#I’m trying not to spoil but iykyk

[chaosinstigator]

they took away my boy

[notiddygothgf]

11. Conflict of Interest

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ You don't deserve this. ❞ ❝ You know I love you, troublemaker. ❞

★ c.w.: n/a. (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: Hi my darlingssss!!! SO as i said I've reached the end of prewritten chapters so updates will be coming a little slower. I'm full time at uni and I've been absolutely SWAMPED with exams this past week. Chem is the worst iykyk. Anyway!!! to make up for the delay (and future delays) i wanted to spoil yall with a lil long chapter. I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!!! i love YOU!! comment comment comment away i literally love reading them. give me smth to look forward too tee hee.

★ w.c: .9.5k

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YOUR HEART DROPPED through your chest, the world around you slowing to a crawl as his words echoed in your mind. Tokyo. He’s coming here.

“What?” you breathed, barely managing the word, your throat tightening as reality hit you all at once.

“ Yeah ,” he continued, sounding almost excited, as if this was the best news in the world. “ My supervisor said they could really use the backup in Tokyo. I guess the team’s been stretched thin over there, so they’re sending me out .”

Your stomach lurched, twisting into a tight knot. Tokyo? Here? Now? It was as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on you.

“That’s… great,” you forced out, your voice shaky, trying desperately to mask the panic swelling inside. “Really.”

Aki’s eyes met yours from across the balcony, his gaze steady, calm. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but he watched you with a quiet curiosity, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside you. You could feel your face heating up under his gaze, the weight of everything pressing down on your shoulders. How am I going to hide this from him?

“How long will you be here?” you asked, feigning a casual tone, even though your hands were shaking, white-knuckled around the phone.

“ Not sure, ” he answered, still in that same oblivious tone. “I guess as long as you’re in Tokyo, I’ll be stationed there. My supervisor thinks it’ll be good for us to be close by for a while. ”

Your chest tightened further, breath hitching as you tried to process what he was saying. I’m screwed. This is it. I’m completely, utterly screwed.

“They’re booking me a suite. I asked to stay with you, and they said it was fine, ” He added.

“That’s... that’s amazing,” you said, forcing a hollow excitement into your voice. Your lips trembled into a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Wow, it’s going to be…” You swallowed. “Nice.”

The words were like acid on your tongue.

He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that. We’ll finally be able to catch up on all the time we missed.”

“Yeah, finally,” you repeated quietly, feeling a wave of nausea roll through you. Your heart was pounding in your ears, so loud that you could barely hear his voice anymore. You were nodding along, saying whatever words you could muster, but your thoughts were spiraling. What the hell am I going to do?

“Well, I’ve got to finish up some paperwork before the move, but I’ll be there soon. Tonight, actually.”

You swallowed hard. That was no time at all. How am I supposed to prepare for this? Your brain was screaming, but outwardly, you nodded, forcing a tight smile he couldn’t see.

“That sounds... perfect,” you lied. “Really, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Alright, I’ll call you when I’ve got the final details. Love you.”

You opened your mouth, but the words stuck in your throat. For a split second, you hesitated, your eyes flickering to Aki, who had leaned back in the chair, watching you with a soft, curious gaze. The weight of your husband’s voice on the other end of the line crushed down on you.

“Love you too ,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper before quickly hanging up.

The silence that followed was deafening. You stared at the phone in your hand, the cold, empty feeling creeping into your chest.

The cigarette, long forgotten, had burned down to a stub, the last ember smoldering weakly. You pressed it out in the ashtray, your fingers trembling, your breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts.

You gripped the edge of the balcony railing, trying to steady yourself, but the panic had already taken hold. Your heart raced, the world closing in around you as you fought to keep yourself from spiraling.

He’s coming. He’s really coming to Tokyo. What the hell am I going to do now?

Aki’s quiet presence was still there, grounding, but it didn’t stop the thoughts racing through your mind. You couldn’t let him see. Couldn’t let him know how badly this was shaking you. You were supposed to be fine. Everything was supposed to be fine.

But nothing was fine anymore.

You stared out over the city skyline, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you fought to regain control. But it was slipping. It was all slipping through your fingers, and for the first time in a long while, you felt powerless.

The panic was unbearable. Your chest felt like it was caving in, breath coming in short, sharp bursts as the reality of it settled over you. You had to get out—move, escape before the walls closed in completely. You pushed yourself off the balcony, your mind racing, limbs trembling.

Aki watched you stand abruptly, his brow furrowing as you moved quickly toward the door, your steps frantic, unsteady.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked, his voice gentle but confused, rising from the chair to follow you. He reached out, catching your arm just as your hand grasped the door handle. “You okay?”

You froze under his touch, your heart hammering in your chest as his warmth anchored you. The panic swelled even more, your thoughts a blur. You could feel your throat tightening, the words struggling to come out. He’s coming. It was like a mantra, replaying over and over in your mind, suffocating you.

“He’s coming,” you choked out, your voice small and broken. You turned to face Aki, your eyes wide, brimming with tears that threatened to spill over. “My husband. He’s coming to Tokyo.”

Aki’s grip on your arm tightened slightly, concern clouding his face as he stepped closer. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s over.” The words came out on a sob, the reality of it crashing down on you. “He’s coming here, and it’s all over. He’s gonna ruin everything.”

The tears fell freely now, your body trembling under the weight of it all. Aki’s expression shifted from concern to something deeper, something protective. He pulled you gently into his arms, holding you close, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold fear clawing at your insides.

“What do you mean ‘it’s over’? What’s going on? Talk to me.”

You tried to catch your breath, tried to form words, but the memories hit you hard and fast. Every bruise, every cruel word, every moment in that house—it was suffocating you now. You clung to Aki, your fingers digging into his shirt as if he were the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

“He’ll find out,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “He’s going to find out about us. About me.”

Aki’s hand gently stroked your back, his voice low and soothing. “Hey, calm down. Why are you so upset? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, pulling back slightly to meet his eyes, tears blurring your vision. “You don’t understand. You don’t know him.”

Aki frowned, his thumb brushing away a tear that trailed down your cheek. “Then tell me. Help me understand.”

The words caught in your throat, but something about the way he looked at you—steady, unwavering—made you feel safe. You swallowed hard and the dam inside you broke.

“My husband... he’s not... he’s…” you began, your voice shaking, the words tumbling out faster now. “He’s hurt me. For years. He’s been hurting me.”

Aki’s expression darkened, his body tensing, but he stayed quiet, giving you space to speak. His arms were still wrapped around you, grounding you.

“When we first got married, it wasn’t like this. He wasn’t like this. It started small—just words. He’d get angry over the smallest things, but then it got worse. He’d talk down to me, degrade me, then he hit me. At first, it was my fault. I made myself believe that. I thought if I just tried harder, if I didn’t mess up, maybe he’d stop. But he never did. He kept hitting me, and I’m scared that– that he’ll hurt me.”

Your voice cracked, the memories overwhelming, but you kept going, needing to let it out. “And now he’s coming here. He’ll see how happy I am, and he’ll take it all away. He always finds a way to make me pay.”

Aki’s jaw clenched, his hands trembling slightly as he held you. His voice was steady, “I would never let him do that.”

You wanted to believe him, wanted so desperately to let go of the fear that had gripped you for so long. But your husband had always found you. Always pulled you back. You weren’t free of him—not yet.

“But we can’t… see each other anymore,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Not while he’s here. He’ll know, Aki. He’ll figure it out, and I can’t let… I just can’t.”

Aki’s eyes flashed with something like heartbreak, his grip on you tightening as if refusing to let you go. “We can figure something out. See each other in secret, maybe.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. “We can’t. He’ll watch me, and if he finds out about us, he’ll hurt you. He’ll hurt both of us.”

Aki’s hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away your tears as he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “I don’t care what he does to me. I don’t want him to take you away.”

But you could see the pain in his eyes, the uncertainty. You felt your own heart breaking, the weight of it all pressing down on you. You shook your head again, gently pulling away from his touch.

“I can’t take that risk.”

Aki’s breath hitched, his face falling. For a long, agonizing moment, he said nothing, just stared at you like he was trying to find the right words, trying to make you stay. But he knew. Deep down, he knew you were right.

“You want to stop seeing me, then?” he asked quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “We just stop? After everything? After the conversation we had less than 12 hours ago?”

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. “For now,” you managed, though the words felt like they were ripping you apart. “It’s the only way I can keep you safe. Depending on how long he stays, I’m sure we can find a way to sneak around, but for now…”

Aki looked away, blinking rapidly as if he was fighting back his own tears. He nodded slowly, his shoulders sagging as the reality of it sunk in.

“I understand,” he murmured, his voice tight with the pain of it. “I don’t like it, but I understand. I’ll stay away if it means you’re safe.”

It felt like your heart was shattering. You wanted to tell him you could find a way, that it didn’t have to be like this. But you knew better. You had to keep him safe. You had to protect him, even if it meant breaking both of your hearts in the process. Above all else, you didn’t want to give your husband a reason to put his hands on you again.

Damn him. He stole everything from you. Your freedom, your happiness, your youth, and now, this.

Aki opened his arms again, pulling you into a tight embrace, holding you like it was the last time. You buried your face in his chest, the sobs returning, harder now, your entire body trembling against him. His hands stroked your back, soothing, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm raging inside you.

“But, just so you know,” He broke the silence, “You can still call me whenever you need me, okay? You have my number. Use it. I’ll be there faster than you can spell my name.”

Don’t tell me that, you thought. I’ll call you every single day that we’re apart.

You couldn’t breathe. Your chest was so tight, the weight of the decision crushing you. You had to protect yourself, had to let him go, but everything in you screamed that this was wrong. That you shouldn’t be doing this. 

If this was the right thing—if this was truly to give Aki peace—then why did it feel so wrong? Why did it feel like your heart was being ripped out of your chest?

“I don’t want to say goodbye,” You sobbed, “You don’t deserve this.”

You clung to him, your sobs turning to gasps, your breath coming in ragged, desperate bursts. You couldn’t breathe. It hurt too much. But you didn’t let go. Neither of you did.

Because even though you both knew this was the end, neither of you was ready to say goodbye.

“You know I love you, troublemaker,” He cooed softly, kissing the top of your head.

This time, as the words left your lips, you felt yourself die a little, “I love you more.”

No stranger to the Tokyo train station, finding your husband’s train did not prove to be a difficult task. It rolled in at exactly 5:56 PM. Four minutes early. Your heart sank through your gut. Briefly, as the train doors slid open, you messed with your appearance – like you had done the whole time Aki had driven you up there in the passenger seat mirror, like he would be able to see the love bites you knew weren’t there, see remnants of your night with Aki all over your skin and face. 

Then, holding a brown suitcase you remembered from your honeymoon, your husband finally stepped off of the train. His brown hair looked like it was freshly done, neatly trimmed around his ears and face. His eyes went wide the moment he saw you. 

Had his nose always looked so… big? 

“Tanimoto!” You called him, waving your arms around.

You swallowed hard, forcing a smile as you waved a little more frantically than you intended. Tanimoto beamed, but something about it felt off to you. The lopsided grin, which had once sent flutters through your chest, now seemed… worn. The lines around his mouth stretched awkwardly, and the dull sheen in his eyes made your stomach turn.

As he approached, dragging the familiar brown suitcase along the platform, you felt a pang of regret—of guilt—and something else you couldn’t quite place. His footsteps were slightly heavier than you remembered, his posture just a touch more hunched. It was like seeing him with new eyes, like you'd forgotten these details about him and were seeing them for the first time. 

Your mind flashed back to Aki’s car, to the stolen glances in the rearview mirror, to the easy, careless laughter.

"Hey!" Tanimoto’s voice snapped you back to the moment. His arms reached out, and before you could stop yourself, you were in his embrace. You stiffened as his lips pressed a quick kiss on the top of your head, his breath warm against your scalp. It was a gesture that should’ve made you feel safe, but it didn’t. Instead, it made your skin itch.

“You got here early,” you said, stepping back as casually as possible. The scent of his cologne—familiar yet distant—lingered in the air between you. His brown eyes searched your face, but you avoided meeting them for too long, afraid of what he might see.

“I did,” he chuckled, “but looks like you were ready for me, huh?”

You forced another smile. “Of course.”

He took your hand, his fingers wrapping around yours with a tenderness that once made your heart race. Now, it just felt like a weight. He said something. You weren’t really listening. Instead, you found yourself hyper-focused on little things: the way his coat hung awkwardly off his frame, how his nose suddenly seemed far too large for his face. 

Had he… always been like this? Or had you just... forgotten?

He squeezed your hand, and your mind flashed back to the feel of Aki’s hands, rougher, warmer, and somehow more real.

Tanimoto tugged you closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "It's good to be back," he murmured, his lips lingering for a moment longer than you expected. 

“Yeah,” you said, barely above a whisper. “Let’s call the cab.”

It had been a week since you last saw Aki, but it felt like a lifetime. His absence gnawed at you, leaving you restless and hollow, like a piece of you had gone missing. 

You hadn't expected to miss him like this—hadn’t expected the nights to feel so long or the mornings so cold. Your mind kept drifting back to him, replaying every moment of that night over and over until it was almost too much to bear.

Who knew you would be craving him again like some sort of addict after only a week apart? Briefly, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way.

Now, sitting in a dimly lit restaurant, waiting for someone who wasn’t him, your fingers drummed anxiously on the table. The room was warm, cozy even, with soft candlelight flickering on polished wood and the low hum of conversations around you. The clinking of glasses and silverware provided a backdrop that should’ve been soothing, but instead, it only made your anxiety worse. 

You checked your phone for the fifth time, willing time to move faster. He wouldn’t text. You told him not to. You knew that. But still.

"Sorry I’m late," A feminine voice said, surprisingly soft. Himeno adjusted her coat, smoothing it down, though her gaze barely met yours.

Across from you, she sat down with a sigh, finally breaking the tension that had been swirling in your chest. Her long, dark hair was a little longer than it had been the last time you saw her. Her eyes were tired but still held that edge – well, eye.

You offered a tight smile, feeling the awkwardness settle back between you like an old habit. "Thanks for coming out tonight, Himeno, I appreciate it."

"No, it’s fine," she replied with a sigh, finally lifting her gaze to meet yours. There was something different in it—less accusatory, more resigned. "I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about you."

"About?" you asked, though the answer was painfully obvious.

"And you-know-who," she said, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her nails tapped on the table as she spoke. "I shouldn’t have acted so mean. I was upset and catty, and I didn’t realize how badly I had taken the whole thing until I saw how upset he was about it."

Your heart skipped. "Upset?"

Himeno exhaled sharply, shaking her head as if still processing it all. "He asked me why you and I stopped talking. I told him I was upset that the two of you were sneaking around. He said I was acting like a spoiled child, that I had no right to be mad."

You couldn’t help it—a laugh escaped you, a short, bitter sound. "That sounds like him. I don’t think—"

The waiter arrived, momentarily cutting the conversation short. You ordered a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and two glasses – with which he returned after only a moment. As soon as he left, the air grew thick again.

Himeno poured the wine with practiced ease, the rich red liquid swirling as it filled your glasses. "No, he’s right," she said, handing you a glass before picking up her own. "I have no right to be upset about who he’s sleeping with."

Your throat tightened, and your pulse quickened. You grasped the glass, but it felt like lead in your hand. "We didn’t…"

Himeno’s laugh was dry. She raised an eyebrow and gave you a look that made you squirm. "You don’t have to lie to me," she said, her voice lower, calmer than you expected. "I didn’t hear anything solid—just petty rumors—but I can see it. His whole demeanor is different now. He cares about you, married or not. Something happened between you two, didn’t it?"

You felt the weight of her words pressing down on you, and the guilt you’d been pushing down for days rose to the surface. You stared at the wine swirling in your glass, then finally let out a long, tired sigh. “You can’t tell anyone.” 

You haven’t told your husband yet?” Himeno asked, taking a long sip of her wine. The question hung heavy in the air between you, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down.

You shook your head, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “He’s a tricky situation for me. He’s abusive, a real piece of shit, and I just… I was too scared to divorce him because I knew it would be bad.” You had sighed, rubbing your hands together under the table. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m scared of him.”

Himeno’s expression had softened. Her face, usually sharp and guarded, had seemed to lose some of its edge as she had looked at you, really looked at you. The tension between you had shifted, not completely gone but different, more subdued.

“And Aki had just…” you hesitated, feeling your chest tighten, “He’s been so kind to me from the start. He pursued me with a passion I hadn’t even known existed. He had made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years.” You had paused, trying to collect your thoughts, but it had all spilled out too fast. “I was vulnerable, and I wanted to do something for myself for once. But it wasn’t… a one-time thing.”

Himeno’s eye had widened slightly, her glass hovering mid-air – stuck somewhere between her hand and her mouth.

“It would have been easier to tell him if it had been just a stupid one-night stand,” You continued, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it hadn’t been. I kept hanging around him, and I felt like I couldn’t stay away. Before I knew it, I felt something change.” 

You had stopped for a moment, needing a breath. “And, Himeno, I felt horrible for what I had done that night, you have to understand. It really wasn’t my intention, but… he was persistent . And I realized I wanted something more from him. So we kept seeing each other, in secret, and now—” Your voice cracked, and you quickly swallowed the lump in your throat. “Now, I don’t know why, but I feel like I would die without him. He’s the first good thing that has come into my life in years.”

Himeno blinked, her mouth slightly open in shock, her wine glass still in hand. The pink flush of alcohol—or maybe embarrassment—had crept across her cheeks.

“But,” you had added quickly, trying to regain some control of the conversation, “You’ll be happy to know we've never been official. I told him we couldn’t see each other until my husband left Tokyo. I don’t want to lose him and a friend. You were right, Himeno. I shouldn’t have dragged Aki into my crazy, fucked-up marriage. In fact, I wish I could pretend none of this ever happened.”

You trailed off, staring into the half-empty wine glass in front of you, feeling the exhaustion settle deep into your bones. It had felt like confessing everything should have made you lighter, but instead, it had just made you feel… heavy.

Himeno had still been staring at you, frozen, her wide eye fixed on your face. “Oh my god,” She whispered, her voice barely audible over the low murmur of the restaurant. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted in shock. “You’re in love with him.”

There had been a pause, and you fumbled for the right words, the right way to explain this away. “Yeah, I mean, I was—I am—but it’s over now! I told him we had to stop seeing each other. It’s better that he’s with someone like you who can actually be there for him. I’m going to go back to Kyoto, divorce my husband, and then—therapy, probably. And then I’ll think about—”

“He’s hot, sure, but I don’t want him anymore. Besides, it won’t make a difference,” Himeno cut you off, her voice flat. “You might think you’d be able to move on, but Aki won’t. I can’t just steal him back from you.”

“Why not?” you asked, a little too quickly. “That’s what I did.”

Himeno shook her head, a dry laugh escaping her. “He’s got a big heart. It’s different. I was only upset because I didn’t know your intentions with him, at first. I thought you were going to take advantage of him,” She said, her voice softening. “But you love him. And I think he loves you, too. He was never mine to begin with, and he sure as hell won’t be mine now that he’s gotten a taste of you. That’s something I had to come to terms with a while ago.” Her lips had curled into a small smile. “As far as I’m concerned, that’s your man. He’s not mine to keep – he’s been yours since the moment you got off that damn train. You won, fair and square.”

You shook your head, the weight of her words pressing on your chest. “It’s not a competition, Himeno.”

“It’s not, you’re right.” She shrugged, her voice casual, but her gaze was kind and imploring, almost a little bittersweet – as if she couldn’t help but feel the slightest pang of sadness that he hadn’t been with her instead. “That kid is fucking crazy about you. He’s become insufferable ever since you left him. You can’t just walk away from it like that.”

“It’s not like I wanted to.” The words had come out as a sigh, heavy and tired. “I wish there could be some sort of happy ending for us, I really do. But I know my husband. At least for now, I have to stay away from him. It would be good for both of us.”

“God, you really are a mess.” Himeno leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair. “Hopeless idiots, the both of you. Sounds like a whole bunch of mukka-lukka about shit that doesn’t even really matter.” She rolled her eyes, but there had been something affectionate in her tone, like she had resigned herself to the chaos of it all.

“It matters—” you had started, but Himeno cut you off before you could finish.

“No, it doesn’t,” she had said firmly, leaning in slightly. “What matters is that you two have something special. You don’t want to walk away from it, do you?”

You hesitated, fingers curling around the stem of your wine glass. “No, not really, but—”

“There is no but ,” Himeno interrupted, her voice sharp but not unkind. “If you’re gonna steal my handsome partner away from me, you better ride that train to the last stop. You make each other happy. It’ll work itself out.”

You chewed on her words, the truth of them settling in your gut like a slow burn. “I guess you’re right. After everything’s said and done, though, I’m not really sure he’ll be there for me to come back to.”

“He will,” Himeno sighed, leaning back in her chair with an exasperated look. “That’s the issue. Stop being stupid and go get your man. I’m sick of watching him mope around like a sad little child.”

You huffed, conflicted. “I don’t know. Should I? It doesn’t feel right.”

Himeno raised an eyebrow. “You said you’re divorcing him anyway, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t—” You took a deep breath, the weight of it all pressing down on you. “I don’t want him to hurt me or Aki.”

“Then don’t let him find out,” Himeno snapped, her voice sharp like a whip. “Aki’s strong enough to protect the both of you, anyway.”

“What if it’s out of my control?” you asked, feeling the panic rise in your throat. “People talk.”

“It’s all just background noise,” Himeno sighed, leaning back in her chair, the dim light catching the faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “For the record, I never said anything to anyone. I know you’re thinking it.”

You bit back your instinctive retort, swallowing hard. “I don’t—” You paused, eyes narrowing, your tone softer now. “I don’t know why you didn’t.”

“Why would I want to shatter his image?” she replied, her voice calm, though there had been something sad lurking beneath her casual tone. “I care about him, you know. You’re an extension of him, now. You can’t keep living in fear of your husband. You’re not powerless. It’s the twentieth century.”

The weight of those words settled in your chest, heavier than you had expected. You didn’t know what to say, the relief tinged with the sharp edge of guilt. “He’d kill me if he found out through someone else.”

Himeno raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “He doesn’t have to know. For now,” she said, her voice laced with mischief. A little firmer, she offered, “Just because your husband’s in Tokyo, doesn’t mean you can’t talk to the kid. You can behave, can’t you? Just for a while? Just long enough to see him?”

The thought of seeing Akitwisted something deep inside of you, and you weren’t able to help but pout, your voice low. “I do wanna see him, just… not to talk.”

Himeno’s laugh had been sudden and bright, cutting through the heaviness in the air – a sound you didn’t realize you had missed until now. “Naughty girl! God, I missed you,” she teased, slapping your arm lightly, her grin wide and mischievous. Then, her demeanor had shifted, softened. She had reached across the table, extending her hand toward you. “Start over? You and me? What do you say?”

For a moment, you just stared at her, mind spinning, trying to process what she was offering. The tension that had sat between the two of you for so long had felt like it was starting to unravel. You blinked, your lips parting in surprise.

“I could really use a girlfriend,” Himeno added, her smile tinged with something a little more vulnerable now. “It’s hard to talk to other women my age. Most of ‘em don’t live that long..”

Her words hit you harder than you’d expected, a strange warmth spreading through your chest. The walls you’d both built had started to crumble, and for the first time, you felt the potential for something more than this guarded, awkward rivalry. Something like friendship. Maybe even understanding.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you nodded. “Okay, yeah… let’s start over.”

Her hand was warm when you shook on it, and when your glasses clinked together in a quiet toast, it felt like a truce—fragile, but real.

For a beat, there had been peace. 

But then, Himeno grinned, that playful spark dancing in her eyes. She took a slow sip of her wine, setting the glass down deliberately before leaning forward with that all-too-familiar wicked grin.

“So,” She began, her voice dripping with curiosity, “Tell me, as your friend and not as Aki’s partner. How’s the sex?”

You had choked, sputtering on your wine. “ Himeno. ”

“What? I wanna know!” Himeno leaned forward with a whine, her eye practically sparkling with curiosity. “Now that I’m not interested in experiencing it for myself, I need all the juicy details.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smirk that had played at your lips had betrayed you. Despite the absurdity of the conversation, it had felt like a release, an unburdening of something you’d kept bottled up for far too long. With a cheeky tilt of your head, you decided to indulge her for a while, “Absolutely divine .”

“Groundbreaking?” Himeno’s eyebrow arched, her grin widening as she leaned closer, elbows resting on the table.

“ Bed -breaking,” You shot back without hesitation, a soft laugh escaping your lips. It felt good—better than you’d expected—to finally share this with someone, to let the secret of your affair slip into the open, even if only between the two of you. You felt the weight lifting from your chest as the words spilled out. “He’s a fiend. Totally different from that buttoned-up, serious Captain you see at work. He’s so… passionate and considerate. Like, ridiculously attentive. And… insatiable.”

Himeno’s eyes flashed with interest, her lips curling into an amused smile. “But is he good , though?” Her voice lowered conspiratorially, as if you were two schoolgirls gossiping about a secret crush.

You couldn’t help the flush that crept up your neck. The memories had hit you hard—the way Aki had touched you, the way his breath had felt against your skin, his intensity, his need for you. You let out a deep, satisfied sigh, almost involuntarily. 

" Yes ," you had whispered, your voice dipping low as the heat of the memory overtook you. " God,yes." 

Your eyes practically shut for a moment as the flashbacks played out in your mind. The ghost of his touch lingered on your skin, sliding up your thighs, pressing a kiss to your heat – His hands, his lips, the way his eyes fluttered shut when he slid inside of you for the first time, like it took everything he had to hold on, like you were the only woman in the entire world.

God, you missed him.

You dropped your voice, as if sharing a precious secret. “Can’t get enough of it, really.”

Himeno’s grin spread wide across her face, and her laughter came easily, as if the revelation had been exactly what she’d expected. "So he’s got you dick-whipped , huh?" She hummed, the words rolling off her tongue with wicked delight.

"For lack of a better word… yes," You admitted, but you couldn’t stop the smile pulling at your lips. The embarrassment had risen in your chest, but so had the thrill of confessing it aloud for the first time. 

Himeno’s playful teasing had felt like a release, like she was giving you permission to laugh at the absurdity of your situation.

Himeno, still grinning, raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Denji said he saw you limp into the kitchen the other day."

Your eyes widened, a mixture of horror and exasperation flooding your face. "Did he?" You groaned, pressing your fingers to your temples as if you could will away the embarrassment. "Aki made him swear he wouldn’t tell anyone."

Himeno snickered, clearly relishing the story. "I’m not just anyone ." Her tone had been smug, and she had gestured with her hands, mimicking a measurement as if to add insult to injury, spreading her two pointer fingers further apart with each word. "And between me and you, girl – Congratulations ."

Your face burned, and you buried it in your hands, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside you. "Oh my God ," you muttered through your fingers, voice muffled but laced with laughter. “Quiet down before someone overhears!"

Back at the hotel, you were just about ready to call it a night. Donning a waffle-print robe, you watched a pay-per-view on the television screen. Your husband was rummaging around the hotel room the two of you had been sharing for the past week. 

He flopped down onto the bed next to you

Without warning, he turned off the TV and slid closer, straddling you. His lips pressed gently against your neck, his kisses tender but insistent. 

“Baby, stop,” you laughed, trying to push him away with a half-hearted shove.

He didn’t relent, his lips trailing from your neck to your ear. You tried again, “Stop it, seriously.”

But he was persistent, his kisses becoming more insistent. You shifted under him, more firmly this time. “No, seriously—stop it. I’m not in the mood.”

He pulled back slightly, a sigh escaping his lips as he rolled off you, laying down beside you with a resigned thud. “You’re never in the mood. I thought after being apart, you’d want to make up for lost time.”

You were silent for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. “I’m just tired,” you finally said, rubbing your eyes. “It’s been a long day. Himeno and I had a lot to drink. I’d really rather just go to sleep. Can we talk about this tomorrow?”

He turned his head, looking at you with a mixture of frustration and hurt. “It was tomorrow yesterday, and the day before that, and every night for the past week,” he retorted.

His words stung, hitting closer to home than you wanted to admit. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to confront it. “I said I was sorry,” he continued, his voice a mix of anger and desperation. “What, do you want me to beg?”

You scoffed, feeling the guilt mix with your exhaustion. “What? No, I just… I’m not mad at you. I’m just tired. Can’t we just let it be for tonight?”

He stared at you, his expression a mixture of hurt and resignation. “You’re punishing me for what happened before you left, aren’t you?”

You didn’t say anything, your silence a tacit admission. The room was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved issues.

He sighed deeply, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know how to fix this if you keep shutting me out.”

You felt a pang of regret. “It’s not about shutting you out,” you murmured. “I just need some rest. Tomorrow, I promise. We can talk then.”

He didn’t respond, the silence between you thick with tension. You reached over, resting a hand on his arm, but the gesture felt too little, too late. Quickly, you withdrew your hand.

“I said I was sorry,” he said, his voice edged with frustration. “What, do you want me to beg?”

You scoffed, already pissed the hell off about the entire conversation so far. “What? No, I just… I’m not mad at you. I’m just tired. It had been a long day. Himeno and I had drunk more than we probably should have. I’d really rather just go to sleep. Can we talk about this tomorrow?”

He rolled his eyes, his irritation palpable. “It was tomorrow yesterday, and the day before that, and every night for the past week.”

You tried to explain, though your voice lacked the conviction you wished it had. “I just haven’t been feeling good.”

Truthfully, you couldn’t imagine a worse idea. The thought of another man’s touch filled you with revulsion. You felt a peculiar sense of loyalty to Aki, as though the mere notion of being with anyone else was a betrayal of your own beliefs. It was as if Aki had imprinted himself on you in such a way that being with another man seemed not just unappealing, but downright wrong .

He had huffed, settling heavily into the bed. “Sure,” he sighed. “Well, then let’s sleep.”

He’s giving up that easily? You furrowed your brows. “What?”

“That’s what you wanted, right?” Ge said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Sorry for thinking my wife missed me. Goodnight.”

You had tossed the blankets aside, your anger bubbling over as you rolled out of the bed. “Oh, don’t fucking act like that.”

“You’re one to talk – you’ve been acting distant ever since you left for Tokyo. It’s like you’re not even happy to see me .”

Feeling trapped and overwhelmed, you had grabbed a robe and slipped on your outdoor slippers, reaching for the hotel room key. The cool metal felt oddly comforting against your palm.

“I’m not doing this,” you had said, your voice heavy with resignation. “Goodnight, Tanimoto.”

“Where are you going?” he had asked, a note of panic creeping into his voice.

“To the gas station, or somewhere. I don’t know,” you had replied, your hand already on the door. “I’m going crazy in here with you. I need a break. I’m going to get a snack.”

You walked out the door, clicking the door shut behind you. Then, you turned your back on him and walked – walked away until you reached the stairs, until you reached the first floor, until you reached the empty lobby, where you collapsed on one of the complimentary sofas. The air carried that distinct aroma that only hotels seemed to carry.

With a stressed sigh, you rubbed your hands over your face. 

Pulling out your phone, you stared at the screen, the weight of Himeno’s words still heavy in your mind.

“Just because your husband’s in Tokyo, doesn’t mean you can’t talk to the kid. You can behave, can’t you? Just for a while? Just long enough to see him?”

“You can’t keep living in fear of your husband. You’re not powerless. It’s the twentieth century.”

And, in a moment of weakness, you dialed that damn number – the one you knew you shouldn’t have been calling. You dialed it and held your breath as the line rang once, twice–

“Hey,” Aki answered on the second ring. His voice was warm and familiar and immediately concerned – you missed him so badly. “You okay?”

You nearly broke down crying at the mere sound of him. It felt as if it had been so long since you had heard his voice, seen his face, felt his lips on yours. A week away, and it felt as if you had shot yourself through the heart. 

“I wanna see you,” You gnawed on your lip, trying to keep your voice steady, “Can you come get me?”

“It’s 11 at night,” He chuckled softly, though his voice didn’t hold an ounce of malice. “I thought you said we couldn’t see each other?”

“I wanna go for a drive,” You answered. You could cry. You wanted him to come get you – to rescue you from this Hell you created for yourself, to hold you close and tell you everything was going to be alright, that he missed you as much as you missed him. “ Please?”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, as if he were taking a moment to deliberate, before he released a long, tired sigh, “You still at the Hilton?”

I love you.

“Yeah,” A smile graced your face at the thought of seeing him again. 

It felt an awful lot like you had just returned from war to him.

In the background of the call, you heard him rustling around. Then there was the distinct, reassuring jingle of a keychain, “ Alright. Be there in ten.”

“I’ll be waiting in the lobby,” Your grin only widened – you felt a burst of excitement, as if you were a schoolgirl all over again. 

Only he had the power to make you feel that way.

You hung up and leaned back into the chair, letting the couch cradle you. 

The next ten minutes seemed to drag by. You tried to burn some time by walking around the lobby, then by flipping through the entire stack of magazines next to your couch – all while your eyes never strayed from the clock above the door. 

You were restless. So much so, in fact, that the moment it hit 11:12, exactly ten minutes after you had hung up, you felt your heart begin to flutter with uncertainty. Would he come? Was he running late? Did he get into an accident?

Did he still love you?

Just as you had begun to worry, you heard it – that telltale honk of a car horn outside.

Immediately, you bolted for the door, your robe flaring around you and slippers slapping against the polished floor. Your heart pounded as you spotted his sedan parked against the side of the building, away from the windows. Without a second thought, you hurried towards the car, barely noticing the cool night air against your bare legs – holding your robe tight around your chest as if that would calm the unsteady beating of your heart.

You flung open the passenger door and slipped inside, the familiar scent of him enveloping you. Then, when you were settled in, he peered down at you with those pretty blue eyes of his – lovingly, adoringly, for the first time in a week (and then some, though it had felt like a decade).

All traces of the word ‘Behave’ disappeared from your mind the moment you laid eyes on him. He was wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and an oversized blue sweater. His hair was down – a little frizzy, like he had just woken up. 

“ Aki –” You sighed after all of one second, throwing your arms around him and pulling him in for a kiss that was both urgent and fervent. 

You pressed yourself against him, your body seeking the familiar warmth of his presence. As your lips met his, the kiss started gently, a tender brush of connection that soon deepened with longing. His lips were soft and slightly cool, a contrast to the heat that surged between you. You parted them slightly, your tongue tentatively exploring the contours of his mouth, seeking the taste that had become so familiar and intoxicating.

Aki responded with a quiet moan, his hands sliding up to cradle your face. His fingers were warm and rough against your skin, a grounding presence that made your pulse quicken even more. He smelled like him , like home.

You felt his breath hitch as you pressed closer, desperately. His hands roamed to your shoulders, pulling you closer.

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the small space between you. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, and the gaze you shared was filled with a mix of relief, desire, and a touch of vulnerability. You could see the same raw emotion reflected in his eyes.

He laughed a little breathlessly, then, cheeks tinted with pink, “Hey, troublemaker.”

You couldn’t help but giggle back – like you weren’t hunched over the console of his car, making out with him in the hotel parking lot while your husband went to bed, “I missed you.”

“I can see that,” He smiled timidly, gently, handsomely and – Ugh!! 

“I can’t keep living like this,” You breathed out, cupping his face, feeling the contours of his jaw. It felt as if he would disappear again the moment you let him go. “Not seeing you. Not knowing when I’ll see you again. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Me, too. I’ve barely slept,” He replied, “I’ve been worried sick about you.”

“In secret, then,” You nodded, licking your lips, “We’ll see each other, still, just… in secret.”

“I don’t want to keep being your secret,” He answered with a sigh. His brows furrowed. “I wanna bewith you.”

“I’ll leave him–” You begged him. Anything – Anything to make him stay. You would do anything for him. “I’ll leave him, I swear. As soon as we’re done with this fucking– with this position in Tokyo, I’ll see an attorney. I’ll get the papers, and–”

“You don’t have to worry about all of that right now,” He smoothed his hand over your arm, over the fabric of your robe. 

“But it’s not fair to you,” You raised your voice ever-so-slightly, desperately, “I can’t keep leading you on like this. You deserve my everything , not just… being on the side. I wanna be with you and only you, all of you. I wanna leave and start over with you, start a new life with you, and a new apartment, and–”

Aki’s actions spoke much louder than his words. Gently, he reached for your head, pulling it close enough to cradle it to his chest. You buried your nose in his neck. 

“I feel so trapped , Aki– it’s like I can’t even breathe when I’m not around you. I don’t know what it means, but it feels as if–” Before you knew it, your eyes were watering, and your voice trembled with that weakness you hated so much, “It feels as if I shot myself right through the heart.”

“Hey,” He spoke up, calm and collected, as he typically was. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did he hurt you?”

“Not physically,” You cried. “I just– I can’t take it anymore– I need to leave.”

“Then let’s leave,” He commented. His hand twitched towards the gear shift. Still, he didn’t move the car just yet, letting you make the next move. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I wanna go home with you, Aki,” You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand. Sitting straight up in your seat, you looked up at him, “Please, I can’t– I don’t wanna go back in that room with him.”

“You know you can’t come home with me, baby,” He smiled softly – like the fucking angel he was. “I don’t want you to get in trouble. Not tonight.”

“I don’t even fucking care anymore,” You snapped, “I love you , Aki. I need you.”

And he leaned down, nose brushing against yours, touching the side of your face so gently that you thought he was a dream. “I need you, too,” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “I love you, too,” Another, and then he sighed, “Don’t tempt me. I’m trying to keep you out of trouble.”

“Take me away from here,” You pleaded. You felt so weak . Your husband made you weak. You were weak for Aki, too.

Home wasn’t in Kyoto. Home was wherever his arms were.

“I will,” He answered. Sitting back, he finally shifted the car into gear – his blue eyes seemed to focus on the tear that made its way down your cheek. “Where to? Wanna go to the gas station and get a snack? A slushy?”

After a momentary pause, you nodded, wiping your tears away. 

“It’s okay,” He cooed, softly, patiently. “He can’t hurt you. You’re safe. We’re gonna get you a nice snack and then you’re gonna feel better, and you’re gonna tell me what happened.”

You only nodded again. Then, you let him drive you off into the night, leaving your clueless husband in the dust – leaving that damned hotel behind. And, for the first time since you had left his apartment a week or so ago, you felt a little better.

Aki pulled the car into the gas station, the warm glow of the neon signs casting a soft light over the hood. You glanced at him as the car came to a stop, and it struck you, as it always did, just how effortlessly attractive he was. Off the clock, away from the neat suits and crisp shirts, Aki looked so different, yet somehow even better. His sweatshirt hung from him just right, showcasing the broad line of his shoulders and the lean strength in his arms. His sweatpants were comfortably worn, soft at the edges, and hung low on his hips. His hair, usually slicked back for work, now fell loosely around his face in a tousled mess that made him look younger, more relaxed.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, giving you a quick, easy smile before stepping out of the car. You watched him walk into the store, his movements casual, unhurried, like he wasn’t weighed down by anything—not by you, not by tonight, not by the storm brewing inside you.

You stared out the window, trying to steady your racing thoughts. The air between you and Aki always seemed charged, even when nothing was happening. You wanted to believe this was all harmless—a gas station run, some time away—but there was something more, and you both knew it.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open, and Aki slid back into the driver’s seat. He handed you a slushy and a small bag of donuts, the sugary scent filling the car. “I remember you telling me you liked these,” he said, his tone so casual, but the weight of the small gesture felt heavy.

Your heart did a small, involuntary flip. That he’d remembered something so small—so inconsequential—made your chest tighten. You smiled softly, the warmth of the moment settling over you. “Thank you,” you whispered, taking the bag from him.

You turned to him, taking a sip of your slushy before speaking. “I don’t think we can do that again.”

Aki glanced at you, sipping on his slushy. “Do what?” he mumbled through a full mouth.

“Break up,” you said, wiping the condensation off your cup. “I was messed up the whole week. Thought it’d be easier, I dunno.”

Aki paused, sipping thoughtfully. “Break up?” He raised an eyebrow, then took another bite. “Is that what it was?”

“Kinda,” you admitted with a small smile, picking at the edge of your donut. “At least, it sure felt like one.”

He nodded, taking a long sip from his slushy. “I agree.” A beat passed, and then, with a teasing grin, he asked, “So… are we un-broken up?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You mean seeing each other again?”

Aki shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “If you insist.”

“It was more like a break, really,” you shot back, laughing. “We knew we’d be together again someday. Does that count?”

Aki plucked a donut from the bag you had propped open in your lap. “Someday, huh?” he replied, pretending to be offended as he polished it off in two bites. “I think we both knew you wouldn’t be gone long.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing another donut. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” Then your voice softened, and you glanced at him seriously. “But really, Aki, I don’t wanna live without you. I need you.”

He turned toward you, the playful banter giving way to something more real. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his blue eyes softening. “I need you too.”

He started the car again, the low hum of the engine filling the silence as you both sat back. You sipped your slushy while Aki took small, deliberate pulls from his own, his eyes focused on the road ahead. You smacked on the donuts, savoring the sweetness as if it could distract you from the heaviness of everything else.

After a few quiet moments, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “He kept talking tonight,” you began, your voice low, almost as if you were ashamed to bring it up. “Saying I don’t seem excited to see him. That I never… touch him anymore.” You swallowed hard, staring out the window as you spoke, afraid to meet Aki’s gaze. “It’s like he doesn’t get it. He really doesn’t know what he did wrong.”

Aki didn’t say anything right away. He just kept driving, his hands steady on the wheel, his slushy untouched in the cup holder now. But you knew he was listening, really listening. You had to admire his patience – lord knew that you would not be able to sit before him as composed as he was if it were him talking about his wife.

“I just need to take my mind off of everything for a while,” you admitted, your voice soft, almost pleading. You felt drained, like you were holding on to too much for too long.

The thought of Aki belonging to anyone else, selfishly enough, made your skin crawl.

Did you have a right?

“I can help,” Aki said, and the shift in his voice was unmistakable. The air between you seemed to change, thickening with something unspoken but undeniably real.

You glanced over at him, and the look on his face made your heart skip. His jaw was set, strong and sharp in the dim light from the dashboard, but there was something else in his eyes—something teasing, a little dangerous. His lips quirked up at the corners, a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and his gaze dropped to your mouth for just a second before flicking back to the road.

Your mouth ran dry. The heat between you was rising, the tension humming louder now. “With what?” you asked, the words catching in your throat as your pulse quickened.

He glanced at you again, slower this time, eyes lingering on you before returning to the road. “Taking your mind off of it,” he added, voice low, each word deliberate, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

Your breath caught in your chest, and the weight of the moment hung heavy between you, pressing down until it felt like the only thing in the world that mattered was whatever Aki had in mind next.

“How?” you asked, your voice soft but edged with curiosity, your heart racing in your chest.

Aki’s eyes darted toward you for just a second, a slow, knowing smile tugging at his lips. He nodded toward the back seat, where the fogged windows and dim light hinted at the kind of escape you both knew so well. The implication was clear, and your pulse quickened, excitement threading through your veins.

You knew you should refuse. You knew you should just say, not tonight , go back to your hotel room, and leave Aki with the weight of everything you'd already asked of him. It would have been the right thing to do, the smart thing. But that gnawing pull toward him, the heat between you, made it impossible to walk away.

You couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across your face, playful and just a little dangerous. “What happened to seeing each other in private?” you teased.

He raised a brow, smirk widening as he leaned closer. “You never said anything about fuckingeach other in private,” He countered, his tone low and teasing, the words hanging heavy in the space between you.

You exhaled a shocked little laugh, the tension between you both electric. “We’re not hooking up, Aki,” you sighed, biting your lip. Your heart raced as you leaned into him, the heat of his body pulling you in. 

“What’s a better way to celebrate getting over a break-up –” He teased, “Than makeup sex?”

“Not happening. Don’t start,” you retorted before closing the gap, your lips pressing a tender kiss into his.

But, for the record, you wound up crawling back into bed with your husband an hour later like nothing had happened.

a/n: I WANTED TO MAKE THIS MORE OF A SLOW BURN. but i absolutely HATED making them so miserable. they cant live without eachother. also aki's sigh of "be there in 10?" UGHSFHFDHFGHFG!!! i was so geeked up writing this. the next chapter coming will be full of that sweet goodness you all know and love (and know imma give you every time). stay tuned! lmk what yall thought of that long ass chapter, and what you wanna see happen in future ones!!!  Mama loves yall. Make sure you're taking your meds, drinking water, and doing your homework. Muah! x

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GIRL. can you do some Modern Mizu headcanons when shes on her period??? I JUST WANT TO HUG HER😭💔

grumpy girlfriend ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

modern!mizu headcanons on her period

tags: fluff, taigen being an ass, sweet mizu, snuggle bug modern mizu, mood swings, competitive mizu bc taigen wont shut up, cuddling, taigen hunger games fan confirmed???

a/n: im suffering on mine while starting my quarter and my teachers alreadyyyy be pmo!! cant wait for s2 to come already (and so will i).

modern!mizu would have light periods

with the exception of the second day.

ive stated this in my reader gets periods hc post BUT

just bc theyre light doesn’t mean she’s off the hook

all she rlly needs to buy is the pink ones (iykyk)

basically she needs the thin ones most of the time

(idk what the colors are outside the US sorry international readers)

however…

modern!mizu ‘s second day: hell. on. earth.

if she’s raising hell in the show, she’s going thru that hell in this modern!AU

the worst lower back pains when she wakes up

i fear her stomach will do a whole somersault and multiple olympic level flips throughout the second day

the amount of fatigue hits her one day and then is completely manageable afterwards

and yes she will bitch and moan ab this when she wakes up

You feel Mizu stir awake beside you, her eyebrows furrowing into the pillow.

“Good morning”, you whisper close to her ear, gently kissing down from her cheek to her neck.

“Mmfm… morning…”, Mizu groans, stretching awake, her eyes fluttering open to a brand new day.

You look up to meet her eyes as the morning sun peaked through the curtains.

“You feel okay?”

She shook her head no, grumbling about sleeping in more. She attempts to stretch her back. However, you find her face twist into discomfort and fatigue, groaning once again from the shooting pains in her back.

“Fucking hell”, she mumbles, “I’m going to kill my back.”

“I think that would kill you first.”, you answer back. “I’ll go get tea and aspirin for you, wait here.”

modern!mizu’s mood is usually stable, except that calm she tries to maintain slips away on her period

she gets more competitive than irritated on her bad days

taigen pisses her off a little bit A LOT MORE more than usual

one time he wanted to play a match of archery against mizu

mind you, both of them had little to no experience with a bow and arrow

taigen thought it would be fun for shits and giggle because he saw katniss everdeen do it and thought she was sick asf

yes hes watched the whole hunger games series bc he whole heartedly believes he can win the 74th games… i’d love to see him try to survive too.

(anyways side lore over)

and guess who ends up getting wrapped up in it… our girl mizu

“Taigen, for the last time, I’m not playing make believe Hunger Games with you.”, Mizu grumbled, continuing to solve her homework.

“It’s not make believe, it’s archery. Just because it was in Hunger Games doesn’t mean its not real.”, Taigen claimed. “Can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to stick an arrow in your head first?”

Mizu’s head lifted up, her eyes squinting in annoyance. In her head, an imaginary arrow struck him at the very moment.

“You think you’re so good at everything, huh.”, Mizu scoffs, placing down her pencil.

“I just know you’ll be an easy target.”, Taigen declares, his face smug with confidence.

Mizu challenges him. “And I know you’ll be an even easier one.”

they both end up bothering akemi, begging her to borrow her bows and arrows for this competition

of course, she complies with one request: allowing an audience (you, her, and ringo) to watch and fairly judge each one’s skills

all judged fairly, with taigen as the winner by one point ahead

and mizu demanding a rematch

to this day, she’s still bitter ab that competition

modern!mizu enjoys getting a little special treatment from time to time

yes she does spoil you quite a lot with her actions

but small things such as prepping the snacks before binge watching or making the tea for her or letting her be a small spoon when cuddling warms her heart

acts of service warms her heart

“Nooo, don’t leave yet.”, Mizu grudges, playfully pulling at your arm as you escape her grasp.

“Then you’re not getting your tea.”, you jest.

You walk to the counter, pouring the hot water into your mugs. Coming back to the couch with herbal teas in hand, you smile and hand one to Mizu first.

“See, I’m back. And I have a surprise for you too.”

You come close to Mizu, planting a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. Mizu, now delighted by the tea, thanks you with another sweet kiss, grinning from ear to ear.

when it’s only you and modern!mizu, she becomes a snuggle bug

when you’re watching a show or before falling asleep, she will steathily and silently find herself much closer to you

sneaking an arm around you

and find yourself wrapped up in her arms while she enjoys the labors of her fruit

(sorry i don’t make the rules i just follow them)

she lovessss to wrap her arms around you at night and be a big spoon so she can hug you all night

or be a little spoon with your palms facing her lower stomach, totally not providing her with a makeshift heating pad

You wake up in the middle of the night, finding Mizu on her side, her arms away from you reaching out to the darkness. You shift over, wrapping her closer to yours with gentle pull. A small hum erupts from the sleeping Mizu, as her arm reaches behind, lazily tugging your arm.

“Yes?”, you ask, wondering what her next move was.

She drops your arm over her stomach. A tug pulls your wrist under her baggy shirt, your palm making contact with her lower stomach. You hear a delighted sigh, as Mizu let go of your wrist.

You patiently waited what would follow this move. But all you felt was the slight rise and fall of her breath.

In the morning, you question if she recalled what she did.

“Hey baby?”

“Yeah?”

You looked up at her.

“Did you ever wake up in the middle of the night?”

Mizu shook her head no.

“Did something happen?”, she asked, slightly concerned.

“No, not really.”, you lied.

The cuddling was cute already. Her doing it unknowingly? Even cuter.

“I just thought I heard something.”

“Ok schizo.”, she teased, smiling before taking another sip of her morning tea.

“Hey!”

if you thought she was competitive on her own, ohhhh goodness her mood swings make her more merciless

modern!mizu would get irritated over the littlest things, especially if they build up throughout the day and there’s no time to release that pent up energy

you end up with a grumpy mizu

the best remedy for this? telling her she’ll get surprise if she does something for you

it takes her mind off of her worries/complaints from the day

and even if the surprise was a big ol’ hug and loving kisses, it would relieve some of the stress mizu was holding onto

“Welcome back.”, you greet her, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Thank you for getting the ingredients.”

Mizu placed the grocery bags on the counter.

“So what was my surprise?”, she questioned, curious of what’s to come.

“Just this.”, you answer, wrapping your arms around her neck, pulling her close for a loving kiss.

As you pull away, you see her eyes light up, a much different set than her annoyed, gloomy self before going on a grocery trip. Her arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close once again.

“Just that?”, she says, mimicking the sweetness in your voice before going in for another kiss.

“Besides dinner, it would also be a few more kisses.”

You answer, smiling before going in for another.

“I like the sound of that.”

[mercury2venus]

“ and should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies.”

( honestly I feel like I always see Geto betray Gojo so here’s the opposite teehee.)

This is an AU btw. Here they were able to save Riko, they never failed the mission and Geto never lost his mind. they’re both teachers in this. ) Excuse any mistakes !!

(I was watching the best man recently lol and got inspired a little iykyk)

Blue is Geto speaking

Green is Gojo speaking

His best friend hid it well. He had to admit.

But ever so recently, Suguru has been paying closer attention.

There was something in Satoru’s eyes when he looked at Maya.

It was more than a glint, more than admiration no..this was different.

Suguru knew that look.

He gave it to her every waking moment of his day. As if she was the sun and he was irrevocably stuck in her orbit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The best friends sat in an empty classroom.

The atmosphere couldn’t be more tense.

“ How long Satoru ?” Suguru awaited his answer. Part of him wishing he was wrong and the other part trying not to crash out. Beforehand, Suguru asked Maya if she noticed Satoru’s longing gazes.

Of course she did. Yet, she ignored him. Paid him dust, kept it cordial and chalked it up to a man who probably didn’t have the proper love and care at home.

And with that Suguru felt like he needed to confront his best friend. Even if he wanted to cry.

“ You’re sitting there in silence and I’m asking you Satoru..how long have you been in love with MY girlfriend.” He said.

“ Since you met her. 5 years ago.” Satoru said softly.

Suguru froze.

“ You’ve been in love with Maya…for 5 years? And you said nothing? When were you going to tell me Satoru ? When a curse took my life ? When you’d comfort her at my funeral ? When Shoko cuts me open ?” He said in a panic.

Satoru was silent again.

“ Answer Me !”

Suguru clenched his fists. “ You’re the strongest. You’re Satoru Gojo. The pride of the Gojo clan, with 2 legendary techniques. It places you above everyone else naturally. I’m 2nd to you, you know that right ? It’s hard to not live in your shadow and as your best friend I don’t complain, I want you to shine and grow. Be who the world needs you to be. But sometimes you’re nothing more than a spoiled rich kid who has never been told no, that grew into an overgrown man child. “

Suguru took a breather, then continued.

“ We’re close, I don’t think I’ve been closer to anyone else in my life. You’re my brother Satoru. I get it we share things but what was the end game here? Think we’d share Maya ? “

Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose. Suddenly picturing his girlfriend. “ She’s uncomfortable now.” He said softly. “ She feels strange. Do you know she’s already uncomfortable being here as is ? She’s in a foreign country, is not a sorcerer, looks nothing like anyone here ! You’ve heard me vent about her family not accepting us or her longing to move back to America. What the hell were you thinking ?”

Satoru took off his glasses. Cerulean eyes lined with tears. “ I have no desire to go after her. I don’t know what my endgame is. But since we’re being honest I don’t know how to move on…not sure if I can. It sounds inconsiderate even insane but she looks at me like I’m just Satoru. Like I’m just me. I love her the same way you —

Suguru furrowed his brows, he couldn’t believe his ears right now.

“ Watch it.”

Satoru sighed deeply. He placed his shades back on.

“ What I’m saying is I’m sorry, for all of this.”

Suguru shook his head and walked towards the door “ Stay away from us, especially HER for now. I won’t ask again. “ he said.

Satoru lowered his head in shame, he agreed. “ Okay Sug I hear you. I will, I understand man. “

And with that the 2 strongest left their friendship right there.

Suguru was long gone when Satoru spoke aloud. Wiping his tears he whispered to no one in particular “ God this is the worst day of my life.”

[rottenlittlefink]

what are Dodies favorite things about Censordoll? :) 💓💓💓

Ooooooouuuu!!!! I love this ask!!! 💕💗💞

💛 Dodie loves that Francis really listens and pays attention to her, even down to the tiniest details. This means the absolute world to Dodie tbh

💛 Dodie loves it when Francis bakes her favorite stuff, like blueberry muffins, they’re perfect for the munchies LMAO

💛 Dodie loves that she can just Exist™️ around Francis! She doesn’t have to perform when she’s with Francis. She can just Be and still be loved and protected 😭

💛 With that being said, Dodie absolutely LOVES how fucking weird Francis is. Raiding birds nests is one of her favorite things to do with Francis.

💛 Dodie is basically Turbo Fluttershy™️ and she and Francis’s dynamic reminds me of Fluttercord but if they were both “Protestant” femme lesbians in the Bible Belt

💛 Francis is one of the only ppl in her life who doesn’t shame her or make her feel childish for rejecting men :3c

💛 When Dodie ran away from the altar during her and Raymond’s wedding, Francis was one of the only people who didn’t paint her as The Devil Incarnate™️ for doing so.

💛 Francis lets Dodie dress her up and do her makeup, sometimes. Whether she leaves the house or not is another story. Remember her driver’s license look? That was Dodie’s creativity LMAO

💛 Francis is rly hot & hella good in bed & Dodie never stands a chance against her strap lol she’s Francis’s Pillow Princess™️

💛 Francis and Dodie make sense to each other. It makes them both feel safe lmao (growing up in Moralton, how tf were they supposed to know they were both a bit… “odd”??

💛 Dodie is free to indulge in her god complex when she’s alone with Francis. The only heaven she’ll be sent to is when she’s alone with Francis lmao :3c iykyk

💛 Francis is always affectionate with Dodie and doesn’t rly care who sees, but it’s like 10x worse when they’re alone. Francis absolutely spoils Dodie with attention, gifts, flowers (Dodie loves buttercups and cornflowers hehe)

Also:

♥️ Dodie: Gosh, I’m going to ruin this dumb ass dress 😭

♥️ Francis, trying to be supportive, MUCH to Dodie’s horror/embarrassment:

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

💌 👀

thank you to everyone who sent asks! this one is the least intimidating i think, haha

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

i’ve been writing a few things recently. it’s difficult because all my attention has been on the bigbang, but now that it’s polished enough for posting, i can take a step back from it. 🤣 if i don’t, i might get sick of looking at it too long! what immediately came to mind was (the world) its quiet turning, my series on ao3. i’ve been trying to finish up two more fics for it - one that continues soon after where i left off and one that took place before the truce (iykyk 😂). i’m excited for both of them for very different reasons, but mostly because of how different they are even though they’re closely related. i think that’s all i can share without spoiling it 💀 here’s a snippet:

It’s always some grand event, Harry thought; it always circles back to some kind of dramatics.  Voldemort was striking, lit just right in the setting sun. His features were cloaked and distorted, a demonic mirage - a dark, brooding figure casting a long shadow across the grounds. Its edges just about met the tip of Harry’s scuffed trainers.  There was a lot of symbolism here, probably. Hermione would definitely be able to piece it together if they all gave her a few minutes and some quill and parchment— but even Harry knew all of this wouldn’t translate the way it did now if, for example, Voldemort was backlit by the rising sun. He wondered if Voldemort knew this? If he planned every little detail, or if it just came to him.  Like a natural, Harry scoffed, helpless to stop it.  The sound was loud in the eerie quiet of the settling dust. He could tell right away that Voldemort had heard it by the sudden clarity of two red embers burning from the dark of his hood. It was nearly relieving— Harry hadn’t known where to look this whole time.  “Harry Potter…” Voldemort hissed. It was about time they got this show on the road. “You are a fool to stand in opposition of me.” There was something unfamiliar, an edge just underneath his words, that had Harry nearly pausing. Just the exhaustion - get it together, Harry. He shook it off.  “What is it now, Voldemort?” Harry huffed, “More threats and promises of power?” Voldemort’s head canted, and the fabric of his hood rippled like dark water. Harry could almost imagine him beneath it - he’d look just like a snake watching a particularly juicy mouse. Then again, Harry frowned, that would mean I was the mouse.  “I was under the impression,” Voldemort began, pulling Harry’s focus, “that threats and promises of power were not what swayed you.” A different edge this time, but catching Harry’s attention all the same - he could hear Voldemort’s grin.  Is he… teasing me?

[celestie0]

(sending you an ask as a reply to your response to my reblog, because my network is being a bitch and idk if it went through the first time, it showed it failed to go through to me, and also because it’s easier this way, to type it out in the comment section or reblog)

ANYWAYS(

think i’ve said it before but i’ll say it again; gojo loves reader so passionately, so devotedly and even unconditionally. he fell so much harder, it’s heartbreaking that she doesn’t know, but it’s even more heartbreaking that he’s suffering alone, i’m genuinely waiting for the day she gets to hold him through the night and reassure him that’s it’s fine, that they will be fine. idk perfect, but i think they will be the nearest thing to perfection. perfectly splendid.

there’s nothing sexier than a man who loves passionately and consensually. idk about the rest, but personally him looking at her with so much desire and still letting go of her hands when she interlocks it because she might regret when the sun comes up is undeniably one of the most passionate moments ever. i cannot really explain how it is tbh, but there’s something so strong over there. it’s angsty, it’s heartbreaking, and there’s so much selfless love. he’s so good AND he does it so well. iykyk. also that was indeed a “slut” reference because isn’t gojo a gentleman? a man who loves you more than himself? id dedicate all my favourite ts songs to him! any day.

my favourite part about you showing her vulnerability is how it all came together since the beginning, like there were always hints and words of it and they fall together so elegantly. the pacing, the eloquence, everything has been so well put together.

her problems are so relatable…like i get that feeling when you question your calibre, your career choice and everything you’ve ever done. the inner conflict about your cv and if it’s even acceptable, unique, extraordinary? the world is so fast paced and theres only so much we can do,. it’s been refreshing to read about a character who does express their vulnerability regarding their career. i personally think we lack that substance nowadays. even in published paperbacks.

im screaming that i could make an impact on you with my words, because your words definitely made a huge impact on me. they’ve not only refreshed me, but also inspired me, i obviously cannot write a story this well, but i can write poems, i’ve done that most of my lives. i struggle with keeping up with the pacing in stories tbh. and dialogues. (and insecurities)

i’m keeping your fic in my favourite reads ever!

🫶💌

hi dear aaa im not sure if the reblog went through for me so im glad you sent the ask!!

ouu your analysis of gojo’s emotional wellbeing has me tearing up 😭 i think it’s sad too how he struggles to open up quite yet and im sure it feels like two steps forward one step back w reader so far, but im hoping that w more scenes reader can show him she’s trustworthy and can be someone there for him ☺️💕 its going to be a joy to build more of their connection. i’m suuuuper excited for gojo’s last pov chapter which i wont spoil which chap it’ll be but im alr so curious how you will receive it dear reader given how deeply youve given his character thought 🫶🏼💕

haha i LOOOVE the wildest dream ref n just all the ts refs in generaaaal i listen to folklore/evermore when i write each chap <3 and thank you it’s so flattering that you could pick up that energy btwn them in the writing i was rly hoping i could capture it 🥺

and yesss i really resonate with that! i think ive read a lot of works that do have aspects of career and romance but for kickoff im really trying to marry the two :) both w gojo grappling w his focus on soccer due to his father’s legacy rather than his focus on the more “important” things in life such as love n happiness (which his father only rly learned after he couldn’t play the sport anymore), but also in reader who holds on very tightly to her dreams & has only had them in mind since the beginning (her “terms & condition” from gojo) but she’s struggling in dealing w her fears of failure. i think that the two of them have valuable insight that they could offer each other and help them trust one another more bc of these two situations theyre in :) and could build to a more healthy and genuine romance

and yesss to all of the career doubts and wondering if you’re good enough 😭 thats something so universal and also something i genuinely wonder if it will ever go away

THANK YOU AGAIN SM FOR YOUR WORDS I HAVE SM FUN TALKING AB KICKOFF W YOU omg its got me out here emotionallll. that’s so lovely you write poems my dear i could TELL honestly haha you have such a breathtaking way w words n deliberation

also i’ll respond to your reblog of the writing tips post here but you are so very welcome im really rooting for you and awaiting your tag <33

so much love 💕

[codywanbingo]

Bingo Announcement

Hello all my wonderful Bingo Players!

It’s Karma here. I hope everyone has had an enjoyable spring, now that we’re almost into summer. I know where I am that we’re finally starting to get some nice “open the windows” weather, which is spoiling the cat. 

I know we have Bingo theme changeover in a month, but I wanted to make an announcement beforehand.

Bingo is going on Hiatus as of June 1, 2023.

I’ve loved running Bingos and it’s been amazing, but largely it’s been a one-person operation. I’ve recently gotten some help, which has been AMAZING (huge thank you, Kaje), but it’s still been a lot. And there’s been the other events I run as well, because I’m a bit of an overachiever, and then there’s my real life work (IYKYK). All this to say that I’ve hit burnout pretty hard, and that’s totally on me. I’ve loved running these events for you guys and I will continue to run them! I just need a little bit of a break.

Bingo will return in 2024.

When it returns:

New Rules

New Cards (maybe new format? Idk, will think on this)

Sign-ups will be wiped (so if you previously signed up, we’re treating it like you are brand new to the event)

Other things I can’t think of off the top of my head

Basically, we’re hitting the big reset button on January 2024 and will have a brand new Bingo! 

If you want to continue working on your cards in the meantime, please, feel free to. We’ll reblog it as we see it. It might not be instant but we’ll try to keep on top of the reblogs. AO3 Collections will remain open, so please continue to add your wonderful creations to the Collection so everyone else can locate and enjoy them.

I seriously appreciate everyone who has participated in this year-long event with me. It was a lot of fun and I’ve loved seeing everyone be so creative. I hope when I come back that we’ll have some more wonderful times together. 

All the love to you guys! Keep creating!

<3 Karma

[obiquinbingo]

Bingo Announcement

Hello all my wonderful Bingo Players!

It’s Karma here. I hope everyone has had an enjoyable spring, now that we’re almost into summer. I know where I am that we’re finally starting to get some nice “open the windows” weather, which is spoiling the cat. 

I know we have Bingo theme changeover in a month, but I wanted to make an announcement beforehand.

Bingo is going on Hiatus as of June 1, 2023.

I’ve loved running Bingos and it’s been amazing, but largely it’s been a one-person operation. I’ve recently gotten some help, which has been AMAZING (huge thank you, Kaje), but it’s still been a lot. And there’s been the other events I run as well, because I’m a bit of an overachiever, and then there’s my real life work (IYKYK). All this to say that I’ve hit burnout pretty hard, and that’s totally on me. I’ve loved running these events for you guys and I will continue to run them! I just need a little bit of a break.

Bingo will return in 2024.

When it returns:

New Rules

New Cards (maybe new format? Idk, will think on this)

Sign-ups will be wiped (so if you previously signed up, we’re treating it like you are brand new to the event)

Other things I can’t think of off the top of my head

Basically, we’re hitting the big reset button on January 2024 and will have a brand new Bingo! 

If you want to continue working on your cards in the meantime, please, feel free to. We’ll reblog it as we see it. It might not be instant but we’ll try to keep on top of the reblogs. AO3 Collections will remain open, so please continue to add your wonderful creations to the Collection so everyone else can locate and enjoy them.

I seriously appreciate everyone who has participated in this year-long event with me. It was a lot of fun and I’ve loved seeing everyone be so creative. I hope when I come back that we’ll have some more wonderful times together. 

All the love to you guys! Keep creating!

<3 Karma

[codexwanbingo]

Bingo Announcement

Hello all my wonderful Bingo Players!

It’s Karma here. I hope everyone has had an enjoyable spring, now that we’re almost into summer. I know where I am that we’re finally starting to get some nice “open the windows” weather, which is spoiling the cat. 

I know we have Bingo theme changeover in a month, but I wanted to make an announcement beforehand.

Bingo is going on Hiatus as of June 1, 2023.

I’ve loved running Bingos and it’s been amazing, but largely it’s been a one-person operation. I’ve recently gotten some help, which has been AMAZING (huge thank you, Kaje), but it’s still been a lot. And there’s been the other events I run as well, because I’m a bit of an overachiever, and then there’s my real life work (IYKYK). All this to say that I’ve hit burnout pretty hard, and that’s totally on me. I’ve loved running these events for you guys and I will continue to run them! I just need a little bit of a break.

Bingo will return in 2024.

When it returns:

New Rules

New Cards (maybe new format? Idk, will think on this)

Sign-ups will be wiped (so if you previously signed up, we’re treating it like you are brand new to the event)

Other things I can’t think of off the top of my head

Basically, we’re hitting the big reset button on January 2024 and will have a brand new Bingo! 

If you want to continue working on your cards in the meantime, please, feel free to. We’ll reblog it as we see it. It might not be instant but we’ll try to keep on top of the reblogs. AO3 Collections will remain open, so please continue to add your wonderful creations to the Collection so everyone else can locate and enjoy them.

I seriously appreciate everyone who has participated in this year-long event with me. It was a lot of fun and I’ve loved seeing everyone be so creative. I hope when I come back that we’ll have some more wonderful times together. 

All the love to you guys! Keep creating!

<3 Karma

[rexobibingo]

Bingo Announcement

Hello all my wonderful Bingo Players!

It’s Karma here. I hope everyone has had an enjoyable spring, now that we’re almost into summer. I know where I am that we’re finally starting to get some nice “open the windows” weather, which is spoiling the cat. 

I know we have Bingo theme changeover in a month, but I wanted to make an announcement beforehand.

Bingo is going on Hiatus as of June 1, 2023.

I’ve loved running Bingos and it’s been amazing, but largely it’s been a one-person operation. I’ve recently gotten some help, which has been AMAZING (huge thank you, Kaje), but it’s still been a lot. And there’s been the other events I run as well, because I’m a bit of an overachiever, and then there’s my real life work (IYKYK). All this to say that I’ve hit burnout pretty hard, and that’s totally on me. I’ve loved running these events for you guys and I will continue to run them! I just need a little bit of a break.

Bingo will return in 2024.

When it returns:

New Rules

New Cards (maybe new format? Idk, will think on this)

Sign-ups will be wiped (so if you previously signed up, we’re treating it like you are brand new to the event)

Other things I can’t think of off the top of my head

Basically, we’re hitting the big reset button on January 2024 and will have a brand new Bingo! 

If you want to continue working on your cards in the meantime, please, feel free to. We’ll reblog it as we see it. It might not be instant but we’ll try to keep on top of the reblogs. AO3 Collections will remain open, so please continue to add your wonderful creations to the Collection so everyone else can locate and enjoy them.

I seriously appreciate everyone who has participated in this year-long event with me. It was a lot of fun and I’ve loved seeing everyone be so creative. I hope when I come back that we’ll have some more wonderful times together. 

All the love to you guys! Keep creating!

<3 Karma

[taestefully-in-luv]

Love Again | PJM (Drabble #1)

Drabble Summary: Taehyung begs for you, Jimin and him to share a triple kiss on New Year’s. You both know how ridiculous Taehyung is…but maybe you’ll humor him.

Pairing: Love Again!Jimin x Love Again!Female reader

Genre: lots of fluff 🫶, smut and tiny, underlying angst

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, use of pot brownies (unknowingly), party party yeah, some secrets :( (iykyk) lots of kissing, flirting, relationship cuteness, love confessions, groping, vaginal fingering, oral (fem rec) shower sex (unprotected) multiple orgasms and yes, a new years triple kiss lmao

 A/N:  A little something for the Love Again series. This is a drabble request that I thought would be fun! 🫦Sorry it’s late but happy new year everyone! This drabble is set in the past when they were still in University! I know this is a bit longer for a drabble so forgive me. It’s pretty fluffy but since we know how things turn out for them…also kind of sad hehe. I’d love to chat with you guys so let me know what you think :]

© taestefully-in-luv

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“Not this again, Taehyung.” You dismiss the pouting man who sits across from you at the little table in yours and Jimin’s kitchen. “You’re getting the same answer as last year.”

“Oh really? You know what the tells me?” Taehyung  starts shaking a finger at you, “That you haven’t changed at all. Like, wow. Last year you is also this years you? No change? No growth? Think about—”

“—We aren’t kissing you, dude.” Jimin says monotonously as he flips the page of a script he’s trying to memorize. 

“At least think about—”

“—No.” Jimin hums, eyes scanning the page. “Right, babe?”

“Right.” You nod. “No kissing on New Year’s.”

“Well, we’re kissing.” Jimin finally looks up from the script, eyes finding yours and then his lips curve into a sly smile. “We could even kiss right now.”

“Should we?” You lean into your boyfriend, “I wouldn’t mi—”

“—You guys make me feel like I’m not even a part of this throuple sometimes.” Taehyung whines loudly, body leaning back in his chair. “Let’s just triple kiss already.”

You finally lean away from Jimin and look at Taehyung again, “We aren’t a throuple.” You deadpan. “And stop saying it so loud! What if we were in public!”

“Oh, wow…suddenly you guys are ashamed of me?” Taehyung brings his hand over his heart, “No one’s going to love you both the way I do.” Then he frowns, “Actually you guys are really lovable so…”

“Anyway,” You pull your phone out to get a look at the time, “What time did you have to be at the theatre again, Jimin?”

“At four. But I think I’m going to go a little earlier to talk to Mr. Smith about the script.” Jimin answers, eyes focused on the papers in hand again. “Are you going with me?”

“No, I need to go shopping for something cute for the New Years party.” You nudge your boyfriend’s shoulder and smirk at him, “You know, the party where you and I can make out at midnight.”

Jimin chuckles before closing the script and setting it onto the table, “Hmm,” His arm goes around your shoulder and brings you closer to him. “We should start kissing during the countdown so when it turns midnight it’s like we’re connected at the end of one year and the beginning of another.”

“That’s a great idea.” Taehyung cuts in, “We as in the three of—”

“—Taehyung.” You start giggling. “You said you wanted to go shopping with me, right? Let’s leave now, I want to go to a few places.”

Taehyung slumps his shoulders and juts his lip out, “Fine.”

“You’re leaving now?” Jimin asks you. “Mind picking up pizza and bringing it back? We can eat together when I’m home too.”

“Sure.” You smile before leaning in and pecking his lips. “I’ll see you tonight.”

~

After three stores, you finally find some better options at the fourth one. It’s not like you don’t think other choices weren’t cute…you just weren’t feeling them. But Taehyung urged you to come to another store that’s known for being quite pricey but you honestly haven’t spoiled yourself in a while so why not?

“What about this?” Taehyung shows you a short, little red dress but you aren’t a fan of the sleeves so you shake your head and he groans. “Really? It’s nice, isn’t it?” He eyes it again before shrugging and placing it back on the rack.

You slide your fingers over a handful of different dresses on another rack, “I kind of want something—oh.” You pause, grabbing the hanger of something that finally catches your eye. “Now this is something I would wear.” You bring the dress away from you, excitement bubbling. “I’ll try it on!” You exclaim, spinning in the direction of the fitting rooms. 

“Okay, I’ll get into my photographer persona.” Taehyung smirks, “Jimin is going to go crazy.”

You get into the changing room, discarding your jeans and fluffy, turtle neck sweater. The spaghetti strap dress is a gorgeous shade of viridian, fluid and silky. It falls over your body in one smooth motion, not too tight but not too loose. It goes below your knees but one leg is revealed up to your upper thigh thanks to the flirty slit. Oh yes, this dress is perfect.

You do a few turns, checking out your figure and feel pretty good about it. But of course, you’d value another opinion. You pull the dressing room curtain to the side and strut out cutely while Taehyung gasps loudly making you laugh.

“That’s good, right?” You do a little spin, “What do we think?”

“I think I was right.” Taehyung nods, “Jimin is going to go crazy. And probably everyone else at Jungkook’s party.” He chuckles before motioning towards you with a hand. “Now pose!” 

You do a few poses and Taehyung captures some pictures on his phone. “Okay, I’ll send them to you.” He tells you, eyes on his screen for a few moments. “Or should I send them to Jimin?”

“No…I think this is the one so…” You nibble on your bottom lip before breaking into a small smile. “I’ll surprise him instead.”

Taehyung lifts his eyes to you, “Ohoho.” He starts wiggling his brows, “You trying to get him to pop the question already? This dress might be able to do that.”

“No!” You giggle, palms gliding over the silk. “Not for a while longer!”

“Uh huh.” Taehyung puts his phone back into his pocket. “I sent you the pics.”

“Nice.” You turn from him to head back into the dressing room. “I’ll get changed.”

“Hey y/n.” Taehyung suddenly blurts, you stop and take a look behind you.

“Yeah?”

Taehyung looks more serious suddenly, making a crease form between your brows in question. He looks down for a moment, his mouth opening to speak but he clearly hesitates.

“What’s up?” You question him again.

“Um,” Taehyung rocks back on his heels, thoughts running loose in his brain before he finds the right words and he locks eyes with you again. “If Jimin proposed…would you say yes?” 

You push your head back in surprise at his question, a smile appearing suddenly. “What? If Jimin…Taehyung, Jimin and I agreed we wouldn’t take that step until way after graduation.”

“I know.” Taehyung speaks quickly, “But if he did…would you?”

You blink at your friend, cracking another smile. “Well, I wouldn’t not, I guess. But we’re wait—”

“—You’d never break up with Jimin, right?” He cuts in, expectant eyes on you. “Like, obviously he’d never cheat on you but any other reason…you wouldn’t, right?”

You innocently tilt your head, “Why would I ever break up with him? No!” Now you laugh, “I’d follow that man to the ends of the Earth!” 

Taehyung immediately grins, huge and boxy. “Exactly! Because you’re soulmates!” 

You continue to giggle, “Of course.” And then you walk back inside the room, curtain sliding to close again. 

Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, wide smile still on his lips. “I really hope that’s true.” He whispers to himself before sighing out and lowering his arms. “Now hurry up so we can go already!”

~~~

You still have a few hours before the party tonight, you and Jimin just relaxing on your sofa with a movie pulled up but neither of you are paying too much attention to it.

“I just really think I deserved better than a C.” You whine to Jimin, head in his lap as he caresses your waist. “I know my final assignment was late but barely.” 

“Only one semester left, baby.” Jimin reminds you, “You won’t even think about that class or that professor ever again after this is all done.”

You lift yourself from Jimin’s lap as you scoff, even though you know he’s right. “I still want to write her a 7 out of 10 review.”

Jimin looks at you, clearly amused. “7 is pretty high, you know that, right?”

You narrow your eyes, “But it could have been a 10 out of 10.”

“You just don’t have it in you to write an actual bad review.” He teases, “My sweet girl.”

You playfully roll your eyes but you feel your cheeks grow warm. You’ve been dating for a few years but words like that still make your heart skip around. You’re his. 

“Taehyung asked me about our future plans.” You decide to bring up yesterday’s shopping trip. “And when we want to, you know…” You cutely show him your hand and point to your ring finger. 

Jimin’s lips curve so invitingly, his hands sneaking their way to your hips. “Oh?” He pulls you closer to him, urging you to climb in his lap. “Should we forget our plan and do it now, baby?”

You laugh, heat trailing up your spine. You softly throw a leg over his and get comfortable in his lap while his hands rub up and down your sides. “Depends. How badly do you want to be with me forever?”

Jimin stares into your eyes and you see something peculiar swirl in his but you see how he mentally shakes it off and smiles for you. “Pretty badly.” He says quietly. 

You don’t mean to furrow your brows but like always, Jimin sees gears turning in your head and his hands creep up to your jaw. “It’s nothing. I just really love you.”

“Okay…” You take his word for it despite seeing something sad flash across his face. “I really love you too.”

“And I’m more than happy with sticking with our plan. Live the post grad slash adult life for a while before we get engaged and married.” Jimin’s thumbs brush against both of your cheeks. “But I can’t wait for it. I can never think of my future without seeing you there next to me.”

The little bit of nerves from his earlier oddness quickly dissipates as he said that. You try to suppress a smile but you’re unsuccessful. Lips spreading before you lean down and kiss him in a hurry. Jimin’s hands slide to the back of your neck, deepening your sudden kiss.

You barely pull away, lips still ghosting his when you say, “Good. You’re my best friend, Jimin. I can’t imagine not seeing you or talking to you every second of every day.”

He softly chuckles against your mouth, “I hope that would never happen.”

“Never.” You grin before pushing against him again, lips connecting more slowly. 

Jimin’s hands slide down your back before he’s softly grabbing a handful of your ass, making you drop harder onto his crotch. You break the kiss with another smile, “I have to start getting ready soon, baby.”

“We could just skip the whole party.” Jimin licks the corner of his lips as he gazes at you, “Wouldn’t it be nice to just lay in bed—”

“—Taehyung would murder us.”

“Speaking of Taehyung I think he texted the group a little while ago but I didn’t check it. Have you?” Jimin’s hands massage your hips now. 

You snort, “Yeah. He said something about kissing at midnight again. You know, the three of us.”

Jimin laughs too, “He’s fucking ridiculous. You think he’ll ever give up?”

“Taehyung? Yeah right.”

“Somehow it’d be weird if he finally did, huh?” Jimin bites down onto his bottom lip as he conceals a heartwarming smile. “He’s truly something.”

“I might actually get offended.” You play along, “But we know him too well, don’t we?”

“Definitely.” Jimin says, eyebrows rising when he remembers something. “By the way, my parents will be in town sometime next week and want to get dinner with us.”

“They want the ramen place, don’t they?”

“They always want it.” He chuckles, “Although, I don’t know what day they’ll come.”

“Okay.” You hum, fingers splayed against Jimin’s chest. He’s warm. And his heart beating is so soothing to feel under your fingertips.

“Oh yeah, whose party is it by the way?” Jimin asks you, “Do we know them?”

“Uh,” You try to remember Taehyung’s friends name. “I think it’s Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?” Jimin thinks about it before his face falls. “Wait, the guy who flirted with you last time?”

You purse your lips and lightly swat Jimin’s chest, “Who was flirting with me?”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re oblivious, my love.”

“I’m not oblivious. But I am kind of gross. I still have to take a shower and get ready.”

“Oh, should I join you?” Jimin’s hips barely buck into you without him meaning to. “Could wash you up.”

“Oh really?” You smirk, returning his desire with the grind of your hips. “You promise you won’t try to fuck me in there?”

“What happens if I do?”

“Then I guess you do.” 

You and Jimin giggle, kissing messily as you both stumble into the bathroom and get the hot water running in the shower. Clothes come off piece by piece and needy tension fills the small bathroom, filling in every empty gap with lust. Jimin’s tongue slips between your lips as you reach for his hardening cock and he moans breathlessly into your mouth.

“Has to…” You slightly pull away from your boyfriend, front teeth digging into your bottom lip when Jimin’s fingers spread your folds, gently rubbing against your clit, setting your nerves on fire. “Has to be quick,” You close your eyes, Jimin’s mouth hot on your neck now, teeth scraping against your skin. “Jimin…”

“We will be.” He states, tongue licking right below your ear. “Got to wait for the water to get warmer…”

You try to quickly shove your free hand under the running water but fail when your entire arm drops as two of Jimin’s fingers push into your core, body going tense at the sudden act.

“Fuck.” You release a shaky breath, “Water…mm, probably warm.”

Jimin leans away from you, his two fingers massaging your walls with no interruption as he stares at you with dark, hypnotizing eyes. He’s smooth with it, his other hand testing the water as he continues to finger you and watch you with a desperate but controlled want. “Come like this first.” He tells you, eyes still boring into yours and his hand is still getting poured on from the shower. 

“I don’t know if this—”

“—Not enough for you?” His eyes slowly trail across your naked body until he’s trapped in a trance. He watches how his fingers fuck into you. “Don’t tell me you’re really that…” He begins to curl his fingers making your mouth fall open, eyes looking heavier. “You’re sure this won’t be enough…because fucking look at you.” He whispers, almost satisfied.

Your hands go to Jimin’s shoulders, trying to keep yourself upright but he’s right. He’s hitting a spot that’s making you want to fall apart. You think you could but suddenly Jimin drops to his knees, his arm hooking under your knee to get you to throw your leg over his shoulder.

“Jimin…” You moan his name, eyes shutting completely when his lips attach themselves to your aching clit, his tongue pressing against it firmly before he’s swirling it around in messy strides. Now this is exactly what you needed.

Your fingers go to his hair, pulling at the dark strands, making him groan into your wet heat. Losing your balance, your back meets the bathroom wall next to the shower, your wonton whines echoing. His fingers continue to fuck you while he focuses on eating you out exactly the way you love. A fiery warmth is building between your legs, your hips rutting against Jimin’s face as you prepare for your orgasm. You pull his hair harder, a long, drawn out moan spills as you chase your high.

“Fuck, Jimin, I’m…” You breathe erratically, unable to speak when you’re finally falling into a warm and powerful end. It’s gone and crashed into you with a barely there warning. Legs going weak and grip on Jimin’s hair loosening, he finally pulls away from you, rising up while he licks his lips in satisfaction. 

“The water is probably warm now.” He says, hands going to your waist as he peels you off the wall and kisses your parted lips. You’re still trying to breathe evenly again. “Should we wash up?”

“You’re so…” You laugh, feeling lightheaded. 

“So…amazing?” He teases you, “Come on.”

You lean into him, kissing him again before you glance down and notice how very hard he is. You pull him into the shower with you, your body soaking up all the warm water, streams of it sliding down your naked bodies. 

“I’m excited to see what you’re wearing tonight.” Jimin grabs the shampoo bottle, “Taehyung told me I’m going to go crazy for you.”

“But aren’t you always crazy for me?” You take the bottle from him, “I’ll wash your hair first.”

“Thanks babe.” His wet fingers stroke your equally wet cheek. 

“I think you’ll like the dress, by the way.” You squeeze some shampoo into your palm before massaging it into Jimin’s scalp. “It’s viridian.” 

“It’s…what?”

“Like greenish, bluesish? But more green.” You explain to him with a laugh, “I love the color.”

“Oh.” He chuckles, eyes closing as you continue to wash his hair. “Sounds pretty.”

You and Jimin continue to get washed up in the shower as you both chat about random things when you finally reach for his length, fingers wrapping around it tightly making him groan.

“How are you still so hard?” You question him with slow words, “So hard.”

Jimin steps closer to you, hands on your hips. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re here…naked and now got your pretty fingers wrapped around my dick.”

“Oh real—”

You stop talking when Jimin uses his hands on your hips to quickly turn you, facing away from him, a small gasp leaving your mouth when he pushes his crotch onto your ass. “I’ve waiting long enough, right?” His mouth is at your ear. “I can fuck you now?”

You have no reason to conceal the growing smile on your face, clearly satisfied as you push your ass into him more.

“I guess I got my answer.” Jimin is flush against you, your feet moving forward when your cheek meets the cold shower wall. Jimin’s hand travels down to his needy length, fingers wrapping around it as he slaps his cock against your ass before he’s sliding it between your cheeks. “Love you baby.” He says, cockhead finally lowered enough to slip between your folds and circle around your hole. 

“Mm,” You close your eyes when he begins pushing inside you, his hands moving your hips backwards. 

Once he’s fully entered, he keeps himself buried for a few moments, his heavy breaths heating up the shell of your ear. “You good?”

“Yeah.” You wiggle your hips, hinting you need more now.

Jimin stands upright, fingers digging into your hips when he starts pulling out, a guttural moan caught in his throat as he rocks back into you. He can’t believe how lucky he is. To have you, your soul, your body, all his and he feels content knowing this is for him forever. He can’t imagine feeling this complete or connected to anyone else.

“Baby…” You softly cry out, his pelvis slapping against your ass, his speed picking up but his thrusts remain deep and precise. 

Jimin holds on to you tightly, his face tilted towards the running water, cock slipping in and out of you with ease, the wetness between your legs so distinctly different from the shower water. You’re so full of him, wondering how he is able to make you feel this fucking elated. 

Jimin can feel the tightness in his balls as they slap against your body, his abs flexing with each movement but he isn’t sure how much longer he can take this. 

“Fuck, y/n.” He curses, his hands urging you to fall back on his chest while he continues to fuck you and suddenly his fingers are rubbing your clit messily. “Come again.” He begs you, fingers desperate as he triggers every nerve. 

Your moans are louder now that it’s his cock fucking you. You squeeze around him making him slam his eyes shut, trying so hard to fuck you without coming already but he’s losing this battle. “Baby I’m going to come.” He warns, his thrusts faster. “Think your pretty pussy can come for me again?”

His words send that last little nudge you needed to feel the magic rise throughout your body, you’re unable to respond but Jimin knows it worked when you clench around him uncontrollably. Broken whimpers leaving your mouth in pure pleasure as you come all around his cock. 

“Jimin, yes, fuck…” You breathe out roughly, feeling lightheaded again, especially as you suffocate in the hot water. 

Jimin groans loudly, his cock leaving your sated cunt before he’s jacking himself off and spilling his cum all over your ass. He watches as the water washes it away, erratic breaths and a pleased smile growing on his lips. 

“We’re probably going to be late.” You lazily turn to face Jimin, “And we probably wasted a lot of water.”

“Two things that are probably true.” Jimin pulls you into his chest, fingers caressing the space between your shoulder blades. “But did you enjoy it?”

“Why would I say no to that?” You joke, a lost, dreamy look in your eyes as you pull back and look at him. “I’m so in love with you that I’m willing to be late and waste water.” 

Jimin chuckles, “Should probably wash up again, huh?”

~

Jimin’s eyes keep going back and forth between you and the road ahead. Taehyung wasn’t kidding, this dress is making him go crazy. The silky material wrapped around your body so fucking sexily and the way one leg is so indecently exposed. You’re so beautiful and it took everything in him not to fuck you again once you were all ready to go.

“I can practically hear your thoughts babe.” You tell him nonchalantly as you gaze out the window, “They’re pretty loud. And inappropriate.”

“So you know what you do to me then?” Jimin cracks a sly smile, “And you still wore this? You’re going to make me look at you all night while you look this fucking gorgeous, huh?”

“Just don’t look at me.” You tease, head finally turning in his direction. 

“That’s impossible. My eyes will always find you.”

“Self-control baby.”

“I don’t want to think about self-control when you’re looking this stunning, my love.”

“Well, what about you?” You eye him over while gesturing towards him. “You look hot as fuck tonight too.”

“Oh yeah?” Jimin glances at you while he shows you a mock serious face. “I can pull over right now so we can fuck.”

You can’t help but laugh, eyes crinkling and Jimin joins you. “Hurry up and drive.”

You and Jimin finally make it to Jungkook’s apartment complex. Neither of you have been here before but you’ve met Taehyung’s friends before on a few occasions but Jungkook is probably the most known for you both. Although, you aren’t close. 

You guys search for his apartment number but it gets obvious which apartment it is thanks to the loud music spilling from the cracks of the front door. 

“Taehyung says we can just walk in.” You mumble, feeling unsure since that feels a bit intrusive. 

“Should we?” Jimin asks, “Let’s just knock first.”

But you’re both realizing why Taehyung said it. No one is hearing any measly knocks when the music is as loud as it is. With a soft whine, you decide to open the door anyway.

And wow, the party is in full motion.

This is exactly what you expect a full blown college New Year’s party to look like. Tons of people, tons of alcohol, tons of dancing. 

“Let’s try to find Taehyung.” Jimin says in your ear as he reaches for you hand. “He’s probably wherever shots are taking place.”

You guys know him best because when you enter the kitchen, you’re met with the sight of Taehyung already drunk, throwing back a shot with a few girls and his face completely lights up when he spots you and Jimin.

“My soulmates are here!” He excitedly yells out, tripping over his own feet when he makes his way to you both. “Finally!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Jimin laughs, letting Taehyung give him a tight hug. Jimin returns it just as tight.

“I missed you guys.” Taehyung slurs, pulling away from Jimin before he’s scooping you up next. 

“You saw us yesterday.” You tease your friend, the smell of alcohol basically leaking from his skin but his cologne creates something more pleasant. “I see you’re already going hard.”

“When am I not hard? But yeah, I am extra hard right now.” Taehyung says with a straight face but you and Jimin both try so hard not to laugh, unable to keep a straight face. “Anyway, since you’re here it’s time to get fucked up.”

“Not fucked up.” Jimin sighs out, “I drove here.”

“Just sleep here or get a ride home.” Taehyung slurs with a shrug. “We are celebrating tonight you beautiful losers.”

“Taehyung’s right.” You nudge Jimin’s shoulder, “Let’s not think about it, just have fun.”

Jimin chews his lips but ends up grinning, “Okay.”

~

It’s 10pm now and Taehyung has managed to get you and Jimin swallowing multiple shots now. You cringe at the cheap liquor burning your throat each time but after some time, you notice the burn less and less thanks to your tipsy, tipsy state. 

You are wondering how Taehyung is still standing at this point, but his tolerance for alcohol is truly something. Although, he is very drunk.

“And I told him, wait, what did…oh yeah, I said—Oh! Jungkook!” Taehyung stops telling a story that made zero sense when he spots the host of the party. “Come!” He excitedly waves him over.

Jungkook gives a nod in greeting before he starts walking over, his eyes on you and Jimin when he openlychecks you out. Not that you noticed. But Jimin sure did.

“Wow,” Jungkook grins. “You look great.” He says. Only to you. Then he smirks at Jimin, “You too, bud.” 

“Thanks.” Jimin deadpans. 

Jimin is never outwardly jealous but this Jungkook guy really likes pushing his buttons like this lately. You guys barely even know the dude. What is he? Some kind of girlfriend stealer?

“Thanks for inviting us!” You tell him, “Your place is super nice. You’re in college, aren’t you supposed to be broke and suffering like the rest of us?”

“My parents are loaded.” Jungkook shows a toothy grin.

“Wow.” You nod, completely impressed. “Must be nice.”

“Eh, I guess.” He shrugs, “If nice is being totally controlled and afraid of them then yeah, sure.” He continues to smile while your face shifts into something more awkward.

“Oh.” You blink at him.

“No big deal, will probably need therapy later. But right now?” He nods in satisfaction as he eyes his apartment. “Well, right now, I’m living my best fucking life.”

You slowly nod too before leaning into Taehyung, “This kind of got dark.”

Taehyung cackles loudly, “Jungkook is hilarious, right?”

“That’s a word for it.” Jimin says.

“Anyway, have you guys eaten?” Jungkook asks, smile still on his lips. “There’s lots of snacks! Oh, actually…” Jungkook holds up a finger before disappearing for a moment when he returns with a couple of brownies. “You guys have to try these. They’re too die for.”

“Brownies!” You slur, excitement lighting up your eyes. Your eager hands reach for two pieces, handing one to Jimin who just frowns. 

“I shouldn’t.” He looks legit sad. “I have to show my abs in one scene and I want them to—”

“Babe.” You cut him off, voice muffled because you’re already taking several way too big bites of the treat. “One brownie isn’t going to make you lose your abs. Just eat it.”

“She’s right!” Taehyung cheers alongside you when Jimin finally starts eating the brownie as well.

“So yummy, right?” You even lick your fingers after finishing it. “I want another one.”

“Eh, one is probably enough.” Jungkook tells you, “I should probably go mingle with some other guests. See you guys around.” He winks before walking off.

“That guy flirts with you.” Jimin leans into your body, his own drunkenness evident. “I don’t like it.”

“He doesn’t!” You say, completely distracted when you hear music and singing in the living room. “I think they’re doing karaoke!” 

Jimin’s interest gets piqued. “Karaoke?”

“Don’t forget to kiss me at midnight guys.” Taehyung giggles to himself, watching as you both begin to disappear from his view.

He decides to head to the bathroom, his bladder complaining about all the liquid he’s consumed tonight when he runs into Jungkook again. 

“Yooooo.” Jungkook pats Taehyung on the back, “Did you see Jimin’s face when I checked y/n out?” He begins snickering, “Ah, he was so pissed.”

Taehyung laughs too, raising a hand for Jungkook to high five it with his own. “This plan will totally work.”

“He still hasn’t told her, huh?” Jungkook asks Taehyung, “About his audition?”

“Nope.” Taehyung looks sad now, “Not at all.”

“Maybe it won’t go anywhere though!”

“Jimin’s the fucking best. He’s going to get accepted, dude.” Taehyung slumps his shoulders, “I just hope it doesn’t tear them apart or anything. They’re soulmates.”

“I thought you said you were also their soulmate?” Jungkook jokes even though Taehyung takes that seriously.

“I am.” He says firmly and cutely. “That’s why I know they’re destined for one another. Fate and all of that.”

“You’re so weird about the three of you.” Jungkook shakes his head with a chuckle. 

Taehyung suddenly remembers his dream from last night, “Want to know something fucking wild?” Taehyung slurs with a smirk.

“What?”

“Last night,” He begins recalling his dream. “We had a fucking threesome. It was so fucking hot! I mean, damn…” Taehyung begins describing his dream in overwhelming detail. Jungkook’s eyes going wide every five seconds when Taehyung reveals something new. “Hot, right?” He grins at his friend.

“Wow.” Jungkook looks shocked but he nods, clearly impressed. “I didn’t know you guys were actually like that.”

Jungkook has no idea Taehyung only described a dream.

“It was a good time.” Taehyung looks up dramatically, hand over his heart like he’s thanking the gods for such a great dream.

“Wild.”

~

You and Jimin are singing along to karaoke with a few people you’ve never met before but with all the alcohol in your system, you’re feeling brave and free and good.

After 40ish minutes singing song after song, you guys see Jungkook joining in and he’s coming towards you both.

“I see the brownies are taking effect.” He grins. “Well, especially for you, y/n. Your eyes are…” He gestures towards you, teasing smile on his face.

You frown, confused by what he means when Jimin asks for you.

“Take effect?” He questions Jungkook, facing falling serious.

“Yeah?” Jungkook tilts his head innocently. “You don’t feel it yet?”

“Feel what?” Jimin blinks lazily.

“They’re…” Jungkook pauses, biting his lip for a moment. “I told you guys they were pot brownies, right?”

“They’re what now?” You stick a finger in your ear and pretend like you’re cleaning it. “I don’t think I heard that right.”

“Brownies…that have…they’re edibles?” Jungkook smiles nervously. “Didn’t I say that?”

“I don’t think those words ever came out of your mouth.” Jimin suddenly looks panicked. “I’m going to get high?!” He asks in a whisper shout. “I’ve never been high before,” He looks at you now, “Babe, what if I freak out?”

“Woah, woah.” Jungkook puts a hand to Jimin’s shoulder, “You’ll only freak out if you think you’ll freak out. It’s supposed to feel good so just tell yourself that.”

“That’s your advice?” Jimin looks at Jungkook incredulously, “To brainwash myself?”

“Yes.” Jungkook answers with a straight face. “You’ll love it, dude.”

“I think I love it.” You mumble, realizing you do feel a bit different than just drunk. Your entire body feels insanely good and things look a little like a dream world. “I think mine has already started taking effect?” You ask Jungkook.

“For sure.” He chuckles, “Your eyes are totally giving you away.”

“How do I know if mine has hit?” Jimin still feels panicked.

“You’ll just know.” Jungkook smiles awkwardly now, “Sorry that you guys didn’t know…my bad.”

“This is about to fucking suck.” Jimin groans, his hand looking for yours for comfort.

~

“This is fucking incredible, y/n.” Jimin sighs heavenly, his body completely melting into Jungkook’s sofa. “Why have we never done this before?”

“Is it just me or is this song so good?” You have your eyes closed, feeling the music like you’ve never felt music before.

“This feels like I’m actually hearing music for like the first time.” Jimin nods, his fingers caressing your exposed thigh. “And holy shit, your skin is so soft, baby.”

“Yeah, your touch is actually making me go a little insane.” You admit, “Imagine have sex like this?!” You decide to cuddle up to Jimin, your lips finding his neck as you start kissing it.

“Baby, we’re in public.” Jimin does little to stop you.

“But it feels so good.” You whine in his ear. The sound going straight to his cock. “Doesn’t it?”

“God, yeah.” Jimin opens his eyes to look at you, his fingers still trailing across your thigh, a path of fire lighting up your skin.

“Oh my god.” You suddenly pull away from Jimin, “I really want to watch Rush Hour 2.”

“That’s…” Jimin can’t help but laugh. “So random. But I also really want to watch it now.”

“We should watch it. What if we watched it?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“But we aren’t home.”

“Let’s go home.” You respond quickly. 

“But it’s not even midnight yet…” Jimin giggles, leaning into to peck your lips. “Shouldn’t we wait?”

“Oh shit.” You blurt, “I forgot why we’re here. What time is it?”

Jimin’s eyes expand as he quickly pulls out his phone, hoping you guys didn’t miss midnight. But he relaxes when he realizes it would probably be obvious. He glances down at the time. “Oh shit, there’s only like 12 minutes until midnight.”

“Oh my god, only 12 more minutes and we can go home and watch Pans Labyrinth.”

“I thought you wanted to watch Shrek?” 

“I don’t know. Whichever one Jackie Chan is in.” 

“Wait, Rush Hour 2!” Jimin yells in excitement and you match his enthusiasm when you yell as well.

“Oh my god, I love that movie! We should watch it!”

“Should we tell Taehyung to come watch it with us?” Jimin asks, “He loves it too.”

“Duh.” You sing out, alcohol still buzzing through your veins and this brownie in full effect. “Oh my god,” You suddenly pout. “I just remembered Taehyung.”

“Me too.” Jimin nods. “He’s probably drunk off his ass, trying to make some girl fall in love with him.”

“He only deserves the best.”

“Definitely.” Jimin agrees quickly, “He’s the best there is.”

“Hey,” You say the word slowly, an idea suddenly coming to mind. “What if…”

“What if…what?” Jimin’s eyes gaze into your with his innocence. 

“I mean…” You think for another second, “What if we just give the dude what he wants one time?”

Jimin only offers a blank stare, not totally understanding.

“We could just make his whole life complete.” You shrug, “Triple kiss.” You finally clarify.

Jimin’s expression doesn’t change. 

“You know,” You start a demonstration, your lips puckering as you make a ridiculous smooching sound.

“We are going to…kiss Taehyung?” Jimin asks, still kind of clueless. “On the lips?” “Barely, you really think three people can lock lips completely successfully?” You start giggling, “It’s not a big deal, right?”

“Well,” Jimin looks up thinking about it. “Not really? He’s going to mention it every chance he gets though, you know that right? He would probably even bring it up at our wedding.”

“Classic Taehyung.” You laugh, body still tingling on your drunken high. “So?”

“Okay.” Jimin grins, “Sober me will probably think we’re ridiculous.”

“We are ridiculous.” 

“Then let’s go find him.” Jimin tries to stand but his body is feeling heavy. “After I learn how to stand on my own two feet again.”

You try to lift from the couch as well but you’re facing the same issue. “Okay, me too.”

Many minutes pass, you and Jimin tangled up on the couch as you giggle. Jimin checks his phone again and he snaps his eyes to you. “Shit. Two minutes.”

“Oh shit,” You repeat. “Taehyung.”

You guys finally successfully rise from the couch, feet walking everywhere as you search for Taehyung and you finally find  him out on the balcony with some girl.

“Taehyung!” You draw out his name cutely. He turns to see you and Jimin and he very drunkenly grins at you both.

“My bestest friends in the whole world.” He slurs out. “This is,” He glances at the smiling girl but with a dopey smile his eyes meet yours again. “I don’t remember her name.”

The girl’s smile drops before she’s muttering something and walking back inside. Taehyung doesn’t even really notice.

“Taehyung, we have like 30 seconds until it’s midnight.” Jimin tells his best friend, “And I think we’re about to make you the happiest man alive.”

“Man alive?” Taehyung drunkenly repeats the words before he’s looking up at the night sky, “I am a man.” He says firmly. “A manly man.”

You furrow your brows, “Yeah, totally. Well-“

“—I think my goal in life is to,” He clasps his hands together, eyes still on the sky as he sighs out dramatically. “To be the manliest man. Yes, the man who man’s so hard. The manliest man who has ever…manned before.” 

“What the fuck are you…look, do you want to triple kiss or not?” Jimin gets straight to the point and when his words reach Taehyung’s ears, he has never spun in his spot so fast to look at you both.

“Did you just say the words that would make me die and go to heaven?”

“You have like,” Jimin stops talking, gesturing towards the door when you can all hear everyone inside chanting numbers starting with 10 as they countdown. “Like, 10 seconds.”

“Holy fuck, okay, okay.” Taehyung slurs, “Dreams do come true!”

You giggle loudly, warmth spreading all over your body. “Come on,”

“Wait, wait.” Taehyung starts to panic when everyone is yelling out the number 5. “Record it! Record it! Monumental moment.”

“I’m not—Fine, fuck it.” You say, quickly getting out your phone and sliding over to the camera and pressing record.

Three. Two. One.

You position the camera away from you, trying your hardest not to laugh when the three of you clumsily collide. More pairs of lips than your used to. 

You each pull away, laughter erupting from you and Jimin and Taehyung throws a fist in the air, pumping it excitedly. “Fuck yeah!” He screams at the top of his lungs. 

You and Jimin shake your heads, still laughing at the entire thing before Jimin’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to him. “Happy New Year babe.” 

“Happy New Year.” You say, kissing Jimin deeply while Taehyung continues to dance around. 

~~~

It’s noon when you and Jimin wake up from your crazy night, limbs tangled in bed while he gives you lazy kisses, telling you how much he loves you. You two got a ride home around 2am and slept like babies.

“Mm,” Jimin nuzzles his face into your neck, “Another new year with you.”

“We’re going to be saying that the rest of our lives.” You close your eyes when he starts kissing your neck, his lips are so plump and soft. 

“Of course.” He mumbles against your skin, “As if I’d ever fall in love with anyone else.”

You laugh while a yawn threatens to leave you, “I really got to use the bathroom.” You tell Jimin, trying to pry him off of you but he just holds you tighter. “Jimin!” You whine and he chuckles, finally letting you go.

He watches as you roll out of bed and head into your shared bathroom. He leans into his pillow, smile on his face as he stares up at the ceiling when suddenly his phone starts vibrating on the nightstand next to him. He’s wondering who is calling.

Jimin grabs the phone and feels his stomach flip flop, his thumb hesitant to slide the answer button. Why are they calling? This soon? He glances at the bathroom, wondering how long you’ll be in there. He quickly gets out of bed, phone in hand as he exits the bedroom.

He finally answers.

His mind is whirling.

He’s trying to process all the words he’s hearing on the other line.

Fly out. Audition. New York.

He feels a huge rush of adrenaline coarse through his body but he also feels something anxious build inside him as well.

After the phone call ends, he takes a seat on the sofa. Eyes not focusing on anything when you finally walk into the living room.

“There you are!” You chirp, “Should I make us some coffee?”

Jimin knocks out of his daze, forcing a smile. “Sure, baby.”

You begin walking over to the kitchen when there’s knocking on your front door. You lift a brow towards the door, wondering who would be here right now. Peeking through the peephole you see an obviously hungover Taehyung.

“Well, well, well.” You swing the door open, letting in your friend. “Look who’s awake.”

“Don’t remind me.” Taehyung grumbles, “Couldn’t fall back asleep after throwing up three times.”

“Damn.” You shake your head, “That rough?”

“Probably worse.” He shudders, eyes going to Jimin. “Sup man.”

“So why are you here?” Jimin asks with a teasing tone. 

“It’s a holiday!” Taehyung tells you both, “Of course we should spend it together. Oh yeah, my sister will actually be in town today. Her and her boyfriend broke up.”

You frown, “Oh no, is she okay?”

Taehyung snorts. “You’ve met Dae. We should be asking if the boyfriend is okay.”

“That’s…yeah, that’s fair.” You laugh. 

“Anyway, going to take a pee pee.” Taehyung alerts you both.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” Jimin complains, “Just say you got to pee.”

“Whatever.” Taehyung grumbles, feet taking him to the guest bathroom. “Oh yeah,” He stops, turning back to face you. “I can’t believe I didn’t make it to midnight last night.” He says, clearly disappointed. “I went too hard.”

You and Jimin share a look before you clear your throat, “What…what do you mean?”

“I fell asleep before the countdown!” He cries out, “How unlucky. I totally blacked out last night.”

“You…” You look at Jimin again, you two speaking with your eyes. A clear amusement getting shared between you both. “You don’t remember getting to midnight?”

“No?” Taehyung pouts.

“Damn, you were super fucked up.” You choke on your laughter, “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Stop stalling me, or I’ll pee pee my pants.”

“Word it like that again Taehyung and we’re kicking you out.” Jimin shakes his head but he’s laughing. Taehyung waves him off, finally getting inside the bathroom.

You rush to Jimin, both of you trying to be quiet.

“He doesn’t remember the kiss.” You try to contain your laughter, “He has no idea we made him the happiest dude alive.”

“He’s going to be so pissed when he finds out.”

“If he finds out.”

“Oh.” Jimin smirks, “You’re saying we don’t tell him?”

“He doesn’t have to know what he doesn’t remember.” You shrug, evil smirk on your face. “Ah, he has no idea how lucky he got.”

“What about that video?” Jimin questions you.

“We can show it to him on his wedding day and make him cry tears of joy.” You snicker, “Actually that wouldn’t be fair to his future wife.”

“No, it’s genius.” Jimin tells you quickly. “Let’s take this secret until his wedding.”

“It is genius.”

“This might be our best prank yet.”

“Is it really a prank though?”

“Eh, close enough.” Jimin chuckles, “He’s going to lose his mind one day.”

Taehyung finally comes out from the bathroom, taking a seat on the sofa next to Jimin. You join the boys as you three share stories from last night that are actually remembered.

Everything feels perfect. Because everything is perfect.

This is just the beginning of the best years of your life, you’re sure about it.

Taehyung falls asleep on the couch while you and Jimin cuddle with a movie on.

“Happy new year again.” Jimin kisses the side of your head. “I love you. You know I love you so much, right?”

“I do know. You never make me question it.” You smile, “I love you too.”

You are so grateful for another year with Jimin, enjoying this New Year’s with a different kind of appreciation.

Because at this moment, you have no idea it will be your last with him… for a very, very long time.

[thewinecoloredsea]

There’s something that Holly is saying that I’m struggling to put into words but Jude and Taryn don’t pit themselves against each other but other men do and they force them by manipulating their love for the man (not necessarily in a romantic sense iykyk). They really love each other and want the other to succeed and when they actually talk to each other and sort out their differences they work in tandem to help each other succeed in their goals and they’ll do anything to help the other, even if it puts themselves in peril.

Sorry if that’s a little vague but I’m trying not to spoil things!

On Taryn Duarte - from someone who has yet to read the books

I saw some posts about the Cruel Prince and I subsequently fell down the Jude/Taryn rabbit hole. From what I've seen, Taryn gets the most hate from the fandom, even over the actual villains, which is pretty par for the course so I'm not surprised. But most of the excerpts and reasons I've seen come from her being very shallow and vain, and betraying Jude. Okay, that hate makes sense. BUT I am the diehard fan of hated female characters.

Prefacing this with the fact that I have not yet read the series yet, but I've seen multiple posts regarding the characters and have read excerpts and summaries, and the like.

I really hate the woman v woman that we're given so often in media and especially in ya, na, and a books. Those books usually giving the fmc one or two female friends to balance the waters, but they usually don't exist as more than appendages of the fmc. Not sue if that's the case with the Cruel Prince, but Taryn's character seems to be the one-dimensional female foil, specifically with her overly feminine aesthetic and betrayal for the sake of romance. I think this is why I can't bring myself to actually read the books, because I know I'll hate seeing that.

Because of this I often find myself liking the "villainous" female characters as well when I find them to be anything but that, because I think they're also cool or I think that they suffer from a lack of nuanced writing (see Nesta Archeron). Jude is presented to be the villain, and I do like her and if she was the villain in another story I would also like her, but because she's still the character we're meant to root for she holds a weird place in my head since I'm not sure if Holly Black suffers from the crude idea of characterization and character relationships that is currently very prominent in fiction. I have heard that she gets a new LI apart from Locke, who she killed (yay! I love that), so it does seem to be looking up in terms of escaping the ya writing styles.

Therefore, in my head I will be holding the idea that Taryn is equally as masterminded as Jude and this is all a very elaborate ruse she's carefully cultivated since childhood and that she actually loves Jude very much. I am a sucker for tragic sisters.

[nootqueen404]

Welcome To My Nightmare - Chapter 6 FINAL

Previous Chapter

New to the series? Read Chapter One now!

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie x Fem!Reader, brief Steve Herrington x Fem!OC

Chapter Summary: The truth is all out in the open – you’re best friend and long time crush is a vampire, you’re madly in love with him, and he feels the same way about you. Eddie wants to keep you safe, but all those months separated and unspoken feelings have taken a toll on the two of you. As they say “distance makes the heart grow fonder.” But now there is an even bigger problem at hand; Eddie is all out of blood, and he’s very hungry.

A/n: Finally the best part is here! Smut glorious smut! Eddie seems like the playful type in bed – cracking jokes, making sure you’re comfortable, and determined to spoil you both in and out of the bedroom. We all know he has The Tongue, but he also plays guitar. I’ve been dating a guitarist for the last five years (IYKYK.) It also helps that I use to work at Spencer's and had training on how to sell things from THAT part of the store.

I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I has a lot of personal things going on that did me in physically and emotionally. Not to mention that I had so many ideas of how to end the series.

Warning (DNI if you’re under 18): All characters are over 18. This is a LONG ONE! Swearing, sexual themes, PiV sex, oral (M and F receiving), fingering, mention of blood, brief mention of birth control (safe sex is the best sex,) overstimulation, brief mention of medical MJ, pet names, body image issues, mention of a safe word, and THE BEST aftercare imaginable.

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Eddie and you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, not saying anything to each other, but he eventually broke the silence.

                                           “I’m sorry what?”

You fidgeted with your jewelry while looking at the floor “I said you could eat me…”

                                           “Oh no sweetheart, I heard what you said loud and clear. I’m just…” Eddie scratched the back of his head and tried to hide how nervous he was “A-Are you sure you’re okay with that? I mean, I know I said I’m not cool with feeding from the original source, ‘ya know what I mean?”

                                           “I know I know! But you need to eat something! The nearest hospital is a three hour drive, and you’re clearly struggling right now.” Making sure the love of your life wasn’t starving wasn’t the only thing on your mind. Books and films have filled your head with the idea that was top tier erotic if a vampire fed from you. The old scene of a handsome vampire, luring a beautiful damsel into his arms in some back ally has always been a fantasy of yours since you were 13. Faye’s dreams were all about bumping uglies with Han Solo on the Millennium Falcon, yours were about a hot vampire sipping on you like a fine wine. Now that fantasy was right at your fingertips.

                                           “I know I am, I just…” Eddie chewed on his lower lip nervously “I don’t want to hurt you. Like, it’s going to hurt a lot.”

                                           “Ed, how long have you known me?”

“I don’t know…”

                                           “You know how big of a horror buff I am. You know that I know my vampire lore. I can’t imagine it not hurting me.”

                                           Eddie still had a concerned look on his face “Yeah but…”

You cut him off with a kiss. It was not as passionate as the first one, but you were pretty sure you got the point across to him that you knew what you were about to get yourself into. Eddie let out a dreamy sigh after you broke it off.

                                           “Okay, let’s try it” Eddie took your hand and guided you onto the bed with him “But I want to set some ground rules first.”

                                           “Rules?” you were taken aback by how serious Eddie was being right now. You didn’t even know he could be serious. “Eddie I’m not taking your virginity,” you let out a nervous laugh.

                                           “Please y/n, just listen.”

You stopped laughing. Oh he was serious.

                                           “I may have…dabbled with getting blood from people, in the beginning. But back then I had zero control and almost killed someone over it.” Eddie dug through his pockets looking for something “And I really really really don’t want a repeat of that with you.” He pulled out his Uncle’s pocket knife. “I don’t want to risk that,” he flicked the blade out “So I’m going to let you nick your finger and we’ll go from there.”

                                           “Why just the finger?” you ask as Eddie hands you the knife, the blade twinkling in the light of the fireplace.

                                           “Because I want you to be able to back out with minimal damage. I can just throw a bandage on your finger and call it a night,” he replies with a serious tone “Should we come up with a safe word or something?”

                                           “Eddie!”

“I’m sorry y/n,” he sighs “I’m just really freaked out about the idea of hurting you. I don’t want you to go all in, have you get hurt, and then hate my guts.”

                                           “If it gets to be too much I’ll tell you,” you kiss his forehead and with a quick swipe you make a small cut on your index finger, wincing at the pain “My safe word is kiwi.”

                                           Eddie stared at the tiny droplet of blood seeping out of your finger “Kiwi…yeah…got it” licking his lips.

                                           “Hey Eddie…” you reached your hand out to him, squeezing more blood out.

                                           “Yeah?” You gave him a soft smile, “I trust you.”

                                           Eddie gave you a quick nod; his tongue darted out and licked up the single drop of blood. His eyes fluttered shut as the warm liquid as is slipped down his throat. “Damn babe, you taste better than I imagined” he hummed.

                                           “W-What do I taste like?” you asked, the sight of Eddie suckling your finger was making those dirty thoughts run wild again.

                                           “I know I said you smelled like sugar cookies,” he looked at you with a flirtatious grin “but you actually taste like strawberries.”

                                           You felt a second heartbeat growing between your legs “O-Oh…”

                                           “I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked tentatively.

“No!” you blurted out with a little too much force “I-I mean it doesn’t hurt. It actually kinda tickles.”

                                           Those soft brown eyes met yours “If that’s the case, can I go further Y/N?”

You nodded your head, your face growing hotter. “Use your words, babygirl” he said as he began kissing up your arm.

                                           Goosebumps decorated your arms as Eddie was kissing you. You took a deep breath and nodded again.

                                           “Yes. Go for it.”

As soon as you gave the go-ahead, Eddie pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. You yelped; startled by Eddie’s boldness (not to mention how fast he was,) one arm wrapped around your waist and the other caressing the side of your neck. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, his whispers feather light:

                                           “I love you…”

He gently sunk his teeth into your neck, causing you to cry out in pain and grip onto Eddie’s broad shoulders.                        Searing hot pain overcame you, causing you to dig your nails into the young man. Eddie rubbed the small of your back as he whispered words of encouragement between licks. Those cries of pain quickly morphed into you trying desperately to not moan too loudly.

                                           “That’s it…that’s my girl” Eddie cooed as drank from you “So warm…So sweet…”

“Eddie I-…shit…” Eddie warned you it would be a lot for you to handle, and you believed him, but this was far more intense than either of you thought it would be. Every lick made you squirm; every time Eddie sucked on the opening he made your temperature rise and your core throb.

                                           “Oh my God Eddie…” you moaned.

“You doing okay, princess?” he asked.

                                           “Never b-better” you felt him adjust his legs and his jeans nudged you in just the right spot, sending shockwaves through your body “Oh fuck!” You felt Eddie chuckles against the skin of your neck.

                                           “My my Miss y/n, is this turning you on? I can feel your heart racing” Eddie teased.

                                           “S-Shut up, Ed!” you mumbled.

                                           “Make me,” Eddie replied, dragging his tongue from your collarbone up to your ear.

                                           You ground your hips into him as soon as he lifted his own hip up – eliciting a groan from the young man. He took both of his hands and grabbed your hips to keep you from grinding into him again, causing you to whimper from the loss of friction. “Listen here, little lady” he growled “If you keep that up then I’ll really have to eat you alive.”

                                           “Is that a threat or a promise, big boy?” you asked with a knowing smile. Looks like Faye Burgun wasn’t the only one playing with fire tonight.

                                           That elicited a dark chuckle from Eddie. He swiftly pinned you down on the bed, “Oh honey…” he hovered over you, his long brown hair just barely covering his face “Are you sure you want to do this?” he replied, his dark eyes searching yours.

                                           You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forehead on his “I’ve never been so sure in my life” you lean in and whisper “Devour me.”

                                           You heard Eddie growl “Fucking Christ babe…” his lips crashed into yours, his hands roaming your body. The two of you were a tornado of limbs, lips, tongues, and teeth – desperately trying to pull each other closer and closer together. No more running, no more hiding. All that matter that he was yours and you were his.  Suddenly, Eddie went up for air and has a wicked grin; “I have an idea!” He stumbles off the bed, shedding his jacket and battle vest in the process, and plops on the Fitz James throne. “You want me, right?”

                                           You give Eddie a knowing look, “Obviously! What are you planning, Ed?” You were taking off as much of your jewelry as you could since it was getting tangled in Eddie’s hair.

                                           “Crawl to me” he said while kicking off his shoes.

You cocked an eyebrow “Excuse me?”

                               Finally Eddie was able to relax into the chair, his legs spread as he stared you down with hungry eyes “You heard me, sweetheart” his voice grew darker as he beckoned you with a curled finger.

                                           “You must be joking, Ed” you forced out a laugh, but deep down that sounded kind of hot. Why did God have to make you such a masochist? You hopped off the bed “But if that’s what Master wants” you teased as you slipped off the rhinestone studded fishnets. Eddie was a little rough with you just now, the last thing you needed was Faye finding out that Ed had destroyed any of her costumes in a horny rage. You knelt down to your knees, rolling your hips along the way just to tease him.

                                           Eddie licked the blood off his lips, his eyes taking in every move as you slowly crawled over to him on hands and knees. He groaned at the sight of your breasts threatening to fall out of your blouse. He couldn’t help but palm the growing erection in his jeans. “That’s it babygirl. Come crawling faster…Obey your Master…”

                                           “You’re such a dork, you know that?” you asked as you finally crawled up onto Eddie’s lap, straddling him. He really did just use a line from Master of Puppet’s to turn you on. What a fucking dork…

                                           “Yeah but I’m your dork. The Master of Dorks,” Eddie answers with a mischievous grin as he kissed you again, his tongue slipping past your lips to fight with yours. Tasting your own blood was a weird sensation, but you would be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on a little bit.

                                           Eddie’s hands worked their way down your thighs and up your back. He worked his way to the zipper on your dress while you worked on untying the corset part of it.

“Why do girl’s clothes have to be so fucking complicated?” hissed Eddie as he pulled on the zipper while placing kisses along your neck and collarbone.

                                           “Don’t blame me, blame Faye for obsessing over every last detail,” you laughed. You pulled the cape off as soon as Eddie finally freed you from the dress, pulling the blouse over your head to expose the lacy black-burgundy bra you had on.

“Damn..” he whispered “Is this one of Faye’s too?” Eddie asked as he ran a calloused finger along the trimmed cups, eliciting a shiver from you.

                                           “This one is all mine,” you said with pride “And before you say anything, no, I did not wear this because I was going to see you.”

He pulled the straps of the dress down and continued to kiss and leave light bites along the tops of your breast “Awe, I thought for sure you picked this for me” the metal head teased.

                                           “Maybe next time, handsome” Eddie’s hands went back to grab your ass, which made you jump “Eddie!” You ground down on Eddie’s clothed erection again, drawing a moan from the young man. He wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you back over to the bed.

                                           “As much as I love to see you wear this” Eddie placed you back on the bed and in one fluid motion unhooked your bra and pulled it off “I want to see all of you.” He yanked off your dress “And we can do away with this and…” His eyes widened at the sign of you, wearing nothing but you matching black lace panties “Damn! Matching panties too?! It really is my lucky day” he says to himself as Eddie takes one of your nipples into his mouth while fiddling with the other.

One of his fangs grazed the sensitive nub and you let out a wanton moan, your hips bucking upwards out of your control. Your desperation brought a smile to Eddie’s lips.

                                           “Looks like someone is a little needy,” he said as he blew hot air on the nipple he was just abusing. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth and hid your blushing face from him. As hot as he was, Eddie could be a total asshole sometimes. He nuzzles his face into your neck, taking the time to feed from you again. One of your hands shot up and grabbed a fistful of Eddie’s shaggy hair. You muttered something under your breathe about Ed was being a smartass, but it was cut off as soon as you felt his hand slip over your clothed mound.

“My goodness y/n...” he cooed, rubbing a finger over your covered slit “We haven’t even gotten to the best part and you’re already so wet for me.” His eyes were pitch black, but sparkled in the dim light. Like a shark that got a whiff of freshly spilt blood. Your eyes snapped open when you felt Eddie’s hands grab your panties and, with a deep growl, ripped them to shreds off of you.

                                           “Nooo ba-…” you choked out a gasp as a finger prodded at your entrance “Fuck! Those were my favorite.” A finger plunged itself into your core, his cold rings nudged your clit. Your head rolls back as Eddie explored your core, teeth clenched as you hissed from the cold metal. He wanted to find that magical spot in you so badly.

                                           “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll buy you a new pair. Hell! I’ll buy you all the sexy lingerie you want,” Eddie placed light kisses along your jaw as he slipped a second finger in “As long as you model them for me sometime.”

                                           Eddie pumped those fingers in you like his life depended on it while he whispered the absolute filthiest things in your ear, you wanted to buck your hips to match his pace but you felt like you were frozen.

Stupid vampire magic!

                                           “Oh fuck!” While you were blissed out on his fingers Eddie slipped down between your legs and tapped your clit with his other hand. Now you were able to lift your hips again, cursing and squirming. He curled one finger and it hit your g-spot dead on. “Shit shit shit! Eddie yes! Oh fuck! Right there! Fuuuuuck!”       It wasn’t long before that tightness in your gut snapped, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Eddie kept fingering you through that wave until you were spent. His finger slipped out of you so he could admire his work, your juice dripping down his fingers.

                                           “You know, even before becoming a blood sucker I’ve always wondered what you tasted like,” he looked up at you with a sly smile. But something about the look in your glossy eyes made Eddie pause. “You have been eaten out before, right?”

                                           You bite your lip again and said nothing.

“Right?” he pressed.

                                           “Well…” you started, still breathless “No one’s actually given me head before.”

                                           Eddie’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull. “You’re kidding me babe! No guy has just…?” he nodded down at your weeping cunt. You shook your head and Eddie cursed to himself again “Seriously!? Jesus fuck, that’s literally the best part outside of actually fucking!” You saw the primal part of Eddie switch off and his sweeter, more gentile one takes its place “Y/n y/l/n I’m going to give you the greatest gift of your life.”

                                           “As if what you just did with your magic fingers wasn’t enough, Ed?” you giggled as you fluffed Eddie’s sweaty hair.

                                           “You ain’t seen nothing set, sweetheart,” Eddie says as he kisses your inner thigh. He hooks your legs so they hang over his shoulders, peppering kisses around your hips and you lower belly. His fingers spread your lips apart and he licks a long, slow strip from base to your clit.

                                           A loud gasp shot out of you, your hands struggled to find something to cling onto as Eddie swirled his tongue in and around you. For a vampire his mouth was surprisingly warm, that slick pink muscle spelling his full name on your clit. He looked up at you to watch you writhe in ecstasy, which made him smile and work harder on getting a second orgasm out of you. Eddie reached up and took one of your hands into his. You were getting so over-stimulated that your legs snapped closed around Eddie’s head.

                                           “Fuck yes baby…” he moaned into your cunt “You taste so fucking good y/n! Keep crushing my head.”

                                           “Yo-You liked that?!” You tried to pull your legs apart but Eddie pulls them back together.

                                           “Fuck yes” he draws out “‘Tso fucking hot!”

With every moan and swipe of his tongue you’re driven closer and closer to the edge. Eddie slipped his fingers in you a second time while he sucked on your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut as you begged the man bellow you to keep going.

                                           “Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck yes! Oh my God Eds! Oh my god!” you clung to Eddie desperately “Don’t stop Eds! Just like that! I’m so close…” Eddie’s fingers found your g-spot again causing you to see stars behind your eyes “FUUUUUUUCK!! EDDIE!!!” your second orgasm of the night violently wracked your body, but Eddie kept happily lapping up all of your juices as they gushed out of you. Your body slumped over, your legs twitching from how hard you came. Screw magic fingers, that mouth of Eddie’s was a lethal weapon.

                                           Eddie popped his fluffy head up and he pulled himself up so you’re face to face again. “So…” He whipped his mouth with the back of his hand “How did I do?” he gives you a knowing grin.

                                           “Hooooooly shit” your eyes fluttered open and you tried to catch your breath “That was amazing Eds!”

“Only the best head for my baby,” he replies, placing a kiss on your sweaty forehead.

                                           You giggled and pecked his lips “You’re too kind…Hey!” You propped yourself up on your elbows “How come I’m the only one naked here?”

                                           Eddie looks down at himself “Huh” he pulls as the shirt he’s wearing which is now drenched in sweat and your juice “So I am.”

                                           “My turn!” you sing as you yanked Eddie’s shirt off and pushed him down onto the bed. You drank him in – the firelight casting shadows along his toned body, the little freckles that dusted his shoulders, right down to the happy trail that you’ve constantly thirsted over. Eddie moved his arms in an attempt to hide his scars, but you gently pushed them aside. “I want to see them, baby…”

After a brief pause Eddie moves his hands. It hurt you to see Eddie so self-conscious, almost fearful about how you would react to them. Now that you had a closer look you could see how much damage those bats did to him. The scars all varied in size and depth, some of them almost look like they haven’t healed completely, but all of them showed how hard Eddie fought. He was a survivor; a hero, Eddie the Brave. When you turned to look back at him you could see the apprehension in Eddie’s eyes.

                                           “I know I know, hideous aren’t I?” he scoffed.

You gently traced a particularly deep scar just above where his heart would be “You’re beautiful honey” you said softly, just barely above a whisper. You leaned in and kissed Eddie deeply before trailing your down his neck “Though I would have been hot to see these while you were performing. Chicks dig scars” you giggled.

                                           Eddie scoffs “Says who-AH!” You drag your nails up his sides, making him jolt and let out a whimper.

                                           “Say’s Your Girl” you say with an impish grin.

You go back to littering Eddie’s body with hickeys and scratches, paying close attention to avoid irritating his scars. You left sweet kisses all over his body as you struggled to undo Eddie’s bat pants. “Fucking…and you said my clothes were confusing…” you mutter under your breathe. Eddie laughed, but was quickly cut off after you finally pulled his pants down.

                                           “Really babe, bat boxers?” you gave him a questionable look after your eyes met the black boxers with purple bats.

                                           Eddie just shrugged “Dustin got them for me as a gag gift.”

                                           “Oh no, I think they’re cute. Think they make a machining pair for ladies?” you grin. You don’t let him answer as you pull out Eddie’s cock “Whoa…” You’ve always had a sneaking suspicion that Eddie was “packing heat,” so to say. You once almost walked in on Eddie getting dressed after a dip at Hawkins Pool a few summer’s back. The image of the curves of his butt and the visible outline of his dick left you frazzled for a solid month and a half. He was the tall and gangly type. Men like that were almost always hung. Now you know it was a straight up fact! Eddie isn’t long per say, maybe a little longer than average. It was the girth that got you sweating. “Is it just me or did Eddie…grow?”you ask yourself. You felt one of Eddie’s hands tilt your face up to look at him.

                                           “My eyes are up here, sweetheart” he teased, to which you replied by dribbling some of your spit on his cock and started pumping him. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped to form an “O.” “Holy shit babe…” Eddie groaned, his fingers still clutching your face tightly. Your tongue darted out and licked Eddie’s cock from base to slit, bring forth a hiss from the man.

                                           “You ain’t seen nothing yet Eds,” you smirked. And with that you took as much as you could of Eddie’s length into your mouth.

                                           The young man’s eyes fogged over with lust and want “Oh my god…Holy shit…Y/n, shit…” Eddie’s hand on you slipped off and settled on your head, playing with your hair.

                                           All of that teasing, all of those years you have known Eddie Munson – silenced by you sucking him off. It was genuinely the best head Eddie has ever received in his young life. Whoever else got that lucky would never hold a candle to you. In all reality they never will. You’ve fought tooth and nail for Eddie, and now you had him right where you wanted. The only things coming out of his smart mouth were groans, swears, and gabled nonsense.

“Shit babe…How?” he moaned “How- FUCK! Just like that babe…” Eddie was trying really hard to not be too rough with you, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his hips up every time you bobbed your head down on him. You hummed, the vibrations creeping up Eddie’s spine. One particular thrust from Eddie dipped too far back down your throat, causing you to gag and slip his cock out of your mouth.

                                           “Ugh babe,” he moaned, missing the feeling of your mouth on him “I’m sorry! I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You grabbed a hold of his angry cock again and slapped it on your tongue a few times, “I’m good. It just means I know what I’m doing.” You swiped your thumb across his tip, more precum leaking out for you to lick up.

“Fuck yeah you know what you’re doing” he sighed as he guided your head back down on his angry erection “Fuuuuuck y/n! Where did you learn to do this? You’re…” another moan “God your mouth is amazing y/n.” You dipped your free hand to rub his perineum and Eddie let out the loudest moan yet. “Whoa what the- fuuuuuck!?” You could feel Eddie’s thighs shake every time your finger stroked him. You switched from sucking him off to pumping him and licking his perineum.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Babygirl…oh god! Shit!” his grip on your hair tightened making you moan. “Babe, hold on! You gotta stop babe! You’re gonna make me cum!” But you kept going, having been completely blinded by the sweet sounds coming from Eddie.

You could feel how close Eddie was, and you were starting to feel dizzy from the lack of air. He pulled you back up to his face for a passionate kiss; your fingers getting tangled up in his long brown hair. Eddie pulled away and hopped out of bed, running around the room franticly looking for something and muttering under his breath.

                                           “Shit shit shit! Come on Eddie! You should have packed them. Fuck! Steve sure as hell has them somewhere!”

You watched him closely, not quite sure why Eddie was stressed over; then it hit you.

                                           “Eddie…”

He looks back at you, the firelight illuminating the sweat dripping down his body. It was almost cute how nervous he was. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m trying to find the condoms, but that shithead Herrington must have them stashed somewhere good!” Eddie let out a defeated sigh.

You let out a laugh, making Eddie’s heart swell “Eds did you really forget? This past January I asked you to pick me up from the doctor’s office.”

                                           “Yeah?” He wasn’t quite sure what you were getting at “You had some kind of surgery and couldn’t drive because of how much pain you were in,” He was still digging though one of Steve’s suitcases “And you got some serious munchies from all that weed you smoked for the pain” He pointed a sock at you “You still owe me for the Double Stuffed Oreos I got you, by the way.”

                                           You turned over to lay on your back with your elbows propping you up, “It wasn’t just any kind of surgery” a coy smile graced your lips “I got an IUD out in. No more pills, no more condoms.”

                                           Eddie’s jaw dropped. He only just learned what an IUD was because he overheard Wheeler’s older sister and Faye talking to Max Mayfield about it. Nance and Burgie were dead set on giving Max “the Talk” as soon as she announced that she and Sinclair were dating. Eddie licked his lips, suddenly feeling parched.

                                            “Oh! But what about…”

                                           “…I also got all my testing done during the IUD consultation” cutting Eddie off with a knowing smile “Every test result came back negative.”

                                           Those chocolate button eyes of Eddie’s lit up as he ran back to you and playfully pounced on you; kissing you deeply. “Look at you! My Girl! My clever, gorgeous girl” he gushed while kissing down your jaw.

                                           “Eddie!” you squealed, blushing over all the pet names he was giving you “Who knew that the Eddie Munson was such a sap?”

                                           “Yeah, but you love me anyways,” he grinned.

Both you and Eddie pulled back for air. You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously as Eddie crawled on top of you. It’s not that you were a virgin (it’s been a long time since you could call yourself that), but the whole idea of your dreams were coming to life.

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, “Hey Y/n? We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

                                           “Oh no Ed, I really want to!” you answered eagerly as adjusted yourself “I’ll let you know if I want to stop.”

                                           “Kiwi?” he asked.

You smiled and kissed the tip of Eddie’s nose “Kiwi. Oh! One more thing…” the butterflies in your belly were going all out “C-Can I be on top first?”

                                           Eddie’s eyes went dark “Can you be on top?” he lies down on the bed and pulls you up so you’re straddling his hip. He lets you grind down on his cock, making you moan as his tip nudged at your clit “Does that answer your question?”

                                           “Y-Yeah it does” you stutter.

Eddie pumped his cock a few times before slowly sliding it inside of you; his eyes rolled back into his head as he felt your velvet walls hugging him for the first time; a deep, guttural groan slipping past his lips. You almost came just from sliding down onto him. Once you were both situated you started picking your hips up and dropping them back down. Eddie grabbed your hips and made you roll your hips as you road him.

                                           “Goddamn Babygirl!” Eddie hissed “You fit so perfectly around me!” He slipped one of his hands down between your legs to rub slow circles on your clit.

You braced yourself on Eddie’s broad chest, digging your nails into him. As you dropped your hips down Eddie would pop his hips up, making you see stars. The air was filled with the sounds of your ass slapping against Eddie’s thighs.

                                           “Oh my god Ed…” you whined as you rolled your hips, chasing your high “How…oh fuck! Eddie fuck yes! Yes! Please…” It was getting harder for you to sit upright with how hard Eddie was bucking into you. Meanwhile Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off of you – your soft, sweet face contorted with pleasure; your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your hair wild. The sounds of you begging and moaning were music to his ears. His name has never sounded as sweet as it did coming from you.

                                           “Ed! Ed! I’m gonna cum! Oh God Eddie I’m gonna cum!” you cried, your movements are becoming more and more sloppy and erratic. You’ve lost tract how many orgasams you’ve had. Twice? Four times?!

                                           “Do it!” he said through gritted teeth “Come all over this cock Baby girl!” Eddie pulled himself into a sitting position and wrapping his arms around you. You felt his fangs sink into you as your third orgasm of the night ripped into you. “That’s it! Good girl,” he coos as he lapped at the fresh blood. He felt you try to pull yourself off of him; you were clearly struggling to even so much as keep your head up.

                                           “Oh no you don’t!”

Eddie pulled you into a kiss as he lifted you off of his dick. He gently placed you back on the bed beneath him. Between the moonlight and the fireplace Eddie looked like he had a halo formed around him. He looked like an angel. How can one man be this beautiful? He slapped his cock on your clit, making you squirm, bringing you back to reality.

                                           “Fuck Eddie! You haven’t cum yet?!” you ask breathlessly.

Eddie gave you a wicked grin as he pumped his cock in his hands, using your natural juices as lube “That’s the beauty of being a vampire,” he slipped back into you “Once we’ve had our full, we get stamina in spades” he growled, snapping his hips into you at a steady rhythm.

                                           “Oh my god Eddie!” you cried out “Are you trying to fuck me to death?!”

He let out a booming laugh, slowing his thrusts and making you whimper. “I’m just trying to make up for lost time,” he leaned down to nuzzle his nose against yours “All that time I could have been with you. You deserve the whole world, y/n. And I’m going to give it all to you.” You felt tiny droplets of water fall onto your breasts. Eddie was crying.

                                           All of Eddie’s sweet words brought tears to your eyes “Oh honey…”You pulled him into a hug, rocking your hips to match his pace “I don’t want the world” you pilled back and smiled “I want you.” You bit back a moan as Eddie went back to fucking you “It was always you, Eddie.”

                                           A loud moan ripped through Eddie, thrusting harder and faster “Oh fuck y/n! Shit! Say that again! Please say my n-name again.”

It was getting hard to form words, but you did exactly what he asked: calling out his name like a broken record. It was just the two of you - crying each other’s names, clinging to each other for dear life, mixed with a messy string of curses and moans.

                                           “Shit babe! Y/n! Babygirl I’m getting close,” Eddie growled out “So fucking close! I’m not gonna cum until you do!”

                                           “M-Me too!” you moaned, feeling one of Eddie’s hands slip back down to tease your sensitive bud one last time “Shit shit shit shit! Please oh god! I’m gonna cum! I’m coming! D-Do it Eddie! I’m coming! Eddie!!!”

                                           With as loud, soul piercing scream your orgasm washed over you, triggering Eddie to finally let his own rip into you – searing ropes painting the your pink walls. As Eddie was coming down from his own high he held you close, almost scared that the slightest movement would caused your over stimulated body to implode.

                                           Once he finally felt that you had come back to earth he leaned over to where you had tossed his shirt and used it to help clean you up. You tried your hardest to push the shirt away, saying something along the lines of “No, don’t ruin that thing because of me. Let me do it,” but it was no use. You were completely and utterly spent – there were no spoons left in you. By some miracle Eddie still had enough energy to get up and carry you to the bathroom.

                                           “Still g’t stiminim, ‘uh?” you mumbled into Eddie’s chest.

He placed you on the toilet, making sure the seat was down before doing so, shaking his head at you when you gave him a lopsided smile.

                                           “Just enough, my Queen,” he chuckled.

He started a bath for you in the obscenely large claw foot tub and raided the shelves of ever towel he had. He was muttering things under his breath to himself, probably making mental notes about what he needed to clean you up. Just like you brain and strength, your hearing hadn’t returned yet either. You let out a small squeak when Eddie scooped you up again and placed you in the tub. He patiently listened to mumble out nonsense as he washed you, being extra careful around where he bit you. You did your best to clean him up too, but all you managed to accomplish was giving your love a bubble bikini. Once you were all clean (and regained your brain function), you made an attempt to get out of the tub. Eddie immediately scooped you up again.

                                           “Eddie baby I’m okay, really,” you laughed as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

The undead rock star shook his head, causing his curls to tickle your face “Fat chance y/n! You’ve already done so much for me; the least I can do is pick up the slack.” He carried you back to the bed – stopping momentarily to grab you one of his shirts to wear – before tucking you back into bed.

                                           “I’ll be right back Sweetheart. I’m going to go grab the First Aid kit and make a quick phone call” Eddie whispered to you softly while he stroked your damp hair “Probably get you another towel too for your hair.” All you could muster up was a nod, to which Eddie placed a quick kiss on your forehead, and jogged back over to the bathroom. Sleep was already threatening to take over you, but you did your best to try and stay awake. The last thing either of you needed was for you to pass out from Eddie feasting on you. Your man wasn’t gone for too long for you soon felt a dip in the bed and Eddie placing bandages on your neck.

                                           “It’s not much, but it will do for now. I just called Robin and she’s going to bring us some stuff in the morning” he said as he added more gauze.

                                           “And some blood bags for you?” you asked, leaning into Eddie’s touch.

He let out a hearty chuckle as he finished bandaging you up “And some for you too. I tried really hard to not go to town on you…”

                                           “I know Eds” you smiled “I didn’t mind though.” Eddie tried to walk away again to go wash himself up, but he was stopped after you grabbed his hand.

                                           “Eddie…”

“Yes Princess?”

                                           “I know you’re probably as big of a mess as me, but I don’t want you to leave me again,” you looked up at him while you pouted “I don’t mind if you’re a lil’ stinky.”

                                           With a chuckle Eddie granted your wish; joining you in bed, letting you use his chest as a pillow.

You nuzzled yourself as close as you possibly could to him. “Eddie?” you asked.

                                           “Yes?”

“Does this mean we’re dating now?”

                                           He snaked his arms around you just like he did during your first kiss “I’ll say what we just did was a resounding ‘yes.’”

You felt like your heart had been replaced with the sun as you glowed from the inside out – “Good!” You placed a kiss on Eddie’s jaw.

                                           “Y/n?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah handsome?” you giggled at the new nickname.

                                           “I’m sorry for everything I put you through,” Eddie’s continued to stroke your hair “As soon as we wake up tomorrow I’m making you breakfast in bed – French toast, eggs, bacon, all the fruit you can eat – the works.”

                                           “Coffee too?”

“But of course! And just how you like it too – iced with two sugars and a splash of cream.”

                                           You couldn’t help but kick your feet excitedly and let out a cute little cheer, to which Eddie stifled back a laugh.

“You’re such a dork y/n. You know that?” he asked as he tilted your head up to look over your face.

                                           “If you’re the Master of Dorks, does that make me your Mistress or your Queen?” you blew a tiny raspberry in his direction before you kissed Eddie one last time as your eyes finally gave in.

                                           He smiled into the kiss “I’d rather just call you ‘Mine.”” “’Mine’ huh?” you thought to yourself “I think I can live with that.”

                                           ………………

“By the way,” Eddie replied hesitantly “Steve is a vampire too.”

                                           You were too exhausted to even be mad. “If he turns Burgie into a vampire I’m gonna to stab him in the dick with a crucifix,” you grumbled as you finally fell asleep.

                                           “Good,” Eddie mumbled as he too drifted off “So will I.”

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Major thank you to everyone who has supported me and followed me since Day One - especially to Maggie (@reddeadgirl666 ) Thank you SOOO MUCH for helping me make this story a reality, all of your edits, and over all putting up with my shit 😅 Can’t wait to see how you’re going to continue to enable me😂🤪

[astrobei]

1, 2, 6, 19 & 20!!

hi irene !! omg these look so fun !!

1. song of the year?

ok Again i’m not sure if this means the one i listened to most this year statistically or just one i rly resonated with the most this year and one of these is a much harder question LOL according to spotify the song i listened to most was fireproof by one direction just bc it’s a song i play in the background a lot while working! it’s got a rly nice rhythm that works for my brain so that’s probably why it’s so high up jskdjsjd but a song that resonated w me most this year. god that’s rly hard. i listened to talk me down by troye sivan pretty constantly on loop for the whole year and if u Had to make me choose a song that like. summed up 2022 for me it would be this. just one of my comfort songs and i come back to it a Lot <3

2. album of the year?

i answered this one earlier but bc i am indecisive i will give two more answers! (for my fav album that came out this year and also one i just really enjoyed) um superache by conan gray came out 3 days after i got broken up with so. yeah it’s imprinted itself into my brain forever! my favs off of it are (as of rn) footnote, memories, and family line/the exit are tied :^) and as for another one i just really listened to a lot this year it would probably be sawayama by rina sawayama because i’m a pop girl to my bones and this album is just chefs kiss ZERO skips !! listened to it a lot through the spring n summer especially !!

6. episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?

ohhh this is good one ok so i finally watched all of attack of titan this year and my life was changed Forever. i think my favorite episode is actually that three episode arc in season 3 (episodes 16-18) because holy. shit. i could talk about this show for hours on end so i’ll spare you but i think this is probably the episode/series of episodes that stood out the most for me this year it was just so well done and a 10/10 all around and i won’t spoil anything for people who haven’t watched but. iykyk

19. what’s something you’re excited for this year?

i answered this one earlier too but i’ll answer it again! uh i honestly don’t have Too Much planned up front for 2023 but i am going to try and Read More and my winter quarter is (tentatively) looking less crazy than my fall quarter did so i’m excited to try and take a little more time for myself! (maybe) that’s probably a Small Thing but whatever. it’s important to Me :^))

20. what’s something you learned this year?

ohh i could probably go on for a while about this but i’ll just pick one for now! i definitely learned to put myself out there more and that it can be rly rewarding to step out of ur comfort zone !! with fics and stuff of course but there are also so many friends i made this year in the community i never would’ve met if i hadn’t messaged them despite being so scared everyone secretly hated me LOL and also stuff like my job! i almost didn’t apply because i was convinced i wasn’t qualified enough and i literally got hired two days later KSKSJF anyways trying new things even if i second guessed myself was super rewarding this year and i’m not Great at it yet but if i could go back in time and tell past suni to do this earlier i would bc it would’ve made a lot of shit earlier for me tbh .

[batattta]

destiel fic recs pt.3

yeah, here we go again. enjoy!

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

part 3/?

longing (1k, g) cas is trying to understand feelings 

a change is as good as a rest (4k, g) sam is so done with those two. so he uses our favorite trope. sam is the king

up to date? (5k, g) dean is a dumb one in this one. he asks cas out and doesn't even realize it. yeah. dumb.

two for joy (1k, g) i love this trope about cas collecting trash random things. iykyk. this fic makes me so soft. 

drive faster sammy (7k, e) ahem. fuck or die curse. they are in the car. poor sam.

four letter word for intercourse (194k, e, AU) so. THIS FIC. this fic literally CHANGED something in me. broke me and put me back together. better than therapy (no). you got it. i’m so in love with cas in this fic. like. IN LOVE in love. definitely the top tier. 

he can't sleep (19k, m) this one broke my heart. i literally needed to stop reading and go to different room to get some air. it ends well, but it breaks you in process. poor broken boys.

après (24k, e) cas lands in france after the fall. dean comes to him. such a sweet one. 

grammar games series (5 works, 30k, e, high school AU) cas tutors dean. it literally is grammar porn. very beautifully written. grammar is sexy indeed. 

laundry day (10k, t, high school AU) jock dean, shy cas, pure fluff. you either love high school au, or not. i really do.

i love led zeppelin (3k, g) another one about the mixtape 

if the world was ending (8k, g) they are soft boys who talk about the empty, cuddle and listen to the mixtape together. s15 fic.

a tale that can't be told (9k, m) cas loses some memories. 

red-blooded blues (28k, e, high school AU) Cas is a poor kid, Dean is a rich jock. but they both are so good and kind and precious. the epilogue made me cry happy tears. 

always the end of the world series (3 works, 67k, e, high school school AU) kind of sad high school au. i can't even explain. it’s just so... realistic. it left me with mixed feelings.  

bittersweet (6k, m) another good purgatory fic. bittersweet indeed. 

good one’s gonna be (37k, e) s3 dean kinda meets cas (they text), and then... it's hard to explain without spoiling, sooo... just go read it.

break the walls between us (2k, e) shameless, shameless cas

how a righteous man raises a rose (5k, t, mcd) the saddest thing ever. true tragedy. i cried like a baby

according to all known laws of life (30k, e) this one is so funny and cute. cas comes back from the empty, dean is a little bit of an asshole

this thing called free will (2k, t, mcd) oh fuck. heartbreaking. beautiful. i couldn't breathe 

dislocation (24k, m) it's impossible to describe the plot without spoiling it.  but the second you get it, it breaks your heart. it ends well, but. you’ll be hurt in process. 

he doesn't know what it means (but i'd run my fingers through your hair) (3k, m) “regarding dean” fix-it. with cas. 

the big freeze (8k, t) ah yeah, hypothermia fic. you know how it goes

nothing equals the splendor (8k, e) 15.20 fix-it. everybody lives. i know we all need it

in a hundred worlds (i'd find you and i'd choose you) (5k, t) the title says it all