#I want the friends to lovers route pls

[cxffee-addxct]

Do you have a girlfriend?

Nope!

I haven’t had a partner since I was 18 lmao

I did go on a date last Wednesday but I don’t think it’ll go anywhere. He was really sweet and we clicked but I’m not really sure I want to be in a relationship right now

[biteyoubiteme]

mango flavored.

yeonjun x fem!reader

synopsis: yeonjun and you work at rival companies and he’s always looking for a way to prove you wrong.

warnings: 🔞!!! yeonjun and reader pick on each other, rivals to lovers, mentions of fingering, unprotected sex, pull out method used, choking (f!rec), handjob, mirror sex, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 3.1k

an: posting early because I can't keep anything in my drafts thats done and if I look at it too much I wont like it. also this one kinda got away from me it was supposed to be hate sex but I don't think it really turned out like that lol so sorry about that and also more rivals to lover and not enemies to lovers ;-; forgive me pls feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]

this is apart of my mini kinktober event check out the other fics here! [dumdum m.list]

It had only been a summer since you had last seen yeonjun and you would have been better if it had been longer. Even just thinking of the last event the two of you had attended together made your blood boil. both of you sneering at each other waiting for your cars, “I mean the numbers aren't looking too hot for you, down two percent in just the last quarter,” 

you had rolled your eyes arms crossed as you cursed the valet for being so slow, “well some of us don’t fudge the numbers to make our company look good,” 

his scoff was stone cold, “If you think- no I'm not even going to tolerate that accusation,” his hands shoved deep into his pockets, jaw tight. 

“Then don’t start with me,” you had fallen into silence, both of you having fought all night. Every time you tried to rub elbows with another firm, Yeonjun was right at your side trying to wedge himself into the conversation, to steal anyone away who was willing to talk to you. 

This late after the event you couldn’t think of anything better than going home as soon as possible and yet your car still wasn’t here; Neither was his. 

“I'm so sorry for the inconvenience but it seems there is a problem with one of our cars,” the valet states, their hands folded apologetically in front of them, “we only have the one left unless you’re willing to wait forty minutes. We did check the routes and both of you seem to live on the same street and if you’re willing-“ 

“no,” you start at the same time yeonjun says, “That’s fine,” 

“I don’t think I’d be able to survive a car ride with you, you’d take up all the air,” the valet looked mildly uncomfortable as yeonjun and you stared each other down. 

“well if you’re willing to wait then by all means don’t let me stop you,” 

"I am not waiting,” you would call someone before you let yeonjun watch you stand here in his rearview mirror feeling like he won the night. 

“Well I’m not waiting so suck it up,” you huff a humorless laugh at the way he waves you away. “we will take the car it's fine,” 

“We will compensate you both for the inconvenience we are so so sorry,” the valet apologizes wanting to be done with the situation.

“it’s okay we’re friends,” his cocky grin adds to your annoyance. 

“the day i’m friends with you is the day you’re sucking up to me after my company absorbs yours,” 

“Please we both know it will be the other way around,” 

you don’t even try to fight back, you're too tired from the day ready to get the ride over with so that you can cozy up in your apartment and think about anything else besides yeonjun. For the short car ride you could play nice. You didn’t even say anything when he was quick to get Into the car first. Both of your companies always rented out the same car place after events that had drinking involved. The sleek blacked-out suvs provided layers of privacy from the outside in. The divider separating the front and back seat when closed made the back seat seem like you were truly secluded, important calls could be made without the driver hearing so long as you made sure the window was closed. The driver wasn’t able to see into the back unless it was open. It wasn’t an ideal place to be seated next to someone you didn’t like. 

“The pavilion is first for drop off. Does that work for you two?” the driver asks both of you nodding as he closes the divider leaving the two of you in complete silence. 

“When did you move into the pavilion? If I had known we were neighbors I would have sent a basket of something,"Yeonjun asks, sitting back and getting comfortable for the drive, his legs spread knee knocking yours. 

“Only a month ago so if you’re still handing out gifts i’d like you to keep it so I’m not indebted to you in any way,” 

“I’ve seen the penthouse layout the place is huge you couldn’t possibly be sharing that whole space alone,” 

“if that is some way of asking me if I have a partner-“  

he cuts you off. “I was asking if you were going home to anyone or your vibrator because someone or something needs to work out the tension the stick up your ass gave you,” 

“you’re a fucking dick,” you roll your eyes 

“I’m just saying only uptight people don’t get laid maybe that’s your problem, you haven’t gotten off,”

“If you’re suggesting it be you to do it I’d rather go with the vibrator. i’m sure all the girls who find themselves in your bed fake it only because they don’t want to bruise your ego,” 

he laughs, “If you think I can’t get a girl off-“

“I would bet money, pretty boys like you don’t work too hard in the bedroom besides maybe a little nipple play but that’s only if you’re a boob guy,” 

“I’ll prove it,” 

Now you’re laughing, hand over your mouth to try and catch the sound but it keeps bubbling up, “What?” 

“I’ll prove it,” he repeats, shrugging like it’s nothing at all.

“Okay prove it then,” and he was digging in his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He pushed open the divider and told the driver to do a couple laps around the street leaving him a few bills before shutting the two of you back into your bubble. 

You’ve never confessed to anyone what happened in the back of that car. Not even when you were a few drinks in with your friends and they giggled about their best orgasms. You kept your mouth shut and prayed you would never stumble across yeonjun again. 

It was hard to admit he was right. Even just thinking about the way he looked as you got out of the backseat, that grin so devilish before he licked your wetness clean from his fingers. You had egged him on and now you found it impossible to cum without thinking about the way he completely shattered your world. His breathy voice pressed right to your ear, “I want to hear you, I want to know just how good I’m making you feel,” how when you moaned he praised you, every “good girl,” adding to the build-up to your climax. Only now can you look back and hate on the moment because that was exactly what it was; a moment you desperately wanted to forget. No man, not even yeonjun deserved to have that moment hanging over your head. 

It was only the next day when someone in your company brought up his name and you hated how you felt yourself ache in remembrance. How even a week later you tried to sleep with someone else and they failed miserably to get you anywhere close to what yeonjun made you feel. At least not until you started to imagine it was him on top of you. Just that confession itself was enough to make you believe he ruined your life. It was always a good day when you could successfully push away that night from your memory. Then it was nighttime and flickers of that car ride flashed in your mind. Even your own hand down the front of your shorts couldn’t satisfy the craving. 

Anyone else and it would have been fine even if they were all you could think about but with yeonjun, he was the only competition you had at any other company in your field or at least a competitor that actually made your job worth the effort. If he wasn't there to beat there wasn't much to the day-to-day monotony. If anything it was annoying that he one upped you in something where the playing field was so uneven, if you wanted to match the score you would have to return the orgasm and speak about the fact that he had won in the first place. But you wouldn't be the one to bring it up even if the thought of sucking him off made your mouth water. 

For the past few events your companies have participated in you've missed meeting each other at least face on. Any across the room glances were quickly avoided; neither of you looking out for the other. Even this late into the night with so many people already leaving you've yet to stumble across yeonjun. The event hall was loosely filled with people waiting for cars instead of making their way outside to wait, the early fall breeze already setting in. Everyone you've needed to impress tonight is gone giving you the excuse to sit at the bar without worrying people hovering. 

Stirring your drink you watch the way the ice clinks against the glass, the faint music covering up the sound of yeonjun sitting down on the leather stool next to yours.

“Are you avoiding me?” the question just on the edge of teasing. You don’t even have to look up to know he’s smirking.

“no,” but even if the one word comes out confident, your pulse is hammering. 

“hum, you know for a second my feelings were a little hurt but then I thought about how embarrassed you must feel,” 

you finally turn to look at him, his suit tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck, hair uncut since the last time you saw him this close. “Embarrassed? In all the updated stats I've widened the margins between us. you should be embarrassed,” 

“my mind has just been so preoccupied thinking about how embarrassing it would be to cum in under three minutes,” 

all the blood rushes to your face, not because it’s anything to be embarrassed about but because it’s brought the image right back to you. Your nails digging into his forearm, knees trying to press together as you came. His lips right against your ear, that breathy, ‘look at that,’ still haunts your dreams. and it wasn't only once, he kept going, the heel of his palm pressed right against your clit, ‘too easy I'm sure I could get two more out of you,’ 

it’s like he can see right into your mind, follow the scene like a script he had memorized. “Just like I said that night, I hate you,” you toss your drink back, not even bothering to push in your seat when you stand. 

“Nooo, don't go now,” he chuckles and you roll your eyes. He’s matching you step for step making sure not to leave you alone. 

“my cars out front,” you lie not caring that you can see the exit and clearly empty parking lot. 

“Perfect I needed a ride and you look like the perfect one to do it,” 

you can’t help but laugh, stopping in your tracks making him bump into you, “as if I would put in that much effort to please you,” 

“I'd just let you use me,” he shoves his hands into his pockets, “I'm sure you would get a kick out of that,” 

“if you want to sleep with me you'd have to do all the work but if you thought I came ‘embarrassingly’ quick,” you roll your eyes “I'd hate to think about how long you would last,” 

“If I want to sleep with you? So it’s my choice?” his brows raised lips teasing a small grin. 

“I don’t think it would go well,” you’re stalling trying to think of every reason why it was a bad idea to sleep with him. If he had already ruined sex for you without trying if he did put in the effort you’re sure you would never be able to look back. You wanted him, needed him, and yet he was the worst possible option in terms of survival. You would never get over him. 

“I can last, I can even prove it,” your eyes go to his lips, watching the way his tongue peeks out to wet them. 

“We shouldn’t,” 

“I didn’t ask if we should I offered to prove you wrong or if you’re lucky prove you right then you could hold it over me,” 

he wanted you desperately to say yes, knew he shouldn’t, and still couldn’t help himself. His memories of that night did little to satisfy him anymore, he needed the real thing. Every night since he could hear the way you whimpered, craved to feel you clenching his fingers again. 

“Fine, prove it,” and you don’t think he actually will, not here at least but he’s grabbing your hand leading you to the furthest bathroom in the building. 

You hardly have time to process what's happening between the twist of the lock and his mouth on yours. "We shouldn't be doing this," you mutter breathlessly between kisses.

“then tell me to stop, tell me to leave you alone," but his words meant nothing to you as your hands worked on his belt. His lips trailing down your jaw, teeth scratching down your neck. 

The restroom is a single stall with little space for two to move around much, and the mirror and sink are right in front of the door. You can see yourself in the reflection pressed against the door, yeonjun sloppily kissing over your pulse. When you slip your hand into his pants, fisting his hardening cock. His moan is pressed right against your collarbone, his hand pressed right next to your head using the door to steady himself. You can feel precum starting to bead up and you swipe it up with your thumb. You give a few loose tugs watching the way he reacts, his lashes fluttering as you circle your fingers over his tip. 

“Now look at that, you really do know how to be quiet. Who knew this was all it took,” you tease free hand reaching up to pull on his tie. His head dips until his nose is brushing yours, mouth open in a silent gasp. 

His free hand slips right past your waistband, slim fingers finding your clit with ease. Your hand tightens on his tie and he gives a throaty chuckle at your gasp, your brows coming together as you try not to make any more sounds. 

“no, I told you last time I wanted to hear you, I need to hear you,” his precise circles on your clit give him exactly what he wants, and you’re unable to keep your whimpers to yourself. He is no better off with his hips bucking forward into your hand, every little noise of his caught on your lips. If you kept up the pace you were at he definitely wouldn't last long, every brush over his sensitive tip was making his knees want to fold. 

yeonjun had dreamed about his fingers slipping through your slick again, tasting you, even watching you slam the door as you left; his laugh mixing in with your flustered i hate you. he went through every event fighting the images of that night. But tonight was enough to break him with you dressed in the same skirt you wore then, the fabric smoothed down right over your ass. He wasn’t strong enough to turn away. 

Pulling his hand away from the door he reached down to stop your movements needing a fighting chance to last. 

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock, do you think you can take it?” and you’re nodding following him to the sink. 

The two of you in the mirror look disheveled, lips slightly swollen from the kissing. “I’m kinda glad we don’t work together because I don’t know how I would get work done sitting across from someone this distracting,” his hand slides down the back of your thigh before he lifts your leg. with one hand bracing yourself on the countertop your other goes to the back of your knee to keep it in place while he pushes your panties to the side. 

yeonjun wastes no time in running the head of his cock through your folds, taking the time to slap his tip on your clit making you jerk back against him. “if you don’t-“ but you’re cut off by the stretch of taking him in even an inch, your words caught in your throat as he watches your reaction in the mirror. 

“hum? What was that?” he asks with a cocky grin looking right back at you, his hands wrapping around your waist, as he pushes all the way in. 

The angle has him pressed deep inside you, far enough to make your thighs shake.  your head falls forward as he starts to thrust, hips knocking against yours pushing you further to the countertop. “fuck- you feel so good,” 

The praise makes you clench around him, his moan echoing in the small space. He pulls out almost all the way before snapping his hips back against you the force sends you down to your elbow. 

yeonjun wants to see your face, needs to see the way you come undone for him again. Taking one of his hands he loosely wraps it around your throat guiding you back up to lean against his chest. “Look at us, look at the way you’re taking my cock, don’t we look good together?” his mouth is right next to your ear as he asks, his fingers tightening enough to feel every vibration from your moans. 

“Are you going to cum for me? I wanna feel it,” the hand on your hip goes to your clit helping the build up of your climax. You can’t even form words to reply before you’re falling over the edge. 

yeonjun has to slow his pace as you cum, your gummy walls sucking him in as he helps you ride out your high. He has to drop his hand from around your throat when he pulls out giving the last few tugs on his cock before he spills hot streams of cum on the back of your skirt. 

“I think I won,” he smiles, watching you stand up straight catching each other's gaze in the mirror after you’ve come down for your highs. 

Although you know he’s right you roll your eyes turning your hip so that he can see the mess he’s made. “this was one of my good skirts,” 

“Whatever,” he shrugs, hand coming back up to your neck and tugging your mouth to his kissing you sweetly like he hadn’t just rearranged your organs. “just bill me for the dry cleaning, and next time i’ll just make sure I get you nice and full so you won’t complain,”

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[mskinkyafro]

I’m sorry but those who wish/want Sean as li in S3 of THTH I REALLY don’t understand. Like trying to frame him as either enemies to friends to lover or friends to lover route is INSANE.

Like that man is ugly. He looks like a frat bro Steve Martin. Second, he is giving major red pill podcaster who hates women.

Also everytime he gets angry and possessive, I’m like this man needs to GO. Nothing about his behavior screams, “wow Mc just needs to dig deeper and peel back his layers” or “Wow he just needs someone to support him.”

That man needs therapy, some Jesus, and to get the fuck on. Not someone to fix him or take on the weight of babying his fragile toxic male ego.

I can’t wait for when we can tell him about himself bc ever since he had the nerve to say that shit to Julian, I was ready to pop off. Like he clearly is meant to be an antagonist. Which is fine, here for it bc there are people like that. But to romance and “fix him”. Y’all STAND UP…there’s better written tropes or better written ways to write him if they wanted you to love him. 😩🥴🤷🏾‍♀️

Now if Sean was like another popular contestant that multiple people wanted and we were his direct rival as fave person THAT would be interesting for enemies to lovers or even whatever traits you select he is the opposite, then we’re cooking. But as is? Pls that ugly man can go somewhere.

[sexysadie23]

spoiler alert, i repeat: spoiler alert.

please continue to scroll if you have not yet watched OBX4 Part 2. Do not check these comments. IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO ADD PLS COMMENT x

People are saying that JJ’s death and Rafe breaking up with Sofia could lead to Riara finally manifesting on screen.

Reasons why this wouldn’t happen:

1. I genuinely believed that Rafe loved and still loves Sofia and doubt their story is over. I hope it’s not; I really ship them!! They are a beautiful couple and not even Kiara could bring that soft side out of him.

2. JJ died. Kiara would NOT move on so fast and especially not with Rafe (someone JJ hated severely).

3. Kie has been genuinely SCARED of Rafe. A lot of people think those scenes are sexual tension but you can see the fear in her eyes to the point where she grabs a knife.

4. Kie knows her friends HATE Rafe but [see point 6 in the next section]

5. Kiara will be too focused on revenge.

however

Reasons why this COULD happen:

1. Kiara may go into self destruct mode and feel like she needs to fill that gaping hole JJ left.

2. Not canon (yet?) but with all the evidence, in that Rafe is constantly ONLY forgiving Kiara and is ONLY nice to her, they may have had a past on her Kook Year. Just a theory!

3. Rafe is angry by nature, and Kiara is going to be angry after JJ’s death. He may let her lean into that side of herself because he does that all the time, she might even feel comfortable to be angry around him. however I am sure the other pogues are angry, but Kie seems to be on a bloodhunt. She may go dark and he will probably be the only one to understand.

4. Rafe was the FIRST to agree to go to Lisbon and get Chandler Groff. Everyone else questioned it, but he said what she was thinking before she even had the chance to say it.

5. Also we know that Jiara partly came to fruition because of the fans shipping them, so maybe the show runners have seen the Riara theories and decided to “give the fans what they want”??? Although I wouldn’t say every fan wants this for the reasons I listed above.

6. Rafe is definitely getting a redemption arc (I am so happy but also scared because it means he might die. Like why do shows redeem a character and finally have us route for them just to kill them? Although I don’t think he will die for some reason.)

7. Both of their relationships ended, leaving a path for them to idk find each other?? Sarah and John B have each other as well as Cleo and Pope on their way to Lisbon. I know most of them are friends but Kiara may seek to end her loneliness?

8. I really hope it doesn’t happen soon but most characters whose lover dies (Ie Rick with Laurie and Michonne in The Walking Dead) have to move on eventually. We can’t expect them to stay single forever so PERHAPS if there was a time jump (even at the s5 end perhaps), along with Rafe’s redemption arc, they could be together. I doubt they would put Kiara with some random guy. If she were to find love again it would be with someone we know from the show.

However I doubt this will happen again because the show might end pogue style with friendship and family at the forefront rather than romance. As I wrote the sentence before THOUGH: another thought popped up. Rafe will be the uncle to Sarah’s baby and Kiara will be the ‘aunt’ so maybe if the ending is all about family, maybe they will come together?? Rafe’s redemption would have to be REALLY good though.

9. Kie literally saved Rafe on that boat???

10. The show creators said ON VIDEO that they never thought about Riara until the fans brought up their chemistry and that they found it “so wrong it is almost right”???? Helloooo??

I hope none of these^ are true though because I love Rofia.

then again Sofia might have just been used as a way to move the plot forward to get Rafe in the position where he needs to go with the Pogues.

Any thoughts??

[svmjaeyvn]

love maze, s.jy.

chapter two pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)

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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.

synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.

or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.

contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!

a/n: hello~ i’ve never been a tumblr girly but i have went through my w*ttpad era back in 2018 so bare with me y’all. this will be a series but not that long (i hope) so pls look forward to it. warning tags will be placed before each “chapter” to specify what to expect. pls pls reblog and interact, i’d love to have feedback and see what your thoughts are. okay! yay, for now enjoy and thank you sm :D

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CHAPTER TWO: INTOXICATING

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word count: 1.9k

warnings: alcohol, partying, mentions of yeonjun for funzies, jake thinking with his dick even after what just happened so sort of questionable???

a/n: bare with me i’m trying to build the plot a little bit

YOU DIDN’T KNOW how you ended up back at the frat house. Truly, the party was in full swing and after dealing with the encounter that you did, it would've made the most sense to go home and cry it all out, maybe eat some ice cream for dinner and watch a few romcoms. But that wasn't the case due to Yunjin sending you a text saying how she wouldn't be coming home for the night, the date seemingly going well and you didn't have it in you to ruin her night by telling her of yours.

Thus, uncomfortable with being left alone, you opted to go the other route and surround yourself with as many people as possible. Though, the boys hadn't wandered far, keeping you in sight at all times and Jay particularly staying by your side no matter how many times you told him to still enjoy himself knowing how much of a social butterfly he was a majority of the time. Your work uniform was disregarded in his room, changed into a spare pair of flare jeans and lacy top to fit in with the party, courtesy of the few clubbing nights you went to with him and ended up spending the night, leaving your clothes in his dirty laundry after stealing large hoodies and sweats.

All bad things could be washed away with alcohol, or so they said. Thus, you were on your fourth round of shots in the last 30 minutes with a random group who made their way in the kitchen, never one to have been a lightweight but typically better at timing your drinking. Jay was growing particularly antsy by your actions, knowing you were acting out of the need to forget but he didn't want to let you drink irresponsibly.

"Why don't you slow down a bit, yeah teeny?" Jay asks, leaned close to your ear for you to hear over the loud blaring of music. Attempting to take away the can of Twisted Tea, something you typically hated by the taste but tonight didn't seem to care, while you pull it back with a pointed look.

"I'm fine," You emphasize, words clear and steady, the alcohol not hitting you yet much to your relief. Glancing around, you make eye contact with the umpteenth girl who had been shooting daggers your way for keeping Jay occupied thus far. "If you don't go away I'm gonna end up getting jumped tonight by your fangirls," You add with a small snort.

Jay followed your gaze, turning to the girl who's face morphed from a glare into a sickenly sweet smile as she waved at him with a bite of her lip, attempting to be seductive but he merely snorts at the gesture. "Pretty sure she got chlamydia from a dude in the drama department,"

You scrunched up your nose, finding the information one you didn't need to know. "At least you know better than to fuck anyone that offers," Taking a long sip of your drink once more, the slight burn in your throat becoming easier to bare. "Alright, I'm gonna go dance. You go do anything else,"Jay shakes his head almost immediately causing you to send him a bored look. "I'm fine dude, honest. You need to stop worrying so much. Nothing actually happened,"

"You're not in the right headspace," He protests but you let out a small snort.

"Jesus, dude, you act like an overprotective brother,"

"I am!" Jay defends while you shake your head.

"We're not even related!" You shoot back but his jaw drops in offense.

"We were born a week apart, our moms have been friends since high school. We're basically twins, I know you better than yourself," He lists off, deeply concerned by the way you were disregarding your twins in another life theory that your families always joked of since you were young.

"I'm definitely not your twin, you know why?" You start, standing up from the kitchen island with a small smirk playing at your lips. Your head began to feel fuzzy, the start of your buzz coming and the tension from earlier leaving you slowly but surely. "I'm hotter," You finish, a cocky look playing at your features while Jay rolls his eyes.

"Right, and which one of us gets laid?"

"Hey!" You hiss, waggling a finger in his direction. "I don't hook up by choice. Y'all are nasty,"

"And because you're a hermit who doesn't see the light of day," He snickers causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

Decidedly having enough of the banter, you merely spin on the heels of your feet. "Bye Jay!" You call over your shoulder making your way toward the living room which was lively and loud, body's meshed together and dancing to whatever song that was blaring through the speakers that sounded through the house.

Jay let out a sigh of defeat, pulling out his phone to do a headcount of where everyone was. Thankfully, Heeseung and Jake were in the general area you were, him asking them to keep an eye on you for the time being and getting a thumbs up in response.

Heeseung was on the dance floor, a random girl he never met before tonight swaying herself pressed up against his hips. He looked lively, a few more shots in and just wanting to mess around for the time being. You spotted the tall boy momentarily in the jumble of people who nodded over to you ensuring that you were okay, a nod you returned reassuring him and he took it as enough to go back to his business.

Meanwhile, Jake was on the sidelines, leaned up against the wall as he spotted you the moment you walked over. Far too caught up with the events from earlier, he found it hard to enjoy himself, feeling partially sorry for you but also having an unpleasant pit in his stomach, not necessarily angry but he couldn't exactly pinpoint it.

He continued to sip at the cup of punch Jungwon had conducted up, only drinking it due to how excited the younger boy was of his creation but it was entirely too strong for anyone to stomach more than one cup.

His eyes continued to glance over you, taking in each of your curves that was showed off by the tightness of your jeans. They hugged your ass in the right places, emphasizing the perky shape before beginning to flare out from the knee down. The lacy black top was cropped, showing a good portion of your stomach due to the mid rise of your pants, the deep v-plunge neckline providing more to the imagination in seeing your breast that were pushed up with your bra. The shiny gleam that came off of your naval piercing catching Jake by surprise, having to do a double take to ensure he was seeing things correctly.

You were attractive, that was obvious enough. Although slightly shameful, he couldn't help but rake his eyes over you, thoughts filling his head imagining what it would be like to have you under him, staring up with that daze-y doe eyed look that would make him bend to of any of your desires.

But there was a problem with that. He wasn't the only one with eyes, able to see you and the way you swayed your body to the music, your tiny waist and full thighs that he wanted to die between if so lucky. Jake took note of the few guys who's glances began to wander toward you, even ones who had already claimed their fuck buddies for the night and danced alongside them all while drooling at you who danced by yourself.

He watched as a familiar face make his way toward you. Choi Yeonjun, cool dude to be friends with, horrible guy to date. His reputation preceded him in more ways than one, notorious for stringing girls along week by week and the worst part was they knew of his doings. It was embarrassing how they fought to be his newest toy for the day, a sort of achievement to the girls he's strung along to say they've ticked hooking up with Yeonjun off their list.

Yeah, not happening. Jake didn't know if it was due to him still feeling protective due to you unintentionally calling him for help, or rather the more sinful thoughts that passed through his head moments ago and not wanting to sit and watch you to become a new trophy to a guy like Choi Yeonjun.

Picking himself up from where he was leaned back, Jake took a large swig of his now lukewarm concoction of liquors. Weaving his way through the crowd, he pushes his way to you just as Yeonjun stops in front of your view.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, Jake leans close to your ear. "Go along with it," He whispers, catching you by surprise as you were previously engrossed by the music in your own little world, unaware that two of the most lusted over guys at the party were having a silent debate over you at the moment.

Feeling the alcohol now coursing through your bloodstream, you obliged by Jake's words. Continuing on without a word of protest, though you did take the red solo cup from his hand and took a sip from it as you adapted to dancing with him now. Scrunching up your nose upon the drink hitting your tongue, you look at Jake with an incredulous look of disgust in his beverage choices causing him to laugh.

"Jungwon made it," He explains with a small shrug, leaning dangerously close to your face as his breath lightly fanned against your lips. Peering over your shoulder, a small smirk plays at his features seeing as Yeonjun had disappeared from your sight, decidedly giving up on any sort of chance he was attempting to have with you for the night.

"It sucks," You respond back and yet still take another sip, this time longer as you quickly swallow it without time for it to settle on your tongue. Jake's smile turns into one of amusement, watching as you handled the alcohol as if it were nothing before you placed the cup back in his hold. "You either dance with me or go away, your pissing contest with that dude is over now,"

Jake raised a brow. "Pissing contest?"

"You know, marking territory that's not yours," You shoot back, a bored look sent to him as he sheepishly shrugs. "I don't need you being protective like Jay. For one, we barely know each other and two, I'm not that much of an idiot to hook up with Choi Yeonjun no matter how badly I need to get laid. So you either shut up and dance with me or you go away,"

Already rather blunt as it was, the second you got alcohol in your system you tended to be more unfiltered than necessary. Jake finds amusement in your confession but your eyes seem so certain. Though the slight gleam in them as you looked up caused his stomach to do a flip, one that caused him to not think clearly.

Jake didn't respond, instead his arm slips down from your shoulders down to your waist, snaking around and encasing your body against his own. A small smile perks at your lips, sighing blissfully at his lack of commentary and rather allowing you to do as pleased.

"Good choice," You mumble out, breath fanning against his neck as your arms lazily drape from his neck, brining your bodies dangerously close to one another though neither of you minded.

After all, having a little fun with a hot guy never hurt anyone, right?

[saleeba]

reward ; gabriel martinelli 🌟

summary ♡ after two beautiful goals during a match that you were unable to see in person, you decide to both apologise to and reward gabriel in your own special way.

pairing ♡ gabriel martinelli x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+ (minors dni), smut, established relationship, oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, sub!gabriel, domme!reader, mr martinelli being so adorably obedient, cum eating, unprotected sex (pls practise safe sex friends 🫶🏽), praise (m receiving), marking, riding, tit play, kissing, pet names galore, some (google translated >.<) portuguese

a/n ♡ i’m in my slut eraaaaa 🤭 honestly i wanted to go down the fluff route when it came to my pookie but smth came over me o_O i just know this man makes the prettiest sounds when he’s being sucked off i just know it!!!! anyway this goes out to the lovely anon who asked if i was gonna write for martinelli,, i hope this doesn’t disappoint!! this fic is set right after the arsenal v everton match that happened on march 1st so almost 2 months ago 😭 but i think bc bae scored twice it had to be the one <3 anyway hope u guys enjoyyy !!! as always pls lmk if u have any feedback <3 requests are temporarily closed as of now but they’ll open up right after i’m done with my current wips !! :D

[ meu amor = my love // linda = pretty girl // meu anjo = my angel ]

4-0. a formidable result. and the love of your life shares half the score with two spectacular goals.

you’ve been watching the match from your shared living room — work assignments long forgotten — biting your tongue at every slip and trip but buzzing with pure joy when the whistle eventually sounds, concluding arsenal’s victory over everton. you instinctively jump up from the sofa to grab your phone and send gabriel a congratulations text, a ritual that the two of you have unintentionally become accustomed to whenever you were unable to watch him play in person.

congrats baby i’m so proud of you ❤️

you text his phone, not expecting a reply anytime soon since he’s probably still in the dressing room celebrating the team’s win. you smile at the thought of him cheering and dancing with his teammates, the mere mental image sending flutters to your stomach. i am so fucking lucky. a second barely passes before your phone pings with a notification.

thank you meu amor, can’t wait to get home to you ❤️

gabriel’s response comes some minutes later — surprisingly fast in your opinion. not that you’re complaining because it gives you the chance to text him back without missing a beat.

well don’t be too late i want to celebrate with you 🥰

he replies with a simple but sincere ‘🫡❤️’ which makes you laugh audibly. you’re intentionally vague about what you mean exactly, quietly thankful that your charmingly innocent lover doesn’t poke you about how exactly the pair of you are going to celebrate the win together, and that you have the opportunity to take him by surprise when he arrives home later.

***

you’ve been mindlessly watching some late night trash television for over an hour or two, maybe even longer, you have no idea because the thought of giving gabriel what you’ve been wanting to give him is the only priority in your mind right now. you glance at the clock on the wall to help you out. 11:57 pm, it reads.

you contemplate texting gabriel once again, starting to miss his presence more and more as the seconds pass. the sound of keys and the front door closing pulls you from your thoughts.

not even a moment after he passes through the living door, you practically leap onto him, arms and legs wrapped around his body in a style not too dissimilar to that of a koala. gabriel chuckles, throwing his house keys onto the sofa-side table and steadying you by the waist, hands clasped together on your back.

“i missed you so much, you did so good, my wonderboy, i’m so so proud of you.” you leave what feels like a million kisses across his entire face, not even attempting to calm down your affection for him. gabriel just lovingly laughs at your antics and welcomes it all in, planting a big kiss on your lips when he finally gets the chance to.

“i missed you too, my love. winning would’ve been even better with you there, though.” he sits down on the sofa, your form still clinging onto him, making you slip yourself into his lap. in the days leading up to the game, you’d been extremely busy with work, suddenly up to your neck in deadlines and assignments which caused you to break your long streak of going to see gabriel play live.

“i know, sweetheart, i’m sorry,” the tiniest frown is momentarily painted on your face. you genuinely do feel bad for not being able to see him do what he loves doing the most at every given chance but what were you to do? casting the small sphere of guilt aside, you lean in to mumble against his full lips, voice low and dripping with desire. “let me make it up to you, hm?”

he responds with a bashful nod, eyes turning slightly wider, his gaze even more doe-like than usual. you move your head from his line of view to start plotting kisses down his tender neck, each one more hungrier than the previous, evoking small whiney moans from the footballer. settling on a spot at the base of his throat, you go on to bite at the surface before soothing it over with your tongue and sucking to see a small bruise forming. the vibrations of his heightening moans make you smile against his now splotchy skin.

stopping yourself from getting carried away with the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down from how good you’re making him feel, you climb down from his lap and stand up, extending your hand out towards him. “come on, baby,” you make a small ‘grabby-hand’ gesture. “i want to show you how proud i really am of you.”

gabriel doesn’t hesitate to pull himself to his feet which allows you to take him by the hand and lead the both of you to your shared bedroom, where you ask him to sit on the end of the bed. you say nothing more, letting the actions of your lips do all the silent talking as you leave a burning kiss on your lover’s mouth, one that goes on for a couple of minutes as neither of you want to let the other go, even if it’s for just a second.

“help me take these off you, baby.” you request, shifting your hands to his shorts where you snap the elastic band against his heated skin. he hikes his hips up at your words, letting you slide the material down his legs and off his body before tossing them over your shoulder. the only thing between you and gabriel’s growingly hard cock is the cotton of his black boxers straining against him.

you triallingly palm him through his underwear, cock twitching upon first touch and you take this as a signal to swipe off the acting barrier between what you desire, flinging that in some random corner of the bedroom too.

gabriel is almost writhing under your touch now, your fingers wrapping around his aching cock to give it a drop of relief. your thumb circles the tip where pre-cum pools around the orifice, spreading the thick fluid over his dark pink head.

“oh my god, please.” gabriel pants out, eyes squeezing shut when you kneel down between his parted legs and kiss the tip of his weeping cock a few times, pre-cum now being shared onto your lips.

“sshh, baby boy, let me take care of you,” you part your mouth to allow your tongue to swirl around it now, knowing that this much stimulation would have him whimpering for so much more. gabriel goes to touch your head for both leverage and relief but you lightly scold him with an ah ah ah before placing his hands on his thighs and telling him to keep them there. you knew he would’ve used them to guide your mouth to where he wanted otherwise but tonight, you’re the one in control — and you made sure to let him know. “try that again and we’ll stop whatever it is we’re doing, okay?” it’s a harmless warning really, because you know there’s no way you could ever say an absolute no to the boy when it comes to things like this, but you still smile appreciatively when he gives you a slow, coy nod.

“good boy.”

you swoop yourself down to capture the first few inches of his cock in your mouth, head moving easily along that particular area. he’s girthy for sure, but it’s his length that’s outstanding; lips stretching as you go lower on him, still struggling to take all of him in despite being with him for years and doing this an unfathomable amount of times. you set your tongue to work to make up for it though, laying it flat against his boner as you drag your head up to the top, lips still enveloping him. you don’t let go just yet as you opt to test yourself on how far you can truly go.

in one determined yet unbroken sweep, you push your mouth to the base of gabriel’s cock, gagging around him instantly as the tip is forced into the opening of your throat. the oscillations coming from you have him moaning deeply, his hands now gripping the sheets. you feel proud for being able to deepthroat him finally, for finding the fuel to do so off of how much you want to see him rewarded for doing so good in that match and for being able to make him sound like an absolute porn star.

you continue on relentlessly, without pausing for breath, just to hear the constant stream of his moans and heavy panting. the sounds cause shockwaves to flood your pussy, rapidly becoming so wet that you doubt you’ve ever been this drenched before. certainly not while being untouched. the bobbing of your head on his shaft gets faster too; you’re now needing him to finish and get what he’s so desperately been craving for, what you’ve been so desperately craving for ever since you got your mouth on him.

temporarily pulling off his cock, you go back to jerking it off and his sounds get even more lustful. “that’s it, baby boy, you’re doing so good for me,” you tap his cock against the flat of your tongue, slick and wet with how hard you’ve been working it on him and he throws his head back with a throaty groan. “god, you make the prettiest sounds, gabi.”

you return to stimulating his cock some more with your mouth, pulling off every few seconds or so — only very briefly — to tell him that you need his cum inside your mouth, that he’s allowed to make a mess on your face, and that your pussy is absolutely dripping with how fucking angelic he sounds right now. once you put your lips around him for the final time, almost swallowing his length again, gabriel switches up the pitch of his moans, signalling that he’s so close to what the two of you have been looking towards.

“ah, ah, amor, please,” his face is twisted in pure pleasure, his full lips separated to let every hefty breath out into the air, face burning with complete determination to orgasm. “i’m so close, please, i’m gonna cum.”

you’re listening to every syllable pour out of that kissable mouth of his, your own one acting unstoppable in its quest to make your lover cum for you. the sounds emitting from the both of you would be branded as utterly obscene if anyone heard them, your tongue and mouth creating the most vulgar slurping noises and gabriel virtually screaming at the top of his lungs at the sensation of you on his cock.

your head delivers one bob, two, nearly two and a half, before gabriel floods your mouth with his cum, the viscous fluid all warm and slightly salty along your tastebuds, voice sounding strangled and overwhelmed as he lets the loudest mewl you’ve possibly ever heard him make escape this throat. you pull off his tip with a pop, taking extra care not to spill a single droplet of his cum on the floor. gabriel pants heavily, chest heaving up and down, as you audibly swallow, giving the corner of your mouth a wipe to tuck a stray drop past your lips, not wanting to waste one bit.

you stand up, legs slightly stiff from being bent at the knees for so long, steadying yourself by grasping onto his shoulders, rubbing them along the toned muscles to soothe his breathing. if he were to be completely honest with you, your actions only sped his heartbeat up, the way your fingers dance across his skin causes it to erupt into a million goosebumps.

“you reckon you can give me another one, sweetheart?” another request falls upon his ears. your voice is relatively hoarse from sucking dick for some time but its tone is so saccharine, gabriel wouldn’t ever imagine denying you.

“anything for you, meu amor.”

your heart almost burst at that.

biting your lip to keep yourself from squealing over how fucking cute he is, you motion to the other end of the bed where plenty of plush pillows lay against the headboard, ushering him towards it. once you watch your lover situate himself where you want, you praise him with a good boy, as he sits with his back against the pillow pile, legs stretched out.

still at the foot end of the bed, you take a step back to make sure gabriel has your full body in view, as you come to the decision of giving him a mini show of you undressing yourself. starting with your bottom half, you turn to face away from him, bending over in the slightest angle, skilful fingers taking off your leggings and underwear in one go, and putting your ass on display. gabriel’s breathing accelerates when he catches sight of your pussy, the way it glistens in the room’s dim lighting making him gulp in a mixture of anticipation and excitement. mind so fixated on imagining the feeling of your tightness on his still sensitive cock, he doesn’t notice that you’re now back facing his awaiting form, hands unclasping your bra and discarding it beside you.

you smile across at him, crawling onto the bed before you land on his outstretched legs, plopping yourself down onto his lap yet again, thighs on either side of him. the juices coating your inner thighs smear onto his own skin.

placing your palms on his flushed chest, you start to grind slowly down onto him, relishing the tiny moans that pass through his lips. “will you let me ride you now, gabi?” you ask, your core intentionally slipping right over the head of his dick and causing you both to gasp out at the deliciously cruel teasing. “oh god, need you inside me now, meu anjo.”

the switch to portuguese and the feeling of your soaked pussy finally enveloping his raw cock sends his mind absolutely reeling. a pair of indecent moans are ripped from the two of you as you set yourself on bouncing and grinding on his cock, not wasting any time on making you both savour the feeling of each other.

“oh my god, baby,” you moan out, head thrown back and hands now embracing his shoulders. “you fill me up so well, ah!” you scream quietly when his dick twitches up into you at the sound of your praises. you notice him clumsily gripping onto the sheets, fingertips seeming antsy to hold something else other than the thin fabric. you smirk to yourself before leaning into his face and leaving a small kiss on his lips. “you can touch me now, y’know.” you say lovingly as your hands bring his slightly sweaty ones onto the curve of your hips, essentially responding for him.

his fingers conform to the shape of you, palms slotting perfectly into place like the two of you were made for each other. gabriel’s whines and whimpers spur you on to move faster and harder against him, the friction of your tits on his chest fogging your brain, hardened nipples on soft, damp skin.

“oh fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good,” you pant out into his rifted lips, body rolling and shuddering on top of him. “stuffing me so deep, my good boy, i’m so proud of you,” you’re starting to babble now, words just spilling out of your mouth in sheer adoration and pride for gabriel, not even sure whether you’re talking about how well he’s taking you or how well he did in tonight’s match. either way, your words stand sincere and heartfelt. “so good at everything you do, baby boy, oh my god, so good.”

gabriel isn’t sure if it’s the newly gained feeling of his hands on your pretty body or the way your voice doesn’t stop singing his praises but something sparks his confidence, and he thrusts firmly up into you with a groan of achievement, you reacting with a sudden scream, swearing that you can feel the tip of his cock reaching your stomach. with your back arching on command at the extremely full sensation inside you, gabriel takes the chance to latch his lips onto your left boob, the plumpness of them engulfing the sensitive bud as he sucks gently. the antithesis of your forceful hips on him and his delicate mouth on you has your cunt flooding with even more wetness, your juices only encouraging you to keep moving on his big cock, granted how fucking easy it is to slide up and down him.

he moves onto your right boob, this time involving his tongue, swirling it around and around as if he’s intentionally trying to mimic sending your mind into a similarly spiraled frenzy. you clench around him dangerously, both of you knowing what that action does to gabriel.

“ah, shit!” he whimpers, own head now being thrown back against the headboard as you’re still persistent with your hips, sopping pussy rocking over his length. “i-i think i’m gonna cum, amor.”

“cum for me, baby,” you permit, feeling the high of your own orgasm on the horizon, hips racing to meet gabriel at his climax. “you’ve done so well for me, come on, gabi, i want you to cum inside me, sweetheart, please.” the tight bubble at the pit of your stomach threatens to burst, pussy so tempted to throb around the shaft it’s enveloping.

gabriel’s hold on you gets tighter, imitating the same strength your cunt is exerting on his cock, fingertips pressing into your flesh to give him some relief but the way you clench around him grants him exactly that. his orgasm crashes over him like a ferocious wave, mouth wide open to let strangled moans escape his throat. your own release comes seconds later, just as gabriel is panting out the lasting moments of his, your lips seizing his in an effort to drown your carnal cries of pleasure as his warm cum coats your walls, the feeling of being stuffed and filled with his seed making your face scrunch in ecstasy, whispers of my good boy and that’s it, baby and you did so so well flowing into gabriel’s ears. you both help each other ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms — gabriel’s hands still on your hips as tight as ever, as if to say please don’t leave, knowing that you’ll take your body off him if he removes his grip.

“stay here with me, meu amor, pleeeease!” he whines after you tell him that you need to clean yourselves up, showing off those beautiful doe eyes that make you weak at the knees. huffing at his adorable antics, you respond with a joking roll of your eyes. you both know there is absolutely no way you could ever refuse those big brown eyes.

“alright, alright, but just for 2 minutes, okay?” you poke at his chest as a warning. he smiles, bringing you down with him as he goes to lay on the bed, the two of you still connected down below. “you’re so insatiable, i swear.” you place a meaningful kiss on his tender lips, pulling up to see how his face beams in a post-orgasm glow.

gabriel sweetly yawns, the hustle and bustle of the day now wearing down on him, fingers taken to rubbing your back to soothe himself as his eyelids flutter close. you let him of course, knowing how hard he’s worked on and off the pitch tonight, hand falling amongst the dark strands of his hair as his chest slowly rises up and down. there aren’t enough words to tell him how much you love him, you muse to yourself. you feel so lucky to call him yours.

[edous-cybertronian-corner]

RAMBLE/INFODUMP INCOMING

I just realized the MegOP ship is kinda XZero ship coded to us, except it's way more angsty and tragic.

If you're a Megaman fan as well as a Transformers fan, you will know EXACTLY where we're going with this. Fandom bleeding here, but I love my tragic ships being mentioned here and let us tell you WHY.

XZero is two bots, one from Dr Light and one from Dr Wily, and being best friends. Despite the fact that they had a history of wars a century prior, they didn't initially know and they possibly don't care. Their bond goes as far as staying together, no matter what separates them, especially having fallouts in X2 and X5, they always stay together. No matter what. And even in the Zero series following after, they still have the bond they shared, despite the fact Zero lost his memories A SECOND TIME, X still believed in him and Zero realizes how much they meant when fighting for peace.

NOW MEGOP ON THE OTHER HAND!! I'LL FINALLY GET TO THAT-

In my years of seeing the ship in the fandom, esp seeing TFs ONE (we won't spoil it, pls go watch it), their bond is kinda similar. Except they didn't have a history of wars behind them and they can look past that. No. They just met, bonded and started their own history. Sure, they can look past that if they tried for the history of their battles they fight against each other for, but more often than not, they will always be enemies.

No matter where Megs and Prime are, they meet, form a connection as friends (and possibly boyfriends if you're willing to go the ship route, which, with some of us, let's be real here WE WILL LMAO), and then something spirals into their differences of what peace is for their home planet of Cybertron.

I still won't spoil it, but TF ONE MMMMMMMMM they got some SHIT going on, and we feel it's indeed a love letter to being friends to lovers to enemies, and the spiral happens of them still being lovers... but still being enemies in the end. No matter what route they go down, no matter what yearning they have for each other to be together again, THEY ALWAYS END UP BACK TO SQUARE ONE BEING ENEMIES AGAIN AND THE CYCLE REPEATS!!

We're sure there's still a couple timelines where they can actually BE together again, especially in the comics where Megatron's redemption arc is a thing (WHICH MAKES US HAPPY THANKS LMAO), but most times, again they would go back to being enemies. Prime always wanting to reach a better conclusion and does more the yearning than Megs does, but still, that cycle will always repeat in most timelines. At least, that's how we see it.

IT'S ALWAYS THE TRAGIC ROBOTS!! ALWAYS!! WTF LMAO WE'RE IN AN ENDLESS LOOP OF TRAGEDY LOL

anyway, ramble over, thank you for reading our rambles haha!!

[soft-for-xie-lian]

Hi 🤗 how are you? How is it going? Hopefully you have a good day today. So, if you dont mind me coming in here to ask, pls what is purple hyacinth about and what do you like about it/why do you like it so much personally? Im curious 🥰 and thank you!

omg hi!!!!! I have had a good day thank you! And I hope yours has been well, too! ^-^

I'm am DELIGHTED to talk about Purple Hyacinth thank you so much for the ask omg this is going to be long I hope you're okay with that hahaha

Purple Hyacinth is a webcomic on the website/app Webtoon. It is free to read. The authors are Ephemeris and Sophism, and Sophism does the bulk of the artwork :)

Right off, I think the premise of it is really good. The main character Lauren can hear when people lie. Because of a tragedy that took her best friend when they were kids, she becomes a cop to fight the group that caused it, teaming up with an assasin who unwillingly works for that group and hates his job lol. This means we have a traumatized main cast with tragic pasts, slow burn enemies to lovers between the main character Lauren and the assasin, and a delicious mystery to watch them solve as they try to uncover the leader of the Bad Group's identity so they can be taken down.

Start reading for the tropes, stay for the heart. My favorite thing about stories is when they have heart. I love that this webtoon is so character focused. The plot is really good I love watching them follow leads and have had moments where I was like "oh my god no fucking way." but the way the characters live in the plot is my favorite bit. The friendships? Flawlesly written. I'm not sure how to say too much without giving spoilers, but let's just say Lauren's friend Kym can recognize her in a dark room it's so good and yes the authors use that to make you cry. We've got some "family isn't just blood" themes here, too, with Lauren and her childhood friend Will.

(the story is also sprinkled with memes and makes me laugh so much. I refuse to read something if it can't be silly and make me ugly chuckle at least sometimes and PH DOES IT)

There's self loathing, there's characters who make decisions and mistakes because of their trauma, there's characters comforting each other, there's really good fight scenes, there's some ACAB and talk about privilege, there's some queer rep--there is just so much to talk about and appreciate about with this story.

OH MY GOD AND THE SOUNDTRACK (which is on Spotify and I think Apple Music under the artist's name Sophism) this webtoon is a cinematic experience at times

thanks again for the ask! i've been swimming in circles in my head without anyone to talk to about it haha. i absolutely love it, but I will warn you, while there are two and a half seasons out, we're on hiatus haflway through season three because Sophism is dealing with a chronic illness. it is planned to make a return in spring of 2024, but there's no guarantee, as we all want Sophism to put her health first. that being said, I really think it is still worth reading, and I can't believe it isn't more popular. I'd 100% buy physical copies if the authors ever go that route

[lexinesworld23]

Any Titan Academy fans out there? Good.

Hello, everyone! It's your girl Lexine/Lexi and I'm currently writing a character × OC  fanfic for the Titan Academy series! This fanfic will mostly focus my OC, Stella and Maddy. Information and facts about my OC are already introduced in the fanfic. However...

1. Who is exactly Stella?

As bias as this stereotype might sound, Stella is a tomboyish woman who loves gaming, art, anime and music. She is half a Filipino, American and Singaporean or to simply put it, she has multiple nationalities due to her family history. Has a pet dog called "Milo" and has a HUGE (NOT obsessive) serect crush on Maddy ever since they were kids during kindergarten. Though her stereotype might sound bias due to some girl x girl stories having one of the girls as a tomboyish woman, Stella doesn't actually mind wearing girly things like makeup, skirts or dresses and does cosplaying. She just wants to wear whatever makes her feel comfortable. In this story, as I said before, her and Maddy will be childhood friends and this fanfic will have the childhood friends to lovers dynamic.

This is what Stella looks like:

2. Why I decided to write this fanfic?

Well, as I watch the Titan academy series, I really hate that fact that Vincent (I think) uses Maddy alot like for homework and doesn't care about her as he continues to still love Denise. Additionally after that, Maddy becomes close to Jianhao and soon develop a crush on him. Plus, in the types of people you'll meet after the break up, Maddy tries everything in her power to make sure Denise goes back to Vincent so that she can still stay with Jianhao. That really made me disappoint on Maddy's character arc as I for one believe that her character could have been MUCH more better. Therefore, I decided to write a fanfic with Maddy and a new complete character who DEFINITELY cares for her mentally, emotionally and physically, doesn't use her alot, helps her become a better person and loves Maddy unconditionally. Plus, to write Maddy's character arc certainly excellent and make some... mental health related angsty routes...

Since the story is currently under progress, what things do you want in Maddy to be improved? Comment down below and I will happy do that for you :)

If you have a hard time finding the fanfic here is the link:

Name: ☆ ~The Blonde and the Brunette🏳️‍🌈💗 || ☆Titan academy☆ || ☆Maddy x Fem! OC☆

App: Wattpad

Theme: Yuri

WARNING: The story might be a little bit cringey and clingy.

Ship name: Madella⭐💜

[tvrningout-a]

SO THIS IS LOVE PT. 1 | mutuals discover desired romantic dynamics!

below the cut will be the first part of a series where i talk about potential ship dynamics for my muses! this is intended to make shipping easier on my mutuals as well as give me a reason to ramble about my dorks :' ) if you have any questions or find a dynamic you're interested in, pls feel free to message me, or click the above link to like my shipping call!

HISAKAWA CHIYOKO

bc chiyo is so!! adamant about keeping her distance and so good at doing so without others noticing, she can be hard to befriend, much less date. but getting past those big ol' walls is extremely rewarding if your type of gf is one that shows her love in the form of memes and puns and bad drawings of you :' ) in most cases, i would say friendship is the main route one would take to win chiyo's heart; as someone afraid to be vulnerable, she needs to feel safe with someone to even contemplate pursuing a romantic relationship. friends-to-lovers is the main trope you'll wanna go for with her.

that being said, i do love the idea of someone seeing right through her likable facade bc no one ever does that, and it puts her on edge -- possibly to the point of making her become defensive. chiyo is incredibly private with certain parts of herself, so ofc she'll resent anyone's attempts at understanding her without her permission. she wants to be in control of who is close to her bc that lessens her chances of getting hurt. so i would love to see someone get under chiyo's skin, maybe bc they're only curious at first before it develops into something more. either way, get ready for a long haul with this gal!

SATO KAIYA

my sweet angel kaiya, my cinnamon apple, my gosh i could ship her with anyone and get the warm and fuzzies :' )) she's someone who has a lot of love to give, and she gives it freely; i think i can say she develops crushes rather easily and tends to admire those with strong values/convictions, but really!! it just comes down to the situation. i think kaiya is someone well-suited for cultivating self-love in others despite being horrible at showing herself that same care.

i can see kaiya working really well in a " grumpy gills falling for the ray of sunshine dynamic " bc she is so very soft and bright, but she'd also work well in any sort of pining situation. as a demon, she feels it isn't exactly fair for her to pursue romance bc 1. she'll outlive any human she might fall for, and 2. she doesn't feel she deserves that sort of happiness after what she's done.

YUBARI

oh, yubari :' ) the fun ( or sad asdf ) thing with yubari is that every so often, he gets himself killed while protecting his domain and people, so he is reborn time and again. he never has a recollection of his previous lives, so that makes him a great candidate for reincarnated lovers who keep finding each other, or any form of immortal lovers coming together. you could also easily throw him into a protector/bodyguard type ship bc if your muse asks for his help, he'll have a very hard time saying no.

otherwise, something to keep in mind about yubari is that he feels very deeply and is a people pleaser no matter how he tries to hide it. he likes to be useful, and he likes to take care of others -- it makes him feel good. if that's what your muse needs, let's go B) if your muse needs that but is stubborn and won't accept it at first, let's go B))))) and if your muse can return the favor and make yubari understand that someone should take care of him, too, i will actually weep

[hayakawalove]

REMMM HIIII

Absolutely loved your fic about suguru saving us during the accident 🥺🥺 made me so emotional I cried after so long

WHAT IF the roles were reversed and reader instead pushed suguru during the accident so he’s completely away from the car and instead takes all the brunt… and like dies on the spot…

How will he react and be?.. like shock or full on wailing.. also how would the funeral and his life/feelings be overall (in detail pls <3)

Would he move on and find a lover? Would he suicide (🥺) or would he beat himself up all the time and completely lose any positive emotions and just remain in a mourning phase for the rest of his life..

NEED TO KNOW 🥺❤️❤️

HELLO

I’m so glad you liked it! That makes me so happy!

If the roles were reversed…I think he would be in complete shock for awhile. Like, there’s no way you got hurt, right? You’re not allowed to get hurt. Surely it must be a joke right? It’s not though. I feel like he’d go into fixit mode immediately, provided he wasn’t also out of it after the crash. I could see him trying to keep you conscious while he waits for paramedics.

I don’t wanna say he’d be angry at you, cause it’s not your fault. But I think he wouldn’t understand why you did it for a long time. He thinks it’s his job to protect you, not the other way around.

And the funeral I think. Would probably be okay as far it funerals go. I think Suguru is very good at controlling his emotions and masking how he feels. I think he would be very cold for awhile, and would be out of it. He would put on a smile when people give him hugs and such, but if you look close enough you would be able to see he’s not all there. Suguru is very in charge of his emotions in the sense he doesnt let them dictate how he acts spontaneously. If he does something based on how he feels, it’s because he fully thinks that’s what he needs to do. I feel like he would save his tears for when he’s alone. Maybe if Satoru is there.

And I feel like his life would sort of…. lose meaning after. He was created for you, so when you’re gone he just sort of. Wades through life. I don’t think he ever puts his happiness first and probably doesn’t ever date again. I don’t think he would commit suicide because I think subconsciously he would feel that’s taking the easy route. He feels like he should be stuck with living through the pain. I think he would just never get over it. It would be all he thinks about for years. He only ever sees and dreams you. I can see him being afraid and ashamed of seeing you again cause he feels so terribly about it. It should’ve been him and not you. It’s unfair that he gets to experience everything in life but you didn’t.

Satoru would still go after him at the funeral, and I think would catch up to him. He’d probably grab onto him and try to see what’s happening in Suguru’s head. It would be very alarming I think, because Suguru would be so hollow. He’s normally many things, but hollow isn’t usually one of them. Gojos used to him being loving and warm but after you left he just. Is scooped out. He doesnt have any light left. I feel like Suguru would act like he doesnt need help and would say he’s taking care of himself, even though he really isn’t. He just wants people to leave him alone. Gojo would be waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for some sort of outburst which I don’t think Suguru would ever give. I think he’d let it eat him up inside. I think in my fic, it was a bit easy for Gojo to help you because you guys were on an even playing ground. You lost the love of your life and he lost a piece of him. In this scenario in might be a bit harder because while you and Gojo were friends, you weren’t the same as Gojo and Suguru. He would have a hard time getting over you, but I don’t think he’d understand the pain Suguru is going through. Suguru knows that.

It would probably be much harder for Suguru to go on after you died compared to the other way around. I don’t think he’d ever get over it.

[songsofadelaide]

The Moon And Back

cw/tw: King Dimitri x sworn knight (f) reader, Azure Gleam route spoilers, no use of yn, childhood friends to [awkward phase] to lovers, mentions of the deaths of loved ones, accidental injuries, confessions, marriage proposals + a glimpse into the future, OCs. Creative liberties were also taken regarding a certain hero's relic. wc: 7.7k (Pls I am going to cry)

"I love you this much," he said, tracing an immeasurable, invisible line from his heart to yours. It was a surprisingly tender gesture from someone whose own strength even frightens him sometimes. "Or as the poets say, to the moon and back."

Many of the other members of the Blue Lions House thought the Crown Prince to be a rather easy person to read. While that may be true to an extent, those in his inner circle knew well enough the depth of his inner turmoil, and how dangerous it was for him to remain so trusting of people after all that he has been through. The same can be said when he easily welcomed the mercenary of unknown origins to the house he led while you were still studying in the Officers Academy at Garreg Mach.

Dimitri had a trusting nature, a nature so terrifyingly similar to his father, the late King, but he also had the tendency to conduct emotional self-immolation and deny himself comfort. More so, his refusal to open up about himself— made him all the more a perplexing paradox. Yet, he was the Prince. The one you swore fealty to just as the one who came before you. Just as your father did to King Lambert. Absolute obedience. To the death.

"That cub is your duty. The time will come that you will be the one to protect him. 'Til he grows into the fearsome lion that he is. Your life is not your own anymore, daughter."

For knights such as yourself, the monarch was the sun itself. Their light would be the rays of the sun's light that rarely touched this land.

You hail from a storied bloodline of knights loyal to the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, to the Royal Family— such was your lot in life and there was little that could be done to rewrite it. It was a fate you easily accepted the moment the young Prince welcomed you into his home as one of his most cherished friends. Dimitri did not think you less than his friends from the esteemed noble houses of the Kingdom. For the Prince, there was nothing he wanted more than to be surrounded by people he could trust— with his life, even— and you were one of those very people.

"Your Highness, you mustn't—! Dimitri! Oh!" You called out to the Prince in panic, giving chase as he slowed his pace. He greeted you with a warm smile as you finally reached him. "I am not the least bit worried! I know you're there behind me to protect me with your sword always at the ready!"

And while your family did not possess the relic with which you can defend him, he knew well enough that your strength of spirit would make up for what you lacked. House Charon already had its heir, after all. They've no need of an offshoot like yourself with your Minor Crest and all.

You were present for the Queen's memorial after she perished in the wake of the deathly plague that struck Fhirdiad. King Lambert's grief did not blind him to the fact that so much had to be done in Fhirdiad if he wished for it to be a dignified place worthy of its glory as the capital of the Kingdom. You yourself were amazed at how knowledgeable the Saintess was and how she mapped out the best outcome for the Kingdom capital. Driven by your own curiosity, you couldn't help but ask her if magic would be difficult to learn, but Cornelia took one look at you and concluded that you had a gift for the arcane arts yourself, and it should be nurtured— but there was very little you could do when your father pulled you away from her. He reminded you once more that knights defended their liege with their arms at the ready, and that magic was for those who could afford to learn it.

"It seems the blood of a hero courses through you, child. Have you... ever cast spells yourself?" "I... have not. My lord father has trained me by the way of the sword since I have been able to walk. Or at least that is what my mother says."

In Imperial Year 1171, the Saintess welcomed an Imperial lady to her home, and the King was so besotted by her that he married her in the shadows. Lady Patricia was a kind woman who raised the Prince as her own, and yet... There was a certain sadness to her that you couldn't quite put a finger on, no matter how hard you tried to understand her.

That same year, a girl from the Empire arrived in Fhirdiad, too— and there were whispers about her being a princess. You saw the delight that lit the Prince's face whenever he spent time with her, a girl whose air of precocious maturity matched the rumoured title she held. Once again, you were reminded of your most sacred duty as a knight of the kingdom— to protect that very same smile that lit Dimitri's face whenever he danced with the girl who wore Adrestian crimson amid the pale blue cold of Faerghus.

In Imperial Year 1176, your father perished in the Tragedy of Duscur, along with His Majesty the King and many other knights and vassals of the Kingdom. Duke Fraldarius lost his son in the clash, too, and you couldn't shake the thought that you could have been just another casualty had you not been sick during the campaign. Your mother kept you in bed despite your insistence and she may have just saved your life.

The Prince was inconsolable for the first few moons after the horrific incident, and you could not pick up your sword to train without being reminded of your father— What were his final words? His last moments? Surely he did not shirk his duties. A hero's blood runs through our veins, no matter how thin the river flows now.

"I... have yet to apologise for your loss..." "You have nothing to apologise for, Your Highness," you replied to him. "My lord father did his duty and he did what he must."

There was but one irrevocable truth that made your blood run cold the moment you received the news— your magic would have been for naught if you were there. And so you pick up your sword once more, perishing all thoughts of ever learning the sacred art. Things would have been different if you were just the daughter of a lord, but you were a knight, one sworn to protect the sun of this Kingdom as your predecessors came before you.

In Imperial Year 1178, you joined the Prince's retinue on a mission to quell a burgeoning insurrection in western Faerghus. The second son of Duke Fraldarius, Felix, was present in the skirmish as well, and the both of you could hardly believe your eyes when the curve of a sadistic smile graced Dimitri's face as he rolled over the enemy forces. His ruthlessness in that battle earned him the ire of the Fraldarius heir and a nickname to suit his countenance.

"Well, if it isn't the Boar Prince himself. Out with it, then. Whatever it is you have to say to me. I loathe having to breathe the same air as you." "Lord Felix—!" You started, an indignant look on your face as you forgot yourself. "Shut it, you little lapdog. I won't be lectured by the likes of you," the lordling seethed at you. "You and I saw the same thing, yet you still followed this pathetic excuse for a prince." Dimitri wedged himself between the two of you and shook his head at Felix this time. "Do not speak to her that way, Felix. Might I remind you of the difference of your positions?"

If there was one person who understood you perfectly, it was Dedue, the Prince's foreign retainer whose faithfulness was nearly on par with yours. Dedue's circumstances and your parents' death made you both wards of the Crown. As the Prince trusted you with his life, so too did Dedue, and your silent, wordless mutual agreement to protect Dimitri became your common ground. It was safe to assume that you could leave your life in their hands, too.

You oft heard tales of the Regent's misdeeds and philandering ways, but your disdain for him runs deeper than just his mismanagement of the Kingdom at present. Though he was tucked away in his castle on the Itha Plains, Rufus knew well enough that there were still people around his nephew who would slay him with a glance if ever given a chance, and you were one of them. And though attempts were made to shake off that "meddlesome waif of a knight" and the "dog from Duscur" from the Crown Prince's side, the ground on which you and Dedue stood was as solid as ever, just as his faith in you was.

There was a knock on the door of your bedchamber that evening, which was unusual at that time. Though you knew Dedue was just next door, you concealed a blade underneath your night dress and only slightly opened the door. "Were you asleep already? My apologies..." "Not at all, Your Highness! P-Please come in!"

In Imperial Year 1180, the Crown Prince entered the Officers Academy at Garreg Mach with you and Dedue in tow as part of the Blue Lions House. While the peaceful school days gave you a sense of normalcy, those days did not last as long as everyone initially thought. Following the disappearance of the librarian Tomas, trouble and turmoil brewed in all three cornerstones of Fodlan simultaneously, like a masked puppeteer masterfully pulling strings— and everyone else along with it.

The uprising in Fhirdiad meant you had to return home, and while it gave you no pleasure to fight fellow knights of the Kingdom, you knew for a fact that they were misguided and led away by the false promises made by an irresponsible king who never was. You did not look away when Dimitri beheaded his uncle, the Regent, before the residents of the Kingdom capital.

"He's gone, Dedue. It's finally over," you nearly choked as you silently cried to yourself. "That... monster is finally gone." "No, I'm afraid not," he shook his head, a dire expression on his face. "We've only just begun."

For Dimitri, there was no turning back anymore from what had already been done. The Kingdom called for his ascension and he cannot put it off any further, no matter how he tried to avoid it. A mountain of tasks lay at his feet ahead of his coronation and you were there to carve open that path for him, at least that was what you endeavoured to do. When word reached you that Felix would soon become the next Duke Fraldarius, you pondered where your place would be in all of this.

"Ah, there you are. I was hoping to speak with you. I have already spoken to Dedue about things moving forward. I understand the Kingdom has promised you education—" Oh. You didn't like the sound of that one bit. "Let me stop you there, Your Highness. If you wish for me to return to the Officers Academy, I will not. My place is—" "I was about to say—" he cut you off, but not before he let out a small chuckle. "—That your place is here in the Kingdom. And while it pains me that we have to cut short our studies at the academy, I will need you and Dedue with me to... to—" "I am yours to command, Your Highness," you stated. Once you realised the error of your ways and your hasty assumption, you bowed down before him, long and deep and repentant. "My apologies, I... I simply do not wish to be removed from your side, even if the order comes from the Prince himself..." "I would not dream of dismissing you from my presence. Have you forgotten that I worry so little knowing you are close by with your blade in hand? Though I suppose we have little use for that now."

It is now 1182. Two years have passed since Dimitri's ascension as the King of Faerghus. As part of his reforms to the Kingdom, he established his own private army spearheaded by none other than the not-so-mysterious mercenary from your academy days, who proved to be a more reliable and trustworthy person than you initially thought. They grew to be a well-respected commander by both the nobles and the commoners who banded under the banner of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.

For your efforts in aiding Dimitri in his reforms, you were officially knighted in the King's service and appointed a Kingdom General. The title couldn't come any sooner, with Adrestia's declaration of war against the Central Church. That same church is now knocking at the Kingdom's doorstep and to deny it assistance would be denying Dimitri's ascent to the throne. As a member of the Kingdom vanguard, you understood that the declaration wasn't just a mere threat, but a promise that the Empire would do whatever it could to accomplish what it set out to do.

But the deeper into Imperial territory you step into, the looser the lid on the can of worms becomes— that can pertaining to the cloud of mysteries left in the wake of the Tragedy of Duscur. The string of deceit will unravel by the King's hand, and many of your allies and fellow knights who have lost someone dear to them in that incident will receive the closure they deserve. You don't speak much about it, but your father sometimes visits you in your dreams, sometimes in unpleasant ways that rock you awake. Such was this night, and a crucial one, too, for tomorrow marked the deciding battle against Emperor Edelgard herself at the Arianrhod.

And you found yourself roaming around the encampment in hopes of distracting yourself from your nightmare.

"I see you still have no qualms about following the boar into battle," Came a voice you easily recognised as Felix's.

"And I see you remain as quick-witted as always, Duke Fraldarius. Good evening to you," you replied as the young man in blue stepped into your presence, bowing before him in reverence. "But you do just the same as I, do you not? But of course, you will claim it to be your duty."

"I am the Shield of Faerghus. Protecting the realm is my duty, and so it extends to protecting the King, too, though I know he hardly needs it. Though his might terrifies even his own allies sometimes." Felix stated as he defensively crossed his arms over his chest.

"I agree with you. We share the same sentiment."

"I think not. You don't follow him out of mere duty. You don't follow him simply because you are a knight in his service." he replied with a sharp smirk. "You follow him for something else entirely."

"I suppose," you nodded at him, not at all interested in denying the fact he presented. Even when you were younger, Felix has always been surprisingly perceptive. His knack and skill for sensing people's duplicity and intentions made him a fine leader in his own right, but he settled for being the King's right hand. It was clear from the way he looked at you that he understood your intentions, that you weren't fighting merely because you were ordered to, but because your entire sense of purpose was right there in the thick of battle himself, wielding his weapon of ancient origin. "His will is mine, and so is his path."

He chuckled at your remark. "As expected of a loyal lapdog. He rewards you well enough, I suppose. But then again, you don't care much for that, either."

"No, I do not, Your Grace," you shook your head and laughed at his comment. "This lapdog is simply pleased to do its master's bidding."

Both of you were prompted to look up from your conversation when you heard the sound of approaching footsteps. "Speak of the devil. It's your master, little lapdog."

"Lapdog she may be, she knows how to bite, Felix," said Dimitri, a small smile on his face as he stepped into your space. "That aside, what are you two still doing so late at night?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Your Majesty. It is imperative you get as much rest—"

"Pah. Here she goes again with that dutiful guardian act yet she's here, too, not at all getting a wink of sleep like she beseeched you to," Felix stated with a grunt of annoyance in his voice. "Go to sleep. And I mean both of you. We can't have the leader of this army and his adjutant collapsing on the battlefield because they didn't get enough rest."

"I'll ensure our King goes to sleep tonight, Your Grace," you quipped and gave another bow in Felix's direction as he walked away. "Good night."

But he turned back to you before he could fully leave the area. "Before I forget, boar. Isn't there something she should know?"

"I shall be the one to tell her that, Felix. You need not worry yourself about it."

Your curiosity was piqued by the way the King's smile vanished, replaced by a knotted brow that eased away when your eyes met.

"If it's to assist you, Your Majesty, I—" You started, only to be cut off when Dimitri raised his hand.

"You always did have a habit of jumping to conclusions without hearing the entirety of what has to be said," he said with a sigh, followed by a soft chuckle. "However, this matter isn't something you can decide on without having carefully thought of it. So I would like for you to hear it out."

"Of... Of course, Your Majesty. My apologies..."

His gaze softened further by the sound of your apology, the twinkle in your eyes now hidden underneath the thick of your lashes. The fact that you were a woman who unknowingly drew attention to herself, not because of your beauty, but because your spirit dawned on him at that moment. Though your beauty was a whole other thing to consider...

"I am well aware of the vow you keep to your father, who was my father's knight as you are to me. I feel as though that duty of yours has kept you from having a different life. Perhaps a life you would have wanted for yourself," he stated. "And though I am grateful for all you have done for me and the Kingdom so far, if I am ever holding you back from a life you feel you deserve, know that you only have to ask me and I will grant you release from your duty."

You couldn't fathom the reason for this sentiment. It almost sounds as if he is letting you go from his service.

"You are familiar with Viscount Brennius, correct? He came forward to me with an unusual proposal. Though I suppose you are an unusual knight yourself... He seemed to be quite taken with you, especially having seen your form in battle, and would like to share a meal with you one of these days."

???

"I can see you're rather puzzled by this development."

"Don't tell me you agreed to his proposal, Dimitri."

You called him by his name, a sound he long forgot, only for him to remember again, along with the tenderness of the days of your shared youth. He couldn't help but chuckle at the seriousness of your face.

"No, I did not," he replied with a smile. "I couldn't possibly give you away without fully knowing how you would feel about the entire thing."

"I loathe the idea. No offence to the good viscount, of course," you said, slowly looking away from his earnest gaze. "Have you finished, then, Your Majesty? May I speak freely this time?"

"Of course. You can always speak freely with me."

It was your turn to sigh this time. "I feel as though I haven't made myself entirely clear this whole time, Your Majesty. This... other life you think I might have been deprived of... I want nothing of it. If you think me held back by my father's vow to yours, then you are mistaken, because I chose this path for myself. And I don't think you to be so cruel as to deprive me of that other life if I had wanted it. If I had wanted it..."

Dimitri caught the twinkle in your eyes once more, only for the shine of the moonlight to reveal them as tears.

"I am with you because I want to be, Your Majesty. I follow you not out of duty, but because I believe in your will. And I—" You stated, trying to quell the quiver in your voice. You pursed your lips and bit your tongue before you could even finish the rest of your statement. "Forgive me for raising my voice. I didn't mean to..."

"You don't have to apologise. It is I who should do so. For assuming such things," he responded to you, followed by silence and only the sound of his approaching paces until you were face to face with him. He raised his knuckles to your face and gingerly brushed away the warm tears in the corners of your eyes. He moved with a certain slowness, his touch careful, as though he was doing his best to be precise. He did not wish to hurt you, after all.

"Your Majesty..."

He pulled away from you when he realised his actions, only for you to hold him by his wrist.

"...Just a little longer," you said, though your words were more of a whisper. You lowered your lashes further and sank into his caress. If you were dreaming right now, you didn't want to wake up at all. And yet, the sound of your name from his lips pulls you back to reality, the silver moon the only witness to your moment of weakness.

It was you who pulled away from the King, taking a step back from his position. You gave him a deep bow before heading back to your personal quarters, eager to dream about anything other than the pensive look on Dimitri's face when you parted.

Reclaiming Arianrhod did not go as planned, and the Fortress City was nearly razed to the ground by the monstrous anomaly that seemed to have spirited away the Emperor, too. Among the many wounded were Kingdom soldiers and the King himself, but he nearly lost it when he searched the area where you last had contact and couldn't find you.

"...urts. So... m..."

It was Ashe and Mercedes who found you half-buried underneath the rubble, your consciousness swaying to and fro as you tried to keep your eyes open. The last thing you saw before finally collapsing was the King— Dimitri— hobbling to where you were, your name caught in his throat. The commander was there, too, beseeching you to stay alive.

"...r... Maj...ty..."

The warmth and glow of the light magic Mercedes cast on you lulled you into a deep sleep, into a dream so vivid that you thought you were back in the waking world.

Before you stood the Hero Charon, whose blood runs through your veins. Tales and stories always depicted him as a swordsman of unparalleled strength, but he was a skilled magician, too. In his possession were the famed relic Thunderbrand, and a book of spells unlike any you have seen. You knew that the sword was in possession of the current Count Charon's runaway heir, but the tome in his hands... had the same eerie, crimson glow as the other relic. Only you didn't know what it was or where it was or if it was real.

It felt real when he beseeched you to touch it, only for the vision to end. Perhaps you were awake now?... Yet you knew you weren't. Because you were standing face to face with your father who has long been dead.

"Am I dead?"

The old man chuckled at you, his tired but fulfilled face the same way as you last saw him. "I'm afraid not, my girl. Though you feel like your spirit is wandering around here in this vast plane of blankness, you are, surprisingly, strongly tethered to the waking world. And that is because many of your allies pray for your recovery."

"Then why... are you here?"

"Come now. Is that the way to speak to your father? I am here simply because I can. You do know you should be asking that question yourself," he stated with an uncharacteristically warm smile. "How have you been? How... is Faerghus?"

You quickly agreed when he beckoned you to walk around with him. "I have been well, father. Faerghus is currently embroiled in a battle against the Empire."

"So it seems," he said with a small nod. "And the Prince?"

"He is the King now, and I his sworn knight. Though I suppose I did a rather poor job at it since I find myself here in this... strange realm between the living and the dead and not back where I should be," you said with a laugh. "You know... I've always wondered about something. When the tragedy struck..."

Your old man nodded at you, understanding even your incomplete thought. "My final thoughts were... of my little girl at home, eagerly awaiting my return though she was sick with a fever. And seeing you now made me all the more thankful that your mother kept you there with her."

"Her grief was deep, father. Surely you know how much she loved you."

"But of course. She and I are a love match, after all. One of the rarest things in life, even more so in the Kingdom, since we valued strength and our heroic bloodlines over everything else," he said rather proudly, only for his chest to deflate not long after. "Alas, what I didn't know was how that grief would drive her to her own death."

"Is she... here, too?"

He noticed the gleam of expectation in your eyes but could only ruefully smile back. "Yes, she is... but she is too ashamed to face you, if I am being honest. She wanted to see you but..."

You shook your head at his statement. "Please tell her that I do not hold it against her. Mother, she... She fought against an unseen enemy from the inside. And not even I could have saved her. Let her know, father, that I, too, fought that enemy and prevailed, but only because I couldn't bear the thought of him crying over me, weeping for me, when I should be protecting him—"

From where your father stood in this bleak plane of existence, a single light shone behind him. "Father?"

"It appears this delightful time has passed. It is time for you to return to where you belong, my daughter. But know this— The promises between dead men need not hold you back any longer. I wish for you to follow your heart now, with this second chance at life."

"Father, how little you think of me," you once again laughed at his remark even as he urged you into the glowing light. "I have been following my heart ever since."

The slightest twitch of your fingers, which were curled into Dedue's hand, was enough to rattle him awake. You blinked away your blurry vision and found yourself back in Fhirdiad, your fellow vassal watching over you as you recuperated from the blow you sustained after being thrown off the King's side at Arianrhod.

"...ur... M... jest..."

Dedue, who had been hunched over your bed while awaiting your recovery, calmly rose to his feet and headed to the door, where several guards and priests stood vigil. "She is awake. Please call for Mercedes at once so she can be checked."

There was a slight pain in your chest as you breathed a sigh of relief. The sound of thundering footsteps filled your room, closely followed by your comrades' excited voices expressing their delight at your kindling. Mercedes gently helped you sit up on your bed, and you recognised the room as Dedue's personal bedchamber in the castle.

"H... How long was I...?" You said, but your throat was parched.

"You were out for five days," Dedue answered as he handed you a cup of water to wash down the raspiness of your voice. "You broke your ribs."

"That explains why I feel like my lungs are crushed," you replied with a chuckle, only to wince in pain as a sharpness shot through your chest. "M-Mercedes, please...?"

"Of course. Everyone! I know you're all so happy to see our friend awake now, but do keep in mind that she still needs her rest," the older woman stated with a calm but authoritative voice. "She'll be walking again in no time!"

The rest of your Blue Lions comrades bade you farewell in the meantime, while Mercedes started a basic check-up on you— checking your vision, hearing, and the like. "It looks like everything is in order. Apart from your chest, is there anywhere else that hurts?"

"As long as I can use my sword arm, nothing else matters," you nodded at her, biting back another laugh. "Though I suppose my pride hurts a little... I was supposed to protect His Majesty, and yet I was thrown off by that... grisly thing."

"We were all thrown off by that monstrosity, but I am glad to tell you that His Majesty is well. Or at least he tries to be. He collapsed after giving orders when we arrived back in Fhirdiad—" Dedue stated as he sat down on the chair next to your bed.

"I-Is he well now?!" You inquired, your panicked voice startling Mercedes as she redressed your wounds. "S-Sorry..."

"Dimitri is all right," she told you with a small laugh. "He insisted on returning to work as soon as he woke up, even though everyone else urged him to rest. He also checks up on you a lot."

"He must be busy, then," you remarked with a soft sigh. "Shouldn't you be with him, Dedue?"

"Felix and Rodrigue are with him at present, His Majesty insisted I remain with you while you were still unconscious."

"I'm sorry I pulled you away from your duties."

"Don't be. I am glad to take care of you. I know you would have done the same had I been the one in your position," Dedue raised his hand in dismissal of your apology. "You should know that this is how much His Majesty values you."

"Where is he now? I should like to let him know that I am well."

The sound of your door creaking open once more prompted the three of you to look up, a breathless Dimitri walking up to your bedside before slowly falling to his knees, evidently placated at seeing you up and awake.

"I'm so relieved to see you awake now," he breathed a sigh of relief as he gathered your hands in his own. Dedue and Mercedes exchanged nods and made their silent exit, quietly shutting the door behind them. The young king could only bury his face in your lap, your fingers gently intertwined with his.

"Your Majesty, please... please raise yourself from the floor..." You gently urged him, but he refused to raise his head to look at you.

"Please allow me this... moment of weakness," he murmured, his breath warm against your knuckles. "You were asleep for so long."

"It was just five days, Your Majesty."

"And those five days were agonising, especially for our allies. That's two more than when I passed out after arriving home," Dimitri replied, finally looking up at you. He was out of his armour and just in his pristine white dress shirt and dark pants, an outfit similar to the ones he started wearing when you were in your early adolescence. And his golden hair, which was usually kept in a neat ponytail, was tousled and unkempt, like a lion unable to groom itself.

You slightly moved your hand to caress his cheek, and he easily melted into your touch. "Well, if you are all right with it, I would love to go for a walk in the gardens. And... if you are not so busy, might you accompany me?"

He quickly rose to his feet and carefully helped you up. "Of course. If you can stand—"

Fortunately, you were in a decent tunic, one of your finer ones here at home. You will have to thank Mercedes for that later. "I apologise in advance, Your Majesty. I am more of a girl now and less of a knight... I would greatly appreciate you guiding me as I gather my bearings."

You coiled your arm around his elbow and allowed him to steer your direction, his steps measured to suit your more leisurely pace.

"It has been nearly a week since that devastating incident at Arianrhod. The Imperial Army has withdrawn to Adrestia, just as we have returned home," he started as you walked past the guards and priests stationed by Dedue's bedchamber. "That chaotic attack caused severe casualties to both our armies. I doubt Edelgard will be making moves anytime soon... and the Alliance will surely have caught wind of this already."

"Then we have ample time to recalibrate our strategy, Your Majesty. If the commander is—" You replied to him, only for you to pause when you heard him grunt.

"Ghk... My apologies. I simply wished to catch you up on the situation. I didn't mean for you to start planning for our battles in the unforeseeable future..."

"It is quite all right, Your Majesty," you laughed at his sudden stiffness. "Pick my brain, please. Ask me about possible tactics. Just so you can be sure it's still working."

"Your eagerness to talk about this is more than enough proof that you are already well, and that your brain is still working," he chuckled at your witty response. No words could fully express how pleased he was to see you truly well, standing strong and proud despite your injuries. "But let us set aside that discussion for another day. There is... something else I wish to talk to you about."

You surveyed his expression for any of his stray thoughts, but all he had on was a tender smile. His eyes remained as clear as the ocean.

"Faeghus has always been a proud land. This place was simply not handed over to our ancestors, but they fought long and hard for it. And they fought not for the sake of mere fighting, but for our independence— the very thing that is being threatened at present," he stated, and you both found yourself in the palace gardens as you requested.

The afternoon sun was just as warm as you thought it to be, so you basked in its soft glow as Dimitri stood next to you.

"Even in the midst of our campaign, Rodrigue and the nobles still found the time to... bother me with trivialities," he said, though it sounded more like a grumble of complaint.

"Surely nothing is as trivial as you would expect if Rodrigue himself discussed it with you, Your Majesty."

"But it... is. At least, for me, it is. Because I am leading the Kingdom in this war and they want me to... to select a bride, of all things!"

A bride?

You fell silent next to him as he continued his... rant, as it was already turning into.

"I will not choose someone simply because Rodrigue and the rest of the Kingdom nobles told me to. More importantly, those people would know better than to hoist such a trifling matter onto me."

He didn't want to admit it, but you were right. It wasn't at all a trifling matter like he tried to dismiss it as. A succession crisis is the last thing the Kingdom needs, and many could claim to be the bastard child of the late Regent, given his great preference for sowing his wild oats. Yet he couldn't help but wonder why they had to discuss it now, of all times.

"It is probably because you will turn twenty soon," you said as you counted with your free hand. "Only five more moons 'til your birthday, if I am not mistaken."

Dimitri couldn't help but scoff to himself. His uncle spent his whole life fucking around, so surely he could be afforded that kind of grace, too. Not that he wanted to be a philanderer like his uncle, but that he would undertake his due diligence at the right time. With just one person. His wife.

He couldn't help but remember his conversation with Dedue earlier in the day before you awoke from your long rest. His vassal was as perceptive as always and was quickly able to deduce what it was that bothered him exactly.

"You do know that she will say yes if you ask, Your Majesty." "I... know, Dedue. But I have no wish to see her used for this purpose." "But you would not be using her. If the breathings of your heart are genuine— those words you uttered to her as she slept— you will hear the very same thing from her." "Do you really think so?..." "I think both of you need to be honest with yourselves. Only then can you solve this so-called predicament."

"If you are asking for my advice as to who to court, Your Majesty, I'm afraid I have very little to share with you. But if you consider casting your net far and wide, you'll find that many fighting in your army are eligible young women who—" You couldn't help but blab to yourself. And while you presented him with the possibility of finding a suitable match close by, he did not miss the glint of a tear forming in the corners of your eyes once more.

"I am... not interested in anyone at all. In other women, at least," he stated, breaking the silence that enveloped you as you stood still in the garden. "As a king at war, this matter is far too leisurely for my tastes at the moment, but I understand that Rodrigue and the others come from a place of concern. Like I said, I will not take just anyone. And silly as it may sound, I want a love match."

A love match. One of the rarest things in life, even more so in the Kingdom...

"But for me to obtain that love match, she must know that I... I must know if..."

The young king turned in your direction, holding your teary gaze though you wished to turn away. He raised a hand to your face, gently cupping your warm cheek in his callused palm. Your tears flowed and there was no stopping them, and so too were your words as you spoke them.

"I love you."

You held his gaze this time as you uttered those words. Soft as they left your lips and gentle as they landed in his ears.

"I stand here not because of my duty, but because I have been following my heart from the very beginning," you stated between breaths as you tempered your heartbeat. Your chest started to hurt again, but you didn't mind it one bit. "You are my reason for living, Dimitri. Not because my father foisted this duty onto me, but because you trusted me right from the start... And I trusted you. Even if you weren't the Prince back then, or even if we were just normal friends, I would have loved you all the same."

Dimitri's surprised expression softened to a glowing smile. "And I choose you because you are someone who sees me as I am."

You, who wanted him with no pretences. You, who wanted nothing at all from him but him. And you didn't even let those desires cloud your judgement.

"I love you too," he said, taking one of your hands in his own. "I know it took a while for me to realise..."

And he almost lost you in the process, too.

"I love you this much," he said, tracing an immeasurable, invisible line from his heart to yours. It was a surprisingly tender gesture from someone whose own strength even frightens him sometimes. "Or as the poets say, to the moon and back."

"Your Majesty, I..."

Your words failed you, but from the look in your eyes, he can confirm that those were indeed tears of the purest joy. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He feigned a cough into his fist.

"As you know, Lady Rhea herself is in Camulus Cathedral," he started once more. "If you are up for it, we..."

You laughed, never mind the sharp pain searing through your chest. You were alive and breathing and your heart was beating, so close to bursting with emotion because the King loves you.

Dimitri loves you.

"Sure, why not surprise everyone by finding your own solution to their bothersome problem?" You replied to him with a small shrug.

"Ah, yes, before I forget... I actually have something for you. When we first heard about it from Lady Rhea, she figured it was something you could make use of," he told you. From behind you came Mercedes and Annette, and in the hands of the younger woman was a worn-out satchel. "She says it was one of the few things they managed to save before they fled Garreg Mach."

You pulled out the tome from the satchel and couldn't believe your eyes. It was a book of spells unlike any you have seen, and it had the same eerie, crimson glow as Thunderbrand, its only twin in this world.

"Lady Rhea called it Suttungr's Mystery, I believe, and it is tied to the crest you possess," Dimitri stated, the same kind smile on his face as watched you marvel at the relic now in your hands. "The Crest of Charon."

"Y-Your Majesty, I thank you, truly," you said, wiping your tears with your sleeve. "This is a wonderful present, but I'm not so sure I can utilise its full potential. I am not a skilled magician like my ancestor, after all."

"Fortunately for you, magic can be taught and learned," Annette excitedly chimed in. "And we're at the right place at the right time, aren't we, Mercie? The Royal School of Sorcery is just next door!"

"Ah, you're right! I can easily learn a thing or two even from just you guys," you happily exclaimed as you held the tome close to your chest. You raised your eyes to the young king and beamed at him. "Thank you, Dimitri."

"There is something else I wish to give you, if I may."

From his pant pocket, he pulled out another gift, one you instantly recognised as his birth mother's treasured azure dagger, a present bequeathed only to the Queen Consort of the King of Faerghus.

"Shall we be on our way to Camulus, then?"

"...So it was said that the Warrior King of Faerghus and the astute Leader of the Leicester Alliance ended the senseless war waged by forces who worked in the darkness of the shadows. The young leaders were closely aided by the Church of Seiros in their pursuit of peace." "...But the tale of the young king's blossoming affections for his own sworn knight became one of Faerghus's most beloved tales of all time."

"When you look at things that way, it sounds like your father fell in love with me first rather than the other way around," you remarked as you closed the book you just finished reading. In your lap was a boy no older than six, his sunny blonde hair a stark reminder once more of who you married and bore a child for. And how you did all of that not out of obligation, but out of love.

Grian Ephraim Blaiddyd was born on the fifth of the Harpstring Moon in the new era. His birth heralded the arrival of the Kingdom's long-awaited heir, and your first-born son with Dimitri manifested the much coveted Major Crest of Blaiddyd, much to the delight of the peoples.

"Why does it matter who fell in love first, mama?" The boy quipped, his mouth surprisingly smart for his young age. "The only thing that matters is that you love each other still!"

You threw your husband a shocked look, which he only returned with a low laugh.

"You've puzzled your mother quite enough, Grian," Dimitri chuckled from across his bedchamber. "Mackenna and Lyor will be arriving today. Have you forgotten?"

"Of course not, papa. How could I forget the arrival of my favourite friends?" Grian stated with a smile as he hopped off your lap. He bowed before you much like you always did when you were his age. "I will see you again later in the evening, my good mama."

As Grian was set to be King, the spirited Mackenna Aine Gautier and the intuitive Lyor Glenn Fraldarius will, too, rise to their destinies as the future Magrave Gautier and Duke Fraldarius of the new era. But for now, they will settle as good friends to the Prince.

The boy exited his father's bedchamber, closely followed by his older but ever-reliable guardian, Dedue.

"I wish he'd stop talking like an old man," you said, your voice cracking in laughter. "I swear, Grian spends too much time with the city's old folk. I'm glad Mackenna and Lyor are here this time."

Dimitri approached you and pulled you into his arms. "Our son has a point, you know. Why does it matter who fell in love with who first?"

"I suppose you are right, because even after all this time, I still love you this much," you said, drawing an invisible line that connected your heart to his. "Or as the poets say, to the moon and back."

[stayboba]

𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝕲𝖔

‘Let Go’

Jisung (Han) x fem!reader

Your feelings for Jisung and the jealousy you have for a certain staff member cause you to distance yourself from him, until one night the truth comes out...

Word Count: 6.9k 

Genres: Friends to lovers cause i’m a sucker for this trope, Slight Angst (happy ending), Smut (18+ minors DNI)

Warnings: A lil angsty, smut, mature content (18+ minors DNI), negative self-talk, reader cries, jealously/insecurity themes, oral/fingering (f. receiving), overstimulation (f. receiving), spitting, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of voyeurism, mature language

‘have u gotten off work yet?’ You hear a ping at the arrival of Jisung’s text. You read it as you simultaneously lock your office door, closing up for the evening.

‘just did, what’s up?’ You type back, rounding the block. It doesn’t take long before your phone goes off again. 

‘wanna come hang out at the studio? it won’t be long, we should be finished with what we’re working soon.’ Your hand tenses around the device as you scan over his response. Another message pops up under the one you’re reading. 

‘plus, changbin is starting to get rowdy cause we’re kinda stuck on this one track... we could use the extra pair of ears pls.’ This one is followed by the emoji with the teary, black eyes and the mouth drawn into a pout.

You sigh, letting your shoulders drop. It’s not that you didn’t want to see your friend. Lately, you've just developed a tendency to be avoidant of Jisung. Especially when it comes to being in the studio with him. Nonetheless, this time you decide to swallow your pride.

‘yeah, sure! that sounds good :)’ You respond, shaking yourself out of your mood. 

‘yay! that’s good because i already placed an order for takeout and i need u to go pick it up before u get here pls. lolololololol...’ You roll your eyes yet change your route towards yours and Jisung's favorite restaurant. 

~

As you approach the recording room, you can already feel the pressure building in your ear canals. The bass spills into the hallway, resonating throughout the walls. You struggle to open the door with the large takeout bag that you’re carrying in your arms. Somehow, you can hear the sound of Jisung’s footsteps scurrying over to you.

“I got it!” He shouts over the music. He takes the bag from you and sets it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Your arms feel like the noodles you ordered as you go to shut the door behind you.

“Hey, (Y/n)! Thanks for stopping by!” Chan turns around in his chair at the computer desk to greet you. Changbin sits next to him, clicking away at the computer mouse. 

“Arrggh!” He yells, snatching the pair of headphones off his head. He turns to Chan, then sees you out of the corner of his eye. 

“Oh,” His ears go red when he realizes you've seen his mini tantrum. “Hey, (Y/n).”

“Hey guys!” You laugh, taking a seat next to Jisung on the couch. You give his shoulder a smack as he reaches into the bag. 

“Ow!” He retreats, grasping his “injury” with his hand. “What did you do that for?”

“Why the hell would you put the order name under ‘J.ONE’ and not tell me?” At this, Jisung bursts into a fit of laughter. This earns a few giggles from Chan and a sly smile from Changbin. 

"What do you mean?? I use that name at that place all the time," He clasps his hand to his chest, faking a heartbreak. "How could you not remember?"

“Liar! That cashier looked at me like I was stupid,” You grimace, snatching your food container out of the bag. “He had to go back and read all of the recent orders one by one! I was holding up the line!” Jisung just snickers at the account of your awkward experience. 

“Alright, alright! Maybe I recently started using it to troll,” He’s removing the lid to his own food, already slurping away at a mouthful of noodles. “But you haven’t uh... well never mind.” His eyes fall from yours to the floor. 

You feel a twinge at your heart when you realize what he might have been about to say. This is the first time you’ve gotten food together in a while, the first time you haven’t made an excuse for not coming to see him. Still, you opt not to take the discussion any farther and instead begin to eat your food. 

You keep to yourself like this for a while, munching away at your teriyaki chicken while watching Chan and Changbin fidget with the computer. You try to ignore your own guilty thoughts and the occasional burn of Jisung’s eyes into the side of your head. Unable to bare the strong silence, despite the loud music snippets playing every now and then, you clear your throat. 

“Ji said you guys were stuck on a track?” You asked the two at the computer. Chan replies with a sigh. 

“Yeah, we can’t decide what beat works best with what we have so far.” Changbin turns in his seat again, glaring over at the youngest of the three producers. 

“Hey, Han! Why don’t you get back to helping us make a decision!” He shouts at him. Jisung sinks into the couch beside you. 

“Okay, okay... I’m almost done.” He starts to eat the rest of his noodles one at a time, making you giggle. The two of you exchange a look for a few seconds before you avert your gaze away again. Chan suddenly looks over his shoulder at you and gets an idea. 

“Why don’t we just play them for (Y/n)? See what she thinks?” Now all three pairs of eyes are on you. 

“Well... sure. I’ll try!” Changbin gets up, offering you his chair. You sit yourself down, putting the headphones on over your ears. Chan plays his first, then Changbin. You nod your head to the boom of the bass, understanding why this is such a hard choice to make now.

“Han, come play yours now,” Chan says. Jisung sets his noodle container down, walking over to the desk. Your breath hitches when he leans over you, standing so close. His hand brushes yours as he reaches for the mouse. That’s when you hear the door open.

“Hey, Sori!” Your heart drops as you whip your head around to see a woman walk into the room, her bright smile practically lighting the place up. Your eyes instantly flit over to Jisung, and your lip goes into a frown when you see he’s looking at her with a smile just as bright. 

“What’s up!?” There’s an almost sickly, sweet tone to her voice. 

“We’re just trying to decide what kind of beat we want to use for the bass on this track,” Chan says, gesturing over to the computer. As Sori’s eyes lock with yours, you want nothing more than to either disappear or kick yourself for coming here. 

“Hi (Y/n)!” Sori chirps, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, hey!” You say, trying to hide any signs of unease that might be on your face.

“I was just about to play the one I made.” Says Jisung.

“Cool! Can I have a listen?” She looks to you, pointing at the headphones. 

“Oh, yeah sure!” You hesitate before taking them off and handing them over to her. You get up so she can sit down in your previous spot. 

“Okay, ready?” Jisung’s eyes are full of anticipation as he looks down at her. 

“Mhm!” He hits the play button, leaning on the desk. You watch Sori’s face in the silence as she listens to the music. Her brow furrows before an impressed grin spreads across her face. 

“Oh my gosh, this one! This is it, you have to use this one!” She gawks. Jisung begins to shake his fists in excitement. 

“Really, you think so?” She brings her hand up to rest it on his leg. 

“Yes, definitely! This sounds really good, Jisung!” You cross your arms across your chest in hopes of making yourself smaller when you hear her call him that. You’re screaming at yourself to look away but at the same you can't resist the urge to watch.

“Now hold on! You haven’t even listened to mine yet!” Changbin argues, and the whole room laughs. You’re mustering a fake smile while trying to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to the bathroom.” You blurt out before leaving the room. You walk at a hurried pace down the hallway. Much to your relief, you find the restroom empty when you get there. You hunch over the sink, peering up into the mirror. 

You knew deep down that Sori was just a staff member, someone who worked with Jisung. You also knew that she was just a friendly person, which of course she fucking was because everything about her was perfect. She was probably just being nice whenever she interacted with Jisung or any of the other members. And so was he, always striving to keep things professional.

But these rational pieces of knowledge could never stop you from feeling on edge whenever she was around. No amount of reason could lighten the dark shade of green on your face from every smile, every laugh, and every harmless touch that Sori and Jisung shared.

All because you are in love with your best friend and pretty much always have been. This was probably most unfortunate of all because you knew that you couldn’t be with him. A relationship with him would be seen as a scandal, it would be a blow to his career, and you could never do that to him. So, you’ve kept silent all this time.

Yet this didn’t stop the growing envy you felt when Sori was around and in turn, your jealousy could never deter your feelings for Jisung. You were simply caught in the middle of the crossfire of emotions within you. You had to let go of him before you got yourself, or even worse: him, hurt.

Somehow, you manage to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. You pull yourself together before leaving to go back to the studio. Before you can make it over, you see Jisung in the hallway. His lips go up in a thin smile when he catches sight of you. 

“Hey, you okay?” He asks. You give him a nod. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” His eyes linger on your face for a minute before he lets out a hum. 

“We finished up. Chan and Bin have some other stuff to do but I think I’m ready to get out of here,” he says with a laugh. “If you’re not busy, do you want to come back to the dorm with me? I think it’s just Seungmin, Felix, and Jeongin there. We could watch a movie or something.” You feel bad for admitting it but getting away from the studio (and away from Sori) with him sets your mind at ease.

“Yeah! I’m in...” You breathe out. His smile gets wider as the two of you start to walk down the hallway together. You wrap your jacket tighter around yourself as you step out into the cool night air. 

“I’m glad you came by today" Jisung tells you as you round the block. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” You gnaw at your lip as the familiar feeling of guilt creeps in. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. I’ve just been busy...” You lie. He shakes his head, waving it off. 

“Ah, it’s okay. If there’s anyone who should understand, it’s me!” You stride farther down the pavement before coming to a crosswalk. While you’re waiting for the sign to go, Jisung turns back to you again. 

“You’re not mad at me, or anything are you?” His words appear to be a joke at first, but the tilt of his head tells you his question is somewhat genuine. 

“Of course not, Ji,” You try to sound as reassuring as possible, which was hard to do. Not because you hated him but because of everything going on in your head.

 “I haven’t forgiven you for the ‘J.ONE’ thing exactly, but I couldn’t ever be mad you. Not even for that!” He smiles as the sign turns green and the two of you begin to walk again. 

“Good, because I would really hate it if you did...” You direct your head away from him, so he doesn’t see the red tint on your cheeks. 

“Wanna make a convenient store run? Snacks are on me!” The corner of your mouth raises in a half smile. 

“For sure!” You exclaim, skipping into the store with him. 

~

Jisung struggles to get the keys into the door with the pile of snacks tucked in his arms. And you have it no better, pretty much carrying the same amount. Instead, he opts to knock/kick the door while yelling for someone to come let the two of you in. 

“Jisung! You’re gonna wake the whole hall!” He looks back at you with a shiny grin on his face as you scold him. A moment later, Felix comes to answer the door, hair disheveled and eyes heavy with sleep. 

“Why didn’t you use your key?” The blonde grumbles. Jisung holds out the snacks in response. 

“I’ll take that, thank you!” Felix takes a bag of chips from the top of the mountain, stepping aside to let the two of you walk in. You immediately drop all of the snacks onto the kitchen counter, rummaging for the ones you wanted to eat first.

When Jisung has his haul picked out, he settles on the edge of the couch. He grabs the remote to start looking for a movie to watch. Felix plops down next to him, opening the bag he took earlier. Jisung glares over at him.

"I thought you were in bed earlier." Felix holds up a chip in Jisung's face.

"It's late night snack time!" He explains before popping it into his mouth. Jisung rolls his eyes but doesn't tell him to leave. You're still in the kitchen, slipping your shoes off and fixing yourself some water. That's when Seungmin and Jeongin tread into the room. Jeongin's eyes are like beacons in the television lighting.

"We're watching a movie!?" The youngest member says, excitedly, jumping onto the couch beside Felix.

"Hi, (Y/n)!" Seungmin waves at you as he joins you in the kitchen. The two must be caffeinated or something, probably taking a break from a video game marathon.

"Hey, Min!" You say back. He eyes the snacks on the counter.

"You can take some if you want." You go ahead and tell him.

"Thanks!" He says, taking some type of chocolate snack from the stash. He goes back over to the living room, sitting down next to Jeongin. 

“Oh yeah, sure guys! You can join us!” Jisung states, sarcastically. The three younger boys stick their tongues out at him in sync. You walk out of the kitchen with your snacks, realizing there’s no more room on the couch. Jisung shoots his members a glare but then he gets an idea. You watch him as he parts his knees. 

“You can come sit here.” He tells you, lips pressed into that familiar, thin smile. That’s when a memory pops into your head. 

One night you were upset about something, you can’t remember what it was now. But you had called Jisung and he dropped everything to come over and be there for you. You were crying so hard that you couldn’t even heave yourself up on the couch. So he just sat behind you, leaning over to hold you just like that. But then it became a habit whenever you were hanging out with him, to sit like that during movies or while you were playing video games together... so it has its happy memories too.

“Okay...” Your heart begins to flutter as you settle yourself down on the floor in between him. Jisung presses play on the movie and you rest your cheek on one of his knees. That's when you feel his hands absentmindedly combing through your hair. Your eyes are glued to the screen but nothing about the movie registers with you. All you can focus on is his touch. 

But rather than bringing you comfort, it brings you heartache. You know the truth is that there was nothing more to his gesture than friendliness. It's merely platonic. Maybe it's because he wouldn’t see anyone for the sake of his career, maybe it was because he was secretly dating Sori... a million different scenarios flood your thoughts. No matter what the reason might be, you told yourself over and over again that you would always be friends with Jisung and nothing else. 

You finally felt all the emotions that you had bottled up that day spill over. A tear began to fall down your cheek. You try your best to keep the boys from noticing the hiccup in your chest. You sniffled and you fell Jisung’s hand pause against you at the noise. You slightly panic as it moved over to the side of your head, brushing the hair out of the way to expose your face. Before you could turn away his fingers were already brushing a tear off of your cheek. 

“Hey...” He says in a hushed voice so only you can hear. You slowly turn your head back to face him. Your glassy eyes lock onto his and you notice the mix of emotions that he's holding within them. 

“We’ll be back...” Jisung mutters to the other boys before getting up and pulling you off the ground. The others make a few grunts of acknowledgment, too invested in the movie to give much thought to the fact that Jisung was now leading you down the hallway to his room, alone. 

Once he closes the door behind him, he gently guides you to sit down on the bed with his hands pressed to your shoulders. A soft sob forces out of you as you bury your face in your palms. 

“What’s been going on?” He asks, voice soothing. “Talk to me... I’m here.” You shake your head, throwing your hands up to drop into your lap. 

“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid...” Your lip trembles as you speak. You couldn’t believe you had let your feelings get this far and all because you just couldn’t learn to let go. Jisung starts to rub at your shoulders. 

“No, you’re not,” he says, reassuringly. “I knew something had to be bothering you. You just need to let it out, so go ahead.” You shake your head once again in protest. 

“I can’t tell you...” You whisper. 

“Of course, you can! (Y/n), you know there isn’t a thing in this world that you can’t tell me.” He wraps his arms around you, and you welcome it, letting your head sink into his chest. 

“It’ll change everything.” His hold tightens around you. 

“Maybe it will, but it can’t change the fact that I am your friend and I’m gonna be with you and you with me no matter what. It has and always will be that way.”

"But I don't want to be friends..." You mutter against his sweatshirt.

"What?" He questions, pulling away to look at you again. You let your eyes linger on his concerned face for a moment before you finally reveal what your heart had been wanting all this time.

“Ji... I’m in love with you.” He doesn’t say anything, surely just processing, but your heart drops anyway. You quickly continue in order to distract yourself from the shift in the air. 

“But... I know it’s not appropriate for you to be in a relationship with your image and everything. So, I completely understand. It’s why I haven’t said anything but...”

“(Y/n), I don’t give a shit about that stuff anymore.” He says, cutting you off. “I mean yeah I used to when we were getting started but... I promise it doesn't matter to me anymore."

“Oh...” Your feet begin to fidget at the sudden tension within the room, making you blurt the next part without thinking. “So you must be with Sori then.” 

“What?” Jisung asks, furrowing his brow at you. 

“Hey, It’s okay! I won’t tell anyone! I get it if you’re trying to break it to the public slowly or...” 

“(Y/n), I’m not with Sori.” He tells you, leaving you taken aback once more.

“Wait why?” But his smile is already answering your question for him.

“Because she’s not who I want,” He takes your hands in his. “You are...” You thought you misheard him. Did he really just say that? Or are you so hysterical right now that you hallucinated it? Are you dreaming? 

“Wh-what? Wait I-” His finger comes up to press against your lips.

“Stop talking,” He coos. “Save those pretty lips for something useful...” With that, he’s cupping your face in his hands and bringing it to his. Warmness spreads throughout your chest as he presses his lips to yours. You had always wondered how this would feel... 

“Ji...” You whisper against him when you finally part. He pulls you to sit in his lap, latching his lips back onto you as his hands enclose around your waist. His kisses leave you breathless, the plush of his skin against yours making you feel faint. 

“It’s always been you. I’ve always loved you and I’m an idiot for not telling you sooner...” He looks up at your flushed face, intertwining his finger with yours. 

“It’s okay,” You say, shaking your head. “We’re here now, that’s all that matters.” His face scrunches as you place a kiss on his nose. He lets you shrug off your jacket before going back to kissing you. His hands wander anywhere they can, eager to make up for lost time. 

He decides to then carefully lay you down under him, allowing the kiss to become more feverish. The warm, wetness of your mouth makes his head grow cloudier and he can’t help but slip his tongue in. You moan into him for the first time and it’s a sound he wishes to relive over and over again. 

“Fuck, (Y/n)...” He pulls away, leaving the two of you gasping for air. 

“We don’t have to keep going if you don't want to.” He tells you, lips hovering over yours with sheer inches in between them. “But if we keep carrying on like this... I’m not gonna be able to stop myself.”

You contemplate, staring back up at him with weighted eyelids. 

“Don’t stop now, Ji,” You begin to plead. “We’ve kept ourselves from each other all this time, please don’t stop now.” You watch the look in his eyes take a dark turn as they scan across your face.

“I’m sorry, hang on...” You’re confused when he suddenly pushes himself off of you, going to reach for his phone. You sit up and peer over his shoulder, eyes going wide when you see he’s texting the three boys out in the living room. 

‘get out or turn the movie up...’ He tells them. The three text bubbles show up instantly. 

‘Dude...’ ‘why???’ ‘bruh’ Jisung scoffs, throwing his phone across the bed. He looks back at you as if he’s going to eat you alive. Suddenly, he’s pushing you underneath him again. Without warning, his lips cascade down your neck, kissing and licking over your sensitive spots. What takes you even more by surprise is when he slides his knee in between your legs, rutting it against you. 

“Ji!” You moan loudly. That’s when you hear screeches of terror come from down the hall, followed by the front door slamming and the TV volume blasting up. 

“Well, that worked like a charm.” He chuckles, amusingly. Wanting to coax more out of you, Jisung goes back to kissing your neck, occasionally leaving a nip or two. You feel a tingle run down your spine when his hands go under your shirt, fingertips dancing across the soft skin. On top of this, he hasn’t removed his knee from your heat and your hips involuntarily grind against him. 

“Can I take this off?” Jisung murmurs in your ear, wrapping his fingers around the hem of your shirt. You nod your head, but he perches himself back up to look at you. “I need to hear you say it, (Y/n)."

“Yes, Jisung. You can take it off, please take it off.” You breathe out. He smirks, grazing his lips beside your ear in a kiss. He lifts the fabric over your head, watching intently when you arch your back to help him. Once it’s off, he crumples it and tosses it over the edge of the bed. He lets his kiss-swollen lips travel all over the expanse of newly exposed skin, his nose tracing a soft trail behind them. 

You gasp when you feel his kisses become wet when he reaches the part of your breasts peeking out from your bra. Your hands instinctively fly up to claw at the material of the back of his top. He takes your arms and pins them down beside you in response, not wanting you to throw him out of focus. He is practically drunk off of your skin alone. You whimper when you feel his strong grip encircle your wrists. 

“Ji, you too.” You beg him. He hums against you, leaving one last peck on your neck before sitting up again. Jisung quickly shimmies out of his sweatshirt, letting it fall beside him. Your eyes, hiding shyly behind your lashes, snake up his tone torso. He exhales sharply when your hand comes up to run over his smooth skin and muscle. You don’t stop until you reach the side of his face, cupping his cheek in your hand. He sighs happily, placing his hand over yours. He puckers his lips around your palm before looking back down at you with the most adoring look. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, placing a second kiss on the inside of your wrist this time. “Absolutely beautiful.” He leans back over you, kissing all over your flushed cheeks, making you giggle. 

“Come here...” He pulls you up to sit on your knees so that you’re face to face with him now. He hurriedly fills the space in between you, landing his lips on yours again. That's when he realizes your hands are shaking.

"Hey..." He pulls away, placing his hands on your hips to steady you. "You still doing okay?" You nod reassuringly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You go to wrap your arms around his neck. "It's just a lot... in a good way! But still a lot." The truth is, you really couldn’t believe what was happening. The feeling of Jisung’s lips and hands caressing your body is still fresh in your mind, and you knew it would be forever burned into your brain. The closeness you had been sharing with him, that you had only dreamed of until now, was overwhelming. 

“I know,” He coos, kissing your cheek. “Am I being gentle enough? I’m not hurting you, right?” His eyes, filled with concern, bore into yours. You reach up to push his hair back out of his face. 

“No, Ji. Everything about this is perfect...” You let your pillowy lips brush against his and your chest swells with pride when you hear his breath catch in his throat. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long...” He lets his eyes fall shut, hanging on to every last one of your words. 

“God, me too, baby.” Your grip tightens around his shoulders to keep yourself from crumbling in his arms at the name. He takes the opportunity to lower his head down to kiss your neck again. You lull yours back to give him more access. That’s when he begins to lead you farther up the bed, laying you down on his pillows. 

“Just relax for me,” His breath is delicious against your ear. “I’m gonna take really good care of you, baby.” Your skin begins to flush as you feel him slide his hands behind your back, unhooking the clasp of your bra. You watch as his slim fingers wrap around the straps, sliding them off of your shoulders. 

“Mmmh, fuck me.” He groans when he finally sees your breasts perking up. “You’re stunning.” He begins to retrace his previous trail of kisses down your chest, lightly biting at your collarbones this time.

“Ji...” You whine, squirming away as his lips travel lower.

“Nuh-uh, where do you think you’re going?” He tsks at you, pinning you down by your hips. You gasp when you feel his tongue lick up the valley in between your breasts. 

“Jisung!” You mewl out. You feel him smirk against your skin.

“Glad to see you’re finally making those pretty lips useful,” You turn your face away as you blush at his words. “I guess it’s my turn now.” Your head plunges further into the pillow when you feel him enclose his lips around one of your breasts, squeezing the other in his hand. 

“Shit, Ji.” Your ears tune into the lewd sound of him sucking your nipple into his mouth. He moans around you. The vibrations from his voice turn into chills that spread all throughout your body. He shifts his head to your other breast to pay it the same attention. 

“I fucking love your mouth, Jisung.” Your eyes widen at your own declaration. He lets go of you, cocking his eyebrow up. 

“Oh yeah?” He teases, but he can feel himself twitching in his pants. “Well, you’re about to love it a lot more...” That’s when he begins kissing down your stomach, wet lips smacking messily against your flesh. Your hips buck up at the feeling of his tongue jutting out on you. You tense up when his nose tickles the skin below your belly button. He waits until he can sense your anticipation, before starting to kiss horizontally above the hem of your jeans. 

“Ji, please...” You pant. You could let him kiss everywhere on your body for hours, but the growing need in your core makes you desperate for his lips to be elsewhere... 

“I know, sweetheart...” You exhale in relief when his fingers go up to undo the button of your jeans. “I’m gonna give you everything I should have a long time ago.”

 You wiggle your legs, helping him get them down. As soon as he’s got them off your feet, he wraps his hand around your ankle, holding your leg up for him. He makes sure his eyes are locked with yours before his lips and teeth begin to rake down the skin. You would protest his stalling if it weren’t for the animalistic look he’s burning into you, the flame in his eyes becoming brighter as the distance between him and your core closes in.

“Hmm...” He hums against you, satisfied by the fact that you’re already soaking through your panties. You sigh as soon as you see him hook his fingers under the waistband. Your heels dig into the sheets when he places kisses over the hood of your clit when the skin becomes exposed. Once he slides the garment off of your ankles, he tosses them over his shoulder before inching his face back over above your heat. He licks his lips before diving in. 

“Ah, yes! Ji!” Your legs open more, letting him get as close as he possibly can. He’s already moaning into you at the first taste, hands coming up to grope at your tits. 

“Shit, you taste amazing...” His praise is muffled as he covers your slit with his open mouth. He lays his tongue flat against you before moving his head side to side. 

“Oh fuck!” One of your hands goes over his on your breast and the other runs down your body to pull at his locks. His eyes roll back as if he’s getting high off of your taste. Your mouth opens in a silent moan as you feel the sharpness of the tip of his tongue running up from your sopping entrance to your clit. 

“Jisung~” You call out his name over and over again as he laps at your needy bud.

“That’s it, baby,” He paused to place a kiss on your thigh. “Keep moaning my name like that. Like it belongs to you and only you~”

“Fuck yes...” You yelp when you feel his teeth lightly graze your folds. “Jisung!”

“I’m all yours,” He whispers, kissing your clit. “All yours.” He starts to make circles around your entrance with his fingertips before sliding one into you. Your hands pull harder at his hair, pressing him deeper into you. He takes the opportunity to suck more of your clit into his mouth. Your vision goes white and you’re only able to focus on the feeling of his tongue flicking against you while he curls his finger up against the sweet spot within your walls. 

“Mmm, baby let go one moment.” You do as he says, taking your hand out of his hair. He lifts his head up, eyes still trained on your messy cunt as he lets a string of his spit fall from his lips onto you. You moan as you feel it trickle down your folds. He leans back down, lapping his own saliva up along with your wetness. He slides another finger into you, pounding them into you without warning. At the same time, his tongue and lips feel like they’re everywhere at once. 

“Fuck! Ji, I’m gonna cum...” You cry out as you begin to feel the pit in your stomach tighten. He hums against you in response, eager to drink you in. As you finally release into his mouth with one last moan of his name, his hand squeezes tighter around your breast. He lets himself completely drown in you, helping you ride the wave of your high. 

As you begin to come back down, Jisung stays put in between your legs. You look over at him, curiously, as you continue to catch your breath. 

“Ji? What is it?” You ask him. That’s when he suddenly grabs your thighs, pushing them up into your chest. His head drops back down to tongue furiously at your clit again. 

“Jisung! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” It takes all of his strength to keep your legs in place. Your knuckles turn white around the sheets, nails threatening to tear into them. 

“Ji! I c-can’t...” When you feel another orgasm about to rip through your body, he pulls away and lets go of your legs. Before you can register what he’s doing, he’s sucking at your tits again. His tongue swirls sloppily around your nipples, smearing your juices along with his saliva. You moan out, burying your nails into the skin of his shoulder, spurring him on further. 

“I’m sorry, baby...” He moans against your chest. “I just want this to last forever.” He sucks dark marks into your skin as one of his hands travels down to rub fast circles around your clit. 

“Ji...Ji...” His name is the only thing on your mind right now as he brings you to ecstasy again. You whine as he holds you tight against him, kissing over the marks he had left. 

“Thank you for being so good for me...” He praises, lifting himself back up to give you a sweet kiss. You don’t fail to notice how beautiful he is. Sweat making his messy hair stick to his face, eyes blown out with your arousal staining his lips. He hisses when your hand comes up to palm him through his jeans. 

“Ji, I need you now...” You plead. 

“Oh, baby, you have me~” He says with a wink, sitting up so you can reach the button of his jeans. Your eyes don’t leave his as you go to undo them. You push them down to his knees so that he can kick them off. You pull him back down to kiss you while letting your hand slip into his underwear. When he lets out a groan, you slide your tongue into his mouth, and he only gets louder as a result. 

“Fuck, (Y/n)...” His eyes squeeze shut as you wrap your fingers around him, sliding them up and down. He presses his forehead to yours, lost in your touch. Becoming impatient, he makes swift work of taking his boxers off, finally freeing his hard cock. His eyes travel all along your body as he bites his lip, giving himself a few pumps. He slowly moves his hips over to meet yours, carefully guiding himself into you. Your head falls back and his falls onto your shoulder once he’s all the way in. 

“You feel so damn good,” He whispers in your ear, kissing just below it. “And you look so good too, so fucking beautiful... even better than how I imagined you would be like this.” His words make you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper. You bite down on the inside of your cheek when he begins to move, his tip already kissing your sweet spot with every thrust. Your head goes dizzy at the sound of his deep breaths in your ear and your fingers go to grasp at his tone back. He grunts at the sting of your nails scratching down the skin, encouraging him to pick up the pace. 

After a while, he gets up on his knees so that he can hold your legs open to watch his cock disappear inside you over and over again. The sight of your pretty face lost in pleasure makes him grow even harder against your walls. That’s when he thinks back to what you said earlier. 

“(Y/n), I need to say something...” He rasps out. Your eyes shift up to look into his, unable to form words with the way he’s rocking into you. He pauses for a moment to place a kiss on your knee beside him before resuming the rhythm of his hips. 

“You’re the most beautiful, most wonderful girl in my life,” He tells you, “The only girl for me...” He leans back on top of you, earning a whine from you when you feel your nipples rub across his glistening chest. 

“I’ll fuck you in front of Sori myself to let her know her place if that’s what it takes to get you to see it...” His voice is low in your ear as he finishes his statement. 

“Ji!” You groan in embarrassment burying your face in his shoulder. Despite this, his words still make you clench around him even harder. He chuckles, kissing your face as he drives into you faster. The sweet, familiar pressure begins to build back up within you. You can tell he's also getting close too by the way he's throwing his head back, sweat dripping down his Adam's apple.

“(Y/n), I’m gonna cum soon,” He pants, hips rutting into you harder, “Where do you-” 

“Inside! Please I want to feel it inside me...” You trap him within your legs so he can’t escape. 

“Fuck. Okay, sweet girl...” With that, he brings a hand down to rub at your clit, making sure to send you over the edge before he gets there himself. 

“Mmm! Jisung!” You come apart underneath him, the sight of you making him spill into you soon after. Your body shivers when you feel how warm his seed is inside of you.

“Ah! Fuck, baby~” Jisung lets himself fall into your arms, lazily grinding himself into you as he continues to fill you up. Once he's spent, he rests his eyes, listening to your calming heartbeat. You kiss his forehead, soothingly running your hands through his hair. The two of you stay like that for a couple of minutes, catching your breath.

"This was long overdue..." He remarks, making you laugh.

"I'd say." You reply.

“I’ll go run a bath for you.” Jisung whispers, kissing your cheek before pulling out of you. He pushes himself off the bed before disappearing into his connected bathroom. You turn over on your side, pressing your thighs together so that his cum doesn’t drip out of you. You let your eyes shut against the pillow you’re cradling underneath you. 

Just before you can drift off, you feel someone tapping at your shoulder. Your eyes flutter back open to reveal a smiling Jisung with his cheeks puffing out. 

“Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s get you in the tub.” He helps you to your feet, both of you not failing to notice the slight shake in your leg as he guides you to the bathroom. He carries you in, setting you down in the warm water. You sigh as the tension in your muscles fades away, laying back against the wall of the tub. He lets himself admire your relaxed form before turning to leave. You stop him by grabbing his wrist. 

“Come join me, please?” He can’t say no to the big eyes that you’re giving him. He sheds the underwear he had put back on before climbing into the tub with you. He immediately opens his arms up to you, to which you gladly indulge. Your back is pressed firmly to his torso, head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

“Did everything feel good?” He asks you. You hum contently, nodding your head. 

“I’m afraid you’ve got me in deeper than I was before,” You joke, looking up at him. “You’re stuck with me now...”

“That’s fine by me,” He chuckles, pressing a kiss into the side of your face. “Because now that I have you, I’m not letting go...” 

“Me neither, Ji.” You smile.

Ahhh, hello! Thank you so much for reading! I know this fic was longer than what I normally do, but I really loved the plot I developed for it so that’s why I went a little crazy lmao. I came up with this by mixing a couple ideas I received together so thank you to everyone who submitted ideas for a Jisung fic when I asked! Please don’t forget to reblog, comment, and interact with this post/my blog if you liked this, I would really appreciate a little more than just a like :) 

Another thing I should mention is that I am unfortunately going to be closing my requests for one-shots at this time :( I have a good bit of requests right now that I need to write for but I will let you all know as soon as I open them again! If you still want to submit a hard/soft thought that you want me to make a note on or write a little drabble for, feel free to do so because I still want to be active and interact with all of you! 

Okay, one last thing this note is as long as the fic I’m sorry.. I just wanted to take the time to thank everyone for reading my stories and supporting my work in the short time I’ve been writing! I didn’t expect to see my content get as much attention and positive feedback as it is and I am so so so thankful to everyone who interacts with what I post! So again, thank you so much, and thank you again for reading this! <3

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[greg-montgomery]

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Aaron Hotchner x Reader

series

Ivy - complete (nsfw)

any other world (nsfw)

my fics

Saturday Night (nsfw)

Lonely

aaron comforting you after a long day

making up with aaron after a fight

young!aaron helping you deal with stress

aaron is your secret admirer - part 2

a fight with aaron

enemies to lovers

hotch has a wet dream about you (nsfw)

jealous (toxic) hotch

enemies to lovers - kiss in the rain

meet cute in a bookstore

aaron taking care of you while you're sick

being hotch's secret admirer - part 2

halloween blurb

riding hotch's thigh (nsfw)

aaron profiles you in bed (nsfw)

aaron spoils you on your birthday

a fight with aaron

jealous hotch while undercover

piggy back ride

aaron helps you through an anxiety attack

aaron helps you with a bad habit

more birthday spoiling

morgan catches you and hotch making out

getting back with ex bf!hotch

fluff after your first time with aaron

energetic!reader ranting to aaron

sex while watching a movie (nsfw)

aaron talks to jack about you

angry/jealousy sex (nsfw)

champagne problems

brat tamer hotch (nsfw)

hotch has a soft spot for you

soft and romantic sex

ex bf!hotch

hotch and jack trying to win you back

jealous dbf!hotch

aaron helps you after a family loss

touch starved!hotch

aaron takes care of you after a long day

cocky aaron

jealous aaron

falling asleep in hotch's hotel room

staying with hotch & jack

route 66

jack outs your relationship to the team

aaron comforts you

hotch is jealous of your celebrity crush (aka thomas gibson lol)

condescending aaron (nsfw)

studying with college!hotch

hotch & swiftie!reader

aaron braids your hair

going to hotch's room bc you're scared of a thunderstorm

shy!reader who's not so shy (nsfw)

hotch finds out you want to be called princess

showing off your bf to your friends

princess treatment for sick!reader

accidentally texting your boyfriend's dad while drunk - part 2 (nsfw)

spending the night at your dad's best friend's house - part 2 (nsfw)

mr. scratch

you're reid's best friend visiting him at work-love at first sight

meeting your boyfriend’s dad only to recognize him from a one night stand (nsfw)

fic recs

headcanons

jack calls you mom for the first time

aaron has heart eyes for you

stealing aaron’s snacks

first mother’s day with your hotchners

sitting in aaron's lap

sweet sex with aaron (nsfw)

social media aus

instagram povs: 1, 2, 3, 4

bau group chat

texts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

twitter: 1, 2

moodboards

life with aaron

being young!hotch's gf

life with young!hotch - fall edition

life with aaron 2

princess treatment

Greg Montgomery x Reader Masterlist

[winterspiel]

ﾟ｡ What type of comfort does your soulmate get from you? ⋆｡⊹

I was about to call it a day (with my sleep deprived and messed up body clock), but I'm suddenly called upon to make this PAC. This is actually my first time doing a PAC reading, but I have been wanting to try this for the longest!

❅ ੈ ⋆｡⊹ ⋅ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

pls do take note, choose a pile carefully! you may be drawn to more than one pile, so one may be your energy, and the other may be your future partner/lover/soulmate. do pick what mostly draws you in!

these messages and the context of my readings are from intuition and practice. this is a general reading as well, so do take what only resonates. sending love ♡

feel free to give feedback as it’s very much appreciated!

❅ Yule 

do not repost © winterspiel (2022)

༘⋆‧˚ pile 1 ⊹ ⋅* ⟡

"You're my rest after a long day." Those words come to mind as your person looks at you with a release of a long breath of tiredness. You seem to be their sense of relief; your presence alone can ease their worries. Even after a long exhausting day, you can wash away their raging thoughts with your calming, gentle eyes. 

“I can trust my guts and intuition with you.” They feel calm around you. Even if it's not something to be proud of, or be celebrated over drinks, they can tell you those thoughts in their mind with ease. Their words can be sharp and not quite discerning. It happens. They are tired and frustrated. Sense of judgment gets clouded up by exhaustion. But they are with you, so it’s fine. You are understanding. They can easily open up even with their innermost thoughts.

“Even if it's something negative that's letting me down, or something unfair and a disproportional situation that's making me sad, you’re there to lend an open ear.”

They might have been through rough things or unfair stuff in their life, and you seem to have been there to comfort them on that aspect. You seem to be very close or have an intimate bond with this soulmate. They might have been your best friend (they’re the best type if ever you’d also go the romantic route) or you’re the type to go through “the best friends to lovers trope”. I am reading that type of energy on this pile.

“I know you listen and won't bat an eye.” There is no judgment as to why they are an open book to you. If it's time to be serious, they’re the type to be quiet and you both master this energy together. You and your soulmate have a good synergy.

Even if life is full of uncertainty, at least they can forget for a while and focus instead on your time together. Nothing else matters as they enjoy their time spent with you. Whenever you're around, they’re at peace.

“In your presence, I am open. I am whole.”

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cards: The High Priestess, 3 of Cups Rx, The Moon, Justice Rx

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key words: taurus or virgo vibes, dinnertime, too tired to have dinner, worn-out socks, that feeling of exhaustion seeping out or letting steam out of your body when you take off your shoes/clothes, couch, movie that you don’t need to bring much attention onto, chill movie, television noise as background, leaning onto shoulder.

⋆‧˚ pile 2 ⊹ ⋅* ⟡

“I feel hopeless, I'm probably not pretty or set to the standards…” Coming off sad here from the beginning, your soulmate may be feeling inadequate. Based on the standards or what’s needed for society. They don’t feel enough or maybe feel lacking. Everything seemed so unfair and society's views and they are tired as hell of this type of self-doubt. Though with you, Pile 2, you are not the type to care about those things. You don't seem to care about the superficial. You’re who's likely to have that “F-ck it!” energy, which they admire a lot from you. You always seem to radiate that energy that you walk at your own pace, and you’re rocking the hell out of it. I think the way of passion seeps through how I write this, holy– it is obvious how very fire energy you are Pile 2 (If I’m wrong then, sorry xD). I also sense Venusian energy leaning for you.

With their way of openness, there is plain honesty as you also provide no sugarcoating towards your partner. There’s no judgment with you towards them at all. You may even have a soft spot for this person. You bring out their courage and straightforwardness. They know everything you say makes sense and has meaning; it brings value to theirs as you are critical in your views. You are the type of person they can rely on especially on these things. You like pretty things and you know that you deserve the best, and only the best. So they better believe you! That they're great, that they are the most amazing-est person in the world! 

You pamper yourself and know self-care the most. It may be also because you have been often treated poorly in the past, or lack that good treatment. As to why you’re bringing that into your life more. It may also appear to the point that it can be seen as “vain” to others. Though you have pure intentions, you don’t leave out focus on the people you value. You are giving that same energy to your partner and you put them your priority. That makes them depend on you in ways as well, as you make them realize a different perspective through your personal input. Or this way, they relate to you so much that, “oh, it's not just me. I was making sense, I'm not being sensitive!”

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cards: The Star Rx, Justice Rx, 5 of Swords, The World

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key words: for some reason the feature of cat-eye, something glossy came in mind, puffy dresses, soft peachy filter (the type that has an airy blush-y effect), silk/velvet fabric, scones/pastries, safety pin, sunlit room, fire energy, venusian energy; sagittarius, capricorn, at most… alluring

༘⋆‧˚ pile 3 ⊹ ⋅* ⟡

“Let’s take a breather.” Whenever unreasonable matters occur, you are the first one that comes to mind and who they run to to talk about these things. These can also come as an unwanted situation. As for some things, it can be a hassle and quite petty for them to talk about. It can also result in a lost opportunity. But it seems natural to just be their raw and true self around you. Y'kno?– Of course, you’ll know, as they are the type who show how much they value you, even bringing on efforts in the littlest ways. It is also their way to make up on things, or simply just to show their love for you. They exude a ball of sunshine vibes.

Going back, as to why it can be quite… concerning seeing them solemn and how noticeable their eyes sink with exhaustion. Though they just stay quiet and still put their considerate demeanor towards you. During these moments you may feel them lean towards you a bit, their eyes soft as they look up at you. “Hmmm?” You can feel their weight by your shoulder– they are the type to be clingy, this isn’t anything new about how they’re acting. But there is just something when they’re asking for comfort from you. Like your presence is enough to ease them, but there’s just something else. This can be their way to initiate talking about something that makes them sulk, which can be traced on their face. And when you do talk it out. Your insight may not be what they wanted, but what they didn’t know they needed to hear.

You let them in your perspective or share other possibilities. Your words can introduce them to new emotions. Your stance on the situation will make them open their eyes in ways that they do not accept it at hand– not something they first thought of or view that way. But it makes total sense. You exude kindness with balance on discernment. With you, emotions seem to flow out smoothly like water, as to why maybe they feel oh so comfortable with you. You're the type of person that can make them reevaluate things and put their place into a new perspective. 

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cards: The Justice Rx, Ace of Pentacles Rx, Ace of Cups, 2 of Pentacles

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key words: dewy, meadow, fresh air, ducks, cardigan, citrus, a stroll in the park, nature, caramel, bland jokes, laughter, water, arm on waist, flowers; preferably carnations. anything soft yellow, golden retriever, tall, taurus/airy energy

༘⋆‧˚ pile 4 ⊹ ⋅* ⟡

“I want you close to me.” As if your proximity isn’t hairs thin already, this is quite of the more… wilder type of pile. Also unexpected at most as I originally planned 3, but universe and spirit knocked me down and whispered loudly, if I may add: “don’t forget the raw energy!” This is more of a mature pile but I am keeping it appropriate, no worries!

Starting strong here as they let loose with you, they may not be their most composed self as they are extra vulnerable when a situation calls for it. Sensual was the word. And showing it in rough ways that they know can be direct to show their passion. Your person is quite well-put together and often sharp and composed. But tiredness and frustration can also do lots for a person. They are tired out or when they are erratic in thoughts, it’s the time that they need comfort the most. And your presence can calm them down (for the most part). They are the type to be self-aware though, so I can see that they are not at all violent. Aggressive? Indubitably, but in proper ways (If you know what I mean wink). This can also mean in terms of their words, they are quite sharp and precise in what they know. This is also what they are feeling, what they want and need. But mostly this pile involves the body. I’ll leave you to it!

This isn't anything new really, this is a familiar routine. You can be both night owls. Maybe coffee is a staple in your household (if you’re living in together). If not, it’s usually what happens when you're both exhausted and yet need to stay up. So you and your partner accompany each other and oftentimes these lead to deep or late-night talks.

The way of expression on asking for comfort (and neediness, ooft) can be, for the lack of a better word, nasty, where it will be filled with desires; anything stimulating— just to get pleasure out of it. This could be in topics, or with your same interest. Staying out to watch something, or to be there while the other person finishes what they need to work on for the hell of it. 

After the deed is done (as supposed on the overall energy of this pile)... Even if it doesn’t fulfill or satiate the feeling (mostly to their side)... Even if it doesn't contribute to “doneness” on the supposed matter at hand on why your person asked for comfort in the first place… in some ways, it is still relief from stress or anything that's been weighing them down. Again with self-awareness, mostly they’re the let bygones be bygones. But you make them soft in a way that venting out isn’t that bad after all. In other ways, being with you is a relief enough for them.

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cards: King of Swords Rx, The Fool Rx, The Devil, 9 of Cups Rx

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key words: breathy voice, detail-oriented, chaste kiss, screen light, sighs, yawns, light finger tapping, cuddles, whispers, computer screen, keyboard typing, cold sheets, polished fingernails, books, dark/dim, coffee, cloudless sky, midnight, possible rain, unfinished snacks, lo-fi music, head pats, scorpio, virgo, water energy

⛧ about me | masterlist | #winterspiel ⚝

[tokusaatsus]

HELP IDK I JUST CAME BACK FROM A TRIP did I miss anyways getting caught under the mistletoe with natsume. I’m late so if this exceeds ur 5 requests limit pls delete it!

UNDER THE MISTLETOE

ft. sakasaki natsume

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: mentions of alcohol (spiked punch)

Christmas.

That time of year where magic blooms in the air, as snow coats the rooftops a glittering stardust-silver. Families and friends gather together to rejoice with their loved ones, to celebrate the almost-end of one year and the almost-start of the next.

Ensemble Square is no different.

Perhaps these Christmas parties, extravagant as they can be, are Tenshouin-senpai’s way of asking for forgiveness. And perhaps this easy acceptance is everyone else’s way of giving to him, on a night where all grudges are discarded, just for a few hours.

Still, that doesn’t mean certain people don’t take every opportunity to avoid your aforementioned blond senpai, even if it means retreating to the food tables and stirring the nearly half-empty punch bowl, the liquid a bright magenta colour. “I wouldn’t advise getting thIS.” Natsume says when he notices you walking closer. “I think someone spiked IT.”

“Good to know? But I actually came here for you.”

Natsume raises an eyebrow and wiggles his fingers in a ‘go on’ gesture.

“How long do you plan on avoiding Tensho–mmph!?”

“Don’t say his naME.” He hisses, looking around furtively. “What if he hears yOU?”

He’s not a demon, you want to say, a little irritable. But that would involve removing his hand from your mouth and you decide to take the…pettier route.

“EUGH!” Natsume yelps, yanking his hand back as he glares at you. “Did you just lick ME?”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can, a boisterous voice interrupts you. “Oho ☆ And what’s this? Two little lovers trying to sneak away from the party? How duplicitous! Terrible, terrible thing to do at a party, you know. Oh my… And what’s that above your head?”

“Wataru-niisAN.” Natsume sighs, looking exasperated.

Wataru ignores him, instead gesturing above your heads with a theatrical flourish. His voice rises, drawing the curious gazes of everyone in the immediate vicinity. “Behold! Mistletoe! Our dear Natsume has been caught, it seems. How amazing ☆!”

“Hibiki-senpai, what–?” Wataru gives you a wink, before he’s shoving you closer to Natsume. You stumble, and the redhead doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. You place your hands flat against his chest.

“Come now, Natsume~ Don’t be shy.” Wataru hands you a rose, which you take with skeptically. “It’s a Christmas tradition!”

“Um, Hibiki-senpai, you’re causing a scene. Don’t force him…” You giggle awkwardly. “Besides, it’s not like he even wants to kiss me, haha…”

Natsume’s eyes narrow, catlike, and you feel a shiver go down your spine. When he looks at you like that–like he’s trying to figure you out–you freeze, deer in headlights. Except the headlights are Natsume’s molten honey gaze. “And what if I said I did want to kiss yOU?”

“Then I guess…” You hesitate, searching for an answer in his eyes. They soften, almost imperceptibly, but you notice. Your voice gets stronger. “I guess, you’ll just have to kiss me then.”

notes!

WC: 495 words

reze txt HI KAZE !! no dw u were def not late (i am tho sobs) but it’s not yet jan so. reze W :3 bcuz it’s still 2022 and it’s only been like. 6 days since xmas. ANYWAYS. this was a cute prompt and i hope i did it justice uwawaaaa I HOPE U ENJOYED UR TRIP BTW!! (london right?) kiss kiss mwah <33