#📎 — one-shot

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Would love some more Hotchner blurbs. How about one where you are BAU and have a baby girl (name is up to you) and you bring in the little doll because you (and baby girl) wanted to see daddy? If you are against writing for children, please write Hotch x Reader where she is a civilian and has a stalker problem? Would love to see protective Aaron Hotchner. Thanks

— Popsicles

📎 — synopsis. You, Jack, and Giada go and visit dad at work!

📎 — warnings. Fluff. Tooth rotting fluff. Jack calls reader ‘mommy’. Will def be writing about reader with a stalker problem :)

The summer heat in Virginia was downright unbearable. To you especially, considering your aversion to heat. Thankfully, after being given a rather generous maternity leave, you could enjoy most of the beginning of summer in the air conditioned house.

Of course, Aaron had to go back for work earlier than you. That left you, Jack, and little baby Giada at home most of the time. You loved your babies- blood or not- but still missed the last part of your family: your husband.

So now here you are, Giada in arms as Jack jumps excitedly in the elevator with a cooler in his arms. Giada had been cooing and scratching at everyone and everything for the better part of two hours. You smiled down at the baby, heart swelling with joy as Jack wrapped an arm around your leg and started ushering you forward.

“Aunt Penny!” Jack shouted, dropping the cooler and heading straight towards his favorite technical analyzer. You reached down for the cooler before Derek materialized beside you and picked it up before you could.

“Not letting you lift a finger, y/n,” Derek scolded.

You just chuckled, earning a loud squeal from Giada. “Yeah, baby? Tell ‘im.”

Derek chuckled and wrapped an arm around you before moseying over to where Jack animatedly told Emily, Spencer, and Penelope about the Spider-Man cartoon he’d been watching.

Emily still listened intently as she wrappen an arm around you and let Giada grip her finger tightly. “It’s been rough without you,” she whispered to you. “I think Hotch misses you more than all of the rest of us combined- if that’s even possible.”

You nod, adjusting Giada. The toothy smile she shot up at you and Emily made all the recent sleepless nights worth it. “It’s been hard on all of us- being separated. I just might call Strauss up and tell her Derek needs to take over for awhile again.”

“Do it,” Emily agrees with a chuckle. She gently pries her finger out of Giada’s and nods towards Hotch’s office with a go get your man.

Your surprised that Aaron didn’t emerge like a caveman from his office (mancave) when Jack announced his presence, but at least now you have the opportunity to surprise him. A short come in filters through the door after your gentle knocked. You entered, seeing Aaron’s hunched over body. He wrote fast, you noticed. A smile lit up your face: positioned unprofessionally close to Aaron was a photo of all of you with Giada asleep in your lap- Jack’s head rested on your thigh with his mouth open in a little ‘O’ as he slept. Aaron was sat on the other side of you when he took that picture. He whipped out his cell and angled the phone so that you and the kiddos took up most of the screen.

“Say hi, baby,” you murmured, gently poking your baby girl’s chubby belly. Giada replied with a mix between a raspberry and a laugh.

Aaron’s head shot up. In record time, he crossed the room and enveloped the two of you in his arms and exhaled deeply. “Hi.”

You smiled up at him when he pulled away. “Hi, you,” you mumbled as your free hand came up to run a hand through Aaron’s tousled hair. “Gi and Jay wanted to come say hi… We miss you.”

Aaron’s eyes softened. “I missed you too, sweetheart.” He basked in the feeling of your comfort and Giada’s mindless babbling. “Where is Jack?”

“Handing out popsicles to the team,” you answered. “Here,” you eased Giada out of your arms and into Aaron’s. You watched with soft eyes as Aaron smiled brightly at the little body, gasping when her head fell on his shoulder.

“Clumsy girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the girl’s temple before adjusting her in his arms and letting you lead the way to the bullpen.

Rossi had joined the crowd of federal agents that now scarfed down popsicles like it was their last meal.

“Look who finally showed up,” Rossi quipped, jabbing you in the arm with a red popsicle. “Took you two lovebirds long enough.”

Jack giggled at your encounter and held up a popsicle. “Here mommy- I saved one for you! Uncle Spence was gonna eat it and it was the last blue one!”

“Thank you so much, kiddo,” you answered, accepting the blue raspberry popsicle. You held it out so Penelope could cut the top off for you. “Where’s J.J.?”

Spencer pointed in the direction of her office, wordlessly crunching the frozen treat. You held open and Jack took it. “Grab a green one so these heathens don’t eat all the good ones,” you told Jack. He grabbed one and giggled, avoiding Emily’s attempt to tickle him.

Jack pulled you forward, singing a random excerpt from a classic rock song you’d heard on the drive to the office. He skipped up and down, something you would have told him not to do if he was munching on a popsicle. You smiled to yourself, wondering how you’d gotten so lucky for your family.

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inside me | CL16 ִ ۫ ּ 𓂅⋆ 🗝️.♡

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

pairing: charles leclerc × fem!reader 

summary: feelings aren't something charles and you talk about. especially not when you're tipsy in a club bathroom. chapter 3 of an ongoing series.

tags: enemies to lovers, more jealous!charles, i never get tired of writing it, smut, sexual content, cursing, some progress in vulnerability sort of? not much, angsty-ish but soft? ending.

word count: 5.4k

📎⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ minors dni !! warnings & note underneath

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), sort of rough sex, sexting, this is soo filthy, unprotected sex, creampie.

note: okay so! i got a bit carried away while writing this, clearly being so much bigger than usual, but it's to compensate for my 4-day absence which will surely delay the next chapter a bit!! thank you again so so so so!!!!! much for the good comments and support, it genuinely makes me very very happy. hope you like this one!

“Two more tequila shots, please” Oscar shouted to the bartender, the music muffling his voice and your thoughts.

The two glasses appeared before you, its content calling to your dizzy mind. Dropping the salt in your hand, you prepared for the countdown. Oscar looked flushed and giddy, already a bit tipsy, just like you. His cheeks were a soft pink and his eyes were constantly in a smiling expression, which spread itself to you. “A toast to a very good friendship” he said, laughing, as you clinked your cups against each other, licked the salt off of your hands, chugged the drink and placed lemon in your mouths.

Oscar and you had kept going out. You enjoyed each other’s company, talking to each other and overall just existing together. Of course, one of those nights you two had to have the talk you dreaded to have. Curiously, it was Oscar who started, his words spilling very fast and messily, although they could be condensed to a simple “I think we’re just friends.” You were totally okay with that. It simplified your life, and Oscar’s following proposal just made it even better. “That doesn’t mean we can’t��� have fun together, though. If you’d like to.” And that was your relationship with him – purely a fun one, a jokingly flirtatious game where none of you had your hearts broken because there was nothing to break apart from a few glasses.

So, after many shots and funny faces at the taste were exchanged, here you were, dancing with him enthusiastically, your bodies jumping and touching and having fun.

You were surrounded by people you loved – Oscar, your friends, everybody at that club – and that loved each other in that moment. Your friends got along beautifully with Oscar, and you even saw some potential for deeper relationships with this one girl, so you were happy, insanely so. Except for one thing: the pair of eyes looking at you from you and your friends’ tables.

As much as you tried moving further away, enjoy yourself and drink away the burning hot sensation on the back of your head, you couldn’t. Charles’ gaze wouldn’t leave your body, filled with rhythm and loose, but contrastingly so tense from his eyes.

You knew Charles was coming. But you thought he would be calm about things, take them lightly and not care much, given the fact that you and him were in very weird territory. It was now hard to hide from your friends that something was going on – the snarky remarks had turned more like innuendos and inside jokes that made you blush, and there were only so many nights where, for some reason, only the two of you couldn’t make it. Apart from those two instances, your relationship with Charles hadn’t been physical again. Some texts were exchanged, sure, but neither of you knew what you were doing; you were ice skating on very thin grounds, which threatened to break at any given moment. It was a matter of who was going to take the hardest step.

“I’m pretty sure Leclerc is into you” Oscar started, laughing at something that wasn’t particularly funny were it not for the alcohol in your system. You laughed back, throwing your hands around his neck and letting your mind run through all the thoughts compressed in your head, all the sounds and sensations surrounding you. “You’re friends, why don’t you ask him?” you replied in his ear, hoping he would hear you, or maybe even guess what you were saying. Pulling away to look into his eyes, you saw him shaking his head in a negative motion, the tipsy smile in his pink lips “he would murder me if I even got remotely close to him.” You both bursted out laughing again, shrugging carelessly at the ridiculousness of it all. “No it’s just… he hasn’t stopped staring at us and I doubt it’s because he finds me attractive” the Australian continued, nodding his head towards where Charles was sitting. Unapologetically, you two stared at him, who also unapologetically refused to break eye contact. Holding a beer in his right hand, eyebrows furrowed and shirt sleever pulled up, he looked angry. Yet, he also looked attractive, his gaze dark and possessive, his left hand tense and his jeans hugging his legs perfectly. He raised his bottle towards the both of you as in a friendly excuse of a toast, or even recognition of your existence as something other than 2 nuisances. You nodded again in recognition, a peace treaty that was sure to be broken sooner than later.

As you turned around to keep dancing, you saw Oscar’s eyes widen in shock, amazement and amusement all at once. “What?” you asked, nervous. Before he could even answer, Charles was behind you, half yelling, half whispering, not to you, but to Oscar. “Can I borrow her for a second?”

In his drunkenness, but also his own enjoyment, he merely nodded gleefully, winking at you as Charles gripped your arm softly as if to assure you you were fine, or as fine as you could be in that moment.

The bathroom was tight. Very tight. Or maybe it was spacious but simply felt like it, when Charles was so close to you, his grip on your arm tight but not angry in the slightest. It also felt hot, burning and scalding, like being too close to the sun, yet you knew for sure they had AC and it was on. Releasing your arm, Charles pulled away from you only to lock the door of the bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, laughing drunkenly at the stupidity of it all. “You’re gonna drive a lot of people mad by doing that” you tell him while fixing your hair as best as you could. You notice his body stiffening at your words and how they mockingly leave your lips, and even though he is currently not close to you at all, you still feel him on every inch of your skin when he lowers his voice and says “you’re driving me mad.”

Perhaps because you were drunk, you giggled ironically. Not only was the situation frustrating to the point of laughing, it was clear you had the upper hand in this case, with Charles’ voice and expression finally showcasing more vulnerability than usual. “And why is that, Charlie?” you ask, keeping the mocking tone that was getting to him even more this time. With the question, you dared to walk closer to him slowly, not taking your eyes off of his face. His jaw tightened and he looked away, his brain seemingly as loud as the muffled music outside. For a few seconds, you remained like that, in silence, your defiance and his stubbornness fighting quietly. Upon his clear refusal to answer, all you could do was shrug, “that’s what I thought.” You start walking towards the door, but his tall frame stops you before you can get to it. You are, again, so close to him, feeling his scent, alcohol and expensive perfume, but not his touch, for his hands remain by his side. “I’m not going to stop you from leaving if you want,” he started, his jaw tense as he licked his lips. “Then answer me” you demanded.

It wasn’t even that big of a question, you just wanted to hear him admit that he was jealous, even though he had no right to be. You wanted to see where this conversation would go, if you could finally put an end to this game you two were playing, as painful as it was for you to end it. You knew deep down the reason why he didn’t answer was because that meant exactly that – it meant talking about feelings, about rules, about labels. And neither of you were ready to do that. You realized then that you were placing on him the weight of it, cowardice filling you even in drunkenness.

Running a hand through his hair frustratedly, he moved his feet to let you move towards the door, unblocking your passage. You suddenly felt cold, his frame not hovering yours anymore, and that gesture held more vulnerability than any other he had ever done in the past. So, because you were slightly drunk, or maybe in spite of it, you pulled him towards you and kissed him.

His whole body relaxed against you, letting out a frustrated and hungry breath. By now, his hands and lips felt familiar yet new all at once. Your heart raced as if it was all novelty, yet you knew it wasn’t, for you had been craving them for so long. The way he was kissing was new, however. It always seemed to be, every time you two met again, for he seemed to place more and more feeling and less and less thought into his kiss, his lips moving against yours in a needy, almost desperate way, much different from the previous arrogance he possessed.

He let out a breathy whimper against your lips, and you realized then how completely yours he was. You pulled even closer against you, his shirt collar feeling hard contrasting with his soft hands on your body, wrapping your legs around his waist as he placed you on the sink. The coldness of the sink causes you to hiss and then laugh to yourself amidst the kiss, to which he too lets out a soft chuckle.

“I’m serious, you do drive me mad” he suddenly said, bringing both of your thoughts back to that which you were trying to avoid. You looked down at the already visible bulge in his jeans, and your eyebrows raised before looking back up at him – “I can tell.”

Charles suddenly looked shy, not expecting your bluntness, and he looked away to compose himself. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, he took a deep breath and placed his hand on your leg softly, to which you responded by biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes at the feeling. “You really want to talk about that?” he replied to your previous comment, his cockiness coming back as fast as it had disappeared upon realizing how turned on he made you feel by simple touches.

Feeling brave, playful, or overall crazy, you grabbed his other hand and brought it to your lips. You kissed each of his fingers carefully, not hiding your pleasured face as you felt his gaze darken at the sight of you. His grip on your thigh suddenly intensified, this time as an attempt to calm himself down, though it was clear he couldn’t do so successfully. Charles was already going absolutely insane over the view he had, but then you brought his hand to your cheek and placed his thumb on your open mouth. He inhaled sharply, in lustful anticipation, before you closed your lips around him and sucked his finger while looking up at him. “F-fuck… don’t do this to me” he breathed, his head cocked to the side, both desperate and demanding. You took his finger off of your mouth to reply, leaving your mouth smeared with saliva that he spread across your lips as you muttered “why not?”

With the question, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you around, your back pressed hard against him, feeling his heartbeat racing and his cock against you. His hand flew to your hair, pulling it so you could see yourself in the mirror, as the other went back to the position it was before, thumb pushing forcefully inside your mouth. “Look at yourself. You look so fucking hot. You can’t do this to me, not when I’m so so mad at you” he whispered in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your body, as he pushed himself against you harder, causing a moan to leave your lips. “What?” he mockingly asked, his eyes pierced on yours through the mirror, a dark smile spreading across his expression.

Everything Charles did hit you with a force a thousand times higher than anyone else. It was the years of accumulated tension that culminated in this incessant need for each other – and it didn’t seem to be fulfilled any time soon. So when Charles released his grip on your hair and removed his hand from your lips, you felt betrayed and disappointed, your underwear soaking wet but unsatisfied. “We’ve had enough fun for a night, you’re drunk” he said, tapping your shoulder carefully as if you were a child.

This sudden change in behavior managed to not only anger you, but also hurt you deeply. It felt like treason, of the highest sort – the way he suddenly seemed to care about your state actually, paradoxically, seemed like the meanest thing one could do in that situation.

“I was drunk the night in my house, too” you replied, your anger coming out of your voice and suffocating any attempts of the hurt from being noticeable. Charles merely closed him eyes softly, taking a deep breath. “We were both drunk. We were both impulsive” he said, opening his eyes and looking straight at you.

His words hit you like a punch in the stomach, making the music stop, at least in your ears, in your mind, in your body. You raised your eyebrows at him, and you wanted to scream, to yell at him, to hurt him back. And you knew the only way to do so was by doing the total opposite of what you felt like doing – “okay” – was the only word that escaped your lips as you made your way out of the bathroom, back into the noise, the drinks, the distractions.

You went home afterwards, your mind spinning and your body too exhausted to keep going. Oscar had dropped you off at home, already sober enough to drive (at least way more than you were), but not before listening to the whole story of What Is Going On Between You and Leclerc, his mouth hanging open during the whole journey. His goodbye was said through a kiss on the cheek and a “don’t show up to races with me anymore, I have to win!”, which made you laugh despite it all.

You now laid in bed, comfortable pyjamas on and too tired to take your makeup off despite the constant warnings from everyone that you should do so. You tried convincing yourself you’d do it later, knowing fully well the most probable scenario was you falling asleep just like that, but it didn’t matter. Your TV was on, something was playing in the background but you weren’t particularly watching it, for your head was still spinning.

The attention you weren’t paying at all was interrupted by your screen lighting up, which normally you would ignore, were it not for its content, and, more specifically, who had sent it.

Charles (Asshole): whre are you (3:12am) Charles (Asshole): cna we talk??? (3:12am)

You shouldn’t answer, in fact, you were tempted not to. However, his texts clearly revealed he was not sober in the slightest, and as much as you hated to admit it, you cared about him. Upon some minutes with your fingers hovering the keyboard on your screen, you replied.

You: home. pls call an uber (3:14am) Charles (Asshole): on my wya. i did. im not taht stupod (3:15am)

The wait seemed hours long. You sat there, before deciding to get some water for yourself, and also for him, who definitely needed it more than you did at this point. You checked how decent you looked in the mirror, and despite frowning a bit at the messy aspect of your comfortability, you decided it did not really matter given the state Charles appeared to be in.

Those suspicions were confirmed after a very badly typed “I’m outside” text, which you decoded well enough to open the door. You were greeted with Charles wearing a giddy smile, his eyes partly glossy and his cheeks red. He seemed unbelievably content, more than usual, and you knew it was because of the alcohol in his veins, his thoughts, his whole body. You stood aside to let him in, and without ceremony, he sprawled across your sofa. “Good memories in here” he started, his voice dragging, stumbling across some words, and finishing with silly giggles.

You merely rolled your eyes at him, despite how endearing he now appeared before you. Sitting next to him on the couch, you felt his head resting on your lap, which, surprisingly, did not ignite your need to protest. Instead, you instinctively caressed his hair, soothing him and yourself at the same time. He let soft murmurs escape his lips, and tried closing his eyes for brief moments. However, he quickly opened them, “God, it spins even more with my eyes closed” he said, bringing his hand to his brow.

“You should drink some water” you said, attentively. Charles looked up at you, his eyes shining with intoxicated passion, and his hand caressed your face softly. “You’re so pretty” was all he could say in reply to your suggestion, a reply which further confirmed the need for him to fulfill that task.

You carefully urged him to sit upright, which he did despite some protests, and brought the glass of water to his lips softly. You watched him gulp the liquid as it dribbled a bit from his chin towards his neck, and you shamefully looked away, images of other much different nights surfacing in your head.

You allowed yourself to look back upon hearing his satisfied “ah” and feeling the weight of the cup decreasing to its minimum. With this, you noticed his shirt unbuttoned, more than usual, and as he sat back, his chest almost fully exposed to you. Your eyebrows furrowed for a few seconds, and you bit hard, holding back whatever feeling was going through you, which you refused to name despite it all. He was drunk, you were not sober, you two had nothing, it was not the time.

You couldn’t help but make a comment though, “I see you didn’t let me ruin your fun” – you tried to joke, but it sounded more petty than you had intended. He looked towards his shirt, then back up at you, before letting out a loud laugh and running his hands through his hair. “Yeah, well, I wanted to take you off my mind. Clearly it didn’t work.”

There it was. The thin line you both didn’t want to cross. Frustratingly, the only times you were close to doing so had to be under the influence of alcohol, making it impossible to discern what is meant and what is blurted out. Because of this, you merely shrugged off a laugh, and remained in silence, looking down.

You felt and heard his body shifting closer to yours from behind, his hands making his way towards your shoulders and neck, massaging them softly. You let him, enjoying the feeling, needing it way more than you thought – either the massage itself or the simple feel of his touch, you couldn’t say. At first, his touch was light, almost hard to feel, like a soft breeze on your bare skin. However, slowly, his hands started applying more pressure, getting more greedy with their movements, as if consuming all of you.

His warm breath hit your neck and ears, the sensation causing your vision to completely blur. It impressed you, how despite being drunk, he seemed to know exactly what to do to push you to the edge. You turned your head back towards his and as is gaze fell on your lips, your heartbeat increased, signals travelling throughout your whole body.

Once again that night, you were aware of how you were the one who pulled Charles towards you, relieving him of the need he had for you like this – not merely with touches, but with a ravenous control and hunger, completely at his display. However, you pulled away, your mind stable enough to know what you were doing – if he already thought you drove him mad, he had no clue what was coming.

His confused expression met your suppressed smirk, and before he could protest, or at least question you, you spoke. “You’re drunk. Don’t want to be impulsive,” and with that, you got up and quickly went to your room, coming back with a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants, which you threw on the sofa. “You can sleep here. Those are Oscar’s,” you were aware you didn’t have to say that, but at that point you realized there were no rules to this game anymore – everything counted. “Goodnight”

You turned away, leaving Charles processing what had happened in those minutes, how things shifted so fast. You felt satisfied with the control you had over him, the payback for what he had done, yet you couldn’t deny the frustration only increased as well. It took so much of you to pull away, to not give yourself up completely to him, especially when you knew how good he felt and how much he wanted you.

You sat in bed and turned on the TV once again, trying to drown the pulsating feeling in your core. It was hard to concentrate, knowing Charles was one door away, his warm body so ready to take you. The images running through your mind left you desperate, and you decided to take matters into your own hands – literally.

You slipped a hand down your stomach, inside your shorts, and touched yourself lightly through your underwear. You were embarrassingly wet, and so sensitive that as soon as your hand found its way between your legs, you left out a small moan. You knew it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear, yet you brought the other hand to your mouth impulsively and timidly.

As if guessing, your phone lit up once again, with a couple of texts that left you speechless.

Charles (Asshole): im tryign my best not to go there adn ruin you (4:02am) Charles (Asshole):  but youre making it so hard fro me (4:02am)

You couldn’t move – at least, not anything but your hand, drowned between your legs, frantically moving in unconscious and needy desire. You simply stared at the text, biting your lip to prevent any noise from coming out of. As you stared at it, you saw the three dots that told you he was typing more. Your eyes flew to the door, as if you could see through it towards the living room, where Charles was lying, typing these messages to you. The thought of him behind that door got you lightheaded, feeling utterly drunk again.

Charles (Asshole): i know youore reading these (4:04am) Charles (Asshole): if you want me to, ill sotp (4:04am)

Upon that last text, which wasn’t a threat in the slightest but which you interpreted as such, given the urgency in which you needed him to continue, your hand flew to your phone, immediately typing a response.

You: dont stop (4:05am)

It was hard, typing with only one hand, the other occupied trying to replicate Charles’ own touch, and to make matters worse, you couldn’t think straight. Typing those simple words took more time than you cared to admit or wanted, and you knew he wasn’t dumb to not have realized that. That simple request you made boosted his confidence to reply in a manner that immediately hinted that he knew what to do, that he now felt like he had free reign.

Charles (Asshole): why not? (4:05am)

You couldn’t see him, yet you knew this question wasn’t innocent, you knew he was on the other side completely pleased with himself, a smile sprawled across his pink lips.

Charles (Asshole): asnwer me princess (4:06am)

The nickname, even when used to get under your skin – or maybe because of it – set you over the edge completely. You had been holding your composure for so long that this simple word made you whimper, this time loud enough to know he had heard it.

Charles (Asshole): fuck that was so hot (4:06am) Charles (Asshole): i want you so bad (4:07am)

You were now filled with ecstasy, your walls begging for him to fill you, your head swimming in overwhelming arousal. So, you decided to do what you were meant to do since you first placed your lips on his: keep playing.

You: prove it (4:08am) You: i dare you (4:08am)

That text was all it took for Charles to completely unleash himself, getting up from the sofa and moving towards your bedroom, opening the door with urgency, finding your body outlined by the television lights.

He had changed, somewhere in between your trip to your room and his first text, but only partially – he stood, shirtless, before you, standing at the feet of the bed as you looked up at him, your face leveling his waist area.

You licked your lips instinctively, and for a moment time stood still between him and you, his chest rising and falling deeply, his muscles tense with need. Charles broke that spell by placing his index finger carefully on your chin, raising your gaze towards his and stilling it there. You swallowed dry, lustfully. “Show me what you were doing before I came in” he demanded, roughly this time. In fact, his hand remained there, forbidding you from breaking eye contact, as you lifted your arm and brough it downward, back between your legs. “Were you thinking about me?” he asked, voice growing deeper, more imperious. You nodded, as best as you could with the pressure of his hand on your face, now carelessly holding all of you in it. “Use your words” Charles continued, his erection visible, directly in front of you, so desperate, so conflicting with how he seemed so composed and dominant. “Yes” you replied. Yet, this did not satisfy him in the slightest. His grip on you tightened, and a tsk escaped his lips as he shook his head negatively.

Your hand started moving faster, one finger now dipping inside you, which Charles did not fail to notice, but pretended to be unaffected by. Without warning, he pulled down his sweatpants, followed by his boxers, just enough to expose his erection fully to you. Letting go of your face with violent affection, he now gripped your hair as he held his cock in front of you. “Let’s give those pretty lips some other use since you don’t want to talk” he whispered, his tip now caressing your lips. “Open, princess” his tone was commanding, completely new yet so dangerously arousing. You promptly obeyed, shocked yet completely vulnerable before his own desire.

At first, Charles merely played with you, frustrating your desire to have him in his mouth, despite the fact that it frustrated him in the process as well. His grip on your hair got tighter and tighter, as this teasing game was clearly driving him insane. In a swift and quick movement, he placed himself fully inside your mouth, the warmth and wetness causing his body to shudder completely. You swallowed around him, feeling his desperate push to take more of him in. As you removed your hand from in between your legs to hold yourself on his thighs for support, he grabbed it, bringing it back to where it was. “Don’t fucking stop” he growled, almost incoherently. Having him fully inside your mouth, your nose so close to his navel, and hearing his authoritarian tone, caused a cry to escape your lips. You could barely think, let alone speak, now two fingers buried inside your wetness.

Charles movements were rough as he fucked your mouth relentlessly, your name leaving his lips as if in a chant, as you kept holding his gaze. “Tu es tellement doué pour ça, putain” French once again escaping his lips, giving away his lack of self control, as he unleashed himself completely to his desire. You couldn’t help but moan, your eyes teary with the pleasurable strength he was using with you, and you felt yourself close to coming.

Charles himself was close, but did not allow himself – nor you – to continue. Pulling out of you quickly, leaving saliva all over your now darkened and swollen lips, he did not hesitate to push you down on your bed, climbing on top of your body.

Impatiently, he pulled your pajama shorts and underwear off, whilst you pulled your shirt above your head, completely bared to him. Harshly and lusciously, Charles slammed two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out to prepare you for him. “So ready for me, fuck” he whispered, more to himself than for you, yet not caring if you heard it.

His already sweaty body shone in the near darkness of the room, satisfaction spread across his focused expression as he saw how your body yearned for his. Removing his fingers from inside you and placing himself between your legs, he pushed in inside you, his hardness filling you up completely. Your back arched instantly with bliss as your legs wrapped around him in an attempt to feel him even closer, as if such was possible. You were trembling from his scent, his breath and the sounds of your bodies on each other. His movements were fervorous and electric, a fast pace which burnt your vision and set your body aflame.

“Charles” your voice begged, as he continued his movements. Your voice worked on him as a reminder of how mad he was when it came to you, how much he needed to take his desire out on you, his jealousy released with each thrust. “Does anyone fuck you as good as me?” he asked, eyes closing slowly from the amount of pleasure he was feeling. You let out a crying “no” as he grunted, his face now buried in your neck, biting it hard.

A crazy thought crossed his mind, one which was more common than he could admit, one that he thought about frequently in the darkness of his room or even when he was trying to distract himself with anyone else – the thought of filling you up, claiming you as his. This was enough for him to be close, as your moans filled the thick air, and he felt so good inside you, enough to feel intoxicated by it.

“You’re mine” Charles let out, incapable of containing himself. His words caused your whole body to convulse with shockwaves of pleasure as you repeated “I’m yours” into his lips, his neck, your nails drawing patterns on his back. His hisses of pain and pleasure revealed how close he was himself, and he positioned himself in order to be able to look at your satisfied and sensitive expression of complete bliss. Charles erupted inside you with a final thrust that made you see fireworks, as the thickness of the air reached an all time high.

After a few seconds of chests rising and falling, breaths being caught and thoughts becoming clearer, Charles pulled himself out of you and laid next to you in your bed, grabbing the remote as he caressed your arm softly.

That movement, the familiarity and comfort of it, how different it was from the uncertainty of what you two were, to the nature of your ‘relationship’, to you still filled with his cum, suddenly made you want to cry.

You wished he would leave, complete the final act so you can repeat it soon, so things didn’t get complicated, complex and hard for you to do anything about. The frustration was enough for you to get up with a “I’m going to take a bath” in a tone he recognized – somehow – as unlike you.

Getting up from his seat, he followed you into the bathroom, where you stepped into the shower and turned the water on, ignoring his presence completely. You kept focusing on the water running down your body, how it resembled his own touch but not as fulfilling, as pleasurable. The sound of the water running incessantly calmed your thoughts, enough so that you could barely hear him come in the shower himself, turning you around so you could face him.

His expression was tender but nervous, aware of something floating along with the vapor of the warm water, fogging the mirror. Yet, he pulled him to you in an embrace in which you two remained for long, longer than maybe it was supposed to, longer than for it to be considered normal. Pulling away, his lips fell onto yours gently, in a kiss that possessed more words than both of you cared to admit.

You knew, then, that was all he could give you in that moment. And you did not know how to feel about that.

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𝓣he unravel of his cardigan ! . ˚ ౨ৎ ⊹ 

꒰ 🧶 ꒱ ℒee ℋeeseung [희승] : 𝒯wo-shot! (pt. 1) pt.2 here!

𝓰enre. suggestive, angst. .˚⊹ 𝓹airing. non-idol,,best friend heeseung x fem reader – friends w/ benefits trope. ໒꒱ 𝔀arning(s). prepare to be sad. <//3 𝔀ord 𝓬t. 427

𝓼ynopsis .ᐟ in which you caught feelings during an intimate arrangement with your best friend.

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soft breaths slipped past the boy’s lips as his eyes lay shut in a display of exhaustion, his features relaxed– almost leaving him vulnerable.

yet, the emotions pumped through your veins, leaving you in a state of torment.

your eyes had caressed every detail of his face, memorizing each piece as though you’d somehow forget in a moment’s notice.

heeseung had been your best friend for as long as you can remember. he was there for every milestone, no matter how miniscule or gigantic. you battled hardships alongside one another and experienced warmth in each other’s presence.

creating this arrangement fulfilled two aspects, the desire to feel pleasure, and to avoid a romantic relationship. after all, why not confide in your best friend of 16 years?

however, as time passed, your attachment grew– your heart seemed to beat only for him, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at each movement he made.

knowing that you were just a source of physical pleasure for him was miserable, despite having mutually agreed to being friends with benefits.

so here you were, sprawled beside him in an act of admiring him one last time.

just once. before you distance yourself, hide away, and wallow in heartache.

an hour or two passed– at least that’s what you believed until reaching to check your phone in confirmation. you’d been awake since four in the morning, the clock now reading 4:57.

it was time. time to gather your belongings, maybe even take a small trinket of his as a souvenir. one to remember him by and clutch while you cried in the privacy of your own bed.

slipping from beneath the warmth of the duvet, you were sure to do so quietly and without waking the boy. he did give a soft sigh and shift momentarily, but otherwise, you were clear to leave; unnoticed.

you quickly dressed into your outfit from the night before, hands clutching onto the hoodie you’d previously slipped from his possession; the newest piece that would nestle in your closet.

peeking one last glance at him from the doorway, your lips trembled. part of you wanted to stay, to painfully bask in his affection. yet, part of you knew of the price you’d pay to be by his side in misery. hence, the solution was clear; your steps gently tapping the floor as you approached his front door to exit his home… and his heart.

after all, you were just an old cardigan under someone’s bed.

you never expected him to put you on and label you as his favorite.

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ENHYPEN Imagines

ENHYPEN Sunghoon Mafia Special

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: married life with mafia boss sunghoon.

word count: 2k

warnings: violence, mention of fight and blood. (tell me if i missed something)

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“How do you think will you export these stuff without getting caught by the authorities?” Sunghoon raised one of his brow strictly at one of his employee when they presented this proposal for him.

They glanced at each other worriedly, he can see through those eyes how they’re very anxious about this report. He can see that they’re prepared. Base on the way their report looks like visually, it doesn’t seem rushed. But they are too scared to say one wrong thing in front of him. That’s one thing his employee will always find hard. He’s too intimidating for them.

“U-Uhm,” the one in the middle says. He gulped hardly, “We w-will...” he can almost see his sweats from his chair.

Sunghoon sighs and tilted his head, “Do you have a plan or not? You’re wasting my time.” he spats that drained the color out of his worker’s face.

“I’m s-sorry, Sir.” he stuttered and was about to talk again, but someone interrupted.

“Don’t you think you’re scaring them too much, Mr. Park?” everyone’s attention darted at the door when they heard you talk. You can see the relief over their faces at the sight of you.

Sunghoon’s eyes softens when he looked at you. He stood up and walks over you right away, taking you over his arm for an embrace. “Love, you’re here.” he mumbles and placed a kiss at your neck once.

You chuckled and caress over his hair then waved over his employees around. They all waved back with relief. The sight of you clearly means that they can finally breath and get away from the boss' wrath.

You pull away from his embrace to cup his face and place a kiss at his lips. It was just short, but enough for Sunghoon. He smiles a little then stared at your face for a while before he leans again for another smooch. After giving affection, he guided you towards his seat and he sat down. He ordered one of his men to drag a chair for you.

His hand possessively wrapped over your waist and he dropped a kiss at your shoulder blades. You grabbed the folder in front of him and read the proposal. Sunghoon’s attention is now darted at you, the meeting all forgotten. The employee in front looked more relaxed now that you are the one talking and asking about it. He executes his report pretty well.

“There,” you smiled at him. “That sounds a good plan. What do you think, Mr. Park?” you glanced over to your side and saw how his soft eyes are darted at you.

He smirked and leaned closer to you to whisper something, his lips grazing your ears slightly. “I think you look so hot, Mrs. Park.” he mumbles that made you blush hardly.

You elbowed him slightly and pouted, “Hoon, focus.”

He chuckled and leans away before facing his employees, now his cold stern face is back.

“Yeah, I think that’s good. Everyone dismissed.” he ordered and they all bowed then followed what they told. They all felt relieved that the meeting ended well, and that’s all thanks to you.

Sunghoon then turns his head at you when they all left. “How are you, my love? How’s the trip with (jw’s y/n)?” he asks curious while caressing your waist gently.

You smiled, “It was fun! But I think the trip was short. That’s okay, because I miss you and Sin already.”

He smirked and gave you a peck on your lips. “We missed you too.”

You smiled and rests your head over his shoulder. “Speaking of that boy. What do you think is he doing right now? I hope he’s behaving at school.”

Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders off with a smirk, already doubting if your son is behaving. He didn’t said anything and just leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” the children chants altogether while crowding two other kids who's fighting. One of them hovering above, the other on the ground and trying to shield himself from the boy's punches.

“Sin!” a beautiful girl wearing a cute bow came rushing towards the commotion. She looked so worried and was about to come closer to it, but a hand stopped her.

She glanced towards the boy who's staring coldly at her. “Jahan! What are you doing? Stop him!” she exclaimed, sounding frustrated.

“Don’t come close Alana or else you’ll get all dirty.” he says in a bored tone before pointing his chin towards the chaos.

Since they were fighting at the ground, dirt are now all over the two boys. None dared to meddle and stop them from fighting. No one will ever try to get in between. Specially if its Russin Park. They don’t want to mess with him.

“Where’s my brother? Ask him to stop him!” Alana panicked and glanced back at Sin who's now shamelessly beating up his classmate.

Jahan shrugged his shoulder off, completely unbothered. Alana groaned and shoved away his hold off when she realized he’s useless. She rushed closer, but kept enough distance.

“Russin! I said stop already!” she shouted that halt the boy's fist mid-air.

He looked over his shoulder and when he saw how terrified she looks, he clenched his jaw and slowly calmed down. He looked back over the boy beneath him. He’s almost unconscious, nose broken and eyes swollen from all the punches he gave him.

Sin smirked at him then scoffed, “Remember to not mess with me.” he said and stood up. He kept his stares at the poor boy.

“Stay away from Alana.” and he kicked his feet slightly.

He turned around and walked towards the girl. He kept his stares at her. The world suddenly felt blurry, all that matters now is her. Alana Park. He don’t understand anything. He’s too young to know anything about love, but one thing’s for sure. He don’t like sharing her.

Even before he can say something, their guidance counselor arrived the scene and called him over the disciplinary office. He groaned and left with no choice but to go.

“This is the third time this month, Mr. Park.” the stress over the tone was evident. He seemed mad, but Sin didn’t give any care. Even if he is mad, he knows he won’t do anything to him.

“Your father is on his way here now.” he starts. Sin didn’t show any emotion and just kept his bored look on his face. “Together with your mother.” he added that caught his attention.

“What?” now, he seemed alarmed.

His father is okay. He can just reason out with him, but his mom? She won’t spare him at all. She will surely ground him because of this. He lets out a groan and walked outside after getting dismissed.

“Dude, seriously? You should stop getting into fights!” it was Jace. Alana’s twin brother. The two of them are his Uncle Jay’s children. One of his father’s good friend.

“Where were you even?! You should’ve stopped him!” Alana seemed stressed still. Sin eyed and watched her carefully. A smile slowly appeared over his lips when he saw how worried she looked.

When they met eyes, she quickly shoot him glares. “What are you smiling at?!”

He shakes his head, but still smiling. “Nothing.” he mumbled and walked closer to carry her bag for her.

“Where’s Jahan?” she asks her brother after she lets Sin carry her bag. Jahan is the son of their Uncle Jake, also one of the good friend of their Dads.

Jace shrugs his shoulder, “Probably taking a nap at the library or something.”

“Russin!” they all turned their heads at that voice.

It was you, together with Sunghoon. The look on your face says it all. It was enough to make Sin worried. Alana and Jace greeted you before you finally made it close to your son. You gently grabbed his chin to check his now bruised face.

“Look at you!” you scanned him and your heart almost fell at the sight of blood stains at his uniform.

“Look at your uniform!” you added.

He sighs, “Its not my blood.” he says.

You shoot him glares. “And is that suppose to calm me down?” you were hysterical. Not that this is the first time your son got caught in this situation, but as a mother, you think you will never get used seeing him with bruises and blood stained clothes.

You and Sunghoon are blessed to have a son. You love him very much, but he’s very hard headed and a trouble maker. He takes after his father. Too much, that you want to feel upset because he took nothing from you when you’re the one who carried him for nine months! This boy is a splitting image of his father.

“You are seriously grounded, young boy!” he expected it already.

“But Mom—”

“No buts! We’ll talk later.” and you turned around to go with Sunghoon inside the office.

Sin groaned and sat down.

“Serves you right for causing trouble.” Alana mumbled. He glanced up at her but he just smirked.

“It was worth it.” he says that made her frown even more.

“Whatever! We’re going home now. Let’s go Jace.” and she grabbed her things from Sin’s hold.

Sin chuckles and even before she can walk far, he calls her again.

“I’ll call later.”

“I won’t answer!” she shouted that made him smirk.

“You can try, Alana.” and he nodded towards Jace who just salutes at him playfully. He even did a praying gesture that made him laugh. He’s so stupid.

“I couldn’t believe you! This is the third time you got into a fight, Russin. Its not going to be good for your school records.” you said really stressed and frustrated. You are now back at your home and currently scolding him.

“You are grounded for a month!” and you looked at him sternly.

Sunghoon’s just at the other sofa, silently watching. Russin seemed annoyed by his punishment and he stood up with a furrowed brows.

You can’t help but to feel a little amused. How he resembles his father so much is just crazy. No doubt that he’s Park Sunghoon’s son, no dna needed indeed.

“A month? But Mom—” he was about to argue but his Father talked.

“Russin.” one word and it was enough to shut him. He sat down and tried to calm down.

You sighed, “Talk to him, Hoon. I don’t know what to do with his temper! You two are so alike!” and you stormed out of Sunghoon’s office.

Sunghoon sighed, “How many times should I tell you? Talk back to me, but never talk back to your mother.” he sounded strict.

Sin draws in a sigh, “How come I can talk back to you, but not to Mom? Aren’t you the boss, Dad?” he asked really confused.

His father smirks, “Oh trust me. She’s the real boss.” and he crossed his arm then tilts his head over to the side.

“So,” he starts, “Did you give him a good beating?” his father added that made him smile wider.

“Hey, love.” Sunghoon greets you and approached closer to drop a kiss at your shoulder before hugging you from behind.

You are staring blankly outside of your windows when he entered your shared bedroom. “Did you talk to him?” you asked still very worried of your son.

He smiled, “Of course. I gave him a good scolding.”

Sunghoon nearly laughed, but he stopped himself. He doesn’t want you to now that instead of scolding your son, they both talked about it and he even ends up giving advices for him for next time. Of course, you don’t have to know about it. Its between them both. Father and son secret.

You sighed then glanced back outside the window. “Do you think we should set him an appointment? His temper is really getting worst.”

Sunghoon chuckles, “Nah, Sin doesn’t need it. Its normal for his age to get into fights.”

You furrowed your brows, “Normal? He’s just 11!”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“And Jahan's the same age as him but he’s always in good behavior.” you added, mentioning Jake’s son.

Sunghoon smirked, “Jahan is just different from our son. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

You stared at his eyes and slowly calm down. “Okay.” you sighed. “I can’t believe he did that because he doesn’t want other guys lurking around Alana. He’s so possessive.”

Sunghoon chuckled again this time. You squinted your eyes at him, “Seems like he got it from someone, don’t you think?”

Your husband smirked, “Should we set their wedding? I’ll talk to Jay hyung.” and he leans over to kiss you.

This time you chuckled, “Jay oppa will go crazy, baby. He won’t let go of his princess that easily.”

Sunghoon smiled, “For sure.” then he kissed your lips.

“I love you, y/n.”

You pouted and cupped his face, “I love you more. You and Sin are my world.”

Sunghoon placed feathery kissed over your neck then chin, until his lips came near yours. “I love you even more. I love you two so much.”

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AT YOUR MERCY

pairing: one piece — zoro x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

content warning: bondage | soft dom!reader | zoro calls reader 'mistress' | slight mention of humping | nipple play | clothed groping | dumbifitacion | marking

summary: you tie zoro as a joke, not expecting him to get on his knees and beg for your touch.

📎 side note: english is not my first lenguage, so sorry in advance for any mistakes

"Remind me why are we doing this again?" Zoro barks as he feels you tighten the ropes around his forearms behind his back.

"Because I wanted to practice how to tie other pirates when the time comes, and Nami sent me to you before Sanji gets a nosebleed" you simply explained, finishing the last knot.

"That perverted cook" he growls again. "Either way, why do you wanna learn this? Tying knots it's really easy"

"Anyone can tie knots, but to do knots that others can't scape from that easily? I wanna do that" you chuckled, running your fingers through the ropes in Zoro's arms. "Do you wanna scape, Zoro?" you ask him in a whisper, making his whole body shiver.

He doesn't answer, rather looking away from you when you moved to be infront of him.

"I wanna see the other pirates struggle to break free from the ropes, to look at me with those pleading eyes and begging me with a whiny voice to spare their lives" your hands run through the ropes that crosses over his torso, your fingertips barely touching the skin of his stomach. "'I would do anything!' they might say, and I will just look at them until they're crying, begging me over and over again" you chickle again, shaking your head to yourself. "Am I being to sadis-"

A loud thud interrumpt your words, making you look up at the man in front of you, who now was on his knees, looking at you with the same eyes you just described.

Your eyes move on their own, and run all over his big and muscled body. His chest rised and falled pretty quickly, making you just notice how shaking his breath was. Your eyes dropped more low, and you finally saw it, that big bulge growing against his baggy clothes.

Did he...did he just got aroused by your sadistic speech?

"Please..." he started off with a whisper, "please touch me. I would do anything, anything you want! Just please...touch me" he whined.

An electric current runs through your spine and a new heat makes place in between your legs. You also started to feel aroused, I mean who wouldn't be? Having the big Roronoa Zoro pirate hunter on his knees, begging you to give him a little bit of your touch.

Your hands tingled with the desire of touching him, but you decided to play with him a little bit.

"Anything, you say...mmh" you act like you're thinking about it. "How about...you beg for it a little bit more? And while you're on that, worship me" you shot a deviolous grin at him, watching him wiggle closer to you.

"Please...please mistress. I know I'm not worthy, but please touch me with your glorious hands, your feet, whatever you feel like it! But please...let me be under your mercy" he begged, the raspy tone of his voice conviened with a whiny one, that made the pool of heat in between your legs grow even more.

You kept quiet while he continued to cry for your affection, kissing along your legs or snuggling his face on them. He tried to hump your shoes a few times, trying to relieve his erection, but everytime you taked a step back, making him move again to be close to you.

After a while of having him begging for you, you finally give in, feeling like you wouldn't be able to hold your lust anymore. You squat down at his level, pulling him into a heated kiss.

"Fuck...you look so pretty like this" you whisper over his lips after pulling away from the kiss.

His cheeks were flushed in a deep blush, while his lips were coated with a mix of his own saliva and yours. His eyes were already unfocused, panting for air as he dumbly looked a you while you moved to touch him.

You open up his coat, just enough to let his pecs free and started to play with his nipples, making him shiver.

"Yeah? You like that, pretty boy?" you grin, specially pinching his left nipple, making him whine.

"Y-yes mistress, t-thank you" he whines, avoiding to look at you in the eyes.

"You're being so polite, but it won't be worth it if you don't look at me in the eyes" you tilt his chin up, making him look at you right in the eyes as he whined at the loose of your touch in his chest.

"S-sorry mistress, I won't- I won't do it again" he promise as he gulped, waiting for your hands to get on him again.

And so you do, one hand groping his left pec while the other reaches to start touching his bulge over his pants. Zoro's sweet moans fill your ears as you continuously grope him here and there.

"Never thought you would like the feeling of being tied up this much" you grin at the swordsman in front of you, thrully never thinking you would see him like this. "Should we do this more often, mmh? Tie you up for you to be at my mercy? So I can do whatever I want with you?"

"Y-yes...Yes mistress! Please, let me be yours however you want" he cries out, already on the edge of orgasm thanks to all your teasing.

"Fuck" you whisper on the low, taking his lips on a kiss once again. "Cum for me, baby" you allow him, moving your mouth to his neck to start sucking hickeys in there.

And so does Zoro cum, in his pants. Your hands keep groping his twitching dick as he spruts his load on his briefs, along with your other hand still pinching his now swollen nipple, just like he just got milk out of there.

You finish marking his neck and pull yourself away from him, just to admire the mess you've created. There's a few tears on his eyes, as well as a thread of drool in one corner of his mouth; his eyes were unfocused, letting you know that he was still a little bit gone to talk back at you.

You fix your eyes on his neck once again, and smile at the sight of the hickey shining there. It wasn't too big, but noticable enough for other people to see.

"Now everyone 's gonna know that you're mine. Right, Zoro?" you ask the swordsman, who just dumbly nods at your question. You giggle, leaving a last kiss on his cheek. "Alright, let me get you free from the ropes and I'll help you get cleaned up" you monologated, knowing that he won't understand what you're saying.

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All Grown Up:

Summary: The Kazansky and Kerner’s watch their daughters graduate from High School.

🚨warnings🚨: fluff, soft Slider and Iceman moments.

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In honor of our baby Mousey graduating HS in a few weeks!

It was a hot afternoon in May on the Miramar base that the Kazansky family were currently stationed at.

Ice and Dragon couldn’t be more proud of their daughters as the couple and the Kerner’s sat by one another to watch this big moment in their children’s lives.

The tight friendship between their parents had been carried on to the Kazansky sisters and the Kerner girl.

When both women were told that they had a low chance to have a baby, it pained them to know that they wouldn’t be able to experience the same things as other couples on the base.

But by what seems like a wish upon a shooting star, within a month of each other, Rachael and Jade found out that they were pregnant.

Tom and Ron were very helpful during the pregnancies and tried to be there for every appointment and when the men couldn’t, the women would be each others support systems.

They were all thankful for this day, the girls because they could finally follow in their parents footsteps and join the Navy and the couples because it showed that their babies were growing up.

The girls were all dressed in their official Navy Officer uniforms, hair slicked back in the mandatory bun, and the Navy chords laying on the back of their necks.

Nerves shot up their backs as they waited in the line before walking out to the football stadium that held the awaiting parents.

Baylie Kazansky, the eldest, started the hand holding train with the two other girls behind her. As the leader, she made sure to care for the younger two.

Raven was in the middle and the youngest of the group, the older girls protected her at all cost and wouldn’t let anyone hurt their Mousey.

Last but not least, was Amanda Kerner. The only child of Slider and Whiskey, but saw the Kazansky’s as her second family.

All the girls had ‘graduated’ in the second semester of the school year and gone to bootcamp between then and now.

Today made it official and would get their diplomas that they worked so hard for during the four years of high school they finished.

The music started and the line moved to the door, one by one all the students came outside and sat in order, just like they practiced earlier in the day.

A speech was made by the Salutatorian before the Principal and the Vice Principal made their own.

A moment of silence was announced for the Military members present and who had passed then the Valedictorian made his speech.

More time passed before the Principal started to call the names of students.

As the last of the surnames that started with J’s were called up to the stage, Baylie buzzed with excitement and squeezed Raven’s hand, who in which returned it and did the same to Amanda.

“Baylie Ann Kazansky,” Mr. Simpson called and with one last squeeze, Bay started her walk to the stairs that attached to the stage.

Thinking quickly she jumped in the air on the last step and did a little heel click, a smile on her face after she stuck the landing.

She heard the shouts of her family as she shook her Principal and the Vice Principal’s hand as she held the diploma and the photographer took the picture.

At the end of the stairs stood a junior who handed her a red carnation with a silver ribbon tied in a bow around the stem.

She was just barely to her seat before her sister was called. “Raven Alice Kazansky-Fischer.” Mouse, as her nickname suggests, shyly took the stage and did the same as the many students before her.

Seeing her older sister cause chaos, just like her mother and aunt would’ve done, decided to also do something.

So, with a half-assed plan created, she slid down the bannister and almost fell on her face.

Amanda Kerner was known for being clumsy, often falling over her own feet, so why would today be any different.

“Amanda Louise Kerner.” She stood up and started to make her way to the stage, glancing up into the bleachers to find her family. Once she did, she gave a small smile and held her head up high.

When she was on the last step she missed and almost fell flat on her face, but at the last second saved herself.

Amanda started to laugh and her face heated up a little embarrassed about the whole thing as she walked up to the Principal and copy the hundreds before her.

After she had her carnation in hand, made her way back to her seat as the next student was announced.

The three girls scooted the chairs closer and held hands again, this time their achievements in the other as they all waited for the rest of the students to be called.

Ron and Jade both could see her body move with giggles and her face flushed a light pink as their daughter took the diploma.

Tom lightly smacked Ron’s shoulder as he laughed at his niece.

The Kerner parents have no idea where their daughter’s clumsiness comes from, both steady on land and in air, but they always had a good laugh about it.

Often making jokes and sharing the moments with Tom and Rachael.

Both couples did this with their children and the hilarious memories that would forever be remembered.

It only took seconds before the laughter turned into tears as they cheered or whistled for their children.

Proud was not the word that could describe this experience, because they all felt like that wasn’t the right one to use.

Both couples felt more than proud for their children, but didn’t know if there was a word to explain how much.

After the last student was called, another speech was made and then the Principal said the sentence that the girls and the couples were waiting for, “Please give a round of applause for the graduating class of 2017! You may move the tassel from the right to the left!”

One by one starting from the closest to the stage, all the lines of students started to exit and were free to find their families.

Ron, being the tall giraffe man that he is, spotted the girls first and guided the others to the recent graduates.

He didn’t wait for his daughter to see him, immediately pulling her into a bear hug and squeezing tighter when he feels her jump, a chuckle vibrates through his chest.

He knows that she realizes who it is after the chuckle, and turns around in his arms to hug him back.

Jade joins not too long afterwards, wanting the father and daughter to have a moment just for them.

Soon Ron lets go for the same reason as his wife, a special moment shared between a mother and a daughter.

More tears are shed as the embrace continues before Jade eventually brakes it, too choked up for words.

Ron stands in front of his little baby, tears gathering at his eyes as he looks at her in the Navy Dress Blues and sees a younger version of her mother.

He lightly punches her chin and whispers, “Here’s looking at you kid.” Amanda sniffles, tears threatening to fall again as she softly punches his chest, “Here’s looking at you dad.”

Ron pulls her into another hug, wanting this moment to freeze in time.

The Kazansky’s are too lost in their own little world to pay attention to the Kerner’s.

Baylie, the daddy’s girl she is, runs to Tom first. His callsign might be ‘Iceman’ but right now, his ice cold persona is gone for his beautiful daughters.

He pulls away slightly and kisses her forehead, “Come home to me, Bay.”

Baylie reaches up to her father’s forehead barely in her tippy-toes, gives him a soft head-butt and whispers back, “Always.”

He doesn’t stop the tears, nor would he want to. Both crying freely as they hug each other tight.

“You’re tarnishing the Iceman name, you know.” She chuckles.

“Right now Bay, I could care less about that, not while I have you in my arms.”

A short amount of time passes before Raven is in his arms.

“Keep me in your heart,” Tom murmurs into her hair.

“Keep me in your mind,” Raven replied into his chest as she squeezed him impossibly tight, knocking the breath from his lungs.

He doesn’t want to ever let go, so blessed to have a moment like this to share and remember as the years go by.

He never thought he’d get to experience his children’s birth, so he was beyond happy to see them graduate.

Rachael lays her cheek against Raven’s head as the two hug, tears falling from her eyes to the young woman’s hair.

Raven was in no better shape than her mother, tears running down her face as they hugged.

After a couple of minutes went by, seeing that Bay and Tom were finishing their little father-daughter moment, she reluctantly let go. “I’m beyond proud of you my little Mouse.” “I’m proud to be your daughter, biological or not.”

Rachael couldn’t hold the gates and started to cry again, but soon was hugged by her eldest. “You know that we’ll always be your little girls right?”

Rachael petted Bay’s hair, followed by a kiss, “I know, I know. It’s just hard to believe that our babies are so grown up.”

Bay didn’t respond, just squeezed her tighter. All the words needed exchanged between them through the embrace.

The memory etched into her minds eye forever.

Individual family moments over, the two families came together and celebrated the girls’ graduation with hugs and ‘I’m so proud of you’s.’

They all took turns taking pictures of each families before asking someone passing by to take a group.

With that done, they all hopped into their cars and headed over to Top Gun where their Aunts and Uncles were gathered and ready to see the Graduates.

When they arrived they were all bombarded with open arms, food and drinks, and ‘congratulations!’

The girls could tell by the warmth and smiles that these strong and brave men and women they’ve known their whole lives were just as proud as their parents.

The girls knew that their support system was always going to be there for every accomplishment they go through and couldn’t be more happy by that fact.

And as the years go by, more and more memories were created and photographed so they could all look back and relive the moments and the feelings they all shared.

Birdie’s Basket🧺: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @starlit-epiphany @gracespicybradshaw

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[halwarex3]

Yeah! Six-up, five-oh, pigs 🐷🐷 come, 💦 I 👨 cop 'n' 😂 go 🏃 The 😈 blotter shows 📺 they 👥👉 got 🙏 me ⓜ on the rocks 🌰🏿 like 👍🔫 Galapagos Good 👌🚟 luck 🏼🍀 finding 🕵 critters creepy as 😐 me They shoulda fried 🈳👌 me, 💯 I'll 🗨 give ya 😩😫 PTSD Vodka shots 💥💥 droppin' down 👸 the throat 🏾🍆 that 💊 they been 💴👀 stompin' on 🔛🔛 Cockin' guns, 🔫 lockin' up, the quotas all ❤🏞 for 🔞😩 shock 😨😨 'n' 🅾 awe Drivin's tirin', and I 👁 been 🔥📹 hotwirin' To make my get 🍆🉐 away from 😂👉 the 💦 jailbreak 😞 riot 🆘 and 😱😏 Cellmates scrapin' upon 💰👦 the 🌜🏛 bricks 💵 in 🏢 the 💦 basement Tryin' to ✌ escape 🛫 this probation generation Too 😲 late, 🕐🤷 crazy 😵😜 fucker's 🍑➡ gotta 🍆 do ⚠👌 the time ⏰⏲ Committed to 🙏 the 😍🔊 mental ⚖⚖ ward, 💰 committing all the crimes I'm alive ♍ and 🔛👈 kickin' 'til the 🔵 split 🚻🚻 ends fray Maybe 😉🔥 plead insane, 🤓😵 guilty, but 🤔 I'm not to blame I'm a slave to the main vein, sprayin' on 🔛 the mainframe Suffering 😖 the 👏💯 infrastructure, 🛣🛣 hoping I 📧 can maintain Oh, ⭕😧 how 🗣🤔 I 👄 know, 😱💡 how 💯 I go, 😩👀 how I 💰👁 go 🚦♂ Ask 😩💬 me 🥒🏻 a question, the 👏 answer I 👀🔨 know 😦 Yes or 💰 no 😑❌ options don't 🚫 weigh out, and 👏☝ so 😲👅 I don't 🙈🚫 ever see the 📐 cons and 😂 the 👗😱 pros You 👉 bear 🐻 a striking resemblance (Some 🐺 kind 🙁 of semblance of somethin' I been 🤤 rememberin') You 👈 appear familiar, dear 📣📣 (You 👦💖 look 👀 just 💢💦 like 💟😄 my 🅱👌 bathroom 🚽 mirror) Please, 🙏 policeman, no 👐 heel-to-toe Oh please, 👏 let 🏾 me go ⏩ Please, 😭 policeman, 🏻👮 is 💡 it a test? 😬 I 🌈 won't know 🤓 'til 💏💏 I'm 👉 under arrest 🔒 The drunk-tank's blood 👀💉 red, 🅱 junkie's gonna 🤤🔥 relapse Some think 💭😠 punk's 😈😈 dead, 😠💀 me, I 😃☠ don't believe 💭🙏 that 🏻🔺 Rock 🚀🗿 'n' 💰💰 roll 🎸🎲 gatherin' the 💰 moss 'til 💏 I be ➡🐝 that Lichen-coated boulder, make you 💧 slip, 💦 bust your 👦 kneecap Open 📖👐 on 👇 the 🐈 Amazon, hide 💜💜 the 👏🐈 cure for 👏💪 cancer 💦 I'm Lance Armstrong, you're 👉🏼 the 😾✨ necromancer Slash 'n' 😩 burn, 🚥 crash 💥 into the 🏡👏 42nd answer All 😫 my ♂🙋 fellow skeletons 💀 adore 🚼🚼 the 🏅😊 army ants here 🏿🍒 Flies on 🔛👅 my eyeballs, scabs on 💯 my 🍕👨 elbows Heaven ✝ knows ❔ God's sittin' up 🗺🤢 there 👉💍 like, "Hell no!" Only 👁 one thing 🤑 comes 💦💦 to those 👈🐥 who wait It's 🤔🤔 never 🚫🚫 too 🤖 late to 💦 embrace 💦 your 🙋☁ fate May 📅💯 death come swiftly and 📎🌃 gently to you 👆🚶 Mayhem, cry 😭 mayday, and 💰 oncoming doom Save 📑💾 your ✋👏 convictions, they 😈 never ❤ will do 💕 What you 😩 say's 🔥🗣 at 💰 least one ☝👏 six-billionth true! You 🕴 bear 🐻🐻 a striking resemblance (Some kind 🤗😯 of 👄🍆 semblance of 🔥📀 somethin' I 👈👀 been 🙂 rememberin') You appear familiar, 💻👨 dear 🔆📣 (You look 🔚 just 👌 like ❤ my 👨 bathroom 😤🚽 mirror) Please, policeman, 👮 no heel-to-toe Oh 🍤 please, 🍆🙈 let 👌 me go 🏃🏃 Please, 🙏🙏 policeman, 👮 is it a 📐 test? 😬😬 I 👁 won't 💪 know 'til I'm under arrest 🔒 Am I 👏ℹ being 🔞 detained? Am I 😜 under arrest? 🔒 (Yes, 👞😻 you 🏻 are!) 😎 Read 📖 me 👶 my 👩 rights, please 🙏🙏 (No!) 💦⛔ I want 👉👏 my phone call! Please policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh 🐦😱 please, 💕✝ let 👍💂 me 💯❤ go Please policeman, 🏻🏻 is it 💯 a 👌 test? 💻😬 I 🤵🙅 won't 💪 know 'til 💏💏 I'm 👧 (ratatatatatatata!) Please, policeman, no 😩😑 heel-to-toe Oh please, 🙈 let ❌🏾 me 🤓 go Please, 😭 policeman, 👮 is it 🥇♂ a 👨👌 test? I won't know 😭 'til I'm 👁👁 under arrest 🔒

what is this madness (OLLIE I KNOW THIS IS YOU)

[ice-devourer]

HELLO‼️ i have an nsfw content blog where i’ll be posting nasty art and nasty fics!! the first one being a fyozai fic (hehe) also this is where i’ll rb content of the same kind (except x reader content)

the potential (incomplete) list of ships you WILL see are:

📎 fyozai, bramcraft, skk, ranpoe, knkdz.

you WILL see them in formats such as:

📎 comics, fanfiction, one-shot art, thought snippets etc.

tw’s will be tagged, although i can’t promise i’ll initially know everything there is to tag but i’m flexible to being taught, please tell me if i miss something aight aight?

THE 18+ BLOG IS: @fedy4 uwu

[lemonade-sugar]

HAAAAIIII-

I’m also sorry if this is a lot this is for research purposes-

🥞☕️☀️🌌🎁📎☁️❤️💙💌💖💓

Again I’m very sorry this is a lot-

HOO BOY HERE WE GOOOO

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

Pretty much anything sweet. This goes for any meal, but Lemon has very high sweetness and sourness tolerances, and mashing some combination of those two will usually make him happy. As for breakfast specifically…Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favorite drink?

Hot drinks by a long shot. He really likes lemonade, though, obviously lol. And sweet coffee.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

ABSOLUTELY. He’s up with the sun most mornings, out at the bell tower or climbed up some tree or just…outside. He really, really likes to be outside. This means he takes a lot of naps to make up for it, usually in sunbeams or…well, outside.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Well, making Lemon properly took a day or three in total. I had his name, I had some idea of his hair (thanks, Picrew). And then I had the idea of a character you had to “figure out yourself” via dialogue and letters. I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t have most of his backstory or personal details figured out when I first started the blog. His love for inventing stuff was inspired by Da Vinci of all people. It’s a mess, but he’s supposed to evoke the attitude and vibes of a Renaissance Man-Polymath- old-style European gentleman prince thing lol

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

He’s…okay at gift giving, although he prefers other forms of affection. He likes receiving recipes, stuffed animals, photography equipment, and plants/seeds.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

The Taocc fae are immune to non-fae alcohol, and have a very high tolerance to fae alcohol. Lemn drinks human alcohol sometimes, for the taste.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Lemon loves running around his domain with people. If you end up as his adventuring partner, he obviously likes you a lot. Thus, Dark regularly gets shown around various places. He’s actually pretty upbeat, even becoming mischievous at times, although he tends to be the level-headed one of his friend groups.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Cuddles, adventures, love letters, and lots of gentlemanly flirting lol

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

He’s not as clingy as Dark, but he does get lonely very easily. His typical anxiety over “but what if I lose everyone again” doesn’t exactly help. He acts about the same, but if his gf is around he’s a bit more open and willing to be less mysterious.

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

Oh. Oh boy I was hoping you’d choose this one. Lemon started out only sending letters to people to communicate, and boy does he love to write them. He’ll mainly just leave his partner a little sonnet or something if he’s not around.

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

Both, depending entirely on the situation. He prefers a balance of the two, leaning towards being more showy and elegant.

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

It’s a bit noticeable, but years of hiding his personality have made it difficult to see. He’ll be even more polite, and compliment her more. As well as ask her if she’d like to join him on whatever endeavor he finds himself on that day.

*stares at you* /pos lemm and dark make me so happy shekdnekemd

@blepxiee

[auspex]

📎 👑 👻 - for Mark!

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

ok lemme do one i haven't shared before.. uh.. well I think i shared this before but its a Newer fact so i shall share anyway. Mark likes movie soundtracks and owns some :) he thinks john williams is a genius lmao.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

He wants to Not Die and thus not need a legacy because he will Live Forever. But seriously uhmmm lemme think. I think he definitely wants to be thought of as 'one of the good ones' as in he wants to meet final death before he loses his humanity. Beyond that he's kind of having a crisis because he Doesnt Know. He had a goal in life - professor of Roman history, be famous in that field - but now that seems like Not Enough as a kindred. If he wasn't dealing with more immediate crises he would be dealing with an identity crisis for sure... he does want to reexamine all of history and, if it doesnt already exist, write stuff regarding how kine influenced kindred history and vice versa. So we'll see how that goes for him, if it ends up being anything he'd wanna be remembered for that work and for helping kindred appreciate the kine more :D (GOOD FUCKING LUCK W THAT MARK LMFAO)

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

Yeah he believes in ghosts, he met one... unfortunately this was a scene we had to skip but during battles with the Sabbat his coterie once basically ambushed a house they knew to be Sabbat. Fun fact it was actually the same trap house he rescued Sampson from originally! They shot it up, turned it to swiss cheese lol, then entered... and a ghost was haunting it, the wife of one of the Sabbat Big Bads (at the time). The coterie was successful in handling it though I do not know the tale since again, we had to skip over this. But yeah not a friendly encounter.

I'm also sure at some point some Giovanni or whatever is gonna spy on him so. That'll be fun.

[brown-little-robin]

OC asks (for later, after you've gotten some sleep): Eight clones, eight questions! I'll let you match each to whichever you prefer. 🌙 MOON, 🍁 MAPLE LEAF, 🍃 FALLING LEAF, 📖 OPEN BOOK, 👑 CROWN, 📎 PAPERCLIP, ❤️ RED HEART, 💚 GREEN HEART.

Bonus! ✏️ PENCIL and 🎵 MUSIC NOTE for all/any of them.

Ooooh, fun! A mix-and-match!

Eight Asks For Eight Clones:

💚 GREEN HEART. - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Two likes being enclosed in small spaces; it makes him feel safe. When he's stressed but not panicking, he tends to squeeze his own wrist or hug himself tight. His CRAYDL (shapeshifting artificial intelligence friend) used to squeeze his whole body to calm him down. A blanket is always a good idea for him. A hug doesn't always work, though (it can feel too much like an attack).

Other things he finds comforting include dark colors (or just the dark), repetitive motions, and bodies of water.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

Three wants to be remembered as someone who loved others well. Even as a superhero, that's what he wants his legacy to be. He's one of those people who might seem selfish at first, because he's always trying to find the Cool New Thing to do, but when you get to know him you find he's actually incredibly generous. The point of all his Cool New Things is to share them with others.

He loves giving personalized gifts. He loves planning parties. He loves celebrating others. He wants to be remembered for that.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Four wants to be spiritually clean. He feels himself guilty, dirty, stained with sin. He's willing to dedicate his life to the pursuit of a clean soul, which is no small commitment in a boy physically seventeen and chronologically seven centuries old.

If he could make a sacrifice in order to feel absolved, he would do it no matter what it was. He would give up his speed if he had to. He's Catholic, so he knows he has to accept the forgiveness that he doesn't pay for, but his whole being cries out against it. He can't fathom forgiving himself.

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

Five loves being in nature. It's the only time his soul finds peace, poor dear. His current favorite outdoor activity is just soaking it in. Long walks looking up through trees. Exploring by the seaside. He wants to learn to sail someday—how to handle an actual boat.

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Six loves the very early spring when there's snow on the ground but also the beginnings of very soft green-growth. Tiny buds on the trees. Tender shoots of grass. Everything is harsh and bitter-cold and the mud is shot with ice. Bird tracks in the snow.

It reminds him of himself.

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

Seven likes reading for the escapism. He's particularly taken with fantasy stories, hero's journey types where the orphaned main character has to go through fantastic adventures and stuff, gaining skill and confidence as they go. Eragon, Breadcrumbs, Harry Potter, Dragon Keeper, any middle-grade or teen fantasy book. He has a massive soft spot for dragons, although the stories about them often make him cry.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Eight Crandall's love languages are quality time and words of affirmation, mostly. He also loves gifts a whole lot, but that's more of a trauma response thing. If he wants to show love, he'll come haunt you and tell you earnest, encouraging things. He hasn't quite figured out the quality part of quality time yet because he doesn't feel like he's... allowed? to ask for undivided attention? but oh, when he gets it he's so instinctively scared he's going to lose it that he kind of shuts down. It's more comfortable for him to give attention than recieve it.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Nine loves dark chocolate. Also croissants and walnuts and coffee flavor. You can bribe him with anything bitter!

Bonus! ✏️ PENCIL and 🎵 MUSIC NOTE

Let's go with Strange Redemption in general for this one, shall we?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

"When your friend worries that they're a burden, don't you want to just squish their face between your hands and tell them ON PURPOSE. ON PURPOSE I WILL LOVE YOU" —I don't know who said this but the phrase "on purpose. on purpose I will love you" is forever Strange Redemption to me now.

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

Bjork's All Is Full Of Love. I have a long Strange Redemption playlist and one for each clone, but if I gave one song for the entire first arc of the story (the first 50 chapters or so) it would be this one. The melancholy tone is so weird but good and the LYRICS! the LYRICS!

All is full of love (you just ain't receiving) All is full of love (your phone is off the hook) All is full of love (your doors are shut) All is full of love...

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Mini Series

ENHYPEN as Taylor Swift Songs

pairings: enhypen member x reader

synopsis: enhypen one shots based on taylor swift songs.

warnings: may content angst, cursing etc.

note📎: happy new year everyone & happy 2 years anniversary for me in tumblr! i hope you guys liked it! it really means a lot to me whenever you let me know what you think about them, re-blogs and comments are well appreciated. btw, i love you guys and thank you for supporting me up until now. have a nice day/night! 🤍

© 2023 eeunoia — all rights reserved.

yang jungwon › here 

midnight rain

— your heart broke when you saw him pushed himself off from the wall he was leaning on. like usual, jungwon flashes you his brightest smile. pursing your lips and balling your fist, you tried shoving away the pain that is slowly suffocating your chest.

— “love! how was it?” he sounded hopeful, waiting expectantly for the news you will tell him. jungwon was so ready to congratulate you for good news and to comfort you for the opposite.

— you lift your eyes and his smiles slowly faded once he saw them filled with tears. he panicked and walked closer to cup your face, but you moved away from him. he looked confused and hurt at the same time.

— you glanced away, couldn’t take to look at him in that state. “h-hey, what’s wrong? what happened, bun? let’s talk...” he said. you bit your lower lip, feeling your chest tightening in a very hurtful way. it was the worst feeling.

— you let out a heavy sigh before finally facing him. with cold, but tearstained eyes, you tried to keep your stare at his confused sad eyes. “i don’t think i can do this anymore, jungwon. i’m sorry, but let’s break up.”

lee heeseung › here

back to december

— “waah, lee heeseung really did make it.” your head shifts to your side and saw how the staffs around you watch him over the monitor with adoration through their eyes. a small smile made it to your face before you looked back to watch him once again.

— “i’m so proud of you.” you mumbled to yourself and felt the corner of your eyes slowly burning just by getting reminded of how perfect lee heeseung was for you.

— “i’m happy you make time to meet me! how’s the first day of concert?” your smile was wide while you hold the gift you prepared for him. he walked closer, but not too close. he looked at you silently, roaming his eyes around your face.

— “it was fine.” he answered shortly. you pursed your lips, wanted not to spoil the mood. “congratulations to your tour!” tone a bit stretched out now. he nodded his head and his eyes trailed down to the gift you are holding.

— “what are you really doing here, y/n?” he finally asked. you gulped and your hold to the paper bag tightens as you looked at him. “i m-missed you.”

park jay › here

cruel summer

— “we're planning to go out of town this summer break, y/n! how about you?” your head snapped over to your group of friends the moment you heard one of them talked to you. as you look at them, all eyes were at you, waiting for your response.

— you flash them an apologetic smile, “sorry guys! my brother is coming home this summer break from his college university so i’ll spend it with him.”

— you leaned closer the mirror and checked your reflection, making sure to look keenly at every details. you looked okay, but you wanted to make yourself more presentable. “y/n! your brother’s here!” your mom shouted. your eyes grew and your heart raced rapidly just by hearing her say those words.

— “oppa!” you greeted happily and ran towards your brother. he chuckles and return your hug. you are excited to see him, but what excites you more is the person he came along with.

—“hey, angel.” you twist your head to see him towering over you, him who looked even more handsome than the last time you met. your brother’s best friend, park jongseong. the person you’ve been looking forward to every summer.

jake sim › here

style

— “i’m here.” you heard his raspy voice from the other line as you walked over your window. you moved the blinds and heart skipped a beat just by seeing his car parked right outside of your house, headlights off.

— “hey.” he greeted the moment you went inside his car. his eyes were hooded and obviously tired, but that didn’t even lessen his godly visual. for you, jake sim always looked ethereal.

— you smiled, blushing. “hi.” you shortly replied. his eyes racked from your face down to your body. “you dressed for me. cute.” he commented, hand reached over to pull you close.

— you hitched your breath as you let him take over and finally give you his warm soft kisses. your heart almost burst outside your chest because of the million emotions only him can make you feel. “i missed you so bad.” he whispered. “i’ve been thinking of you all time.”

— you know its not right anymore. you two had been here before, but you always find yourself with the same ending. a lot of people always says that you two are meant for each other, but something’s always not right. you knew that and jake too. you just don’t understand why even being aware of it, you always find yourself running your way back over to his arms.

park sunghoon › here

the way i loved you

— this toxic relationship with sunghoon is tiring you. “stop the car.” you said. he furrowed his brows and looked at you, checking if you’re being serious. you two just had another fight, and honestly you’re getting enough of it.

— he did stop the car and even before you open it, he said something. “the moment you leave, we’re done.” he said coldly. you halted from stepping outside and felt your heart crack. but you knew you needed it and so you did. you left him.

— “jake’s so sweet, y/n! i envy you for having him as your boyfriend!” one of your friends exclaimed right after jake left your table to go order some food. you gave them a small smile. they’re right. jake is really the best boyfriend. he treats you very well.

— “see you tomorrow, baby.” jake said with a soft smile. you nodded and waved before going inside your apartment. a sigh made it out from your lips after you sat down at your couch. you don’t understand why despite being treated right by jake, you still long for sunghoon. and you honestly feel bad.

— it was raining hard so sunghoon’s brows were hardly furrowed while he head over his door after hearing a doorbell. he opens it and quickly, the annoyed expression over his face was replaced with a surprised one. “y/n?” he uttered seeing you standing in front of his unit, all drenched.

kim sunoo › here

enchanted

— “tada! how do i look?” your head twists over the side when you heard your cousin talked. she’s wearing this fitted sexy dress while smilig at you. “you look good! where are you going?”

— she flashed you a confused face, “what do you mean ‘me’? You mean ‘us’, right?” she said and you sighed out tearing your gaze away from her. “no. i prefer to read a book tonight, thank you.” you were quick to decline. of course, she didn’t let it quickly and forced you out of your dorm that night.

— holding this red cup, wearing an awkward smile over your face, you sat down at one of the sofas inside this huge frat house. yes, your friend succeeded on taking you and now, you have no idea where she went.

— you thought you’ll have the worst night, until you set eyes to the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. even in the flickering party lights, you managed to see how shiney they were. the next thing you knew, he was walking towards you. “new face. glad to see the crowd finally getting interesting.” he said using this soft voice, opposite from his dangerous smirk.

—  you chuckle, blushing. “i know right. i totally stood out since i’m alone.” you said getting along with him. he chuckles and soon offered his hand, “sunoo. my name is kim sunoo.” and the first time, you found yourself enchanted.

nishimura riki › here

don’t blame me

— “please, y/n! don’t break up with me this way.” you sighed and rolled your eyes as you had enough of all of these. “my words are final. now, i have to leave.” and with that, you left your ex-boyfriend with head hanging low.

— you thought relationships are easy to control. that you’ll be always the one who will in the upper-hand and that nobody will ever make you go crazy in love. not until nishimura riki happened.

— you clenched your jaw and fist tightly as you stood in front of ni-ki. “you really went over this time, y/n.” one of your friends said as she stares at you. glancing at her, you gave her with a piercing gaze. “i don’t care! that girl deserves it! she’s a bitch—” you were cut off when ni-ki talked.

— “that’s enough.” he said in a cold tone. he stood straight, towering over you. it didn’t intimidate you, but your heart aches by the thought that he’s still cold towards you. “we’re going home.” he said, directly to your friends before he held your hand and starts pulling you.

— a tear left your eyes, but you let him pull you. “you don’t love me.” you uttered. he sighed. “i do.” he shortly replied. tears started to come out your eyes even more, “then why am i the only one this crazy for you?” you said tone sounding so upset towards him. ni-ki stopped from his track and cupped your face. “i am too. i just express it differently.”

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Hello! I'm Nes. I like writing; it's been my longtime plan to write, but I never got into it but now I did since my mind has been piling up with ideas. I started writing in this blog last year.

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