#Food ordering app in flutter

[oceantornadoo]

dubcon, objectification, forced (?) threesome, f!reader

they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

ghost finds you ten months after your divorce, nursing a drink in a shithole of a pub. he doesn’t consider himself a good man, licking the tears on your cheeks when he fucks you for the first time, ignoring your whines of how “it’s been a while” and you’re “too tight.” he doesn’t like to keep birds around longer than a night, but something about how you wrap your leg around him in the morning makes him stay a little longer.

he lets you call him simon after you whine that you “can’t fuck him without knowing his name.” it takes a bit, but you get used to sleeping with someone who isn’t your ex-husband. he calls you bird instead of sweetheart, love instead of darling and after a while, the word honey loses its significance. when simon tells you he’s military, you try to leave his bed, only for him to pull you by the thigh, apologizing with his tongue in your cunt. simon doesn’t date and you aren’t ready for it, content to stay in your respective apartments, living for his occasional half-smiles and usual gruff admonishments. its a bit new to simon - he’s used his camera app more in the past weeks than he has in years. always pictures of you: his cum on your tits, the bruises he leaves on your hips, a rare photo of you sleeping. he even lets you corral him into taking a cheesy mirror picture, his arms dwarfing your waist with his face tucked into your neck, your jawline exposed as you turn to kiss his cheek.

it’s two months later when you promise to cook him a meal for the first time, a sunday roast he hasn’t tasted in years. “better not take too long, bird, ‘m starvin’.” simon murmurs in your ear, hands squeezing your stomach and waist as you fumble with your keys. “i’ve had it slow cooking before i left for yours last night. it’ll put us in a food coma.” you finally put the key in the lock, turning it with force before simon decides to fuck you against the door. he dips to bite your neck, sending you into your apartment giggling, swatting him off you. the weight of your divorce is finally off your shoulders, happy butterflies fluttering in your stomach formed by simon’s continuous presence.

the butterflies die when you see a familiar pair of boots at your door.

“stay here.” you order simon, a change from your usual dynamic. you can’t focus on his reaction, set on edge by the sounds of pots clanging in your kitchen. there’s no point in creeping - he knows you’re here. you turn the corner and there he is - your ex husband. “you’re just in time, sweetheart. nice ‘f you to make a roast.”

john’s standing there like he owns the place, like he knows this kitchen he’s never been in. he’s boiling potatoes on the stove, keeping an eye on the slow cooker timer. he’s even poured himself a fucking drink, a scotch he had to have brought since all you have is wine and simon’s whiskey. all smug and entitled in his civvies, commanding the room like he pays your rent. he's still as handsome as ever, darker eye bags the only indication he's been losing sleep.

“what the fuck are you doing here, john?” john doesn’t answer immediately, instead using a fork to test the potatoes. satisfied, he takes them off the burner and turns to the sink, dumping them out in a prepared strainer. “‘s our anniversary, sweetheart. thought that’s why you made the food.” you can sense simon still in the doorway, his presence unknown to your ex. it gives you strength, a guard dog at your back, and comfort that he’s letting you run this on your own. “our anniversary ended when we signed the papers. i don’t know how you got in here, but you need to leave.” he frowns at you and it almost tugs at your heart strings. your brain conjures images of his coldness and constant distance, and you shut that down real fast. unfortunately, he doesn’t get the memo. john takes a step closer, hands up like he’s approaching a wild animal. “honey, i-“ and that’s when ghost steps out of the darkness.

there’s a long pause. it boosts your ego a bit, showing john you’ve moved on, until the silence is so long that you start to worry. you chance a look at simon’s face and find it confused, not at all the guard dog you thought he was. a glance at john’s reveals the same. you’re about to ask your question when they answer it for you. “captain.” “lieutenant.” “what?”

the transformation happens in an instant. both men straighten to their full heights, wiping any emotion off their faces. their brows furrow as they flex their hands to control their instincts. how could you not see it before? simon only mentioned he was military, but the stamp of the SAS is clear as day. it was in the harsh lines he carried, a companionship with death, not unlike the one john had.

john started first, of course, always having to take control of the situation. “you fuckin’ my lieutenant, sweetheart? miss me that much?” you rolled your eyes at his cruel words, inching closer to simon. “whatever we do doesn’t concern you.” you emphasized the “you”, spitting it out with venom. john hums low, making you nervous. you turn to simon, but he's quiet and calculating, communicating silently with his captain.

"didn't know you had a wife, sir." you answer before john can. "we divorced a year ago." john chimes in. "to the day, actually. she served me on our anniversary." simon looks down at you, the man you thought you knew now gone. his eyes are black pits, targeting you like you're prey. "that's cruel, bird." you sputter, backing into the kitchen cabinets. you walk until your back hits the sink, each man on either side of you. john has his arms crossed and head cocked to the side, like you're about to get chewed out by the school principal. simon looks...no longer human. unrestrained. whatever spark you two had has gone out, replaced by sheer loyalty to his captain. "show the captain what he's been missin', love. y've been starvin' him." he moves at lightning speed, picking you up and dropping you on the island counter, sunday roast long forgotten.

"simon?" he doesn't answer, scarred hands squeezing up and down your body as john watches from behind him, arms crossed and eyes searching. your mind is telling you one thing but your body wants another. some twisted part of your brain reminds you that john came to visit on your anniversary, even though you threw him out a year ago. simon's no better, coaxing your sweater off your torso, leaving you exposed in a lacy bra. your nipples harden and john sees, making a clicking noise with his tongue. "warm 'er up, lieutenant." simon obeys instantly, pulling down the cup of your bra to suck on your nipple. he's ravenous, no sunday roast in sight, and he's decided you're his meal instead. he sucks hard, a calloused hand reaching up to pull your other tit out so you're fully exposed to your two men. he squeezes it with reverence, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sucks hard on the other one, not minding his own teeth.

it's dirty - watching john watch you. you hadn't fucked in the last months before the divorce. he was always too busy, on base or deployed, and you were so angry you couldn't let him near you. now, your ex-husband moves closer, taking in the sight of his lieutenant feasting. "miss me, sweetheart?" you shake your head on instinct. he sighs at your attitude. you're seated on the corner of the island, perfect for john to come up on your side, one large paw making its way towards your jaw, turning you towards him. "say it." you shake your head again. john sticks a thumb into your mouth, pushing against your teeth. you try to force him out, but simon bites your tit, making you gasp and let john in anyways. you suck his thumb defiantly, gazing at him with all the emotions you can't convey.

you look so pretty like this, john decides. laid out for his lieutenant, taking his orders as well as your emotions will allow. he decides to forgive you for your indiscretions with ghost - at least it was with one of his own men. they're practically an extension of himself. john hooks his thumb into the gap between your tongue and teeth and pulls, forcing you right into his space. "i reckon your cunt's nice an' wet, though. should i check? know she's missed me even if you won't admit it." your eyes go wide, giving him an answer he already knew. simon follows orders well, manhandling you into position by yanking off your jeans. there's a wet spot on the light fabric of your underwear. john can practically see your cunt clinging to it, begging for him to say hello.

"want ya to take 'em off y'self, bird." simon's finally speaking, the glaze in his eyes fading. he looks at you, then his captain, and it makes sense. how you're used to being led but refuse it all the same. how you're desperate for affection but won't date him because he's military. you're scarred from the chains of your marriage, so it only makes sense that he's the one you seek out - the opposite of husband material. more dog than human on his worst days. simon stares at you until you follow his command, meekly lifting up your hips as you take off your underwear. your cunt is sopping, in a way it only does when you’re ovulating, practically begging for it. your ex-husband whistles through his teeth like he’s praising a recruit. “knew she’d be happy to see me. hullo, darling.” you can’t find it in you to cringe. john starts running his fingers through your folds, inspecting, and all you can do is stare. stare at the veins in his forearm. stare at simon behind him, eyes trained on his captain’s movements. stare at the counter where your juices start to gather and wonder how the hell you got into this situation.

“pinch ‘er tit an’ watch ‘er flutter.” simon’s callous with his instructions but john follows them anyway, his unoccupied hand reaching up to pinch your nipple. you can’t help the gasp that escapes you, the way your cunt flutters around john’s fingers. he hums thoughtfully. john decides you’ve been good, if not a bit quiet, and presses his thumb against your clit as a reward. he starts rubbing in that pattern that would get you off without fail during your marriage. he fits one finger into you easily as you grip the counter hard, the sudden sensation overwhelming. simon peers over his shoulder like a fucking scientist. “‘f she gets bratty, i pull back the hood til she screams.” like your cunt’s a machine and they have the two pieces of its manual. john’s movements are making you desperate, hips starting to buck against his fingers. he chuckles and adds another, not hiding a smile when you sigh in relief. simon’s hands come to your waist, helping you fuck yourself on price’s fingers. it feels so wrong, having them barely listen to your pleas, and yet being under their watch is the most right you’ve ever felt in your life. that’s what brings your orgasm - not john’s thick fingers on your cunt, his rough thumb in your clit - but two sets of hungry eyes on you, like you’re their last meal. john fucks you through your orgasm, simon not letting you out of his grasp until tears start to form, the embarrassment of your own wetness coming to the front of your mind. john slowly removes his fingers and brings them to simon’s mouth to taste, not satisfied until his lieutenant hums in agreement. the two men turn to you, naked save for your disheveled bra around your waist, somehow making the scene more depraved.

“‘ow ‘bout that roast, love?” simon murmurs gruffly.

good thing john never signed the divorce papers.

[seoltzuki]

Persona

jihyo x gn reader

fluff, very unserious, suggestive (kinda), not proofread

wannabe player jihyo

You know it’s not the smartest idea, but it feels like it’s the only option to shake things up.

Nayeon’s been urging you all evening, saying, "Just get on a dating app, y/n. It’s easier to find someone who wants to hook up on there. And better yet, with no strings attached since you’re so allergic to falling in love and settling down."

You huffed and rolled your eyes. No need for her to be so… brutally honest. And so caved in. You downloaded the app and started scrolling through it. You swiped on pretty faces, ignoring those seeking long-term relationships, until one profile grabbed your attention.

Despite its douchy and fuckboy-ish vibe, you couldn’t help but be drawn to this person’s profile.

Jihyo.

Her photos showcased her with well-defined abs glistening under gym lights, another captured her in full hockey gear, while another showed her casually sporting a backward cap, adding a touch of laid-back douchiness.

Let’s not talk about her bio, which ew by the way… You cringed as you read it,

6’1 when I stand on my money.

ps: my couch pulls out, but I don’t when I’m strapped up👅💦

You gag at this but still swipe right. It’s clear she’s looking for the same casual fun as you are. And as expected, you both match, confirming your mutual interest in a no-strings-attached connection.

You begin texting Jihyo, and the conversations quickly become flirty, bordering on explicit. This back-and-forth continues for a week until Jihyo takes the initiative to set up a date to meet in person.

She suggests grabbing a quick bite at a fast food joint near her place. You find the idea crass and somewhat unappealing; after all, why bother with a lame meal when you could just head straight to her place for some action?

Nonetheless, you agree. Jihyo manages to sway you with another teasing message: “You’ll need energy if you wanna keep up with me, angel ;)”

The day arrives, and despite knowing it’s just a one-time thing, you find yourself oddly excited. You debate whether it’s worth dressing up for the occasion, knowing you’ll likely never see her again after tonight, but you make the effort anyway.

As you commute to the shitty fast food joint, a text from Jihyo pops up: “hey! I’m already here. I’m gonna be waiting for you at the bus stop, no rush :)”

You frown at first, but then a small smile creeps onto your face. It’s strange to receive such a normal and sweet text from her.

You feel a flutter in your stomach, but you quickly dismiss it. This is just a one-time thing, you remind yourself, as you gather your things to to hop off the bus.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, you glance around, expecting to spot Jihyo. However, she’s nowhere in sight until you hear your name being called. You look past the man who was hiding Jihyo, and as she steps forward, you realize she’s even shorter than you had imagined.

"I hope the ride here wasn’t too bad. Ready to eat?" She smiles wide, and you can't help but notice how much cuter she is in person than you had imagined.

You nod, following her into the restaurant. She walks with a pep in her step, and you can't help but admire how cute she looks in her baggy jeans, oversized shirt, and that damn backward hat. It's nothing like the pictures she had on her profile.

A cutie.

She orders and pays for both of you, and you can't help but slip out, "You must be really rich then."

She frowns, her lower lip popping out in a pout. "I mean-" she starts to explain, but you cut her off, "your bio. 6'1 when I stand on my money, remember?" You tease, then casually munch on your fries.

Her eyebrows arch in surprise, and a blush tinges her cheeks. "Gosh, I forgot about that. I’m sorry, it’s-"

"You’re cute."

Her blush deepens, and she adjusts her hat, offering you a shy smile.

As the conversation flows, you find yourself enjoying Jihyo’s company more than you expected. Her easygoing nature and genuine laughter put you at ease, and you start to forget about the initial awkwardness of the situation.

You notice her little quirks—the way she looks incredibly angry when she takes a delicious bite of her hamburger, that big smile that makes her eyes almost disappear, the way she gives you her full attention when you speak… It’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the flutter in your stomach.

She then offers you to come over for some dessert, and you can't say no. After all, this is what you originally came for anyway.

The walk to her place is short, and when you arrive, you brace yourself for the typical "fuckboy" house—a mess, dishes piled in the sink, and a less-than-ideal bathroom. However, when she welcomes you inside, you're taken aback. The place is pristine and beautifully decorated. You start to wonder if her dating profile was all just a facade.

You prepare yourself for the "dessert" as she instruct you to get comfortable. Taking a seat on the couch, you anticipate what's to come, but to your surprise, she returns with a tray to the coffee table in the center of the living room. The tray has an array of treats—brownies, cookies, and mochi—and hold up, are they homemade too!?

"I’ve made them for you! For tonight! Have a taste!" She says with pride, her smile wide and chest puffed out.

You take a cookie and bite into it, moaning at the delicious taste. It's so good that you kind of want to murder her for being such a good baker, but also for messing up your flow.

You guys should’ve been in bed by now.

She flops beside you, still smiling. “It’s so good,” you remark, savouring the last bite of the cookie.

“Yeah? I’m glad you like it, wasn’t sure what you were gonna be into,” she says, her eyes fixed on you.

As you meet her gaze, you sink further into the cozy couch. She removes her hat, allowing her curls to cascade, and you're taken aback by her beauty.

She runs her fingers through her hair before settling in, her arm draped over the back of the couch, hand supporting her chin. She continues to watch you, and you feel your cheeks flush under her gaze.

"I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you how beautiful you are, y/n," Jihyo says softly, her eyes scanning your face.

She bites the inside of her cheek and briefly lets her eyes drift down to take you all in. You smile shyly, noticing the subtle shift in her demeanor. Perhaps the "fuckboy" from her profile is finally making an appearance now.

Your hands sink into her sofa, and you hum, "This isn’t a pull out couch."

Jihyo’s eyes linger on yours, a teasing glint dancing in them.

"Never owned a pull out couch," she responds, her tone low and suggestive, "but I do have the strap."

You roll your eyes, but the shiver that runs down your spine betrays your true feelings. She smiles softly again, her gaze locked with yours as you edge closer to her.

"You're too crude, Jihyo. It’s not charming," you tease, allowing your fingers to trace a pattern along her arm, the tension between you growing.

"I may be crude, but hey, having a pretty person right beside me makes up for it, don't you think?" she whispers, edging closer. Her breath grazes your lips, igniting a surge of excitement within you.

And then, with a delicate touch, her lips meet yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The sensation is electric, your body melting into the moment as you get lost in the softness of her lips against yours.

A shared breath and she gives another kiss, deeper than the last. Her lips press against yours with a newfound urgency. You feel the softness of her touch as her hands slide to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer.

A soft moan escapes your lips in response to the sensation, and she pulls back, breathless, her eyes locking with yours as the intensity of the moment hangs in the air.

“Y/n,” she starts, her voice gentle as she takes a deep breath to steady herself, “I know we’re both into the one-night stand thing, but I think I like you more than I should. And I know you should’ve been on your third orgasm by now, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to sleep with you unless we go on, at least, two proper dates.”

You stare at her, surprised by her honesty. The air between you is charged with tension as you process her words. Despite the initial intentions of this encounter, you can’t deny the flutter of excitement in your chest at the thought of spending more time with her.

Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you reach out and gently cup her cheek, brushing your thumb against her skin. “Jihyo,” you say softly, “I feel the same way. I’d like that.”

A smile spreads across her face, relief evident in her eyes. “Really?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Really,” you confirm, leaning in to place a tender kiss on her lips. It’s a promise of what’s to come—a beginning rather than an end.

A relieved sigh escapes her lips as she leans back against the couch, holding your hand tightly.

“Let’s watch TV and finish the sweets?” she proposes, her voice tinged with shyness.

You smile warmly at her, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Sounds perfect,” you say, feeling a rush of affection for her. “But I need the backstory behind that insane dating profile of yours.”

Jihyo chuckles, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Oh, that,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “Well, you see, I had a phase where I was tired of all the boring conversations on dating apps. So, I decided to spice things up a bit and I may have gone a little overboard with the whole ‘fuckboy’ persona.”

You giggle, intrigued by her. “It definitely caught my attention,” you admit.

She smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, well, I may have exaggerated a bit,” she confesses. “But hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Definitely,” you agree, squeezing her hand affectionately. “But I’m glad to see the real you now.”

With a warm smile, Jihyo leans in closer, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. “Me too,” she whispers, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"However, I do give the best strap. No one can beat me to that and I mean it when I say I don’t pull out and-"

"Ew, you’re crude Jihyo!" you exclaim, playfully scolding her with a mock grimace.

Jihyo lets out a hearty laugh, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Hey, just keeping it real, sweetheart."

You may not be allergic to falling in love after all.

[dearmura]

strawberry seeds

☆ cw. fem-bodied reader, periods, reader is RLY sensitive, non-sexual baths (normalize this pls), not proofread

☆ pairings. bf! riki × f! reader

☆ genre. fluff, established relationship

☆ a.n. totally not making them have Mexican cuz I'm craving it...

with a sharp pain enveloping your lower abdomen, you painfully clutch onto the ice cold handle of the fridge, hissing at the feeling. you let out a deep breath to stop yourself from tearing up, utterly exhausted at the cramps you were experiencing. strangely enough, you always seemed to crave the sweet yet acidic taste of strawberries during that time of the month, explaining your out of the blue search for them now. barely gathering enough strength to pull the door open, you let out a sigh, eyes scanning the food items for a container of strawberries

as if the mood swings didn't add to your already sour mood, you feel yourself tear up subconsciously at the realization you'd run out of the sweet berries. you acknowledge the fact that you were most definitely being overdramatic but your oversensitivity prevented you from having a clear mind, allowing streaks of tears to roll down your cheeks

hearing your breath hitch and quiet sobs from the other room, riki's blood runs cold. immediately running in search of you, his eyes soften when they meet your bloodshot ones. sitting on the floor defeated, you look up at the boy with a pout, sniffing pitifully as he caresses your cheek

"what's wrong, angel?" he speaks softly as to not frighten you, bending down so he was just above your eye level, watching as you lean into his gentle touch

"w-we ran out of strawberries" you say between sniffs, looking up at the boy like a miserable child, only making him coo. seeing tears threatening to spill from your watery eyes, he cups your cheeks before pulling you into his warm embrace

"shhh shhh angel, angel, I've got you, beautiful" he whispers sweetly, catching onto your situation by your craving alone, knowing you all too well. your breathing slowly calms down, your once tense muscles relaxing at his soft touch

"that's a good girl~" he coos, sensing you were less tense. helping you up, he snakes a hand around your waist, supporting your weight as he led you to your room. sitting you against the headboard of your bed, he lays a blanket over you before disappearing for a moment, much to your dismay, coming back a few minutes later with a heat pack and his phone

pulling you onto his lap, he holds the heat pack against your abdomen, kissing down your neck softly to distract you from the pain

"how about I order us some strawberries from the market app? wouldn't want to leave my angel's side now would I?" his voice huskily whispers into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. you let your eyes flutter shut as you relish in the sweet attention he was giving you, the heat of the pack he gave you helping with the waves of cramps

for a while you lay like that

in his arms as he whispers sweet nothing into your ear

on a particularly painful wave of cramps, you wince a little, muscles tensing once more. instantly noticing your distress, he slips you off his lap, laying you down as he rests his head on your stomach, placing sweet kisses on your abdomen. you giggle at the ticklish sensation, completely forgetting about the pain which only seems to die down at his ministrations

he smiles warmly hearing your sweet laugh, feeling a strong sense of pride that he was the reason behind it. he lays his head on your stomach, lulled slowly by the sound of your heartbeat when suddenly a growl snaps him out of his drowsiness

he looks up with a smile, ready to tease you but refraining when remembering your sensitive state. seeing you tense for the nth time at the noise, he cups your cheek, placing a gentle kiss on your lips

"is my angel hungry?" he coos sweetly, caressing your cheek softly

"what do you say about ordering some mexican and having strawberries after? how does that sound princess?" he whispers, not forgetting to kiss just below your jaw at his last word. you nod with a smile, subconsciously leaning into his touch

about to get up, your heart drops as you feel yourself flow as you stand. looking down from where you sat, tears well in your eyes at the red stain left behind

"I-I'm so sorry, ki" you almost sob, pointing pitifully at the once white sheets now painted red. looking down at your shorts didn't help either, also stained red as you leaked right through

he only smiles, unaffected at what seemed like the end of the world to you. he almost laughs at how adorably dramatic you were being, cupping your cheek sweetly

"it's okay my love. it's natural" he reassures you, gingerly pulling the sheets from their place, bunching it together before holding it in his arms nonchalantly

"see? it's nothing, beautiful" he takes your hand, guiding you down the hall, throwing the sheets in the wash before leading you to the bathroom

hands hooking the waistband of your shorts, he looks up at you expectanly, waiting for your consent

"may I?" he asks softly. at your word, he slips off your clothes before running warm water into the bath. he flashes you a warm smile as he pours a little bit of bubble solution in the water, only making you roll your eyes playfully at his antics. though, you couldn't deny that his actions never failed to put a smile on your face

massaging some shampoo into your scalp, he sang softly as your eyes struggled to stay open

"you're my angel, angel baby, angel~" he watches you with heart eyes as he sings, making you blush uncontrollably. washing away the shampoo, his hands leave your scalp momentarily as he grabs a pair of his undergarments and a pad for you, wrapping a towel around your figure before helping slip them on

"arms up" he states softly before slipping one of his clean shirts over your head. you smile softly as you distinctly smell his sweet scent against your skin. stepping back at your figure, totally engulfed by the mere size of his clothing on you, he chuckles at how adorable you looked, pulling you into a warm hug

"so beautiful" he whispers softly, kissing your damp hair as he pulls your head to his chest, not caring that his shirt was probably all wet by now

"i love you angel...and your strawberry obsession" he giggles, looking into your eyes with pure adoration

how you hated to ruin the moment but you knew he practically asked for it

"I may have an obsession but at least I don't microwave them" you tease, only bringing a look of utter shock to his face. you only giggle mischievously

"oh you're gonna get it, pretty girl" you see his tongue poking from the inside of his cheek, feigning annoyance as he nearly pounces on you, chasing your figure down the hall as you just miss his outreached grasp

"you'll never catch me nishimura~" you add fuel to the fire, teasing him further

"nishimura? why are you calling me by my government name?" he shouts with both shock and amusement. catching up to you instantly, he envelops you in his arms, holding your waist as his lips come up to your ear, breath tickling the skin below

"if you want my last name that bad, you could've just said so angel" he whispers into your ear, about to kiss down your neck when the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of the grocery order, making you perk up

"saved by the strawberry!" you state matter-of-factly, only making him roll his eyes at the loss of contact

you were lucky he loved you

fin

a.n. had multiple asks regarding a period fic so I just combined them here. thank you for reading my loves ~

[mysteriesmuse]

MusicStudent Katsuki Bakugou who’s the same grade and is a member of the ensemble you’re in this semester. As a percussionist he has a lot of spare time in his hands in orchestra and even more at a fantastic vantage point. There’s the barrier of percussion instruments that separates them onto their own little world — the set up spanning across the entire back of the rehearsal room as they all fly back and forth past each other to get to their multiple part assignments. — he’s got a lot of accessory assignments for this semester; and the fact of holding claves, triangles, swiping chimes, and slamming car engines means he’s relatively on the move. However, it also means he’s not assigned to anything during part of rehearsal — that means he can leave early at times. Which coincidentally happens to align with some of the pieces that you’re not assigned on. Not that you couldn’t perform them, but rather there’s no need for you to be there since they cut down on parts for this one piece in particular. But when you are both playing Katsuki tends to rely on his sense of time as his gaze wanders from the conductor to your chair. As he sits in the throne behind the timpani he gets the perfect view of you and your side profile. The perfect spot to overhear your light chatter - to read your micro expressions - to see the way you’ve dressed and the way you slightly mark your music. Katsuki snickers at the way you make haste to make an accusing face at the trombone players for wrong notes or overblasting tone. Katsuki twitches when he hears you frack a note waiting for the flashes of second hand embarrassment to touch your ears, but you pout and sheepishly shrug it away the only tinges of red as tingly thing in his chest. Katsuki who watches you pout your lips and talk as you slather in chapstick during the break and crack open an electrolyte powder into your water bottle and shake it up as the start of every rehearsal.

And you cradle that water bottle with you out into the hallway when you’re not needed and the two of you stand outside in the hallway together — that’s where he learned what you like to eat and drink and how you liked your boba order. And it’s on one day where the schedule declares that you’re on duty for the entire rehearsal and he isn’t that he decides to talk a walk; opening his notes app to make sure he gets your order right, your favorite flavor. And he stops at the boba truck that’s permanently parked on the right side of campus every afternoon and orders you both one. Walking back with the spring sunshine on his face and a black baseball cap sporting the university logo on it with two bobas in hand. The sweet cool breeze mingle with the chill sugary boba on his lips. The jelly tapioca pearls a familiar serotonin inviting sensation in his mouth. The calloused skin on his fingertips getting damp with the condensation - except it’s all more than worth it when he greats you after rehearsal in the room. Katsuki catches you as your packing up a red eye watching your form as the everything gets packed away into the gig bag. He waits until you’re ready and have turned for the door that he calls for you, “Oi’ I got you something,” shaking the second boba in the air. The slow and steady tortoise like walk you has speeds up as you dodge the playful fleeting fist bumps and voices of your cello and trombone friends. You flutter to a halt in the middle of the hallway. “No way, thank you ‘tsuki!”

He grins with a shrug, “You were talking about it before rehearsal and I had some off-time today. S’ no biggy.” The grin you have and the contact of your grabby hands against his has him laughing as you place your lips around the straw like a toddler. “I know you’re a purest about the instrument food thing.” After your enthuastic sip he adds, “Wanna pack up and walk around campus for a while to enjoy these?” He notes you’re dressed for it. In your cute tank top and breezy collared crochet button shirt — you worked on it all last semester and have been loathe to be found without it now that the real nice spring weather has arrived. “Yeah totally, let me put this away first and we can go!” And Katsuki watches you disappear for a few minute before you reappear and playfully knock shoulders with him as he holds the door open for you on the way out into the glorious March sunshine.

[rosiestalez]

Caught

Content 18+, minors will be banned

Warnings: Smut, degradation, unprotected sex, maybe an age gap, 26 year old Nightwing and 20 year old main character. Edging slightly, bad grammar and punctuation.

Summary: Dick is back in town paying a visit before school starts. He spots something interesting on your phone from the beloved blog app we have.

It has been a long week, all you wanted to do was sleep for an undetermined amount of time. Unfortunately, due to your college courses starting soon, you only had one day to prepare. You spent your summer working, crying, and drinking; something that a lot of college students do.

The sun creeps through the trippy tapestry that covers your window. Your eyes flutter open as the soft glow of 7am softly burns the sleep out of your eyes. You lay there silently for a second before Turing off your pink noise in spotify, the first 20-30 minutes of your morning is spent on Reddit; you went on a social media cleanse and only kept Reddit for “news”, but you mostly use it to keep up with r/Gothamcitybatmansightings.

You muster up the courage to get out of the plush bed your feet land on the soft carpet and you let out the biggest stretch you’ve been holding in all night. “Right well time to begin my last day of summer break”, you sigh to yourself. With that you waltz to your bathroom and begin your “day before school regimen” that you’ve had since your senior year of high-school when you met your first bottle of self tanner.

After your shower you make some coffee while letting your tanner dry. Your phone rings, you lift it to see the screen, ‘Babybat 🦇💙”.

“Hey! Good morning Richard !”,you cheer. You hate the name Dick so you decided to call him his legal name, except during sex when you let your pathetic moans do all the talking for you.

“Good morning beautiful, it’s good to hear your voice, although Richard just doesn’t flow off your tongue beautifully.” He chuckles over the phone. You simply roll your eyes, and pour your French vanilla creamer into your coffee. “Wayne and I just got back from Metropolis, so I’m bored. I know you’re busy getting your school things in order. I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time together?” He asks, you take a sip of your fresh coffee. You smile, at the thought of hanging out with him because you know what this entails; really good sex, endless pampering, and food.

“Yeah totally! I just have to put some clothes on so give me a call when you are close.” You say with excitement lining your voice.

“No clothes?” He smirks through the phone. “Stay that way I’ll be there soon, I want you on your bed waiting for me like a good girl.” You gasp, but this isn’t surprising. Your heart beat flutters down to your pussy. “Bye princess.”The line goes dead.

You down the rest of your coffee, and walk off back to your room, you slip off your robe and lay down on your bed, you have exactly 5 minutes to get into the mood to take Grayson’s cock. You scroll on tumblr reading fics about him, it’s insane how everyone is so accurate about his size, stamina, and sex positions. Your legs squeeze together in anticipation for him wet seeping from your hole, resisting the urge to touch your pussy.

Scratch that you have two minutes before he’s walking into your house. There he is in the doorway, his tall frame. He licks his lips with anticipation seeing you there vulnerable in-front of him. “God you’re such a good fucking girl.” He strips his uniform as he makes his way to your bed. “That’s what I like about you, you listen to everything I say. You do everything I ask because you’re a slut. Aren’t you?” His voice gets dark, only something you hear after a stressful mission, or when the bat family is getting to him. He comes to you for comfort and peace so it makes you wonder what happened on this trip, you see scratches on his chest that you aim to nurse back to health after he rearranges your delicate body.

“Yes sir.” Your voice shaky. He crawls on top of you, hovering your small frame. He leans in for a kiss, his kiss is deep and soft. Something you missed while he was gone, his tongue slips into your mouth fighting yours. He smiles into the kiss due to his win and pulls away. He notices your phone, open to the smutty fic you were reading before he walked in. His dick twitches against your bare thigh, the only barrier being his soft briefs.

“What is this?” His eyebrow cocks. He snatches the phone out your hand. “Dick slams into my hole, his thick cock stretching me. He tightens the leash around my neck with each stroke.” He reads aloud, your face burns, you could die right here just out of embarrassment. “Wow, you read about me?” He questions, “you read nasty things about me while I’m gone?” He follows. You just nod, no words can escape your mouth at the moment. “Well I didn’t know you liked to be collared.” He adds.

“I’m sorry, I missed you so much. You were gone for too long, and I needed you.” You explained softly. All he does is chuckle. He gets off of the bed and walks over to “the drawer”. He grabs a toy and a pair of cuffs.

“I don’t have anything to collar you with, but I will choke you until you’re dazed.” You squirm waiting for his cock to fill you.

“I’ll take that as a yes, I love when you’re a needy bitch for me. It turns me on so much.” *click* one side of the handcuff around your wrist, *click* one around your other. You can’t move your arms, they’re chained to your iron bed frame. Your breath is uneven, the flutter in your wet pussy getting faster. “Look at you, so pathetic.” He takes out his phone and flashes a picture of you. “I’m gonna use this later.” His dark smirk turned into a tooth filled grinned. *Buzzz* the toy turns on, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard you won’t need to read those.” He dances the toy along your thighs, up your body to your exposed breasts, circling it on your soft nipples, smiling as they begin to erect at the vibration. “Tell me what you want?” He whispers in your ear before kissing your pulse point. You push his hands down to your dripping center. “No darling, you have to use your words. Remember?” His arm resisting your pushes.

“I want it, I want you.” You moan.

“Where, be specific baby girl?” He looks at your cock drunk eyes.

“I want it on my puss-FUCK!” He places the vibrator on your sensitive clit before you could finish your sentence. Causing a pulse of pleasure and shock.

“Sorry did I scare you?” He asks sarcastically. “I knew you wanted it, I just wanted to have some fun.” He chuckles, but to your dissatisfaction he removes the toy from your clit. You let out a whine, “why the fuck are whining? You’re going to get what you need.” Darkness filling with voice again. “God why are you so pathetic!”

“I’m sorry Grayson.” You slightly tug at the cuffs, lift your hips up against his thigh to get some relief from the tension in your cunt. He pushes your hips down with force glaring at you; you’ve done it now you’re going to get what you want, but on his terms.

“Oh you shouldn’t have done that.” He says exactly what you’re thinking. He pulls down his briefs, his thick cock slapping against his stomach. “Look at what you do to me.” Your pussy drips and mouth waters when he point to his delicious cock. “I’m gonna use you today.” He leans over your cunt, spitting into your dripping hole. “Every- FUUUCCK- inch of you”, he shutters as he slides in. The first entrance is always the best. Your back arches at the feeling of being filled, and a small moan escapes your lips, “Shut up”, he slides out completely, and slams back in to the hilt of his cock. There’s pain and pleasure and a whine forces its way from your mouth again.

“That’s my girl, taking it all. I know you can do it.” He coos, his hand finds his way to your neck while the other supports his. “Take it all baby.” He picks up the toy, his grip tightens, he rises up placing you legs on his shoulders for stability as he places the toy on your even mores swollen clit. Your eyes begin to roll back as the feeling of being filled and stimulated. “S’beautiful”, he grunts. His pace gets quicker his hips snapping against you and his grip tightening around your neck. You can’t moan, can’t think, can’t speak. He pound into you, groaning and speaking nasty things, the toy rubs against you. You feel something boiling in your core, and pulsing in your pussy.

“I’m-“, you gasp for air, his grip unrelenting, “I’m gonna cum Rich!” His movement stops, he leaves your center and pulls the toy away from you. You look up at him with confusing.

“No you’re not, not yet.” He chuckles, he moves to hover over your face. “Taste yourself, open up.” He taps your cheek, you do as your told opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as welcome to his cock. You gag as he reaches the back of your throat. You bob your head, his hand tangles into your hair, but is quickly removed when he feels the tracks of your expression, “s-sorry baby.” You try to smile, but it’s hard when there’s 6.5 inches in your mouth right now. He matches your pace, but his pace quickens and tears brim your eyes. “That’s my good gi-“ he shutters and a deep growl like moan escapes his lips. His cum fills your mouth. He pants, “I wanna see, open your mouth.” He pulls his cock out from your mouth, you stick your tongue out showing his excitement. “Good girl now swallow, look at me while you do it, nasty bitch.” You do as you’re told looking up in his eyes as you choke down his fluid. He really needs to drink more water. “You’re beautiful, so desperate to reach your end”, he cups your face and smiles. He reaches up to unhook the cuffs from your wrists. “Show me what you do to yourself while reading these things. Do you use your toy or your beautiful fingers?” He questions with his hands playing with your still erect nipples.

“Both”, you muster out, he smirks. He guide your hands down to your core as he assists you making soft circles along your clit. You moan arching you back to get more from the hand movements that are being created.

“Oh that’s a good girl. I bet you’re thinking of me? How good I feel inside of you.” You moan you eyes flutter close savoring the movements. “That’s such a good girl”, he removes his hands letting you take the show. He watches your body, your movements. In his eyes this is as close to heaven as he could ever get. “You’re so beautiful, can you cum for me?” He cups your face placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Your tummy coils, your pace quickens as you reach your end. The Euphoria rushes over you leaving you dazed and sleepy. “Good job baby.” He coos. Your legs clench around your hand as you work your way through you self inflicted high. You move your hand away from your pussy to reach out to his messy black hair and pull him in for one more kiss.

“Thank you Grayson.” You smile, “I missed you so much. I really wanted to see you before I start school tomorrow.” You add. He shifts in the bed finding something to clean your juices up with.

“ I know my love, it took a lot of convincing Bruce to let me come back early to give you a proper send off”, he winks wiping you down with an old towel. He tosses it to the side when done, and lays down next to you stroking circles onto your back.

You shift over to be facing him on the bed, “what happened?” You ask cupping his face in your hands. He just sighs and hugs you close.

[poraphia]

Halloooo ^^ ..

I read a lot of ur stories and now Im in love with fictions :3 (might need therapy cuz of it but nvm that)

U an amazing writer <3

(Im pretty new to Tumblr so extremely sorry if this ends up where it shouldnt be or smth like that lol)

But anywaaay , Can I pls request a Wilbur Soot angst fic :D ?

Im going thru THAT phase rn so anything would be awsome really ..

Maybe a fight (unintentionally) breaks out between Wilby and reader and Wilby accidentally raises his voice and reader gets scared ? I know its a cheesy story and people might'a written before but I barely find Wilbur angst fics anymore :(((

Anyway , Thank u so much .. U dont have to write any of this if ur uncomfortable .. Hope ur doing okay :> .. Take care n' bye :D

"You’re Being Too Loud."

➵ PAIRING! cc!stressed!wilbur x stressed!reader

➵ CREATING! 10.12.23 | 1444 words

➵ CONTAINING! angst to comfort, wilbur is ignoring reader, reader lowkey has attachment issues, reader sensitive to loud noises, wilbs is overworked

➵ SAYING! hiii @toastyliltoasts41 welcome to tumblr! sorry for the late late response but i hope you enjoy :) personally going thru this myself especially w so much work ive been doing recently and also im noise sensitive (literally walk around with noise canceling headphones all the time). thank u for all the nice words!

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I slipped off my shoes and placed them near the doorstep. My socks glided against the furnished planks as I slid to our shared office. I dragged my backpack behind me, feeling the weight of my laptop, notebooks, and textbooks. Once I made it to the room, I placed my bag on the chair and unpacked all my belongings onto my desk.

Today was too exhausting, and the one thing I dreaded doing right now was to open my laptop and be faced with more work. Instead of taking my laptop with me, I grabbed my phone and dragged myself out of the office and into the bedroom.

After changing into my loungewear, I snuggled myself into silk sheets, shivering a little from the cold fabric wrapping around my body. Ignoring the chill, I held up my phone with both of my hands and swiped open the messaging app to text my boyfriend. I glanced at the past messages, realizing that Wil hasn’t responded to any of my messages from this afternoon. The last time he texted was this morning when was telling me what time he would come home. Sighing, I typed in another message in hopes that this time he would respond.

“Hey, I’m home now. Too tired to cook food today. Let’s order something when you get home? <3”

I clicked send before clicking off my phone and placing it on the nightstand. My eyes fluttered close, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the sound of footsteps clicking against the ground. With my hands I pushed my body up to examine the noise. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar tall figure headed toward the office. A small smile formed on my face as I carefully got out of bed.

My bare freet pressed against the cream colored carpet. I wandered around the hallway before finding the office door slightly ajar. Through the crack I saw Wil hunched over his computer. His sweater’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his fingers hastily clicked against his keyboard. Quietly, I approached him from behind, throwing my arms around his shoulders and hugging him close.

Wil quietly hummed in response. I titled my head, pecking his cheek, but he didn’t react and instead his eyes stayed glue to his screen. My eyebrows slightly furrowed, but nonetheless, I continued hugging him.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I mumbled in a croaky voice.

“Hey,” he replied blankly.

“Did you see my texts earlier today?”

“Uh huh,” He said absently. “I saw the message after I ate though. Sorry.”

I felt my chest tighten a little, hurting at his absence. All I wanted in the moment was a hug and a conversation about each other’s day, but instead, he was absorbed in his work and couldn’t even make the effort to look at me.

“Wil, can we talk?” I asked.

He slightly shook his head. “No, not right now, honey. This video has to be out by tomorrow and one of our editors hasn’t been feeling well so I took up the work.” He explained briefly.

“But you’re already busy working at the studio…” I mumbled.

“I know, but I can finish this up by tonight. Just give me some time, please.” He requested. My heart skipped a little, feeling like a dog that had been put aside for a brand new puppy.

“Wil, you haven’t talked to me all day. Could we at least just have dinner together?” I nearly pleaded.

“I already said I just ate, (y/n).” Wil said rather sternly. “Please can I just finish my work?”

“But I want to spend time with you.” I said, speaking up a little bit. I unwrapped my hands away from him and stepped back a little. He turned his chair a little to face me with one of his hands still on the keyboard. He looked up at me, a stressed but furrowed expression on his face. I wrapped my arms around myself, hugging my own chest.

“I want to spend time with you but you’re basically prioritizing this work over me.” I said again. “I understand that sometimes you have too much work. I understand that. But we haven’t been spending time with each other for the past few days and it’s driving me crazy. I just want to relax with you, Wil.” I bit the insides of my cheek. Wil, in turn, sighed and rubbed his nosebridge.

“I’m not prioritizing work over you, (y/n), I’ve just been busy lately and this argument is just stressing me out even more.” His words were spat out like venom.

“Which is why I’m asking that we just spend time together! This isn’t just for me, but it’s for you too.” I threw my hands up, frustrated. “Wilbur, we can relax together! You’re acting like this isn’t stressing me out either!”

Wil got up from his seat now. His tall figure nearly towered over me, making me slightly cower. “I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING RELAX RIGHT NOW, (Y/N)! I HAVE SHIT TO DO!”

I stepped back, nearly stumbling. Without realizing, tears were running down my burning hot cheeks. The air went cold and I felt this hallowing emptiness surrounding me. A ringing was bouncing in my eardrums and goosebumps ran through my arms and legs. He looked down at me, eyes wide as if he just realized what words escaped his lips. Before he could say a word, I walked out of the office and back into bed, slamming the door behind me.

I jumped into the mattress and buried my face deep under the sheets. I quietly sobbed into the fabric, not caring for the tears darkening the silk. It didn’t take but a couple minutes later to hear the creaking of the door and soft footsteps approaching the bed. I lied still under the covers as I felt the mattress dip from a newfound weight.

Wil sat there for a while. His knee shook a little, making a tiny thumping noise against the floor. I was turned away from him with his lower back lightly pressing against the heel of my foot.

“(y/n)..?” He softly called out for me. “Are you awake..?”

I shifted a little, moving my foot away from him to let him know I was listening. He sighed with his leg coming to a stop.

“(y/n), I’m sorry. I—I’ve just been really stressed, but that gives me no right to start yelling at you. And me being really busy has been taking away the time with you.” He paused a little bit, presumably licking his lips. I still didn’t have the courage to move. Instead I laid still, not daring to move. “I’m really sorry, (y/n).” He apologized again.

A deep sigh huffed from my nostrils before I sat up, letting the sheets cascade off my body. He turned his head to look at me, his feet still planted on the ground. I looked into his eyes, seeing the pained looked deep in those irises.

“Y-You know I don’t like loud noises.” I croaked out, my voice cracking with my words. He slowly nodded, bringing his legs up on the bed to fully face me. “And I really don’t like it when you yell. Please, I really just wanted to spend time together.”

“And we will spend time together.” He grabbed my hands and cradled them in his. “I’ll message Elodie right now if she could finish the work. But right now, it’s going to be me and you together, okay? We can maybe catch up on our show and I’ll order some food for you, okay?” He reassured, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. “Maybe I’ll steal some fries from you every once in a while.”

I giggled a little. “Noooo! Get your own food!” I whined, lightly pushing his shoulder. He chuckled in response before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso in response, breathing in his scent.

“I just missed you, Wil, you know that…” I softly whispered. He nodded, running his fingers through my hair.

“I missed you too. I promise I do.” He whispered back. His voice was low and deep but he made sure to maintain his volume. It was soothing, something I could fall asleep to,

and most importantly,

it wasn’t loud.

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a / n ~ hope you enjoyeddd notes of all kind are super duper appreciated! if you wanna be in a taglist or an anon my inbox is always freee :D ALSO SURPRISE!! TWO ONESHOTS IN ONE DAY I AM ON A ROLLLL

[gourjenous]

Roommate Revelations || l.haechan

You had no idea what living with Haechan would really be like. At first, you thought it would be a relatively smooth transition. You’d known him for a while through mutual friends, and when you needed to move to the city for a new job, he was quick to offer you a room in his apartment. It seemed like a win-win situation—financially reasonable, plus you got along well with Haechan, so there shouldn’t have been any issues.

When you first moved in, everything seemed perfect. Haechan’s energy was contagious, filling the apartment with laughter, music, and late-night conversations that would last until the early morning. He was easy to talk to, always knew how to lighten the mood, and had a knack for making every situation feel fun. Whether it was going grocery shopping or binge-watching a random show on Netflix, being around Haechan made everything more enjoyable. He was, in a word, comfortable.

But comfort can be deceptive.

It didn’t take long for something to shift. Living with someone as outgoing and magnetic as Haechan had its challenges, but it wasn’t the typical roommate disagreements that got to you. No, the problem wasn’t Haechan’s habits or his loud music. The problem was something entirely different—something that started with the way your heart would skip a beat whenever he sat next to you on the couch or how your stomach would flip when his laugh filled the room. You tried to brush it off at first. After all, Haechan was known for his playful personality, always teasing everyone around him, always a bit flirty. It was just part of who he was.

At least, that’s what you told yourself. But the more time you spent with him, the harder it became to ignore the growing feelings inside you.

It was a Friday night when things started to change, when the lines between friendship and something more began to blur.

You had come home from a long day at work, exhausted but looking forward to a relaxing evening. As you opened the door to the apartment, the familiar sound of Haechan’s laughter echoed from the living room. He was lounging on the couch, watching something on TV when he spotted you.

"Hey, you’re home!" he said brightly, flashing that signature smile that always seemed to make your heart flutter. "I was about to order some food. You hungry?"

You kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag by the door, already feeling the tension of the day begin to melt away. "Yeah, starving actually. What are you thinking?"

"Pizza?" Haechan offered, grabbing his phone and scrolling through his delivery app. "We could do extra cheese. I know that’s your thing."

You smiled, touched by the fact that he remembered such a small detail. "Yeah, sounds perfect."

As Haechan placed the order, you sank onto the couch next to him. Your leg brushed against his, and the warmth of his body sent an unexpected shiver up your spine. It was a subtle touch, one that normally wouldn’t have meant much, but tonight it felt... different.

"You okay?" Haechan asked, glancing over at you with a raised eyebrow.

You cleared your throat, trying to shake off the weird feeling. "Yeah, just tired."

He nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Rough day?"

"Rough week," you corrected, leaning back against the couch cushions.

"Well," he said, shifting slightly so that he was sitting closer to you, his knee now resting against yours. "Pizza and a movie will fix that. We can watch something dumb and chill out."

You nodded, grateful for the distraction. Haechan always had a way of making you feel better, even if it was just with simple things like watching a ridiculous movie or ordering food. The two of you quickly fell into your usual rhythm—joking around, making fun of the plot, and just enjoying each other’s company. But tonight, there was an underlying tension that neither of you acknowledged.

When the pizza arrived, you both grabbed slices and settled back into your spots on the couch. Haechan, being his usual self, couldn’t resist making dramatic commentary on the movie, causing you to laugh so hard at times that your sides hurt. Yet in between the laughter, there were moments where you’d catch him looking at you, his gaze lingering a bit too long.

At first, you brushed it off as your imagination. But then it happened again. And again.

You weren’t sure what to make of it. The two of you were close, sure, but you had never thought of Haechan as someone who could return your feelings. He was naturally affectionate, flirty even, but you’d seen him act like that with all of his friends. Why would he treat you any differently?

As the movie went on, you became more aware of the space between you—or rather, the lack of space. Haechan had gradually shifted closer until his leg was fully pressed against yours, his arm draped lazily over the back of the couch behind you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it was making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than him.

The movie ended, but neither of you made a move to turn off the TV. Haechan was lying on his back now, his head resting on your lap as he scrolled through his phone, completely relaxed.

"You’re quiet tonight," he remarked, glancing up at you with a curious expression. "What’s going on in that head of yours?"

You hesitated, unsure of how to answer. How could you explain the confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you? How could you admit that being this close to him was making your heart race in ways you didn’t quite understand?

"I’m just tired," you said after a moment, your hand absentmindedly running through his hair.

Haechan hummed in response, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. "You’re a terrible liar, you know."

Your hand froze for a second, your fingers still tangled in his soft hair. "What do you mean?"

He opened his eyes, tilting his head slightly so he could meet your gaze. "I mean, you’re acting weird. You’ve been distant lately. Did I do something?"

His tone was light, but there was a genuine concern in his eyes that made your chest tighten. He was looking at you so intently, waiting for an answer, and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t keep pretending.

"It’s not you," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It’s just... I don’t know. It’s hard to explain."

Haechan raised an eyebrow, his curiosity clearly piqued. "Hard to explain? Try me. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to find the right words. "Yeah, I know. It’s just... I’ve been feeling kind of confused lately."

"Confused?" Haechan sat up slightly, shifting so that he was now facing you fully. His expression softened as he studied your face. "About what?"

There it was. The moment you’d been dreading. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your palms growing sweaty as the weight of your unspoken feelings pressed down on you.

"About us," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Haechan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his expression a mixture of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place. "Us?"

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Yeah. I just... I don’t know how to say this without making things weird."

"You’re already making it weird by not saying it," Haechan teased lightly, though there was a gentleness in his voice that put you at ease.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I’ve been feeling... different lately. About you. I don’t know when it started, but it’s been driving me crazy."

Haechan didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at you, his gaze searching your face for some kind of explanation. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he smiled—a soft, almost shy smile that you hadn’t seen from him before.

"Different how?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for a moment, but you knew you couldn’t back out now. "I think I like you. More than just as a roommate. More than just a friend."

There. You said it. The weight of those words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you were terrified of what might come next. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if you had just ruined everything?

But then Haechan did something you didn’t expect. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.

"I was wondering when you’d figure that out," he said softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Your breath caught in your throat. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he continued, his smile widening, "I’ve been feeling the same way for a while now. I just didn’t know if you’d ever pick up on it."

You blinked, your mind struggling to process his words. "You... you have?"

"Yeah," he said with a small laugh, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on your cheek. "Why do you think I’ve been so flirty with you? I was kind of hoping you’d take the hint."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, the tension that had been building between you suddenly melting away. It felt surreal, like the air around you had shifted, and the weight of all your unspoken feelings was finally lifted. You had spent so long doubting yourself, unsure if what you were feeling was real, but now here you were, face to face with the person you hadn’t realized had been feeling the same way all along.

"You’ve been flirting with me this whole time?" you asked, your voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.

Haechan let out a soft laugh, his hands still gently holding your face. "Of course I have. I just didn’t want to freak you out. I thought you’d never notice." His tone was teasing, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes now, something deeper, like he had been holding this back just as much as you had.

"I thought that was just… you," you admitted with a nervous laugh. "You flirt with everyone."

He chuckled again, this time more earnestly. "Okay, yeah, I’m naturally flirty, but this was different. I’ve been dropping hints, like, left and right, and you were just totally oblivious."

You couldn’t help but smile, the anxiety you had been holding onto for so long starting to fade. "I guess I’ve been too scared to see it for what it was."

Haechan’s thumb continued to brush your cheek, the gesture soothing. His voice dropped slightly as he looked at you with a seriousness that you hadn’t seen from him before. "Well, now that we’ve got everything out in the open… what do you want to do about it?"

The question hung between you, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, you didn’t feel the familiar knot of anxiety in your stomach. Instead, there was a warmth—a sense of clarity. You didn’t have to keep questioning what this was or where it was going. You knew now that you weren’t alone in your feelings.

"I think," you said slowly, your heart beating faster as you spoke, "I’d like to see where this goes. If you’re up for that."

Haechan’s smile grew, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. "You’re really asking me if I’m up for it? You’re the one who’s been holding out on me this whole time."

You laughed, feeling the tension between you ease even further. "Okay, fair point. I guess I’ve been a little slow on the uptake."

Haechan shifted closer to you, his hands sliding down to rest on your shoulders as he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, does this mean I get to stop pretending like I’m just your annoying roommate and start being something more?"

Your heart pounded at the way he said something more. You nodded, unable to hide the grin spreading across your face. "Yeah, I think it does."

He didn’t wait another second. Before you could even process what was happening, Haechan leaned in, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips softly against yours. It wasn’t rushed or urgent; it was slow, deliberate, and full of all the emotions that had been building between you for weeks. The world seemed to slow down as you kissed him back, your hands finding their way to his hair, tugging him closer.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily, but the atmosphere between you was light—relaxed, like a weight had been lifted off both your shoulders.

"Wow," you breathed out, barely able to process what just happened. "That was…"

"About time?" Haechan finished for you with a cheeky grin.

You laughed, your forehead still pressed to his. "Yeah, about time."

For a moment, the two of you just stayed like that, caught in a bubble where nothing else mattered. The TV in the background was still humming, the empty pizza box sat forgotten on the coffee table, and the dim lighting of the apartment cast a soft glow over the both of you.

It was Haechan who finally broke the silence. "So, does this mean we’ll have to tell our friends we’re dating now?" He said it so casually, as if the concept of the two of you dating had been a foregone conclusion all along.

Your stomach did a little flip at the word dating, but it wasn’t fear this time—it was excitement. "I mean, we could… or we could just let them figure it out on their own."

Haechan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You really want to see how long it takes them to notice?"

You shrugged, grinning. "Hey, if I was this oblivious, maybe they’ll be too."

He let out a laugh, pulling you closer to him as he leaned back against the couch. "You’re such a dork."

"And you’re stuck with me now," you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.

Haechan wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as he kissed the top of your head. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

The days that followed felt surreal, like you had crossed a threshold into something new and exciting. You and Haechan didn’t need to make a big announcement to your friends—slowly, they started to pick up on the changes. The lingering glances, the inside jokes that had always been there but now carried a deeper meaning, the way you seemed to gravitate toward each other more naturally.

Johnny was the first to call you out on it. "So… you and Haechan, huh?" he had asked one day, a sly grin on his face as the two of you grabbed lunch.

You had almost choked on your drink, but Johnny just laughed, clearly having known all along. "Took you guys long enough."

One by one, the rest of your friends started to catch on, and the teasing was relentless. But none of it mattered, because for the first time in a long time, you felt completely at ease with your feelings. Haechan was by your side through it all, as playful and supportive as ever, but now there was an added layer of something deeper between you—something that made every moment feel brighter.

Being with him felt natural, like it was always supposed to be this way. You were still figuring things out, still navigating this new territory of being more than just roommates, but it didn’t feel daunting. It felt exciting. Every day was a new revelation, a new opportunity to discover something else you loved about him.

And as for Haechan? He was just as insufferably cheeky as ever, constantly reminding you that he had been waiting for you to "catch up" to him all this time.

But in those quiet moments, when the teasing stopped and it was just the two of you, Haechan would look at you with that soft, tender expression—the one that told you everything you needed to know. You had crossed the line from roommates to something more, and there was no going back.

Not that you wanted to.

In fact, you couldn’t imagine your life any other way.

Because now, with Haechan by your side, everything felt right.

And that’s how the revelation of your true feelings transformed everything—turning a friendship and a simple roommate situation into something so much more meaningful, so much more real. The world was brighter with Haechan in it, and together, you were ready to face whatever came next, side by side.

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Fic I never posted

Felicity spent the entire morning that day anxious for her science final. Her entire future rode on whether or not she would get an A on that final. Being that she had anxiety, it had left her with a few butterflies and tummy flutters, but she’d made her way through the final with some ease and completely forgot about the anxious tummy ache she woke up with.

Felicity walked out of the exam room feeling confident, and since she wanted to reward herself for months of studying, she decided to make a trip to her local burger joint. The grumbling hunger in her belly made her eyes bigger than her stomach, however, and she almost bought home the entire restaurant.

A large 10 piece chicken nugget meal with a diet coke, an extra large fries, 2 cheeseburgers, a triple burger with bacon, and 2 ice creams.

Time got fuzzy as she made her way home, mindlessly chomping on the fries on the drive home, sipping the coke, and by the time she was sat on the couch watching a movie she had no time to waste getting started on the entrées she had ordered.

Then suddenly, her belly felt painfully full of gas and stodgy food. This restaurant often makes her feel gross afterwards, but the sheer volume of the food she had consumed without even thinking created a gross, queasy feeling she hadn’t expected. The bubbling and gurgling of her belly sent wet burps up her throat and acid stung the back of her tongue. Carefully, Felicity rubbed her upper stomach to try and prod out the pain that she was experiencing but all she was given in return was a sickly slosh that made her huff out a nauseated breath. She had to accept that she was definitely ending that night being violently sick.

Each movement she made resulted in a gross slosh and a meaty burp that felt like food could project upwards at any moment.

Deciding it would be safer to make her way to the bathroom instead of sitting on the couch, Lic decided that the waddle to the bathroom that made her gurgly belly even more angry was far more worth it than scrubbing out her carpet and risking her security deposit.

Sitting against the cool porcelain of the bath and toilet, Felicity burped into the water and made it ripple ever so slightly. The feeling of staring into the bowl where her dinner would eventually end up made her insides twist and turn grossly. Even just thinking about food made her gag as she pressed a manicured hand against her lips, mouth cheeks inflating with air she didn’t dare let out incase her food came up with it.

Suddenly, her belly lurched with a wet, bubbly retch that sent a trickle of vomit into the bowl. She rubbed her stomach desperately, hoping to coax the process to hurry up as the nausea was increasing to uncomfortable levels.

With another wet burp, her dinner rushed up her throat in thick waves, hardly leaving time for breathing. She choked down some air, the nauseous tingle of the remaining stomach contents swirling around as she flushed away the mess and was left to nurse a queasy belly all night long.

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No idea if you guys even want to see fics from me, but this was in my notes app for TOO long so. Enjoy?:)

[dilxcc]

Heyyyyy!! I was wondering if you could do a little something with Chanyeol were he and reader are working on a song together and everything is being recorded and they become really close and when the video is posted the fans love their chemistry and they beg them to make more music together and in one of the videos they forget that they’re being recorded and they kiss or something 😅(it’s cool if you don’t want to take this request)

a bit too close ᡣ𐭩 park chanyeol

fluff, kinda slowburn, friends to lovers, love confession, mutual pining, a little bit of kissing🧍, reader is so in love with him, grammatical error

chanyeol x f!reader

a/n idk if this is good but i hope you like it 😭

"i think it would sound better if you..." his words fell on deaf ears as you admired him. it was clear to everyone how head over heels you are for him. the way his bangs fell over his forehead, the way his dimples showed at the slightest smile, the way he would cover his mouth slightly when he was complimented.

"y/n? did you hear what i was saying?" chanyeol waved his hand in front of you, causing you to snap out of your stupor. "sorry?" you blinked, eyes slightly widened. "as i was saying, i think it would sound better if you soften your voice a little at this part," he repeated, chuckling softly at your antics.

you leaned closer to him and looked at the printed lyrics that were full of his scribbled notes. "which part?" you inquired, your eyes scanning through your part. his finger pointed out to the closing part. you flinched slightly when you felt his touch on your face. "your hair was in the way," he admitted, acting as if tucking your hair behind your ears was the most natural thing to do.

your cheeks burned slightly and you stepped a few steps back. "right," you stuttered slightly, now fixing your hair nervously. "oh, should we take a break? it's almost lunchtime," chanyeol muttered, looking at his phone's lock screen. you could only nod in reply, not trusting your voice to answer him. "what do you want? i'll order it for us," he scrolled through a food app.

soon enough, the two of you finished your recordings and it was finally time to leave the studio.

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eris4life: did you guys see the way she was looking at him??? 👀

channielove: no wayyy did you not see the WAY chanyeol was looking at her??? eris4life: omg i just noticed! are we smelling something hereeee

kyungkyungsoo: omg they should totally collab more! they sound so good together!!!

baeksblub: guys... i think we're getting an announcement soon

you scrolled through the video's comment section, face flushing slightly because of how obviously you were staring at chanyeol. they even gave the exact time stamp! but the thought of chanyeol doing the same made your heart flutter. was he staring at you too? you hadn't noticed.

chanyeol on the other hand was smiling to himself while remembering the time you two were recording the song. his grip on the pillow grew tighter every time he remembered your smile. "hyung, he's at it again," sehun whispered in junmyeon's ear. "who's at what again?" junmyeon tilted his head slightly. kyungsoo pointed his finger toward chanyeol who was smiling ear to ear like a high school girl in love.

chanyeol was not the type to back down from a challenge. he considers talking to you more – getting to know you a challenge as not many people would have the courage to talk to the one they are interested in.

his finger hovers over your username, contemplating whether he should follow you or not. maybe this was a bad idea – that this was a very stupid idea. but hell, he loves stupid.

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real__pcy

hey 🫣

were your eyes deceiving you or did you accept a new message from chanyeol?

y/n

hey 🫢

real__pcy

do you want to get coffee sometime? no pressure you can say no

the two of you somehow just clicked. chanyeol made you laugh so much. you made him laugh so much.

not even a year after your collaboration, the two of you were already planning a new song together. except this time, both of you were jumpy.

an accidental touch to the hand caused both of you to flinch and jump in the opposite direction. the sudden close distance made both of you stutter your words and look in the other direction. and the simplest eye contact almost caused you to ruin the whole song while recording.

you remind yourself to be mindful of your actions as the two of you are being recorded. but it was so hard sometimes when his closeness lingered a few seconds long. he probably hates you right? you were being awkward and unprofessional while recording.

"you two should take a break," the director instructed, getting up from his chair and walking out of the studio. you let out a sigh and sat down on the chair inside the recording room. and he followed suit. he carefully sat down beside you, hoping you wouldn't be uncomfortable. "so..." he started, his voice sounding awkward.

"i think you did great, by the way," he complimented, smiling shyly at you. "i think you did great, too," you returned the compliment. after a while, the silence returned. though this time, it wasn't as uncomfortable as it was a few minutes ago.

.

a few days later, the two of you returned to the studio for the final recording. due to both of you being incompetent, the recording time was longer than expected. your interaction a few days ago made both of you less skittish. except for the occasional awkward laughter.

at one point, you hadn't even realized that the two of you had gotten so close while inspecting the lyrics. "this part–" his words died down in his throat when his arm brushed yours. "sorry," he muttered but made no effort to move away. your eyes didn't peel away from his and instead, the two of you were leaning into each other's face.

with chanyeol being tall, he had to bend down a little. you closed your eyes, half-expecting for him to kiss you. while the other half; well...

his lips met yours in a slow yet sensual kiss. it wasn't rushed. and for some reason, it just felt so right. the world around you vanished and you could only feel the two of you standing there; in the room right now.

when you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and slowly regained his breath. "is it too late to admit that i like you?" he smiled, his cute dimples showing. you shook your head and smiled. "i like you, too,"

.

the video went viral just a few hours after being published.

chanslover: chanyeol please just one chance 😭😭

jonginreal: YESSSS THEYRE TOGETHER

junmyeonsfakecotton: my ship is sailing. i can finally die in peace.

baekshands: OMG OMG OMG TELL ME IM NOT DREAMING

kyungsoochest: you are not.

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CAN I BE THE FIRST? - 07 ᴹⁱⁿʲⁱ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Pairing - Kim Minji X f!Reader

Genre - Fluff, angst🤏, written + smau

Warning - mention of mom and daddy issues, self-acceptance problems, mention of homophobic parents, Y/n doesn't know how to deal with feelings, a little swearing.

Synopsis - Y/n always tried to manage on her own, especially with the family she had, but after becoming a trainee she realized that not everyone hated her. After the debut she still tries to deal with her feelings, but everything becomes even more confusing after having to approach NewJeans for better coexistence in the company.

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1 month ago…

Minji smiled when she heard you whisper the same phrase that was said in the cartoon you were watching, it was no secret that you loved children's cartoons and she finds that adorable about you. The girl watched you, looking at every detail on your face, you were focused on the cartoon that you'd certainly watched dozens of times but you seemed to love it anyway, you looked ethereal in her eyes, with your hair falling lightly on your face, eyes shining and a slight space between your lips, probably due to the way you were concentrating. When the episode ended she quickly looked away from your face as soon as she noticed you turning to look at her.

“We should eat something.” You spoke quietly and she looked at you.

“What do you want to eat?”

"French fries." you look at each other for a few seconds, you smile slightly “Please?” She laughs and sits on the bed, you do the same.

“Shouldn’t we order something healthier?”

“I've been eating healthy all week, Unnie…” she felt her heart race as she saw his feline eyes shine at her.

“Okay, you win.” you smiled and took out your phone and opened the app to order the food as quickly as possible.

You smiled as you ate and looked at Minji, only to notice that she was already looking at you, your heart sped up and you felt that feeling again, your body heated up from the look, your ear felt like it was burning and you quickly dodged it, heading back the look at the fries in front of you.

It had been a while since you noticed this different way you felt around Minji, it wasn't the same feeling as being around your members, Yunjin or Danielle, much less being close to Haerin. Minji hit differently, you didn't know why, you obviously thought she was beautiful, all your friends are beautiful and you know that, so why was it different with Minji? You didn't want to admit that you felt something beyond friendship, you couldn't.

Your parents consumed your head, their voice runs through your mind whenever you even think about Minji, you didn't want to be persecuted even more by your family, you were afraid of what your parents might do when they knew you weren't straight and that gave you nightmares for years.

The best option for you is to deny it, deny it until it becomes true, until the moment you find a nice guy and fall in love, this was just a phase for you just like you always saw people in internet videos saying it was just a phase , it would pass and you just had to deal with this strange feeling for a while, until it went away.

“Is everything okay, Y/nnie?” you looked at her as your face heated up and you just nodded “You look sad.”

"Sleep." She agreed and looked back at the screen, which was now showing a Marvel movie, but you weren't paying attention anymore.

You guys finished the movie and cleaned the room before your members arrived, you were so close to Minji that your shoulders were almost touching, you looked at her for a moment, she was texting her members while you two were on the couch, you felt an unexpected urge to get closer. Your eyes locked on the girl, unable to move even when she looked back at you, that same contact that made your heart flutter, her round eyes locked on your entire face, she was admiring you again. Your lips parted slightly as your head unconsciously tilted to the side as your eyes dropped to the older girl's lips. No. You were grateful when her cell phone beeped with a new message.

“It's getting a little late, I should go.” you nodded and stood up, unable to look at her face again, she felt the same way too, you walked her to the door and opened it.

“Good night, Minji-unnie.” she smiled and finally looked at you, but you just looked at the floor.

“Good night, Y/nnie” you smiled at the affectionate way the phrase was said, nothing can explain how Minji felt when she saw your smile.

“I’ll see you in a few days?” You nodded and looked at her, again.

Your eyes locked onto each other, both your hearts racing, she wanted to kiss you, you couldn't kiss her, in fact you can, but your mind doesn't agree with your body. You noticed when Minji looked at your lips you discreetly bit her lower lip, you only noticed because you were already focused on her lips before. You lowered your head, denying yourself that you just wanted to drag the girl inside and stay in her arms until dawn, but you're terrible at this, you can't deceive your heart.

“Thank you, for killing the cockroach…” she smiled and sighed.

“It was nothing, that’s what friends are for.” you agreed, she hated saying that you two were friends “Bye Y/n.”

“Bye Unnie.” she smiled before walking away so you could close the door.

The next day you wake up after dreaming about Minji.

“What the fuck.”

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[dirtyvulture]

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Hi! If your request is still open, cam I request a Natasha x F

f!Reader and they go out on a date but R is wearing a vibratory and Natasha is controlling it and on the ride home, natasha makes R cum on her underwear and fucks her hard, thank you!

You're still not sure how Natasha convinced you to do this, but there are no take backs now. The host sits you at a booth in the farthest corner of the restaurant, and you're grateful for the privacy from the rest of the customers.

"Everything okay, baby?" Natasha asks with a slyness in her smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you lie, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. Although she hasn't activated the vibrator inside of you yet, you're both dreading and excited for the moment she does. The fact that the two of you are out on a public date, with random people around who will have no idea what's really going on, is so thrilling and daring it already makes your head spin.

And then Natasha, balancing her phone on her knee under the table, opens the app connected to your vibrator and finally presses the button to give you some relief. You almost fold over on yourself at the sudden sensation, digging your nails into your knee and clenching your jaw to stop yourself from moaning obscenely loud in a restaurant.

"Everything still okay?" Natasha asks.

You can barely nod as your walls flutter helplessly around the toy vibrating inside of you.

This is going to be a long dinner.

You can't even read the menu when the waiter sets it in front of you, Natasha teasing you by randomly pulsing the vibrator. You almost want to tell her to stop when you're trying to put in your order with the waiter, and a high-pitched squeak comes out of your mouth when Natasha ramps up the intensity almost to max. You glare at her across the table and she innocently smiles.

And then throughout the meal, you can hardly enjoy a bite of your food because you're so distracted by the wetness pooling between your legs. Your clit is throbbing so hard you feel like you're about to burst, but Natasha keeps you dangerously on the edge, somehow able to tell from your body language alone when you're right about to cum, but not allowing you to find your release.

"Nat, please," you pant after the waiter clears the table. You need her to take you home right now so she can properly fuck you until you can't move, but she seems intent on taking her time.

The two of you take a taxi back to Natasha's apartment, and Natasha does not allow you to sit next to her, instead playing with her phone until you're almost sobbing with desperation. You've completely soaked through your panties and every time you try to touch yourself, Natasha either stops the vibrations or increases it to the point where you feel like you've been electrocuted, overstimulated by the sensation.

It feels like a lifetime until you two arrive at Natasha's apartment, and Natasha mercifully puts her phone back into her pocket, picking you up out of the taxi and carrying you up the stairs (which you're supremely grateful for because you're sure your legs don't work anymore).

She lays you on her bed, undressing you and then herself. She pulls out the vibrator ruined in your cum and fills you with her strap, pounding into you so hard it shakes the whole bed frame, and you lose track of how many orgasms you have after that.

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[wandanatss]

heart in hand - chapter one;

things haven't been the same since you came into my life

summary: Summer of 1995 finds you in a cafe with a new-to-town Natasha Romanov. Little do you know, this day is going to change your life.

warning(s): swearing, slight mentions of guns & bullying.

word count: 1,087 words

author's note: i don't have access to the app i use to make covers/headers/dividers for my fics, so this canva one i threw together literally five minutes ago looks good enough. the dividers i used are by @cafekitsune. reblogs would help <3 i'm open to constructive criticism! i especially hope that one anon who helped a lot earlier likes it!

It all began in the summer of ‘95, in a little shop north of town. You sat there every day for want of something to do, someone to talk to. Being the friendless nerd was fine during the school year, but in the summer you always shifted from being alone to lonely. 

Your fingers tapped out an errant beat on the countertop, and you hummed a mindless tune. Your eyes droved over the menu as though your were trying to find something you wanted; as though you hadn’t already memorized it in your countless trips to the shop. In the end, though, you picked your usual - a sandwich, a doughnut, and a Coke. Picking the items up off of the counter once you got them, you sat at the only empty table there - a two-seater near the very back, where no one could see you. Figures. Invisible everywhere in the world, it seemed.

As you started to munch on the sandwich, interspersed with sips of your drink, your eyes watched the windows. Maybe you’d have your ‘movie moment’, where someone walked in that you fell in love with. Maybe it would be the person of your dreams. You looked down for a moment to pick up the cup, and within those few seconds, the door opened and a bell jingled. You looked up.

Y/n: I don’t know, it was fate or something. This absolute bombshell of a girl walked in. Her coppery-red hair tumbled over her shoulders, her eyes were bright, and she had the perfect red lip. She wore a thin white shirt, clinging to her with sweat. Her shorts were blue, and truly made her look like she had legs for days. When she ordered and got her food, she just wandered around for a minute before she saw me. Saw the seat in front of me. She smiled, asking if she could sit. Of course, I agreed. Neither of us knew it yet, but it was the start of something truly iconic. The girl, of course, was Natasha Romanov. We were both seventeen at the time.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

You introduced yourself, and started to make small talk about the weather – sweat-soaked Natasha’s body was a sight to see, and under the A/C breeze, her hair fluttered around her face. You were flushed, but you could pass it off to the heat, too. As Natasha waved over a waitress and placed her own order (a strawberry milkshake and a sandwich), you took the time to observe her.

She had her bicycle keys in her pocket, and two bracelets hanging from her arm. One was beaded, with the little alphabet charms reading N A T in different colours. The other was a few simple strings wound together and tied, giving the effect of a young child having made it. Now that you were closer to her, you could see the bottom of her hair bleached and cool-toned, showing her having dyed it blue a while back.

“Y/n? Do you want something too?” asked Natasha, a silent smirk in her eyes. She knew what you were doing.

Eventually, once the waitress was gone, you and Natasha struck up an easy flowing conversation. She confessed that she had biked here in the heat to get out of town, have her own ‘summer experience’. She was new. That explained why she hadn’t been in high school with you. You smiled and told her all about the high school she’d likely be joining, and joked about how she should make it a point to stay away from you. It would be social suicide, you explained.

Natasha turned slightly away at the comment, something catching her eyes, but looked back with a frown on her face. 

“I think people should be lucky to know you, Y/n. You’re a good – a good friend.”

Through the chat you have with her, you discover that not only can she play the guitar, but also the drums. She can also sing, insanely well if the competition awards aren’t a lie, and she’s just a fucking dream. She gave you her home-phone number, and her address. Call me, she wrote on the paper napkin, like she was some kind of rogueish flirt and not a schoolgirl still in her teens.

You took the napkin home with you and pinned it onto a little board, fingers moving over the bumps in the paper where she had pressed too hard with the pen. Call me. Come over sometime. You smiled, idling near the telephone. Maybe you would call her later, you thought.

Natasha Romanov: Y/n, they were an interesting person. My first friend who wasn’t my sister. We’d both been adopted, and been the town freaks for a while. Yelena, she was all spite and rage packed into a little spitfire of a ten-year-old child. It didn’t help that she wanted to give her opinions freely. It was my job to protect her, and when that backfired, we had to move. This far into the story, you already know I wouldn’t be too cut up about it. I had my sister and my adoptive parents. End of fuckin’ story, right? And then the chapter turned. After I met Y/n that day, everything changed. I finally had a reason to stay in the new town. I had made a friend.

Excerpt from ‘Mic in Hand, Heart in Throat’ by Kat S. Releasing 1 May 2028.

As you lay in bed that night, all hot and bothered about the day you’ve had, words start to form in your mind. Fragments; not enough to be worth writing, but you can see where you’ve started to... well, you’ve started thinking up a song.

The next morning, you wake up from a rather pleasant dream to hammering on your bedroom door. 

“Wake up, kid! It’s time to go!”

Oh. It was your mother, a staunch stickler for early-birds-get-the-worm. You would’ve far preferred to sleep in, especially in the summer, but the thoughts from the previous night – the song you thought of – had finally almost fully formed in your mind. You were eager to pen it down in case you forgot, but first, to appease your mother, you showered and had some cereal. Then you were back in your room, ready to write.

She’s got blue hair and a pretty pink smile

Looks that can kill and hands in mine

She’s a girl she’s a gun she’s the newest chapter

She’s a dream and what my heart’s been chasin’ after…

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Pizza to ..... (Oneshot)

Picture credit to the rightful owner Vkchu137

Characters : Jeon Jungkook, Delivery Boy Yuxin Summary : Needy Jungkook calls the delivery boy for a night Warnings : Shower masturbation, mention fem parts, slow sex with less degradation words, only for 18+ people.

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Bottom Jungkook oneshot, Jungkook X OC

Starring, Needy Jeon Jungkook with fem parts

Delivery boy Yuxin..

"F**k, not again," Jungkook groaned, slumping against the kitchen counter. The fridge light flickered coldly, revealing a sad, empty space where his favorite snack should have been. He had given up on cooking for himself weeks ago. It was always the same story: crave something, check the fridge, and end up ordering takeout.

He picked up his phone and scrolled through the list of food apps, his stomach growling impatiently. "What do I want?" he murmured, his finger hovering over the screen. The only thing that sounded appealing was a large pepperoni pizza from the place down the street. He tapped the order button and leaned back, his eyes glazed over as he anticipated the greasy delight.

The doorbell rang, a sudden and unwelcome intrusion into his quiet evening. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't expecting anyone, especially not at this time of night. He checked the peephole with a frown, his curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar silhouette outside his apartment door. A young man with a pizza box in hand and a smirk on his face stared back at him. "Delivery for Jungkook?" the voice called out, a hint of tease in his tone.

Jungkook's eyes widened, realizing it was his food already. He swung the door open and was met with a gust of cool evening air that made him shiver. The delivery boy, who looked to be in his early twenties, had a mess of dark hair and a piercing gaze that seemed to see right through him.

He held out the pizza with a flourish, and Jungkook took it with a mumbled thanks. The stranger's eyes lingered on Jungkook's body, a hunger that had nothing to do with food. Jungkook felt a strange flutter in his stomach, but he quickly dismissed it. He just needed to eat and relax.

The delivery boy's eyes traveled down Jungkook's form, lingering on the tightness of his sweatpants. "Looks like you're in for a wild night," he said, winking before turning to leave. Jungkook felt a blush creep up his neck. He hadn't meant for his outfit to be revealing, but now he wondered if the guy had noticed his lack of underwear.

He closed the door, suddenly self-conscious, and set the pizza on the counter. His stomach grumbled again, and he told himself that was all it was: hunger. Just hunger. He grabbed a slice, the cheese stretching out in a tantalizing string, and took a bite, the taste explosion momentarily distracting him from the odd encounter. As he chewed, he couldn't shake the feeling that the night was about to take an unexpected turn.

The TV droned on in the background, but Jungkook's thoughts remained fixed on the delivery boy. He had seen him around the neighborhood before, but they had never spoken.

He was always with his friends, laughing and joking, seemingly carefree. Jungkook's curiosity grew, his mind conjuring up scenarios of what the boy's life was like outside of his delivery gig. The apartment was too quiet, the sound of his own chewing echoing in his ears. He took another bite, the crust crunching loudly. He needed to get out of his head.

Setting the pizza down, Jungkook decided a shower might clear his thoughts. He peeled off his sweatpants, his pu**y feels wetty and needy, and padded into the bathroom. The hot water cascaded over his body, the steam billowing around him as he leaned against the tiles. He couldn't stop thinking about the delivery boy's smirk and the way his eyes had raked over him. The sensation of being desired sent a shiver down his spine, and his hand slipped between his legs without his conscious consent.

He stood under the spray, the water beating down on his back as he slid his fingers along his slick folds. His clit was swollen, begging for attention, and he couldn't resist giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Aaaaahhhhh....mmmmhhhh"

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💖 and Barrisco for the kiss snippet? please please if you're okay with it :))

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

It wasn't the first time Barry had a close call while out as the Flash. It was just... the first time it had happened since they started dating.

Cisco is antsy the entire time they're at STAR Labs. Through Caitlin checking over Barry in the infirmary and Barry's debrief with Joe so that he'd know where to find the evidence that would seal the deal, as it were, in court. Then another debrief with Iris so she could lead with the story in the morning. Cisco trying to contain himself the entire time, fussing over the Flash suit.

But of course that just makes things worse. The suit is torn and bloodied. Barry's blood.

Cisco has to take a moment before he puts the suit into the industrial washing machines that STAR Labs has that Cisco rebuilt specifically for cleaning the suits. He has to just breathe. Just breathe and try not to think about how close Barry came to... how Barry's voice sounded over the comms when he...

But, finally, they're done for the day. Barry's cleaned up and healed like it never happened, but Cisco knows.

It's all he can think about on the drive home, which Barry accepts with unusual patience... or it seems that way until Cisco glanced over to find Barry asleep on the seat.

Barry wakes up as Cisco pulled into his parking spot and he pulled up a delivery app on his phone as they got out of the car. Which is good, Barry needs more food in him than the power bar he nommed on earlier.

"Food ordered?" Cisco asked as they slipped into his apartment.

"Yeah," Barry replied, tucking his phone away in his pocket again. Which is good because he might have dropped it otherwise.

Why? Because Cisco was shoving him against the door, harder than necessary but Barry wasn't about to start complaining. Not with Cisco's mouth sealing itself to his. Demanding entry to Barry's mouth with his tongue, Cisco's hands threading into Barry's hair to yank his head down just that little bit more for a better angle.

Cisco savors every moan that bubbles up Barry's throat. Every little sound that Barry can make because he's alive, he's alive, he's so very alive.

Pulling back for a moment, just to catch his breath, Cisco dove back in, shoving himself closer to Barry, running his hands down the back of Barry's neck and then around to trail down Barry's arms before teasing their way back up. Cisco's mouth moving to trace Barry's jawline and then along his neck, savoring the taste of Barry's skin over his pulse point - fluttering so hard, so much harder than human normal, beneath Cisco's lips - before joining their mouths again.

Barry's own hands have landed on Cisco's waist and Cisco is certain to have fingerprint bruises from how hard Barry is squeezing, his whole body vibrating against Cisco's...

A loud knock and then the doorbell has them startling apart. Both of them panting hard. Cisco waved Barry off to the couch and then answered the door long enough to bring in the bags of food.

"We'll pick that back up once you've refueled," Cisco promised, once the door was shut again. Glancing over his shoulder he grinned, still feeling a bit breathless. "Sound good to you?"

"Absolutely."

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Chapter 95

Aside from Dohyun's, Wooyeon had never been to anyone's house before. Moreover, the space with the title of ‘single room’ was almost like an unknown world. To him, the idea of going to Garam's place was more exciting than the suggestion of going to an amusement park.

As soon as they finished eating, they hopped in a taxi and headed to Garam's. They could have gotten a hired car, but they didn't want to alert the house. Dohyun hailed a cab without a word and carefully dressed Wooyeon in a jacket.

“It's a little chilly out.”

After they got out of the cab, they walked side by side, sharing an umbrella. Dohyun had held the umbrella over them since they left the house, so Wooyeon had forgotten to grab an extra one. The umbrella was cramped for the two of them, and their shoulders stuck out if they weren't pressed closely together, but that wasn't bad.

“You aren't getting wet, right?”

“I'm fine, but... Hyung, aren't your shoulders getting wet?”

“I'm fine.”

One foot, then another. With each step, water droplets splashed. The light rain tapped the umbrella in time with each step. Wooyeon looked at Dohyun from the corner of his eye and grabbed his arm.

“I don't mind the rain.”

An umbrella held by someone other than Secretary Yoon. To share an umbrella with someone else. Even walking down the street on a rainy day like this.

Everything he did for the first time was okay because he was with Dohyun. Every time their shoulders brushed, his heart fluttered like it had when he had a crush on him. Dohyun smiled pleasantly and tilted the umbrella toward Wooyeon.

Garam's place was a newly built villa not far from the school. They had to enter a code at the entrance, and Garam came down as soon as Dohyun called. She was wearing a large boxy shirt and lime-colored shorts, making her presence felt even from beyond the door. 

“Oh, Wooyeon, you dyed your hair?”

She hurried downstairs with her shoes were matching. One was a pair of flip-flops and the other was a pair of sky blue slippers. They were all colorful and crazy.

“I haven't unpacked yet, so it's a bit of a mess, but just bear with it. Sungyu got here a while ago.”

Garam said in a low voice, leading the way up the stairs.

The low staircase was too narrow for two of them to climb together. Wooyeon followed her, glancing around without Garam's knowledge.

“Kwon Sungyu, the kids are here!”

“They're here.”

Sungyu sat down in the living room and greeted Dohyun and Wooyeon as if he were in his own home. So much had changed in just a week since they saw each other, but he looked exactly the same as he had on the last day of school.

“Nice place. Clean.”

Dohyun closed the front door and took a cursory look around. Wooyeon followed Dohyun and took the opportunity to look around. As soon as he took off his shoes, he was in the kitchen, and after three steps, he saw the door. He didn't realize how amazing it was to see the whole house at once.

“Have you ever been in a house this small before?”

Garam tapped Wooyeon on the shoulder and smiled warmly. Wooyeon, who was looking up at the ceiling, suddenly turned to look at Garam.

“Oh... I'm sorry.”

“I see you're not saying no.”

Fortunately, she didn't look offended. Laughing, Garam nudged the pile of stuff with her foot. 

"Just shove everything aside... But why are you two empty-handed when coming to a new house?"

"Wow, I didn't see either of you like that. I brought toilet paper."

Dohyun plopped down next to Sungyu, unperturbed by the outpouring of boos. Wooyeon also took notice and sat down cross-legged next to him. It was his first time going to someone else's house, so he hadn't thought of a housewarming gift.

“Order whatever you want to eat. I'll buy.”

“I was waiting for you to say that. Sungyu, open the app.”

The voices echoed from the lack of furniture. The house was disorganized, and you could hear the rain outside the window. Despite the unpleasant surroundings, Wooyeon felt excited.

“Shall we get some Chinese food?”

“We should eat something expensive for the guy who's paying for it.”

"When someone moves, they usually eat jajangmyeon."

“There's a bowl delivered here, do you want it?”

“No, I want something expensive.”

"Oh my."

If he hadn't come out, Wooyeon would have wasted another day. He would have stayed in the house with no one around and watched the rain fall, and as always, he would drift into depression until the rainy season ended.

"What do you want to eat? Chicken, okay?"

"Wooyeon can't eat chicken."

“Then pizza?”

“I ate pizza yesterday.”

“Kwon Sungyu can't leave it alone, really.”

"Hey, why are you only picking on me?"

Wooyeon swallowed a laugh as he listened to Garam and Sungyu chatter away. They never seemed to tire of each other, and whenever they were together, they never stopped talking, even if it was just small talk.

“What about sushi? Kim Dohyun loves sushi.”

Garam said and pointed at Dohyun. Wooyeon, who had just learned that 'Kim Dohyun likes sushi,' absentmindedly turned his gaze. Dohyun was staring at Wooyeon shyly, not paying attention to the conversation.

“...Do you like sushi?”

Dohyun's eyes were filled with a cute feeling, so he couldn't overcome his embarrassment and move his lips. Dohyun watched Wooyeon and closed his eyes gently.

“Yeah, I like sushi.”

His face felt flushed. It wasn’t the first or second time he had seen this smile, but how could it be so different every time? While Wooyeon was tugging his earlobe, Garam started choosing a menu at the sushi restaurant with the highest rating.

They chose sushi, pizza, and tteokbokki. They insisted on ordering the expensive stuff, but it wasn't much different from what they usually ate. Garam lamented the food she ordered, saying it was the food of someone who had eaten it before. 

“Speaking of which, we'll be getting our grades soon.”

“Oh my, that’s right. This is a big deal, I messed up my final exam.”

Luckily, the food all arrived around the same time, and since there was no dining table, Garam laid out the boxes roughly and unwrapped them on the floor. It was the first time he'd eaten something on the floor since the night he got drunk at M.T.

“Our study goal was 4.0, right?”

“Bullshit. I couldn't even study at the end. 4.0 is your dog's name.”

"Wooyeon, do you think you'll get good grades?"

Sungyu asked, and Wooyeon shook his head, not sure about it. He thought he did well, but since it was his first time getting a final grade, it was hard to guarantee. But since Dohyun helped him, he'd probably be in the top tier.

"Did you two go on a lot of dates? I didn't contact you on purpose to surprise you."

"I went to my parents' house, so we couldn't meet."

“Oh, well, if I'd known that, I would've called you instead of staying away.”

Wooyeon gave a vague answer to Garam, who must have been bored. When asked what he's been doing, he talked about movies, working out, and swimming, just like he did with Dohyun. Garam was interested in movies, and Seongyu's eyes widened at the mention of a pool.

“You can come over when you're free.”

“Where, your place?”

“Yeah. We can watch movies, use the pool...”

"Awesome. Ji Suhyang's house... no, it's my first time going to such a big house."

Since Suhyang is not at home most of the time, she won't mind if someone comes over. The employee is actually happier when he hears that a guest is coming. Last time, he prepared a fancy dinner when he heard that a friend was coming.

No champagne this time. Wooyeon thought to himself.

They rolled around the house long after they had eaten. They kept eating the leftover food until nightfall, and Garam bought them coffee and cake after.

All they did was eat, lie down, and chat, but before they knew it, it was close to midnight.

“Hmmmm.”

Ten minutes to midnight. Just as Wooyeon was starting to think it was time to head home, Garam coughed awkwardly. She nudged Dohyun with her foot and gestured to the front door.

“Hey, go out and get some ice cream with Wooyeon.”

It was almost like an order, but Dohyun obediently got up from his seat. When he held out his hand, Wooyeon also got up awkwardly.

“Shouldn't we be going now?”

"Let's play some more. We live alone anyway."

"That's right, that's right. Hyung, I like corn."

Wooyeon tilted his head while holding Dohyun's hand. It was hard to explain, but the atmosphere was strange. Even though the others didn’t notice, Sungyu’s expression was awkwardly frozen.

“Let's go, Yeon-ah.”

Well, it must be because of the mood. Wooyeon, who tried hard to shake off the awkwardness, put his feet into his shoes. Up until then, Wooyeon hadn’t seen Dohyun secretly exchanging glances with them.

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Chapter 7 of my König x Fem!OC fic, Rush

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Photo by Dương Nhân

Summary: “I want to tell you something.”

A/N: LET'S DO FLUFF TODAY.

SORRY BUT I AM BORED OF SMUT RIGHT NOW. Basically people do things to each other and in the end, one or both cums. Fuck Chapter 5 and 6. And fuck chronological order.

. . .

Be More // Stephen Sanchez

A couple weeks after they last saw each other, Kate and Dominik kept in touch, many thanks to Kate convincing Dominik to download a video chatting app for them to communicate on. Talking over text when more than 10,000 kilometers apart simply would be too expensive, dry, and unreliable.

“What time is it there?” Kate asked Dominik.

“I’m six hours behind. It’s 2:03 PM here,” he stated, followed by a slight sneer on his lips, “So ‘round about…8:03 PM there?”

“Yeah pretty much,” she nonchalantly replied, eyes intent on what’s in front of her. A sizzling noise from her end of the line competed with her voice, along with the clacking and scraping of a wooden spatula. Some steam rose from the pan she held, floating into a small, unused range hood above the stove. Others wafted all over the tiny kitchen of her apartment.

Dominik tried to bring his attention back to the book he was reading on his sofa, but couldn’t help himself from glancing at his phone, which was standing against the armrest. There’s something about watching her cook that seemed more interesting at the moment than the connection between war and geography, or his cup of coffee.

He set his book down on the coffee table and would forget about reading or drinking for the entirety of the call.

“That looks delicious.”

Kate cast a disbelieving look at him. “Me or my dinner?”

“Both,” he let out a single chuckle. This woman and her words. “But really though, what are you cooking?” he asked in childlike curiosity. He shifted so that his feet were up on the couch and the hand, now holding his phone, was situated on the backrest.

She enthusiastically grabbed the phone from the countertop, which was previously leaning on an electric kettle, then flipped the camera to show what she was making. “It’s just stir-fried veggies. So that’s garlic, onion, oyster sauce…” she listed off as she stirred what was in the pan, “Then…what’s the word...sweet potato leaves? Yeah. Then I’ll eat this with rice.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

“Thanks, just a quick dinner,” she smiled.

“Do you like cooking?”

She paused to think. “Uhhh…I like nice food. And so happened to know how to make some of it…? What about you?”

Mein Gehirn hat echt Wandertag heute. Mann, that was like asking someone if they take showers as a hobby. “I cook a bit, yeah. I bake sometimes. When I feel like it.”

She immediately looked at him again, fascination painted in the glow of her eyes. “Whoa, that’s so cute.”

“What?” he tilted his head ever so slightly, unaware of the small blush that was starting to dust his cheeks. The last time anyone genuinely called him “cute” was when he was a child, so the association of him with the adjective felt quite bizarre.

“You baking. I barely know any guys who can bake,” she explained.

As the call carried on, each amused the other with their own takes on their country’s food culture. There’s food for breakfast. Food for Christmas. Food for drinking and hangovers. Both relished in their memories associated with the meals they liked.

Sure enough, Kate’s dinner was ready, so she invited him to accompany her for dinner—virtually, that is. She grabbed a hefty bowl and flipped it upside down for her phone to lean on, making it as if she and Dominik were sitting across from each other on the small dining table of her apartment.

Kate’s stomach fluttered as she quietly indulged in scenarios she would be embarrassed to admit of, being a woman of her age. Thoughts of how sweet it might have been, had there been no expanse of land and water between them. Part of it felt to her like those little dollhouse skits one would do when they were little, where the guy and the girl would have a dinner date sitting across each other, occasionally sneaking glances at each other and smiling to play it off once they were caught by the other’s eyes.

Maybe there would be some spaghetti served, and they would twirl up some pasta from the same plate, only to realize they were eating the same noodle as their faces inched closer and closer until they kissed. Then there’d be fireworks and dreamy eyes. But that’s just Lady and the Tramp. Real dinner dates have you feeling extremely conscious over how you eat. Unless you’re too smitten to bother about presenting and witnessing immaculate table habits. Such is the case for Kate.

A while into their virtual dinner together, however, Dominik’s expression faded from cheerful to uncertain.

“Hey Kate?”

She hummed in response while she took a spoonful of rice into her mouth. Her brows raised in anticipation.

“I want to tell you something.”

She took a gulp of water to down her food quickly. “Yeah, shoot.”

He took a deep breath and his right began fidgeting with his fingers. His heart leapt to his throat. His gaze landed everywhere but at her. This confused and worried Kate at the same time.

Is there something wrong?

“I…”

Come on, just tell her. It’s nothing deep.

Kate tried to guess in her head whatever it was he was about to say, but she couldn’t fathom what seemed to be bothering him about it, internally crossing her fingers that it wasn’t anything awful. Then a thought struck her.

Is he going to say what I think he’ll say?

For some reason, Dominik was gutted by a fear that she would just outright leave the call once he told her what he wanted to, but he took another breath anyway just to force the words out of his chest.

“I took a contract.”

Oh. She now got somewhat of a grasp on why he looked that bothered. “Well..congrats? Sorry, I don’t know what to say when it comes to that but it’s a new job so I suppose that’s good…?” she replied sheepishly.

Okay…so she didn’t end the call. “Yeah, danke,” he spoke abruptly, taking another deep breath. “I’m getting deployed in two weeks. But it’ll be around six months before I come back.”

“I see. Where to?”

“Can’t say.”

She kept her cool, but deep down, there was uncertainty gnawing itself into the crevices of her mind. Anything could happen when a soldier—or a contractor, in this case—is deployed. It’s sad, but not in the dramatic sense. Rather, an awkward and empty one; as if their whole budding romance started from an unexpected "oh wow” moment, then the movie of their lives just cuts right when the climax is about to happen and you’re left with "oh well" before anything gets really deep.

“That’s awesome. Good luck. And be safe out there, yeah?”

“Thanks.”

Neither of them called the other in the next couple weeks. Dominik was too afraid to call. Kate was busy and assumed he simply needed space based on how he was acting when he told her about his upcoming work.

It wasn’t until a day before he left, that he called all of a sudden. Luckily, Kate wasn’t on any flight that day. It was only to say goodbye, but then she asked if there was any internet in his destination, to which he realized that she still wanted to chat. For that, he admired her persistence…and the seemingly unfazed air about her despite him being in a potential life-or-death situation. It was almost like she already knew what it was like.

. . . 

Fast forward to Dominik’s deployment, it didn’t take long for Kate to figure out that he was somewhere around Adal or Urzikstan based on his mentions of the desert, the time zone differences, and the recent international news. Trying to speak over a video call was too frustrating due to the limited connection, so he and Kate returned to mere chatting and texting.

Her life, like any other, had always been an ebb and flow between lull and activity. Business as usual meant getting assigned flights, studying the routes, submitting flight plans, coming home, driving occasionally to her parents’ house to have a meal with them and her brother, and spending the rest of the time in her apartment through chores and hanging around.

Dominik would pop up in her mind every few days. Whenever that was the case, she would leave him a small “How are things there?” or a “Hope you’re safe. Chat me when you’re back.” His responses would range from a couple hours to a couple days away, but he was kind enough to reciprocate with bits of “Have you eaten?” or “Did you fly today?”

Sometime about four months in, he went dark for five days straight. She internally crossed her fingers in hopes that nothing awful happened.

From his point of view, those five days of radio silence ended up with him limping on his right leg all the way back to his barracks at night after a particularly rough clearing operation. He switched on his phone and was welcomed with one single message.

Problem was, she wrote it in Filipino.

As any non-speaker of any language would, his knee-jerk response was to copy the text and run it on Google Translate.

Which led to the next problem: the result made zero sense.

Verdammt blöde App, he rolled his eyes.

The next morning, he sat on a medical table in a container building, patiently waiting as a nurse replaced the bandage on his injured leg. He stared at the nurse, who was too occupied to notice his eyes, then drilled his sights into the wall. He clenched his teeth, deeply weighing his choices should he approach this nurse for such an unprofessional plea for assistance.

“Excuse me,” he hesitantly called her attention.

The nurse looked up at him, mildly intimidated as she found his eyes in the hood that he insisted on wearing despite not being in combat. “Sir?”

“You’re Filipino, right?”

“Yes, Sir. Why?”

Silence.

He discreetly took his phone out of his pocket and opened his phone gallery. He knew not to be a show-off about it, as some of the military staff were allowed little to no usage of mobile phones. The nurse squinted at him, initially suspicious over what was taking him so long, but then brushed it off in favor of resuming to wrap the rest of the gauze around his leg.

“What does this mean?” he leaned over, presenting the nurse with a cropped out screenshot of Kate’s message.

She paused from bandaging again to check at his phone. Then her eyes blew wide and she looked at him with a wry smile, which earned a flustered expression from Dominik.

His stomach dropped. Was that a dirty text?

“Iniisip kita. Share ko lang,” the nurse quoted the text in a playful tone she assumed it was supposed to be read in, “She’s telling you that she’s thinking of you.”

He stared with a mix of relief and surprise, internally hoping his emotions weren’t so obvious through his hood. “She”? Is it really *that* obvious?

“It’s just cute though, because the way it’s said, like she’s playing hard-to-get a little bit? ‘Share ko lang’ kinda has a tone of ‘I’m just sharing,’ or, ‘Just sayin,’” the nurse softly elaborated, waving a hand off to mimic the coyness of the message, “Is that from your wife—”

“Ah, it’s—it’s not—”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have assumed,” she gasped.

“It’s all right. Is this done yet?” he asked hastily, pointing at his injury that was being tended to.

The nurse returned her focus to bandaging his leg, speeding up to end the whole interaction. “A little more…You should reply to her. Or him. I don’t know…but that’s pretty sweet,” she shrugged.

After his wound was freshly dressed, he quickly thanked her, got up and paced his way out of the room. He made his way back to his barracks briskly, bypassing dozens of staff in his way. It was as if he had no injury in the first place.

Perhaps it was from embarrassment of asking the nurse to translate such a personal text. 

Perhaps it was from her probing from context that the message wasn’t just made by some relative or friend.

Perhaps it was from a newfound will to make it out of his mission alive and come home.

Perhaps it was from the prospect of hearing Kate’s voice, or seeing her face again.

One thing for certain is that something changed in him. As he sat back down on his bed, his heart raced and his eyes danced, searching for anything to divert his clamoring thoughts. He was an awkward, giddy teenage boy all over again. He sat on the bed and hunched over his phone, reopening the sole conversation he safekept in a messaging app inbox. His thumbs swiped gently at the sides of his phone as he held it with both hands. A rush flooded through his chest, climbed into his face, and fizzled out the top of his head as a familiar, warm, fuzzy feeling of delight.

She’s thinking of me.

. . .

Translations:

Mein Gehirn hat echt Wandertag heute. - My brain has a field trip today. Verdammt blöde App - Fuckin stupid app

A/N: And yes, for the Filipinos out there: yes, our slightly-conyo girl eats talbos ng kamote <3 Eat ya fokken veggies