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mandiemegatron · 3 months ago

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𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 (𝙄𝙨 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚)

𝙀𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙆𝙞𝙙 𝙭 𝙘𝙞𝙨!𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

ᴿᵃᵗᵉᵈ: ¹⁸+, ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ. ᴹᴰᴺᴵ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵇˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ. ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁱˢ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ ; ˢᵘᵍᵃʳ, ˢʰᵘᵍˢ, ᵇᵃᵇᵉ ᵉᶜᵗ...

ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ; ⁷¹¹

𝘼/𝙉 ; 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 ! 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚 @guilty-sugar 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙥 𝙖 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙆𝙞𝙙 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗 🤭 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙆𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 🤭💖

𝙉𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙖, 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣 🫡

Your eyes crack open tiredly as a warm hand runs up and down your naked back lovingly. A small grin washes over your lips as you meet the eyes of your scarred, red-headed lover, and you can't help but groggily joke out,

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.”

Kid snickers, rolling his eyes as he leans down to lick a stripe up your cheek. You grimace and give a, “Eugh, Kid what the fuck?” as a chuckle reverberates in his chest. You lazily reach a hand out to slap against his chest when he suddenly bites down on your shoulder, clearly in a mood and you give a heavy sigh before crawling up his naked form and laying yourself across it.

“You're in a mood, ain’tcha?” You grumble, peppering a few kisses against his jawline as one of your hands runs through his messy locks. “You got me movin’ and everythin’, and I'm not even awake yet.”

Kid rumbles a sound of agreement in his chest, though he still doesn't say anything. His flesh hand runs up and down your back again as you curl into his arm a little more. After a few moments of silence, you lift your head up and ask, “What's going on?”

You're surprised when he looks off to the side sheepishly, an irritated grimace on his face as he finally gets out, “What would you want for your birthday, if you could have anything?”

You narrow your eyes at him, brows furrowed slightly as you ask, “Where's this coming from?” You idly remember Reck and UK asking you the same thing last night, but from how much they'd made you drink with them, you can barely remember what you'd answered with.

“I mean, I have everything I need-”

Kid cuts you off, “Nah, not something you need, something that you could have no matter the price, no matter how long it would take to get it, what would it be?”

He stares back down at you, your gaze switching from scarred eye to non, confusion rising in your chest as you asked, “Kid, where the fuck is this coming from? You're kinda worrying me.”

He narrows his own eyes at you in disbelief. “Worrying you? Why? I'm just fuckin’ curious, now fuckin’ tell me.” He digs his fingers into your side, pulling a surprised squawk from you and you retaliate by slapping his chest again, this time a little harder.

“I just-”

“Ah! Don't fuckin’ lie, just tell me what your heart says.”

You frown at him and bark out, “I already have everything I want, right fucking here!” You press your palms into his chest before sliding them up to his shoulders, giving him a slight shake as you continue, “This! You! Right here! This is what I want for my birthday!”

A wicked grin washed over his face as he practically purrs out, “My sweet Sugar, that's all I wanted to hear.” He pulls you into an almost demanding kiss as his hand slides down to your leg and pulls it up over his hips so your naked core is pressed against his erection.

You hum softly, grinding down on him slightly before you ask, “Why were you so adamant about hearing that?”

Kid nips at your bottom lip before murmuring genuinely, “UK asked you last night, and you said, “Kid is all I want. He's my present and it's a gift to wake up next to him every day.” I just… wanted to hear you say it to me.”

Your eyes watered slightly as a soft, “Aww…” rose from your lips only for Kid to roll his eyes with a huff and burning cheeks as he captured your lips again, murmuring against them, “You've got me, Shugs. You'll always have me, and you'll always be mine.”

Your heart feels like it could explode right then and there, and you can't help but stare up at him with loving eyes as you pull away enough to reply, “I love you, Eustass.”

Said redhead grins in response, nipping at your bottom lip before he whispers, “Love ya babe. Always.” He slides into you with a butterfly groan, your own moan echoing in harmony with his as he claims you once more. “Happy birthday, beautiful.”

#mandies mumbles ; fanfics #Eustass Kid #kid x reader #eustass x reader #birthday fic #gift ; 🍊#happy birthday my beautiful amazing wonderful suga suga !!! i love you so so much #every damn day i step closer to becoming a kid pirate girlie for good #law if you see this... no you dont #ok to rb #comments and reblogs appreciated but not required ! 💖💖#we love Eustass Kid in this house

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mylovesstuffs · 24 days ago

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FRI(END)S - Kim Taehyung

Genre: Non-idol au, bestfriends to lovers and romance

Pairing: Taehyung × fem!reader

Content: Love, comfort, slightest bit of angst, mutual pining, best friends in love, confession scene, domestic setting, fluff , bestfriend!taehyung, kiss and sweet physical intimacy (non-explicit)

Content Warning: Emotional vulnerability (e.g., fear of rejection, discussing insecurities), mild angst (e.g., tension in the confession scene, fear of losing the friendship), other than these there's no explicit content or heavy themes requiring further warnings

Word count: 2.04k+

A/N: Happiest birthday to our winter bear 🐻 we love you so much! I hope he's doing well in the military. I wonder if Jin and J-Hope will visit Tannies today. Also, I've made Joshua's oneshot for his birthday too so check that out as well.

And you were there on my lonely nights keeping me together, so wouldn't it make sense if I was yours and you could call me your baby? But we say we're just friends...just for now

You were no stranger to this room—the familiar scent of sandalwood mixed with hints of citrus lingered in the air. Taehyung had a thing for candles, and his apartment reflected that in abundance. Still, you hadn’t expected to find yourself here again, tucked under his favorite beige blanket while he strummed absentmindedly humming a tune that had yet to find its lyrics.

Your weekend plans were supposed to include lounging in your sweats, binge-watching some show you’d forgotten the name of. But one text—

“Come over, love.”

—and you were already slipping on your shoes and heading to his place.

It had always been like this with Taehyung. He was your best friend, your partner-in-crime, your favorite constant since 2009, when you first met in your awkward teenage glory. But somewhere along the way, lines had blurred, and your heart had started to ache in ways that best friends’ hearts shouldn’t.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, realizing your eyes had been fixed on the curve of his lips as he sang softly. He stopped playing and tilted his head, those dark brown eyes searching yours.

“I wasn’t staring,” you said defensively,“Your voice was just…nice.”

His brows raised, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Nice? That’s all I get? Should I be offended?”

“Fine,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “Your voice is stupidly amazing. Happy now?”

He chuckled, a sound that wrapped around you like a warm hug. “Much better.”

The evening rolled on like it always did between you two. Comfortable. Easy. He made you tea while you ranted about your coworkers, calling one of them a "walking HR violation," which made him nearly choke on his laughter. It was moments like these—normal, mundane moments—that always made you question how this wasn’t something more.

When he returned with your tea, he sat beside you, closer than necessary but not close enough to feel like too much. His knee bumped yours, and neither of you moved away. He sipped his tea quietly, but his eyes lingered on you as you spoke. You always had his full attention.

“You know,” he began after a moment, his voice soft yet tinged with something you couldn’t quite place, “you really should stop wasting your energy on them. They don’t deserve you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true,” he countered, leaning back against the couch but never breaking his gaze. “You’re too good for people like that. Too good for a lot of things, actually.”

You raised an eyebrow, your lips twitching in amusement. “Careful, Tae. People might think you actually like me or something.”

He didn’t laugh. Instead, his expression softened, his smile faltering just so slightly, and the air between you shifted. “What if I do?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the weight in his tone and not processing what he had just said. “Huh?”

“What if I do?” he repeated, his voice steadier this time but still so tender, “Like you. What if I’ve liked you all along?”

You stared at him, the tea in your hands growing colder by the second as you tried to process his words. “Tae…”

“Why do you always show up when I call?” he followed up to maybe urge you to think, there's no teasing edge to his voice.

“Now, what kind of question is that? You’re my best friend, Tae...Of course, I’m going to show up.”

He set his mug down with a sigh. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his sweater—a tell you’d learned meant he was nervous and slightly frustrated. “That’s the thing,” he said, his eyes meeting yours. “You’re always here. And I’m always calling you because I—” He stopped, running a hand through his hair as if searching for the right words, “I don’t think I want to just be your best friend anymore.”

You blinked at him, unsure if you’d heard him right again—questioning your hearing ability, “What?”

“You don’t have to say anything,” his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was light, fleeting, but it sent a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the tea. “I just… I need you to know. You’ve always been there for me, even when no one else was. And I can’t keep pretending that this—us—feels like just friendship.”

Your breath hitched as his words sank in. You wanted to say something, to tell him you felt the same, but the lump in your throat wouldn’t let you.

“I know it’s scary,” he continued, his hand lingering near your face before he pulled it back, resting it on his knee. “And I know it could change everything. But doesn’t it make sense? After all these years, after everything… doesn’t it make sense for us to be more?”

You want to tell him that it does make sense, it always has but nothing comes out of your mouth.

After you don't say anything at all, he let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. “Forget I said anything—”

“No,” this time you voiced out interrupting him, now placing your mug down too and leaning closer. “Say it again.”

Shocked, his eyes searched yours, filled with a mixture of fear and hope. “I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I don’t think I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

Then the room fell silent, the weight of his final confession settling like a soft, undeniable truth in the air. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing in the quiet room. His words replayed in your mind, intertwining with memories of the past—every stolen glance, every touch that seemed to hold a deeper meaning, every late-night conversation that left you wondering what if. You thought of those moments when the lines between friendship and something more blurred so effortlessly, leaving you breathless and confused. Now, with his words hanging between you, it all made sense—every laugh, every comfort he offered on your loneliest days, every unspoken feeling tucked into the corners of your shared history. And suddenly, the weight of it wasn’t heavy at all. It felt like coming home.

“Tae,” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, concern etched across his face.

“Because I’m an idiot,” you said, letting out a watery laugh. “I’ve felt the same way, but I was too scared to say anything.”

He stared at you, his lips parting slightly as if trying to process your words. Then, in one swift movement, he closed the distance between you, pulling you into a hug so tight it felt like he was trying to hold you together from breaking.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he murmured against your hair, his voice breaking slightly.

“Because I was afraid that my feelings won't be reciprocated, you'll drift away,” you admitted, your hands clutching the back of his sweater. “I didn't want to lose you.”

“You could never lose me,” he said firmly, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His thumbs brushed away the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Not in this lifetime, love.”

Love.

His gaze flicked to your lips, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. Then, with a soft, “Can I?” he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was everything you hadn’t known you’d been waiting for.

It was warm and gentle, like a promise whispered in the quiet of dawn—a promise that neither of you had spoken aloud, but both had been carrying in your hearts for years. His hands cradled your cheeks with a tenderness that made your chest ache, the pads of his thumbs brushing against your skin to reassure himself that this moment was real. He held you close, but not too tight, as if giving you room to pull away if you wanted. You didn’t pull away. You couldn’t. Instead, you leaned into him, your heart racing yet somehow feeling entirely at peace. Your fingers found their way to his hair, threading through the soft, messy strands. The texture of it under your fingertips, the subtle way he shivered at your touch, sent warmth coursing through you.

You tugged him closer, closing the last fragile inches between you until there was no space left, no room for doubt or hesitation. His lips moved against yours slowly, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to memorize the shape of you. Every touch felt deliberate, every movement careful, pouring years of unspoken feelings into this one kiss.

It was vulnerable not desperate. His breath mingled with yours, shaky and uneven, but it made you feel grounded, like you belonged right there in his arms. The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the quiet hum of his presence, the soft brush of his lips, and the steady thrum of your heartbeat that seemed to echo his own.

When he finally pulled back, just an inch, his forehead rested against yours. His breathing was ragged, his gaze still heavy-lidded and vulnerable. But the way he looked at you—made you feel like the most loved person in the world.

“So,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips, “does this mean we’re putting the end in friends?”

You laughed, swatting his arm lightly. “That was terrible.”

“Yeah, but it made you laugh,” he said, grinning.

Later that night, after he’d handed you a bouquet of flowers he’d somehow hidden in his kitchen, because of course, the hopeless romantic that he was—you found yourself back on his couch. His arm was draped lazily over your shoulders, pulling you just close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body pressing into yours.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting golden hues across his sharp features. His thumb traced absentminded circles over your shoulder, sending gentle sparks up your spine. You tilted your head to glance at him, and the smile on his lips was crooked, almost shy and then his boxy smile, but his eyes told a different story, a gaze so deep and intent that it left you breathless.

“You’re staring,” you teased softly, though your own eyes lingered far longer than than him.

“Can you blame me?” he murmured, his voice low and warm, tinged with that deep timbre that always seemed to melt you.

You felt your cheeks heat under the weight of his gaze, and before you could respond, he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours in a touch so soft it almost wasn’t there. His free hand moved to your knee, his fingers resting lightly but firmly, like he was testing the waters.

“Taehyung,” you whispered, his name falling from your lips like a secret you weren’t sure you were supposed to say.

He chuckled quietly, the sound rumbling against your skin as he shifted just a little closer. “Hmm?”

“I can hear your heart racing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, it’s racing,” he admitted, his smile widening just enough to make your stomach flutter. “But so is yours.”

His words hung in the air, a quiet challenge wrapped in sweetness, and without thinking, you leaned into him, resting your head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, grounding, and as you closed your eyes, his lips pressed a feather-light kiss to your hairline.

“You know,” he began softly, his voice dripping with a teasing undertone, “I think I’m going to keep hiding flowers around the house. Just so I have an excuse to see that look on your face again.”

You laughed, your voice muffled against his shirt, and he tightened his hold on you, “that's ridiculous.”

“Is it? I think you'll love it every time,” he countered, grinning as his hand slid to gently tilt your chin up, his eyes locked on yours. You didn’t deny it. How could you, when being there, wrapped in his arms, felt like the most natural thing in the world?

Friends don't say words that make friends feel like more than just friends, just for now...now I'm over pretending, so let's put the end in friends ~ FRI(END)S

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