#I wrote fluff instead

[kthologue]

if there was one thing at the tokyo jujutsu tech branch that would send the kyoto branch into a coma, it was the shameless pda. gojo satoru was a man in love — and absolutely nothing could stop him from broadcasting it, no matter how obscene it might seem.

where utahime ran her students with silent, disciplined rigor, gojo thrived in chaos. in fact, the tokyo campus always seemed to hum with the sheer force of his enthusiasm alone.

today was hand-to-hand combat training again. you stood at the sidelines, arms crossed, observing as your second years sparred with the first years — dominating them so well that you hardly needed to step in.

a familiar presence drifted up behind you. you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. your husband had an uncanny talent for finding you exactly when he was supposed to be doing anything else.

“new uniform?” he whistled, low and appreciative. even with his blindfold, you could feel his gaze dragging over you. “seriously, it should be illegal for you to look this good during work hours.”

you didn’t answer, trying your best to steer him back to work by simply not engaging. after much trial and error, you’d discovered that ignoring him was the most effective method.

predictably, gojo pouted when you didn’t respond. then, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek.

“you know,” his voice drops lower, silkier — the kind of tone he thinks is persuasive. “the students are so busy right now. they won’t even notice if we sneak off to my office and have some fun.”

“satoru,” you warn, already bracing yourself.

he grins like a fox. “it’ll just be ten minutes.”

“you say that every time,” you mutter, shooting him a sidelong look. “it is never just ten minutes.”

“boo,” he pouts, blowing a dramatic raspberry before slinging an arm around your waist with zero hesitation. “you’re being so cruel to a man in love.”

“satoru—”

but he’s already nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, his blindfold grazing your jaw as he whines, “just one kiss, then. one kiss and i’ll go right back to doing paperwork.”

you sigh, pretending to resist — but you lean into him all the same.

of course, one kiss turns into two. then three. then gojo is spinning you around, arms wrapped around your waist as he dips you in the middle of the training field.

“don’t make me get a spray bottle,” megumi grumbles, sparking a chorus of laughter from the others.

gojo just beams as he pulls you back up, shameless and unbothered. “sorry, can’t help it! my wife’s too hot for me to act normal.”

you swat his chest, cheeks warm. “you’re the worst.”

“and yet, you still married me,” he says, kissing the tip of your nose.

“only because you tricked me into it.”

he grins, “one of my greatest accomplishments.”

[innerfare]

Blowjobs 

Summary: What are they like when you go down on them?

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: pure smut

CW: NSFW // blowjobs

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Luffy: Goes a little crazy when you wrap your lips around him, moaning and groaning, his voice extra raspy, can’t stand it when you tease him. And he counts anything to do with his balls as teasing because they're so sensitive. "That's not fair!" He’ll grab your hair to control the pace, pulling your mouth up and down his throbbing cock. Doesn’t mean to be such a control freak, just can’t help himself. He’s so fucking greedy, it’s unreal. Never cums from a blowjob anywhere but in your mouth, and he really wants you to swallow. His favorite thing in the world is when his cum spills out of your mouth and you need a little help cleaning it up. He’ll swipe his thumb across your chin and chuckle when you suck the cum from his finger. This will probably lead to a second blowjob (multiples are not unusual with this man), probably with the two of you 69ing. 

Zoro: Lays back with his hands behind his head and his legs sprawled out, ready to watch you go down on him. So smug, smirks and goads you into taking more of him into your mouth until you’re choking on his length, then pokes fun at you for taking on more than you can handle. "What's wrong? Is daddy's cock too much for your princess mouth? You said you could handle it." You taking more of him into your mouth than you can handle and choking a little is definitely his favorite part. When he’s not teasing you, he’s watching you like a hawk, pushing his hips up a little to get himself deeper down your throat. Is actually really good at holding back his orgasm, which is good because he wants you to go down on him for a while but he also wants to cum inside you, so once your jaw is locked and cramping, he’ll pin you beneath him and fuck his cum into you. 

Sanji: Also ends up fucking you after a blowjob, but not because he can last for a very long time. Rather, it’s because he can get hard again so fast, almost as soon as his orgasm is finished. So, after you’ve wrapped your lips and hands around his length and drained his first load out of him, he’s pushing you onto your back and rutting his hips against yours. His favorite part is when you suck on his balls, but you have to be careful doing this because he’ll cum almost instantly from it; he’s cum in your hair countless times, most of them because you were sucking on his balls. If you’re going to do this, it’s better to do it toward the beginning. Oh, and when you’re finished, he’s eager to kiss you on the mouth, deep but short kisses. He’ll thank you so many times, too. "You did such a good job, babygirl. I love you so much."

Ace: He enjoys when you politely ask him if you can suck his cock. He’s surprisingly restrained as you lick up and down his length, looking up at him with your doe eyes. He’ll bite his bottom lip and rub a hand up and down his muscular chest and abdomen, the other resting on your head as it bobs up and down. He might buck his hips a little bit, but he won’t fuck your face; doesn’t think it’s hot when you choke, actually hates it. He’ll stroke your hair and groan a bit, his voice extra deep, and swear when he cums. “That’s my girl. You're mine, all fucking mine. Nobody else gets to feel your lips around their cock.” And his favorite part, perhaps one of his favorite things in the entire world, is cumming on your face. He doesn’t mean anything disrespectful by it, doesn’t even view it as dominating you in any way. It’s actually a soft gesture when he does. He just thinks you look so pretty with his cum on your face, and it makes him feel so loved that you enjoy his cum so much. 

Sabo: He can be a sadistic prick and mischievous little demon when the two of you are behind closed doors, but all that melts away when you have his pretty cock in your mouth. As soon as your head is between his legs, he turns into a whining mess (baby boy Sabo, uwu), subduing him such that you have a hard time believing this was the same man who just had you bent over his knee. His favorite part are those sweet kisses you place on his balls before you work your way up the length and lick the tip like a lollipop. Likes to watch you but usually doesn’t because it makes him cum so quickly and he wants to enjoy the blowjob a little longer. "Please don't make me cum yet. Feels so fucking good." He doesn’t really have a favorite place to cum. Or rather, he goes through phases. He likes switching it up a lot and enjoys when you ask him where he wants to cum (you deferring to him at the end makes him feel a little better about turning into putty in your hands). 

Law: Please let him cum in your mouth. Please, please, please. He might even say please, which is a pretty big deal for a man like Trafalgar Law. "You know I like it, why do you keep making me say it?" So annoyed at you, but all that goes away when he cums and you open your mouth to show him his cum before swallowing. Was actually hesitant to let you suck him off at first because he felt like he was giving up control. Allowing you to pleasure him was difficult, struck by the fear of letting himself get lost in your touch and doing something embarrassing like whining, but he didn’t hold out for very long, and his resolve to only allow you to do it only on occasion collapsed entirely after the first time you swallowed his cum. He tries to stay quiet while you suck his cock, but he’ll grunt if you hum or moan with him in your mouth; he’s definitely whimpered before, though he’ll never admit it. He usually screws his eyes shut and tries to keep himself from coming undone entirely. His favorite part is when you lick your lips afterward, like it was a treat for you, too. 

Kid: Basically can’t function without a blowjob. That being said, he understands that a man of his size can be difficult to suck off, so he’s very patient. The bully you often have sex with rarely, if ever, makes an appearance when you’re going down on him. He’ll stroke your hair and offer you sweet words of encouragement, biting back a devilish grin when you choke on his length. “I know it’s big, but you can handle it. Nice and slow, just like that. Make sure to breathe.” He’ll even help you out by stroking his cock or playing with his balls. His eyes are glued to you the entire time for fear he’ll miss his favorite part: when you tear up a little bit. He’s happy to cum anywhere, but your chest is by far his favorite place. You learn quickly to take your shirt off when you go down on him because he won’t aim away, even if you’re wearing a new top or have somewhere to be afterward. 

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[twijaxx]

Rin who love to cuddle and simply can’t fall asleep when you are not in his arms, but sadly you are a night owl and you stay up to ungodly hours. Rin was a night owl too but now he has practice early in the mornings and he forces himself to sleep early (which is very hard)

Rin who wakes up in the middle of the night only to feel you are not besides him, he starts to panic while really bad thoughts run thru his head, but then he remembers that almost every night after you realize he has fallen asleep you quietly go to the living room so you won’t disturb his sleep with your stupid tiktok videos.

He rubs his eyes, still half asleep but he knows he won’t be able to fall back asleep if you are not cuddled up with him. As Rin gets closer to the living room he hears an ASMR tiktok that’s probably played like 100 likes already cause when he enters the living room you’re long asleep on the couch. He stares at you for couple of seconds.

“why do i love you so much..” he mutters to himself.

He gently pick you up from the couch, like you where a porcelain doll he couldn’t drop or else you will break, as he carried you to the bed you started to murmur something, he stoped for a second, scared that you will wake up, but you simply just turned your head to the other side. He sighed softly as he again started to walk to the bedroom

When he arrived he putted you down on the bed, praying that you won’t wake up from the sudden change of your surroundings, he crawled back into the bed right besides you, and he could finally peacefully sleep with you in his arms.

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[all4simone]

𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 - 𝙨𝙚𝙫.

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council!sevika x council!reader

| summary: getting to know the infamous sevika, now a council member. (post-arcane s2)

| c/w: mentions of smoking, not proofread

| w/c: 1.3k

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...council!sevika, who refused to become friends with anybody on the council. It was all strictly professional to her.

...council!sevika, who shared a cigarette with you on the balcony of a boring council party that you both were forced to attend.

sevika flicked her head around mid drag to the noise of a glass door opening. she was faced with your bewildered expression at her presence, your leg stopping half way out the door. the cigarette fell between sevika's middle and pointer finger as she exhaled the smoke. her jaw readjusted, eyes still fixated on your paralyzed stature. "my fault. I didn't know anyone was here," you exclaimed, red in the face with embarrassment. your leg quickly slipped back inside the door. sevika lifted up her hand to stop you. "you're fine. you can stay." she used her middle and pointer finger to call you over, the same pair that had a cigarette placed between them. you swallowed your nerves. slowly, you made your way to the edge of the balcony and rested your elbows on the railing. a stressful sign escaped your lips as the cold wind blew on your face. you turned to sevika, she was staring into piltover while puffing away at cigarette. she must've just lit it. "do you have another cigarette?" you asked without thinking before backtracking. "sorry, you don't have to give me one." your head whipped back in place. god, she was fucking scary. sevika took another drag before handing it to you; her eyes didn't move from the city. your hands, shaking, took the cigarette and put it up to your lips. weird. sevika didn't speak to anybody on the council besides for work. It wasn't exactly a bad thing, but it made her seem distant and cold. you can't exactly blame her, though. this is the same legislative team that ruined her home. you always really wanted to talk to her when she joined, but she was horrifying. her height, muscular body, piercing eyes, and all the stories going around collecting sweat among the council freaked everybody out. she didn't seem like the vicious monster that people made her out to be seen here, though. there was a sad and vulnerable look in her eye. "bored?" you handed her the cigarette. "yeah. surprised these motherfuckers don't sniff crack. would've made this so much more interesting." you chuckled. "a past councilor got kicked out for running a meth lab before." you added on. "no fucking way." she smirked, holding the cigarette to her lips. you nodded. "you wouldn't believe all the shit that goes on in these walls."

...council!sevika, who began to catch up with you to take a stroll before a meeting.

...council!sevika, whose eyes you noticed began to become calmer

...council!sevika, who would share glances with you during meetings, trying not to laugh at the others.

...council!sevika, who you asked to partner up with to develop a project in rebuilding zaun.

it was fucking late, but you needed to ask her. you needed to ask her to join the project. sevika's a night owl, you know she'll be up. you held your binder up to your chest, making your way to sevika's in a hasty manner. you just needed an okay from her, and then to pass out in bed. there were three figures in the distance. one you could recognize as sevika, and the closer you got, you could see two girls. the two of them laughed, gripping onto sevika's arms. she was slightly smirking. damn. why did that feel so weird to watch? you stood there, a few feet away from the trio, body filled with shock. It felt like the time you walked onto the balcony when sevika was on, but instead of fear, there was dread. while fumbling with her keys, she spotted you in the corner of her eye. she lifted her head up to meet your eyes, and the two girls stopped bickering. "you seem busy!" you panicked "I can catch you at a different time. sorry!" you gripped your binder tighter against your chest before fleeing the opposite way. you didn't even let sevika get a word in. the next morning, you visited sevika's room again. hopefully, you can pitch your idea to her this time. she opened her door; her hair was wet and slicked back. you smiled, and your eyes wandered around her room to not get too caught up on staring at her. her bed was a mess. you didn't even want to think about what happened in her room the other night. "hey, uhh...sorry about last night. It was probably uncomfortable seeing that." sevika attempted to apologize. she had the same vulnerable eyes as when you first spoke with her. you shook your head. "don't even apologize. It's fine." "they're not my girlfriends. I - uh just..." she stopped her sentence mid way, her hand came up to cover to mouth. her vessel turned to show you her back before clearing her throat. "anyways. what do you need to talk to be about?" you never even had the thought that those girls were her girlfriend.

...council!sevika, who would stare at you, suggesting ideas for the project. she simply just nods, not absorbing a single piece of information you said.

...council!sevika, who would invite you for drinks every night to the point it got you worried.

"fuckk...my backs killing me." she flexes her muscles. "lets go get drinks, yeah?" "sevika, you're actually an alcoholic. please get some help." "so, are we gettin drinks?" "yeah. whatever. I don't understand how this is supposed to help with your back, though."

...council!sevika, who grabs your wrists and pins them to the table whenever you talk over her.

...council!sevika, who slowly begins to speak with the other councilors with your help.

...council!sevika, who tries to swallow her feelings for you that creep on her, reminding herself she needs to keep things professional.

...council!sevika, who had one of the brothel workers show up at her door while you were working on the project.

...council!sevika, who went back to the brothel workers in an attempt to get you out of her mind.

...council!sevika, who was so shocked when she found out you like girls.

...council!sevika, who tries to hide her disappointment when you guys finish up your report.

...council!sevika, who ends up kissing you before you leave without thinking.

"you're seriously leaving already?" she crosses her arms in front of her chest, watching you throw on your jacket. "It's almost midnight, sev." you let out a breathy laugh before grabbing your things. sevika walks over to you, leaning down to zip up your jacket. you lift up your arms to give her space, feeling her warm body near you. you can't help but stare at her puppy-like face before she lifts her head up to meet your gaze. before you bust out laughing, your eyes glance up at the ceiling. you hear her smirk. she's always got that damn smirk on. her body raises back up and stuffs her hands in her pockets. the two of you walk up to her door, but before opening the door, sevika grabs your shoulder to turn you to look at her. "you sure you can't stay?" her hand stays on your shoulders. "you're seriously going to miss me that much?" you joked. sevika didn't respond. she only took you face with her hands and planted a small kiss on your lips. It was short; your lips barely touched, but it was sweet. she lifted her lips, both of your breathes mixing with each other. her hands stayed on your cheeks, both of you staring at each other, dismayed. sevika more than you. "shit! oh my god. I am so sorry." she reeled back her hands to her side. you only took her hands and locked your lips once more. "maybe I can stay a little longer."

...council!sevika, who asks you to be her girlfriend the same night.

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a/n: chat why is this so badddd omgggg I cantttt. I fr just wanted to get something out b/c I haven't posted in like 4 months, so I rushed this. my bad!!

[pearynice]

Eddie doesn’t like spending time away from Steve. 

He’s fine during the day. He can do his job and chat with his coworkers and do what he needs to do without thinking too much on it, but there is nothing in the world that he looks forward to more than being able to come home every evening to the love of his life. Nothing more gratifying than being the person that makes Steve smile when he walks through their front door. No better feeling than Steve welcoming him home.

So call it unhealthy, call him whipped or codependent or whatever else, but Eddie doesn’t like spending extended time away from his boyfriend. Maybe it was the more-than-one near death experience, the nights they spent in hospital waiting rooms, not allowed to be at each other’s bedside, but being away from Steve, especially at night, makes him anxious. Makes his heart rate pick up and his palms sweat, makes him ruminate on whether or not Steve is okay.

So Eddie hasn’t exactly been sleeping. Or eating all that well. Not for the past three days, at least. Because Steve is at a teacher’s conference in Chicago for the week, only leaving under Eddie’s profuse and continued promises that he’d be fine. That Eddie can survive a week without him. 

Which he can. It just doesn’t mean it’s exactly pleasant. Especially today. Because Eddie has the day off, and there’s not much to distract him from the gaping, Steve-sized hole in it. 

He starts by doing the laundry. Washes their sheets. Washes every throw blankets and every towel, moves onto the kitchen while the washer rumbles and does all the dishes. He goes on the truly spiritual experience of cleaning their dishwasher. Which, why must things that do the cleaning need to be cleaned? He scrubs the grime from the shower and wipes the spit from the sink, vacuums the rugs and wipes down the windows, organizes their pantry and cleans out the fridge. 

By the time he’s done his fingers ache. His back smarts from where he spent too long hunched over their tub, and still he misses Steve. 

Who is coming back tomorrow. Late in the evening, sure, but realistically Eddie only needs to survive another 30 hours. 

Which is far too long. 

He considers baking something. Like those those blueberry muffins Steve likes so much, but Eddie just knows by the end he’d have shitty muffins and a dirty kitchen.

So he tries to read. Tries to play guitar and write some songs, tries watching TV and listening to music, even tries going on a walk to pick up some dinner he knows he won’t eat, finally taking Steve’s advice on fresh air to heart. But as the clock ticks on, the itch under his skin only gets worse.

Not even their nightly phone call helps. 

He can tell Steve knows something’s up, keeps reminding him he’ll be back tomorrow, that it’s just one more night, because despite Eddie’s best attempt at deflection Steve knows him far too well.

“Tomorrow.” Steve reminds him, again, at the end of their call.

“Tomorrow.” Eddie repeats. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Eddie misses his boyfriend. 

He tries to sleep. Can’t, of course. He tosses and turns in his bed and then tosses and turns on the couch with the TV humming staticky with whatever late-night garbage he has it on. 

And he just—has to do something. Keep occupied until the sun comes up and he can go to work and lose himself in whatever car some idiot brought in because he didn’t change the oil. Keep his hands busy enough to keep his mind busy, too.

He sits bolt upright. Remembers, suddenly, the bleach and hair dye he’s almost positive Robin left here. 

It doesn’t take him long to find. He’d organized them, without even realizing, nestled them between all of Steve’s bottles and jars and potions. 

Never one for instructions, Eddie remembers Steve mixing the bleach with something else before he smeared it over Robin’s hair. 

It was white. He remembers that much. Thick and gloopy. Like… conditioner?

He mixes the two together in an old Tupperware with a toothbrush, the smell sort of making his eyes water. 

He can’t see much of the back of his head, but he’s just getting the ends, anyways. 

Eventually the toothbrush becomes cumbersome, and he massages the last of it in with his fingers. 

He’s pretty glad that part goes quick because after a minute he can feel his cuticles begin to burn. 

He remembers Steve wrapping Robin’s hair in a plastic bag, and he finds one, eventually, has to fish out a crumpled receipt but sticks that over his head. And waits.

He forgot about the waiting part. That he’d have to sit here while the bleach did its thing and then again when he puts on the red. 

He sits on the toilet with the lid down, picking at his firey cuticles. The clock in the hallway reads nearly 5 a.m., which means Eddie has at least four more hours to kill. 

He goes through their drawers again, wondering if Steve maybe has a different color hiding around. He thinks green would be cool. Maybe pink.

But Eddie doesn’t find another color. He finds, instead, his sewing kit. And he thinks of all the goofy tattoos his has. The goofy tattoos he gave himself. His dice. His Tree of Gondor. His triceratops. And, really, how it’s a shame he hasn’t gotten one for Steve. 

He knows what he’s doing and where before he even has all the supplies, snapping a ballpoint into a small dish and sterilizing the needle with his lighter. He shaves his inner thigh and washes out the bleach from his hair, which is a little underwhelming, honestly, having done little to lighten his dark locks. 

He puts the red in regardless, puts his plastic bag hat back on and gets to work on his thigh. 

And that’s how Jeff finds him. Appearing, in Eddie’s bathroom doorway, two coffee cups in hand. He takes in the plastic bag, smeared with red, on his head, Eddie’s bald and inky leg.

Eddie has no idea what time it is.

He looks down at himself. “I think Steve is… 86% of my impulse control.” 

Jeff doesn’t say anything. Just rests the coffees on the sink and crouches to look at Eddie’s fresh ink. 

“Is that… hairspray?”

“Three puffs!” Eddie answers, a little deliriously, and dips the needle back into the ink to start the third said puff. “How’d you get in here?” He asks, not taking his eyes off the needle. 

“How do you always forget you gave me a key?” Jeff snorts, and then, a little softer, adds, “Steve asked me to swing by before your shift today, you know. Bring you some food.”

Eddie’s gaze flicks to the coffee as he dips his needle in again. “I only see caffeine, here, Williams.”

Jeff’s quiet for a moment before, “how about you finish that up, wash that dye from your hair, and then I’ll give you the food?” Jeff’s voice is still all gentle and obnoxious, and Eddie resists the urge of poking him with the needle.

But Eddie’s almost done with the last puff, anyways, and… breakfast does sound nice. 

“‘M almost done.” He mumbles. 

Jeff sits on the bathroom floor, sipping his coffee and watching Eddie finishes. Then he helps him untangle the plastic bag from his hair. Then makes sure whatever soap they have is unscented, makes sure whatever Eddie’s about to slather all over his thigh won’t turn it septic. 

Damn paramedics. 

In the shower, though, Eddie’s exhaustion starts to creep up on him. Four days with little sleep makes his eyelids droop in the warmth. Makes his shoulders sag as he washes the dye out of his hair. Makes his limbs heavy as he cleans his new tattoo, which, looks pretty damn good, if he does say so himself.

A can of hairspray. Three puffs. 

Eddie towels off, only a little disappointed that the dye didn’t do much. He can see it, a little, but only if the light hits it just right.

Jeff’s waiting for him with a greasy breakfast sandwich and coffee, and Eddie bites into it before he’s even seated, moaning at the taste. 

“Jesus.” Jeff mutters, “let’s wait until Steve gets back for that, okay?”

Eddie doesn’t have the energy to bite back, just takes another bite before he swallows the first. “Fank ‘oo,” Eddie grunts, word garbled around egg and sausage and cheese. He swallows. Looks down at his hands. “For.” The skin of his inner thigh is pink. “Everything.” He takes another bite. 

Jeff smiles. “And miss whatever disaster just happened in your bathroom? Not a chance, Munson.” He puts down his coffee cup. “I did call you in sick from work today, though. Just so you know.”

Eddie drops his sandwich. “Jeff!” Egg flies across the table. “What the fuck!”

Jeff raises his eyebrows and dusts Eddie’s food from his shirt. “You can barely keep your eyes open. I’m protecting you from dropping a car on yourself during a tire rotation.”

Eddie swallows, hands already twitching, “dude. I’m gonna go insane here by myself.”

Jeff raises his other eyebrow.

“More insane.” Eddie corrects. His leg starts to bounce.

“Good thing I’m gonna be keeping you company, then.” Jeff leans back in his chair, picking up his coffee and tilting the styrofoam at Eddie. “Movie marathon?”

Between he and Steve they only have about three decent movies, but Eddie finishes his sandwich on the couch as Jeff fiddles with the VCR. 

The movie begins, and that wave of exhaustion returns. Floods him. It’s hard to keep his eyes open. He leans into Jeff’s side. Who isn’t Steve, but who smells nice. Like linen.

Jeff rests his cheek on Eddie’s head. “Sleep, man.” He mumbles.

So Eddie does.

He doesn’t know how long he was asleep. But he wakes to a hand in his hair. To fingers massaging his scalp, and he knows before he even asks. “‘Teve?”

“Hi, baby.” Steve whispers, his hand stills, and he pulls Eddie closer. 

Steve feels so good. Warm and strong and here and here. 

Eddie opens his eyes only to bury himself in Steve’s chest, his boyfriend falling back onto the couch to accommodate, his arms winding around Eddie’s middle. 

“I missed you.” Eddie murmurs, and breathes Steve in, presses his nose into his sweatshirt and curls closer, fists his hands into Steve’s clothes and holds on tight.

“I missed you, too.” Steve sighs. He sounds tired. “Let’s… not do that again.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Never again.” He agrees. 

Steve shifts, opens his legs so Eddie falls between them. “I played hooky on the all-hands luncheon today.” Steve admits, quiet. “Didn’t feel like sitting around with them all day when I could be here with you.” Steve’s hand returns to his hair, twirling the strands between his fingers. “Did you… dye your hair?”

“N’ got a tattoo.” Eddie hums.

Steve giggles, and kisses the top of Eddie’s head. “I like it.” Steve’s fingers dance across his scalp, and Eddie never wants to go another night without this. 

“I like you.” Eddie volleys back, and he feels Steve laugh, feels it rumble through his chest because Steve is here and he’s laughing and then there’s another kiss placed on Eddie’s head before Steve murmurs, “I like you too, baby.”

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[ssentimentals]

Hello can i get number 6 from the prompt with S.Coups after having an argument. Thanks 🩷

hi, honey!💜 thanks for the request, hopefully you will like it!

6. kiss of a falling tear (choi seungcheol)

when you voice wavers seungcheol knows he lost. and not in way like this is some stupid contest with winners and losers, but lost in a way of losing all will to go on with this argument. he hates them in the first place, but they are inevitable especially at the start of any relationships, so he sucks it up and tries to push through as gently as he can; which he's obviously not succeeding at, judging by your broken expression. what seungcheol hates the most about arguments is how they strip him down to his insecurities, the ones he's not ready to show to anyone and the ones he very much wants to hide from you. but you are you and even under few months you got under his skin so deep that being in the room with you and your tear filled eyes makes him want to swing himself to the wall.

'babe,' he calls in a tired voice because he is tired and this should end now, fuck, he can't stand seeing you like this. 'come here.'

you sniffle and his heart aches at this sound. uncertain, you take few steps towards him, stopping right at the arm length. 'you don't have to be like this with me,' you whisper, rubbing at your eyes. 'i'm- i'm not like them.'

seungcheol nods, ruffling his hair. he knows, he knows. he knows it all but sometimes it's so hard to act exactly the way he thinks is right, the way he knows is right. old habits die hard. 'i'm sorry, sweets.' he says instead, slowly reaching out for you. 'i really am. come to me, please?'

he needs to have you close or seungcheol fears he might break down. you wait for few moments during which his heart doesn't beat but then take his hand and let yourself fall into his arms, silently crying. knowing that he's the reason of your tears hurts seungcheol more than he can explain because it's so wrong - he's supposed to only bring you joy and happiness, not tears. taking a hold of your chin, he gently makes you lift your head and kisses away your tears, stopping right at your eyelids. 'i'm sorry,' he repeats, kissing your tear striken eyes. 'i'm so sorry, my love. it won't happen again, okay? i promise. it won't.'

[yuwuta]

love f2l where he’s already hopelessly in love with you and pining in a way that’s so obvious to everyone else but you, but also love the moment in f2l where it clicks that “oh shit… i think my friend just turned me on.” even better when one person doesn’t realize they’ve turned the other one on and they’ve just gotta live with the memory replaying in their head for a few days. friends keep saying they’re distracted and they just nod their head like yeah uh sorry… was uh… sorry what were we talking about? bc these days if it’s not about that moment, zero processing has gone on 

megumi and satoru are the worst at coping with this. 

for megumi, it’s such a 180, a switch has been completely turned on when it happens, that it makes him upset. he can’t even tell if he’s angry that it happened in the first place, that he couldn’t tell he was attracted to you before, that he can’t stop thinking about it now, or that it’s possible that other people could have already had this realization and be thinking of you like this too. every option brings a mean scowl to his face. and it’s embarrassing above all because you were just trying to take off your shoes. when lifting your leg and holding onto to his bicep wasn’t enough, you crouch down to struggle with the straps instead. megumi sighs—all he wanted to do was get your drunken ass home in one piece and now you’re crouched down in the middle of the street, and when he looks down to see what’s taking so long, that’s when it hits him. you bent down like that, looking up at him and groaning and pulling on his shirt and whining for him to help you does very terrible things to him. and it shouldn’t, you’re only calling for him because you lack the hand-eye coordination (and clearly critical thinking because this is the middle of the road and you cannot walk barefoot) right now to undo your shoes, but it’s your blown pupils and pout and the calling for him—you have to stop whining. and saying his name. immediately—not to mention the angle and tilt of your head to look up at him. megumi can barely help himself, much less you, which is why he grumbles, hoists you up by the scruff of your neck so you’re standing up right. you giggle in your haze but megumi just hisses his teeth, tells you “stop looking at me like that,” and before your mind can catch up, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you over his shoulder because looking at your face is not an option right now. and this is for the best for everyone—now your feet don’t hurt, you’ve stopped groaning, there’s no more eye contact, and megumi has the rest of the walk back to your apartment to contemplate what the fuck just happened to him 

for satoru, it’s actually partially his fault, because not only is it so far from sexual and yet turns him on anyway, but he’s so annoying that his actions lead to a cascade of other terrible turn-ons that and now it’s a cyclical problem. you’re just borrowing something of his for the convince of it—his glasses because it’s sunny, or maybe his jacket because it’s cold, something small and innocent—but it ignites such a strong flame in him that his visceral reaction is to snatch it right back from you, and run away like some school girl. “hey—satoru what the fuck, come on, you weren’t even using it!” you call, but your voice is already an echo at the speed he’s scurried away from you. the flash vision of you in his belongings was terrible, but it’s the memory of it that makes it worse, brings a blush to his face, and leave him shaking his head like a crazy person because what the fuck this is insane. you didn’t even do anything so he has no reason to act like this, there’s no way the slightest insinuation of you thinking of him/his belongings as something to borrow, or hold, or have should make him react this way, but it does. and he hates it. and he’s not normal about it at all, and it takes you confronting him, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him back and forth, asking him what the fuck is wrong with him, which is warranted, but worse because that also leaves him red from his face to his check with Awful Realization Numbers 2 and 3: (2) you usually just Deal with him being strange, but right now you’re mad and you’re really hot when you’re mad, and (3) you’re very close to choking him out right now and if you did, he wouldn’t stop you

yuuji is the one who has had this effect on more people than he knows, which is hilarious to think about because he’s either completely oblivious, or using his charm to play innocent. and when you have that moment, you’re definitely left stunned. you were just fishing for more snacks for your self-care night—a tradition that used to between you and nobara, but now includes megumi, and most times yuuji, but tonight, he had plans with todo, which you were grateful for because there’s no way you could have been around him after what happened. in a hurry to grab his water bottle from the fridge, yuuji doesn’t bother you with words to maneuver through the cramped kitchen, just mindlessly puts his hands on your hips, lifts you, pivots, puts you down, grabs his water bottle, puts it on the counter, lifts you again, pivots, and places you right back where you were, flashing you a million-dollar smile, before grabbing his bottle and rushing out to catch the bus. you’re left blinking, body on autopilot as you finally reach for the chips, and zombie-like when you make your way back to the living room where nobara’s putting a sheet mask on megumi. when you’re finally seated on the couch, you blink for the first time, blurting out to nobody in particular, “is… is itadori hot?” and it’s comedic how quick, blasé, and autonomic the in-sync replies from both megumi and nobara are, “yes”, “unfortunately.” oh. well that’s reassuring you suppose. you might have been the last to realize it, but at least you’re not alone. 

if you told yuuta he had the ability to seduce anybody he would probably just laugh awkwardly and think it’s some kind of joke. the great irony is that rooming with him has left you with many instances to confirm that he is attractive, but the defining moment is when you realize just how much yuuta has grown in his year abroad. your apartment is nice and relatively modern, but there are still some tight spaces. usually you and yuuta just giggle while shuffling around each other, but today, you feel like you’ve gotten between a rock and another rock because when did yuuta—your scrawny, awkward, endearing yuuta—gain fifty pounds of muscle? it’s a terrible moment for you to be squished between him and the tiny enclosure of your storage closet and even worse that he’s the one who apologies, and smiles, and carries on reaching for the spare napkins while you’re left with the filthy thoughts about your best friend. 

[thegaysatanist]

Ok ok we know Ford's got a praise kink

Let me add my own angsty twist on it (starts out fine, turns at the end)

He's doing well in college, puffs out his chest with pride when a teacher congratulates him, maybe stammers a bit when a girl compliments his work

Fidds for help on a project, ofc Ford helps, his smile lingers for the rest of the night after his input helps Fidds

Maybe one late night when they're both studying and tired, without even really putting too much thought into it, Fidds compliments Ford, saying something along the lines of "You're just so good at this-" when he struggles on Ford's favorite subject. Ford just stands there, frozen as he feels that compliment snuggle itself into his chest, taking home right by his heart

When he moves to gravity falls, there's less praise, less compliments, more side ways stares and whispers. He ignores them, they simply don't understand. But the questions they ask him, it's like they're speaking different languages, his answers take 20+ minutes just to explain how the question didn't make sense. He's used to the looks, doesn't mean he likes them.

Then Bill shows up. Someone who understands. After years of winning chess against himself, taking detailed notes on things only he seems to care about, there's someone else who can talk to him. Someone who not only meets his intellect, but exceeds it. Who will answer his questions- or even better, leaves him puzzles to solve. Puzzles that, according to Bill, are simple. There's more complicated things to learn!

And the entire time? Bill compliments Ford, praises him. Tells him that he isn't just weird, he's Smart and his weirdness doesn't change him, it makes him special. Bill tells him that he's doing good when he solves the puzzles. He's a genius above the rest.

How could anyone be so kind and intelligent and interesting? Any being this intriguing must be a higher power- a god!

Bill tells Ford that he's skilled, talented. How could Ford even think to question a god? The center of his world shines warm heavenly praise onto him, and he's soaking it all in.

One night- Bill says words that have Ford freezing in place, warmth washing over him. Such simple words to, who knew Ford liked being called a good boy this much? Bill knew- he knew Ford craved compliments, he was essentially addicted to praise, craving it endlessly. Starving for affection- leaning into touches without realizing it. Turning his head further into Bills hand without noticing he had moved. Rubbing his cheek into Bills carress almost shamlessly, blush tinting his skin with a faint pink. Sighing deeply when Bills arms wrapped round and around his limbs and torso- letting himself be manhandled by his godly muse. If his muse spoke only the truth, then all that praise must be a divine ruling from the very god he worshipped.

That's why the betrayal hurt so much- not only because he had been used and intended to be tossed aside, but because all those nights filled with praise were truly filled with lies. How could such sweet nothings that were worth the world's weight in gold, really mean nothing?

Those pretty words dripping with honey washed away to reveal that they were just a thin layer to cover the poison at it's core. The praise and loving words Ford had craved all his life, that were blessed unto him from his wondrous muse, was just barely veiled deceptions that sunk into his heart like a barbed hook.

After that? Praise rang hollow to him. Nothing but colorful flowers with thorns, glistening with poisonous nectar. The enticing colors were a warning, one he saw in every shade from the blandest beiges and greys to the most vibrant violets and golds.

He learned that praise could only drip with venom, and to assume otherwise would be to eat those colorful petals and cut his gums on the thorns.

[viperify]

Smutmas 2024 | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

It’s cold out.

Short summary: Tom doesn’t quite approve of your way of coping.

A/N: just a small drabble to honour 3rd of December. fluffy fluff Tom.

wordcount: 0,6k

It’s cold outside as you wander around Hogwarts’ grounds, the snow crunching under your feet. Something you have, unlike most other people, found solace in during this time of the year. Christmas, a festival of love and peace. You exhale deeply at that thought, your breath forming a small cloud in the crisp winter air.

Ever since you were left behind at Wool’s orphanage, Christmas has been meaningless. The best – and only – present you’d received was your Hogwarts acceptance letter, which meant you could finally leave that place behind.

You sit down on the curb of the well, the frozen bricks numbing any feeling you had left in your legs. Maybe that was why you love winter after all. A thick layer of powdered snow covers the otherwise lush green grass, your winter boots working to free some of it. Your fingers feel stiff as you brush snowflakes off your already soaked trousers, knowing it would soon be time to go back inside, returning to an empty dorm. Your friends have gone home for the holidays, as they do every year. They had asked you whether you wanted to join them, but you declined. As you do every year.

You close your eyes, focusing solely on what you feel and hear. A gentle breeze brushes against your rosy cheeks, sending a shiver through your body. From a distance you can hear the students’ owls. You smile softly. You had never needed an owl.

Then, you hear calculated footsteps advancing towards you, overshadowing the birds’ hoots. You know who it is.

Tom, who just like you had come from the orphanage. You two have gotten on well ever since the day you received your letter, although he was quite reserved and rarely spoke. Sometimes, when he sensed you were outside in the freezing weather he would join you, tell you to come back inside. Mostly, you would listen.

He sits down beside you, as he always does. Slowly, you open your eyes and turn to face him, but he doesn’t reciprocate. You take in his form as he is sitting there, hands hidden in the pockets of his signature black coat that he is wearing over his grey sweater. You have always adored the way he puts himself together.

Then, he breaks the silence between you two with his usual phrase. “Let’s go back inside. It’s cold out.”

You shake your head. “I would like to stay.”

Tom nods slightly, and you both sit there for a few more minutes before another soft breeze of wind brushes past you and you can’t help but shiver. He then turns and even though you weren’t looking at him, you could feel his eyes burning through you. Finally, he sighs, withdrawing his hand from the pocket. Tom shifts his gaze down to his black leather shoes, and carefully reaches out to envelop your hand in his.

“You are freezing.” He remarks, squeezing you slightly. In contrast to yours, his hand was warm, almost burning on your numb skin. Tom has always kept his safe distance to you, which you didn’t mind. But this? It was the best feeling you could have imagined.

“I don’t mind, you know I don’t.” You whisper, and he huffs slightly in return, pulling his hand back. “But I do.”

You miss the warmth of his skin on yours as soon as you are exposed to the biting cold again, turning your head towards him as he stands up. Tom then rids himself of his coat and wraps it around you, the thick fabric immediately returning some of the heat to your body. Before you can say anything, he pulls you up by your hands, even then feeling the warmth radiating from the brunette in front of you. He looks down at you, a soft smile visible on his lips.

“Come on now. Or it’s me who’s freezing to death.”

[kjdkive]

couple questions with vogue — jjk.

summary: yn, world-famous model and jungkook world-famous artist are invited as a couple to answer some questions for vogue on a video. both known to be a chaotic couple are expected to show their competitive side.

pairing: idol! jungkook and model! yn (afab)

warnings: cursing, some dirty jokes? jungkook being the best boyfriend ever i want him so bad, third person narration

a/n: thinking about doing this for some other bts members but not really sure lol let's see how this one goes and go from there. also i used to be a wattpad writer and there we use — not " and i actually hate writing dialogues with " oh and also i mention a few things that are not true about jungkook but this is my universe and in this universe that happened yn happened

— hello, vogue! i’m yn and it’s so nice to be back here — yn says to the camera. 

— hello, i’m yn’s boyfriend, jungkook — jungkook says, smiling to the camera — i am also in a band but not that that matters. 

— i’m your fianceé, babe, remember? — yn lifts her left hand to show her engagement ring.

— she’s my soon-to-be wife, guys — jungkook giggles and stands up from his seat a little to give her a short kiss on her cheek.

— okay, my boyfriend’s humble as you can see but we’ll see if he’s a good boyfriend/fiancé because we’re gonna do the couple questions challenge! — an assistant hands her some cards with the questions on them — are you nervous, babe? 

— not at all, i actually think i’m gonna crush you — jungkook responds. 

— confident much? — yn asks. 

— dude, come on, let’s go, i’m ready. 

video cuts abruptly to the intro, showing a few pictures of the couple and jungkook’s seven playing in the back. 

question no.1 for jungkook: how did you first meet? 

— it was at a party in L.A. — jungkook replies — june 28th, 2017. she was wearing a black dress and her favorite manolo heels because she told me that the same night, also her purse from a special chanel collection because she told me it gave her luck. 

— it definitely did, baby — yn couldn’t stop smiling — it made me met you, so bless the chanel bag. so, answer’s correct! 

— ever since that night i fell in love and my band members were sick of me talking about her. 

— just want to say that it took him two months to ask me on a date — yn laughs — like i literally said no to a few guys in those two months because i was waiting for him to ask me out and when he did i just told him “finally, bro.” 

— you guys don’t understand, she was and still is too pretty for me — jungkook whined, making yn laugh — i thought she was gonna say no and also tell me that she doesn’t date ugly guys? 

— weren’t you literally like on the top 5 of the hottest guys of the world? — yn asks him and he stops. 

— i think i was? i don’t remember. 

— of course you don’t, darling. next question. 

jungkook: 1 

yn: 0

question no.2 for yn: who initiated the first kiss? 

— oh! oh! this one’s good — yn says — i did! and it was a mess.

— no, you didn’t — jungkook tells her. 

— oh, yes, i did because you were shaking when you grabbed my face and you literally froze so i was like “well, let ME do this” and then i was the one to grab your face and kiss you — yn points at him. 

— okay, fine, i did froze but you tasted like fish — jungkook starts — and although i love fish, tasting it from someone else’s mouth isn’t that delicious. 

— you had just taken me out to eat sushi! what were you expecting? — yn asks him — besides, you tasted like banana because you had to eat your banana dessert of course. 

— guys, if you ever go out on a date and you think you’re gonna kiss — jungkook looks at the camera — do not take them to eat fish or pasta because else they’ll get pesto on their teeth or their breath will smell like fish. 

— oh, right — yn laughs  — in one of our dates you got pesto on your teeth. 

— stop, i don’t wanna remember how you had to get me a tooth pick cause i couldn’t get it out — jungkook rolls his eyes and yn keeps on laughing at him — if your girl gets you a tooth pick, marry her, that’s what i’m gonna do in a few months — he winks at the camera and laughs at yn blushing. 

jungkook: 1

yn: 1

question no.3: which songs did jungkook write about yn? 

— now this is a good one because you always get confused — jungkook laughs — which songs did i write about you? 

— still with you, dimple, love maze, home, seven the explicit and clean version — yn winks at the camera. 

— babe! — jungkook blushes and giggles.

— oh, so you can be no.1 on billboard, mind you the explicit version but your girlfriend can’t talk about it? 

— don’t get off topic, finish the list — jungkook laughs again — and you’re my fiancée, not girlfriend. 

— okay, fine — yn moves on her seat — your part in my universe, dna, paradise, best of me, my you and that’s it. 

— WRONG! — jungkook yells at her and stands up from his seat to jump and laugh at her — you’re a loser! 

— jungkook, what? i got them all correct! shut up! 

— you forgot the one i have performed the most! — jungkook stands in front of the camera — vogue subscribers, my wife doesn’t love me. 

— oh my god! — yn yells — i forgot euphoria and jesus christ, jungkook, sit down now, stop being dramatic. 

— how dare you forget the amazing and unforgettable euphoria? 

— i’m sorry, my love, please forgive me for i have made an awful mistake — yn holds his hand. 

— i shall forgive you. 

— thank you, my king. 

— i love you — jungkook kisses her hand and doesn’t let go of it — but i’ll never forget this. 

jungkook: 1

yn: 1 

question no.4: what are the top 3 celeb crushes of yn? 

— this one’s so easy — jungkook says — it’s matthew mcconaughey, chris evans and bradley cooper but as his character in the hangover. 

— wrong — yn laughs. 

— yn, you know i’m not wrong, those are your top 3. 

— babe, you’re a celebrity too, you’re my no.1. 

— don’t lie, yn, i’m not your celeb crush. 

— yup, you’re right — yn gives up — he got the answer right, whatever, next question. 

jungkook: 2

yn: 1

question no.5: when jungkook first started as an artist, what did he do to calm his nerves when he performed? 

— I PRAYED — jungkook yells before yn can say her answer — I PRAYED AND I PRAYED. 

— he didn’t — yn looks at the camera with a serious expression. 

— YES, I DID — jungkook sits back on his seat — I DID. i did. 

— can you shut up now? — yn asks him — he used to- — yn gets cut off. 

— PRAY. HE USED TO PRAY. — jungkook yells again and all yn does is stand up from her seat and put her hand on jungkook’s mouth. 

— he’s licking my hand right now but i couldn’t care less — yn still had a serious expression — he used to touch his bandmates’ butts and when they would question him he’d say “nothing better than your butts, you guys!” 

— she’s wrong — jungkook says. 

— jungkook, ew, you left my hand freaking wet — yn wipes her hand on jungkook’s shirt — and yes, i’m right, you can call up jimin and he’ll tell you i’m right. 

jungkook: 2 

yn: 2 

question no.6: yn has a scar and has had a broken arm, how did both happen? 

— on her chin — jungkook replies fastly. yn nods and lifts her head to show up her chin. — that’s like the only one from an ugly accident the other ones are just her being silly cause she has some scars, blame of our cats when she tries to shower them and another one from when she was trying to make some chicken nuggets on the air fryer last month and she burned herself.

— he’s correct. 

— the broken arm… she told me she was playing outside when she was in kindergarten and she fell and broke her arm, she also told me the school didn’t call her parents right away and waited until her grandma picked her up from school but she took her to the hospital right away. sadly, they didn’t sue the school because they’re good people, the teachers weren’t. 

— that story is also correct. 

— ugh, so tiring being the best boyfriend/future husband out there — jungkook sighs. 

jungkook: 3

yn: 2 

question no.7: how many tattoos does jungkook have? which one was for yn? 

— jesus christ — yn says — i kid you not, jungkook doesn’t even know how many he has himself. 

— i don’t know the total number but i do have a close number, if she reaches it she’ll get the answer right. 

— fine, uhm, the eye he had before was my eye but i told him to cover it because it was done really bad like the eyelashes and the color were a mess but there are other ones about me, the thunderbolts and the flower on your elbow, right? 

— yes — he nods with a smile. 

— and i think, you have a total of 21? 22? with the new seven tattoo behind your ear i think so, yeah. 

— she’s not close in the number but she’s right about the tattoos about her — he smiles at her. 

jungkook: 3

yn: 3 

question no.8: what are yn’s favorite hobbies? 

— reading, learning languages and trying out new restaurants everywhere she goes. 

— that is correct. 

— she’s currently reading beach read but her favorite book is the portrait of dorian gray because my girl is into classics but they have to be a little gay; she speaks 4 languages those being english, italian, korean of course and french. the latest new restaurant she went was momofuko ko here in new york and she loved it.  

— i love you — yn couldn’t stop smiling as she got close to jungkook to give him a little kiss.

— i love you more — he said, after kissing her back. 

jungkook: 4 

yn: 3 

question no. 9: what is jungkook’s pet peeve? 

— damn, he has a lot — yn laughs — but i can name a few. 

— i don’t have a lot! 

— oh yeah? — yn asks and then turns at the camera — jungkook can’t eat if he notices people being loud while chewing but he is the loudest chew-er ever, he gets mad if whoever is driving doesn’t know how to park and oh! he despises when people walk slow but he had to be patient with me because i am a slow walker. 

— she’s really slow but since i love her i can be patient with her. 

— thank you, means a lot. 

jungkook: 4

yn: 4 

question no.10 (final question, decides the winner): if yn hadn’t been a model, what would’ve she been? 

— oh, my girl’s born to shine — jungkook holds her hand — because she wanted to be a UN ambassador when she was young because she loved learning languages. 

— oh my god, i did! — yn intertwines her fingers with jungkook’s — but i don’t even remember telling him about this. 

— you said that on an interview but you also said that to me when we were on one of our first dates — he smiles at her. 

— i did? 

— you said you saw it on tv — jungkook nods — and that you wanted to travel the world like them. but now you travel around the world as a model, either way you were gonna be successful. 

— reached full success now that i’m marrying you. — yn kisses him — i guess you won. 

the interviewer behind the camera asked them if they wanted to say anything else before finishing the video.

— my soon-to-be husband has released a song called seven, not that it needs promotion because the song's killing it but if you haven't listened to it you should, the song saves lives.

— yeah, i released a song, i wrote it and it was just for her — jungkook smiles — my girl is also releasing her own clothing line so make sure to check that out too — jungkook points at the camera — and before we finish i want to say i won, yn lost — jungkook looks at the camera with a serious expression — vogue subscribers, i am here to tell you again that yn is a loser and i will write on my wedding vows to always call her a loser until death do us apart. 

yn hits him on his arm and jungkook giggles.

— i hate you, jungkook. 

— i love you too, my sweetie cutie pie, come here.

jungkook brings her in for another kiss.

— thank you, vogue! see you next time — jungkook says while squishing yn's cheek with his own cheek.

— save me — yn mouths.

and the video finishes.

[ogdegenerate]

I’m back bitches

Werewolf x BAMF Human thingy prt2

I know it’s been 5 months idgaf

Here’s the link for the first part of y’all care

* It’s been a hot minute since your last meeting with the black wolf. And ever since, he won’t leave your thoughts, to your annoyance.

* And annoying it is, you have a bunch of acquaintances, and maybe even some friends, but they don’t really LINGER in your mind once they’re out of sight.

* Maybe you’re just worried for the werewolf? He was badly injured when you first found him.

* Although that would be unlikely, it would take a lot to take down a huge beast like him, and whoever (or whatever) damaged the alpha was most likely dealt with already.

* Maybe the werewolf is still in your thoughts is because of how possibly strong they are?

* You were always the strongest person everybody knew in your hometown. And maybe you’re just not used to someone bigger and conceivably stronger than you.

* And you weren’t very nice when you saw them again, despite everything, you are happy that he’s doing alright.

* But it’s been weeks and the forest is silent, no surprise werewolf interaction or little offering of meat, not even a little hello?

* This shouldn’t bother you, and yet you can’t help but feel…. Bad.

* Maybe a walk would clear up your head.

* Well this is a bizarre turn of events.

* What once was a quick walk into anywhere else but your cabin, transformed into carrying ANOTHER injured werewolf.

* And not just some random werewolf, the BLONDE ONE. With his friends accompanying me back to their village.

* Wherever it is.

* Once you finally got there, you can’t help but feel like you stepped into some sort of fantasy novel.

* With how lively and suspiciously big the place is, you’d figure that you’d accidently wander in here.

* But questions are for future you to ask to a figure in power. This pup needs some first aid and pronto!

* You and the wolves enter into some small building where you see a green wolf with very questionable fashion choices.

* They’re wearing a skull with antlers on their face decorated with owl feathers

* Their cloak and long skirt(?) are made out of various fabrics ranging from so many colors and textures it would give anyone in the art field a NIGHTMARE.

* And there’s a bunch of jewelry and undecipherable runes on their arms and shoulders.

* The green wolf clops (clops????) towards us and takes the badly damaged blondie without even acknowledging my existence.

* Apparently that’s normal for the witch doctor (as the other two stooges call him) to act like that

* I can’t help but notice that the witch doctor is shorter than most werewolves I’ve seen so far.

* Nevertheless the doctor is still well sculpted as much as the other werewolf and they’re still taller than me.

* THERES MAGIC????

* The green wolf stared mixing up from obscure stuff in a flask and splashed it on the blonde wolf, the wounds glowed a mixture of blue and green and shrunken to an unnatural pace.

* The witch doctor says that Fakhr (the name of blondie over here) will be alright but he shouldn’t do any intense for a day or two.

* Before you can even find your voice again, the witch doctor gallops over to the the elephant in the room (you)

* They bombard you with very invasive questions in quick succession, you can’t even answer a single one before the good doctor asks you three more.

* “Are you really a human?” “The same human that can throw an entire tree across the earth?” “How are you so strong?” “Is this an enchantment?” “What kind of enchantment?” “May I have some of your blood?” “How is your relationships with your parents?” “Are THEY human?” “Are you running from someone?” “Is that why you’re living in the forest?” “What’s do you like about the forest?” “You are a male at birth, correct?” “How do you feel about carrying a child?” “It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a uterus, I can figure out something if you’d like?”

* Thankfully, Arda and Rajat (the brown and silver werewolf respectively, thanks Fakhr.) tell the green wolf that you should be really getting back to your cabin.

* And it really isn’t such a bad idea, you are in an unknown place with beings you only figured out existed almost a month ago and they might not have your best interest in mind.

* But you’re feeling petty. You now have a shot at finding a certain black wolf and you might not get a second chance again.

* It takes the three 7 ft wolves a few minutes to get you out of the door of Heka’s (the witch doctor) workplace.

* Fakhr made it very known that it would’ve been much quicker if he wasn’t supposed to be recovering.

* Moving you on dirt is much harder than moving you on wood, your boots are sinking into the ground and pulling you up is like pulling a house by its hinges.

* In an outside perspective, the entire situation may be even comical. Three werewolves, struggling to move a human a little less than 6 feet tall.

* But here you are, rooted into the ground, arms crossed, visibly annoyed. People may mistake you for a statue with how stiff and unbending you are.

* Heka (bless their soul) unintentionally draws up more of an audience by panicking all around you and the three were-stooges.

* The good doctor alternates between nagging at Fakhr for overworking himself, asking you more invasive but reverent questions, and telling the growing crowd to mind their business (but in a professional way).

* The whole scene devolves into the four begging you to just leave before this draws the attention of you-know-who

* What the fuck? What happened to the sun?

* …..oh

* Speak of the devil and he doth appear.

* You don’t know how you end up in the alpha’s house.

* If this even is the alpha’s house, you figured that someone who demands authority would have a much bigger and fancier house???

* I guess vanity isn’t that important with werewolves.

* You managed to save the other wolves gooses from being cooked through the power of conversation.

* And by conversation, it was more like you yelling an earful at the 8 foot beast with too much muscle before they could even get a word in.

* You really should stop doing that, but everytime you see him, you start feeling too many emotions in an overstimulating succession that you might die from thermal-shock.

* But regardless, you finally got what you wanted, some one on one time with the alpha.

* But with you both are sitting, it’s almost feels like being sent to the principal’s office.

* But who’s the one in power and who’s the one in trouble?

* The silence from the alpha would be unnerving if he wasn’t everywhere but you.

* He’s the one who dragged you here (you followed him), do you really need to be the first to strike up conversation?

* You point out the old bandages around his arms and torso, they look like they need to be replaced.

* The black wolf informs you that the bandages are fine and that he’s still wounded.

* Of course you know that’s bullshit because you just left Heka’s place, and they wouldn’t be a good witch doctor if they just left the ALPHA of all people to just heal normally.

* So when you ask if you could see how the wounds are holding up, he looks at you as if you caught them elbow deep in the cookie jar (or I guess the biscuit jar???)

* This is going nowhere, it’s either the bandages or his arms.

* You’re fast, but he’s faster. For someone so bulky, he’s slippery and quick on their feet.

* You waste more time you would like playing cat and mouse with a wolf almost three feet bigger than you.

* As you chase the wolf around the messy house, failing to grasp this giant shadowy figure almost makes you think that this wolf is made out nothing but darkness.

* Fortunately for you, the wolf’s luck runs out as he slips on a piece of paper on the ground.

* Always keep your house tidy, kids!

* Before the wolf could crash onto the ground, you manage to catch him by the torso, securing both of your arms behind his back.

* Now that you got a good hold on him, he’s about as heavy as a reindeer. Must take a lot of skill and energy to prance around like that while carrying so much weight.

* You and the werewolf stay like this for less than a minute, but it feels like eternity.

* You actually manage to make eye contact with the wolf. They look more human than you remember.

* His eyes aren’t glowing as they had when you first met him, but they still shimmer like newly cleaned rubies.

* You can’t help notice that the wolf is holding onto your shoulders, most likely to keep himself up.

* You gently set him down on the floor, you pin both of your knees at his hips so he won’t get away. He doesn’t struggle against you.

* You unwrap the bandages on his write arm, just as you suspected, he’s doing fine.

* You feel about the muscles on his arm, from the FPL, to the bicep, and to the tricep. Everything seems to be in order. His tricep is also fairly big, and he’s not even flexing, you think.

* You move on to the left arm, they’re pretty much symmetrical, both in form and health.

* You move the alpha’s forearm to see how the bicep stretches and squeezes, he must’ve done a lot of chin ups to get arms this big

* Suddenly, the black wolf flexes his arms and his muscles bulges into life, you’re almost taken aback with how big they’ve gotten.

* And they’re hard enough to break Brazil nuts, you can even feel the veins under all of that fur.

* Moving on, you turn to the shoulders and neck, and they’re both broad as the distance between Texas and Thailand.

* You can feel the stress and stiffness in the trapezius, so you might as well massage them while you’re here. Must be taxing work to be an alpha.

* You look up to see the werewolf’s eyes close, mouth slightly open, and tongue peaking out.

* You think you’re doing a great job.

* What seems like minutes passing, you stoped rubbing neck and shoulders and move down to the pectorals

* And what you see before are a pair of giant HAMS.

* Each one of them are bigger than both of your hands, and you thought you had a well developed chest.

* Against your better judgment, you grabbed each one of them by the underpart and pushed up.

* The alpha made a quick gasp at your sudden boldness, feeling like you stepped over a boundary too many, you let go and moved your hands away.

* But then the werewolf grabs your writs and places them back at his chest.

* Well, best not to look at a gift horse in the mouth.

* As you fondle with the wolf’s pecs, you can’t help but to be amazed at how soft yet firm they are, they’re like huge pillows of tense muscle and meat.

* The wolf’s breathing seems to be getting heavier, periodically accompanied by a quiet moan.

* After I finished playing with his pecs, I move even lower to the core.

* It’s hard to see with all of the fur in the way, but you do feel abs, and indeed they are.

* By god you can grate meat on those if there wasn’t so much fur in the way.

* I look at the werewolf, unsure if I should even be doing what I’m thinking of doing.

* He stares back at me with a look of anticipation, as if waiting for me to work my magic on him once more.

* Fuck it, if he wants to bite my face off after this, then I have no regrets.

* I start rubbing on his abs and belly, abandoning all sense and giving into my carnal desires.

* The silent and stoic werewolf is now more loud and vocal than ever.

* He raises his arms over his head, granting me full reign over his body, his head jerks side to side and the sounds coming out of his throat portrays how much he’s enjoying this.

* His groans and moans gets louder and more intense as time goes on, giving attention to his pecs and down to his sides and to his stomach again.

* The both of you are now lost in the moment, you don’t even remember why the two of you even got here in the first place, or what you were even worried about.

* A greedy squeeze on pec had the wolf shout sounds of pure ecstasy, as he thrust his hips upwards.

* That climatic occurrence was just abrupt enough to wake you from your lust filled spell.

* You look around to see what’s happening and what you’re doing and how absolutely insane you’re being.

* The wolf on the other hand was still in a trance, it’s kinda cute and weird that a giant monster could act so puppy like.

* The werewolf slowly opens his eyes and looks up at you, honestly it would be fare that the alpha wouldn’t be so happy to be taken advantaged of.

* “Why…. Did you stop?”

* …..or not.

* You don’t really want to answer that question because then you have to answer why you decided to do… whatever that was, so instead you asked a question of your own.

* “Why didn’t you come and see me?”

* The wolf looked surprised by your response, which then turned into sadness. He turned his muzzle away from you, unable to face you.

* What is even going on??????

* You sigh, and lean towards the wolf

* “Look, I’m not mad, or disappointed. I was just…. Concerned about you.”

* The werewolf looked at you swiftly, and then turn his eyes away. Before you could continue, he speaks.

* “I… didn’t know how to approach you…”

* You… have no idea what that could mean.

* “I felt very bad after I’ve eaten all of your food, you had no pack to turn to or help you out, I feared that you will starve.”

* I guess that makes sense, he was probably very hungry after almost dying, and everything in my kitchen was left unguarded.

* He is still partly a wild animal.

* “When I heard that you chased away my wolves, I almost didn’t believe it. But I wanted to make sure.”

* “I searched far and wide for that boar and killed it so I could give it to you.”

* He really did all of that? That huge mountain of pork? And he dragged it all the way to my cabin?

* “Everyone else thought that I was gonna teach you a lesson for messing with my tribe, they were really surprised when I just came to drop off food for you.”

* “Well, I’m not sure if I would win if we were to fight.”

* “But I don’t want to hurt you!”

* The werewolf sits up from the ground to face you, there’s panic, worry, and sorrow in his eyes.

* You’re taken aback how this stranger is acting very caring towards you.

* “I… well… I-“

* “I don’t want to hurt you either.”

* The werewolf’s ears perk up with your response, the gloomy feelings that once was there are now fading away

* “I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking about you, and the more I’m not with you, the worse it gets.”

* What are you doing?

* “I never felt like this before, so vulnerable, so scared, so anxious. Especially for someone else who I barely know!”

* You try to reign back your feelings, but they keep flowing out of your mouth.

* “The thought of you getting hurt, the thought of never seeing you again, the thought of there’s someone out there trying to take you away from me… it’s painful. And I just-“

* You look up at the wolf who’s staring at you intently, there’s no malice of or judgement, there’s something else, something just as intense.

* You forgot what you were gonna say next.

* “Today was a long fucking day”

* The absurdity of this entire month finally dawns on you, you were so used to being the strangest person in town, and now you have to deal with werewolves and witchcraft.

* “I’m sorry for chasing you around in your own house

* “I’m sorry for ignoring you”

* “I’m sorry for yelling at you twice infront of your people.”

* “I’m sorry for stealing your food and leaving without saying anything”

* “Hey, in your defense… you were dying.”

* …..

* The both of you burst out laughing, this was a whole mess, you and this werewolf you don’t know the name of are just one big mess.

* “Y’know come to think of it, I didn’t even got your name, yet.”

* The wolf snapped out of their jovial mood and puts his hands on his face. Cute.

* “Fergus the bloody, at your service”

* Now that’s a title for a werewolf, must be an alpha thing.

* “Call me Y/N”

* You and your new friend, Fergus the alpha, smile at eachother as you said your goodbyes.

* And for the first time in forever, you couldn’t wait to him again.

[forlix]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・908 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・hyunjin x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・domestic fluff, established relationship, being hopelessly whipped for one another hehe

Hwang Hyunjin is no stranger to compliments.

How couldn’t he be, when his grip on every stadium is one of titanium, when he looks and sounds like a figment of a sweet dream, when he is all that he is? And he loves the flattery. He’ll bow graciously and utter his thanks, his head lowered just far enough to conceal the smirk on his lips that says: oh, I know.

But it’s different with you. Maybe it’s because he’s clung to everything you’ve said to him since the day you met, curating a mental archive of the greatest love he'll ever know. Maybe it’s because he feels the urge to smile just looking at your face. Maybe he's that much of an enamored idiot that your praise makes him feel like he’s touching the sky.

Whatever the reason, your compliments destroy him, and tonight is no exception.

Hyunjin’s head is hovering over the sink, headband holding back his hair, hands slathering cleanser over his skin, when his phone goes off. It’s unusual for him to receive emails so late, and he rinses and dries himself with a touch of irritation. Surely it can wait until tomorrow. But the annoyance subsides when Hyunjin starts to read: photos came out early . . . congratulations again . . . will be in touch with next steps.

Behind him, the bathroom door opens, and in walks a figure with tired eyes and a matching headband over their hairline. Hyunjin feels arms circle around his waist and a familiar warmth press up against his back. “I ran out of face soap,” you mumble.

Without looking up from his screen, Hyunjin picks up his cleanser and holds it by his hip, so that you only need extend your fingers to snatch it away. You place a kiss on his cheek as a quick way of thanks, bringing a small, helpless smile to his face.

The next few minutes are spent in silence, save for the sounds of your washing. It isn’t until you glance in the mirror and see your boyfriend’s fascination with his phone that you notice something’s up.

“What’re you looking at?” You hum, curious.

Hyunjin’s reply is casual. Too casual. “The photos from the Versace shoot came out early.”

At this, you whip around to look at him. Your face is illuminated with a smile that stretches from ear to ear, the fatigue in your eyes replaced with pure anticipation. A mysterious warmth begins to spread through Hyunjin, starting in his chest and traveling as far as his cheeks, dusting them pink with embarrassment. (And so Hyunjin’s destruction begins.)

“Show me,” you demand.

Hyunjin tilts his screen in your direction, finally unable to quell the proud grin that he’s been biting back for so long. You nestle into his side and wrap your hands around his tricep, as if looking to hang onto something for emotional support, but nothing could've prepared you for what you see: silky dark hair pinned back by a pair of white sunglasses, facial features so ethereal that they rival the sculptures of Michelangelo himself, jewelry and suit jacket dull in comparison to his golden complexion, all rearranged into poses and expressions so confident and effortless that one would think he’s been doing this for years.

It is too much for you.

The noise that comes out of your mouth is terrifying—a mixture of a moan and a gasp except you’re being mauled by a mountain lion, or something—and Hyunjin starts to laugh, the forceful, involuntary kind that seizes his entire being.

“Are you kidding me?" You let go of his arm to grab hold of his phone with both hands, bringing it within inches of your face. "Is this real life?”

“What sound did you just make—?" Hyunjin is now sliding down the wall, barely able to get his words out. "Wait, I can’t breathe, stop—”

You ignore him, and Hyunjin genuinely thinks he’s going to dissolve when he sees that you’ve zoomed in far enough for his face, just his face, to take up the entire screen. “This can’t be real,” you mutter. “You can’t be real.”

“Shut up, you idiot—”

Hyunjin suddenly feels a pair of hands on his cheeks, and you start littering kisses all over his face, first on his forehead, then his temple, then his nose, his jaw, weaving words in between to form a sentence: you are the most beautiful man in the whole world, Hwang Hyunjin. He disappears into a new fit of laughter, his cheeks sore from how hard he’s beaming, his ears burning crimson. He feels like he might burst, he’s so happy, so in love.

You then pull away for a breather, and whatever plea for mercy Hyunjin has prepared goes forgotten when it occurs to him how close the two of you are, with you basically straddling him and wisps of your hair tickling his face. And you look stunning right now, barefaced and blushing and radiant. His laughter dissipates at last, leaving behind only a helplessly fond smile that turns his eyes to crescents.

“My prince,” you whisper, bumping your nose lightly against his. “Mine.”

He physically cannot go a second longer without kissing you, leaning in and sealing his grin against yours with the intensity of an oath. Yours. Forever.

“Thank you, baby."

(The truth is that Hyunjin destroys you first. It is only natural that you return the favor.)

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[moonlit-rose-garden]

Moving on

Nick Valentine x reader

Word count: 1,655

This takes place about 2 years after the events of Fallout 4 and 1 year after finishing Nick's Eddie Winter quest line. The sole survivor (you) have been living predominantly in Diamond City, helping Nick with his cases.

It was raining outside. Almost no one was in the streets of the Great Green Jewel due to it. A off day, you could say. Most people were able to stay home and relax.

Days like this made (Y-n) almost forget that just outside the walls was a wasteland full of creatures itching to kill.

(Y-n) sat at an old metal desk with her head in her arms, listening to the radio playing. Nick walked in from outside, water dripping off the brim of his hat. He quickly shed his wet coat and hat and then began to make his way to his desk.

Stopping at the desk where (Y-n) sat, Nick revealed a bowl he brought in with him. “You've been working too hard. You need to eat.“ He said as he set the bowl in front of her and took a seat in the chair facing the front of the desk.

(Y-n) slowly raised her head to look at Nick, some of her hair falling in front of her face. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach over and tuck her hair behind her ear. He opted for smoking instead. (Y-n) watched as he tried lighting a cigarette a few times before succeeding. He sat back in the chair with his sleeves rolled up, relaxed for once.

“I think this is the most relaxed I've ever seen you, Nick.“ (Y-n) smiled as she grabbed the bowl of noodles and began to eat. “Thanks.“ Nick waved her off. “It's no problem.“ (Y-n) chuckles to herself. “This reminds me of late nights at the law office I used to work at. Someone would bring takeout, and we'd all sit and work. Or we'd just talk.“

Nick was quiet for a moment. “We used to do the same at the police department when we worked late.“ “Too bad we never got to meet back then. We'd have been great friends, I think.“ They both laughed lightly.

“Look at the two of us. Still stuck in a world long gone.“ Nick chuckled. (Y-n) thought about it for a moment. She pushed the noodles aside and propped her head up with her hand. “Honestly... I think I've moved on.. I mean, it still hurts to think about, and I will always miss Nate. But, I think it's getting better.“

Nick stared at her, his yellow eyes fixated on her face. “I never thought I'd say this. But me too. For so long, I held on to the feelings of a life I never physically lived. After everything with Eddie and a year to think about it...“ He leaned forward on the desk.“well I guess I should thank you.“ He finished. (Y-n) smiled warmly at Nick. “I'm glad we found each other. I couldn't have done any of this without you.“ She reached out over the desk, taking his free hand. “Thank you for taking care of me, Nick. You're a good man”

Nick stared at his hand in hers. It made him comfortable and warm. A feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. He glanced away and laughed. “Well that's what I'm here for. Detective Nick Valentine at your service.“ (Y-n) took her hand way. Immediately missing the feeling of his. She gazed at her hand.

It made her feel a bit guilty. Sure, it had been around 80 years since Nate passed, only 2 to her, but she still loved him. She'd always love him, but he's gone. She can't hold onto a ghost forever.. (Y-n) looked up and caught Nick staring at her with an unreadable expression. He quickly looks away quickly, pretending to read a file sitting on the desk.

(Y-n) looked way. She had a good guess why he was staring. They were both adults. She wasn't going to pretend that she didn't notice the things he did for her and how often he'd watch her. She was sure he had noticed how she smiled at him and how her hand would linger on his arm longer than it had to.

“Nick, do you still think of her?“ (Y-n) asked softly. Nick paused for a moment. “I do. But it's like you and Nate. She's long gone. Besides, she was never mine to begin with.“ He looks at (Y-n) with a small smile. “You helped me move on. Move on from that old life and start living my own." (Y-n) smiled. “I'm glad.“

The room was silent for a long while, and only the sound of the rain and the radio could be heard. Occasionally, the sound of papers shuffling would interrupt the comfortable silence.

“Oh, I should get back before it's too late. I still need to feed Dogmeat!“ (Y-n) said as she stood. Nick followed and put his coat and hat on. Then handed (Y-n) her coat and hat. “Thanks. Are you coming with?“ He nodded. “Yeah, I'll walk you home. “

The air outside was cold, and the rain came down in a drizzle. Nick, seeing (Y-n) shake in the cold, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. Though he didn't add any warmth, the gesture made a blush creep up (Y-n) neck.

Slowly, she snaked an arm around his waist. (Y-n) looked at Nick in her peripheral vision. This talk helped her come to a decision about something she had been agonizing over for the past year. She loved Nick, and she was sure that, to some extent, he cared for her, too. But in what way? Looking forward again, (Y-n) tried to fight the anxious feeling bubbling up and the blush that came with it.

Nick felt conflicted. He liked the way she held onto him. He liked her company, he liked her. Nick knew he loved (Y-n). His mind felt scrambled and loud despite the quiet environment. The only sound was the rain and their shoes landing in puddles. He looked down, focused on the ground before them as they walked.

“Well, this is me...“ (Y-n) said as she let go of Nick and slid out of his hold. She pressed her lips in a line and awkwardly searched her pockets for her key. Nick watched her with a small smile. She was always so beautiful to him. But he never even dared entertaining the thought of romance. Not with how he looked, with what he was.

(Y-n) unlocked the door and pushed it open. “I'll see you tomorrow, Nick. Get some-” Before she could finish her sentence, a crack of thunder sounded with lighting not too far behind, and the rain started pouring. Taking one look at the sky and rain (Y-n) ushered Nick into her home. She slammed the door and locked it, letting out a sigh.

They both took off their wet coats and hats, hanging them on the coat hanger near the door. “Come on in! Just leave your shoes at the door.“ (Y-n) said, walking further into the house. Nick took a moment to look around. He realised the last time he'd been here was when (Y-n) first bought it. Almost a year ago. “I like what you've done with the place. Cozy. Tell me, how is it you're only now inviting me over?“ He said as he followed her into a little living room area.

“Well, I guess I never thought about it. I feel like I spend more time at the detective agency than in any of my homes.“ (Y-n) smiled and took a seat on a couch. She gestured for Nick to do the same, which he did.

A moment of silence passed between them. A false silence. Their heads both buzzing and loud. Nick thought he was fine working with her and admiring from a far, but now sitting with (Y-n) after coming getting off work... It almost felt like they were a couple. He hated himself for feeling this way. For how flustered he was.

Nick looked over at (Y-n). Her hands were clenched together in her lap, and she had this strange look on her face. “Hey, you alright?“ She glanced at him with an uneasy smile “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just got something on my mind.“ Nick turned to face her fully. “What's troubling you? Maybe I can help.“

(Y-n) was silent for a short moment. “You're good to me, Nick. Thank you.“ Nick watched her intently. She looked at him in his glowing eyes. Maybe the storm happened for a reason. It gave her a chance to come clean and tell him how she really feels. “I care about you. A lot.“ (Y-n) looked away. “Sorry if this is weird. I just feel like I've got to say something.“

Putting a hand on her back, Nick inched closer to her. “It's alright. Just. Just tell me what it is.“ Nick had a feeling where it was going but pushed it away. He felt foolish for even entertaining the idea. (Y-n) took a deep breath and looked at Nick again, slightly leaning towards him.

“Do you care about me? The way I care about you?“ Nick was speechless. He just stared at her with a blank face. “I love you, Nick. And I have for a while..“ (Y-n) gazed at him with hopeful, loving eyes. Slowly, he raised a hand to her cheek and caressed her face. (Y-n) leaned into his gentle touch.

“This all feels like a dream...“ Nick whispered. He leaned forward and captured (Y-n) into a hug. “I do... I love you, too..“

They pulled apart, and (Y-n) held Nick's face gently. She inched closer before closing the gap between them, her warm lips meeting his cool ones.

(Y-n) quickly pulled away “I-I I'm sorry! I-I should have asked!“ Nick just grabbed her face, pulling her back towards him and kissing her, a bit harder this time. (Y-n) smiled into the kiss and threw her arms around his neck.

She knew that, finally, happy days were just around the corner.

I'm sorry if he's super out of character! It's been so incredibly long since I played this game! I hope it was still a good read. I do feel like the ending is missing something, though.

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REWIND — p. sunghoon

PAIRING sunghoon x gnr

DESC. break ups were never easy, especially with your first love. after some time, moving on became easier.

GENRE angst, is this considered hurt no comfort??

WARNING break up, moving on

W. COUNT 0.6k

S. NOTES i love angst so much

FOR. 1/2 jangkku ( @okwonyo ) celestial ballet event!

— rewind by twice

i don't want to know how you're doing.

it's so strange how someone i used to care so much about became a stranger to me so suddenly. the days i spent worrying if you had eaten, if you had gotten enough rest, if you were taking care of yourself in between your training.

now, i'm not curious about you.

as irresistible as it was back then to search your name, and catch up to what you're up to, now i don't care enough to even think about you anymore.

i couldn't help but hate you back then. you took away me who was so beautiful, the one who used to love with her whole heart. the one whose heart couldn’t tell the difference between love and you.

loving you felt so easy that even the thought of losing you back then would feel as if my heart was ripped out of my chest and thrown against the wall like it meant nothing.

so why was our breakup so easy for you?

after everything i did for you, why did it seem so simple to leave me behind like that? the one who went to all of your skating events and even your training? the one who supported your decision to become an idol long before anyone did. did my sleepless nights reassuring you amount to something that meant nothing to you?

did the times id leave anything and anyone behind just for you amount to nothing in the end?

our relationship wasn't as beautiful as the movies, but it was perfect to me. it might've been the ordinary love that every couple experienced but it was different because it was ours.

did i not even deserve the truth that you were joining some survival show to debut, after telling me every little secret about yourself was achieving your dream so precious you couldn't even think to share it with me? 

back then i'd tell myself that it was your agency that caused our separation, but then i remember how empty your eyes looked when you told me it was over. no explanation, only to see your face plastered on a tv screen a week later.

i hoped you were maybe going through what i was going through. barely eating as the taste of my tears on my tongue seemed to fill my appetite, the salty taste becoming so familiar i almost forgot what it tasted like without it. 

but you seemed so happy. laughing with all the others, singing and dancing without a care in the world as if i never existed. like you beginning was in the building and not with me.

funnily enough, i do thank you in some way. your indifference snapped me out of my love haze and turned my sadness into anger.

why did you get to be happy? what about my dreams?

so i found friends that loved me, i even started seeing someone briefly.

got into my dream university, studying what i love.

and i partially thank you for it.

i'll continue to create new memories and experience things i deprived myself of in the name of loving you until you completely fade away. 

keep you in the past and make sure you never touch my present.

prove to the younger me who was so full of love that my world didn't revolve around you, that my life continued and will continue without you. that i know a love that isn’t tainted with your name. that one day if the information that you were struggling found me, i'd be able to sleep comfortably knowing you are not mine to worry about anymore.

park sunghoon. even if i could rewind time and try to make you love me longer, the much more beautiful me now has no interest in you anymore.

you may have had my love once before, but you will never get it again.

you will never take away my beauty ever again.

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[graci3sb0w]

Spiraling is miserable

Gracie Abrams x Female Reader Difficult by Gracie Abrams

Summary : you feel like shit because of your studies, and Gracie comes over.

Warnings : crying, cursing, angst, fluff.

The clock reads 1:47 PM.

I’ve been sitting at my desk since 7 AM, staring at the same chemistry textbook, flipping through the same pages, and yet—nothing is sticking. My brain feels like static, buzzing with useless thoughts instead of actual information.

My fingers grip my pen, tapping it against the desk in a restless rhythm. I need to focus. I have to.

But every time I try to read a sentence, my mind spirals.

Why can’t you just concentrate?

You’re wasting time.

You’re going to fail.

The thoughts suffocate me, pressing against my chest.

My notebook is still blank. The sight of it makes my stomach twist with something close to panic.

I clench my jaw, swallowing down the frustration.

I try again. Open a new page. Write the date at the top.

And then… nothing.

Nothing.

I want to scream.

The pressure in my chest grows unbearable, like a dam about to burst. My eyes burn, but I refuse to let the tears fall.

Not yet.

My phone buzzes.

Gracie: You good?

I don’t answer.

A minute later, another message.

Gracie: Baby?

My throat tightens. I could ignore it. I should. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to explain.

But then my phone rings.

I hesitate before answering, pressing the phone to my ear.

I don’t say anything.

Gracie’s voice is soft. "Hey, love."

I swallow hard. "Hey."

"You sound… off." A pause. "Have you eaten today?"

I glance at the untouched granola bar beside me. "No."

Gracie sighs. "Have you taken a break at all?"

"No."

Another pause. "I’m coming over."

I open my mouth to protest, but the words don’t come. Instead, a sharp inhale slips out—too shaky, too uneven.

And Gracie hears it.

"Baby," she whispers. "Are you—are you crying?"

I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head even though she can’t see me. "No."

But my voice cracks.

And that’s all it takes.

"Stay there," she says softly. "I’m on my way."

By the time Gracie arrives, I’ve completely shut down.

I’m curled up in my chair, knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around them. The textbooks are still open, but my notebook is still blank.

I barely look up when she walks in.

She takes one glance at me and sighs, closing the door behind her.

"Come here," she murmurs.

I don’t move.

She frowns, crossing the room until she’s kneeling in front of me. "Baby," she whispers, brushing my knee gently. "Talk to me."

I swallow, keeping my gaze down. "I—I don’t know what’s wrong with me."

Her brows furrow. "Nothing is wrong with you."

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "I haven’t done anything today. I’ve been sitting here for hours, and I can’t—I can’t even start. I just—" My breath hitches, my throat tight. "I don’t know how to fix this."

Her expression softens, her fingers tracing soothing circles against my skin. "You don’t have to fix it alone."

I inhale shakily. "I feel so—so fucking guilty for not studying. But I don’t have the energy to do it. And then I feel worse for wasting time, and it just—" My voice breaks. "It won’t stop."

She doesn’t hesitate. She reaches up, gently pulling me into her arms.

I stiffen for a moment. But then the dam breaks.

I bury my face in her shoulder, the weight of everything crashing down. A sob tears through me, raw and exhausted.

Her arms tighten around me. "Oh, baby."

My fingers clutch at the fabric of her hoodie as the tears keep coming. "I hate feeling like this."

"I know," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. "I hate seeing you like this."

"I just want to be better," I whisper. "I want to do better."

"You are doing your best," she says firmly. "And that’s enough."

I sniffle, my breathing still uneven. "It doesn’t feel like it."

She pulls back slightly, cupping my face. "That’s because you’re being too hard on yourself." She brushes a thumb under my eye, wiping away a tear. "You deserve to rest."

I shake my head. "From what? Doing nothing?" I sob harder "I don’t have time to rest."

"Yes, you do," she insists. "Because if you don’t let yourself breathe, you’re just going to burn out. And I won’t let that happen."

I exhale shakily. "I don’t know how to stop feeling like this."

She presses her forehead against mine. "Then let me remind you."

I close my eyes, letting myself lean into her touch.

Gracie doesn’t let go. Not even when my breathing slows, when the sobs die down into quiet sniffles, when exhaustion starts pressing against my bones.

She just holds me, letting me fall apart in her arms.

Then, she pulls back slightly, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Let’s get you something to eat, okay?"

I shake my head. "I’m not hungry."

"You haven’t eaten all day." She stands up, offering me her hand. "Come on. Just a little bit."

I hesitate.

But her gaze is so warm, so full of care, that I find myself taking her hand anyway.

She leads me to the kitchen and makes me sit down at the counter while she moves around, grabbing bread, slicing some fruit.

She sets a plate in front of me. "Just try, baby."

I pick at a piece of toast, my stomach still knotted.

Gracie watches me carefully. "Do you want tea?"

I nod weakly.

She makes it exactly how I like it, setting the warm mug in front of me.

And when I finally take a small bite of toast, she smiles, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "That’s my girl."

Something about those words makes my chest ache.

She cares. She really cares.

And in this moment, I let myself believe it.

Even if the stress doesn’t fully go away. Even if tomorrow, the guilt will creep back in.

It always does

Right now, she’s here.

And for now, that’s enough.

[maeby-cursed]

vampire!satoru who’s not used to being in the shadows. 

he gets turned very young and lives through every stage he could possibly live through; denial, starvation, a deep self loathing and a bitter feeling of acceptance. he was never too concerned about harming others but he was also not used to having his liberties curtailed.

vampire!satoru who begins to hunt others.

he needs the blood, quite literally, to survive. he’s also gotten even more vain in this new skin, this odd state of life between what was and death. he hasn’t found any others like him yet so he has no guidance, he hunts men and women alike and tries to figure out what he likes. he can’t help but admire himself though; this new glow of his skin, his elongated canines… he enjoys the blood dripping down his face, the only drop of color against the white of his hair, skin and eyes. 

vampire!satoru who gives up on morals entirely. 

he finds new victims easily and feeds on them, enjoying himself like narcissus in the lake. he buys a mansion by stealing money from every prey and works out a system to enjoy his life to the fullest even if he cannot see the sun ever again. he tricks and manipulates women and lies and slaughters men by the thousands. he feels numb with every drop of blood.

he never once kills a child.

vampire!satoru who meets you.

it’s a cold january night and a blizzard has struck the town he resides in at the moment. he could very well go out if he felt inclined to but he’s not forgotten his lazy ways, he doesn’t feel like chasing some poor victim in the middle of a snow storm just to get a drop of cold blood. he’s not that desperate. 

he spends his night reading, studying, turning the tv on and off and contemplating himself on every surface he can see himself reflected upon. 

he’s in the middle of admiring his eyes on a silver spoon when someone knocks on his door. he’s so startled he drops the utensil, and now he’s annoyed. no one startles the satoru gojo.

vampire!satoru who opens the door and sees your face for the first time.

you’re wrapped in a thick coat, hair floating around your visage due to the wind. he’s struck for a moment with a memory he can’t recall; a warm smile and a mane of black hair. 

“who the hell are you?” he asks. 

vampire!satoru who for an unknown reason decides to listen to you.

you explain how you were about to catch a flight when the storm hit, how you don’t know the town very well and cannot find your way to a hotel. a shy smile makes your cheeks soft when you timidly ask if you could stay for a night. 

vampire!satoru who is a predator, vampire!satoru who is an animal, vampire!satoru who is not human, not your friend, not kind, not good.

vampire!satoru who for a second feels greedy.

you trust him. you trust this creature in front of you who is very obviously not like you, who has the coldest eyes you’ve ever met and the longest canines you’ve ever seen. your instincts know – they must.

and yet… he can see it in your eyes, the kindness hidden behind the pupils that tell him you always expect people to be good, even when you shouldn’t.

vampire!satoru who feels thirsty for something that isn’t blood for the first time in a hundred years.

vampire!satoru who can’t remember who he was all those years ago.

he can’t remember the faces of those he used to love, can’t remember how he looked like or what he thought of the world. who was a human in a world of humans and now feels like a child who’s been told he has to hurt others to survive. 

he can’t remember what he’s done since he was turned, can’t remember the number of victims or what they looked like. who was reborn alone and has lived alone and will exist forever alone.

vampire!satoru who really truly doesn’t want this to be his existence. 

vampire!satoru who answers your question with an “okay” and lets you in.