

“Would you like to accompany me for a walk around our dear L’Manberg, (y/n)?” He offered.

You took his hand in your own, revelling in how soft his palm felt and how easily your fingers fit together. “Why, Mr President, it would be an honour.”

[ilovebeingcalledawhore]

Content: fluff

Summary: When two teenagers meet at their highschool’s pool, they form a connection with the same love and longing for the sea and at some point they just find themselves falling in love, quite literally.

Pools, indoor swimming pools.

The moment I found out my highschool had indoor swimming pools at the back part of the gym, I was immediately won over. Swimmers trained early in the morning but the pools were left open but no student ever bothered to actually hang in there except for me.

After school, I get tutoring from teachers ‘till seven pm. Right before I go home I walk to the pools and just sit there. I watch the moonlight hitting the water.

Most of the time I stare at myself, maybe dip my fingers into the water.

It was the perfect place to rest. In there, I felt like nothing else mattered. I’d even call it a sanctuary. It was a safe place to run when all else breaks down.

-

Pausing the music playing through my earphones. I shove my phone into my bag and push the big grey gym door open.

Empty, as usual.

I walk through the dark and quiet basketball court - my eyes lighting up at the sight of the pool shown through its clear glass entrance door. Pushing it open, I sigh in satisfaction as the smell entered my nose.

I loved this place.

I was quietly walking when all of a sudden, “who are you?”

“Ahhh!” I scream, completely startled by the voice of whoever was in there. I start looking around and see a boy sitting by the pools edge. He had dark messy hair and the school uniform on. His pants were rolled up ending just above his knees so it wouldn’t get wet meanwhile his feet up to his shin were underwater.

“I’m gonna leave,” I mutter and I hear him chuckle as a response. “You’re already here, might as well stay.” He speaks softly and something about his voice attracted me. Though it took me a few seconds to finally agree, I sat at the other side of the pool. My legs crossed but my fingers dipped in the water

It was quiet but something about the silence was comforting, it didn’t feel awkward, it felt like being around an old friend. Clearing my throat to cut the silence, I start the converstaion with words that were on the tip of my tongue. “I’ve never seen you here before,” I speak, looking up to observe the way he replies. A half-hearted grin appears on his lips and he says, “I just found out about this yesterday and I needed it.”

My eyebrows furrow, how do you need a pool? I thought to myself - ‘till I remembered why I was here all along. “You needed it?” I asked and he nodded, finally looking up making your eyes meet. I felt my heart gradually start racing but I try to ignore it. “Yes, the beaches have been locked away and I needed water.” His reply made my heart swell because I felt the exact same way.

Beaches have been locked out ‘cause there was too much trash in them. The government finally took action and started a cleaning movement but volunteers weren’t allowed. They wanted the world to ignore it while they hid away the problems. I sighed in empathy, “I’m Y/n,” I say - our eyes connecting once more. “I’m Mark, Mark Lee.”

-

The very next day, I found myself walking back to the pools but this time with the slight hope of the mysterious boy to be there. Pushing the glass door open, I immediately look around but see no one. My heart drops in disappointment but I push the feeling away. I walked back to my spot, this time dipping my feet in. I didn’t have any problems ‘cause I was wearing the school’s skirt.

Taking out the small black speaker from my bag, I connect it to my phone and start playing my favourite song. I sigh in satisfaction, I felt good. Today wasn’t a stressful day, it was calm and went by smoothly - I was definitely in a great mood.

As I start to hum with the music mindlessly, I kept staring at the moonlight hitting the edges of the pool and little sparkle it made with the water, it was pretty. Everything was quiet and calm when all of a sudden I hear the same familiar voice from yesterday but this time, he was singing along to the song.

I yelped, completely startled by his sudden presence.

I turned around and saw him rolling the hem of his pants so he can dip his feet into the water. “You scared me!” I whisper and he smiled as a response. That was the first time I saw him give a genuine smile - and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel some type of way.

He finally dips his feet into the water and starts singing along to the music once more. I just sat there and admired him and his voice. He looked good under that moonlight but I was too shy to say it out loud, even admit to it. So I look away distracting myself, waiting for the song to end.

Then it did.

“You sing good,” I compliment him and he scratches the nape of his neck shyly.

-

A month has passed and the safe haven was now a habit. Even on nights when I’m told to come home early, I always find a way to come to the pools. Even for a minute, even for a few seconds, most of the time not for the water but for him.

In all honesty if I had to label him as anything, it’d be a human diary. He knows much more than my friends who I’ve been with for a year. I don’t know what it is about it but, telling your secrets to a stranger feels much more comforting.

At this point we know each others favourite colour, movie, song, artist. What we want to be when we grow up - what we don’t want to be when we grow up. What type of person we want to fall in love with - if were even in love with ourselves. Does he think aliens are real? How ‘bout mermaids? I know his dreams, goals, secrets, trauma, his biggest fear and his greatest regret and in equality, he knows mine.

Though I hate to admit to it, he makes my days. His presence, his voice, his thoughts - it came to the point where I don’t want to sleep anymore ‘cause for the first time reality was better.

Smiling to myself as I quietly walked through the gym to get to the pools. I push the door open but freeze, my hands still on the metal handle of the door. I heard sniffling and sobbing. At that very moment my heart dropped. If I were to expect anything it wasn’t this.

“Mark...” I whisper, but the whisper was enough to echo through the room in it’s silence. Finally walking in, I shut the door and quickly walking towards the pool. The image broke my heart. He sat there, his legs crossed together - not dipped in the water like I’m used to. “What’s wrong?” My brows furrow as I walked towards him.

He continued to sob into his hands, biting his lip to silence himself. But when he finally put his hands down, the tears running down his face made me sit next to him and hug him without hesitation. We’ve never been this close, only ever sitting across each other on different sides of the pool. He melts into me, his head going into the crook of my neck but this time, he started crying some more; not loudly but silently.

The tears just continued to roll down onto my shirt making me sigh in empathy.

Like I always do when my friends cry, I rub their heads in comfort. “It’ll get better,” I whisper and he nods into me. I look down to see if he’s calmed down but right when I do, our eyes meet. I give him a little smile, wiping the last tear that ran down his cheek.

We just sat there, our eyes connected somehow healing each other quietly. Taking in deep breaths, I continue to caress his face. When I cried, it was something my mom did to comfort me. “You feel better?” I ask and he looks away. “Yeah,” he whispers as he looks down and observes our other hand interlocked with each others. Something even I didn’t notice.

-

Mindlessly looking around, him still in your arms, you notice a small black bug atleast three meters away from you. “Oh my god,” you mutter, eyes getting wide and heartbeat racing as it crawled fast and closer towards you. “Ah!” You scream, frantically moving around but not making much progress ‘cause of the boy laying on you. “Mark there’s a bug!” You scream.

He turns around and sees the bug almost a meter away and he panics too. In all that movement you found yourselves with no other option but the pool. Panickly falling in you, you drag the boy with you.

“Ahhh!”

It was a split second underwater until you rose up again to take in air. As you did, you didn’t realise that the boy was so close to you, it was only until you calmed down that you felt his breath hit your lips. Smiling in amusement as you looked at each others state, you laugh in disbelief, observing your now extremely wet uniform.

“Mom’s gonna kill me,” you mutter to yourself but he chuckles to it. Slowly, you feel one of his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer leaving no space in between your bodies. His other hands crawls up your arm, to your neck, to your chin making you face him.

Silence.

Hearts racing.

Hearts synching.

Seconds later his lips were on yours. His teeth bites into your lower lip drawing you closer. Your eyes widen in realisation, making you pull away gently. “What?” You ask, bewildered but not complaining. “No questions, just kiss me.” He replies and your breath hitches as he makes your legs wrap around his waist. “Kiss me,” he says again and without anymore hesitation, you do.

Bodies tangled.

Wet and messy hair.

Eyes shut.

Lips locked.

You fell in love, quite literally.

[timelesslords]

2) “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” + 7) “Please just kiss me already.” for sentence starters if you don't mind! <3

send me a sentence starter and I’ll fill it for Percabeth 

“Hurry up!” Annabeth called, tapping on heeled foot on the ground impatiently as she stared at the clock above the mantle, whose fingers were inching dangerously close to the time they were meant to arrive at her work party. It was a stupid, formal affair, one that Annabeth didn’t really care much for and that was bothersome because she had to dress up for it. 

She’d let Percy skip it the last couple of years, if only because she knew how much he hated getting dressed up. Annabeth herself wasn’t all that comfortable in her long red dress and done up hair, but she could manage one night out of the year. This time though, she was tired of suffering through the stuffy party alone, and she’d asked him to come along. Now that he might make her late though, she was beginning to regret that choice.

“Sorry, I’m coming,” Percy called, and she could hear his footfalls on the upper floor 

Any concerns about not being on time vanished from Annabeth’s mind as Percy descended down the staircase. 

Really, it was just unfair. The way his suit hugged his broad shoulders like a glove, the way his turquoise tie brought out the subtle blue shades in his green eyes, how his hair-- which he probably hadn't even bothered to fix beyond running his fingers through it a few times-- fell into place perfectly, looking windswept and careless and adding just a touch of casualness that only served to enhance the entire look. 

Suddenly Annabeth didn’t really care about the party anymore. Not that she really had before, beyond a vague feeling of dread, but still. She could have stared at him the rest of the evening and well into the night. She might've, if his face hadn't cracked into a familiar grin, nearly breaking the supermodel illusion altogether. Annabeth could already feel her cheeks flushing though, and she could tell he noticed from his widening grin, and his next words. 

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” Percy asked, innocently. He almost pulled it off too, except for the fact that he was staring at her just as much as she was staring at him. Annabeth knew he was equally affected, even if he was a touch better at hiding it.

“You think you’re real funny, don’t you,” Annabeth said, unable to resist closing the gap between them, sliding her arms around his neck. In her heels she was nearly his height, and she had to say she was enjoying the view from this new angle. 

"I'm known for my humor," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist; a natural, practiced gesture. He was still smiling, though it had mellowed from a grin to something softer. 

"Thanks for getting dressed up for me," Annabeth said. As good as he looked, Annabeth was already starting to see small signs of his discomfort: a nearly imperceptible roll of his shoulders against the suit jacket, the slight twitch of his fingers. 

"Anytime," Percy said, the side of his mouth turning up in a lopsided smile, "We'd better get going though, or we're going to be late."

"Since when do you pay attention to whether or not you're going to be late?" Annabeth teased. 

"Since this thing is very important to you and I set five alarms for it," Percy said, "One of which might go off in the car. I kind of lost track of how many of them have gone off already." 

"That's very sweet of you," Annabeth said, truthfully, "Maybe we should skip it though."

"You want to skip your very fancy very important party because...?" Percy asked, raising one stupidly attractive brow. 

"Mm, I don't know. I don't think I want to share," Annabeth said, lacing her fingers just a bit tighter around his neck. 

"Share what?" he asked, feigning innocence and doing it badly. It took a lot of work for Annabeth to suppress the grin that was inching its way onto her face. 

"Looking at you. I think it should be just for me," she said, as seriously as she could manage, which, in all honesty, was not that serious at all. He pretended it was though, which was nice of him. 

"Oh really?" he said, smirking.

"Really." 

"I think everyone's going to be jealous looking at you, actually," he said. Annabeth had a feeling he believed every word of what he was saying, but he was also biased beyond belief. Whether or not Annabeth was also biased was deeply irrelevant. 

"They see me everyday," Annabeth said, dismissively, "You're fresh meat." 

"Is that all I am to you? A hunk of meat?" he asked, faux offense written all over his face. Annabeth pretended to consider her answer very seriously. 

"Well, at this moment specifically--"

"Please just kiss me already," Percy laughed. Annabeth was only too happy to oblige. They might've actually have gotten distracted enough to genuinely be late if Percy's final phone alarm hadn't rudely interrupted them only a few seconds in. 

Percy pulled back, removing one arm from her waist to pull out his phone and shut off the incessant beeping.

"Now we really have to go. That was my emergency-we-should-have-been-in-the-car-five-minutes-ago alarm." 

"You're a tease," Annabeth whined. Percy actually laughed at that, which was frankly kind of fair. 

"You're the one who wrangled me into this monkey suit in the first place," he said, making no move towards the door. 

Annabeth was truly, seriously considering skipping the party altogether just to wrangle him out of it, but unfortunately her better judgement won over.

"Well, we wouldn't want it to go to waste, would we," Annabeth sighed. She unraveled her arms from around his neck, her hand finding his instead. He took it easily, interlocking their fingers together.

"I don't know if it would be a waste," Percy said, grinning, "I'm really enjoying the way you're staring at me right now."

"Shut up."

"Never."

[timextoxhajima]

Love Me A Little Less: Chapter 8 - Hypocrite

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Member: (3rd person pov) arranged marriage au with Lee Juyeon

Genre: angsty wangsty

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“Why did you come back?”

Jang Won’s consciousness had been flitting in and out of a state of being awake when Juyeon slides the door of her bathroom open, the rolling noises waking her up from her drowsy trance. 

“Sorry, just go back to sleep,” Rubbing his damp hair with a towel, the pajamas that Mr Ro managed to salvage from the Manor’s guest closet (that part of the closet used to belong to Younghoon) somehow fit him better than expected. “I know you had a long day, so.”

“It’s been a long day for the both of us so just shut up and get in bed,” Jang Won mumbles, loud enough for him to hear. Her back rests against the bolster placed in the middle of the bed, and a light clicks off somewhere in the room as Juyeon turns it off. The room was painted in a gentle mandarin shade from the nightstand lamp on his side; it reminds her of sunsets and fruit baskets. 

She feels the mattress on the extreme end sink as Juyeon shuffles in, then the room dims when he turns off the lamp on the nightstand. 

The distant chirps of crickets in the courtyard down below where the wedding was held manages to seep through the gaps of the balcony doors, and Jang Won could just barely make out the glowing ring of the moon if she pushed her head into the pillow a little more. 

“Jang Won.”

She sucks in a deep breath, eyes still fixated on the glow in the sky. “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

Surprise. Chirp. Blink. 

“What for?”

“Calling you a hypocrite.”

Jang Won turns, and Juyeon turns as well, upon hearing the shuffling. His eyes are two orbs of glass from the bare illumination from outside.

“I... can never understand how much you’ve gone through, and so I have no reason to call you that, and I’m sorry.”

“Forget it-”

“No, please,” There’s a hint of desperation in his voice that keeps her from turning away. Chirp. “I said something I cannot take back and-”

“I know. And... I’m sorry you were dragged into this mess. I really am.”

“Fruits from the same tree,” He whispers, and Jang Won can hear his gentle scoff. “Look forward to our Guatemala honeymoon. I promise you’ll have the time of your life.”

“I haven’t heard someone make a promise to me in a long, long time.”

And even in the shitty lighting, Jang Won can make out the little smile he has on his face. 

“I’ll be the new standard. Trust me.”

“That’ll probably the first and last thing I’ll do.”

Juyeon quietly chuckles in the darkness.

“Goodnight.”

“Night.”

If Jang Won had a choice, she definitely would’ve had chosen another way to last remember her mother, even if it meant the same outcome. It had been any normal day for her - school at one of the most prestigious academies. At the time, Juyeon’s name had already been spread far and wide for being both a chaebol and somewhat of a likeable personality in school. Jang Won would know, since she’s spent countless of days listening to the likes of her friends swooning about Lee Juyeon from the Stanford Academy. 

On the days they were a little bolder, they’d ask Jang Won to strike up a conversation at one of the events The Board likes to organise. Of course, being the girl she is, she doesn’t care. 

“Sure,” She’ll always say, but empty-handed she’ll return to her friends. Jang Won would be lying if she said she didn’t gain some kind of sickening pleasure from seeing disappointment wash over their faces when all she did was basically nothing.

That should’ve been the prime thing about being 16. That should’ve been it. Teasing each other about boys, boys that she couldn’t care any less about. 

That really should have been it.

But the ghastly outline of her mother’s skull had been etched into her head as the days passed, and before she could realise it, Jang Won had lost all memory of how her mother used to be like; how she even looked like within the walls of The Kim Mansion. 

Her mother belonged within the cream, marble walls of the monument erected in the corner of street where the country’s tycoons all lived in. She belonged in the safety of a living hall with a rug made from bear fur and a fireplace keeping her and the cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table warm. 

Not here. Not letting the amber strips of light pasted into the ceiling shine through her paper-thin skin, as if Jang Won couldn’t already see the blue veins under her mother’s forehead. 

The first major thing that Jang Won would never forget was watching her older brother fight with her father. That was the one time she had seen Younghoon yell at Kim Jo-Pil, as if they weren’t related, as if Kim Jo-Pil wasn’t the adult in the room.

While Jang Won wished with all her heart that she could remain angry with what her brother said, she knew that it was the best choice. Her mother was on a ticking time-bomb anyway. It had been a matter of time before she took her last breath.

Yet, for some reason, it was the one time that she had seen Younghoon been so coldly caring, and her father so warmly unbothered. The scent of the expensive, first-class hospital ward is still stuck in her nose, and probably would for the next year or so. As she listened to her brother beg her father to let her mother go peacefully, without having to live through the pain, she let her tears stain the bedsheets by her mother’s hands. 

“Won-ie.”

Jang Won looks up upon the hoarse voice, eyes tearing when she can see how resigned her mother is. The fight is no longer glimmering in her eyes, because she knows she’s fighting a lost war. 

“After this, you’ll only have your brother left, and you must promise me you will do everything you can to protect him, like he will for you.”

Jang Won shakes her head, fingers interlocking with hers, and for a split second, she’s almost afraid she could tear her skin. “No. You’ll do that for me. I’m not old enough to take care of him.”

“You’re a smart girl, Won-ie,” She manages a grin, and it tears Jang Won apart to see how hard she had to try. “I know... that this wasn’t what we wanted.”

“Yeah, it’s not,” Jang Won frowns, swallowing the chunk of tears and snot in the back of her throat. “Nobody’s gonna help me build Hera’s Manor if you don’t. What’s Younghoon gonna do? Sit by and eat popcorn?”

“He probably would, wouldn’t he?”

Jang Won can feel her lips quiver, brows furrowing and her head slowly becoming heavier. 

“Listen, Jang Won. The Board will not be kind to you, and we’ve lived by The Board for more than 7 generations. Things will not go your way but I promise you... not everyone is as venomous as we think they are. Some, yes... but not everybody is out for blood. These people will come and help you when you most need it, and you must be kind, whenever you can.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Jang Won’s voice cracks and she doesn’t notice that the bickering outside the ward has ceased. Younghoon enters alone. “Tell me this again next time. I’m not gonna remember it.”

“I’ll always be with you, whether you know it or not, okay? I love you, Hera’s princess. Oh, my little girl.”

It’s a monumental effort on Jang Won’s part to keep herself from physically doubling over as she sobbed, her mother’s hand pressed into her cheek. 

She shuts her eyes, letting her face contort into a horrid mess of emotions when her mother turns to look at her son. 

“Hoon-ie... Promise me you’ll take care of Jang Won?” She holds out an arm, and her son cannot bring himself to take it, in fear that it would be the last. 

“I’ll always take care of her anyway,” His voice cracks, only worsening the hiccups in Jang Won’s chest. “You can remind me some other time.”

And again, with more effort needed, she smiles. “Come here, my Prince Artemis.”

Younghoon feels like there are roots coming from the ground and holding him to the concrete, but he manages to drag himself to her bed, kneeling down to rest his arms on the mattress. 

“You both... have been my everything. Thank you for teaching me what love is, when I thought I’ll never know what it is. Thank you for teaching me how to be a better mother than any other role I could ever have.”

Younghoon winces and looks down. “Stop-”

“I am... so proud of the two of you, and I’ve been so lucky to have the two of you as my children. There’s nothing I would change. Absolutely nothing.”

Finally, Kim Jo-Pil enters the ward. Hands in his pockets. Eyes unable to look at the breathing corpse on the hospital bed.

“Jang Won, Younghoon, let’s go. The two of you still have school tomorrow.”

“No, wait, please,” Jang Won shakes her head, tightening her grip on her mother’s arm. Her father already has one arm around Younghoon’s shoulder, but even the most obedient son looks reluctant.

“Father, please,” Younghoon frowns, tears brimming. 

“Let us stay for the night, please?” Jang Won’s brows furrow back, pushing herself back towards the wall as her father rounds the end of the bed.

“Father,” Younghoon anxiously tails his father, now trying to get a hold of Jang Won. “Just let us stay for this one night.”

“No, your mother would not approve of you staying here tonight.”

“Mom,” Jang Won whines, wrist already being pulled. “Please...”

“Mother, please. Please, please, please let me stay.”

Juyeon halts the brush in his mouth, instantly turning to exit the bathroom. The late morning sun drizzles across the length of the room as he watches Jang Won twitch and shudder under the thick blanket.

“Younghoon... do something...”

He frowns, returning to the bathroom just to get the toothpaste foam out of his mouth. Walking around the bed, he now notices the pool of tears stained into the pillowcase beneath her cheek. Her face is puffy and her cheeks are pink from the anxiety.

It’s a pinch in his gut, when the only time he sees this vulnerability in her is in her sleep.

“Jang Won,” He whispers, resting one knee into the bed and gently tapping on her shoulder. “Hey.”

“No, no, no... don’t make us leave...”

“Jang Won.”

“Mr Lee.”

Juyeon turns to the bedroom door, surprised to see Mr Ro already entering. Automatically backing off, Juyeon watches as the butler presses a warm cloth to her cheek and shove a mini canvas into Jang Won’s hold.

It was painted, with bumps from acrylic paint, and signed Yoo Se Kyung. 

Her breath slows, but her grip around the canvas tightens, and she stops talking. Mr Ro shifts back, clearing his throat and gathering his palms before his abdomen. He bows to Juyeon, eyes plastered to the floor.

“Does this happen often?”

Mr Ro resumes his upright stance, eyes glancing at Jang Won. “Every year, around late spring into summer, it comes back to her. The memories of visiting her mother in the hospital. I wouldn’t disclose too much - that’s for her to share when she finally trusts you, but I’ve been meaning to tell you about it before you leave for your honeymoon. I just didn’t expect it to come so quick.”

Jang Won’s tears have stopped, and her grip around the canvas has loosened. Mr Ro removes the cloth and bows to Juyeon, turning on his heels to leave the bedroom.

“Mr Ro.”

The butler halts, head turning to look back over his shoulder.

“‘Finally’ trusts me?”

Mr Ro offers a weak smile. 

“I haven’t seen her share a bed with anybody, nor care so much, ever since her mother passed.”

Juyeon sighs exasperatedly, scratching the skin on his cheekbones as his eyes flit to her for a split second. “That’s only because you have nowhere to house me, and that she needs me for the marriage.”

The elder lowers his head and shakes it gently. “I’ve known Jang Won for the entire 22 years she’s been alive. Some part of her trusts you, and I know you don’t see it, but I can.”

Pity washes over Juyeon first, then pleasant surprise, and finally, obligation. Is this how it feels like to have someone you want to protect?

“Breakfast is in the dining hall. Jang Won will wake up soon and she’ll confirm the itinerary for your honeymoon in Guatemala next week.”

“Oh, did she say if I needed to be there?”

“Only if you want to. Jang Won’s instructions were to keep it optional for you in case you had other obligations to tend to.”

Mr Ro walks off after giving one final bow to Juyeon, leaving him awkward by the bed. His heart sinks when he turns to her, sound asleep and holding almost no hint that she had been previously crying, having nightmares.

It’s a punch to the gut when he realises he’ll never be able to fully comprehend her pain, and even then, he wouldn’t have the autonomy to tell her that he knows how it feels - because he doesn’t.

Sitting by her edge of the bed, his brows furrow across his forehead as he gently pushes her hair out of her face. He needs to remind himself that sympathy and pity is the last thing she would want, so he makes it a point to remember the promise he made Younghoon.

Juyeon’s care for Jang Won has far exceeded his own expectations, and thus, will far exceed hers. Unable to erase the idea of himself that Jang Won had previously implanted in his head, that he was a coward, from that conflict they had in her office the previous day made Juyeon a little more rigid and his head a little clearer. The resolution he makes to protect her will far supersede his ability to care for her.

Kim Jo-Pil’s gaze cannot be torn from the sight of Lee Juyeon, gently stroking the head of hair of his daughter. The door had been left ajar when Mr Ro left and he had partially heard the conversation between his new son-in-law. He had expected Juyeon to be colder, conservative, as poisonous as his daughter had seemed to be.

So when Juyeon touched Jang Won with the weight of feathers and cotton and looked like he was memorising all the features on her face, the exact color of every strand of her hair and making one of those silent promises in his head, Kim Jo-Pil cannot help the twist in his left eye-lid. 

He pulls away when Juyeon finally removes himself off the bed, backing away from the door and hurriedly scurrying away. Just before he can reach the stairs that lead down into the main hall, he hears the door down the corridor he was just in creak open.

“Mr Kim.”

Kim Jo-Pil stops, turning to face the source of call.

“Juyeon,” Kim Jo-Pil bows deeply. “I... Didn’t know you were staying for the night.”

“It wasn’t planned,” Juyeon shakes his head. “But... I must ask.”

Kim Jo-Pil sucks in a deep breath, already knowing what was in his head.

“Why did you come back?”

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Losing you [Regulus Black x Reader] - Heloise’s Christmas Calendar - Challenge

December 10 – Losing you [Regulus Black x Reader]

Title: Losing you Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader and Sirius Black Word count: 2.7k Published: 10 December, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warnings: abuse, abandonment issues, family problems Notes: I have been thinking a lot about Sirius and Regulus’ relationship and I decided to write it down, because I couldn’t get it out of my head. This is also a part of Heloise’s Christmas Calendar where I post something each day from 1 - 25 December. Summary: You have been watching your boyfriend, Regulus drifting away from his brother, Sirius. When the opportunity arises, you decided to get involved and lend a helping hand to the brothers. Inspiration: [x] [x] [x] By @alessiajontrunfio‘s artwork Challenge: This is my entry to @blisfvll‘s writing challenge [x] [x], prompt is in bold and also @teheharrypotter‘s two weeks of angst challenge [x] [x].

“Please leave me alone.” 

10/12 - Slowly drifting away from each other

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You were seated on a couch in the Slytherin common room, holding your boyfriend’s hand as you watched the flames reaching higher in the fireplace. You laid your cheek against his chest, listening to his regular heartbeat, making you feel relaxed as his arm wrapped around your waist. Regulus has been rather quite recently, his usually warm and welcoming gaze now empty and broken. You knew it was all because of his brother, Sirius, even though he didn’t talk much about him.

You knew that there was a time when he looked up to his brother, when he worshiped him, but Hogwarts changed it all, before their family turned them against each other even more. You knew all about it, but Regulus talked to you as if he was giving you facts, he never showed emotions when the subject came up. After Sirius left Grimmauld Place, the warm flames in Regulus’ eyes faded, before they completely disappeared.

Sirius was well known for his flirty behaviour, his big mouth and obnoxious personality. His fame preceded him. But you knew that the reason Regulus never talked about his brother after he left their home, had nothing to do with how popular he was, nor was it about envy or jealousy.

One night you got hold of him when Slytherin won a quidditch match against Gryffindor as he was drunkenly stumbling across the common room, murmuring under his breath.

*

“Reg, what are you doing?” You asked the boy as you placed an arm under his armpit and held him up, helping him walk to his dormitory.

“We won.” He chuckled, which was quickly stopped by a hiccup. You knew him for so long by then, you knew that chuckle was a phony act of his, but you didn’t want to push for the subject.

“Yes, indeed. We won against Gryffindor.” You replied with a smile carefully painted across your face. You opened the door to his dorm and helped him to his bed.

“He deserved it, you know? He and his friends and his house, always acting so happy, not even caring about others who are suffering around them. He deserved to be defeated.” He hissed, his tone growing angrier after each word leaving his lips.

You frowned at the boy, before you decided to speak up. “Reg, is it about Sirius?” You asked, hoping he would open up to you in his drunken state. You sat down beside him, on the edge of the bed, getting hold of his hand, interlocking your fingers with his. He nodded, but he didn’t speak up just yet. His eyes were fixed on the wall across the room as silence fell upon you.

Regulus broke the quiet atmosphere as a scoff left his lungs. “You know, I hate him.” He spit in an angered tone. “He thinks he can do whatever he wants, he can just walk out the door and leave everything behind. He doesn’t think of the consequences, he doesn’t think of others. He is just plain selfish.” He scoffed in anger, a hiccup cutting him off once again.

“Maybe you should sleep, love. You will have a terrible headache in the morning.” You spoke, trying to avert his thoughts. You didn’t like to see the pain in his eyes, the tension in his body, his fingers holding yours stronger, almost squeezing them.

“You know, back in the day-“ he started with a shaky voice. “I got in trouble. I set the curtain on fire in our living room. I thought mother would go mental, that she would punish me. I was shaking out of fear, I was crying. I honestly was terrified.” He stopped for a second, trying to collect his thoughts. “When mother saw what happened, I thought that was it.” He chuckled painfully. “Well guess what, that idiot brother of mine took the blame. I watched as mother used the cruciatus curse on him and I didn’t stop her.” You wrapped your arms around his shaking form as tears slowly left his grey eyes.

“It wasn’t your fault.” You whispered into his neck, hinting a small peck on his soft skin. “Sirius took the blame on purpose. He didn’t want to see you suffer.” You tried to sooth his pain, but it didn’t seem to work.

“You don’t understand. I watched as she was screaming at him, whilst I hid behind the stairs, like the coward I am. I watched as he shouted in pain and fell on his knees. I watched as his body rolled on the ground, before his voice was gone and he suffered silently, his teeth clenched, tears falling from his eyes. It was all my fault.” He cried out, his voice weak and shaking. You drew random circles on his back trying to sooth the boy.

You helped him up on the bed, taking his shoes off, before you climbed in and pulled him to your chest. You caressed his arm and hinted a small kiss on the top of his head, waiting for him to finally fall asleep, guarding his dreams, chasing his nightmares away.

*

Since then you haven’t talked about what happened. Sirius did come up in your conversations sometimes, but it was mostly initiated by you and Regulus quickly shot your choice of subject down. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it.

But you couldn’t keep quiet. You saw the hurt that the distance between the brothers caused and you didn’t want to watch the love of your life losing himself any longer.

“You should talk to him, you know?” You asked, but he didn’t reply. It was his usual defence mechanism. Whether he didn’t acknowledge the subject and pretended not to hear you talk or immediately changed it. You didn’t like how he handled it though. “You should know me by now. I will keep nagging you until you talk to me.” You spoke as you leaned away from his chest and folded your arms in front of you, pouting at the boy’s ignorance.

He heaved a deep sigh and averted his gaze from the fireplace, meeting your eyes this time. “I told you I didn’t want to talk about him.” He spoke in a cold tone.

“But I do. You can pretend to not care, but it won’t change the fact that you actually do. He is still your brother.” You spoke, opening your arms as if offering the solution.

“No, he isn’t. He stopped being my brother the moment he stepped out the door.” He hissed, fairly irritated by your choice of subject and the thought of his brother.

“You very well know that’s not how it’s working. You have to talk to each other. I don’t like to see you hurting.” You caressed his cheek with the back of your hand, but he just pulled away.

“I’m perfectly content where I am and I love you, but you should understand the most when I don’t want to talk about something.” He explained in a serious tone, but you were always one to push the boundaries.

“Look, I understand, and I love you, Reg. But that is the exact reason for my nagging. I know you way too well to recognise when you are lying to me. Your brother is important to you and you can try to pretend that he is not, you can keep lying to yourself, but it won’t change the truth.”

He heaved a deep sigh and gently shook you off him as he stood up. He started walking towards the exit of the Slytherin common room, before you got hold of his wrist and stopped him.

“Where are you going?” You asked with a deep frown.

He lifted his arm and pointed at the clock above the fireplace, which showed 7pm. “I’m hungry, so I am heading to the Great Hall. Is that a problem?” He asked coldly. You just rolled your eyes and linked your fingers with his, squeezing them.

“It is, if you don’t ask me to come with you.” You shrugged playfully. “You should know how grumpy I can get when I’m hungry.” You grinned at him, trying to lighten the mood, which earned you a scoff from him, but he couldn’t hide the tiny smile curving in the corner of his lips.

You walked up from the dungeon, heading to the Great Hall, hands linked together. You loved the feel of his warm palm against yours, his long fingers engulfing yours as if providing you safety.

“Hey Reg.” You heard a familiar voice, almost identical to Regulus’, maybe a tad deeper. You didn’t have to think to know who he could be. As you both turned around, Sirius stood behind you with a sympathetic smile. You looked up at Regulus, his jaw tense, his gaze ice cold. A look you have never seen from him before. “How do you do?” Sirius tried again, but this time you couldn’t miss the grimace Regulus wore, nor could Sirius miss the painful look in his brother’s eyes, although he couldn’t interpret it.

“Do not talk to me.” Regulus replied, his tone sharp as a knife, almost warning, one could say. His hand squeezed yours tighter as if it could help him keep his anger at bay.

Sirius walked up to his brother and placed his hand on his shoulder, causing Regulus’ body to tense under his touch. “Regulus, please, let’s talk.” He held onto his brother tighter as if it was the only way to keep him from walking away. You quickly squeezed his hand, reassuring him that you were there for him.

“No! I don’t even care about what you have to say.” He shook his head, his teeth clenched. “You left that hellhole as you called it, now be happy and just please, leave me alone.” He sounded firm, but Sirius knew his little brother. He could feel the desperation in his voice, he just couldn’t understand.

“You’re still my brother and that will never change.” He replied, his eyes following Regulus’ every movement.

It was visible he didn’t expect his brother’s cold behaviour. Although they had their ups and downs, having different views on the Wizarding world, you never heard Regulus talk to anyone with so much hatred. And after all that you knew about them, you were sure it was not meant for the older Black, but more towards the situation they found themselves in.

“You lost all your rights to care about me as a brother when you walked out that door and left me.” He hissed in anger. You tried to whisper to him, calm him down, before he decided to say something else that he could regret.

“I never left you, Reg.” Sirius raised his voice, a panicking tone hidden behind his words. “I still care about you, but I couldn’t stay in that toxic household anymore. I couldn’t handle mother’s curses, I couldn’t handle her beatings, her hatred. It hurt too much.” Sirius’ grey eyes glistened of the unshed tears. You never imagined seeing him so broken after all the rumours you have heard of his obnoxious and selfish behaviour. He didn’t seem like the one you heard rumours about.

“Then go and celebrate and stop pretending like you care.” He scoffed as he tightened his grip around your hand and started pulling you after him.

“Regulus, talk to him. It’s been going on for so long.” You tried to get to him, but he seemed too determined to leave. “Regulus Black!” You raised your voice, stopping the boy in his steps. “Stop running away and face him.” You tried to convince him, but his body just tensed at the thought.

“Reg, please.” Sirius begged him from a few steps away from you, his tone desperate for his brother to hear him out.

Regulus stood beside you, his eyes full of pain, his body tense, his hand squeezing yours involuntarily. You lifted your other hand, caressing his arm, trying to calm him down.

“Why should I? You made it very clear that you don’t care about us. That you don’t care about me.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“That’s not true, Reg.” He shook his head immediately. “I do care about you. That’s why I have been trying to get in touch with you, but you are pushing me away.” Your eyes widened at his statement. Regulus never told you about his brother’s attempt to mend things. “I was mad at you, for being naive and listening to our mother, but that doesn’t change the fact that you are still my brother.”

“It clearly does. You have just walked out on me.” He hissed in anger.

“And do you realise how guilty I feel about that?” Sirius asked, his voice weakening. “I know that you love our mother and I know we have different views. And as much as I disagree with your thoughts, I don’t want to lose you.” Desperation was clear in his voice, but Reg just shook his head, trying to leave once again. However, you didn’t let him. You pulled his arm back, steading him beside you.

“Reg, talk to him.” You whispered.

“Regulus, I am trying to make things right here. I know you feel betrayed, and I can’t express how guilty I feel about it, but you are my brother and I don’t want to lose you.” Sirius was almost begging Regulus and knowing your boyfriend you knew he wasn’t far from giving in. You watched as he swallowed, his adam’s apple moved up and down firmly.

Regulus took a deep breath, his eyes finally focusing on his older brother. “Why did you leave without a word? I know our relationship wasn’t always the best, but you keep telling me I’m your brother, still you just walked out on me.” For the first time you finally saw Regulus opening up and you couldn’t deny how proud you were.

“It was a hasty decision. I didn’t think it through. I got up and left. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. But I never meant to ruin our relationship any further.” He shook his head as he walked closer again, placing his hand on Regulus’ shoulder. “It was horrible there, and I felt like I was sinking deeper, that I was being suffocated each and every day I spent in that house. I couldn’t handle our mother lashing out on me all the time and I just felt like I had to leave.” He breathed. “I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, nor do I want you to feel like I am asking you to. I really just want to make things right. You are my brother and I don’t plan on losing you.” He spoke full of determination. “Do you think we could try again?” He asked.

Regulus stood beside you, his breathing shaky, his hands sweating in your hold. “I guess it wouldn’t be that bad.” He replied coldly, but both you and Sirius knew it was just an act. Inside he was more than happy to start again with his brother. Sirius patted his brother’s shoulder with a happy grin across his face.

“Why don’t you two go to the kitchen and grab something from there, talk things through maybe?” You asked, both boys looking at you with a surprised expression.

“Now?” Regulus asked.

You tilted your head with a sweet smile as you spoke up. “Right now.” You stood on your tiptoes and hinted a small kiss on his lips, before letting go of his hand.

“But we said we would eat together.” Regulus tried to argue, but you knew it was all about his defence mechanism kicking in.

“Believe me, I think I can eat alone too.” You giggled. “You two have a lot to talk about, love. Now shoo!” You said.

“But-“ he tried to argue, but you cut him off.

“You asked me what I’d like for Christmas, didn’t you?” You asked and the boy nodded diligently. “I want you to go and sort things out between you. Now.” You added the last part in confirmation, which earned a chuckle from Sirius and a playful eye roll from Regulus. You kissed his cheek and left the boys behind, heading towards the Great Hall.

The next time you met Regulus, the welcoming and warm gaze he wore before was back in his eyes, shining brighter than ever. Words of his brother still limited, but showing continuous growth.

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Day 5 Birthday Plot Bunnies 2

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Title: For the Love of My Husband

Summary: Bilbo is a thief and a conman who has tricked Thorin, Crown Prince of Erebor, to marry him as an escape from a tight spot. He thought their marriage was happily enough, but Thorin feels a disconnect from the hobbit he’s married. To appease his family and strengthen their bond, Thorin asks Bilbo to take the Trial of Souls with him. Problem is, Bilbo doesn’t want Thorin to know anything about him because they are most assuredly not Ones. And if Thorin learns the truth, Bilbo will find himself back in the streets or worse...

In a darkened pub deep under the kingdom of Erebor, a hobbit and a dwarf squared off. The waiting crowd was near silent as they waited to see what would happen next. The dark haired beast of a dwarf looked fairly confident as he shared a smirk with his two friends directly behind him.

“What’ll it be, Took? Fold or settle?”

The hobbit nonchalantly lifted his overturn cup to sneak a peek at the two dice lying inside. 

“How about I raise you instead?”

It was silent for a moment before the dwarf, Drulik, burst into laughter followed by his cronies.

“Raise? You have nothing left to bet with.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” Bilbo stated before pulling out a silver harp-shaped brooch with thin golden strings.

The dwarves surrounding the gamblers all began murmuring at once, some trying to lean in for a closer view.

“Is that…?” One of Drulik’s dwarves gaped.

“Yes.” Bilbo announced calmly. “The Courting Gift of our dearly departed queen, Mahal rest her soul.”

“How did you get that?” Drulik demanded.

Bilbo gave him a wane smile as he tucked back into his vest with a pat. “It doesn’t matter. The question you should be asking is how much do you think it’s worth?”

The gambling den awaited Drulik’s long drawn out answer. It almost made the hobbit want to roll his eyes at the melodrama. However, after years on the streets, he knew a good show could sometimes be the difference between success and failure. And Bilbo didn’t fail. Finally, Drulik pulled out another bag, spilling the golden coins onto the pile between them.

“Settle.” Drulik demanded before revealing the contents under his cup.

The crowd cheered and whistled much to Drulik’s ego at the combined total of eleven from his dice. Nine Rings was a gambling game loved by Durin’s Folk and Men alike with a very simple premise. Highest total won. So you bet and bluff to convince your opponent that you have as close to twelve beneath the cup as possible. However, there was one small exception. Nine always trumped any other number. Therefore, when Bilbo lifted his cup to reveal the five and four, there was a near frenzy of excitement. Drulik was rendered speechless as Bilbo lifted his pint in cheer before downing the ale all in one go. Producing a sack from his coat pocket, he raked all the golden coins towards him.

“Well lads, this has been more excitement than any hobbit can take, but I think I’m going to leave now while my fortunes are in my favor.”

“You cheated.” Drulik growled. “You had to have.”

“Check my dice if you wish.” Bilbo offered with a shrug.

The tavern owner, Nifror, who ran as honorable a den as one could for thieves and ruffians was at their table in a flash. Bilbo had heard a tale that the last dwarf who cheated at the game got their loaded dice pinned, one to each hand, with a knife made by Nifror’s wife. He threw the dice a few times and each time they landed with a different number. He shrugged.

“The hobbit’s clean.”

“But that’s impossible.” One of Drulik’s own gaped.

“Yeah, we loaded them ourselves!” The other snarled.

There was a pause and then Old Nifror was on them in a flash. Some moved to help the old barkeep out. The rest roared and placed bets on the winner. Meanwhile, Bilbo used this as the perfect opportunity to sneak away. He dropped the loaded dice he had smuggled into his pocket on the ground with a snort. Like he would be that stupid. Now most would have worried walking around with that much gold around the dregs of Erebor’s underworld. Fortunately, Bilbo was a professional at remaining quiet and unseen. A talent he had been forced to pick up early in his life. Which is why he nearly screamed when a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Make a good haul?” The dwarf smirked.

Bilbo turned around with a glare. “You know you don’t have to be so smug every time you manage to catch me off guard.”

Nori, Bilbo’s oldest and dearest friend, just raised an eyebrow as he tried and failed to hide the mischievous superiority oozing from his every pore.

“Just like to remind you, you’re not the best just yet.”

Bilbo rolled his eyes as he continued on his way knowing the dwarf was following.

“We both know I was headed to your place eventually so is there a reason you’re bugging me now?”

“Can I not worry over the sake of my friend?” Nori gasped overdramatically.

Bilbo snorted but made no arguments or agreements.

“Well, if I were coming to find you, it might have something to do with the fact that your husband finished up his duties early today to surprise you.”

The coin he was holding nearly slipped from his suddenly numb fingers.

“Valar above!” Bilbo swore. “That dwarf. He’s positively incorrigible!”

“He’s in love.” Nori pointed out.

Bilbo scoffed. “Love. Well shit, looks like you’re going to have to take this to our hiding place for me.”

Bilbo shoved the bag of gold into the dwarf’s chest before power walking towards the secret tunnels. Nori kept stride with him, clearly not done delivering bad news.

“Are you anywhere close to the right amount?”

“I’ve nearly two-thirds at this point.”

“Bilbo, you only have a week left.”

“I’m well aware, Nori! Maybe it's enough to...buy me more time.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t the whole point of you marrying some rich noble supposed to give you easy access to the treasury?”

“It was, but there was one teeny detail we didn’t take into account.”

“What’s that?”

Bilbo paused, his face falling into a grimace. “In-laws.”

***

One of the first things Bilbo and Nori did upon their rushed and unplanned move to Erebor from Ered Luin was scope out the best places for a quick getaway. They just so happened to make kind with a chatty miner named Bofur who, while deep in his cup, told them that the royal wing originally was meant to be on the other side of the mountain. When the architects realized the disadvantage of having the royal family so far from the guards’ posts and war meeting rooms, rather than just move the furniture back down only to go back up on the correct side, they cut unmapped tunnels around the outside of the mountain. It also had the added advantage of getting their monarchy out quicker in the case of a coup if the knowledge hadn’t been lost through time. It was perfect for the thieves’ needs. In almost no time at all, Nori and Bilbo had found the tunnels and utilized them fully. 

Something the hobbit was thankful for now as he flew down the tunnel to get back to his room. He welcomed the blast of mountain wind to rapidly cool the sweat on his face before ducking back into the opposite entrance. There was a small alcove where Bilbo’s fancier clothes lay and he all but threw himself out of his worn threads for the finer silks and cotton. The last thing he did was pocket the brooch before sprinting back down the tunnel braiding and beading his hair on the run. Once he was back in the royals’ wing, he ducked his head out to make sure the coast was clear, and then silently made his way to his suite. After closing the door behind him, Bilbo relaxed against it, heaving a sigh of relief.

“And just where have you been, Husband of Mine?”

Bilbo prided himself on the fact that he did not squeak even if he did jump nearly two feet in the air. Thorin, Prince of Erebor, was lounging in the armchair by the fireplace looking rather pleased with himself. Bilbo attempted to calm his racing heart as he stepped forward, plastering what he hoped to be a loving grin on his face.

“Just a walk on the cliffs with Nori. Surely, you would not deny this hobbit the feel of fresh air and sunshine?”

Thorin stood at that point, meeting him about halfway. His thumb gently caressed Bilbo’s cheek.

“If I had it my way, I would deny you nothing, ukradê (my greatest heart).”

Bilbo hummed in practiced delight as he met his husband’s lips with his own. The hobbit was at least content with the knowledge that as far as dwarves went, Thorin was stunningly handsome. Not a sentiment necessarily shared with others of his race. Which worked out just fine for Bilbo as it left a prince of all things, uncommitted and available.

“By the way, look what I found this morning.” Bilbo stepped back with a teasing smile as he produced the brooch from his pocket.

“My mother’s brooch!” Thorin gaped as he took it reverently. “Where…?”

“It was under my bed. You must have dropped it when you paid me a surprise visit last night.”

Thorin smirked as he latched onto Bilbo’s hips. “I remember the night well.”

Oh, and he was a really, really good bed partner. No, Bilbo was well aware he could have it much worse. It was just the dwarf’s nauseating romanticism that nearly caused him to roll his eyes more than once. Thorin gave him a long lingering kiss before he bent forward to press his forehead against Bilbo’s own. Their hands found their way into each other’s naturally interlocking.

“I promise, it won’t always be like this.” Thorin murmured when he finally pulled away, his blue eyes shining brightly.

Like this. The dwarf was so dramatic. It constantly made Bilbo feel like some player performing for the court. Heaving a sigh as he looked down between their conjoined hands. 

“We’ve been married for eight months, and two of those have been spent here in Erebor. If your family was going to accept me, they would have done so by now.”

Thorin released his hands so he could lift Bilbo’s chin to look at him.

“Don’t lose faith yet, amrâlimê (my love). I have a plan.”

It was a good thing Bilbo was a talented actor. He laughed, causing Thorin to smile.

“You have a plan? That sounds dangerous.”

“Tease all you want, but I have all the confidence in this plan.”

“Well, out with it. What have you come up with?”

Thorin shook his head teasingly. “You’ll have to wait. I want it to be a surprise.”

Bilbo linked his arms around the dwarf’s neck for leverage as he started showering him with kisses at his jaw, the corner of his mouth, and his throat.

“And I couldn’t persuade you to tell me any sooner?”

“You are cruel, thundanûd (tiny embrace).” Thorin moaned, his hands resting on Bilbo’s arms.

“It’s only cruel if you don’t accept the invitation.” Bilbo teased back as he pulled at the prince’s tunic to allow him access to his collarbone.

Thorin shuddered once with want before finding the strength to pull away. He grasped Bilbo’s hands again as he kissed him deeply as an apology.

“Later. There will be time later. But now...we are having dinner with my family.”

Bilbo’s building fire of lust was immediately doused, a small frown settled on his forehead that Thorin attempted to kiss away. Lovely, the in-laws.

It certainly wasn’t that Bilbo wanted them to like him. He could honestly care less. It was just their dislike of him that made it really difficult for him to do...well, much of anything. Thrain, still mourning the loss of his dead wife, remained suspicious and hardened against Bilbo for the sheer fact that he was a hobbit. Their marriage had yet to be announced to the Council or even the mountain in general. Keeping Bilbo out of the public eye was Thrain’s number one priority which was certainly no hardship. It was Frerin and Dis he had the biggest problems with. Thorin’s brother and sister, ever loyal to him, seemed to think Bilbo wasn’t good enough for the dwarf, and constantly had Balin, the royal advisor, keeping tabs on him. Bilbo was reluctant to admit the dwarf’s keen eyes and sharp wit, but it had taken quite a few of Bilbo’s best moves to lose his tails before entering the secret tunnels.

Therefore, coming together in the Royal Dining Room for “family dinners” was a...stilted affair. There were only two redeeming features to those evenings. One, it was always the best food Bilbo had ever eaten in his life. And two, Thorin’s nephews, Fili and Kili, were not the least bit bothered by him and had some story worth telling that took the edge of him for a little bit at least.

“And then the axe sailed through the air and straight into the boar’s head. So technically, technically we aren’t responsible for the mess in the trophy room.” Kili finished.

“No.” Vili, their father snorted. “Just responsible for startling the poor guard that set off the chain of events.”

“Well how were we supposed to know he was right there?” Fili defended.

Bilbo snorted in spite of himself. “Watch the shadows.”

He immediately tensed after he said it as he waited for the barrage of insults to be hurtled his way.

“Spoken like a true thief.” Dis sneered.

Yep, right on cue.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t corrupt my sons.” She continued.

“Namad…” Thorin warned softly.

Thrain’s hand met the tabletop in a harsh bang. “What have I said about speaking our language in front of the Halfling?!”

Bilbo sighed and turned his attention to his soup as the line of Durin flexed their tempers. Thorin rising to his defense, Dis and Thrain attempting to argue their points louder, Frerin leaving snide quips here and there, and Vili trying and failing to keep the peace. The joy of family dinners.

“Actually, while we’re on this subject, I have something to say.” Thorin demanded, his voice low and regal. “I will be gone the remainder of the week.”

Everyone, including Bilbo, froze and stared up at Thorin in relative confusion and outrage. The prince’s eyes were boring holes straight into his father whose scowl would be enough to frighten wargs off at this point.

“And just where will you be?” The king finally spat.

Thorin reached down for Bilbo’s hand making the hobbit supremely discomforted. Thorin’s eyes were soft and pleading though as they met his.

“We will be taking the Trial of Souls.”

“We’ll be doing what now?” Bilbo questioned.

“Thorin…” Dis murmured at a surprisingly subdued volume, her eyebrows knitted together.

“Finally! A sensible idea!” Frerin declared. 

All eyes rested on the brunette as he raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t you think? I mean, to put it bluntly, everyone at this table has been trying to convince Thorin out of this marriage in some way. When they don’t emerge from the tunnels together, that would be a pretty good indicator of the truth.”

“We haven’t. We like Bilbo.” Kili reminded softly.

Bilbo shot the troublemakers a quick smile of thanks. They were idiots, but they were sweet. Meanwhile, Thrain was rubbing his beard in thought before nodding once.

“Yes, this will do well. In fact, if you make it through all five chambers, I’ll hold a feast in honor and publically accept your union.”

Thorin nodded, still looking rather cross with his father. “As I’d hoped.”

Bilbo found he couldn’t take it anymore. “Now, wait! Wait just a minute! What is this...Trial of Souls?”

Thorin stared at his father for permission, and the king granted it almost the picture of satisfaction. Being a gambler, it made Bilbo largely nervous as Thorin turned back towards him.

“It’s a series of tests to prove two dwarves...or in our case, a dwarf and a hobbit, are Ones.”

Bilbo’s mouth opened and shut a couple of times, but no words were able to come out.

“Problem, Halfling?” Dis questioned with mock innocence.

“Thorin, a moment if you please.” Bilbo was finally able to say as he pulled his stone-headed husband out into the hall.

“Are you serious?!” He finally rounded on him.

“What?” Thorin questioned.

“Thorin, I…” Bilbo fought for the right words without making this worse. “I don’t understand. What exactly do we have to prove? We’re married. Shouldn’t that be enough?!”

Thorin sighed. “It should. You are correct, ibinê (my gem). But don’t you see? It’s perfect! My family will be satisfied by our success at the Trials, and it’ll be irrefutable evidence to the rest of the mountain if any rose to challenge us. And politics aside, I want this for us.”

“Us?” Bilbo repeated too numb to be completely in control of his mouth.

“Yes!” Thorin nodded eagerly. “Couples that pass the Trials of Souls find they become closer than ever. Our...relationship hasn’t been for very long, and I respect that your past is painful to you, but I want to know you azyungel (love of loves). I want to know everything there is to know about my husband, and share myself in return. What do you say?”

Now being a hardened thief, the hobbit knew a thing or two about how to get out of a seemingly hopeless situation. However, as his mind swirled and swirled around the damnable logic of Thorin’s decision, he found himself becoming dizzy and nauseated. That was it then. Bilbo was doomed. He had just enough time to get out a soft ‘nope’ before he fell over in a dead faint.