#time to pee radiation for 3 days!

[ticcypuppie]

when you're forced to eat the radioactive egg sandwich

[ellemj]

Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 5

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**Read part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4 first for the full effect.**

Summary: As the night drags on, Bucky continues helping you through the peak activity of the chemical compound that you were both exposed to.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral sex, profanity, sex pollen (dubcon), near-somnophilia, dry humping, praise, possessive!Bucky, use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Special thanks to @littlemiss-yeehaw for helping with the warnings <3

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires more warnings.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: I'm living for y'alls reactions to this series over the last few days. Thank you all SOOO much for the continued support and unbelievably kind words. I hope this part does something for you all, hehe. Also, I apologize for any errors you may find. I only proofread it once and I kinda half-assed it. I hate proofreading my own work.

After sleeping the longest stretch so far tonight, you wake up at 2 am with excessively sore legs and a dire need to pee. You debate for a moment whether or not it’s smart to get up, taking into account how unstable you feel as soon as you push the covers back and seat yourself on the edge of the bed. You’re beginning to realize that maybe 75% of your pain and soreness is from the chemical that’s still working in your system, while the other 25% is from having sex with a super soldier. You peek over your shoulder at the man who lays on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly with his lips parted the tiniest bit. Something stirs deep in the pit of your stomach when you look at him. That’s new. You brush it off as being another onslaught of arousal that you’re going to be experiencing against your will. You lean over and retrieve your panties from the floor, sliding them up your legs silently. You’re sure that they’ll just end up right back on the floor, but with two loads of cum having been thoroughly fucked into you in the last few hours, you don’t want to risk anything dripping down your leg on your trek to the bathroom.

            You move slowly, pushing yourself up to a standing position and steadying yourself with a hand on the bedside table before making your way to the door. As you reach the threshold, the pain in your legs intensifies to a much less bearable level and you freeze, your right hand raising up to grip the door frame for support. You just need to make it ten feet down the hall and into the bathroom and you’ll be fine. Of course, it’s not going to go that easily for you. Has anything gone according to plan tonight? No. You hear Bucky stir behind you, the covers rustling as he awakes.

            “Where are you going?” His sleepy voice tugs at you, making you look over your shoulder again. He’s propped up on one elbow now, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then narrowing them in your direction.

            “I have to pee. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whisper. Why are you whispering? You’re the only two people in this house and you’re both awake now. Maybe it’s the darkness of the house making you feel like it’s supposed to be quiet hours.

            “Why are you holding onto the door frame?” He questions. It takes him less than two seconds to figure out the scene in front of him. He doesn’t know why you have to be so stubborn and insistent on doing shit yourself all the time. You’re no different in the field. Before you can answer him, he’s climbing out of bed and slipping his boxers back on. You close your eyes and sigh, not even needing to look back to know what he’s doing. Suddenly, you feel the warmth radiating off of his body behind you, then his flesh hand lands on your lower back.

            “I’m not completely useless, James.” You mutter, letting go of the door frame and taking a step forward. The pain in your thighs makes you feel as though your legs might give out with just that one step. You suck in a harsh breath and freeze for a second time.

            “Right.” If you weren’t so focused on keeping your balance and fighting back tears of agony, you’d have already shoved him away from you. He keeps his hand on your lower back, not daring to scoop you up and carry you to the bathroom like he wants to. Instead, he lets you move at your own pace down the hall. As slow as a fucking turtle. James. You’ve never called him that before. Maybe putting his dog tags around your neck reminded you that he’s called things other than just Bucky, or Barnes, or ass. He takes that as you being one step closer to giving him what he wants most tonight.

            Once you finally reach the bathroom door, he lets you step inside alone. But as soon as you move to shut the door between the two of you, he stops it with his vibranium hand.

            “The door stays open.” His tone is no different than the one that you hear him use so often in the field, the one that he uses when he thinks he can give you orders like the sergeant he is. It’s never worked on you before and it sure as hell won’t now.

            “I’m not letting you watch me pee.” You argue, trying to push the door closed again. Your efforts are fruitless, no match for his strength and his determination to keep the door open.

            “Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t want to watch. I’m going to stand out here and wait, but I don’t feel like busting down the damn door if you fall.” You almost laugh. Not wanting him to see the small smile that’s beginning to turn up the corners of your mouth, you give in and turn around, heading over to the toilet. As you face the door once more, you watch Bucky step to the side so he’s just behind the wall, giving you the tiniest bit of privacy. You relieve yourself quickly, but as you’re standing up and pulling your panties back into place, a fresh wave of stinging pain travels down your spine, making you lurch forward and grab onto the edge of the sink for support. Bucky hears your hands land on the hard granite and he hears the way your breathing quickly changes from its usual calm rhythm to a quickened rhythm of discomfort. He wastes no time stepping into the small bathroom, placing himself behind you and looking at you in the mirror.

            “What is it?” He asks, looking you over with a worried expression. Normally that worried expression would annoy you out in the field. He gets the same look when you come to the end of a firefight and he isn’t sure if you’re injured or not, or when you haven’t been responding on comms. It’s always made you feel like he thinks you can’t handle yourself. So, why now do you feel cared for?

            “Just the same shit we’ve been dealing with all night.” You answer after taking in a deep, shaky breath. Unexpectedly, his hands end up on your hips. You’re starting to get used to him doing that. Instead of his touch giving you at least some minimal relief, your pain doesn’t subside. You wonder if maybe it’s because he’s touching you over your t-shirt. Maybe skin-to-skin contact is what you need right now. “Touch me.” Your words come out as a whisper, your eyes meeting his in the reflection of the mirror. Something flashes in his eyes, something that you think must be surprise at your request. Of course you’d write it off as that. It was actually a flash of desire, as your words immediately sent all of the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick. He knows that you only asked him to touch your skin, without any ulterior motives. He knows that. It’s his dick that doesn’t get the memo. He places his flesh palm across the middle of your back, pushing you forward gently until you’re bent over the sink. Adrenaline begins coursing through your veins and anticipation warms your core. You didn’t know how much you needed this again. He fingers the hem of your shirt, stealing one more look at you in the mirror before slowly sliding it up your back. As soon as your black panties are revealed to him, he lets out a barely audible groan. He closes his eyes for a second, gathering himself, before pushing your shirt up further until it rests near your shoulders. He lets his hands run down your back now, his flesh hand warm and soft and his vibranium hand cool and soothing. You feel the stinging pain along your spine easing in the slightest as you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

            “Where does it hurt?” As he bends his upper body over yours, you feel his bare torso making contact with your back, his crotch so close to pressing against your ass. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks in the most tender yet sexually-charged tone you’ve ever heard fall from a man’s mouth.

            “My back.” You answer him promptly, the pain evident in your voice. You’re ready for whatever it is that he might do to help you. As much as you hate to say it, you’re looking forward to whatever he might do. He slides his hands up your back again, before dragging them back down just like he did before. It’s not enough for you. You wonder if it’s enough for him, and the easiest way to get an answer to your question is to arch your back a little and push your ass back against him. You feel the hard outline of his cock line up with your ass and you can’t help the giggle that sneaks past your lips. Infuriating. He finds you fucking infuriating.

            “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice is tense and you note the way the muscle along the side of his jaw is flexed. He’s quick to grip your waist, holding you still against the edge of the sink. His gaze narrows at you in the mirror and you think he looks almost bothered, but a little voice in the back of your head is screaming at you to test the waters.

            “Hmm?” You grind your ass back again, expecting him to stop you by utilizing his hold on your waist, but he simply looks down at your ass as it rubs against his boner. You can’t read his face now. Is he bothered? Turned on? Does he want to fuck again? Bucky can barely even read himself. His cock is as hard as it’s been every other time you’ve been this close to him tonight, but within his mind, he’s warring with himself. He held himself back both of the previous times that you had sex. He was careful, diluting the strength and intensity with which he fucked you. He still fully enjoyed it, in fact, it was the best sex he’s ever had. But he was scared he’d hurt you, or even worse, that he’d get so lost chasing his own relief that he wouldn’t even notice he was practically using you.

            He lets you continue your ministrations for a few seconds, watching intently as you grind against him, your back arched and your hair cascading over your shoulder. You’re so damn pretty like this that it hurts him to look at you for too long. Especially when he’s not currently inside you. He could probably stand to look at you longer if he was buried deep inside of you.

            An idea crosses his mind. Something that he hadn’t been clear-minded enough to think about either of the other two times that you had sex tonight. He wants to taste you.

First, he’s going to make you scream his name while he draws an orgasm from you with only his mouth and fingers, and then he’s going to make you moan his name while he fucks your pussy.

            “You know, you’ve been such a good girl tonight.” Oh my god. He did not just call you that. Bucky fucking Barnes did not just call you a good girl while his hard-on is pressed against your ass. The movement of your hips falters, but he watches as your cheeks begin to burn pink in the mirror and your eyes widen at his words. He’s found a weakness of yours.

You feel his fingertips slide beneath the waistband of your panties, slipping them down your legs in one deft movement. You kick them off to the side and you don’t miss the smug smile painted across his face while he watches you comply so readily. His foot moves between yours now, nudging them further apart. You fully expect him to strip off his own boxers and fuck you next. Instead, he leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your left shoulder, then your right shoulder, and then he ghosts his lips all the way down your spine. A chill runs through your body, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. What the hell is he doing? You can’t even form the words to question him, especially not when his hands begin kneading your ass as he gets down on his knees behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You steal his last question, but your voice is far more shaky and unsure than his was. Suddenly, his hands spread your ass cheeks apart and he circles the tip of his tongue over your clit. “OH MY GOD,” you cry out, completely powerless to do anything other than grip the edge of the sink and scrunch your eyes closed, your back arching even more than it was before.

“Hmm?” The sound he makes causes vibrations to run through his tongue and straight to your clit, drawing another loud moan from you. You can’t think of a single thing to say, you can’t think at all really. He eats you out like it’s the sole cure for the damn chemical that he inhaled earlier tonight.  He focuses his mouth on your clit, switching between licking and sucking at it, memorizing the way you taste. You’re seeing stars less than thirty seconds after he sunk down to his knees. Bucky. His name is the only thing in your brain. You bite down on your bottom lip with a bruising force. As you fight to hold back from moaning his name, your right hand reaches up and grasps the dog tags around your neck, running your thumb over the inscription as he pleasures you with his mouth. James B Barnes. You feel yourself getting undeniably close to your orgasm, and he must realize it because he only increases his efforts.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He taunts, reaching up and rubbing circles against your clit with his fingers as he waits for your response. You nod, but knowing he can’t see you from his current position between your legs, you choke out a breathy answer.

“I’m so fucking close, J—” You cut yourself off abruptly before you slip up and say his name.

“What was that on the end there? Go on, say it.” He eggs you on, pride flaring in his chest at the fact that you almost said his first name. He was so close to hearing it. You shake your head, more to yourself than him, refusing to open your mouth again. “I thought you were going to be a good girl for me, Y/n.” You hear him tsk beneath you and you fear he’s going to stop everything. That is, until you feel his mouth attach to your clit once more and then…

            “JAMES!” You scream his name so loud that you’re sure any enemy surveillance within a three-mile radius heard you. You couldn’t help it, you didn’t even think about it as it left your lips. He plunged two fingers into you without warning and curled them, all while flattening his tongue against your clit and giving you the most perfect, wet friction there.

You screamed his fucking name.

            Bucky was full of pride and possessiveness, and so unbelievably horny. He put everything he had into drawing an orgasm out of you with his mouth and fingers, and in the end, he had you cumming so hard that you were grinding into his mouth with your left hand behind you, gripping onto his hair. You screamed his name a total of three times before your shaking legs threatened to send you tumbling to the floor, and Bucky couldn’t stand not being inside of you anymore.

            That brings you to where you are now: bent over the bathroom sink with Bucky thrusting his cock into you from behind. His right hand is fisting your hair at the back of your head, making sure you can’t move to look at anything other than the reflection of him fucking the shit out of you. It’s as if a damn broke when you screamed his name the first time and now his name falls from your lips repeatedly as you moan and meet each of his thrusts, desperately chasing your second orgasm. He nearly comes undone when he hears a soft Bucky, please under your breath.

            “That’s it, Y/n, say my fucking name.” He groans out, his hips snapping into you a little harder as you make eye contact with him in the mirror. Your eyes are begging him to let you cum. “You wanna cum on my cock, don’t you?” He goads, that familiar, frustrating smirk taking over his features. You nod your head as he fucks into you roughly, the sounds of his skin pounding against yours only making you wetter around his cock.

            “Please, please Bucky. I need to cum.” You beg. You beg. Shit, he’s going to lose it. A deep, guttural groan is ripped from his throat as his head falls back and he moves his hands to your hips, his fingertips digging into your skin and definitely leaving bruises behind.

            “Go ahead, cum for me.” He commands, rutting into you and hitting just the right spot to send you careening over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you and sends butterflies from your stomach, down to your pussy. You clench around him so hard that his own orgasm lurches forward. “Shit, just like that, baby, take it.” He lets go inside you, filling you up with more cum than the last two rounds combined. There’s so much cum that you can feel it dripping down his shaft as he continues to slowly fuck his hard cock into you. You’re so close to begging him not to pull out. You want to ask him to just stay here like this, to let you memorize what it’s like to have him inside of you like this. You’re falling off the deep end.

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            “Shh, I wasn’t going to wake you.” Bucky whispers against the side of your neck. You blink the sleep from your eyes, trying to remember where you are. You’re wide awake once you feel the head of his cock slipping past your folds and sliding halfway inside you.

            “Bucky…” You whimper at the unexpected penetration, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in. Your entrance is so sore from the three other times that you’ve fucked tonight. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of you at a gentle, steady pace grounds you. He’s spoon-fucking you in bed. You both crashed after he took you from behind in the bathroom earlier, and instead of you being the first one to wake up this time, it was him. He woke up so hard and desperate to feel you again. He wanted to let you sleep as long as you possibly could, especially when you looked so comfortable and peaceful in bed next to him, but he needed to hear you say his name again. He fucks you so slowly and tenderly that you can feel every single inch of him as he takes his time with you. You lean back into him, hooking your left leg back and over his legs as he continues his work. He takes your change of position as a go-ahead and his vibranium hand travels up your side, slipping underneath your shirt and grasping one of your tits. Fuck. He hasn’t touched you there before. You moan as he does what he wants with your body, each of your orgasms building up at a leisurely pace. Something about the way he’s fucking you this time feels so much more intimate, so much more like making love. You know you should hate it. You should want to go back to the rough, near hate-sex you were having earlier tonight, but you can’t find it within yourself to change a damn thing.

            “You’re so perfect…” Bucky whimpers in your ear. He attaches his lips to the skin just below your ear. You feel his tongue on your skin, licking and then sucking far too gently to leave any visible mark. He wants to mark you up. God, he wants to mark you up. But he knows better than to let anyone find out about any of this. While Bucky is busy reminding himself not to leave any visible marks on your skin, you’re seconds away from giving him the only other thing he wanted tonight. He keeps massaging your neck, the curve of your jaw, and the shell of your ear with his lips and tongue. Without a single thought in your mind, you turn your head to him and press your lips against his. Every muscle in his body freezes, but you feel his cock twitch inside of you. You know you shouldn’t have done it, but now that you’re doing it, you can’t stop. You kiss him harder, sucking on his bottom lip and moaning against him. Bucky thinks he could cum just from this, from being inside you completely still while you kiss him. He wastes no time now, his vibranium hand tilting your chin up for him and giving him a good angle to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Fuck.

Your mouth tastes as good as your cunt.

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[sunsetsimon]

not smutty but, what do you think the boys love languages are?

(sorry if you already answered this)

also, love your blog and so relieved to hear that you’re okay🩷🩷

thank you so much darling <3

johnny's love language is physical touch. he feels most connected to you when he's able to cuddle, hug, and hold you. deployments become harder the longer you're together as he doesn't want to be gone as long. phone calls and letters matter to him greatly of course, but all he can think about is having you back in his arms.

some of his favorite things to do are giving you massages, showering/bathing together, cuddling, and holding hands. he's always sneaking his hand under the table to grab yours, pulling it to rest on his thigh so he can play with your fingers. lightly rubbing each knuckle, his soft touch tickles you, a silent way for him to say "i love you".

his favorite place for you to touch him is on the back of his neck.

simon's love language is quality time. all he wants to do is be around you, even if there's no talking involved. having your presence calms him and makes him feel complete. you constantly catch him staring at you, his eyes following you every time you move around the room as if he'd miss something. don't even think about being slick about something, simon will see it!

his favorite part of the day is winding down in bed with you, reading his book while you lay beside him, searching for a show to watch on the tv. if you're going out to do something, he automatically assumes that he'll be going with you. what do you mean you're going to the store without him? :( of course he still gives you your space, but if you ask him, he'll say he doesn't need any.

si is clingy in his own little ways <3

kyle's love language is words of affirmation. he loves to talk to you, sharing new thoughts and facts with each other constantly. he’s listening of course, keeping every word locked in a special corner of his mind, dedicated for you. but he can’t help but get distracted by your beauty. those lips that he loves to kiss so much, your facial expressions that he loves to read, your gestures that he loves to watch, kyle is so smitten.

“you’re so beautiful,” he says randomly, after you’ve just spent the last few minutes explaining the book you’ve been reading. it takes you aback, blinking at him until you realize what he’d said.

“thank you,” you blush, completely forgetting what you’d just been saying. his gaze suddenly feels intense, the love radiating off of his body and filling the room.

“c’mere and give me a kiss.”

john's love language is acts of service. no matter how much you beg him to relax, he feels the constant need to be doing something. and what better to stay busy with than doing everything for his partner? if he knows that it’ll take you energy to do it, he’s making sure it gets done before you can even think about it!

keeping the bills in order, cleaning, cooking dinner, grocery shopping, you name it - john’s on it. he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing mundane life things, but he feels fulfilled when he’s able to take care of you in more ways than just financially.

you have to beg him to just relax with you, to order take out and cuddle while watching random movies all night. of course he can’t resist you though, anything to make his partner happy :)

könig's love language is physical touch! he's not one for PDA, but he will rest his hand at the small of your back just to guide you and keep you close. good luck escaping him at home though, because he'll find any excuse to touch you!

back hugs, gripping your thigh, washing you in the shower, he wants it all. könig is huge, about twice the size of most humans, so he uses this to his advantage to trap you in bed with him. his body pins you to the mattress, forcing you to submit to his nonstop cuddles.

“where are you trying to go? everything you need is right here,” he says, pointing to himself as you squirm underneath him.

“the restroom isn’t! so let me go pee!”

[babyhedonistt]

TOO CLOSE TO TOUCH - EIGHT

WARNING // Angst, sexual advances

February 2022

“Is he ever going to come out?” Folio asks, approaching Noah’s bedroom door as Jolly rests his shoulder against the doorframe. “How long has it been?” Folio asks.

Jolly pulls his hoodie sleeve up slightly, as he checks his watch. “Going on 71 hours?” Jolly scoffs. “What the hell happened after he left Y/N’s?” Folio throws his arms up in confusion.

Jolly shrugs. Jolly knew what happened, but for the time being Folio was better off not knowing. “They got into an argument.” He says. “So? They’ve gotten into arguments before, did she cut his hair off or something as a joke?” Folio chuckles.

Jolly shakes his head. “Whatever it was about, fucked him up I guess.”

“I’m texting Y/N. She’ll tell me.” Folio takes out his phone before Noah opens the door looking horrible. His long hair was messy, he had dark blue bags under his eyes before clearing his throat, his eyes squinting at the bright light radiating from the hallway.

“I gotta pee.” He grunts before pushing his way past Folio into the bathroom. Folio makes a grossed out look on his face before Jolly peered into his room and nearly gagged. “Dudes been pissing into bottles.”

Ruffilos bedroom door closed as he made his way down the hallway to the group. “He finally came out?”

Jolly and Folio nodded before Ruffilo walks into Noah’s room up to his computer. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

Folio and Jolly pour into Noah’s room as Ruffilo stands in front of the screen.

Noah’s desk was cluttered with piss filled water bottles, open journals and scribbled pages filled with lyrics and editing. The three peered at the screen to 3 song files they had been working on that had now been marked ‘completed’.

“No fucking way dude.” Jolly gasps. “He finished them?” Folio added on as Ruffilo cleared his throat.

“Yeah.” A raspy voice calls from the doorway. Noah stood in the doorway with his hands shoved in his pant pockets. “That’s what you’ve been doing in here for like three days?” Ruffilo asks, pointing at the computer.

“yeah.” Noah simply says. “What the fuck did you and Y/N argue about to make you lock you in your bedroom for three days?” Ruffilo squints at him.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about her right now.”

“I would think now is a good time.” Ruffilo shrugs with a scoff. Noah approaches his computer and unplugs the flash drive from the monitor. “I gotta get this to Matt.”

“Noah. Come on dude. You tell me everything.” Ruffilo places a hand on Noah’s shoulder which he just shakes off and walks out of the room.

Nick Ruffilo never admitted it, but that hurt him a lot deeper than he would ever tell anyone from that day on.

Present day

You helped Noah off the ground and took a harsh look at the bruising on his face. You bring your hand up and he stops it before your finger tips manage to touch his face.

“Don’t.”

“You need to be cleaned up before the show.” You focus on aiding him. You couldn’t bear to look at his damaged face, knowing you were the cause of it.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He tries and you hold up a finger to him. “Noah I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now. You have a show in a half an hour and you look like you got hit by a car.” You turned your back to him and started walking back to the others.

“I can’t do the show if you’re mad at me.” He shook his head grabbing your wrist. “Noah let me go.” you warn him. He shook his head and tried to go for your other one before you start getting angrier. So many lies, so many things he didn’t tell you. Now his best friend hates him and he got hurt because of you.

“Nick is already mad at you, so maybe take that and put it towards your performance.”

You shake your hand from him and start walking back to the rest of the boys, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

Noah didn’t even try to overpower you, make you stay, make you hear him out like he usually does.

No.

He fucked up.

He knows he fucked up.

And this time you weren’t the only one who got hurt.

February 2022

"Are you sure you want to cut it all off?" Jolly asks, sitting across Noah who sat, all tied up in the salon chair. Noah nods. "I think it's needed with the new album."

Folio turned his phone sideways and pressed the record button. "Damnnnn, man this is gonna be good." He chuckles. Ruffilo sat quietly to himself, his leg laying on top of the other with his arms crossed.

"You didn't wanna wait until Y/N got here?" Folio asks.

"She's not coming." Noah and Jolly said at the same time, eerily at the same time. Folio nods, slightly confused before the hairdresser returns, clapping his hands together in an excited manner. "All right! New year new hair!"

Present Day

"10 minutes till sound check!" Matt peeks his head into the dressing room with a nod. The tech support came in and hooked a microphone pack on the back of Noah's belt. You quietly put clear bandages by his eye as he held the ice upon the bruising. You put antibiotic ointment on his lip to stop it from bleeding.

He looked like shit.

"Will you say something? Anything?" He asks. He has been staring into your eyes since you started aiding him and it took every ounce of willpower you had remaining in you to not lock eyes with this man. He knew how to make you forgive him. It was always a game between the two of you. You're not even sure you had something to be mad at him about.

He wrote a song about you. So what?

No. That's not it.

It was the fact he didn't talk to you for almost a year. He mailed you an NDA without any warning or apology. He wanted you to be viewed as the bad guy so he didn't have to put up with his own ego in having feelings for his best friend's sister. He did all this shit, and then turned around, telling you he suddenly wanted you and that nothing else mattered and no one else needed to know?

"Ow. Y/N, you're hurting me." He winces gently as you realized you were pushing to hard on his face after putting on the bandaid.

"Sorry." You grunt.

Noah Sebastian has made shit decisions.

Noah Sebastian has done you more harm than good.

Noah Sebastian makes you cry.

But...

You look up to him as your gaze finally meets his soft, raw expression.

Noah Sebastian was damaged.

Noah Sebastian was hurt

Noah Sebastian was hiding his pain.

Noah Sebastian denied having sex with you to protect your feelings.

Noah Sebastian was protecting you from himself.

So why was it that you still wanted him anyways?

To be continued...

Authors Note : I've been sick with mono y'all. My body feels like doo doo. This story is still progressing I do apologize it took a minute for this chapter to come out! As always I hope you enjoyed and please leave your lovely comments <3

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[fairybinie]

.✰ | how they would react to you surprising them on tour

wc: 3k (i’m sorry)

genre: fluff, angst if you squint…

warnings: idol!txt x gn!reader, established relationship, long distance is implied, pet names, profanity, kissing, suggestive at some points but nothing big 😛

psst: now that txt are going on tour again i felt the need to write this ! also taehyun’s is a little more sad than i was intending but don’t be fooled (thank you @boba-beom for helping me with this <3)

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— YEONJUN:

he would shower you with physical affection and never let you out of his sight. as soon as he finishes performing and the concert has come to an end, he dashes off to find you backstage, waiting for him. for the entirety of those two hours he knew you surprised him with your presence and it only made him eager to finally see you. he was giddy throughout the day and some moas might even say there was a shimmering glow that radiated on his face for the whole night.

“babe, put me down!” you let out some breathless giggles, feeling tight in his embrace as yeonjun picked you up and twirled you around. you knew he had been working out to prepare for the tour, but damn those were some sturdy arms. the members found the scene to be amusing, giving remarks to each other that at least it wasn’t them. some of the staff even found the opportunity to take some pictures of the two of you, to which you were grateful for later. even while you were looking over the photos together, your boyfriend snuck his hand around your lower back, rubbing it soothingly.

every moment yeonjun somehow thought of a new way to display his affection. whether it’d be hugging you, kissing you, holding your hand tightly to the point where they became clammy, he didn’t care though. when you attempted to talk to the other members, you felt your hand tug behind you and you face the boy who has a full pout on his lips, not wanting you to leave. even when you were in desperate need to use the bathroom (your stubborn self waiting it off ever since you landed, deciding that your boyfriend was priority) yeonjun didn’t want to let you out of his grasp. you had to remind him that you were there for the week so he should give you more space. you two will have your own time alone the other days that you plan to stay there. though, when you mentioned that, yeonjun’s lips quivered and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy’s behavior. you knew he loved you too much.

“jjunie, love, you can’t even let me use the restroom?” you say while sitting in his lap on the couch, his hands securing around your waist perfectly. earning a hard no, as expected, you resorted to threatening to pee on his pants, and that’s when he quickly backed away in disgust. as you walked cautiously, you looked behind you every now and then and saw yeonjun stare to the ground, a blankless but solemn expression on his face. he can’t see you leave for two minutes, you don’t know how he was going to handle it once you do actually leave. still, you were greeted with his expectant face once you were done doing your business. “ready to go, babe?” he offered his hand out with a soft smile on his face, his manner similar to a charioteer. he was ridiculous, but you did miss his physical affection and you knew you would regret not giving into it once you left. you wanted to make every moment count.

once you were in your hotel at the end of the night, yeonjun immediately took you to the bed and cuddled the hell out of you. legs intertwined together, him running his hands through your hair as he felt each strand with his finger, cooing sweet words into your ears as he softly kissed each part of your face. though you enjoyed the moment, you had to remind him that he needed to go live on weverse. this was the first show of the tour and he had planned to go on the platform and chat with the fans. he argued, but ultimately gave in with a few suggestive promises from you. “just stay there,” he refers to your spot on the end of the couch and you watch him do his thing. the boy doesn’t miss the chance to glance at you every so often, barely able to contain a smile.

— SOOBIN:

he would offer you his hospitality and make sure you’re well situated backstage. maybe it’s the leader aspect in him, but soobin wants to show you the ins and outs of everything. especially since you’re not familiar with the idol life, you find him educating you on the daily. this time it’s no different, don’t get him wrong, he was pleasantly surprised to see you. meeting with him before the show started sent a shock all over his body and you felt pleased that you managed to pull this off on him. hugs and kisses were exchanged, some ‘i missed you’s’, but as soon as that was over, he turned full bodyguard over you.

before the show started he showed you around, guiding you with his hand in yours. directing you to where the artist lounge was, the restrooms, the secret place where you could watch the entire concert with the staff without being seen. you were good to go, so you sent him off with a kiss and assured him you would be fine. soobin was rushed into hair and makeup and before you know it, he’s on stage doing what he does best. you were in awe the entire time, watching the carefully crafted choreography with the special effects alongside them, while hearing their heavenly vocals (you were surprised with their stability.) you definitely didn’t know the idol life but this summed it up for you. and you loved it, you were glad he was doing it.

as soobin got off the stage with beomgyu and taehyun while yeonjun and kai did their thing in the meantime, the boy couldn’t help but notice you were not in your designated seat. panic comes over him as he asks some staff around, wondering where you were. even while he was changing into his next outfit and his makeup was being touched up, the worry wouldn’t go away. there was some time left before he had to return and he took this moment to urgently look for you, only to see you leaving the snack stand.

“you scared me, bub” he says as relief takes over him. you munch on your muffin while giving him doe eyes, genuinely unsure of his reaction. that was until you realized that this boy had to be on stage in one minute, and that’s when you hurriedly rushed him to join beomgyu and taehyun as they waited for their cue. soobin instructs you with some things you couldn’t even listen to, considering you were too focused on returning him back in time. you once again reassured him, gave him a kiss on the cheek (the other two boys gagging in response) and watched them enter the stage again. each vcr break it was the same process.

there were even moments where soobin would get slightly jealous that others were helping you out instead of him. once the concert was over, you had asked kai for his assistance and soobin was just a tad late to the task. you didn’t even notice until he stood back in a pout, crossing his arms together as his leg slanted to the side. when you asked him what his deal was, he admitted that he wanted to be the one to help you out. you found your boyfriend to be cute in this moment, booping his nose to get some kind of smile out of him. “baby, you’ve been helping me out all night!” still, he wanted to protect you and that’s when you knew this was much deeper than just showing you around. he wants to keep you safe at all times.

— BEOMGYU:

he would bicker with you the entire time and complain about how he wasn’t let in on the surprise. once you met up with beomgyu hours before soundcheck was set to kick off, his reaction was certainly not something you would have expected, let alone hoped for. here you were, arms open expecting to be tackled into a bear hug, and the boy can only scowl at you. his brown eyes squint together as his mouth forms a v shape and the famous words are said. “why didn’t you tell me?”

at first, you thought he was genuinely upset with you. did you two have a fight you didn’t know about? your question was soon answered as beomgyu hit you with his nonsense and that’s when it was apparent he was joking. in his true manner, of course. he bombarded you with questions, asking how long you planned this for, how much you paid, if the flight was okay, if you’re currently paying for a hotel, pretty much all money needs. you even looked at the members for some kind of support to back you up and the boys whistled off while walking away as they scratched their heads. useless.

“baby, if you had told me i would’ve gotten you vip tickets! i would’ve let you stay with me in my hotel!” and all other concerns spewed off his tongue. it was at this point you realized you two didn’t even hug yet, to which you complained about. beomgyu rolls his eyes as he reluctantly joins you in on a side hug. you groan, pulling his arm around you, practically forcing him to hug you with effort. your boyfriend notices this and eventually gives in, a smirk riding off his face as he embraces you with both arms, rocking you in the process. the noticeable height difference doesn’t stop him from first kissing your forehead before he pulls you in for a kiss on the lips, tracing your bottom cheek with his thumb. you two gaze into each others eyes, finally ecstatic to be reunited after so many months. the moment couldn’t be more perfect. you stay this way for a bit more until beomgyu starts going off with more of his complaints.

it’s like this for the whole show. every time he’d come backstage during vcr he’d give you one sentence relating to how you should’ve told him. he’d gotten so predictable that even the members started saying it along with him. once the group was finished for the night, here was your puppy like boyfriend sulking in the corner, still wondering why you didn’t tell him. he could’ve helped you out, especially helped you save money. “it kinda defeats the purpose of the surprise,” you answer with a smile as you pat his head for some comfort. the boy can’t help but look at you with big eyes and it’s at this moment where he grows appreciative of you being here. though he wished he supported you, he’s nonetheless overwhelmed with positive emotions that you’re here. his number one supporter surprising him at his concert. what more could he ask for?

beomgyu also ended the night with a live, and you sat watching him engage with his fans. he answered some questions regarding the tour, how he felt about it so far. you admired him as he answered each one with care. one moa asked him how they should plan for an expensive trip, and that’s when he took the chance to list off everything they should do and consider, spending ten minutes on that question. he was definitely indirectly getting his last concerns out of his system.

— TAEHYUN:

he would be unfazed and rather calm, to your annoyance. similar to beomgyu, taehyun had a reaction you were not expecting. maybe you had high hopes, or maybe your expectations were set too high. you certainly weren’t expecting a parade in honor of your presence, but his reaction left you a little bummed.

you showed up with his favorite snacks he missed back at home as well as his precious towel he used so often. the boy’s mouth widens, showcasing his sharp pearly whites as his eyes light up while he takes you in. you excitedly greet him with a ‘surprise’ as you open your arms as wide as you can. your face beams in radiance and you can’t help but wiggle in your place, waiting for him to complete your hug. taehyun slowly walks up to you while looking at the presents in your hands until he finally holds you tight. his embrace feels sweet and delicate, and though he’s the smallest in the group, he’s still massive around you. he releases from you and puts his hands on your shoulders, “thank you for showing up, i missed you.”

were you supposed to overthink that sentence as much as you did? to be fair, it almost sounded too formal for him. you watched the boy perform to his fullest so you know he definitely wasn’t in a bad mood. during breaks you’d wish him a quick good luck and he’d return the favor with a kiss on your temple, letting his fingers slip away from yours when he was cued. when the show was over, you offered to order his favorite food off the hotel menu, agreeing with you swiftly as he engages with a toothy grin. he was saying the right things, but why didn’t you feel it?

once you two were back inside your hotel room, eating away with full heart’s content, you nearly forgot about your feelings from earlier. being here with your boyfriend after who knows how long, you felt happy again. you fed some of your food to taehyun, doing that awfully cringy airplane noise, but since it’s you, he didn’t mind. in fact, he did the same thing right back at you, his cat noises not going unappreciated. you two shared a nice cuddle session once your stomachs were full, kissing each other deeply as your noses touched each other. it was at this moment where you were reminded of earlier, and you can’t help but form a small pout on your lips, your eyebrows scrunching together. you decided to mention how you felt and asked him about it.

“my love, you know i’m a pretty tame person,” you melt at his personalized nickname for you. the effect of kang taehyun himself. he would go on to show his gratitude and how thankful he is for you, even if he’s not over the top about it. you’re his number one supporter and he’s jumping with glee inside whenever he sees you. he misses you all the time, but at the same time doesn’t feel like that much time has passed since he last saw you. perhaps it’s because you’re always on his mind that it’s normal for him. everything he does is for you. you feel yourself become teary eyed at the speech and shower him with kisses. knowing you two, they become more than that, and pretty soon he proves he’s not just a tame person.

— HUENING KAI:

he would be embarrassed that you came to see him and shy to the point where he wouldn’t know how to act. the thing about your relationship with kai is he doesn’t share his idol life with you that often. not because he doesn’t want to, or you don’t want to hear it (on the contrary), he just wants that normalcy between you two. though he mentions things every now and then, depending on how big they are, he’s the same huening kai you’ve known since pre-debut.

when he saw you standing behind the scenes right before the show was about to start, he became flimsy. they were literally about to open with such an impactful and strong song and he’s losing it inside. he becomes a giggling mess as you wrap your body around his and wish him a bunch of encouraging words. even when you ask what’s up with him, he gives no solid answer. “just nerves, i’m glad you’re here, hun,” he said, fumbling on his words, of course. even the boys found his sudden demeanor change to be strange, but as soon as he was on stage, he was a different person.

your boyfriend’s duality never surprised you. you never got to see him perform that often but you understand why he’s all knetizens talk about. those clean vocals as well as that charming personality that captures the audience, he’s doing so well in your eyes. each vcr break you’d take the opportunity to compliment him on what he just did, but he shuts it down as much as he could. “what that? that wasn’t anything!” even for the dance break he managed to play it off like he was just running around everywhere in attempt to question your eye sight. that was a fail, you know kai’s talent when you see it.

a bunch of kai’s different laughs can be heard backstage once the show was over. you would be sitting around with the staff and the boys to relax before you all left to your hotels. you’d recall some of your favorite moments, earning hysterical giggles from hyuka. he also got shy when you’d give him some physical affection, blushing red at the sensation from your lips. you would whisper nice things in his ears and make sure he knows how well he did. still, he pretends like it’s nothing. this is just a normal day to him.

it would soon be revealed that kai just wanted to be a normal guy around you. he likes hearing compliments about him from you in general, but when it comes to his idol life, it feels foreign to him. you spent that night being honest with him while you twirled his newly longer hair in your fingers, letting him know that he doesn’t have to just be a normal guy. the life that he has, he almost can’t. you two then decided that your relationship wouldn’t mind a little more duality, and kai promised that he would handle your future comments better. a pinky promise sealed the deal, you now asking him if you can kiss him without laughing every two seconds. he made it up to you anyway by doing exactly that.

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[hypnoneghoul]

Hey!! When you get the chance~ could we get some cute fire ghoul cuddles with Alpha, Ifrit and Dew cuddling up to the lovely ghoulettes? Its cold in this abbey!

-🍁

Hi lovely, there you go <3 I didn't really have any good idea because, well, they're just cuddling, but I did my best and I hope it'll make someone giggle lmao (wc. 720)

The winter, as well as fall, was dreaded in the Abbey by most. Ancient stone walls radiating cold, ever present dampness all over and no sufficient heating system was a curse not only for humans, but for ghouls also. Only fire and part fire ghouls didn't have issues during that time of year and were used as personal heaters.

Not that they ever complained.

That evening was no different. While Aether and Omega were working in the infirmary, Mountain with Ivy and Pebble were preparing the greenhouses’ contents for winter, and Rain was spending his day being snuggled and warmed by Swiss, the youngest pack’s common room was hosting a cozy cuddle pile.

The couch was moved back, against the wall, and its big cushions were on the floor  creating a soft wall of its own. A thin mattress was laid out on the floor in front of it, more pillows and tons of blankets and comforters, as well as plushies, were thrown all over. Somewhere in there a few ghoulettes were buried, wrapped up in a few fire ghouls’ arms.

Ifrit and Alpha were on the very bottom. Half on top of them there were (respectively, from left to right) Aurora, Cumulus, Cirrus and Mist. Between Cumulus and Cirrus there was Sunshine, providing just that additional bit of warmth. Dewdrop was on the outskirts, cuddling up to Aurora’s back.

They all were just a big tangle of limbs, and everyone prayed silently that no one would have to pee.

Minutes passed and it was quiet, peaceful and, most importantly, warm. Having a bunch of fire ghouls, and part fire ghoulette, in a pile would inevitably cause said pile some disturbance, though.

“Pssst,” Ifrit hissed, “anyone awake?”

“I think everyone is awake,” Dewdrop scoffed. “It’s like… middle of the day, we won’t just sleep 24/7.”

“Wish we could, though,” Cirrus said and everyone murmured something in affirmation, also announcing their consciousness.

“What did you need, Iffie?” Cumulus asked, lifting her head to look at him.

“Dunno, I’m kinda bored.”

The series of groans that was let out could’ve probably been heard all across the Abbey. Bored Ifrit did not mean peace.

“Don’t you dare move,” Mist growled, no real venom, into Alpha’s armpit. The big fire ghoul tightened his hold around her.

“You wouldn’t even be affected,” he chuckled. It got quiet again, for a minute, but everyone could feel the tension, could hear the gears in Ifrit’s head turning. After a moment-

“I think I’m bored too,” Sunshine admitted, and this time growls, whines and groans answered her. “Oh, come on! We’ve been here for hours, just laying there. It’s boring!”

“Comfy,” Aurora corrected, wiggling in Dewdrop’s arms. “It’s called resting, Sunny.”

“I second Sunny,” Ifrit chimed in. A few more noises of disapproval were let out.

Cirrus sighed, “What time is it?”

“Uhm…” Mist patted around trying to locate Alpha’s wrist, “nearly half past two.”

“Dinner’s at three so-”

“Great,” Dew interrupted her, “you two kits can survive half an hour longer?”

“Hey!” Sunny giggled, failing to fake being offended.

“I’m older than you, dipshit!” Ifrit started squirming under Aurora and Cumulus in an attempt to poke Dewdrop with his finger.

“Oh, stop it,” the latter ghoulette scolded him. “You really are a kit.”

“And you are even younger than the firecracker!”

“I’m the oldest and I’m telling you all to shut the fuck up,” Alpha groaned, burst of giggles answering him.

“Can we all get just half an hour more of peace? Please?” Mist pleaded, a slight tinge of amusement in her tone.

With a few more laughs and snickers, the pile settled again.

*13 minutes later*

“Who on Earth is stabbing my thigh?” Cumulus asked exasperated.

“Sorry…” Ifrit mumbled, his face getting red.

“Please, don’t tell me this is what I think it is…” Aurora sighed and moved her leg, feeling around for- “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m sorry, okay!? It’s not my fault!”

“Dude, did you get hard… out of boredom?” Dewdrop teased him.

“Well, now that we’re on it…” Sunshine started, squirming a bit.

“Sunny… is that thing at my belly…?” Cirrus started, trailing off.

“You too?” Ifrit asked her.

“Yeah,” Sunshine admitted, just before the whole pile burst out laughing again.

“Kits…” both Alpha and Mist sighed, fighting their own smiles.

[freshiegayboi]

tldr: im having a bad time lol but im working on it!

im not a huge fan of tell-all's in regards to my personal life

a lot goes on that i really only tell a specific group of people, my partner lollipopskele, and my besties pterosaursinspace, absurdmageart, sheewolf85 and thesinbubble being some of them

but the past year and really, the past about couple days/weeks have been a special kind of hell, so i thought id open up a bit and explain, so if i drop off the face of the earth, yall know why, and know ill be back as soon as i can!

tldr (again) is my family has been dealing with a Lot of major health concerns, so tw for a lot of talk about the Big Bad C and similar bad health stuff

so... around january, february of last year, my dad found out he had cancer. its a blood/marrow cancer, but they caught it pretty early so the doctors think they can take care of it good.

he goes in june of 2023 to get a bone marrow transplant. it goes well, hes home within two months, things are looking up.

they find out... i wanna say october, the numbers arent going up like they want. that december, they know the cancer is back.

they schedule another bone marrow transplant. my dad goes in the end of february 2024, and does chemo, radiation, then the transplant. hes currently in recovery, and his numbers look even better than the first time.

fast forward to last week. my baby sister, who is for all intents and purposes my daughter, has been using the bathroom a lot. every 15 minutes this kid has to pee. shes constantly hungry, and constantly thirsty. she sweats constantly, no matter the temp or what shes doing.

now, to some of you that will sound hauntingly familiar. shes 7, my baby is, so i start worrying about diabetes. im diabetic myself, but mine is type 2. hers is looking like type 1.

so i take her to the doctor, with our mother. they ask all the questions, and schedules tests. they test for uti's twice, nothing. the tests all come back negative for anything, except her sugars. her sugars when they check it are 131. for context, a kid her age should not have blood sugars levels above 100.

so we go to the doctor again. they check her a1c (which, for reference, checks her sugar levels for the past three months). theyre at a good, normal level, so they say shes fine.

im taking her tomorrow to see my doctor, who im hoping can give me a better answer.

im officially in charge of my siblings as of right now. my mother needs to stay with my dad until hes fully released to come home, which could be soon, or could be weeks from now.

ill be making sure all the housework is taken care of, that they get to school and do their homework. ill be making sure the bills get paid, and the groceries are taken care of. ill be managing my sisters health.

so again lol

if i fall off the face of the earth, feel free to give me a shout

ill be back though, not to worry about that <3 and ill be writing on things as im able!

love you guys, thanks if you read to the end lol

[yongislong]

[ ncity playlist event ]

now playing ... PARK JISUNG

good looking - suki waterhouse

jars of it - steve lacy

stockholm syndrome - one direction

disconnected - 5sos

it all feels right - washed out

thats on me - mac miller

wasteland baby! - hozier

i bet on losing dogs - mitski

crybaby - the neighborhood

close to you - dayglow

now viewing ... // dreaded test day. something you and your seat parter always hated. it wasn't common to have seat mates in university but you're glad your world literature professor made you both sit next to each other for the don quixote readings

however... now he has an undeniable crush on you. even the other kids in the class can see how sad he looked that week you missed class because you had the flu he brought a plushie and different boxes of flavored tea to your dorm

now here you both sat, cramming for the lit final in the schools 24 hour library... at 3 am. lol. you notice though how incredibly jittery and smiley he seems, a stark contrast from the purple eye-bags littering his aegyosals

the session began with catching up on the chapters in quiet silence until he moves his chair next to yours, tucking a bit of your hair behind your left ear as he slides his earbud in. you adjust it, looking over at him nervously with a tight lipped smile, he grins, scratching the back of his neck

you noticed how close his chair began getting to you, feeling his warmth radiating off of his black zip-up. you also noticed how every time he believed you were immersed in your book, he pretended to look something up on his computer, when in reality he was checking himself out on his mac's photo booth lol. he eventually sees himself out to the bathroom with a poke on your arm

"im gonna go wiz, my password is 7dream incase you want to change the song y/n" he says with a soft smile.

"just say pee sung... weirdo" you mutter through a giggle as he walks away. he actually didn't have to pee he just had to relax because he was shaking so much, he was punching the air and shit trying to hype himself up pls

once he leaves, you decide to sneak a couple silly selfies on his phone, until a song you didn't recognize blasted through the earbuds

you wrinkled your nose and typed his password in, clicking on the spoitfy icon to rake through his playlist for something better. what you did not expect, was a very, very long playlist titled campus crush, with a picture... a picture of you, asleep in world literature. you remember this day. jisung seemed shyer than usual when you woke up. now you know why

you can't wait to tease him for it when he returns, pulling him in from his collar for a kiss when he gets close to check what page you're on //

IM BAACK LMAOOO omg i forgot how much i loved doing these. i'll try and finish this series soon but tbh its so hard! hope you all enjoy though. i always write so much for these gah i think this is my longest one yet, lmk what you think, reqs open!! this is not proofread lol

[katiescancerjourney]

Scares, July+ 2022

I initially was going to write about each scare in detail, but I have been rather overwhelmed lately and do not want to feel like keep up with my blog is homework, which frankly, it kind of does right now. Homework I gave to myself! lol. Maybe one day I'll lay each one out in their own post, but for now, this is a condensed version.

The last couple of months have been difficult, to put it lightly. Starting with anaphylactic shock which was horrifying, then my sacrum pain increasing to the point where radiation was an absolutely necessary next step. There are lost of side effects connected to radiation but the standout one I learned about was the potential of going into menopause… at the age of 34… putting the nail in the coffin for child birth. I was gutted. Luckily after many fights with my insurance, I was approved for proton radiation which lowers those chances. But still, well, fuck you sacrum tumor.

Due to the pain, I had to go on a 24/7 opioid regiment that has introduced many unwanted side effects, the most awful being, often not feeling like myself. I had emergency scans, procedures and exams due to extreme bloating in my abdomen, an ultrasound for swelling in my foot and a blood transfusion because of low hemoglobin levels. Next I needed a pelvic scan and exam for the extreme nerve pain that has taken over my rectum and genitals, which could be referred pain from my sacrum tumor, or could be a whole new issue to add to the pile. I’ve needed to change and increase my meds 3 times to keep up with the relentless increasing pain, making my daily pill count to almost 40. All the while, my liver enzymes have been shooting up week after week, excluding me from chemo and resulting in the need for liver duct stents.

And after going through all of that, not having 1 full week of peace for months, now, when I look in the mirror and see yellow eyes staring back at me, and I see dark urine every time I pee, and it’s impossible not to go there, to not think, for maybe the first time since this all began, that I might not make it.

After my last appointment with my main oncologist, I came out of her office, sat down in the waiting room and leaned back against the wall. I started to tear up as I fidgeted on hemorrhoid pillow, which I literally cannot sit without anymore. My dad asked if I wanted to go lay down on the couch that was free and I said yes. I walked over to the couch, curled up in the fetal position, brought my arms up over my face and sobbed. Not 30 seconds later I felt him sit down next to me and he started rubbing my head. I sobbed and calmed down and sobbed and calmed down, over and over. When I finally brought my arms down and looked up, Dad and Kim's eyes looked like mine, tired and sad. So yeah, I think that's where we're all at right now.

I got some pretty incredible advice from my support group last night which was to stop and look around at everything I have. To see that I’m at one of the best hospitals in the world, my doctor is a fucking legend, I’m getting an amazing type of radiation that is very difficult to get approved and I’m already set up for the liver duct procedure. I’m as ready as anyone could be. They said I need to go on autopilot for a little while. It’s time to trust the doctors, trust the plan, take a deep breath, and let it all go. Autopilot here I come.

[orangepunkwitch-blog]

Ahem... I know that I've got way more followers here than I do my personal blog, but I haven't had much worth posting here.

Until now..

I'm putting a little "read more" thing cuz there's gonna be some TMI and I'm not exactly uh.. done experiencing this yet.

It's day 2 of my period, my hormones are rampaging, mom's at work, and my dad and my muž ran to the store to pick some stuff up. Perfect. I've got some time to satisfy a need that I couldn't otherwise without risking being heard cuz this cheap vibrator (hi, I'm poor) is stupid-loud, this is a 1-story house, and I don't need to risk getting carpal tunnel with nitrile gloves.

I had a fucking orgasm scared out of me because my bedroom door MOVED BY ITSELF )in the way that if a door at one end of the house is opened, then another at the opposite end will move, cuz this house wasn't built by qualified people and stuff. I thought my cat left through her little kitty door (she didnt) or that someone got home early (they didnt) and I figured that if it was the latter, my mind was in a state of not caring, and I finish up.

I clean up, leave my bedroom to go to the bathroom and OH LOOK SOMETHING WALKED STUPID-FAST PAST THE HALL DOORWAY AS IF SOMEONE WALKED FROM THE DINING ROOM TO THE LIVING ROOM. I quickly dart out of the hall to see who (the direction they would've gone leads to the window and there's no other rooms in that direction) and NOBODY WAS THERE.

I'm also feeling, like, not home alone at all. So I go to the bathroom and if it's an intruder, I'm ready to beat some ass with the filthy plunger cuz I gotta pee and change my pad, fucking try me, whoever you are.

I finish up, wash my hands (as I type this I'm HEARING DOORS MOVE AGAIN) come back to the bedroom, and for a quick answer, I use the pendulum. (My room is warded heavily) I ask all 3 of my gods if it's them, if it's someone I know, or a human spirit. I got a no on all 3. Best answer I got was a snake spirit? Not the gazdik/domovoi.(?)

Soooo I'm not leaving my room for anything until my muž gets home. I'm actually, as I type this, a bit too spooked to play anything on YouTube thru his Xbox right now. My cat, Luna, is by the electric radiator not caring about the situation.

It's not whether I'm in danger, it's that I don't often get enough privacy to take care of some sexual needs on my own, so it REALLY FUCKS UP MY PLANS WHEN I CANT EVEN GET ANY SPIRITUAL PRIVACY. WHY CANT THEY WAIT UNTIL IM DONE?!

I've got a werewolf spirit that has chilled within my area near me because he's fascinated with me, he knows I've also got a monster kink, BUT EVEN HE SEEMS TO RESPECT MY BOUNDARIES AND GIVE ME PRIVACY AND NOT ACTUALLY SEE THAT AS AN INVITATION TO JUST SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME WHEN IM JUST TRYING TO SOOTHE MY RAGING BEAN. (I legit think he's too afraid to interact with me. Haven't gotten around to really figuring out more about him. Long story?)

And as I type this (my phone autocorrected things that didn't need it so I had to go over this post again for edits), my muž just got home. I can finally have my chicken nuggets. I'm gonna ask him if he's seen or feel weird shit since getting home since he's WAY more sensitive to spiritual activity than I am.

[wehavebiggerproblems]

Fallout 4 Random Companion Headcanons

Wrote these a few years ago, too nervous then to share them.

Ada

-Ada was built in 2268. She's about 21 years old.

-Her first memory is of seeing The Mechanist in front of her. Then she watched as The Mechanist removed their head and smiled.

-She's Isabel's first project. 

-Her voice was originally supposed to be more synthesized and robotic, but the more human sound was easier for Isabel to work with.

-Ada prefers to travels in groups with 3-4 people, knowing fully well a robot is a higher target for scavvers.

- Her base body was constructed from many different trial runs of the "ADA" project.

-She's programmed to remain indifferent but the nagging voice in her programming says to do good things in order to to aid other people.

-Ada appreciates the effort Sole goes through to upgrade her body. She doesn't think it's necessary and she's somewhat sentimental about her original form.

-She finds Codsworth's attachment to Sole strange. Almost too human, those Mr. Handy's.

Cait

-Cait loves baths. Bubble baths with bath bombs and even a little rubber ducky. Only Sole knows this.

-The rubber ducky's name is Codsworth. Will not explain why.

-Can fire a rifle over her shoulder behind her. (Annie Oakley style)

-Hates Jazz music. Says it's too slow and calm. Really dislikes it because she's uncomfortable slow dancing with anyone.

-Allergic to feathers. Rad chickens make her sick to be around.

-But once the feathers are removed, the chicken has been cut up, and cooked with some veggies and a loaf of bread, loves it.

-Chicken soup is her favourite dish. Only likes Sole's chicken soup though. Will not eat anyone else’s.

-Shot put would be her favourite sport. Throwing a heavy metal sphere a very long distance is goals.

Codsworth

-Codsworth can speak 8 languages. Including: English, Spanish, French, Japanese, German, Italian, Polish, and Swedish.

-Can recognize almost every written language and translate but lacks the programming to speak every one.

-Nate/Nora got him two years before Shaun was born.

-Sole did minimal repair work on him, and offered to polish him every time he got a dent or scratch.

-He always accepted the polish offer. Very wary of Sole doing factory repairs on him. Would prefer professionals doing the delicate work.

-Always celebrated Nate/Nora and Sole’s respective birthdays. For 200 years.

-When Sole called him "Family", he felt an odd electric pulse through his core processor. He decided to call it a skipped heart beat.

-Calls synth Shaun "Sonny", and "Young Master Shaun".

-Makes Sole's favourite meal when they come back home from Vault 111.

-Will ask to take over if he catches Sole doing chores.

-Hesitates when he has to bring up Sole's spouse knowing it's a touchy subject.

-His favourite friend of Sole's is Nick. Thinks Nick is a good role model for synth Shaun.

Curie

-Curie, like Codsworth can speak 8 languages. However, after becoming a synth, she can only speak about 4.

-Curie loves the feeling of velvet. Collects pieces of velvet clothing. 

-Once wore a velvet cape around because she loved the way it draped over her shoulders and fluttered when she walked.

-Has sensory phases. Music, nice noises, soft materials, different foods, perfumes, etc. Collects whatever makes her senses happy.

-During the "feeling phase" her favourite feeling was holding Sole's hand. Loved running her hand over the surface of water. And velvet.

-Talks out what her feelings are with Piper. Piper explains to her what the "spin spin spin" in her head meant.

-Favourite smell is fresh baked bread. Bakes bread with Mama Murphy every weekend.

-Favourite sweet food is mutfruit pie. Will badger Piper to make it with her.

-Curie's motor functions are still new. Sometimes she misses what she was trying to grab and fumbles.

Danse

-Danse is a horrid mechanic. You'd think spending time in the BoS and dedicating time to auto repair with Ingram. Can't put a toaster together.

-But Power Armor is a piece of cake. Can't do much with pre-war tech, yet fixing power armor is as easy as making breakfast.

-Like all gen 3 synths, he loves Fancy Lad snack cakes. He'd share whatever box he'd find with the squires around the Prydwen.

-Scribe Haylen would volunteer to work alongside Danse on all his scouting missions.

-Danse found out Deacon was the one who stuck the dildo to his power armor. He made sure Deacon's wigs were the same bright purple color the very next day.

-Loves country music. When a traveling courier stops by and shares their western/country music, he actually dances. 

-Has a heart for kids. Even Billy. 

-Leg bouncing habit. Can't bounce his leg in power armor but as soon as he's out, his leg's jittering.

Deacon

-Deacon is in his late 40's. 

-Did not lie about his wife and the University Point Deathclaws.

-Enjoys learning about Pre-war culture, spends free time with ghouls asking them about the past.

-Sole can fool him easily about prewar facts though. 

-Has incredible luck with the pie claw game. Has won 8 times while traveling with Sole.

-Loves making silly bets. "I bet I can skip this plate across the lake at least 1 time." Proceeds to throw the plate at the water horizontally. 

-Doesn't hate Danse. He will pull pranks on him though. Once stuck a dildo on the back of Danse's power armour. 

-His hair grows quickly so he has to shave every day.

-Shaves his head, isn't bald. Shaved head works better with his pompadour wig. 

-Doesn't like mutfruit. Says it's too acidic and hurts his gums.

-Has a rifle-shaped scar on his forearm. Will tell a different story for it every time.

-Once drank a dozen Nuka Cola Quantums on a dare. His pee glowed for a week.

-Tried going vegetarian once. ONCE. Found out being vegetarian means eating no meat or dairy products. Had to have Sole explain that, while gross, radroach could technically be  considered meat.

-Is kinda clumsy. Always bumps into counter edges and stubs his toes on bits of debris.

-Doesn't lie about his family. And when Sole calls him family, promises to never lie about family again.

Gage

-Gage juggled skii balls to entertain the last Overboss, Colter.

-He enjoys small shooting competitions with MacCready, Sole, and X6. All four are sharp shooters.

-Fastest learner. Spent an entire week learning how to cook Sole's old recipes. He can cook them better than anyone with the exception of Codsworth.

-Hums when he works. 

-Had a one night stand with Nisha. Ended so bad, he avoids that area of the park at all costs.

-Hates cats. Had an awful run in with a rad lion. Radiated Mountain Lion that tore a scar deep down his back. 

-Does routine maintenance on the rides in the park. He knows how everything works there. From social hierarchy - to the intricacies of the Vault Tec: Among the Stars ride.

-His favourite flavour of Nuka Cola is Nuka Cola Victory. Rare to find but easily the best.

-Record farthest shot is a bean can from 410 meters. 

-He's a lightweight. Only two beers and he's buzzed enough to sing along with Red-Eye.

-Will tell a different story every time if anyone asks about the eye patch.

Hancock

-Hancock is a history buff. Loves learning about colonial era civilization. 

-Has spent days with Kent Connolly researching Silver Shroud information. He knows more about the Silver Shroud than any other companion.

-Has had a fling with every person in Goodneighbor at least once. Even Kleo. 

-At least in a sexual way, he is extremely open minded. Welcomes new experiences and new information given anywhere anytime.

-Had a decent childhood with his brother. He remembers tending to the mutfruit trees with him and eating every other piece they picked.

-Adores pickles. Would sit and eat an entire jar of pickles just because he loves the cronch so much.

-All time favourite chem is Mentats. Loves making intellectual jokes while high as a kite.

-Does not know what a lot of pre-war expressions mean, but enjoys saying them and hearing them from Sole.

-Is a master at repairing clothing. How else does the frock stay in such good condition? He tends to it every night.

-As far as euphemisms for ghouls go, he likes "beef jerky".

Longfellow

-Longfellow met Hannah while out hunting. She blasted a trapper's head clean off, and he fell harder than the trapper's body.

-He spent his youth training, hoping to become a Brotherhood soldier one day.

-And then he met a vertibird full of them. They called Far Harbor a dump while gathering supplies there. Officially decided to cease all training.

-Managed to take down 17 Mirelurks in 3 minutes. 

-Holds the record in Acadia for alcohol consumption. All records involving alcohol consumption.

-He's really fit? Longfellow could and has bench pressed Sole. 

-He only did so because Hancock and MacCready wouldn't shut up about it.

-Loves singing old shanty songs and dancing with Sole. Only when no one else is around though.

-After the events at Far Harbor, he decides to go sailing along the coast. Wants to see the world more.

MacCready

-MacCready does brush his teeth. He brushes his teeth regularly. He started brushing after he left Little Lamplight. By that point the damage was already done.

-Lucy was the one to convince him to brush his teeth.

-He can't stand the smell of lavender. Lavender candles, lavender lotion, etc...makes him feel  nauseous.

-He named his sniper rifle, "Lucy"

-Won't drink brahmin milk with cereal even to Sole's encouragement.

-Is very well read. Vault 87 had many educational textbooks hidden among the super mutants.

-MacCready was the longest lasting mayor in L.L. He was mayor for 6 years.

-He has no idea what television is and is afraid to ask any pre-wars about it.

-Wary of all ghouls, both feral and normal. He's not bias to non-ferals, but he is a little uncomfortable.

-Had a crush on Lone Wanderer when they first visited L.L. Mac told Joseph and he made fun of him.

Nick

-Nick has an oral fixation. Smokes out of habit and having the familiar feeling of a cigarette between his lips feeds into human nostalgia.

-His right hand is missing skin because he fidgets only his right. Whether it was picking at the fraying plastic or rubbing the fake skin raw.

-He lost the chunk of neck skin after Myrna accused him of working for the Institute. Tore off a chunk to prove he wasn't a perfect person or an infiltrator synth.

-Ellie was the first person in Diamond City to wholly accept Nick as he is. She asked to work with him as soon as he decided to stay.

-Piper and Nick have jam sessions where they have heavy debates about Diamond City law enforcement and criminal misuse of power in the capitalistic society of pre-war USA.

-Met Dogmeat under an overpass. He handed the dog a snack cake and scratched his head. They've been close pals ever since.

-Will "sleep" around Sole. He'll lay down and manually put himself into "sleep mode". Any unnecessary functions will shut down. He lets his thoughts take over. All Sole hears is the faintest fan whir.

Piper

-Piper plans Sole's 211th birthday. She goes all out, collects balloons, bakes several cakes with Codsworth, makes everyone attend and threatens anyone who would act up. "It's Blue's first birthday out here, you WILL behave!"

-Knows how to make mutfruit preserves, mutfruit pie, mutfruit jam and jelly. Makes it for Nat constantly.

-Has a notebook dedicated to little tidbits of info about Sole.

-Nat is exactly 8 years, 5 months, and 25 days younger than Piper. 

-Piper has interviewed every person in Diamond City. Made a game of it with Nat at first, then she just kept going with it.

-Piper has awful shorthand. Almost as bad as Curie's shorthand. Still illegible. 

-Piper's handwriting is so bad, Nat does the writing for the paper. Piper writes the final draft and Nat copies it, and sends it through the printing press.

-Despite bad handwriting, Piper is very eloquent. Can make a super mutant sound like good date idea or convince anyone how the mayor might actually be a synth.

-Her favourite of Sole's friends is Kent Connolly. Would gladly dress up and act out Silver Shroud episodes with him and Sole.

Preston

-Preston has insomnia. Cannot sleep well. Has had insomnia since Quincy. 

-Can sleep well if he's sleeping beside someone.

-Has a box under his bed of little knick-knacks children have given him over the years. Can't bear to get rid of the kid's gifts.

-He actually likes all of Sole's friends. Even Strong.

-Hates coconut. Once found an Almond-Joy while scaving and couldn't finish it to save his life.

-All time favourite candy is Peanut Brittle. Hard to find but gnawing on the hard chunks is somewhat soothing to him.

-Loves back rubs. Giving and receiving but only from close friends or lovers.

-Once accidently drank a bottle of perfume. MacCready told him it was a bottle of fancy expensive wine. 

-Sturges and Preston are the closest of friends, no less maybe more.

Strong

-Strong knows how to jump rope.

-But double dutch is a mystery.

-Before Sole, he only ate meat raw. Sole taught him how to cook it.

-Also lacks patience to cook, but slowly learning.

-Strong was created in Vault 87 after the bombs dropped but remembers nothing from being human.

-Doesn't understand bubblegum. Will always swallow it after a few seconds of chewing.

-Likes having poetry and plays read to him. 

-Sleeps holding Sole or having Sole laying across his stomach. 

-Loves fire. The smell, the feeling of heat against his hardened skin, the taste of charred meat, and watching the embers fly up and turn to ash.

-Strong can read, but chooses not to because super mutants discourage any educational behavior. 

-Likes the sound of clacking keys on a terminal. He'll turn one on and mess around with the keyboard just to hear the different sounds each key makes.

-He can't decide if hand-to-hand combat is better than using guns.

X6-88

-X6 doesn't like using plasma. He thinks the plasma is less accurate. 

-But laser weapons are his jam.

-Spends excessive amount of time augmenting his weapon. 

-If Sole helped, he would be "happy". Would never say it, but a tiny smirk would pop up on his face for half a second.

-Will collect Fancy Lad Snack Cakes. Hoards them in his bedroom in Sanctuary and in the Institute. 

-Sole found his stash and X6 blushed for the first time when they confronted him. 

-He called Sole "Mom" instead of Ma'am once. She won't let him live it down.

-He called Sole "Dad" after hearing Shaun call him "Dad" all day. He won't let him live it down.

-Actually likes kids. Won't show emotions, get down to their level, or speak to kids. But he doesn't hate children. 

-Especially likes synth Shaun. He taught synth Shaun how to use a laser pistol. Shaun found out and put X6 on probation for a month.

Bonus Vault Tec Rep and Kent Connolly under the cut.

Vault Tec Rep

-Rep spent a couple decades learning how to draw. Loves drawing from life. Mostly draws people. Occasionally draws ferals, mutants, and various animals.

-Was engaged before the war, lasted about 2 years before she died of cancer.

-His favorite food was and still is a well grilled medium rare steak.

-A total neat freak. Every space he uses as a homestead has to be thoroughly cleaned of any bacteria, ticks, dust, dirt, radiation residue, etc

-Teased in school for his red hair. "Rusty" was his least favorite nickname.

-He's extremely susceptible to pet names. Doesn't have to be anything sexual or romantic, just pet names. He blushes like a starstruck starlet.

-Loves love. Romance and old-timey corny love stories. He like to woo his partner. Flowers, chocolate, dancing, movie dates, hand written poems, you name it. 

-He misses his old red hair. Years of being a brunette and he's a little bitter about his hair.

-Least favourite part of The Wasteland is amount of bodies he sees on a daily basis. He saw about zero bodies a day on average before the war. Even in Goodneighbor, the average has risen to about 4 bodies a week. 

-Favourite part of The Wasteland is the ability to just go anywhere. After realizing he didn't have any obligation to stay any specific place, he just traveled around for a few decades.

-His father worked for Vault-Tec, and when he graduated high school, he was given a job immediately. 

-Didn't hate it. Didn't love it at first, but he had a real knack for selling.

-He never had an office in Boston HQ. He got the van, and got a sweet bonus for being top salesman, but never his own office. 

-Despite being top salesman, he was only allowed on the first and second floors. He didn't find out till after the bombs dropped that the basement and third floor up had the plans for the various vaults in the area.

-He can't apologize enough to Sole. After thinking on it and checking out vault 111 by himself, he truly feels sorry for what happened.

-Sole gets him a set of steak knives for Christmas. They're homemade by Sole. They tell him he's earned far more than a knife set, but if that's what he's pining for...

-He treasures it so much, he rarely uses them. Just before he leaves for work in the morning, he checks them over and admires them.

-He and Sole have spent days just telling each other pre war stories. He almost knows more about Sole than Piper does. And he's a little proud of that fact.

-He gets along best with, of all people, Deacon. Good sense of humour and always interested in pre-war info.

-Second best is Piper. A nice lady who snoops too much, but does treat everyone with respect and tries to remain unbiased.

Kent Connolly

-Kent was 23 when the bombs dropped.

-He was sleeping in on the Saturday morning when he heard the air raid sirens.

-Hid in his house's basement till the sirens stopped. 

-And then the radiation sickness took over. 

-It took him about 3 months to turn ghoulish. Quicker than most. 

-He dislikes Goodneighbor - the town as a whole. The people are fine, the resources are serviceable, and the safety assured is nice. But he hates how back alley it feels.

-Misses his family the most. They weren't the best, but they made him feel loved and important.

-Speaking of which, Kent had a huge family. I'm talking brothers, sisters, cousins for days, aunts, uncles...he remembers family reunions as huge gatherings chock full of food and kids running amuck.

-Maybe, just maybe, he enjoys seeing Sole all dressed like Shroud a little too much. He's a big fan.

-Once spent 4 grand on a mint condition Issue no. 3 Silver Shroud comic just to find out it was a forgery. Never got that refund. :(

-Writes really well. But only writes Silver Shroud fanfiction. Piper almost convinced him to help write an article about how crime differed before the war and after the war. But he turned her down.

-Nick has agreed to dress up as Shroud if Sole dresses up like Grognak or Mistress of Mystery. But only if Sole dresses up too.

-Irma refers to him as her son. Amari will not say the same, but she also doesn't protest.

-He used to work in comic book shop. (Of course he did.) 

-He writes self insert Silver Shroud fanfiction all the time. After the events at the hospital with Sinjin, the Shroud in his fanfictions suddenly start using Sole's pronouns and is described as physically similar as Sole.

[elysianslove]

mornings ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; waking up next to the haikyuu boys 

pairings; bokuto kotaro x reader, matsukawa issei x reader, kageyama tobio x reader 

genre; fluff

warnings; hints at suggestive themes like once

bokuto kōtarō

bokuto’s so high energy all the time but yk what that entails?

crashing at some point

he’s v clingy omg

like staying the night during the winter is heaven bc he just radiates so much heat

but in the summer ur like pls bo PLEASE

anyways u get to decide if y’all did the sexy or not 😏

waking up next to him is the sweetest thing ever

bokuto’s such an active lover

like he will always make u feel loved 24/7

you’ll wake up and he’s already up

staring at you like youre the moon and the stars

he smiles so brightly and he’s so gentle in comparison to what he’s usually like throughout the day

“hey pretty baby”

he pulls you so close and straight up suffocates you 🏃🏻‍♀️

you just

you love him okay so it’s fine

but you cant breathe rn 😃

he plants two long, wet kisses on your cheeks and pulls back so that he look at you

“wanna make breakfast w me”

proceeds to burn down the kitchen

he’s extra loving in the morning

and extra clingy

you two head to the bathroom together

you pee while he washes his face

and then you alternate

romance 😻

brushing your teeth together

“bokuto stop being so aggressive ur teeth will fall out”

“no 😡”

hes so cute i want to kiss him

when your teeth are brushed he kisses you fully on the mouth

“hehe u taste minty, baby”

u can never wake up in a bad mood thanks to top 5 ace bokuto kōtarō

matsukawa issei

sleeps like a log

seriously he might as well be dead

doesn’t cuddle all the much while sleeping But !

he will always be touching you and it’s v endearing

somehow you always wake up fully on top of him

matsun is so big

like in every way

😏

anyways

what i meant to say is ur like v small on top of him he just dwarfs u sm size kink

he doesn’t necessarily like embrace you while sleeping but he will have an arm around you steadying you holding you close

but when he wakes up and looks down at you and sees you like all cuddled up on his chest, fist grabbing @ his shirt (or hands resting on his warm skin hehe) he just

his heart gets all warm and fuzzy

he lifts his other arm to wrap it around you and just hugs you close, breathing easy and reveling in the feel of the morning soaking into the room with you in his arms

eventually you wake up and kinda squint up at him

he wont tell u but he thinks u look so fkn cute rn

once u register that he’s staring back u huff and go “five more mins”

bc he loves u he agrees

also he’s lazy

5 mins turn to 20

turn into an hr

breakfast in bed with issei reeeeeee

you don’t make it u literally just order it 😹😹😹😹

morning showers with him <3

he makes the water freezing cold just to piss you off lmfao

mornings with issei are very slow and gentle, yes they are

kageyama tobio

i think he like unintentionally falls asleep over at your place

and he just looks so peaceful and so fkn cute sleeping you didnt have the heart to wake him up

so you just tuck him underneath your blankets

you wake up first and kinda just admire him

bc kags has like some kind of sixth sense he feels you staring at him and sits up awake so quick

you have to laugh lmfao

ur like “babe whats wrong”

“this isnt my house”

you sit up and hug him from behind, explaining how he passed out last night

you can feel him relax underneath your hold by the second, and he just leans into your touch as your rest your head against his back

slowly, his hand comes to rest on your hands and he just hums as he runs a thumb over your skin

you sit up more and rest ur chin on his shoulder, tilting your head to ask “wanna go somewhere for breakfast before school?”

and when he nods you kiss his cheek and shuffle away to go freshen up

baby’s so flustered from that simple kiss on the cheek omghwvjwkwhw

you get breakfast together and walk to school hand in hand

his hand feels different in yours than usual

more comfortable somehow

when he drops you off to your class he, surprisingly, gives you a small peck on the lips

his cheeks and ears are so red tho oh my god bless his pure heart

and just goes “can i spend the night again?” bc he loved the domesticity of it all and who is he to lie and say he didnt love seeing your face first thing in the morning???

weekend nights are always spent together after that

mornings with him are always filled with lingering, soft touches, and the steady welcome of comfortableness and domesticity

end note; this idea was v random but omg i just wanna do it for all the boys. anyways whats stopping me lol. also im sorry im only posting headcanons theyre just so fun ill post a real thing soon hvhshfghd

[kpoptrashlord-007]

I'm actually quite surprised that you're not into romance!!! I mean, considering you write x reader fanfics, i thought you would like it 😅

But!!! Since you like The Guest, i was wondering if you can recommend me kdramas like it?? The only one i've seen is Daebak Real Estate which is pretty similar but just less scary (in my opinion)

Or you can just recommend me any kdramas you like!!! The current on-going ones doesn't pique my interest that much, except for Yumi's Cells, it looks very cute!!!

-Qtie anon ●v●

Qtie Anon, my lovely ♡ so glad to hear from you once more!

Yes, it's kind of an odd thing to not like. It makes watching shows with my sister really difficult 😅 but I'm not 100% opposed to romance, I just don't want it pushing the plot. Romance in life is inevitable so of course shows will have it, but I don't want my horror or thriller or sci-fi show to focus on a romance plot, y'know?

I'm not really good at romantic / fluffy fics, though. It's definitely my weakest point! That and dialogue haha.

Kdramas like The Guest 🤔 well... I don't watch too many kdramas 😅 but I think The Divine Fury will be an amazing watch! It's a movie with Park Seo Joon and Woo Do Hwan and the clips I've seen look quite fun! Svaha: The Sixth Finger is a movie too, and it was pretty good. Also OCN shows in general. A lot of them have that grittier feel to them.

I haven't seen Daebak Real Estate. Is it good? I'd love to watch another show like The Guest!

One of my all time favourite shows right now (kdrama or otherwise) is Strangers From Hell!! I've watched it 3x and am on another watch-through right now. Absolutely love, love, love it. I even made a post about why people should watch it on my main! I'll try to find the link.

I'm not very good at finishing shows... but the notable kdramas I've actually finished are Save Me (spoiler alert: I'm obsessed with cults), Sweet Home, Alice In Borderland (jdrama), Kingdom (I'm obsessed!!), and the first season of Voice.

Save Me and Strangers From Hell are both OCN shows like The Guest, and I'd recommend them both! Save Me is about a family that, after facing tragedy, gets lured into a cult. It's such a ride from start to finish and the more I think about it, the more I enjoy it.

You might have heard about Sweet Home and Alice In Borderland. They're both based off mangas/webtoons and they became quite popular on here! AIB's premise has a sliver of similarity to Squid Game, which I just finished a few days ago. I preferred AIB but Squid Game was also really fun and I rec them both! The ending of both Squid Game and Sweet Home disappointed me (don't hate me y'all) but I'm holding out hope for the next seasons to make up for it! Plus Song Kang is my son so he can do no wrong. Seriously though, Sweet Home is absolutely amazing and I plan to rewatch it even if the ending wasn't my cup of tea.

Kingdom... oh wow 😍 Kingdom, The Witcher, and Strangers From Hell are rare because I actually binged the shows. I recommend all 3!

I know you asked for kdramas, but Animal World is a Chinese film I've watched multiple times. It's like AIB and Squid Game in that you have to play games to survive. It's also like AIB in that it's based off a manga (Kaiji).

And if you like depressing films about nuclear disasters (I LOVE disaster films, especially nuclear / radiation-based), then I highly recommend Pandora! And speaking of disaster films, The Wandering Earth is a Chinese film that I've rewatched a few times. I lovelovelove sci-fi so this one is an absolute hit with me.

And to lighten the mood... Secrets in the Hot Spring is a hilarious Taiwanese film! I've watched it so many times and it's never not funny. And I also wanna throw Pee Mak in as it's a fun Thai comedy.

As for shows I'm currently watching... I feel pretty confident that Life (medical kdrama with the loml, Lee Dong Wook) and Psychopath Diary (pretty light-hearted dark comedy) will be shows I end up recommending. The endings would have to be really bad for me to suddenly stop liking them 😂

. . .

WOW. I am SO sorry!! I didn't mean to make this post so long 😭

Anyway... these are my recommendations 😱💕 hope you are well, qtie, and have a blessed weekend! ♡

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: A Very Important Question

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates (and happy Friday to those who do not). This Christmas drabble is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and the HBC Home for the Holidays. The prompt today is Christmas.

Title: A Very Important Question

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission. 

“UNCLE CHRIS!”

The cries of Chris’s niece and nephews greet the two of you and Dodger as you make your way up the snowy path to his mom’s house on Christmas Eve.

“Where’s your bag?” His oldest nephew asks as you and Chris come into the house.

With you back turned, you miss the panicked look that Chris sends his sister.

“Maybe Uncle Chris wants to sleep in his own bed tonight,” his sister says.

“He can’t! It’s tradition!” his nephew whines. “He always spends the night on Christmas Eve."

Turning, you see Chris is getting a triple whammy of sad faces from the kids.

Suspecting that Chris hadn't wanted to put any pressure on you to stay the night at his mom's, you touch his arm and he looks at you.

"I don't mind," you whisper to him. You give him a smile to show that you mean your words.

"Come on, Uncle Chris," the boys whine.

"Dodger wants to sleep in my room," his niece adds, wrapping her hand around the dog's neck for a hug. "He loves to spend Christmas Eve in my room."

"If Uncle Chris isn't sleeping here, can we stay with Uncle Chris?" his oldest nephew asks his mom.

This time you catch the look Chris shoots his sister. You aren't sure how to interpret the look, but seeing it, you can tell something is up.

"We'd have to go home and get our stuff," Chris says.

"Can we come? We can take mom's van!" his nephew asks.

"Fine, yes," Chris says. "Just let me talk to your mom for a minute. Get bundled up."

Chris waits until he is in the privacy of his mom's office before he turns to his sister.

"Thanks for your help out there, Carly," he mutters.

His sister just shrugs with a smile playing on her lips.

"You know what I have planned for tomorrow morning," he hisses. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

"You can still do what you have planned," she points out. "We do have a Christmas tree."

Chris glares at her.

"You know what I mean," he snaps. "It was supposed to be perfect and now it will have to be done with an audience."

Her smile is a fraction too big and it gives her away.

"You planned this!" he accuses her. "You set me up!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replies innocently. She glances at her wrist, where there isn't a watch, and adds, "The kids will be ready just about -"

"Uncle Chris we're ready to go!" his nephew shouts.

"Now," his sister finishes. "Good luck."

"I'm going to get them sugary coffees," Chris threatens.

"Well you're staying the night so we'll all have to live with your choices," she says with a smirk before she leaves the room.

You can feel the irritation radiating off of Chris as he drives his sister's minivan to his house so the two of you can pack overnight bags. The kids, however, seem completely oblivious to their uncle's Scrooginess as they sing along with the Disney Christmas album playing on the van's sound system.

Arriving at the house, Chris tells the kids and Dodger to stay in the living room while the two of you go to his room to pack. You follow him back to the bedroom and close the door behind you.

"I really don't mind staying the night at your mom's tonight," you tell Chris. "If that's what you're worried about."

His surly attitude fades as he turns to you. "That's not what I'm worried about, but I'm glad," he says then frowns. "Is my attitude that noticeable?"

"To me. The kids were too busy singing," you assure him. "If that's not what's bothering me, then what is?" Then you remember what day it is. "I mean, if you can tell me."

"I can't tell you," he says with a wink. "I just have to rethink something."

"Whatever it is, I'm going to love it," you assure him. "So don't let it ruin the rest of the day."

"You're right," he says, pulling you into his arms. "Thank you, I love you."

"I love you, too," you reply, leaning in for a kiss, only to be interrupted by a child pounding on the front door.

"Are you guys ready yet?" one of the kids asks from the other side of the door.

"Give us ten minutes," Chris calls back. He gives you a quick kiss and then the two of you get to packing.

After returning to his mom's house, the afternoon passes quickly. Chris seems to take your words to heart and gone is his Grinchy attitude. The two of you play outside in the snow with the kids before coming inside to warm up.

With a lot of cooking planned for tomorrow, dinner tonight is pizza from the family's favorite pizza place during which the kids try to decide which Christmas movie to watch after.

You are surprised when Chris's mom announces that everyone gets to open one present tonight, but you quickly notice that no one else is surprised. Obviously, this is part of their tradition.

Everyone files into the living room and his mom passes out gifts that are all wrapped in the same plaid paper.

"1!" Chris yells out.

"2!" two of them echo.

"3!" another person shots.

Then it's pandemonium as the room is filled with the sound of people tearing paper. Not wanting to be left out, you open your present and find a set of red plaid pajamas. Looking at Chris's, you see he got a matching pair. Then he holds up a smaller shirt that is clearly meant for Dodger.

Looking around the room, you see that his sister and her family all got red and white striped pajamas pants with matching Christmas shirts while his younger sister, her boyfriend, Scott and his boyfriend got the same plaid as you and Chris. Then you see his mom, holding up plaid pants that match yours but the same shirt as her daughter's family.

"Everything has been washed," his mom announces. "If anything doesn't fit, let me know, I bought extras and we will find something." She glances at the clock on the wall. "Let's get changed, I believe the Polar Express is scheduled to leave the station in fifteen minutes."

The kids squeal with excitement and race for the stairs.

Thirty minutes later, you are all dressed in your Christmas pajamas and settled as The Polar Express plays on the TV. 

After the movie ends, his mom reads 'The Night Before Christmas' and then the kids are sent upstairs to go to bed while the adults watch another Christmas movie.

Only once the second movie ends does Santa make "his" appearance as the men bring in Santa gifts hidden and the women fill the Christmas stockings.

Then it's bedtime and everyone goes upstairs.

It's five am when Chris wakes up. He isn't a morning person, but he always wakes up early on Christmas morning.

Glancing across the bed, he smiles when he sees you still fast asleep.

Slipping out of bed, he leaves the room to go to the bathroom. On his way back, he pauses at the top of the stairs to see if he hears anyone downstairs. Hearing nothing, he returns to the bedroom and pauses when he sees you sitting up in bed.

"Merry Christmas," he greets you. Then the idea comes to him. "Let's go downstairs."

"I have to pee first," you tell him.

"Alright, I'll meet you downstairs then," he says.

He waits until you leave the bedroom before he opens his suitcase and pulls out the small box he'd put in there while he'd packed the day before. He quietly goes downstairs, not wanting to wake anyone up just yet.

Entering the living room, he finds the room lit only by the Christmas tree lights and he gets into position as he waits for you to come into the room.

Butterflies flutter in his stomach as he hears you coming down the stairs.

"Chris?" he hears you call.

"In here," he calls back.

Walking into the living room, you freeze when you see him down on one knee in front of the Christmas tree.

When he says your name, your feet move of their own accord and you soon find yourself standing before him.

"I'm still not entirely sure what I did to deserve you," he says with a nervous laugh. "But I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," you answer.

He slides the perfect engagement ring onto your finger and then he stands up. He pulls you against him and kisses you.

It isn't until the two of you hear cheers that you realize you are no longer alone.

Turning, you see that his entire family is standing in the doorway, wearing big smiles on their faces. Then you spot the bottle of champagne and a second of sparkling cider in his brother's hands and see that his mom and sisters are holding cups. They'd all known.

"Seriously, guys?" Chris sighs, but even you can tell he is faking his displeasure. "Did you have a bell on our door or something?"

"You always wake up at the same time on Christmas morning," his mom says, leading everyone into the room. "It's the only day of the year that his internal clock works exactly the same," she adds as a side note to you. "We just wanted to celebrate with you guys."

Drinks are poured and toasts are made, most of them welcoming you into the family, but a few are good-hearted teases directed at Chris, which make you all laugh.

In the end, it's a beautiful start to Christmas morning, even if you're all slightly tipsy.

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Something was definitely wrong. I knew my boyfriend had been acting weird ever since his accident at work a few weeks ago. He'd passed every post exposure accident test his company's doctor offered. It was the longest 16 days ever, I wanted to fuck him and take all his stress away. He certainly loves when I push him up against a wall and go to town. But for those awful 16 days I had to be content playing with myself or watching porn. He wouldn't let me touch him. Some stupid company fed line of reducing exposure to other people. He's an X-ray repair tech. It's not like he had direct contact with sick people.

But still, I was a good supportive and loving boyfriend and just masturbated til my arm hurt. Finally the day came. His company doctor said he was in the clear from any exposure or radiation sickness. He texted me and I grinned ear to ear, I had given up playing with myself 3 days ago because I knew this day was almost here. I rushed home and got our bedroom just the way he liked it. When he walked in and called out to me, I had been waiting behind the front door. I pushed it shut as he dropped his keys on the table next to the door. He bristled and relaxed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was the perfect amount shorter than me. When I threw my arms around him, it locked him exquisitely in my clutches as I began to pepper him with kisses. "I've been waiting for this babe." I dropped my arms to his tight waist and hoisted him into the air, he wrapped his legs around my back and all was right in the world. I carried him to our bedroom and threw him down on our bed, relishing the groaning squeak it gave out, there were soon to be many more of those. Sadly for me though, our dog wanted out and was tap dancing at our sliding door to the backyard.

With an annoyed sigh, I stood and reluctantly trudged over to the door and let the vile beast outside. As I turned around, suddenly I was being picked up and thrown to the bed. I was surprised but rock hard. I'm a vers top and my beloved was a vers bottom, I was hoping to just make love to him; but I certainly wasn't going to say no to him taking charge. He'd really been hitting the weights hard, a few times his grip on my hips was painful and it felt like he was trying to split me in two with the monster he discretely possessed.

It was fantastic. He was a bit rougher than I'd grown used to, but I was plenty ok with it, I got off so hard when he got rough. This new level of aggression was taking me to new highs. I managed to gasp out how close I was to cumming when he started to hammer away at me like a man possessed. With a shout louder than I'd ever heard, he unleashed an absolute torrent of cum inside me, if I didn't know better I'd swear I tasted it. He collapsed on top of me and panted like the beast he was for serving up a fucking like that. I was in absolute heaven, I'd shot twice during our escapades. Once as he grabbed and pawed at me, the second in unison with the tidal wave he filled me with. He finally stood and I rolled over, laughing deliriously. "Damn, I'm gonna have to hold out on you more often stud." I grinned at him and pulled him to me by the wrists. He deftly slipped his hands from mine and pinned my own wrists above me to the point I couldn't move, he pushed his half hard cock against my hole and grunted out "Don't forget you're mine, I'll fuck you when I want to."

I bit my lip and arched my ass into that blessed semi "I always want you to." I grinned. As we both came down from our sex high, I got up to go to pee and found my stomach distended. He'd cum so much he literally filled me up with his load. After going to the bathroom, I came back to bed and curled up with my love, happy as could be.

It wasn't until the next week that things got weird. When I got up that morning, my love had already left for work. I was off today so I planned to go to the gym. First though I was ravenous, I felt like I could eat my own weight. I was also in a very hangry way, everything was pissing me off and pushing my buttons. I made myself a hefty breakfast and then immediately booked it to the gym to burn off this unusual aggression. I had what may have been my best workout ever. I met every personal best I'd ever set and exceeded quite a few of them too.

I was headed for the sauna and caught sight of just how pumped I was looking. I stopped to pose a little bit when another guy walked in with posing briefs on, he scoffed at me and I heard him mutter something about "fucking pretty boy runts always hogging the mirror". It lit a fire under me, I took my time flexing and contorting to get every perfect shot, his words haunted me. I felt the anger like a surge. I was so mad I was hot, no wait, there's sweat steaming off me, I was literally hot. The fire in my belly was very real and it burned like a sun. I had already sent a few pictures to my sweetheart when he called me out of the blue.

"Baby, I love you and it's going to be ok, but I need you home, NOW!" He hung up and my heart began to pound. I grabbed my things and headed for the door, as I was leaving I caught myself in the mirror again "Holy fuck, I'm green!"

[hongnanglen-arina]

The Ulzzang Project - Part 4 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre: fluff, a little suggestive here and there

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: alcohol, jealousy, heated moments? just two confused people plus jeonghan haha

Words: 3.6k

A/N: Hi! Here’s part 4. Wow... never thought I would write this much.. I wanted it to be a mini series but seems like it’s getting longer and longer.. anyways, hope you’ll like it ♡

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“Seungkwan doesn’t have as many followers as us but they do have a lot and considering they only post sweet and lovely photos… maybe we don’t need sexy photos at all?”

“But wasn’t it about seeing how many followers we can get within a month? Where is your fighting spirit, y/n?” Wonwoo removed his pajama pants and sat down beside you on the couch, looking at you. You agreed to take the photos Wonwoo once suggested. His hand on your bare thigh. His opinion was that it would attract people even more when his legs beside yours were bare too. Seeing no problem in this, you just said yes. Giving him a mischievous grin, you closed the app, locked your phone, set it aside and took another big gulp from your beer. When you wanted to lower your can, you felt your best friend’s hand on top of yours, grabbing the can and moving it in front of his own lips to drink. In your drunken state, you could only giggle but watched him swallow and groan in satisfaction when it tickled down his throat. 

He noticed your stare and smirked. “What’s wrong?” His rather innocent question didn’t fit the way he was looking at you. Feeling his warm hand on your thigh, you didn’t lower your gaze, instead your eyes fixated on his lips when he opened it a little to lick the corner. Jeon Wonwoo really wanted to test your patience.

Quickly, you cleared your throat and pulled your beer off his hand with a a flustered “That’s mine.”

Wonwoo chuckled but let it slide, squeezing your thigh. “Shall we start then?”

As you felt his eyes on you, you decided to tease him too, moving his hand higher so that his little finger was slightly grazing your dark panties. He stopped in his tracks and waited for you, for any sign and it seemed as if he stopped breathing. What was he expecting you wondered but chose to continue with your previous plan.

“Thought you were going to take photos? Not interested anymore?”

His eyes switched between your face and his hand on you and it amused you how his glasses slowly slid down the bridge of his nose in the process. Leaning closer and using your hand to push up his glasses, you made sure to graze his skin with your fingers. He was hypnotized, letting you do as you pleased. You two didn’t say anything for a while, heads clouded because of the alcohol you already had, cheeks flushed because of the closeness. 

You noticed his jaw clench, his chest rise, his adam’s apple bob while you looked at each other.

That was when you started to snicker and soon Wonwoo joined you.

Maybe if it wasn’t for the laughter, it could have ended differently. There was still some kind of tension between you but it was comfortable enough to make jokes and exchange playful glares here and there. Just like always.

After a bunch of photos later, you were in your last pose for today. You suggested to straddle him so you could take photos to hint at something even less innocent. It was more a joke but Wonwoo agreed to it without any sign of hesitation. Sitting down on his lap, you automatically bit your lip as your panties met his boxer briefs, the fabrics so thin you could swore you felt him as if you two weren’t wearing anything. Feeling him below you was different. You could see it in his eyes, he felt the same.

“M-maybe it would be more ‘impactful’ if… this here is off.”

He pointed at your oversized shirt that belonged to your friend and you nodded. He was right. Without saying anything, you pulled it over your head and threw it behind him and the couch, looking into his eyes and trying to suppress a grin when his gaze dropped to your chest for a split second. But it was long enough for you to notice and when your eyes locked again, you couldn’t help but to wiggle your brow at him, causing him to snort.

“What, I’m a man with needs you know?” He retorted as he was unlocking his phone to start taking the last photos.

“Needs? What kind of needs? Need a girlfriend?”

“…maybe.”

“Thought your hand was enough?”

“Wow, it’s not the same though?”

“Tell me what’s different then.”

Wonwoo lowered his phone and let his eyes wander through the room.

“My hand can’t replace a whole body, a whole person. It’s so much better when you feel soft hands on your body, the heat that radiates the other against yours. You know, only hearing mewls and whines are a huge turn on. But alone here, I have to imagine it. If I use my hand or a toy, I can’t finish without imagining someone doing it or being in front of me. God, what I would do for someone scratching over my skin or biting down on it. It’s been too long.” He opened his eyes and searched for yours, shrugging as he continued. “See? My hand can’t make me happy for the long run. It can’t fulfill all the needs.”

Apparently the alcohol in his system helped him talk about this topic almost in detail. You sometimes talked about it when you weren’t tipsy or drunk but it was always a normal talk or with teasing and jokes. But right now he seemed serious, sad even. Although his confession made you flustered, it made you curious a well. “Do you like someone?”

His eyes widened at your question. “What?”

“You said you would imagine someone while jerking off. Is it someone I know?”

“Uhm…. you… could say so.”

Wiggling on his lap, you giggled. “Little Wonwoo is in love hehehe… does she know?”

You didn’t notice how his body stiffened at your motions, sweat forming on his forehead as he tried to concentrate on something else than your hips and soft skin. “U-uhm… don’t think so.”

“Tell me who it is and I will be your matchmaker. Let me tell you, I’m very good at this. And because you’re my bestie, I don’t want anything in return. Just stay my bestie and make time for me once in a while.” Smiling at him you see sweat on his temples and innocently touch it with your fingertips. Absentmindedly wiping them off while you waited for his reply, Wonwoo opened his mouth.

“Y/n?”

You stopped and gave him your full attention but when he was about to speak, your phone chimed. When you didn’t budge, he cocked his head in the direction of your phone and you took it. 

It was a message from Jeonghan.

[Jeonghan] Is my princess already asleep?

“Princess?” The annoyed sound in Wonwoo’s voice made you look up from your phone. “He calls you princess?”

You quickly locked your phone and threw it away, making a grimace. “He just reminded me of the presentation. God I hate uni.” Holding onto your best friend’s shoulders, you wanted to get up but his hands were faster, holding your hips down on him. “I asked you something.”

Suddenly he wasn’t slurring the words anymore and you could hear your heartbeat. The way Wonwoo looked at you was different. He seemed serious and a little angry.

“I… don’t know why, Wonwoo. It’s the first time he did.”

He studied your face for a couple of seconds before nodding. You were telling the truth. Feeling his hands loosening their grip on your, you finally got up from his lap, stretching your limbs in front of him in just your underwear. You had your photos so you could call it a day, plus you felt sleepy.

“Maybe he likes me?” You winked at the boy on the couch and noticed his jaw clench. “Oh, is little Wonwoo envious two people might have found their significant other? Or is little Wonwoo jealous?”

Wonwoo’s brows furrow and before he could reach up to you, you laughed and ran off to the bathroom, him following you, calling your name.

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Breathing heavily, Wonwoo and you were lying in his bed. After being chased around his apartment and being tickled to death, you told him he won and swore you would never tease him like this again. You didn’t mean it but otherwise he would have never stopped, you were sure.

Being in his arms again under the blanket, you inhaled his scent. It was always so soothing. It relaxed your mind whenever you were like this. That was the reason you loved to sleep at his place. Your mind was at peace and you weren’t able to recharge like this at any other place. Even at your own home.

“So. When you jerk off, what are you thinking about? What is the girl you like doing in your imagination? Just watching you or telling you what to do?”

He groaned. “Thought you’re sleepy?”

“I am! But I’m also curious!”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow or so. Now sleep.”

“I won’t sleep if you won’t tell me! Say, or are you imagining her hand touching you instead?Watching how you come undone? Maybe even telling you some dirty stuff? Naughty stuff you like?”

Your head was resting against his chest and you noticed how his heartbeat quickened at your words. “Ohhh I am right??”

Wonwoo shifted and got up. “Yah, where are you going??”

“I need to pee,” he answered and left you alone in the bedroom, his warmth gone. In the dim moonlight you couldn’t see much but enough to watch him leave the room and you lowered your head again, pouting on his pillow.

While waiting for him to come back, you didn’t know that your best friend washed his face with cold water.

It took him around 10 minutes until he walked back into the bedroom, just to find your sleeping form on his bed. Sighing relieved, he carefully joined you, trying not to wake you up. When you were back on his chest, he watched your relaxed facial expression. The moonlight was shining on your face so perfectly he could see you very clearly. 

For him you were more than beautiful. 

For him you were more than a best friend.

The realization hit him over the last couple of days. The last push he needed was today. He felt comfortable with you and only you. Comfortable enough to show his true form, his weaknesses but also his nerdy side. The conversations, the way you were seated on his lap, everything was perfect. Also the way his mood changed when Jeonghan texted you. It made everything clear to him. He needed only one thing. The last answer to be 100 percent sure about it.

You had a little smile on your lips, your small hands on his stomach as he leaned in closer, stopping right in front of your face. “I’m sorry y/n but I have to do this.” His voice was a whisper, still careful not to interrupt your sleep. Wonwoo tilted your head a bit and closed the gap, connecting his lips to yours. 

It was a soft kiss. Not too much pressure. He just had the urge to be closer to you and also to get his answer.

And he did.

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Scratching your head, you slowly walked back to Wonwoo who was still in bed, covering his face with his arms because it was too bright. It was a sunny day. You stopped and got a better look on your best friend. The blanket loosely wrapped around his lower half, his chest bare and moving up and down steadily. 

Smiling, you got your phone and opened the photo app, sneakily adjusting and taking a photo but the shutter sound was too loud that it woke Wonwoo up. You had covered your mouth and when Wonwoo removed one arm from his head, he groaned, his eyes meeting yours.

“What are you doing y/n?”

His voice was low and raspy and made you forget everything for a split second. As you found your voice again, you stepped closer to him and pulled the blanket off his body. “Wake up! Uni is calling!”

“Oh god…” Wonwoo groaned again, cursing under his breath and turned away from you, trying to get some more sleep. And he thought he won when you didn’t complain. It was quiet in the room so he fell into a slumber again. The thought of you in his arms as he was deepening the kiss.

“GET UP WONUUU!!” Suddenly he felt your body jump on top of his, causing him to violently being pulled out of his dream with you. 

“I’m gonna skip the whole day. I want to stay here.” His voice had an annoyed undertone.

You looked at his face, his eyes squeezed shut while his hands were searching for the blanket which was on the floor. That was when an idea popped up in your head.

“So you want Jeonghan to pick me up?”

Wonwoo opened one eye. “He would greet me with ‘Hey princess! How did you sleep?’”

Wonwoo opened the other eye too, letting you hear his raspy voice again. “What are you hinting at?”

You inched closer and propped yourself up with one arm beside his head. The way he was blinking at you was cute. Showing him your phone, you waited for his reaction.

You had posted the photo that you just took of him in bed. Also edited a bit to match the overall color palette and style of your shared account. You weren’t as good as him at this but you thought it was good enough to post.

His eyes moved lower to see the text you had added to it.

I liked everything about last night. Love you, baby.

All of a sudden, Wonwoo was wide awake.

“Y/n…”

Locking your phone, you smiled at him, hiding your shyness with a change of topic. “So, get up before I’ll call Jeonghan.”

He whispered your name again, tried to stop you and get an explanation of what it was all about when you got up and quickly left the bedroom. A little confused, he grabbed his phone. It was almost 11.

Maybe he would get some answers out of you when he followed you. Stretching his limbs a bit, he slowly got up and ruffled his hair, putting on his glasses. Somehow he had a feeling today was going to be different and he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing.

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When you two got ready for the day and made your way to uni, both of you were quieter than usual. Maybe it was the fact that you were sleep deprived or the alcohol was still in your system. Maybe both. But every time you looked at Wonwoo, you became nervous and shy. This morning you thought it would be fun to tease him back after his posts. That you could write something similar as well. Just as a joke because that was what he did. But right now, almost 2 hours later, you had the urge to delete the post or just change the text but that would be suspicious, or not?

Chewing on your lower lip, you sat with your friends on campus. 

Peeking over to Wonwoo who was watching Hoshi play a game on his phone, you sucked at your strawberry lollipop, pushing it from side to side. Actually you thought he was sleepy but comparing to him with Hoshi now, he was only quiet with you. Maybe you needed some kind of talk with your best friend to clear the air. A faint voice in your head had an idea what the reason was. 

“I can’t believe you two skipped the first lectures for a good drink and forgot about inviting me. You know, speaking of pros and cons of living alone. I’m disappointed y/n!”

“Dokyeom, you should blame that guy over there! It’s his apartment after all!”

“I have a name.” Wonwoo looked up from Hoshi’s phone and your breath hitched when your eyes locked.

“Wonwoo, why didn’t you invite me? You hate me that much?”

Seungkwan was laughing when Dokyeom rushed to Wonwoo, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him back and forth. “Beware, he might kill you, Dokyeom,” he warned.

“Yah it was a very spontaneous meet-up and it was late already. Next time I’ll invite you. Cool?”

Dokyeom stopped the shaking and thought for a second before hugging him from behind with a wide smile. “Cool!”

You grinned more to yourself when you noticed the soft smile on Wonwoo’s lips. Suddenly there were screams and cheers and you and your friends looked in the direction of the source just to see the infamous most wanted man on campus making his way to your little group.

“He’s coming to us?”

“What does he want?”

“He’s y/n’s presentation partner.” Wonwoo answered shortly.

“Oh..” Seungkwan and Hoshi reacted almost in unison.

When Jeonghan stood in front of your friends and you, he bowed slightly. “Hi, mind if I have a little talk with this pretty princess here?”

Oops.

Automatically your eyes flew over to your best friend’s face and you could see how he was trying to keep his composure. Even Dokyeom who was still hugging him noticed it and looked at Wonwoo with a questioning expression.

To make the situation less worse, you quickly got up and waved Jeonghan over to an empty bench on the other side of the sidewalk, away from your friends. Ignoring the fanclub that was following you.  

“Uhm.. so what do you want to talk about, Jeonghan? We are going to meet up later anyways. You don’t have time then?” You sat down and waited as he took the seat next to you.

“Oh I have time for you always, don’t worry. I wanted to talk about something else. Maybe you already know that I’m quite popular on social media…”

“Also on campus I guess,” you added and he nodded happily.

“Yeah, but after posting a photo of you, people keep pestering me who it is and what our relationship status is. So I wanted to talk to you.” The smile was still on his lips while he looked at you and you wished you could escape this conversation. Especially because you could feel your friend’s gazes on you. 

“Uhm.. we are working on a presentation together. Nothing serious.”

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan’s question had no undertone, yet his smirk told you otherwise.

“What do you mean?” This guy was strange. When Jeonghan didn’t answer your question but started to open his bag instead, you looked around, meeting the gazes of his fanclub, nearly everyone glaring at you.

“Here, this is for you. Don’t want my princess to lose weight.” He pulled out two Onigiri’s and handed them to you, causing two girls to squeal loudly.

“Oh my god! I deserve his attention more than this ugly girl. I thought he has high standards?”

Okay that hurt.

You wanted to get up but Jeonghan’s hand on your arm stopped you. With a soft but slightly angry tone, he said, “Baby, don’t say that to y/n, she’s one of my precious candidates. And you know what happens to people mistreating the people I like, hm?”

“B-but oppa! Look at her! Look at me!”

He made a tsk-sound and shook his head, making her stop with his index finger held high. “Uh uh, leave y/n alone. This conversation is over.”

Looking down at the food Jeonghan gave you, you weren’t sure what to say or if you should just keep quiet. But Jeonghan helped you decide when he got up with an apologetic expression on his face. “It’s better if I leave now. Meet me later at the cafe, okay princess?”

Not sure what to say, you nodded and watched him leave with his fanclub. You still had to process what just happened. One of all the things was stuck in your head. How Jeonghan called that girl ‘baby’.

Baby. The nickname Wonwoo used to call you ever since you started your shared Instagram. Strangely he hadn’t for a while and you wondered why. Somehow you liked this word on his tongue more than you wanted to admit to yourself. You thought by writing ‘baby’ under your latest post, you would lessen the tension between you and your best friend but you were wrong. It was still the same.

Sighing, you got up and walked over to your friends, noticing that Dokyeom and Wonwoo weren’t there anymore. Seeing your expression, Seungkwan explained, “Dino’s in trouble again. Those two went rescuing him again. This boy won’t ever learn.”

You nodded. Seemed like this was the only way you could interact today. You were too confused. Just the thought of meeting Jeonghan later again for your project made you sick.

Suddenly, Seungkwan gasped loudly and shoved his phone in your face and your mouth opened without saying anything when you saw the reason of his behavior. 

“It took me a while to put the pieces together but… isn’t this you and Wonwoo?”

On his phone, your shared account was open, showing you the photo Wonwoo took when you were seated in his lap last night. Your shoulder bare since the angle he chose didn’t reveal your strapless bra. He wasn’t wearing anything as well. His face pressed against your collarbone, only showing his sharp but hooded eyes which were half covered with his bangs, teasing the camera.

“She tastes so good.” Hoshi read the text of the post.

Your face was burning. You never intended your friends to find out. Where the hell was Jeon Wonwoo when shit was going down?!

“Uh…. uhm… I…”

“No chance to deny it, y/n. You are wearing the exact same earrings today and those are Wonwoo’s eyes for sure. Mind to explain?”