#EXO Angsty

[makoredeyes]

Oops my DIM loadout names were supposed to just be cheeky jokes but they've become a bullet list of Damien's best personality traits. (Minus the bondage thing honestly. That's there ironically. He's insisting I clarify that. He's vanilla.)

[timdrakesstaff]

i should.like

pull up a site 2 watch Scream on.... hnnnmmmmmm

[to-all-the-stories-i-love]

Saw this and then I lost it. It was just the right touch of angst for my sad hormones today

Oof 61 with baekhyun 🥺 Thanks!

Serious 🎳

Genre: angst | nonidol!au Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 1.4k Warnings: Language

a/n: sorry for the delay! also sometimes saying something is angst feels too much. like its dramatic, sure. there's some words exchanged but is it necessarily 'angst'??? well...yall tell me lmao

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

No one was more eager to go to your friend Jongdae’s birthday party than you.

As much as you wanted to say it was because you were happy to celebrate another year of your friend’s life, that wasn’t what had you smiling like a mad woman.

It was another friend of yours: Byun Baekhyun.

Baekhyun was your partner-in-crime, the yin to your yang, the bees to your knees. Sometimes it felt like you were the same person split into two people, like you both were made to complete the other.

The reason for your eagerness was because it had been a while since you’d last seen him. Two weeks to be exact, which was unheard of. You were pretty sure the longest you’d gone without seeing or contacting each other was four days. At the time, Baekhyun had met someone and was attempting to date. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out. She ended things because he couldn’t stop bringing you up—at least, that’s what Jongdae told you.

You weren’t letting the lack of Baekhyun get to you. You understood that life got in the way, and you weren’t his only priority. You hadn’t thought much of him declining all offers to hang out or the ignored calls and texts. Sure, there was a time or three when you felt like something wasn’t right, but he was busy. He’d come to you as soon as he had the time.

That all being said, you were beyond excited to be reunited with your best friend.  

That excitement quickly turned into confusion when you called his name upon seeing him not long after entering the apartment. He took one look at you from across the room and disappeared into the hallway. Maybe he hadn’t heard you? Maybe he hadn’t realized it was you within the throng of people crowding Jongdae’s living room?

For the next two hours, you couldn’t seem to pin him down. If you entered a room he was in, he’d somehow slip out before you could reach him. The one time you were near him was when you all sang happy birthday. He stood directly across the table from you, yet his attention never strayed from the birthday boy, even when you were staring at him so hard your eyes strained.

That left you wondering. Was…was Baekhyun avoiding you?

You were completely stumped as to why he would treat you this way. The last time you were together was a couple weeks ago when you were at the bowling alley with some other friends. You don’t recall anything from that night being amiss.

“I’m not crazy, am I?” You asked another friend, Minseok, after catching him up on your current situation.

He pursed his lips. “No, you’re right. Baekhyun’s been acting strange today. Not so….” He searched for the right word to describe what Baekhyun was lacking.

“Loud,” you both supplied with confirming nods.

“I don’t know,” he continued with a shrug. “I kind of like it. It’s rather peaceful not hearing his laugh echoing off the walls.”

“I like his laugh,” you grumbled, shoving a ridiculously large bite of cake into your mouth.

~*~

Another twenty minutes passed before you were finally able to corner Baekhyun.

Most of the party had said their goodbyes. You were planning on heading out yourself, but wanted to clean up the kitchen a little before doing so. It appeared Baekhyun had the same idea. He already had the sleeves of his sweater rolled up to his elbows, rinsing dishes off to put in the dishwasher.

“I can help you with that,” you offered hesitantly. Now that you were aware the man before you was dodging you, you didn’t really know how to approach him.

His shoulders stiffened at the sound of your voice and it hurt. He’d never reacted like that to you before.

“It’s alright. I’m almost done,” he told you.

“Baekhyun.” You let out a nervous laugh. “C’mon. I haven’t seen you in weeks. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were avoiding me.”

You laughed at the possibility, but he didn’t join in.

Your smile faded slowly. “Baekhyun?”

He sighed, dropping the current plate in his hands back into the sink. “Don’t act like you don’t know why.”

That took you aback. You weren’t expecting him to confirm your suspicions. You were utterly clueless to the way. You only realized a few hours ago what he was doing in the first place!

“I’m not acting.”

He turned around to face you, looking extremely irritated as he leaned against the sink. He crossed his arms over his chest, not caring that his hands were still wet. “So, you don’t remember our conversation at the bowling alley after everyone left?”

You’re confused again, and he noticed so he explained further. “When I told you that I liked you?” You frowned. He groaned. “And I asked if you wanted to be my girlfriend?”

Oh. That.

“And you laughed,” he finished the recap.

“Is that what this is about?” You asked, even more lost than before you started this conversation. “I thought you just said all that because we kicked everybody’s asses.”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he turned back to the dishes. “Never mind.”

“No, wait.” You ran over to him, grabbing his arm to regain his attention.

He yanked his arm from your grasp. “Can you just leave me alone?”

You took a startled step back. He never spoke to you that way before. Honestly, you’d never seen him so upset.

“I don’t understand,” you said shakily. “You play too much. How do you expect me to ever take you seriously when everything’s a joke to you?”

“Not everything is a joke to me,” he countered. You threw him a look and he relented. “Do you think I’m joking right now?”

“No. But I wish you were.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like you like this.” You pouted.

“No. You don’t like me,” he said. “I realized that the moment you laughed in my face when I tried confessing to you.”

“I didn’t know that was what you were doing!” You explained. “If I’d known you were being for real, I wouldn’t have reacted that why. I swear!”

“Then how would you have?” He asked, facing you again.

“I, um….” All you had wanted at this party was Baekhyun’s attention, but now that he was giving it to you undivided, you were squirming under it. You’d never seen him so…intense. He wasn’t much taller than you, but it felt like he was towering over you, making you feel small.

You swallowed thickly. “I wouldn’t have laughed.”

That had him laughing. The sound deep and breathy. He slid his hands into his pockets, lifting an eyebrow quizzically. “Is that right?”

“It is!” You said, ignoring the squeakiness of your voice. You swore you saw a hint of a smile tug at his mouth. “I care about you, and I’m so sorry I hurt you. I’ll take you seriously from now on.”

“Starting now?”

“Starting now.”

“Okay….” He took a step towards you. “If that’s the case, let me say it again. I like you. I have for years now.”

“Really?” You asked, stunned. To be honest, this felt like it was coming out of nowhere. But, you guessed if you reevaluated your interactions together, it made sense. The way he was always glued to your side, and always so damn touchy. In your defense, he was touchy with pretty much everybody, but still…. “For years?”

“Why do you think I’ve been single for so long?”

“I thought it was because you were a los—”

“Hey,” he interrupted. “If I’m being serious right now, you have to be too.”

“Fine,” you muttered, but couldn’t help a smile.

“So?” He urged.

“So, what?” You asked.

“Do you, uh, like me too?”

This was the last thing you ever thought the two of you would be talking about right now. You were confessing in Jongdae’s kitchen and it was overwhelming, You didn’t think you were ready for such an intense conversation, but knew it was long overdue. It was something you had fantasized about way too many times than you’d ever admit, because of course you liked Baekhyun. He was your ride-or-die, your other half, the water in your cup.

Before you could overthink it, you raised onto your tippy toes, leaning in to leave a chast kiss onto Baekhyun’s lips. “Does that answer your question?”

It took him a moment to comprehend what just happened, and when he did the smile that brightened his face was both blinding and beautiful.

“Seriously?!” He asked, closing the distance of your mouths and his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Seriously,” you confirmed, falling into his touch and kissing him back with just as much excitement at the new development in your relationship.

[rooster-the-love-of-my-life]

Hey! I was wondering if I could request something angsty and fluffy with Maverick. Maybe Mav and the reader having a very tender romantic moment somewhere in public and then the reader’s friends casually see them and recognize the reader and the start making rude comments about Mav and their age gap but the reader comforts Mav and tells him that she loves him and she doesn’t want anyone else:) it’s fine if you don’t want to! Thanks!

Hello, my love. I am so so so so so sorry for replying a lifetime late. I just wasn't feeling it and tbh i didn't even see this ask till like a few minutes ago. So a) thank you for asking b) i'm sorry for being so late and c) enjoy!!!

"I don't care what they think or say about you Mav. I love you and you love me, that is all we'll ever need." You tried to reassure him, tell him everything is alright but it just wasn't working.

You had gone out for a date to a small restaurant just outside the base, hoping to catch a few private moments, when you noticed a few of your friends were also there. You were about to go up to them and say hi but while approaching them you heard somethings you were never meant to hear.

"Did you see how old he looks?" One of them whispered as the rest nodded their heads and added further.

"I know she's not with him for the money, he's a captain foe god's sake, how much can they make anyway?"

"And she's defiantly not with him for the sex. I'm sure grandpa can't even get it up. God knows why she's with him."

All of the giggled like high school girls, continuing to make fun of you and your boyfriend. This was nothing new to you, they had expressed their disapproval of your boyfriend and his age many time before. But what really hurt you was that he had heard what they were sying about him as well.

After that, you both finished you dinner and started to go back home. The silence in the car was deafening, you could see on his face, what the said had hurt, but you didn't know what to say to him. Upon reaching home, he quickly went to the bathroom, still not saying another word and locked himself there for a long time before finally coming out.

"Mav, I'm so sorry for what they said." You started, jumping up on your feet the moment he came out. "I didn't think they could ever be so mean. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." He whispered softly, sitting down on your bed.

"No, it's not. They shouldn't have been saying things like that. They're my friends, were my friends, and you are the man I love. They can't just disrespect you like that.'

"It's not really disrespecting when what they're saying is true." It broke your heart to see him like this.

"I don't care what they think about you. I love you and you love me, that's all we'll ever need."

"It's not enough is it?" He finally spoke after a long pause. "They're your friends and if they think all that stuff about me, god know what your family thinks."

"My family loves you Mav!" You argued. "I love you, I don't give a flying fuck what they think or don't think about you. At the end of the day, it's you who I love, it's you who I come home to, it's your who loves me. That is the truth, and that is all I'll ever need."

It took him some time to process what you had just said, not being used to so much love. After a while, he wrapped his arms around you waist, pulled you closer, buried his face in your neck and slowly whispered-

"I love you."

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[rems-writing]

The Namhae Strongman

Pairing: ripper!San × cop amab!reader

Summary: This fic will be related to the fics that have dilf!Yunho, dilf!Mingi, and barista!Yeosang so there will either be mentions of them or not. We'll see lol

Warning(s): San with his big ass biceps out and in that fuck ass black fringed leather vest (basically his outfit from the Work mv minus the cowboy hat sadly), the reader is the younger brother of Mingi, reader being drunk yet sober enough to consent to San taking him home, hard decisions, San falls in love (but does he really? 👁👁), features from Stray Kids and EXO, a knife kink, bloodplay (it excites San when he sees blood spill out of his victims whenever he kills them with his bare hands. He will totally get hard when he sees blood spill out of the reader), spitting, cum play, choking, possessive dirty talk, blowjobs

Genre: Nasty fucking smut with plot in the beginning and an angsty ending

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Thank you to @bunnliix for helping me decide the order of the fics that I write and post.

I'm also tagging @ja3hwa since they have helped me figure out San's kinks.

"HURRY! OR ELSE WE'LL LOSE HIM!"

"10 4!"

You screamed into the walkie talkie as you sprinted even faster than before to catch up with the killer.

The ever so famous Namhae Strongman.

Just when you think you have caught up to the killer, he turns a corner and ducks into an abandoned alleyway. Not wanting to lose him, you turned into that same corner and you were now stuck in the alleyway. It didn't help that it was almost pitch black. The only sources of light were a blinking light bulb hovering above a back door to some place and your flashlight. As you took your gun out, you looked around everywhere.

Where was he...?

"Officer Song, what's your 20?"

You heard the familiar voice of Officer Kim speak through the radio. Not keeping your eyes off your surroundings, you quickly gave your location.

"I'm located in an abandoned alleyway. Off of 3rd Street and Castillo Plaza. It's pitch black but the killer turned the corner here. Requesting for back up should he appear."

"10 4. On our way soon."

As soon as you finished talking, you heard a sudden thud come from behind the dumpster. You turned quickly and walked towards it slowly. Moving the dumpster away with your foot, you flinched upon seeing

A rat.

The rat looked up at you momentarily before scurrying off to go find food. You clutched your heart and chuckled quietly to yourself before turning around.

You wish you hadn't.

Standing behind you was the towering figure of the Namhae Strongman.

You were quickly slammed into a brick wall and you saw the killer's bloodied hands gripping your shoulders tightly as he kept you in place. The lower half of his face was covered by a black bandana and his muscles were bulging as his arms kept you in place. It didn't help that he somehow grabbed your gun and tossed it to the side, leaving you defenseless. You knew that if you moved, you would get torn apart.

That's how strong he was.

His covered face got closer to yours and his breathing got heavier as he looked into your fearful eyes. He tilted his head and lifted one of his bloodied hands. You shut your eyes, thinking he was about to rip your head clean off your body.

To your surprise, his palm touched your cheek and his thumb caressed your cheekbone.

"Pretty boy."

Ok what the fuck?

For a man who brutally rips people apart, his voice was soft and raspy. However, you learned that looks can be deceiving so you kept your eyes shut and stayed still as much as possible. You froze when you felt something soft and plush touch your cheek tenderly. You cracked one eye open just in time to see the killer readjust his bandana.

DID HE JUST KISS YOU?!

"I'll see you soon."

With that, he let you go and ran off while you were still standing there, processing everything that happened. Even when you heard Officer Kim and the other officers finally arrive, your mind was still in a daze.

What the hell was going on...?

---------------------------------------------------

"I'm telling you, chief! I honestly thought I was going to die! Yet I didn't. However, knowing his strength, I knew that if I made one wrong move, I'd lose a limb."

Park Seonghwa, the police chief of the Seoul PD, sighed deeply as he listened to the words that spilled out of your mouth.

"I see... while I'm dissatisfied with the end results, I didn't lose my best cop. I can't handle anymore death thanks to this man. Did you see anything on him that was a little bit more recognizable as he rendered you immobilized?"

You thought for a moment before speaking up.

"The killer is relatively tan. On his right index finger, there's a spot that's a different shade from the rest of his skin. I believe that in his disguise, he has some type of ring on to throw people off."

Seonghwa nodded and wrote it down in his notebook.

"Ok. That sort of helps. Thank you, Y/N. You're dismissed. If you want, you can leave early."

A soft smile reached the chief's face as you nodded firmly and stood up and shook his hand.

"Thank you, chief. Hopefully, we can see you tomorrow for the annual get together."

"I'll try to make it. Now go on."

"Sir yes sir!"

A slight laugh escaped the chief's lips as you saluted him in a silly way and exited his office.

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THE NIGHT OF THE GET-TOGETHER

"CHEERS!"

Everyone raised their shot glasses and clinked them together before downing them.

You hated taking shots but you took this first one with your co-workers so the night can start. After downing your chaser, which was a jack & coke, you sat down in the booth and started talking with officer Kim. You two have been friends for a while and Hongjoong was always trying to ask out Seonghwa but he pussied out every chance he got.

"Come on, Joong! Now's your chance! He's literally right in front of us!"

"But he's talking to those girls!"

"Joong, you do realize that he doesn't like women like that right?"

"Well yeah but -"

"No buts! Get your ass up and go talk to him!"

"Ok ok fine!"

You almost burst out in laughter as Hongjoong stood up and practically waddled over to Seonghwa before actually initiating a conversation with him. You sipped your drink and surveyed the club you were in.

Silver Light. What a unique name.

"Yo! Song Y/N!"

You looked up to see officer Seo approach you and sit next to you.

"What's up, Changbin?"

"I don't mean to alarm you, but there's a guy standing across our booth staring you down!"

"Huh?!"

Changbin pointed in the direction of this supposed stranger and you followed where he was pointing.

A well-built man, clad in a black suit, stared at you from across the club, his sharp feline eyes surveying you as he sipped on his old fashioned. You gulped nervously since his large body was making you feel hot.

"Um... I'll be right back!"

"Ayo wait -"

Before Changbin could stop you, you stood up and walked over to the man. A small smirk was on his face as he eyed you up and down.

"Hi there! I'm Y/N! It's nice to meet you!"

"Hi, Y/N. I'm San. It's nice to meet you as well."

You shook hands with San and you noticed that he had a gold ring on his index finger. You racked your brain on why that looked important to you. You then looked up at him and pouted slightly.

"Does your wife know you're here?!"

Ok that wasn't it but you were slightly tipsy so that was the first thing that came to mind. San chuckled and shook his head.

"I don't have a wife."

Oh? That was interesting.

"Oh! Ok! Come dance with me!"

"I don't really dance -"

"Please?!"

San resisted the urge to smile as he saw your pleading face.

How could he say no to such a pretty boy like you?

"Ok. I'll dance with you."

"Yippee!"

You dragged him across the dance floor and began dancing crazily. As you momentarily grabbed his hand, your subconscious set off all the alarms in your tipsy brain, indicating that you made a mistake in trusting him so quickly. However, you were too busy having fun while San dance alongside you with a dimpled smile on his face.

And other intentions.

After a few more songs, you found yourself in a dark corner kissing the ever-living shit out of San. It was aggressive, sloppy, and hot. San kissed back with an equal amount of aggression and desperation. One hand was on the small of your back while the other held you by the nape to keep you close to him. As you pulled away, San couldn't help but coo at the sight of your flushed face.

He was going to have fun with you.

"Hey! Want to come home with me?"

You nodded eagerly and San grinned wickedly, although you couldn't see it due to the lighting being dim. You felt him scoop you up into his arms and walk out of the club with you in his hold. You shyly hid your face in his neck and San chuckled lowly at the sight. As you stepped out into the night, you couldn't help but wonder.

Why did San's strength feel familiar?

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"Fuck you're so filthy, Y/N." San moaned airily as his head was thrown back and he tangled his fingers in your hair while you kept sucking on his huge cock.

One minute, you were in his arms. The next minute, you were on your knees for this handsome and sexy man after you got rid of his slacks. Drool and bits of cum spilled from the corners of your mouth as you kept blowing. The amount of times San came into your mouth was one too many but did you care?

Not really.

San had you get up from the floor of his living room before grabbing your waist and making you straddle his lap.

"Open your mouth. Let me see."

You opened wide and San was satisfied when he saw that you had swallowed everything after the many orgasms the bigger man elicited. He laid you down and caressed your bottom lip with his thumb before gathering some of his saliva and spitting straight into your mouth.

"Swallow."

You happily obliged and swallow the man's spit. A perverse smile was on his face as he looked you up and down once more, admiring your body underneath his own.

"Sannie~"

"Yes, my darling?"

"Kiss me~"

San chuckled before leaning down to kiss you. He didn't mind tasting himself as he shoved his tongue into your mouth in a messy yet passionate kiss. His large hands trailed down your body and found the hem of your shirt. He tugged on it, indicating that it should be taken off. You snaked your hands down and grabbed the hem of your shirt when San stopped you.

"Slowly. Do it slowly."

A blush appeared on your face yet you nodded and slowly lifted your shirt over your head. San's breath hitched upon seeing the first layer of clothing go.

'This is what he hid underneath that stupid blue uniform that night? Fuck...'

San kept his eyes on you as you fully discarded your shirt. It landed somewhere on the couch but you didn't pay any mind. You were about to make quick work of your jeans when San stopped you again.

"Don't. Let me."

His hand snaked downwards to unbutton your jeans for you. After he pulled them off you in one go, he lifted you up once again, wrapping your legs around his slim waist while your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

"You're mine for this evening. And I don't plan on letting you go."

The possessiveness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine and your hold on him tightened.

"Please... take me. Use me however you want. I need you."

"Oh don't worry. I got you."

He kissed you once more before taking you to his room. As you stay liplocked, he kicked the door open and entered inside before tossing you onto his bed. He hovered over you and studied you a bit.

Your fucked out face, the blown lust swimming in your eyes, and the way the skin on your body remained unmarked. San swore he saw hearts in his own eyes when he saw you.

Especially when you were chasing him down and you ended up pinned against the brick wall of that abandoned alleyway.

He swore to himself to never fall in love with anyone ever again. The last time he did, that girl cheated on him. He remembered being so mad upon catching her that he didn't hear her pleas of forgiveness nor her screams of fear when his hands found her jugular and ripped a chunk out of it. As she gurgled on her own blood, she fell to the floor and her body twitched before the life left her eyes and she laid still.

His ex was his first victim.

From there, he just kept on killing. The higher the body count, the more satiated his bloodlust was. He even sometimes got hard over seeing his poor victims bleed out. After washing the blood off his hands, he'd go into his bathroom and shamelessly relieve himself.

Now here he was. With you. And for some reason, the thought of you bleeding made him feel guilty. However, he pushed that thought aside and cradled your face in his hand.

"I want to try something. Are you down for it?"

You nodded slowly and curiously. San grinned wickedly before ripping off his shirt and reaching into his bedside drawer to take out a few things. Lube, condoms,

And a small yet sharp knife.

You gulped nervously at the weapon in his hands and San noticed this. He calmed you down by kissing both cheeks.

"Here's what we'll do. I'm going to turn off the lamp and I will give you what you want. But you have to take what I can give you. If you squirm around too much, I will turn this blade and nick you. Now... will you be a good boy and take what I give you?"

"Yes yes! Please get on with it! I need you!"

The desperation of your voice made San grow hard again and he almost groaned out loud. He soon turned off the lamp and poured some lube on his fingers before stripping off your boxers and spreading your legs wide open.

The sensations of being fully nude in the dark, the knife being dragged along your body on its flat side, and the first lubed finger prodding at your entrance was too much but in a good way. As San moved his finger around, you tried so hard not to squirm. San leaned in and whispered the filthiest of words in your ear while he added a second finger and dragged the knife around even faster.

"My pretty boy. You're doing so well. You're so good to me. So pliant, obedient, clean."

You didn't know why San growled menacingly as he said the word 'clean' and you wished you knew the context, but you were too far gone. As a third finger was added, you yelped in surprise when you felt yourself being stretched.

"S-Sannie, too much! I c-cant'!"

"You're doing so well though. Don't make me draw blood now. You can take it."

He kissed away the oncoming tears that were sliding down from your eyes. Usually, when he mentions drawing blood, it's to mock his victims whenever they squirmed around in his hold. However, for tonight, he sincerely wished he wasn't going to draw blood.

The only thing you were going to be covered in is spit, sweat, and cum. It would hurt him to see you covered in blood.

"San, I'm close!" You mewled pathetically and San smirked before pulling his fingers out. He silenced your protests by kissing you. This time, there was no desperation or sloppiness. This kiss was full of love and care for you. He tried to pour his growing feelings for you in this kiss. He wanted you to know somehow that he would never hurt you.

He wasn't going to make you another one of his victims.

As he pulled away, he set the knife down and shakily took off his own boxers before tearing open the tiny packet and rolling the condom onto his fully erect dick. A sniffle could be heard in the room and your senses were on high alert. You reached over and turned on the bedside lamp before coming face to face with a crying San.

Wait...

Why was he crying?

"San. Hey. What's wrong?"

San didn't know he was crying until he felt your hand wipe away his tears.

"I'm sorry. I just... I don't want to hurt you. I know we just met, but I feel like if I ever caused you harm, it would haunt me for the rest of my life."

His words may have been vague, but he was speaking truthfully. You grabbed his face and kissed him again.

"Whatever happens tonight, just know that I won't leave in the morning. I'll stick by you for as long as you need me."

"God I don't deserve you."

He entered you slowly, groaning at the way you were practically sucking him in. You hissed painfully but it soon went away after he bottomed out. He looked down at you and kissed your forehead.

"Go all out. Lose control if you have to."

"Are you sure?"

As if to prove your words true, you took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat.

"I'll let you know when it's too much."

"You'll be the absolute death of me."

At first, he started out slow so you could get used to his size. However, it didn't last long when he picked up the pace and started to pound into you deeply. The moans that both of you elicited were loud and passionate. As he switched angles and went even deeper, your head was thrown back while one of your legs was thrown over his shoulder. His name left your mouth dozens of times while he kept yelling out your name and praise for you. The last bit of control he had was flown out the window when you told him to go harder.

His thrusts became sharper and the hand that was wrapped around your throat began to tighten even more. A choked gasp left your lips and more tears sprung from your eyes. San noticed this and leaned down to kiss them away before capturing your lips in his own.

"You're so good to me. I want to keep you. Shit! I love you so much, Y/N. Fuck! I love you! FUCK!"

"I love you too, San! San, I'm so close! Please! Please let me cum!"

"You want to cum? Then cum all over me. Shit I'm close too!"

He soon pulled out and ripped the condom off before jerking himself a bit and spraying his hot load all over you. You came after him, making sure your own cum was spraying all over him as well.

San moaned shakily and looked down at the mess the both of you made. Another perverse smile came onto his face as he laid down next to you. He didn't have it in him to clean you guys up so he just simply grabbed you and held you close to him.

"Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

You hummed sleepily and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep much faster than expected. San sighed at your sleeping form and kissed your forehead once again. His lips lingered than normal on your skin and he was hesitant to pull away. He knew it would be the first and last time he held you like this.

When the next day comes, he will come clean. He will finally be free of his sins, even if it means that he won't be able to see the light of day again.

As well as you.

---------------------------------------------------

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God?"

"I swear."

"Please take your seat, Namhae Strongman."

"Call me Choi San. That is my real name."

"Ok then, San."

Today was the day. Choi San, aka the Namhae Strongman, was finally convicted and tried for all of the murders he has committed. You were sitting alongside chief Park, officer Kim, officer Seo, your brother Mingi, and his new wife, aka the widow of Doh Kyungsoo. As much as you loved seeing justice finally be served, you hated that it had come to this. As you listened to San confess everything without hesitation, you were brought back to when he first came clean with you.

THE MORNING AFTER THE HOOK UP

You were seated far away from San, holding a very familiar vest and bandana as you stared him down angrily. San was maintaining eye contact with you despite the guilt eating him alive and almost causing him to look away. However, he wasn't going to be a coward.

He was going to face the consequences of his actions.

"How long have you been keeping this from me?" You asked him in a steely voice.

"If I'm going to be honest, I never expected to run into you again. So to answer your question, I haven't been keeping this secret for long." San answered shakily yet truthfully.

"Was everything a ruse last night? To bed me and then kill me?"

"Everything that I have done, I didn't do it for some sick reason. I wanted you. I... fell in love with you that night."

"Why me? Out of all the men and women you could've chosen?"

"There was something about you that made me realize that all of this was worthless. The killing. The way you promised to stick with me and the way your eyes held truth... I couldn't fathom lying to you anymore despite us just meeting."

"You have killed so many people though, including my brother's wife! How fucking could you?!"

"I'M SORRY! I APOLOGIZE FOR MY SINS AND I WILL ATONE FOR THEM AS LONG AS I LIVE!"

You then grew shocked when San fell out of his seat and knelt before you, taking your hands in his.

"I will do anything just to have you here with me. I will confess, go to court, take any punishment they give me. I just don't want to be separated from you ever again. Please... forgive me, Y/N."

You looked into his eyes. They weren't sharp or held evil intentions. They were sincere, full of love, and full of hope.

"You're willing to go to jail for the longest time... just so you can be with me?"

"It sounds absurd and I know I don't deserve you, but it's the truth. I will repent. I will atone. I will do anything."

You thought about his offer for a moment before sighing and holding his hands tightly.

"You will be locked away for a long time. If you're willing to wait that long... then I will too."

San's dimpled smile was full of relief and he almost sobbed out of pure joy.

"May I hug you?"

"Um... sure."

San gently held you in his arms and pulled away the moment he saw even the slightest hint of discomfort on your face.

"Take me to the station."

PRESENT TIME

"After hearing his confessions and the consensus of the jury, I hereby declare Choi San..."

The judge breathed in deeply before saying the final verdict.

"Guilty."

Everyone cheered in delight. Mingi hugged his wife, Seonghwa fist bumped Hongjooong before shouting in victory along with the rest of the crowd, and Changbin watched as you walked out of the court so no one could see the tears in your eyes. He followed you outside and when he found you, he immediately took you into his arms and let you sob on his shoulder.

A few footsteps headed in your direction, and you were about to scream 'Fuck off!' to whoever approached you when your breath hitched once more.

It was San.

He was chained up and his hands were inside rounded metal gauntlets so he wouldn't use them for killing every again. You stood up and walked over to him.

"Officer Song -"

"Shut up and leave us. I can handle him."

The guards took note of your cold and harsh tone before nodding their heads and backing away. Changbin walked back inside.

Now you two were alone.

"So... how long?"

"16 years."

You let out a choked sob and San's heart broke. He wanted to hold you, wipe away your tears, and whisper in your ear sweet nothings and reassurances. However, due to the fact that he was chained up, the most he could do was kiss your forehead, your cheeks, and finally, your lips.

You held San's face in your hands as you kissed him with everything in you. Knowing this will be the last time, you let your lips linger on his for a while longer before pulling away.

"I'm sorry... for everything."

"Don't be, San. It's ok."

"I feel like a monster..."

"No, you aren't. You were just misguided, especially when it came to your anger. At long last, now you know."

"Will I be able to see you if you ever visit?"

"Of course."

"I seriously don't deserve you."

You laughed sadly before hugging him tightly.

"I will see you soon... Choi San."

"I love you, Song Y/N. Always."

With that final confession of love, he was whisked away to be taken to an asylum while you sat on the steps of the court building, bawling your eyes out and trying to hold onto the pieces of your broken heart.

This is what happens when you fall for the Namhae Strongman.

[a-driftamongopenstars]

what better time to write angsty o14 fic than 5am? I'll post this to ao3 later, but for now uhhh enjoy the sadness.

Saint-14 is running. The Infinite Forest changes beneath him, above him, all around. His heart is pounding in his chest, bringing all the Exo parts into an overdrive, yet he is still running.

Somewhere ahead, a glimpse of golden Light, like a flicker of the sun. He chases after it, never near.

Like a kaleidoscope, he is running, a multitude of Him, cut into pieces by the manipulation of time. Each iteration losing a little bit of himself. His hands are covered in dripping radiolaria, burning, worse than blood.

A gate after gate after gate. The forest reimagines himself, and it is terribly quiet. Has he killed all that made up the Vex? Have they simply left, making the time itself Saint's personal prison?

He begins to forget. Holding onto most precious memories, and even those are slipping away. The voice of his Father, the Speaker, fading into an echo of words. The laughter of children he vowed to protect, turning into nothing but a coo of the birds that take off to a better place.

Osiris' face, losing features each time he tries to remember. His crow's feet at his eyes, the rare smile, the chaste kiss...

All lost in the chase after a golden flicker, unreachable.

Saint-14, 15, 18, 21, 24, ##.

Which one makes it? Which one makes it out?

"Saint."

His eyes open to a dark interior of the room, and a gentle familiar voice. He knows it, he must know it.

"Osiris."

He feels the warmth of a human hand around his, gentle fingers prying open the titan grip. He finds Osiris' eyes and dares to look in them for a moment.

The reality forms itself around him as the nightmare slips away. The bed with tossed sheets, the smell of home, of Osiris.

He wants to rip open his chest, if it means he could make it all stop.

Osiris gathers him into his arms, warm and golden and real. Saint leans, allowing to be cradled, to be made real, too. His insides feel hollow and empty, made sense only through wires. His body feels full of pollution, and his hands still burn with radiolaria, threatening to turn the curves of his fingers into cold, dead metal.

If he could sob, he would.

Osiris' hand comes to rest on his chest, and Saint feels the rotten movement of intricate parts within him.

"You are real," Osiris says. And Saint-14 wants to believe him.

He holds Osiris' hand against his heart.

But believe him, he can't.

[an-annyeoing-writer]

All I'm seeing is angel dust personification FJGDFJHOJGFHFH

240602 lonsdaleite in jakarta Daydream. (1,2)

[lady-sci-fi]

Fun with Exo-6 boys, part 2

Part 1

Julian... Julian please 😑 Calm down in saying hello.

You're lucky there was a super-strong and fast Android to catch you.

A bit of an angsty conversation.

Oh, I've got to keep an eye on Julian. Make sure his 🤩 don't go too far into 😍

What are they nerding out over? Whatever it is, they're really into it.

Hey, maybe you two shouldn't plug into each other like that. I mean... okay then.

*Heavy sigh.* You're lucky that only ended in a minor brain zapping.

[dilxcc]

omg hiiii I saw ur exo requests and idk if it’s too late or if reqs are closed but I loved loved LOVED ur Gojo story, ur writing is amazing and I wanted to know if it was okay to request an angsty Junmyeon fic/story?? She/her pronouns are preferred and I’d love a happy ending too! Thank you in advance if you’re able to do it!!

us ᡣ𐭩 kim junmyeon

angst, fluff, mutual pining, typical jealousy troupe, grammatical error perhaps

junmyeon x f!reader

a/n pardon me i havent wrote anything in like a month (been updating on my wp and havent been active here) so i apologize if my writing is shitty 😭

you hadn't seen junmyeon in a while. it was normal. because, well — you weren't exactly close to him. though, your heart still stupidly aches whenever you thought of him. and the cause came from your small crush towards him. not exactly small.

even as you say that, junmyeon doesn't think of you just as friend. he considered you to be one of his closest friend. and he's been missing you dearly. and it definitely wasn't because of his not exactly small crush on you.

so when the two of you had an encounter in front of the groceries store, he didn't waste even a single second to browse the store with you.

with a basket in both of his hands — one yours and the other, his, junmyeon walked behind you while still keeping a close distant. he likes this distant. you looking at your list of things to buy quite frequently while he just enjoyed looking at your expressions. he completely forgot about the groceries that he needed to do — the one that his roommate had clearly reminded him to not forget about.

"junmyeon, do you think i should buy this?" he quickly snapped out of his stupor and looked at you as he fumbled with his words. "oh- yeah! definitely," he smiled. junmyeon doesn't even know what you wanted to buy. for all he cares, you were smiling and that's enough.

after paying for everything — which includes your stuff, he walks you back to your apartment until you were right in front of your doorstep. "we should do this again sometime," the male suggested. "we should," you offered him a shy smile. "i- uhh... well, i'll go inside now," you gave him an awkward smile and take one of the plastic bag from his hand.

the moment you were out of sight, he was smiling to himself and celebrating with a silent scream while punching the air in excitement. he felt like he was in daze. he didn't even realize it when he arrives at his own apartment. "hyung, didn't you buy my snacks?" the younger male pouted as he looks at his empty hand.

looks like he had to do another round of grocery shopping.

.

junmyeon had to double take when he sees you hanging out with sehun. why were you laughing that hard? why is his arm around your shoulder? or the fact that you were hanging out with him in the first place?

of course you would. you were close to him. to his roommate — sehun.

his heart aches ever so slightly everytime you laughed at the words sehun said. junmyeon knew well enough that the younger man was quite funny without even trying to. even when he tried his hardest, he knew that he could never be as funny as sehun. or just as attractive.

"oh, hey," you gave him an awkward wave, accompanied by your shy smile. you wonder how you looked in his eyes right now. do you look weird? does he think that you were being weird? should you have just kept quiet instead?

the male was slightly surprised when you paid attention to him first. he gave you a polite smile and nodded, his heart fluttering at your cute smile.

"hyung, we were just talking about you," sehun gave him a mischievous smile. no, he didn't talk about junmyeon. as usual, the younger male simply likes to tease the older male.

"we thought it would be funny if you were to do a cartwheel in front of many people," sehun smiled childishly. the older male only let out a scoffed, an amused yet embarrassed smile plastering his lips.

he could see you laughing softly to yourself when sehun made the joke. he likes it. the sound of your laughter. but at the same time, he hates it. he wasn't the source of your laughter. sehun was the one who made you laugh. he didn't.

"i uhh... i'll go to my room," junmyeon offered you a polite smile before retreating to his room.

.

you had thought to yourself that, the past few months had been going great with junmyeon. he's been flirting in his own awkward way. but somehow, he had been ghosting you for a few days now.

after that little grocery date you had with junmyeon, the two of you started talking more, hanging out more.

so when you waved at him but he decided to ignore you and walk the other way, you felt a stab in your heart. you weren't about to let him get away with this. your feet was quick to ran after him. this felt like a drama where all the confessions would take in place.

"junmyeon," you panted slightly, your hand gripped the sleeve of his shirt. from the look of it, he had just got his hair done. he wanted to pull away. but he doesn't have it in his heart to do that to you. to do that to the girl he likes to the point it was driving him crazy.

"why... didn't you answer to any of my texts? i was worried..." he was still facing the other way, but you could feel his body stiffening. "was busy with work," he answered and there was a slight tremble in his voice. you loosened your grip on his sleeve and nodded, accepting his answer. "then why did you look away when i waved at you? or- or why did you walk the other way? did i do something wrong? did you not want to be friends with me anymore?"

you want an answer out of him.

you didn't even notice it but you were crying. oh, you don't just like him, you were starting to fall for him. "i-i'm sorry if i did anything wrong-"

your words were stopped when he gripped both of your shoulders and pulled you in for a kiss. it was rough and full of emotion. it was as if he was pouring every feelings into the kiss. one of his hand soon moved to cup your cheek, wiping the tears away while the other finds it's place on your hip. when he finally pulled away, you could see his cheeks were also wet. he had been crying too.

his hands desperately move to wipe your cheeks without minding his own dishevel look. "i'm sorry," he whispered softly. "i kissed you without your permission," he lowered his gaze in embarrassment. "i... i liked you too much. no — i was starting to fall for you," his cheeks flushed slightly. "and i was scared that it was going to hurt me,"

"i couldn't hear you talking like that about yourself so i kissed you without thinking," he mutters. "i understand if you want to stop being friends with me-" you immediately covered his mouth with your hands and shook your head. "no, i- i really like you. i- i like you, too," your face flushed slightly.

his hand gently came up to remove yours from his mouth. "really?" junmyeon could hardly believe what he was hearing. you nodded, confirming his disbelief. he pulled you in for a hug. tightly. his face buried in your neck, breathing in your scent as if to confirm that this was real. he got you. the kindest, prettiest girl in his eyes.

[amnesiaforkai]

Nocturnal Precipitation | Kim Jongin/ Exo Kai reader

Summary: Nocturnal precipitation, a hush in the night,

each droplet a note in a symphony sweet,

a soothing caress where the earth and sky meet.

When you find yourself standing face to face with Jongin in the middle of the night, trapped in his arms as he awaits answers.

Warnings/Tags: Kissing in the rain, a little angsty, drabble, short one shot, suggestive, sexual tension

Words: 862

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The two slender hands of the metallic timepiece move steadily, the minute hand gliding smoothly while the second hand jumps forward with a sharp tick.

Tick.

01:53—that’s what it reads on the watch of the much taller man in front of you.

You swear you could almost hear the ticking sound if it weren’t for the heavy downpour around you.

The rain strikes the glass surface of the watch with a relentless patter, each drop amplifying the distance between you and the man before you. Each drop collides with a soft thud against your skin, chilling you as the water seeps through your coat. You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs as you gather your thoughts. Your heart races as the weight of the moment presses down on you. It takes all your courage to lift your gaze, your eyes flickering to meet his.

“Jongin,” you exhale.

As your voice escapes into the night, the taller man’s expression shifts, a mix of anticipation and something deeper flickering in his eyes. His dark hair, soaked and tousled, clings to his forehead. The streetlights above cast a soft glow on him, highlighting the tension in his jaw and the softness of his lips.

Rain droplets cascade from his hair, tracing paths down his jawline and leaving glistening trails on his skin. A droplet slips down his forehead, following the bridge of his nose before dripping onto your neck as he steps closer.

Suddenly, the air between you thickens, charged with an unspoken need. Without warning, he surges forward, pressing you against the cold, damp wall of a building. The surprise of the movement makes you gasp, your breath hitching as you feel the solid heat of his body against yours.

His chest brushes against you, hard and unforgiving, while his arms encircle you, pinning you in place. You can feel the rain soaking through his shirt, and the way the fabric clings to the sculpted muscles of his torso.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” Jongin asks, his warm breath mingling with yours as he tilts his head to the side.

You meet his gaze for a brief moment, the gravity of his question pressing down on you. Unable to hold his stare any longer, you look away, biting your lip as anxiety washes over you.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice firm. He reaches out, his fingers curling around your chin, tilting your face back toward him. The demanding look in his eyes makes your heart race, a mix of frustration and longing flashing across his features.

“Don’t turn away from me,” he insists, his voice dropping to a softer tone, filled with desperation. “I need to know why you’re pushing me away.”

The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine.

“Jongin, I…” you start, but the words falter in your throat.

He reaches out, brushing a wet strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin, encouraging you to continue.

“This whole thing feels wrong,” you finally admit, ignoring the rush of guilt that engulfs you almost instantly.

“Wrong?” Jongin echoes, his voice laced with disbelief.

Before you can respond, he closes the distance between you as his lips crash against yours.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, and you gasp against him, a mixture of surprise and heat flooding your senses. His other hand slips around your waist, drawing you impossibly closer until you can feel the hard lines of his body against you.

You can hardly process what’s happening as he kisses you roughly, pulling back just enough to whisper between heated breaths, “Does this feel wrong, sweetheart?”

Before you can answer, he trails open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your neck, his lips hot and soft against your damp skin. Leaving you breathless before abruptly pausing, lifting his head to meet your eyes.

“Tell me this feels wrong,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick with need, his breath ghosting over your collarbone as he peppers soft kisses against your neck, pulling you further under his spell.

“Jongin,” you manage to breathe out, the warmth of his body igniting something deep within you. “This feels so right.” The words tumble from your lips, surprising even yourself as the truth of your desire begins to outweigh your fears.

His kisses become more insistent, and you melt against him, matching the heat of his touch. As your mouths meet again, you moan softly into the kiss, each brush of his lips against yours sending a bolt of electricity to the pit of your stomach. Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands as you pull him closer.

You let out a sigh as he pulls away, panting for air before looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I didn’t know you were so needy, baby,” he coos, a teasing smirk appearing on his face before he takes hold of your hand and urges you to quickly get into his car to do God knows what with you.

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Also available on ao3

[gingerlegacy07]

Thank you @morelikeravenbore for the tag! I love answering these kind of questions and I loved reading through your answers!

I know I'm hardly known here on Tumblr, but that's fine. For those of my followers who are interested and because I find it fun to do, here are my answers to the following questions!

How many works do you have on AO3? I have 21 works. Most of them are oneshots or oneshot collections, but I also have a trilogy and a currently ongoing chaptered story.

What's your total AO3 word count? Uhh.. *checks* 429.608. Most of them are from the trilogy.

What fandoms do you write for? On AO3 I only write for the Hogwarts Legacy fandom. A long time ago I wrote for the f(x)/EXO/SHINee fandom on Asianfanfics, but I have deleted that account.

Top five fics by kudos? Oh, I'll have to look that up.. hm, alright:

1. In the Shadow of Sixth year (97)

2. In the Shadow of Seventh year (68)

3. A Naughty Collection - Hogwarts Legacy (48)

4. Sense of Touch (44)

5. In the Shadow of Summer (43)

Do you respond to comments? Yes! I try to respond to every comment, but I must admit sometimes I'm not able to respond right away and I might forget to, but I think I have responded to nearly every comment on AO3. I live for comments and am always happy when someone took their time to write one.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't like angsty endings, but "Happier" does have an angsty/unhappy ending. Together with "You look Happier". Both are oneshots I wrote to the song "Happier" by Olivia Rodrigo and "Happier" by Ed Sheeran respectively.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hm.. considering all that happens in my trilogy, I'd say "In the Shadow of Seventh year", which is the final part, ends the happiest.

Do you get hate on fics? Not really. Only on one, but I still think that must've been a troll. They hated Poppy, yet commented on a oneshot that was Poppy centric (literally her and Ominis were the only characters in it). Other than that, no. Not that I am aware of at least.

Do you write smut? Yes. Though I don't write it in my chaptered stories. At most I'll have it heavily implied or some non-explicit foreplay. For my trilogy I made two seperate oneshots to write the smut. That way I leave the choice to the reader if they want to read that or not. It's not needed for the plot anyway.

Craziest crossover? None.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know. It's despicable some people actually do that.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not for this fandom, but back in the day on Asianfanfics a couple of my oneshots were translated in Vietnamese and Tagalog.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but if someone would want to, I'd be open for it.

All time favorite ship? Ominis x Poppy or Poppinis. When I first heard Poppy tell us about her family my immediate thought was like: I wonder what Ominis would think of that? And somehow that got me into shipping them and now I'm obsessed in love with them as a couple. And fun fact: it was my shipping them that got me into writing again after not having done so in over 8 years.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a lot of ideas, but only few of those I have started on. I tend to delete WIP's that I don't want to finish and the ones I do want to finish, I'll make sure to finish lol.

What are your writing strengths? Good question! But I think I'm good with writing certain emotions/feelings to the point the reader gains empathy for the character... other than that I really don't know. I try to be consistent with updates, do my research (to an extent) and try not to make any continuation errors.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I am totally fine with that (though I probably will never write it myself), as long as the correct phrasing is used and that the reader understands (or at least gets an idea) of what is being said.

But I do think it reads easier when the writer uses Italics to underline when a character speaks another language.

First fandom you wrote in? F(x) (Kpop group) back in 2012.

Favorite fic you've written? Definitely my trilogy "Shadows of Love" that consists of Part 1 "In the Shadows of Sixth year", Part 2 "In the Shadows of Summer" and Part 3 "In the Shadows of Seventh year".

The first part was my very first chaptered fic and the fact that I didn't only finish it, but wrote two more parts (25 chapters for the 1st part, 7 chapters for the 2nd and 45 chapters for the 3rd) and two smut oneshots accompanying it has been a major achievement for me and it really is my baby.

Special shoutout for my friends on Discord who supported and inspired me to continue! As well as all the readers (silent or not) who made me want to keep powering through! I love all of you!

Thank you for whoever it was that made up these questions! I had a great time thinking about them and answering! As well as look through the stats of my works haha.

Np tags for @writingannyred @mspegasus17 @sallowslove and @zetadraconis11

[kpop---scenarios]

AGSKSHSKS

Huge milestone REACHED!

10k followers! I can't believe 1 person follows me, let alone 10,000 of you. From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU. I can't express how thankful I am for each and every one of you. You guys are the reason I keep writing and continue to have a love for it. I love you all so much!

Now for a special celebration! You all are going to take part in planning a fic! There will be a series of polls, for what group, what idol, the au, angsty, smutty etc.

I hope you're excited!! Cause I am!!

This will not take away from current fics, I'm still planning to write don't worry!!

[writerblue275]

The One Who Could Break My Heart (Chapter 3)

Chapters 1 + 2

Inspiration: "Trouble" - EXO, "There's Nothing Holding Me Back" - Shawn Mendes, "On My Love" - Zara Larsson & David Guetta

Champion: Ezreal (Pilty!Ez)

Summary: After the many revelations of last night/early this morning, it's time to face the day, face yourself, and have a very important conversation with Ezreal.

Genre: Song-Inspired Fic

Type: A bit angsty (pining), but happy ending. Smuttish (18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.) Fluffy, especially towards the end. (What can I say? I like a happy ending.)

Gender: Comfortable with she/her pronouns? Past parts have been more implied AFAB, but this part not as much? Slight mention of potential future family plans but eh not specific how that could happen.

TW: Mention of nightmare/illusion of reader being harmed. Pining that is resolved. Suggestive stuff.

"Trouble" lyrics in red

"There's Nothing Holding Me Back" lyrics in green

"On My Love" lyrics in pink.

“I’m in trouble.”

As light filters through the linen curtain liners, you slowly start to wake up, getting your bearings straight. You and Ez are tangled together, him sleeping soundly and nuzzling your neck. You can’t help but gently turn your head and kiss his temple before freezing, your startled thoughts quickly waking you completely. No wait I shouldn’t do that…that’s too intimate…I don’t like him like that.

Eventually you gently untangle yourself, smiling softly at his small sleepy protest, and just watch him, thinking about how peaceful he looks. I’m one of the few people who ever sees him this way. I’m one of the few people who can help make him feel like this. God that makes me so happy…wait...wait wait. Wait why does that make me so happy?

It seems like the time has finally come to have a reckoning with yourself. You’re essentially alone with your thoughts and the messages from the emotional part of your mind are loud this morning. You know why it makes you so happy, (Y/N). It’s because you’re in love with him. Stop lying to yourself. You love him as more than just your best friend. You have for a while. You’re in love with Ezreal and you’ve gone and broken your own rule. Admit it.

You realize you’re becoming increasingly tense because of your thoughts. Not wanting to disturb Ez you decide to make a trip to your second favorite place in this large and beautiful home. The library. Reading will help me clear my thoughts and think about this logically, you silently decide. Because fucking hell I think I am in love with him and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to lose his friendship.

You very carefully slide out of bed, away from Ez’s warmth, already missing him, which just adds to the logic of your decision to go to the library. You quickly scribble a note for him on a spare piece of paper and stick it on his nightstand. Then you’re silently off into the slowly brightening house.

You make your way downstairs and quickly follow the well-memorized path to the library and quietly open the door. You’ve been coming to this particular room since you were a kid. It’s a magnificent space, filled from floor to ceiling with books. There’s even multiple floors with fun little ladders and staircases to use to get to the upper ones. It’s a book-lovers dream.

You find a pile of books on the center of the table, all covering the area of Shurima Ez was in, and many of them specifically covering tombs, both discovered and legend. You realize this must be the pile of manuscripts he used as research for his last expedition. You can’t help but wonder if there’s anything in there that explains why Ez specifically saw you in that one trap. You’re alone with these texts, so you might as well look.

You bring the pile of books with you to place on a side table situated next to a plush arm chair. You curl up in the chair with your knees drawn up for you to rest your book on. You select the first book from the top of the pile. It’s an old leather bound journal, a predecessor to the type of journal you know Ezreal takes his notes in. You slowly start flipping through the pages, but it isn’t long before your thoughts completely distract you from your intended task.

Am I sure I want to know the answer? What if it’s nothing? What if the curse just shows a random friend the person entering is close to? I’m going to emotionally hurt myself. And for what? I know what will happen if I tell him. He doesn’t feel the same way. I remember what he said a year and a half ago. He didn’t want any further feelings involved than what our friendship is. Not to mention I told him dating him would drive me absolutely insane. It’s one of the reasons he suggested this arrangement in the first place. If I tell him? All of this will be finished. Certainly no more physical things with him, which is probably for the best at this point because emotions are involved. But now? This friendship has crossed a line that can’t be undone. Fuck, can we even save it? Have I doomed myself to lose my best friend?

As your mind keep racing, everything eventually becomes too much, especially the thought of losing Ezreal as even a friend. That is just unbearable to ponder. You never wanted to push your best friend away, but even with these fears racing through your mind, you know you have to tell him. You've never lied to him before and you won't start now about something so important.

I’ll tell him today, you decide. I just need to go pack up my things so I can leave and save my dignity after what is sure to be a horrifically awkward conversation. You set the book down and put your head in your hands as the worst case scenarios keep flashing through your mind.

Before you can stop yourself, you feel tears start rolling down your cheeks. You try to control your breathing as a lump forms in your throat but your efforts are futile. Eventually a soft sob makes its way out, followed by a louder one and then another until you’re just having a full break down. You sob brokenheartedly into your hands as you realize what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made. You’re sobbing so much that you don’t even hear the library door eventually quietly open behind you.

A warm hand lands on your shoulder and a sleepy voice filled with alarm sounds softly next to you, “(Y/N)?? (Y/N) holy fuck, what happened? Tell me what’s going on, princess. Are you hurt? (Y/N), look at me. Angel, please look at me. What’s going on?? Why are you crying?”

You look to the side where the voice is coming from, meeting the extremely sleepy and very concerned gaze of Ezreal who is kneeling next to your chair. He looks so genuinely worried, which is so uncharacteristic for him, and he’s so gentle as he hugs you close to him. It just makes you cry harder as you cling to his t-shirt. This is what you’re going to lose because your own emotions betrayed your logic.

Ezreal just hugs you tightly and rubs your back until you’ve calmed down significantly. Then he moves another arm chair so it’s next to yours, angles it towards yours, and takes your hand once he sits. “(Y/N)…please tell me what’s going on…” he says as his thumb rubs soothingly over your knuckles.

You sniff and wipe your eyes with a handkerchief he manages to find and give to you. “Ezreal we need to talk. Something’s happened…” you trail off as more tears start streaming down your cheeks and another sob escapes.

He gently squeezes your hand. “(Y/N) please tell me what’s happened. Whatever it is. I want to help, princess, always. Have I done something wrong? You seemed to cry harder when you saw me..if I did something please, please tell me. I’ve never seen you like this before, and that’s saying something because I’ve seen you cry about many things over the time we’ve known each other,” his voice is practically a soft beg as he frets over you. “Are you hurt? Are you sick??” His face pales and he momentarily pauses as it’s clear a thought crosses his mind. “(Y/N), y-you’re not p-pregnant, right? I hope you w-wouldn’t be afraid to tell me if you were, even though t-that would…uh c-certainly be a b-big thing.”

His reaction to the idea brings a wry little smile to your face as you watch him. “No, I’m definitely not pregnant, Ezreal. First of all, you and I are both incredibly careful, and secondly, if I somehow was, I’d never hide that from you. That would be a terrible thing for me to do,” you reassure him softly.

You notice him relax a bit. “Ok, so you’re not pregnant. Then what is it? What has you so upset?” He asks curiously.

“Maybe I should stop and start confessing.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this and I don’t know what to do, Ez,” you let out on a sigh. “You know the eight rules we laid out when we started sleeping together a year and a half ago? Your four and my four?”

He confirms with a nod and a soft “yes I remember.”

“Well…I promised you when we were kids that I’d never lie to you, right? So I should just go ahead and tell you. So…I realized very recently…like extremely recently, that…that I’ve gone and broken my own rule number four…” you admit, your voice getting quieter and quieter as your anxiety grows. You look up at him and bite your lower lip as you wait for him to realize that particular rule is, “No falling in love with each other.”

“Your rule number four,” he whispers more so to himself than to you as he thinks. You can pinpoint his exact moment of realization. He suddenly freezes, his eyes going wide as he looks at you. Besides his wide eyes, you really can’t tell what he’s thinking and it frightens you.

“(Y/N)…your rule number four…” he murmurs slowly, as if making sure he’s not mistaken.

You flinch a little and look down into your lap. “Yup. Somewhere along the line, it seems I’ve fallen in love with you.” You look back up at him and give him a sad little smile. “It’s ok Ez. You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same. Why would you? You very clearly said you didn’t want deeper feelings involved than our friendship. I’ve already accepted that. I understand your reasons and I respect them. I think if we end our physical relationship now, I can move on and not lose you completely. My own silly emotions are putting my most treasured friendship at risk and I’ll be completely honest, I’m terrified. I can’t lose having you in my life, Ez. I just can’t. That would kill me,” you know you’re rambling at this point but you can’t help it. Your anxiety over all this is just causing you to word vomit.

Ez comes over and hugs you tightly. “You won’t lose me, (Y/N). First of all, you’ve been my best friend, my partner-in-crime, hell, my person, for almost 20 years. I’m certainly not about to just throw two decades out the window. Secondly, why do you think you know what I’ll say, princess? I’m a different man than I was a year and a half ago. Hell, I’m a far different man than I was two months ago.” He steps back and looks down at you.

You look up at him as your eyes fill with tears again, softly begging, “Ez, please don’t. Don’t do this to me. Don’t give me false hope. I know you’re not cruel. Just tell me no. Tell me no so I can move on. Don’t let me make a fucking fool of myself, Ezreal.”

His voice is gentle, but firm, “(Y/N). Stop. Please stop so I can say what I need to say. You told me what you needed to tell me. Well funny enough, there’s something I need to tell you, too.” He grabs one of the books you were reading and flips to a pre-marked page, quickly scanning it.

Once he finds what he’s looking for, he lays the book on the side table next to you and points to a specific section. “(Y/N) read this page. Please. Especially the third paragraph down. It’s about the curse. It explains why I saw you specifically and not someone else,” he says as he sits back down in the chair next to you.

As you read that page, out of the corner of your eye you see him continue to open other sources to the pages you assume correspond to the Tomb of the Fallen Lovers. You turn your focus on what he wants you to read. The delicate and well-worn page of the ancient journal discusses the different known traps of that specific tomb.

The section he pointed out specifically covers the illusion trap. You focus on the words intently as your curiosity spikes. “Those who enter the tomb will see the one they romantically love most tortured, just as the king saw happen to his beloved queen. Believed to do so in order to most effectively break the will of the person who enters by making it seem like they failed to keep the person in their heart safe.”

You quickly look up at Ezreal. “Ez?” You ask quietly.

Ezreal just nods and pushes the other books in front of you. “Read these too. I’ve marked relevant passages. I know you. You do research. You like sources. You want proof. Here is your academic proof from first and second-hand historical accounts, princess. Read,” he says, using a voice you know very well. It’s a voice he uses in the bedroom often with you. It’s affectionate and gentle, but it’s still undoubtably commanding.

You find yourself almost scrambling to obey him, just as you have the other lovely times in your life he’s used that voice on you. You pull each of the books closer and read where he’s marked. They also say the same thing. You see the person you love the most romantically in the illusion. After finally finishing the last page he marked, you look back up at him with wide eyes, almost trembling a little bit as you still struggle to fully believe what you’ve just read.

You murmur, “You said at Hoskel’s party that it was just a general loved one that people saw. You didn’t mention romantic love. Ez? Is this true?”

He pauses for a moment and then nods. “It is. When I went in, I didn’t think I’d see anyone. A year and a half ago, I told you that I didn’t need deeper feelings in my life beyond what already existed in our friendship. I didn’t think the trap would work on me because I didn’t think I “loved” anyone like that. Then I saw you in that trap and it felt like my heart stopped beating,” he says, pausing to take a breath as if steeling himself to remember what came next.

After a moment, he continues, “The absolute terror that went through me the moment I heard your voice and saw you in that illusion. The fury I felt towards those I saw hurting you in the illusion. The pure anguish I felt when I couldn’t save you…it was as if the world went dark in my eyes. When I told you last night a life without you wasn’t living to me, I meant every single word. I had a glimpse of what that would be and feel like. I was in hell thinking I didn’t have you in my life anymore. I was in the deepest parts of hell until I finally remembered you were still here in Piltover, perfectly safe. I’m not sure I can properly express how fucking relieved I was to realize it was just an illusion. It was like taking a first breath of air after thinking you’re drowning.”

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair before looking into your eyes as he talks, “That’s when I realized I’d been completely lying to myself. Turns out I also broke your rule number four. I’m so in love with you, (Y/N). I’ve just been trying to work up the courage to tell you. Believe it or not, I also didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. Having you in my life means everything to me. I didn’t think you felt the same way. Why would you? A year and a half ago you said dating me would be a one way express ticket to driving yourself insane. The last thing I ever wanted to do was cause you unhappiness. So I just….tried to hide my feelings. Or I suppose I just loved you silently, in the small ways, by doing small things. Taking care of you and trying to make you happy because doing so makes me happy.”

You can’t help but melt at how sincere he looks. Your voice is soft, “Oh Ez…so that’s why you’ve been so sweet lately. Well you do make me very happy. Seeing your sweet side also made me very happy, but it was just all so confusing once I realized I didn’t see you as just a friend anymore.” You reach over and gently cup his cheek, smiling softly at how he eagerly leans into your touch, turning his head and kissing your palm softly.

Your thumb rubs his cheekbone as you muse, “I had my realization at Hoskel’s party last night. It’s why I got so distracted and tensed up while we were dancing. My feet were actually starting to hurt, so I didn’t lie about that, but it was the other realization that made me so physically anxious. I realized I’ve been falling in love with you for a while and that I was well and truly sunk. I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t believe there was any way you felt the same. The very last thing I wanted to do was push you away, but I knew I couldn’t lie to you or not tell you.”

Ez stands and opens his arms for a hug. You gladly jump up from your chair and walk directly into his waiting embrace. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, you nuzzle his neck and let out a happy sniff, a few more tears trickling out.

“I hope those are happy tears I feel, Angel,” he murmurs. He then chuckles softly as he feels you nod. Both of you just stand there, holding each other tightly for a minute as these new revelations sink in for both of you.

Eventually, you have a thought that breaks the idyllic joy of the moment, and you have to voice it. “Ezreal…there’s still stuff we need to talk about,” you murmur quietly. “What are we going to do? We love each other, yes, and that makes me so damn happy. However, your career…you’re gone so often a-and for so l-long. It s-sucks when you’re gone. I miss you so t-terribly, but I’d never ask you to stop exploring and adventuring. It’s your passion. Your drive. You’re so damn good at it. If I asked you to give it up, I fear you’d come to regret me. That’s something I couldn’t bear…”

“I'll pay the price, I'll sacrifice; That's on my love, yeah”

He nods and kisses your cheek. “You’re right baby, this is something we must talk about,” he replies, thinking for just a moment. “How about some compromising? Love is compromise and communication, right? Occasionally you should take some time off and come with me. It’s fun! I won’t make you go into any cursed or trap-filled places. In fact I definitely would rather you didn’t. I want you safe. This way though, you’d at least be there, and it wouldn’t be as terrible for either of us since we’re together. I’m researching some potential smaller expeditions closer by that would be perfect.”

You think for a moment before smiling and nodding, liking the idea. “You know I love history, especially ancient history. I’ve always been jealous you get to see these incredible sites, so it would be amazing if I got the chance to see some myself,” you reply.

He smiles and kisses your forehead before murmuring, “I do know and I’ve always wanted to show them to you and see your face light up as you see the history in front of you. As for my compromise, when I do come home, I’ll stay home longer in between expeditions. Either I’ll stay enough time to match the length of the expedition, or at least 3 months, whichever is longer. I say at least 3 months because believe it or not, it’s really hard to leave you, you know. I hate leaving you. So I may not even want to leave here after 3 months to go travel,” he concedes.

You tighten your arms around him and smile a little. “I’ll certainly do my best to make you not want to go. I hate it when you leave me, even though I know you’re doing incredible things and I’m wildly proud of you. You’re amazing, truly,” you say.

Ez leans forward and kisses your forehead, murmuring against your skin, “This way I’ll have more time with you between expeditions. It’ll also give me more time to better research the locations I’m going. I sometimes wing it more often than I probably should.” You can feel him flinch a little as he admits this to you.

You just let out a teary laugh and nuzzle his cheek. “Fucking hell, Ezreal! Don’t tell me that. That will just make me worry more. I do like these compromises, though. I think traveling together might be fun! Or we’ll kill each other, but hey that’s part of the excitement,” you let out on a giggle. You take a breath before continuing, “and knowing I get more time with you here at home makes me very very happy.”

He smiles. “It makes me very happy too. I’ll also give you a key to the house and tell my uncle you’re welcome to it while I’m here or away. I know you enjoy wearing my clothes because they smell like me, yeah? I might as well give you the chance to steal some whenever you want.” He gently smirks at you.

You blush deeply and hide against his shoulder again as you nod. “Y-yes please. It’s extremely comforting to have something of yours when you’re gone. Are you sure your uncle would be alright with me having a key? I wouldn’t want to be a bother” You look back up and meet his gaze.

“I truly don’t think he’ll have an issue with that. He knows we’re close. He’s always been fond of you since you manage to keep me mostly in line. He likes to say you’ve done ‘a hell of a job protecting this family’s name and reputation.’” Ez’s smirk widens.

You can’t help but giggle. “I certainly try my best to keep you respectable, that’s for sure. But, that sounds good. As long as he doesn’t have an issue with it.” You smile softly at him. “And hey, maybe I could have dinner with him every now and then while you’re away. Or we could have dinner with him when you’re here. As much as the two of you don’t see eye-to-eye, he is your family, Ez, and I do want to get to know him better.”

His eyes soften. “I’ll talk to him about it. I know how important family is to you.”

You nod and softly murmur, “It means so much to me. And it will continue to mean so much to me as I continue into the future.”

Ez smiles and turns ever so slightly pink. “Speaking of the future..this is a long way away, but if, somewhere in the future, we…” his voice trails off and he blushes more, his voice shy as he continues, “..well, i-if our relationship goes to the next step and we e-eventually want to start a f-family of our o-own, I’m h-happy to adjust my e-expedition timelines even more.” He kisses your forehead.

Your eyes widen and you turn bright pink as you process what he says.

He murmurs against your forehead. “I love my parents, and I know they love me. Every day I hope they’ll come home, now more than ever so they can see you, see how you’ve grown up since we were little, and see how much I absolutely adore you. Both of them always liked you, you know, especially my mother. She’d be absolutely thrilled with this development,” he says, grinning.

You kiss his cheek and smile. “All my memories of your parents are fond ones, Ez. They were always so lovely to me.”

He lets out a sigh as he holds you closer. “My one regret, though, is how often and how long they were both gone. How much of my childhood it seems like they missed. I-I want to do things differently when I have a family of my own,” he admits to you. He seems to realize even more what he’s saying and he blushes even more, smiling at you shyly. “I apologize, I’m getting way far ahead of myself. Do you even want kids? It’s alright if you don’t. They’re not a necessity for me. Pets are fine too,” he rushes to add.

You giggle softly and gently peck his lips. “I have been thinking about getting a cat lately. I wouldn’t mind having kids, though, but only if they’re yours, Indiana Jones. I want to see you with a daughter, actually. Especially one with your eyes. I think that would be very cute,” you muse, picturing the adorable scene of future him playing with a little girl who has his golden hair and blue eyes. “But that’s not something we need to rush into. I’m happy to wait a while on that. We have time.”

He nods, his face lit up, before he rests his forehead against yours. “I agree, though I hope any kids we do have get your eyes, not mine. But you’re right. We’re young and we have plenty of time to make that decision if and when we’re ready for it. God I’m just so happy…” he murmurs, and you can hear the genuine joy in his voice. “(Y/N), I’m going to kiss you now. Like really kiss you. Is that alright?

You beam as you already start to pull him closer. “Of course, Ez…please do,” you murmur back happily.

You thread your hands in his hair as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him. Before you know it, he’s kissing you completely breathless. His lips are fervent and his kiss is filled with so much emotion that once again, he has your legs going a little weak. He’s quite talented at making them do that at this point. You kiss him back in kind. Your lips move slowly against one another’s and it’s not until a few long moment later that you pull away slightly in order to catch your breath and slow your racing heart.

He rests his forehead against yours and looks you in the eyes as one of his hands moves to lace with one of yours. The love you see in his expression nearly undoes you. His gentle gaze travels over every bit of your face, as if memorizing how you look in this very moment. “God you’re perfect…and I love you so damn much,” he murmurs, his soft voice full of emotion.

You smile, blush, and cup his jaw with your free hand, murmuring back, “And I love you, Ezreal. So very much. So what do you say? Let’s officially end our best friends with benefits arrangement and start an actual relationship? With dates and cheesy shit?”

He grins and nods. “Absolutely, princess. Although let’s be honest with each other, we were sort of already doing dates and cheesy shit, both of us were just in wild denial about it,” he says, a touch of humor coloring his voice.

You smile as you blush even more. “Now that I think about it, you’re right. We were basically a couple in every way but name.” You giggle.

His expression softens as he continues, “Let’s make one thing very clear though,” he gently kisses your forehead. “You’ll always be my very best friend. I just also happen to be very in love with you.”

You smile and murmur, “I couldn’t have worded it better myself.” You sigh and close your eyes. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone in bed this morning…I just…I got overwhelmed and needed to try and sort all of this out in my head.”

Ez kisses you softly. “It’s alright baby, I understand. This is an excellent spot to think in. But now that we’ve figured it all out….please come back to bed with me?”

“You take all my inhibitions. Baby, there’s nothing holding me back.”

You sigh again, this time happily, and let out a breathless giggle as his lips move to start traversing along your jaw and throat. As he does so, his hands grip your hips to keep you close to him.

“You and your ability to turn me into god damn putty. How could I refuse such a lovely and polite request. I’m in love with such a gentleman,” you playfully say. You smirk as you feel his fingers dig into your hips a little bit more.

Before you can even register what’s happening, you’re looking down at Ezreal’s returning smirk as he carries you out of the library.

You let out a gasp and instinctively wraps your legs around his waist, causing his smirk to widen. “Ezreal!” You exclaim on a delighted laugh.

He just chuckles in return. “Do you think anyone will be surprised we’ve gotten together?”

You can’t help but blush. “I don’t think my family will be very surprised, considering their suspicions regarding the hickeys you left on me. What about your uncle? Will he be shocked?”

He grins and shakes his head. “Probably not, to be honest. As I said, he knows we’re close. I’m sure he’s had his own suspicions over the years.”

“I’m curious if other people outside of our families suspect something. Based on Hoskel’s words last night as we were leaving…well it seems like everyone but us knew,” you giggle as you play with his hair.

“They don’t know for sure though. We could have some fun with them,” he says as his expression turns mischievous.

Your eyebrows go up at the suggestion. “You really think we could control the narrative for a while? As soon as there’s a whiff of a rumor, you know they’ll jump on it,” you murmur.

He leans up and nips your jaw before pulling back and grinning at your soft whine. “I know you hate being the center of society’s attention. Why not keep our happiness to ourselves for a little longer? Though I’m not going to deny our relationship if someone asks us directly, of course. I’ll be quite happy to be known as yours.”

You blush happily and kiss his cheek. “So considerate. And I’m very happy being publicly known as yours too. But I do like the idea of keeping things low-key for now. Let’s do it. Let’s cause some eventual chaos for the vultures.”

Ez sets you down on the bed so you’re sitting at the edge, while he’s still standing between your legs. You take the chance to lower your arms and slide your hands back up under his shirt. His head tilts back in a happy sigh.

“‘Cause chaos?’ You weren’t kidding earlier this morning, Angel. I really have corrupted you a little bit,” he chuckles.

You smirk and gently pull his shirt collar down so his face is level with yours. “Only you know how much though.” You wink at him. “After so many years with you, I suppose ‘lady in the streets, freak in the sheets,’ is the energy I’ve been going for. Since you’re the only one who has seen me and will see me in both settings, have I been successful at it?” Your smirk widens as your question causes his eyes to darken.

He lays you back and crawls over you, leaving a trail of kisses random places on the way up. He pauses so his lips are right above yours as he murmurs, “My love, you’ve succeeded at that goal just as you’ve done everything else you’ve set out to do. With excellence.”

Your face lights up as he calls you “my love.”

Ez smiles gently and pecks your lips. “What is it, princess?”

You blush happily as you look up at him. “Say it again. Call me your love again.”

His grin grows. “Do you like pet names, my love? I had no idea.” His voice is dripping with playful sarcasm as he winks back at you.

You laugh and gently swat his shoulder. “Bullshit, Ezreal. You might have started calling me “princess” when we were kids, but you certainly don’t mean it innocently anymore. And you know I know that.”

His grin shifts to a smirk as you talk. “I will neither confirm nor deny I had this knowledge. Do I have permission to call you pet names?”

You lean up and kiss him, murmuring, “Permission enthusiastically granted as long as I may call you more pet names in return.”

He nips your bottom lip before his lips travel to your right ear. His voice is like a low purr as he murmurs, “Absolutely, princess. Call me whatever you want. I just want to be yours.”

You sigh happily and turn your head so you can kiss him, your hands starting to tug his shirt up his back. “When you said come back to bed, handsome, I figured we’d be going to sleep again,” you tease.

“Didn’t you say earlier this morning that I’m your favorite sleep aid? That my methods make you feel the best? What sort of partner would I be if I didn’t make myself useful for you? As I’ve said before, happy to be of service, my princess. Thrilled you could even say. Shall I figure out the proper dosage to help you fall asleep?” he teases back smugly. His calmer voice is very much at odds with his actions as he practically tears his shirt off in his eagerness.

You grin widely at him. “Sounds great to me. Thank goodness I have such a caring boyfriend who is so concerned about me getting the rest I need.” Your voice is very playful as your hands rest on his now-bare chest.

His face lights up brightly as you call him your boyfriend. He leans down again and kisses you hungrily for a moment before pushing back up and grinning down at you.

“Now, Ez, you know I’m a person of science. So tell me, what method are you trying first?” Your eyebrows go up and you bite your lip as you gently start to move a hand down his chest.

Ez leans down and nibbles along your collarbone, causing you to gasp softly. “You know, it is breakfast time…and oh! Looks like I have my favorite meal under me. What a coincidence, hrm?” He murmurs against your skin before looking up at you while one of his hands travels to your thigh and gently traces shapes into the soft skin. He winks, causing your cheeks to go bright red.

It’s amazing how easily he can fluster you. “Well how convenient for you! I believe it’s always nice to really take your time and savor your favorite meal…after you quickly start enjoying it, that is,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Great minds think alike, Angel,” he murmur. He pushes up the shirt of his you’re wearing to expose your stomach so he can lean down and start leaving marks. “So you’re amenable to me having ‘breakfast’ then?”

“Yes, Ezreal. Now, please.” You can definitely hear the impatience in your voice as you gently use your nails to scratch lightly along his scalp. “A preemptive ‘thank you for making me see stars,’ Indiana Jones.”

He leans back up and kisses you deeply again for a moment before smirking and whispering against your lips, “And a preemptive ‘sweet dreams’ for you, my princess.”

Then he starts kissing back down your body and well, let's be honest, it really doesn’t take too long for you to get to enjoy your sweet dreams of him.

EPILOGUE

“If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark; I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright.”

(Five months later)

“Are you ready, princess? We’re almost there,” Ezreal’s soft voice fills the small carriage the two of you are traveling in. Though, unlike the last time you traveled to Councilor Hoskel’s mansion, where you were sat next to him on the bench of the carriage, this time you’re happily settled in a much more preferable position. You’re on Ez’s lap, nuzzling his cheek. He’d just returned from another 2-month-long expedition a couple days ago and both of you just couldn’t get enough of being in each other’s arms again. You're sure everyone is sick of the two of you, but you really can't find two fucks to give. Your favorite person is finally home again.

You gently pull back and smile at him, nodding. “I suppose so,” you say. "Though I'd much rather be a little selfish and have you to myself tonight, if I'm being honest."

Ez tilts his head and smirks widely at you before pecking your lips. "I assure you, the feeling is entirely mutual, baby, but my uncle and your family are coming this time and we promised them we'd attend. I'd rather not have them hunt us down to make sure everything is alright," he murmurs affectionately.

You smile as you think about your family and his uncle. You both told them about your new relationship status first. As predicted, none of them were shocked in the very slightest. The nerve-wracking part was over. Then it was time to have a little fun with everyone else.

The fun part came at the next society event Ez was invited to, a couple weeks after the original event at Hoskel’s. You and him coordinated outfits to match colors, your dress to the vest he wore under his suit jacket. This was just cute, classic, and easy thing to do but boy did tongues wag. You’d been his plus one for years, but the two of you never coordinated colors so precisely before now. The fact you did had rumors flying from the moment you and him stepped into the event space.

A month after that, there was also the much less subtle incident involving a lipstick print on the side of his jaw neither of you realized was there. It obviously matched your lipstick color of choice for the evening. The gossip reporters and photographers had an absolute field day with that one. You’d never felt so mortified, but Ez reassured you, through the power of many cuddles and kisses, that it was completely fine. He reasoned that it just ripped the band aid off letting everyone else know. Besides, he was ecstatic to be widely known as yours.

Thankfully, now you can look back on it and laugh. It was pretty funny in hindsight, and it definitely confirmed everyone’s pretty strong suspicions at that point that the two of you were together. If anything it made things easier since you didn’t have to hide your small moments of public affection with him anymore.

“You know I’ll always be proud to be by your side, right, Indiana Jones? Because I am incredibly proud of you and I love you very much,” you say.

“I know that and I’m very honored to be worthy of your love, (Y/N). I love you too.” Ezreal says, pecking your lips as the carriage slows. “Ready to face your adoring public again, princess?”

You giggle and take his hand, squeezing gently as you wink at him. “Absolutely! With you, Ez, I’m ready to face anything.”

And there we go! The end! I was finally able to sit and finish my edits. Thank you long weekend! And thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! As I mentioned at the end of chapter 2, this probably won't be the end of works in this universe. I'm in Ezreal brainrot at the moment (I blame the heavenscale skin splash arts. Obsessed with how Ez looks for both his regular and prestige skins).😅

[headintheclouds-posts]

Hello darling, I was wondering if your taking request for exo? If so can I request a Junmyeon x reader we’re they are dating and their relationship is public but on an award show Junmyeon dances and sings along red velvet music but when your group is up he doesn’t and people makes fun of you for it so you get in a fight with Myeon and ask him if he thinks your group is bad or if he likes them better and the argument grows to the point we’re he said that she should of dated Irene instead of you . With a happy ending 🥺🥺🥺

It’s alright if you don’t want to make this request i totally understand 🤍🤍.

Hello my lovely :) I am so sorry this has taken so long. I have had so much on recently, but I am back and so excited to write again. Sorry if its not the best, I had some writers block on how I wanted the story to play out. I hope its ok.

FYI: I do know that the story is not exactly correct to the original ways that things happen at the awards show, but I had to change the story up to make it work :)

Angsty with a fluffy ending <3

You lifted your hand to wave at the crowd in front of you and smiled to yourself as you saw all the fan made signs waving in the air.

Tonight was a big night, the one and only MAMA awards. Every group known in the industry were out, all dressed head to toe in beautiful custom clothes made only for this event.

You were currently sat in the middle of your group Xscape, which was made up of 6 girls including yourself. Tonight was a big night for you all as you had been nominated for several awards, which caused nerves and butterflies to swim through your stomach.

The flashing camera's pulls you out from your thoughts as you take another look around the room. Though you didn't want to seem big headed, you knew that all eyes were on your group tonight. Not only had you risen up quickly through the ranks to have a stream of number 1 hits throughout the music charts, but your relationship with another idol had recently went public.

You initially told yourself that you would not be dating, not at least in the beginning of your career. You wanted to focus on your music, but you did not expect the Exo leader to walk into your life and whisk you off your feet.

Both Suho's group and your own were both signed under the same label so you were bound to bump into each other at some point and once you finally did, you couldn't believe how much you had in common. It didn't take long for your relationship to surpass the friend zone and turn into something wonderful. You felt so comfortable with each other, it was like you were always meant to meet.

Sadly it didn't take long for the news to break into the outside world and though a lot of people supported your relationship, there was many haters spreading negative energy online but neither of that let it get you down and you are now 6 months into your relationship together.

Before you could think any further, music starts loudly playing causing the entire stadium to erupt into cheers as the hosts made their way on stage. Though you were nominated for several awards tonight, you only had one in your sight...'Best new Artist'. It would be an honour to win an award that is known for picking the next big thing in the world of Korean music. All the biggest artists right now had won this award and it would mean so much to you, if your group could follow in their footsteps.

You look over to where Exo are sat, taking in your boyfriends features in the hopes it would calm your nerves. He seems lost in thought himself, occasionally stretching his neck or talking to one of his members, so he doesn't really look your way. 'He must be tired' you thought to yourself, shuffling in your seat.

As the awards continued, the next award for 'Best music video" was called out to a highly respected group in the industry.

"Red Velvet" the host cheered as the girls made their way up to collect their award. Your group stood up and clapped as their song 'Russian Roulette' played loudly.

The on stage screen showed many idols smiling or clapping along to the song and the camera man panned around to capture it all.

Suddenly laughter erupted around you as you realise your boyfriends face is on the screen in front of you and he is dancing along passionately to every step without any mistakes. You smile to yourself at his sudden outburst of energy and watch Chanyeol pull him into his seat as the group start their acceptance speech.

"Now for the next award" the hosts voice booms through the microphone "Best new Artist".

"This is it" squealed one of your members beside you, gripping on to your hands tightly.

As the host read through the names of groups in the category, you found yourself holding your breath. So many late nights, tears and tired limbs had got you here, you just hoped it wasn't all in vain.

"and the winner is......XSCAPE"....

You all leaped up clinging on to each other with tears in your eyes and started to make your way towards the stage whilst your hit song 'Promise of Tonight' echoed throughout the venue. You couldn't quite believe it. Though you had hoped that this would be the outcome, the feeling of hearing your groups name as well as the cheers from fans was better than anything you could of anticipated.

After receiving the award, you stood in front of the microphone to make your practiced leaders speech, wanting to thank everyone who had supported you from the beginning up until now.

You looked into the camera lens as advised and you were just about to start your speech when you started to hear sounds of laughter around you and the grip on your arm from your groupmate tighten. Something felt slightly off and you couldn't put your finger on it, however you managed to finish what you were saying before thanking the fans once again and walking backstage.

"What was that about" you asked your members once you had made it behind the curtain. They all looked at you awkwardly with a slight essence of anger as the main dancer lifts her finger to point at one of the monitors behind you.

The monitor was replaying the moment you won the award and the group clinging to each other before making your way to the front stage. It shows the moment you have the award in your hand and you are about to open your mouth to speak, as the screen beside the stage shows your boyfriend looking uninterested and whispering in the ear of his manager... the complete opposite of how he was when Red Velvet took to the stage.

'How could he' you think to yourself re-watching the moment as it plays on a loop in front of you. You attempt to swallow back the lump in your throat before turning back to the girls, feigning a smile on your face, something you knew they could see through.

"Lets head home" you say, wrapping your arms over their shoulders as you pull them all in to a group hug.

Your award was the last one of the night, so you piled into to your transportation and headed back to the dorm together in a comfortable silence.

Tonight was a long night for you all and the excitement of it all had made you feel exhausted. Also the winning of the 'best new artist' award had not really sunk in.

You open your phone to notifications filling your shared Instagram account, with kind words from all you fans. You took a deep breath before scrolling further through the messages foreseeing what some of the comments will say.

"I am embarrassed for her" one wrote

"The difference between him watching Irene's speech to watching Y/N's....."

"There's no way Suho actually loves her" the comments continued, making you throw your phone back into your bag and take a deep breath.

After what felt like hours, you finally make it back to your shared dorm as everyone stumbles through the door flinging their heels off.

You all decide to get an early night as you have practice first thing in the morning.

"You sure you're ok Unnie?" the youngest Miyeong asks as you walk towards your room. "I'm ok" you smile before giving her a big hug and heading inside.

You couldn't let the girls know how you really felt, how heavy you felt inside and not wanting to ruin the night because of your own relationship. As a leader, you suppress a lot of those feelings deep inside your chest. You needed to make sure that above everything, they came first, its somewhat like a parent role you had been taught from none other than the leader you fell in love with.

You decide to have a hot shower before putting on some comfortable pyjamas. As you slide into your crisp sheets, your phone pings with a notification. You take a look at the screen to see several congratulatory texts from friends and family and three missed calls from Junmyeon as well as a text requesting a call back.

You let air fill your lungs as you let out a long sigh, wondering if it was a good idea to call him whilst anger and hurt still clung to you. You let your curiosity of his behavior get the better of you as you press the call button on your screen.

“Jagi” a voice penetrates through the speakers. “Congrats on the win, how does it feel?” Suho asks nonchalantly. You couldn’t quite believe the nerve of him right now…did he not see the posts online, the constant stream of comments laughing at you.

You didn’t quite know how to respond, so you just replied flatly, “I’m about to go to sleep, can we talk another time?”. You didn’t mean for your voice to sound so taut, but you felt so betrayed at this moment and you could already tell that this conversation could lead to an argument, an argument you had no energy for.

“What’s wrong?” Suho asked, confusion thorned in his voice.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now Junmyeon…”

Silence fell on the phone, you never called him by his full name as you usually had a string of cute nicknames you called each other. It was obvious to him at this point you were angry at him.

“Well it’s obvious you’re mad at me, so why don’t you just tell me what’s wrong”

The nerve of this guy, you think to yourself. Is he really acting like he doesn’t know.

“Well maybe it’s because we finally won the award we had worked so hard for and instead of experiencing any joy, I was laughed at on stage and our Instagram page is filled with comments talking at how my boyfriend paid no attention when we won, but looked overjoyed for Red Velvet?”, you could barely recognise your own voice at this point.

Though you and Suho had, had several small arguments before, you never fully raised your voices with each other, which is probably why you felt slightly shocked at your own tone.

“Are you being serious right now?” He asks. “My manager came to advise that our car had broken down and they were looking at finding another vehicle to get us home”.

You find yourself scoffing his his excuse. Though you didn’t want to come off as a pick me type of girlfriend, this was a important moment for you and you wanted to know he supported you like you would for him.

“You’re telling me that your car situation couldn’t wait two minutes to see your girlfriend and her group win the award, yet when Irene was on stage you couldn’t look more supportive?” You questioned.

Jealously can be an ugly thing and Irene and the group had been nothing but nice to you, they were actually a group you all looked up to. You felt stupid even saying these words but you remembered Suho telling you once that he used to have a crush on Irene during his earlier days and somehow that had imprinted in your mind, even though he promised you his crush was short lived.

“Y/n, do you know how ridiculous you sound right now” he ridiculed. “You know we always cheer on the groups at our agency”

“Just not mine then? Is it our music, are we just not good enough for you?” you snapped back. You felt like he wasn’t listening to you and if he had just understood where you were coming from then you wouldn’t be as mad as you are. Instead he was choosing to be defensive which caused you to get your back up more. “Irene looked beautiful tonight, so I am not surprised you cheered her on, I’m sure you would prefer to be with her anyway” you continued to jibe and though you knew you didn’t really mean it, you felt so upset at how he didn’t understand how this made you feel.

“You’re right, I would much prefer to be with Irene, she wouldn’t act so childish over something like this” he sneered back.

You quickly tried to hold back the sob that had composed itself in your throat and held the phone away from your ear. The tears that had been lightly clinging to your eyelashes now fell down your face like rain. You were his second choice, he wanted her first and settled for you. The thought itself made your heart ache. You could just make out the sound of your name being called through the phone line and you pressed to hang up the call and cocooned yourself into your covers so no one could hear your cries.

You lay there for what felt like hours though it had only been thirty minutes just staring at the ceiling. The tears were still streaking down your cheeks but you no longer made any sound and chose to lay there in silence with thoughts rattling around your head. A light knock on the door didn’t even pull you from your state as a figure appears in the room.

“Baby?” a voice whispers in the dimly lit room, “Miyeong let me in” he speaks again trying to adjust his eyes to the light to find you.

“Please just go” you responded faintly not wanting him to see you in this state.

He soon rushes over to your side and switches your bedside lamp on to get a better view of your face and once he does his heart breaks. Your eyes are puffy from crying and your hair clings to your face from the wetness of your tears.

“Oh baby” he says placing himself next to you on the bed and pulling you into his chest.

After everything he had said, you should be pushing him away, but his scent that you love so much still manages to penetrate your semi blocked nose and causes you to press yourself closer to him.

“I didn’t mean what I said” he starts up, “I’m an idiot and I never meant a single word of it. I should of been there for you and cheered you on and I never ever want you to think that I would choose anyone else but you, y/n I can’t even put into words how much you mean to me”.

You look up through your eyelashes to see the sincerity on his face and the worry plastered across his expression. “Really?” you ask, wanting more reassurance.

“Yes my love, you are the only one I want and I promise you that I won’t ever make you feel like that again. I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I am of you. You and the girls deserved this award more than anyone” he smiles down at you.

He raises his hand to caress your cheek and brings his lips to yours, making you melt into him. You could tell he was sincere, he’s not the type of person to mess with someone’s feelings. Though you will have tough days and everything may feel like it’s sitting on your shoulders, you know that you will get through it together because love concurs all.

That was what it took for your tears to fall, you moved the phone away from your ear shocked at your boyfriends statement. After everything you had been through, you really were never going to be his first choice. You could hear him calling out your name on the phone before you hung up, unable to speak to him any longer.

“So that moment was more important than your girlfriends first award?” You question, completely shocked at his poor excuse

The words spew from your mouth

[immaturegzb]

masterlists

mix of my favorite angsty, smutty, fluffy fanfics/smau's

MDNI - most of these recs are nsfw

a-angst, s-smut/suggestive, c-comfort, f-fluff, h-hurt, m-mature

~kpop:

bts, exo, svt

jungkook / pt2 (my man, my man, my man)

smau/fake text

~criminal minds:

dr. spencer reid pt2 pt3 pt4

aaron hotchner

~tv series

HotD

Bridgerton

9-1-1

[malimaywrite]

about me ✩

hello, hello my name is malika (she/her & an adult). a caregiver and aspiring author. i'm back on tumblr after a decade away (and a few years of burnout) to carve out a tiny, quiet corner here to document my writing journey and follow along with others' own journeys too.

my writing ✩

high fantasy (for teens & adults) remains my first love and i adore the kind that dips its toes into other genres as well (from epic fantasies with just a hint of romance to full blown mysteries that just so happen to take place in a fantastical setting). you're sure to find elements like morally gray characters on all sides of the conflict, enemies-to-[insert anything tbh], twists on classic fantasy tropes, friends-to-lovers, characters fighting like hell for their happy ending (or just a bittersweet one), friends-to-enemies, angsty angst, and analysis on the corruption of power and the pursuit of it in different forms all up in my work at different points as those are the things i love to read about too. i have completed manuscripts and have even queried two of them in the past (ages ago lol). i am currently in the trenches midst of a rewrite for a ya fantasy that i will be pursuing traditional publication with.

misc. interests ✩

i have an intense unfulfilled wanderlust lol and will have pictures of travels to share one day. i looove movies (films, ~the cinema lol) and will ramble at length about them given any chance (started a youtube channel to do so and to eventually discuss books & vlog my writing journey there as well). i will be very annoying during oscar season lol. i am a top chef & masterchef connoisseur despite occasionally burning premade bagels. hozier should be in the acknowledgments of everything i write. i am very much into interactive fiction (which is part of why i came back to tumblr). my favorites rn are wayfarer, infamous, when twilight strikes, and fields of asphodel. i have not been able to completely shake off my years-long kpop appreciation (taemin, nct 127, shinee, twice, nct dream, exo, bts). and i spend too much time on youtube in general (creators i watch the most: author liselle sambury, author lindsay puckett, withcindy, kennie jd, princess weekes, danny gonzalez, redacted audio, toonrifictariq, and j aubrey)

links ✩

about me | writings | youtube (movie talks on hiatus for sag/aftra strike)