#I’m not saying that to say there would be no romance I’m saying that to say it’s not gonna be linear

[jungwnies]

the dad who stepped up | carlos sainz (cs55)

୨ৎ : featuring : carlos sainz x fem!reader/singlemom!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : not the biological father, but rather the father who stepped up!

୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff ୨ৎ : word count : 947

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this was such a cute little story, i can only imagine the spanglish going crazy in this household <3 psa... intentionally all lowercase

carlos never thought about being a dad so soon. sure, he wanted kids someday, but he always figured it would come later, after racing, after settling down. what he didn’t expect was for you to walk into his life, a single mom with a baby boy who barely knew how to say papa yet.

he met you when your son, nico, was only eight months old. you had been hesitant at first, not wanting to bring someone into your child’s life unless you were sure. but carlos? carlos was patient. he never rushed you, never forced his way in. he just showed up.

at first, it was small things; holding nico when your arms were full, rocking him to sleep when he got fussy, making faces at him across the dinner table just to see him giggle. then, before either of you knew it, nico wasn’t just some baby carlos happened to know. he was his boy.

now, four years later, carlos can’t imagine life any other way.

—

"okay, buddy, one more time, but this time big swings," carlos calls from the backyard, watching as nico grips his tiny golf club, determination all over his little face.

you stand nearby, sipping on a lemonade, watching your two favorite people as the warm breeze rustles through the trees.

nico, tongue sticking out in concentration, takes a swing, too hard, and the plastic ball rolls about a foot away.

"that was amazing!" carlos exclaims, throwing his hands up as if nico just hit a hole-in-one at augusta.

"it barely moved!" nico whines, stomping his foot.

carlos kneels beside him, adjusting his grip. "the trick isn’t power, campeón (champion), it’s control. even papá sainz had to learn that."

you smile, shaking your head as you watch them. “carlos, if you turn him into a golf snob before he even learns how to ride a bike, we’re gonna have a problem.”

carlos grins over his shoulder at you. “you say that now, but when he’s winning the masters, you’ll be thanking me.”

nico nods along, even though he has absolutely no idea what the masters is. “sí, mami! (yes, mommy!)”

your heart melts every time nico switches between english and spanish so naturally, something carlos had made sure to teach him from the moment he could talk.

—

later that evening, after dinner, you’re curled up on the couch together, nico snuggled in between you and carlos with his favorite book in hand.

“papá, can you read the book en español? (papa, can you read the book in spanish?)” nico asks, eyes wide with excitement.

carlos raises an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “sí, pero solo un poquito, eh? (yes, but just a little, okay?) i don’t want you getting confused.”

you smile, resting your head against carlos’s shoulder as he begins reading, seamlessly switching between english and spanish.

"the little dog ran through the…el bosque (the forest)…looking for his friend… pero no lo encontró (but he didn’t find him). so he kept running and running…hasta que… (until…)"

nico listens intently, repeating some of the words in his tiny voice.

“bosque!” he says proudly.

carlos grins, tapping his nose gently. “eso! muy bien, campeón. (that’s it! very good, champion.)”

you watch as carlos pauses and turns to nico. “and what’s a bosque?”

nico scrunches his little face, thinking hard before answering, “umm… a forest?”

carlos nods approvingly. “exacto! (exactly!)”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i swear, this kid is gonna be fluent before i am.”

carlos smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “well, mamá, looks like you need some spanish lessons too.”

you playfully elbow him, making him chuckle.

just as you think nico is starting to doze off, his tiny voice pipes up.

“papá, i’m sleepy… pero i want uno más cuento. (papa, i’m sleepy… but i want one more story.)”

carlos lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning exhaustion. “one more? vale, uno más. (okay, one more.)”

he flips the page, his voice soft as he continues reading. you feel nico’s breathing slow, his tiny body relaxing between the two of you.

you glance up at carlos, who is watching nico with that same gentle, loving look he always has. he catches you staring and gives you a small smile, his fingers reaching out to brush over your hand.

“you know,” you whisper, “you never had to do any of this.”

carlos furrows his brows. “what do you mean?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. “i mean… you didn’t have to be his dad. you could’ve just dated me and kept your distance. but instead, you’re his person. and i just… i don’t know. i hope you know how much i love you for that.”

carlos studies you for a moment before shaking his head, as if the thought of not stepping up for nico is ridiculous. he lifts your intertwined fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“i didn’t have to, amor,” he murmurs. “i wanted to. i chose this. i chose you. i chose him. and i’d do it again a thousand times over.”

tears prick your eyes, but before you can say anything, carlos leans down and places a gentle kiss on nico’s forehead.

“buenas noches, mi pequeño campeón. (good night, my little champion.)”

nico barely stirs, already deep in sleep.

carlos turns back to you, smiling softly. “now come on, mamá, let’s go watch bad reality tv and pretend we don’t have to wake up early tomorrow.”

you laugh, shaking your head as you follow him to the couch, where his arm instinctively wraps around you.

carlos sainz wasn’t the father by blood.

but he was the father who stepped up.

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[inseobts]

Undercover Lovers

zoro x reader

while waiting for luffy and the others to return from whole cake island, you and the rest of the crew are forced to go undercover in wano, where your and zoro's cover as a loving couple quickly gets complicated.

words count: 1.2k

tags: wci and wano spoilers, fake dating, romance, soft zoro

masterlist || ko-fi

You and Zoro stand in the shadows of the misty Wano streets, hidden in plain sight. The night is thick with tension, and the smell of the night air is saturated with the scents of food and unfamiliar spices.

“Alright” Zoro mutters under his breath, his gaze darting around. “This mission is simple. We blend in, gather intel, and keep a low profile. No trouble.”

You glance at him skeptically “Simple? Nothing here is simple, Zoro. Especially when we have to pretend to be a couple...because I don't know if you looked at yourself”

Zoro, ever stoic, adjusts the sword at his side “It’s just an act. Play the role and we’ll be fine.”

You don't know who has this brilliant idea but you're hating them all.

You scoff “That’s what you think. I don’t think you fully understand what it means to pretend to be someone’s lover.”

He grins faintly “I think I do. You make it sound like I'll be terrible at this.”

The two of you exchange a glance, the awkwardness palpable. You had to assume this would happen, but the idea of him being your pretend lover makes your stomach flutter in a way you didn’t expect. You’re both meant to lay low while Luffy, Nami, Chopper, and Brook are rescuing Sanji on Whole Cake Island. But you and Zoro are left behind, needing to keep the rest of the Straw Hats safe while undercover.

“Now, let’s go” Zoro commands, the stoic warrior in him taking over. “Remember, just act natural.”

You and Zoro enter a local tavern in the heart of the capital. The noise from the patrons fills the room, but everything about this place feels off, like a hidden danger lies in the air. As soon as the door swings open, all eyes turn to you, and the tavern goes silent.

The bartender raises an eyebrow “What’s this? A foreign couple?”

You force a smile and link your arm with Zoro’s, making sure your posture looks casual and affectionate “Yes, we’re just here to enjoy the local food and drink” you say, your voice smooth.

Zoro stands beside you, towering and quiet, his gaze scanning the room. His posture is stiff, uncomfortable, and it’s clear that he’s not used to playing the role of someone’s lover.

“You’re an odd couple,” the bartender says, a smug smirk on his face “The woman seems more… lively. And you...” he eyes Zoro, “look like a man who could care less.”

Zoro barely glances at the bartender “I’ll take some sake.”

The bartender nods, but there’s a smirk on his face “Of course. For you two lovers, the first round’s on the house.”

You exchange a look with Zoro, both of you realizing that staying in character would be harder than it seemed. As the drinks arrive, you take one and drink it slowly, trying to hide the tension in your shoulders.

As days pass, the two of you work together to gather information, keeping up the act as a loving couple. But things become more complicated when one young local guy, Miyamoto, starts showing more interest in you than you’re comfortable with.

You’re sitting in a quiet corner of the town square, Zoro casually sitting by your side, when Miyamoto approaches with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Ah, y/n” he says smoothly “I didn’t expect to see you here. Care for a walk?” His eyes flicker toward Zoro before returning to you “I can show you some of the best views in the town. Perhaps Zoro doesn’t mind… after all, I’m sure he’s busy with his… training.”

You blink, slightly taken aback by his boldness. You glance at Zoro, but to your surprise, he’s sitting there, arms crossed, his usual indifferent expression masking any emotions.

“Zoro’s fine” you say quickly, trying to shut down Miyamoto’s advances “We’re fine here. And besides, I’m not one to leave my loving companion behind.”

Miyamoto chuckles, though the sound is more mocking than playful. “Loving? You don’t have to pretend, you know. I’m sure Zoro would be fine with me taking care of you for the evening”

This is making you mad, not just his advances but also Zoro sitting them like nothing was happening, not even caring to look over you and notice the uncomfortable air around you.

You clench your fists and you're about to storm out of there until Zoro finally turns his gaze toward Miyamoto, narrowing his eyes. His usually passive attitude shifts, and there’s an unmistakable tension in the air “You’re making a mistake if you think I won’t mind and I would let you”

You watch the exchange carefully, feeling the air grow thick with unspoken words. Miyamoto takes a step back, and Zoro’s eyes briefly meet yours, the unease in his gaze not going unnoticed.

It’s late into the evening. You and Zoro are once again walking through the dimly lit streets of Wano, the mission nearing its end. The tension from Miyamoto’s advances still hangs in the air, and for the first time, Zoro seems a little different.

“You’re quiet” he remarks, glancing at you “You looks upset since that last meeting with Miyamoto, are you?”

You look at him briefly "pretty much yeah... I was feeling uncomfortable and yet you waited that long to even say something"

"I knew you could handle it alone"

"Well... I actually couldn't"

He suddenly stops walking. His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he says nothing. You can feel the weight of unspoken words pressing between you.

Then, with a sigh, he finally speaks.

"For the record, I didn’t like it either" Zoro mutters, voice quieter than usual.

You blink at him, caught off guard "What?"

His gaze flickers to the side, as if reluctant to say more "That bastard...Miyamoto. The way he looked at you, the way he talked to you." His grip on his sword tightens. "It pissed me off... but if I did something we would have been in bif trouble"

After a pause he continues, “I didn’t like the way he looked at you” Zoro says, his voice unexpectedly serious.

Your heart stutters in your chest, unsure of whether you’re hearing things “What?”

Zoro glances at you, a slight frown tugging at his lips “I told you. I actually didn’t like the way he was talking to you. He was crossing the line”

You feel a warmth spread through your chest, unsure whether it’s the alcohol or something else making your heart beat faster “Zoro…” you start, but your words fail you.

“Forget it” he says gruffly, looking away as if the conversation never happened. But there’s something different in the way he speaks, something real this time.

You pause, staring at him. Could it be that… the act was becoming more than just a mission? Was Zoro feeling the same as you were?

“Zoro” you start again, but before you can say anything more, he steps forward, closing the gap between you two. His hand touches yours, almost like it’s an accident, but when he doesn’t pull it away, you realize it’s not.

The moment stretches on, and you can feel the tension dissipate into something new.

Without thinking, you lean into him “Maybe this act wasn’t so bad after all.”

Zoro stares down at you, his eyes flickering with something indecipherable “Maybe not” he replies, voice low and barely above a whisper.

He takes your hand in a better and firm way now and start walking again, hand in hand.

You smile at him, a small blush on his cheeks, trying to avoid your eyes. And for the first time, you wonder if the lines between the pretend lovers and real feelings are starting to blur.

[glamourscat]

FLOWERS? ISAGI YOICHI X READER

the bastard münchen vs pxg match HAS FINALLY ENDED. A lil (late Valentine’s) childhood bestie! x Isagi fic because I love him so much

Pathetic.

That’s how Isagi felt; truly and utterly pathetically in love.

It was foolish of him, really, falling for his childhood best friend. The one person who knew him better than anyone else, the one constant in his life. And yet, he had fallen anyway.

He had known you since before you could even string proper sentences together, back when the biggest problem in your tiny world was who got to play with the fluffy teddy bear. He had been there for every phase of your life, just as you had been for his.

The bad haircuts, the breakouts, the braces. The cringe stylistic choices that made you both groan whenever old pictures resurfaced. The triumphs and failures, the reckless dreams and harsh realities. Every best and worst moment you had been by each other’s side.

And because of that, maybe he should have realized sooner.

Your parents, his parents, had always teased. “You two will end up together eventually.” A statement so casual, so inevitable in their wise eyes. Maybe that was why he held back for so long. Maybe it was out of sheer defiance, or maybe it was the terrifying truth that you already saw him. Every flaw, every insecurity, every crack in his carefully built walls.

And yet, you still chose to stay.

To love someone who truly sees you, all of you, and still stays by your side? That scared the shit out of him.

But Blue Lock is over now. He felt like he had aged thirty years in that soccer prison, but it had been worth it. Because now, he was here. Walking freely through the streets with the weight of his dream in his hands. He was part of Japan’s World Cup team.

And you, his best friend, his everything, would be by his side, not just as his anchor but also as the team’s manager.

Isagi exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the selection of flowers before him.

He had faced some of the greatest strikers in the world. Outwitted geniuses on the field. Fought, struggled, won.

And yet, confessing to you on Valentine’s Day? Felt like the biggest challenge he had to yet face.

“Roses are too much, right?” he mumbled under his breath, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he stared at the bouquets like they were an opposing team’s defensive lineup. Puzzle pieces hardly connecting in his brain. “I mean… yeah, they literally scream romance, but isn’t that kind of obvious? Too predictable? Shit.”

The old lady behind the counter glanced at him, unimpressed. She had seen countless lovesick fools in this exact position before, hell, today alone and Isagi fell right into that category.

Tulips? Too plain. Sunflowers? You might think he was calling you bright and cheerful, which—yeah, fair, but what if you took it as a joke? Lilies? What do lilies even mean?!

“You need help?” the florist finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” he admitted immediately. “I mean—yes? No. I’m just trying to figure out what flowers match a card that I, uh, may or may not have rewritten six times… as a valentines gift. Which turned out fine! I think. Maybe. Hopefully.”

The florist hummed, giving him a long, knowing look before glancing at the selection in front of her. “Alright, what kind of message are we going for here? Romantic? Sweet? ‘I’ve been in love with you since childhood and only just realized it because I’m a dumbass’?”

Isagi choked. “Why would you say it like that?!”

She gave him the flattest stare of his life. “Because that’s exactly what’s happening.”

He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, fair point.”

The florist smirked before plucking a bouquet from the display. “Here. Go with these. A mix of daisies, lavender and forget-me-nots. It says you care, but you’re not coming on too strong. Subtle romance, but meaningful. Perfect for an idiot in denial.”

He took the bouquet, staring at it like it held the secrets of the universe. “Huh. Yeah. This… this actually works. How did you—”

“Experience, kid. Now go before you start overthinking again.”

Isagi nodded, clutching the flowers like they were the winning ball in a match. Alright. Flowers? Check. Card? Done—well, kind of. Cake? As good as it was gonna get.

Now, he just had to actually go back home and give them to you.

…Oh, shit.

This was really happening.

This might actually kill him.

He is pretty sure his heart is beating faster than the last goal he scored while playing for bastard münchen. He feels like throwing up. Was this normal? Probably not. But despite everything he wants you to know. He needs you to know that at the end of the day, pathetic or not, Isagi Yoichi is in love with you. And it was damn time he did something about it.

But for his luck, as he walked out of the flower shop, he almost crashed into someone.

“I am so—“ before he could even get the words out his soul almost came out of his body.

YOU. Out of everyone, you. In front of him. With a bouquet of flowers too. Wait, FLOWERS? Who— you…. Did— who gave you those?

“Yoichi” you say, words coming out slightly higher pitched than intended, trying to act normal, but you’re pretty sure the panicked expression you were trying to fight off with a smile came off more as you were constipated, more than anything else.

“Y/n” he says, seemingly unaware of your mental state, thankfully? Or maybe you should be worried that he was so oblivious to it.

“ Are you g—“

“Who— gave you those?” He said so quickly, not even allowing you to finish your sentence.

Your eyes fall to the flowers in your arms, if your cheeks weren’t red before, you’re pretty sure they are now.

“Who gave you those?” you say, nodding to the flowers he had in his arms. Trying to change the subject.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second”

A moment of silence before you two burst out laughing from the strange moment.

“Alright— alright. On the count of three? Together?” You says amused

One. Two. Three.

“I got them from you” you two say in unison.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

That’s what his brain was screaming. He probably looked like an absolute moron, standing there with a confused expression and jaw open as he looked at you. Huh? Him? YOU GOT FLOWERS FOR HIM— AKCKEPWLCNGIVVIFNRNWPW.

“You— eh?”

That was it. That was all his brain could come up with. World-class striker, future ace of Japan, but the second you said you got flowers for him? Immediate system failure.

You smiled, shy but warm, the edges of your expression softening in that way that was playful yet so beautiful. It made his heart feel like it was about to spontaneously combust. “Yeah, you—is that so weird?”

Yes. No. Maybe. His brain was still rebooting.

“You—you got me flowers?” he repeated, as if the words might make more sense if he said them out loud.

“I mean, yeah,” you said, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The bouquet in your arms crinkled as you fidgeted with the wrapping. “It’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it? I figured i had to be clear because you’re so dense sometimes.”

“I’m not dense!” he argued immediately.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Okay, fine. Maybe a little dense,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out the rest of the world. “But—wait, why did you…?”

The words hung heavy in the air. Why did you get me flowers?

You took a shaky breath. “Because I like you, idiot.”

“I—wait—what?” He blinked, gripping his bouquet tighter like it might hold him upright. “Like… like-like?”

“Damn… and you say you aren’t dense” a small snort left your lips. “Yes, like-like!” you huffed, but your voice trembled a little. “I’ve… kinda liked you for a while. And I figured—if I didn’t say anything today, I’d probably chicken out forever and cry myself to sleep for the next month. Maybe two.”

“You like me,” he repeated dumbly, trying to wrap his head around it.

You tilted your head, exasperated. “Yoichi, please tell me those flowers are for me or am I about to die of embarrassment right now?”

“What? NO—I mean, yes! Yes, I like you too!” The words practically exploded out of him, way louder than he meant to. “I’ve liked you since—God, I don’t even know when. Probably since that stupid teddy bear fight when we were kids.. And—” Lord, he is rambling now. “And I have made you a card. A beautiful one, I think you will like it. And a cake. Though I burnt it the first time. Maybe the second time too. But, fuck yes, I like you too”

For a second, neither of you said anything. You just stood there, two idiots clutching flowers, blushing like middle schoolers with their first crushes.

Finally, you exhaled, shaking your head as you tried not to laugh. “Wow. We’re really bad at this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. “But, like… at least we’re bad at it together?”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Together, huh?”

“I mean… if you want that. If you want me.” He said, trying not to look more giddy than he already is.

“I wouldn’t be standing here holding flowers and trying to not burst into flames after a confession that I definitely did not rehearse in my head twenty times for you if I didn’t, genius.”

In a rush of courage, Isagi moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, bouquets squished in between your guys’ chests. You smelled like warmth and home.

“Can I—uh,” he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, “can I kiss you?”

“Yoichi, if you don’t kiss me after all that, I’ll start overthinking and we know—.”

He doesn’t need anything else. His smile shushed you, as his lips finally met yours in a kiss that was a bit messy, yet soft and sweet. You tasted like that tea you like so much. A mix of honey, flowers and sugar that makes him greedy for more. Despite being in the middle of the sidewalk and in retrospect, he will for sure be embarrassed about the pda later.

But that’s a problem for later. Because the realisation that fuck yes, he is finally kissing you, settles in. And for the first time that day, but perhaps in his entire life, his brain went completely and blissfully quiet.

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[simbistardis]

Being black and Aromantic is an experience. When I came out through social media my family felt the need to drill me with questions about my past romantic relationships and why now all a sudden, I’d chosen to go by Aro. I remember talks of bandwagons, even though I can count the number of aro-spec black people I’ve met on one hand with like three fingers. In church when my oldest sister led the prayer, she alluded to how younger kids had so many demons they had to fight, and I instantly knew what she meant. Subsequently, my being Aro had become a thing to pray off and use as a talking point in Sunday school rather than being discussed on a deeper and serious level with just myself. But when we did speak about it the conversations felt like an interrogation. It always felt like black culture couldn’t align much with Aromanticism, especially cause growing up I was taught that marriage was the end goal and that’s what I should want but I don’t think marriage was in my plans. I would dream of having dogs and living alone in a big house instead of having a romantic partner. For me being Aro and black is an interesting intersection because romance is very much portrayed in black narratives in both good and bad ways, but it’s never talked about in the capacity to which I experience alloromanticism. Alloromanticism is never ‘the decline of romantic attraction’ or ‘the strong romantic attraction to people only when I know them just as well as I know myself’. With my demiromantic identity people don’t understand the difference it has from regular attraction . My attraction is fluid so in the case of when I feel more Demi I’m glued to one person and one person only for a really long time. Attraction like that is what I wish was shown on TV and not just packaged as someone who's got an obsession and needs to get over someone. They could be Demiromantic. A thing I love about being Aro-spec is how comfortable it feels. Like I don’t feel this overwhelming need to perform. If my partner knows I’m on the Aro-spec they know it’s best not to try to force romantic gestures or even be offended by my lack of attraction at times. ... How come black women just can’t experience attraction a bit differently from how everyone says we should. So many black and brown men and women probably have to repress the way they feel and run the risk of being the bad guy because no one would understand or want to navigate the ways in which they experience Aromanticism. They bottle it up and when things go wrong probably find it easier to just blame themselves for not being enough or their partner when really, they just have to look into themselves and their orientation. I think black women could feel more assertive in themselves if they realized that they can be Aromantic and not pushed into this box where they have to play a role they don’t want to play. Black women deserve to explore romantic orientations as well as sexual ones and have a deep dive into how they feel. And that should be respected. To black Aromantic people I say keep pushing the odds, keep daring to form a new mold for black kids to come because we’re drowned in content and media that tells us we’re overly sexualized and romanticized and that can change with us. Our families and friends may not understand, the world may not even understand, but as long as you get who you are that’s honestly all that matters. As a collective we can help each other learn and grow, we can push each other in our advocacy and know it’s not a competition. All our efforts should be us trying to get Aromanticism to be taken as seriously as any other orientation.

Being Aroflux and Black by Kimberly Butler (@/TheAsexualGoddess) on AUREA (2021)

[yara0546]

୨୧ When they confess their love, but you think it’s a joke .    .    .    반응 ; ୨୧

୨୧ Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader

୨୧ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Light Angst, Comedy

୨୧ Word Count: 1,000–1,200 words

୨୧ Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, because I sometimes use a translator in some sentences.

୨୧ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

Masterlist

✦ Heeseung   ୨୧   ;   희승   !

You were sitting across from Heeseung at a café, laughing at a funny memory when he suddenly stopped mid laugh.

"I like you, Y/N. A lot." His voice was softer than usual, his gaze locked onto yours.

You chuckled. "Pfft, sure, Heeseung. And I’m secretly a billionaire."

His smile faltered for a split second before he leaned in, resting his arms on the table. "I’m serious."

You blinked at him, still half-expecting him to laugh it off. But when he didn’t, your breath hitched. His usual playful demeanor was gone his eyes held nothing but sincerity.

"I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/N. Don’t laugh it away."

At that moment, you realized this wasn’t a joke.

✦ Jay   ୨୧   ;   제이   !

Jay had been dropping hints for weeks, but when he finally gathered the courage to confess, you just… laughed.

"Oh, Jay, that’s a good one! You almost got me."

His jaw clenched, and he exhaled sharply. "Y/N. I’m. Not. Joking."

You still grinned. "Come on, Jay, you’re always teasing me. Why would this be any different?"

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated but keeping his cool. "Because this is the first time I’m telling you something that actually matters." His voice was lower now, more serious.

Seeing the shift in his tone, your stomach dropped. He wasn’t playing around.

✦ Jake   ୨୧   ;   제이크   !

Jake’s confession was clumsy but heartfelt.

"I… um… I like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. More than just friends."

You burst out laughing. "Jake, stop, you’re too funny!"

His face turned beet red, and he started fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. "Wait… what? You think I’m joking?"

You nodded, still giggling. "Well, duh! You flirt with everyone!"

Jake’s eyes widened, and he stepped closer. "Yeah, but not like this. Not with you."

Your laughter faded as his sincerity sunk in. Oh.

✦ Sunghoon   ୨୧   ;   성훈   !

Sunghoon confessed in the middle of a casual conversation, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I like you, Y/N. It’s kind of annoying how much I do."

You snorted. "Nice try, Sunghoon. You’re hilarious."

He narrowed his eyes. "What part of that was funny?"

You smirked. "You? Liking me? No way."

Sunghoon crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall. "Wow. You really think I’d joke about something like this?"

You hesitated. Sunghoon wasn’t laughing. In fact, he looked offended.

"I don’t say things I don’t mean, Y/N. Maybe you should think about that."

✦ Sunoo   ୨୧   ;   선우   !

Sunoo’s confession was all sparkles and confidence.

"Y/N, I have a confession to make. I like you, and I think we’d be the cutest couple ever."

You gasped theatrically. "Oh no, Sunoo’s finally lost his mind!"

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then placed a hand over his chest.

"EXCUSE ME?!"

You giggled. "Come on, you love attention. This is just for fun, right?"

His mouth fell open. "How DARE you underestimate my sincerity! Do you know how many times I practiced this in front of the mirror?!"

His over the top reaction made you laugh even harder until you saw the actual hurt in his eyes.

"Y/N… I really meant it."

Oops.

✦ Jungwon   ୨୧   ;   정원   !

Jungwon confessed after days of overthinking.

"I like you, Y/N. Like… more than a friend."

You burst into laughter. "Jungwon, that was so deadpan. You need to work on your delivery."

His face remained neutral. "It wasn’t a joke."

You faltered. "Wait… you’re serious?"

Jungwon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Why would I joke about something like this?"

Your heart pounded. You had just laughed in his face. Oh no.

"It’s fine." He forced a small smile. "I’ll just… pretend you didn’t say that."

Now you felt horrible.

✦ Ni-ki   ୨୧   ;   니키   !

Ni-ki’s confession was blunt and direct.

"I like you. A lot."

You immediately rolled your eyes. "Haha, good one, Ni-ki."

He frowned. "What’s funny?"

"You! You’re always teasing me, why would I believe this?"

His expression darkened slightly. "Because it’s true?"

You still looked skeptical, and he huffed. "You know what? Fine. Don’t believe me. But I’ll prove it to you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How?"

Ni-ki smirked. "Just wait and see."

And from that day on, he made it his mission to show you exactly how much he meant it.

[yailtsv]

Reader/Paige where Paige is a Secret admirer and leaves notes and little gifts to the reader(like from the 1st to the 14th) eventually leading up to a Valentines Day Date where Paige is waiting all nervous hoping the reader shows and they both can admit feelings towards each other. Very fluffy

Secret Admirer - p.b

💌 Syn: you have a secret admirer that just so happens to be your best friend

»»— warnings: none i don’t think

»»— notes: i’m really proud of this one 🙃 i’ve also never watched the notebook i just know it’s considered a romance movie so i went with it 🤷‍♀️

»»— word count: 2.7k

»»— pair: Paige x Gf!reader

the last 13 days have been weird for you as one could say. it started with a bouquet of roses outside your dorm room with a note that just said "from: your secret admirer" and that was on the first of february.

the 2nd day was a gaint stuffed bear  outside your dorm room - like the gaint ones you would get at costco but not exactly those bears as this one is a stuffed panda bear. there was no note for this one.

the third day was a assortment of valentines balloons and a box of iced cookies and chocolate dipped strawberries with a note that said "to the most beautiful girl - your secret admirer"

the next 10 days got even freakier. you got multiple different jewelry options on different days, you got your favorite things in a basket one day, you got a build a bear one day with it already named and everything, you got at least 3 more bouquets all different colors and all different flowers, and on the 13th you received a box full of letters - like actually hand written love letters

you were going absolutely crazy. you couldn't figure out who it was but you knew it had to of been someone you were close to because they knew all of your preferences and likes/dislikes or i guess maybe you we're getting stalked right now

you're picky with your jewelry and they knew that somehow. all of the jewelry was picked and created the way you like all of your jewelry to be. not to mention you literally received a basket full of your favorite snacks,foods, smell good things, and clothing brands.

since the first day of february you have been going around asking all of your friends if it was them with all of them looking at you confused and saying no. someone had to of been lying, there was absolutely no way not one of them knew what was going on.

the letters you received on the 13th were your 13th reason - this was probably your biggest crash out

you were honestly starting to believe all your friends - that they had no idea what was going on, and you we're starting to panic

what if i have a stalker?

what if i am being watched right now?

do i need to call the cops?

those were only some of the thoughts running around in your head. your friends weren't helping either, they were only calling you dramatic and to live a little.

"you're getting expensive jewelry and gifts for free, just take it" one of your friends had told you after you told her you we're starting to get concerned

that did not ease any of your concerns. after you got back to the dorms from class you decided to study the letters and see what you could find out about your "secret admirer" - which was absolutely nothing other than they're down right in love with you.

while reading one of the letters there was a knock at your door making you look up towards that door and eventually stand up to open said door - only to see nobody there...like at all

you were about to close the door when a box on the ground caught your attention, making your breath hitch but slowly and hesitantly grab the box anyway and make your way back into the safety of your dorm - behind the closed and locked door obviously

when opening the box you come face to face with a beautiful white dress with puffy see-through sleeves, a pair of white red bottom high heels, and a note

come to the park tomorrow night @ 6:30 and wear this.

don't be scared, you know me.

- your secret admirer

you don't know wether to be relieved or more terrified. "don't be scared, you know me" could mean that you do actually know this person and they are your friend or it could mean that someone's been watching you enough to know that you're starting to get creeped out and want to make sure that you show up to the park.

you pull out the dress and the heels setting them on your desk when you see another note in the box

you once accidentally in high school spilt your drink all over your math teachers white pants and he gave you detention for a week.

-your secret admirer that's not a creepy stalker

you laughed at the signed name before remembering the other part of the note - there are only a few people that know that secret as you were really embarrassed about the whole situation, and those people are your immediate family ....and paige your best friend since high school

wait is paige my secret admirer? no she can't be. but she's the only other person that knows that. but there is absolutely no way paige is my secret admirer right?

you didn't sleep much that night. you were going back and forth with your brain wether paige was your secret admirer or not but your decided you were gonna go to the park that night

you couldn't keep questioning everything without getting answers and now? the answers are gonna be directly handed to you tonight, - obviously with your location on and sent to your mom and 9-1-1 on speed dial

it's finally time to leave. for the last few hours you've paced, showered, did your hair and makeup, paced some more, got dressed, paced, added jewelry and other accessories, talked your self out of going, talked your self back into going and left the house before you could change your mind again

you took your time in walking to the park, as one you were obviously wearing heels right now, and two your anxiety is skyrocketing right now

you spent the walk to the park thinking of everything. all the gifts, all the words in the letters, the note with your secret, your friends reactions, all of it, trying to figure out if maybe your secret admirer was paige.

it would make sense as she knows you better than anyone. she knows how you prefer your jewelry - which not a lot of people do, she knows ALL of your favorite foods and snacks, she knows all your favorite brands - not just your favorite type of clothes, the actual clothing brand, she knows how much you love stuffed animals, and how much you appreciate hand written letters

she knows everything about you, so her being your secret admirer would be a reasonable thought.

but you still can't wrap your head around that thought. you've been in love with paige since sophomore year of high school, you've just never said anything because you were scared of ruining the friendship + you didn't think she liked you back. you've been dating trashy men this whole time to hide your feelings for paige, but know it might not have been necessary?

you've snuck glances at her while she wasn't looking for years.

you've been her own personal cheerleader for years.

you've watched her in awe for years.

you've worn her jersey to games as a way to support her for years - but really you were also doing it for you, wearing her jersey or clothes in general felt safe to you, unlike wearing your then boyfriends clothes. they gave you a sense of comfort that you were scared to ask of her. you could be having a bad day and put on one of her hoodies and it feels like a soft bear hug from her - without actually getting the hug. the clothes are always a little oversized on you and no matter if she wore it last week or a month ago, it still has the faint smell of her. you could ask to borrow her clothes but you were scared to ask for a hug or comfort from her in general.

you've been her number 1 fan for  everything she does for years. she does no wrong in your eyes. if she's the reason the ball didn't go in during a game your not gonna admit that. your gonna say it was the other girls fault even if you and her both know that's not true, because that's your way of comforting her. she knows your never gonna blame her for stuff including the small meaningless things like wether she's the reason the ball went in or not.

so after years of yearning for her love, her comfort, her attention,  having her be your secret admirer feels like a dream you need to wake up from.

walking into the park you see an area lit up with fairy lights and candles nearby and start heading towards that

when you get closer you see a giant pink and white blanket on the ground with a picnic basket in the middle. wine glasses and wine on a small tray, a big wooden basket filled with what appears to be gifts, and a car parked just a few steps away with the trunk door open with fairy lights and a heart banner hanging from the door. the backseats were down and multiple blankets covering the seats with a few pillows

there also seemed to be a pile of clothes folded on top on the blanket made bed. "hey" you hear from the left making you turn your head to see paige walking out from behind a large tree with a bouquet of pink and purple flowers

"hey" you say back in a kinda relived tone "i know you probably have some questions so i'm just gonna start talking, first these are for you" she says nervously before walking closer to you and handing the flowers over to you, with you taking them "they're beautiful, thank you" you say after sniffing the flowers

"of course. um ok so i'm just gonna be straight up and say it. i love you. i'm in love with you. i have been ever since high school i was just scared to say it. i feel like now that we are both adults we're running out of time with our time together and i don't want that. i mean i'm entering the draft this year and am moving to texas, your going wherever your career takes you. we are both growing up and going down somewhat different paths. which is why i can't be scared to admit my feelings anymore. i'm definitely scared of you rejecting me but i can't be high school me anymore. that's not gonna get me anywhere other than losing you. i might still lose you after this but at least i won't be living in question wether you like me back or not."

"paig-" you try to say but get cut off "i'm not done. for years i've watched you get played,hurt, cheated on, mistreated, by guys that have no idea how much of an amazing person you are. they didn't know that they were losing a person that would drop everything for them, they didn't know that they were losing someone that would do anything for them, and every time you came to my room crying about the pain they caused you, i just wanted to wrap you in my arms and protect you from the world. show you how your supposed to be treated, buy you the flowers that they didn't think you deserved, buy you the gifts that they didn't want to spend their money on, give you all the attention,love, comfort, that they refused to give you. i don't want to watch you go through that again, i want to be to the one to buy you flowers, to buy you expensive things, to show you love because what they were showing you definitely wasn't love. i want to wake up beside you and be able to kiss you whenever and tell you i love you everyday-"

you set down the bouquet and run over to paige, immediately bringing her lips to yours in a rough passionate kiss

you pulled away for air first with paige chasing your lips before you put your hand on her chest "i love you so much. i've been in love with you since sophomore year of high school"

paige giggles at that confession "if only we communicated in high school right?" she says with an amused tone before pulling you back into her but this time the kiss was soft and gentle, saying the remaining words paige didn't get to say.

after the love confessions you and paige ate the food she packed and talked for awhile before paige saw you starting to shiver

"cmon" she says standing up and holding her hands out for you "what? where we going?" you asked while she pulled you up

she didn't answer and instead just pulled you to the car and handed you one of the stacks of clothes and grabbed a blanket holding it up

"get dressed in those, i'm gonna hold the blanket up and look away" you don't question her and do as she says, getting dressed in the way to long sweatpants and oversized hoodie that still smells like paige

"alright i'm done" you say making paige put down the blanket "get in the trunk and get comfy, im gonna go pick up our stuff" she says setting the blanket down "i can help?" you say watching her as she turned back around from walking towards the picnic area "nope, get comfy in the trunk, i'll be back." paige says before walking away

you just shake your head with an amused smile on your face but listen to her anyway and get in the trunk and under one of the blankets. you can see her grabbing all the stuff and then eventually made her way back to the car - putting all the stuff in the drivers seat before moving back to the trunk area, taking off the lights and heart banner on the outside of the car as there was some lights she hooked up around the inside of the car too - so you guys still had light

she then gets in the trunk herself, shutting the trunk door and handing you her ipad "find a movie or something for us to watch" you take the ipad from her and put the password in going to netflix

from the corner of your eye you can see her take off her open button up shirt and crop top leaving her in her bra before she puts on a team usa hoodie then also changing from her jeans to a matching pair of sweatpants

you look back towards the ipad before she sees you were definitely checking her out - deciding on the notebook

she takes her outfit she just took off and shoes putting them in the passenger seat before grabbing your dress and heels and doing the same

"did the heels fit good?" she asks while also going under the blanket and getting comfortable "yeah, but if you're gonna buy me stuff i'm putting you on a budget. today, plus the outfit, plus all the gifts leading up to today must've cost you a fortune." you say as she went onto her side, and grabbed the ipad putting it on the side of the car door in front of you

"how about i worry what i spend my money on and you enjoy being spoiled? cause i ain't gonna stop spoiling you." she says while wrapping her arm around your waist and turning you so your also on your side - with your back to her chest

you just shake your head amused before she reaches over and starts the movie. during the intro you and her both moved a little bit to get more comfortable before cuddling into each other more

halfway during the movie you could basically feel paige's nerves - for what reason? you have no idea so you just reach up and hold her hand that's above your head - as her arm is acting as a pillow right now

paige leans her head closer to your ear "will you be my girlfriend?" you turn your head before turning your whole body to face her and look into her eyes

you lean up and gently cradle her face in your hands and bringing her face to yours and giving her another passionate kiss

"yes i'll be your girlfriend"

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03 @ldapper

[yungistiny]

camgirl ═ chapter five

[ S. Mingi ]

chapter five: I’m yours

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summary: mingi just really needs some cash and he was told all he had to do was hold a camera. simple enough. he just didn’t anticipate the type of content he’d be helping to create

warning: emo mingi, stoner mingi, switch mingi, switch reader, mingi is hung, creampie, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, masturbation, rough sex, degradation, size kink, spitting, deep throating

pairing: mingi x afab/reader

genre: smut, angst, drama, romance

word count: 2.6k

chapter four

chapter six coming soon

masterlist

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“Look at her…” Mingi had the camera in one hand and y/n hair pulled back with his other hand as he had her buried into her mattress on her stomach while he slammed, hard, pounding into her from behind. “I think it’s too much for her.” He turned the camera towards himself, smirking at their viewers.

“Is she crying?” Mingi turned the camera back onto y/n, her whimpers and moans muffled in the sheets. He let her hair go, bringing his hand down harsh onto her ass, the spank eliciting a moaning scream from her. “Such a fucking slut for me aren’t you…”

Y/N was a fucking mess. The viewers wanted degradation and rough. And Mingi was certainly giving them what they wanted. The power in his thrusts made it difficult for y/n to lift her head. “Mi….Mingi…” she gave up trying to conceal his real name.

“What’s that?” Mingi taunted her, reaching his free hand down onto the mattress above her head, leaning down so he could whisper in her ear so that only she could hear. “Is it too much?” His voice was much more gentle when asking and y/n shook her head. “I…. I need to see you.”

Y/N whimpered when he pulled out of her, Mingi sitting the camera back on the stand, angled perfectly on them. He landed one last, less harsh, smack on her ass before flipping her over. Because fuck, whatever she wanted he’d give her.

Mingi gripped her legs, pulling y/n towards him as he let her wrap herself around him, crawling like a predator up her body, mouth leaving open mouth hot kisses on her breast as he sank his length back into her.

Y/N breath hitched, it would every time his more than average size would fill her, always stretching, always stuffing her full.

Mingi moaned, deep and rumbling in his chest. She was always tight no matter if he prepped her. No matter how much his dick stretched her, and he was addicted.

He used one hand to grab her wrists, pinning her hands above her head. The stream was well over 6,000 viewers. Everyone watching Mingi make a complete mess out of their favorite streamer.

And fuck, Mingi got off on that shit. He loved that all they could do was watch him have her. Probably getting themselves off to the way he worked her. The way he filled her. The lewd and beautiful noises he could elicit from her.

Only him.

“Pussy so fucking good.” Mingi wrapped his other hand around her throat, lightly squeezing as he thrusted deep and slow for once, feeling every sensation of her walls clenching him. “All these people watching and it’s all mine.”

Maybe he was getting a little possessive but he couldn’t help himself. Y/N legs were shaking around him, whimpering cries leaving her because she couldn’t form a coherent thought to save her own life.

“Say it.” Mingi’s grip on her throat tightened only a little, just enough to make her moan and her walls to squeeze him so tightly he had to muffle his whimper by kissing her.

Y/N gasped against his lips, opening her eyes to meet his own. “Yours…” their pants mixed together, lips touching as Mingi started to thrust faster, harder, hitting her cervix. “It’s yours…. fuck…..”

“What is?” Mingi lifted himself back up, hand on her throat moving up to turn her face towards the camera, other hand gripping one of her legs as he started to pound into her, hitting that spot that was gonna send her over the edge repeatedly. “Tell them.”

Y/N knew she must look like a fucked out mess but she didn’t care. Her gaze, half lidded as she could feel her orgasm about to break inside her. “My pussy…. It’s yours.”

She came with a crying moan, loud, hands instinctively reaching for Mingi, anything to hold onto. Mingi grabbed both her hands in one of his bigger ones, letting her squeeze as hard as she wanted as he chased his own high.

Mingi literally felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, almost forgetting y/n told him that viewers were wanting a pull out, they wanted to see him make a complete mess of her but he wanted to come inside her so bad. “Fuck.”

He pulled out just in time to come all over her stomach, catching himself with his free hand that y/n wasn’t holding to hold himself up as he came down.

Viewers were certainly satisfied, Mingi getting up to grab the camera, bidding them all a goodnight with that crooked grin of his.

Y/N still lay in post orgasm bliss on the bed, gasping, swatting at Mingi when he was back, tongue on her sensitive and overstimulated clit. “Mingi!”

He grinned, pulling away. Mingi could take her all day long if she let him. He pulled her up, hands cupping both sides of her face as he kissed her.

“Let’s clean you up.”

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San was staring at his best friend like he was some sort of extra terrestrial alien from another planet. It was 5:30 in the morning. The sun wasn’t even up yet and there Mingi was, wide awake. Cooking.

San himself wouldn’t even be up this early on a Sunday if he hadn’t had to pee and the noises coming from the kitchen alerted him. He knew Mingi had gotten home just after 11:00 the night before from Y/N place. Another streaming session.

This was the third day in a row Mingi was up before sunrise. San leaned against the kitchen island, watching him boil some eggs, an already cooked bowl of rice hot and waiting. “Who are you?”

Mingi turned to look at him, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, he reached his hand to push them back up. “What?”

“This is y/n, isn’t it?” San was grinning. He had never seen Mingi down this bad before. “You really like her.”

Mingi rolled his eyes. So he was waking up early? He had been since he did that morning at y/n. Just thinking about her made him want her. He had just seen her, came home, he had showered with her at her place, and passed out.

It had only been like seven hours but he needed her.

“Fine.” Mingi turned the stove off when all of his food was done. “I like her.” He admitted, out loud, San grinning so much his dimples were on permanent display for the moment.

“Well, it’s about time.” San was genuinely happy for him. Mingi had never settled down, not really one for anything serious. He was pretty sure the closest thing his tall best friend had to being in love was with the high he got from a good blunt.

“Shut up.” Mingi grabbed his food. It’s not like he said he was in love with her. San was the one now rolling his eyes, following his best friend into the living room, both sitting on the couch.

Mingi sat his bowl of food on the coffee table, grabbing the remote to turn the tv on, waiting for it to connect to the wifi before going to Netflix.

“Why do you act like being in love is such a bad thing?” San was a romantic at heart. He loved the idea of love. To have that one person who could fully complete you.

Mingi turned on his favorite season of Shameless. “Because, you fall in love, then you get married. Have kids. Work at a job you probably hate to support a family you probably barely ever get to see.” He shrugged, taking the first bite of his food. “What’s the point?”

San stared at him like he was an idiot. “You do know just because you’re in love that you don’t have to do any of those things.”

Mingi wished his best friend would just drop it. He didn’t want to turn into his dad or brother. Working at the same job for years, stuck in the same routine. It had gotten to where his older brother barely even saw Mingi’s sister in law and when he did, all they did was argue.

“Fine.” San huffed, letting it go, for now. “Be stubborn.” He stood up, stretching his arms above his head, yawning. “I’m going back to bed.” It was an off day for him and he planned on sleeping in.

Mingi tried not to let San’s words affect him.

He really did.

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Mingi dropped the white envelope in his hand down onto the desk, his dad looking at him over the rim of his glasses, fingers paused from their typing on his keyboard. “What is that?”

“All the money I owe you.” Mingi shoved the sleeves of the black hoodie he had on up to his elbows. He had more than enough to pay his dad back. Y/N no longer paid him for being a cameraman, he was part of the stream now. Half of what was made from the streams was deposited directly to his account.

“Where did you get it?” His dad arched a brow at him, looking so much like an older version of himself it kind of terrified Mingi “Drugs. I sell drugs now.”

His dad snorted at his sarcastic joke, grabbing the envelope of money and dropping it into the black safe beside his desk. “Will this job last?”

Mingi clenched his jaw to keep himself from saying something smartass. He changed the subject. “Mom said your anniversary party is Wednesday. She’s already pestering me about my hair and dressing nice.”

“Just bleach it.” His dad shrugged, standing up, an inch taller than Mingi himself. “She won’t care.” He ruffled his son’s faded pink hair. They might butt heads often but Mingi was a lot more like his dad then he was aware of.

“Dad…” Mingi hesitated, the words he wanted to say were stuck on his tongue. “I’m sorry.” The apology was probably long overdue but Mingi was stubborn. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain in the ass.”

The silence between them was understanding. Acceptance. His dad hugged him and suddenly Mingi felt small. He can’t remember the last time he’d hugged him. “You’re just growing up in your own way son.”

They pulled apart, both smiling the same smile. Mingi really was the spitting image of his dad. “Do you think you could….” Once again Mingi hesitated. “make mom a little extra happy for me?”

“What did you do?”

“I haven’t done anything!”

His dad laughed, shaking his head in amusement at his youngest son. “What for?”

“I’m bringing someone to the anniversary party with me…. I’ve sort of been seeing someone.” Mingi might be avoiding the fact that he was kind of sort of falling in love with y/n but she was still more than just a friend. More then a coworker. And certainly more than just some girl he was fucking.

“Oh.” His dad understood now. Mingi’s mother was a loving person. Down to earth and would do anything for those she loved but, she always hated, maybe hate was a strong word, any person her sons brought around. It took her three years to warm up to Mingi’s sister in law.

“I can’t promise anything.”

“At least get her to play nice.” Mingi was practically begging. He loved his mom more than anything but he wouldn’t let her just be rude to y/n. He wasn’t like his brother with the way he used to let their mother be a complete mother in law from hell for the longest time. He would have to step in and Mingi didn’t think his mother would like who he’d choose.

Fuck.

Mingi really hated San for putting that love shit in his head.

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It was late. Thunder was loud in the dark, cloudy night sky. Rain poured and Y/N sighed from where she was crouched down, staring at her cat who was hiding under the couch. “Gladiolus, you’re inside, the thunder can’t get you.”

The giant black cat had always been scared of thunderstorms. “Fine.” Y/N gave up, her cat always hid until the noises outside stopped.

Her doorbell rang followed by another loud boom of thunder and then everything went dark. All the electricity went out, plunging her entire house into darkness.

The doorbell rang again causing y/n to jump. It was almost midnight in the middle of a thunderstorm, who the hell was at her door?

She hissed when her knee hit the coffee table, gritting her teeth as she made her way towards the front door in the dark. The door opened just as the doorbell rang again. “Mingi?” Y/N could just catch sight of him as lightning flashed brightly across the sky. The entire block in her neighborhood seemed to be without electricity.

“What are you doing here?” He hadn’t called or texted and they didn’t have a stream to do. His breathless answer made y/n thighs clench and her nipples to harden both from the cold wind that blew in and the deep neediness of Mingi’s voice. “I need you.”

He came all the way to her house in a thunderstorm because he needed her?

Y/N grabbed his hand, pulling him into the house and out of the rain, his hoodie soaked. She couldn’t see his face but that didn’t stop her from standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

She had no idea what the hell they were but she didn’t care to question it.

Mingi pulled away long enough to pull his rain soaked hoodie off, letting it plop on the floor with a wet thud. His hands gripped at her curves through the oversized shirt she had on, blindly stumbling together through the dark.

Y/N yelped and Mingi screamed when he tripped, both of them tumbling to the carpeted floor somewhere in the living room. Mingi grunted before giggling, y/n now straddling his waist and he really wished he could see more than a dark silhouette of her.

Y/N leaned down, lips just barely brushing Mingi’s own. “You stain my carpet Song Mingi and you’ll pay to clean it.”

Mingi grinned in the darkness, gripping her hips and sitting up to pull her shirt over her head. His lips latched around a nipple he found with his tongue, gaining him one of those moans of y/n that he loved so much.

Their clothes were gone as quickly as they fell, scattered around the room in the dark. “Mingi….” Y/N couldn’t control anymore, couldn’t hold herself up anymore. She had been riding Mingi for what felt like forever in the lustful daze they were both under.

Mingi sat back up from where he had been laying on the floor, letting y/n control for both of them, edging them both torturously. “I got you, baby.”

A loud clap of thunder sounded as Mingi took control, flipping them over so y/n was now laying back on the floor, never breaking contact from his dick buried in her cunt.

Mingi hooked his arms under her legs in the crooks of her knees, hips rutting, his dick in her cervix, hitting that spot, the one he always made a mission to find. Y/N moans were breathless, pants shaky as she placed both her hands on each side of his face as Mingi leaned his forehead against her own.

His thrust grew sloppy, y/n was already coming, legs shaking, words broken sobs against Mingi’s lips. “Say it….. say you’re mine.”

Fuck. Mingi came with shaky moans and a tightness in his chest. His voice sounded far off to his own ears, his orgasm hitting him harder than ever.

“I’m yours.”

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[thxtmarvelchick]

JJ Valentine’s Fic Recs

in honour of Valentine’s Day (weekend bc i’m posting this late), here are my favourite fics of JJ Maybank that made the holiday a little less depressing <3 (this was originally supposed to be all obx characters but i got carried away but trust i have SO MANY MORE for the rest of the pogues (and more jj) so i’ll do a part 2 eventually)

only got the courage to post this because of @tinypinkrobot so this is for them <3

most if not all fics are x fem!reader and some are 18+ (therefore i would prefer minors not to interact with this post but i do not have the time nor the energy to check everyone’s acc), the authors are NOT responsible for your internet consumption (nor am i); be responsible, pay attention, and respect the authors boundaries! (all 18+ fics will be labelled! MINORS DNI)

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

full length fics+series

His To Keep by @pankowperfection (18+)

smut, kinda dark JJ, oral (f receiving), branding

i first read this fic almost three months ago and i still think about it all the time (i have the link in my notes app im not kidding), this author is so talented go read all their fics tbh they kill it everytime, i go to their account and reread everything all the time

summer lovin’ by @murdockcastleslut (18+ blog)

ongoing series, kook!jj, pogue!reader, if jj was raised by larissa, rafe and reader have some history

look… i will eat up every kook!jj fic that is thrown my way. the way the author writes jj and the interactions between him and reader😩, the plot is so intriguing and im always so excited for every new chapter. ALSO reader is SO jj’s girl like he is so down bad, expect cute petnames (HE CALLS HER PRINCESS ICANYSIAKSKSOSIJWIDISJSKS and then he pulled out a “my darling angel” once and im pretty sure i passed out). honestly go read all of her works bc holy shit every single one of them is fantastic.

teach me please by @mrsriddlenott (18+)

smut, bsf!jj, innocent!reader, oral (m&f receiving), reader overhears someone talking badly ab them (indirect bullying), use of good girl🤭

this is another one i’ve had in my notes app since it was posted, since then the author has written a part two and both parts are so incredibly written. their dynamic and the way you can TELL they’ve been wanting each other for so long is EVERYTHING

love on the island by @papercranesandinkstains

ongoing series, love island!au

if you follow me and pay attention to my reposts you knew this was coming… i have said it once and will say it again this is my favourite SMAU (tied with rhythm&revelry) i’ve ever read and it’s not even finished yet. the amount of time and effort put into this fic truly pays off because WOW. the graphics are beautiful. interactive polls. BANTER. jj is fumbling over himself he is so into reader😭enough said go read it.

Rhythm & Revelry by @darlingchronicles

ongoing series, university au, SMAU

the creativity is simply insane, i can’t even imagine how long it takes the author to do these chapters because she’s truly created a whole world to the point where sometimes i forget it’s not actually an app and is actually a fanfic. the relationships between characters is so beautifully developed and it’s not all romance. you get really amazing insights into the friendships between the reader (nicknamed blue) and sarah, cleo and pope. honestly i can’t even explain in words how much i love this fic. definitely a comfort fic (and i LOVE making up theories in my head as to what happened in the past iykyk). this is a long one so great for passing time (or if you’re me, ignoring your responsibilities and binging the whole thing bc you’re simply too hooked)

Kildare University by @papercranesandinkstains

completed series, two different endings (JJ or Rafe endgame depending on your preference), university au, jj plays football, reader is in band, rafe is readers ex, SMAU

ok i couldn’t just put ONE of her fanfics on here let’s be real everything this author writes turns to gold. immaculate build up, amazing chemistry, the way you can choose who reader ends up with is everything to me bc i might’ve curled up in a ball and died if i didn’t see a jj endgame. BUT everyone can be happy (ADDITIONALLY if you’re a jj AND rafe person you get double chapters sooooo what’s not to love)

narcotic by @thebestjjenthusiast

completed series, SMAU, bsf!jj

you can tell the author has an elite sense of humor bc they have me cackling at 3am. also JJ is DOWN BAD for reader it’s so funny, like expect CONSTANT flirting… this man is practically begging reader to get with him and reader is OBLIVIOUS😭, the flirting has me blushing so hard i have to pause reading sometimes just to giggle into my pillow AND the ending is perfect

summer was my first love by @vampiriito (18+) pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6

ongoing series, shy! reader, reader has social anxiety, READER WEARS GLASSES (glasses girls rise), reader has secretly had a crush on jj for like ever but he’s always been “out of her reach”… or so she thought

the build-up. readers characterization and the depiction of her social anxiety are everything to me. jj is so soft for her and he doesn’t even fully know it or understand why at first. i’ve cried multiple times reading this series AND NOT EVEN BC ITS SAD just because i feel so seen and represented. this author genuinely writes so well i cannot wait for the next part🥹

Biker!JJ Oneshot by @highpope

biker!jj, motorbike stunt

this had me blushing and giggling i’m not kidding. jj is so soft with reader and reassures her when she gets scared. when he called her pretty girl i think i passed out. the flirting in this makes me flustered no matter how many times i read it😭

First Date Oneshot by @jjsloverre

bsf!jj, sweetheart!reader, fluff, mentions of sex but no smut

the dynamic between bsf!jj and sweetheart!reader is one of my favourites. they are honestly everything to me. he’s so sweet and caring towards her (but expect innuendos and cursing bc it’s jj we all know he can’t help it). additionally you have to check out their other bsf!jj and sweetheart!reader fics too!!!

Gossip Girl by @maybejj (18+)

ongoing series, SMAU, pay attention to the trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter

DRAMAAAAAAAAAA. the plot will grasp your attention and not let go and next thing you know it’s 5am and you have class in 3 hours (not at all speaking from experience that’d be crazyyyy id never do that…🥲). JJ LOVES reader and would probably kill for them. readers friendship with kie, sarah and cleo is EVERYTHING, they are truly readers ride or dies.

secret admirer by @voidangxls

part two

kook!reader, pure fluff, jj is DOWN BAD, part of a valentines special

hands down THE CUTEST thing i’ve ever read on this app. jj gets teased by the pogues for not being able to talk to reader😭 the dual pov makes it so interesting bc you can see how in love jj is and wonder how the hell reader hasn’t noticed him staring them down 24/7😭😭 will be rereading everyday.

-blurbs/drabbles/texts (not gonna make notes on these ones but know i have every single one in my notes app and reread them CONSTANTLY, these authors are so incredibly talented <3)

Boy in Love by @everydaydreamer (18+ blog)

pure fluff, valentines blurb

texts with jj by @lillymmb

boyfriend!jj, fluff, jj LOVES reader

breeding kink concept by @moremaybank (18+)

implied but no smut, breeding kink (duh😭)

black cat!reader by @ervotica (18+)

black cat!reader, use of daddy, once again jj LOVES reader, reader is grumpy

texts with jj and desi!reader by @deadpcnned

desi!reader, jj in a kurta😩, established relationship, i just love this

boyfriend!jj by @lovelyjj

“wear whatever you want i can fight”😩, jj can throw a punch, fluff fluff fluff

passenger princess by @rubiehart (18+)

jj being fine, groping, use of “my girl”🤭

valentine’s day with jj by @seasprincess

established relationship, jj saves up to buy reader gifts, pure fluff

[aventurineswife]

Okay, but how Jiaoqiu is going to be with someone who enjoys spicy food and is very VERY tolerant to it? Like, they have little to no reaction to the dishes where one bite is enough to cause even toughest to ask for water, meanwhile they just: "Hm... Not bad, could add more spice though." *Adds extra spice*

Spice Is the Soul of Life

Summary: While preparing a fiery stew of your own creation, you share an intimate and playful moment with Jiaoqiu. As the two of you challenge each other’s tolerance for heat, the shared experience sparks a deeper connection, revealing mutual admiration and kindling an unexpected bond.

Tags: Jiaoqiu x Reader, Cooking, Slow Burn Romance, Playful Banter, Spice Tolerance Challenge, Tender Moments, Found Family.

Warnings: Descriptions of spicy food and intense heat (potentially triggering for readers sensitive to food or spice-related content), Light suggestive undertones of romance.

A/N: this lowkey sounds like me ngl...🧍‍♀️

The aroma of freshly simmering chili paste wafted through the air as you stirred a bubbling pot of stew, the crimson liquid glistening ominously. It was a dish of your own creation, a concoction so fiery that even the most daring food connoisseurs would hesitate to try it. Yet, to you, it was comfort food, a beloved indulgence that reminded you of home.

Behind you, Jiaoqiu’s soft voice broke the silence. “That scent… Sichuan peppercorns, dried ghost peppers, and…” He tilted his head slightly, his fox ears twitching. “A hint of fermented chili bean paste, isn’t it? Quite the combination.”

You turned to see him standing in the doorway of your shared kitchen, leaning lightly against the wall. Despite his blindness, his eyes, half-hidden beneath his lashes, seemed to glow in the dim light. His presence was both calming and commanding, a blend of healer’s warmth and strategist’s precision.

“You caught all that just by smell?” you asked, impressed.

“Of course,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “A refined palate starts with a refined nose. Though I must admit, the intensity of your spices makes it quite easy to identify.” He tapped his chin lightly and made his way toward the counter, his movements fluid despite his lack of sight.

“You say that as if you couldn’t handle it,” you teased, placing a bowl of the stew before him.

Jiaoqiu’s lips curved into a sly smile as he took a seat. “I’m not one to back down from a culinary challenge, especially one involving spice. Let me be the judge of its ferocity.”

You raised an eyebrow, handing him a spoon. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

With a graceful motion, Jiaoqiu took a spoonful of the stew, blowing gently on it before tasting. For a moment, he paused, his expression unreadable. Then, a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.

“Rich, layered, and delightfully numbing,” he murmured, savoring the heat that spread across his tongue. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised. “Most people would be scrambling for a glass of water by now.”

Jiaoqiu chuckled softly, his bushy tail swishing behind him. “Did you forget who you’re speaking to? I was raised in the Alchemy Commission. We specialize in potions that burn as they heal. My tolerance for spice is… considerable.”

Your eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “Oh? In that case…” You reached for the jar of extra chili oil and added a generous dollop to his bowl. “Let’s see how considerable it really is.”

Jiaoqiu’s laughter was warm and unrestrained as he stirred the added spice into his stew. “You’re a bold one, aren’t you? Very well, I accept your challenge.”

As he took another bite, you watched closely, expecting even the slightest sign of discomfort. Instead, Jiaoqiu’s expression remained serene, though a faint flush rose to his cheeks.

“Hm,” he mused, setting his spoon down. “Not bad… but I think it could use a touch more Sichuan peppercorns to balance the bitterness of the ghost peppers.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I assure you, I’m not,” he replied, his tone light but sincere. “In fact…” He reached for the peppercorn jar and added a sprinkle to his bowl, stirring it with practiced ease. “There. Now it’s perfect.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “I guess I’ve met my match.”

Jiaoqiu smiled. “And I, mine. It’s rare to find someone who shares my appreciation for spice, let alone someone who can surpass me in resilience.” He paused, his expression softening. “It’s… refreshing.”

You felt warmth rise in your chest, one that had nothing to do with the spice. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It is,” he said simply, his voice carrying a sincerity that made your heart flutter.

The two of you continued to share the fiery stew, the spice creating a shared experience that seemed to burn away any barriers between you. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the kitchen and the heat of the dish, you felt a deeper connection forming—a bond as enduring and intense as the flames you both so loved.

As the evening wore on, Jiaoqiu leaned back with a contented sigh. “You know,” he said, his tone contemplative, “spice is much like life. It burns, it numbs, but it also awakens. Perhaps that’s why I’ve always been drawn to it.”

You nodded, understanding his sentiment. “And sometimes, the hotter it gets, the more alive you feel.”

He turned his head toward you. “Exactly. And with someone like you by my side… I think I’m ready to face whatever heat life throws at me.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Careful, Jiaoqiu. You might make me think you’re a romantic under all that wisdom.”

He chuckled, his laughter as warm and comforting as the stew you’d shared. “Perhaps I am. Or perhaps… I’ve simply found someone worth sharing my fire with.”

[bradleysass]

St. Mungo's - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 696 - CW: James has schizophrenia

James wakes up to the sharp scent of antiseptic and the muffled sounds of the psych ward at St. Mungo’s. The walls are white, too white, and the light above him hums just a little too loudly, like it's trying to whisper secrets only he can hear. He shifts against the stiff sheets of his bed, gaze unfocused as he scans the room.

And there he is.

Regulus.

James swallows, blinking hard, willing the image away. He’s not real. He never is. But the boy doesn’t disappear, only steps closer with that same careful expression, his hands tucked into the pockets of his robe like he’s trying not to startle a wild animal.

“Morning,” Regulus says, voice low, careful, as though he already knows the battle James is fighting in his own head.

James exhales sharply. “Not real.”

A flicker of something crosses Regulus’ face, but he doesn’t argue. He never does—not in the way James expects. Instead, he drags the visitor’s chair beside the bed and settles in, too steady, too sure, even as his hands tremble slightly when he rests them in his lap.

James turns his head toward the window, but the outside world is distorted, like he’s seeing it through a warped lens. He taps his fingers against his wrist. Four taps. A pause. Four taps. A pause. The rhythm keeps him grounded. He counts the taps, the pause, the taps again.

“You do that when you’re overwhelmed,” Regulus notes, like he’s making a casual observation rather than dissecting James' existence. “You’re trying to remind yourself what’s real.”

James’ jaw clenches. “That’s ironic, considering you aren’t.”

Regulus exhales, a quiet, measured thing. “I’m real, James.”

James laughs, but it sounds hollow even to him. “That’s what all the voices say.”

Across the room, Barty lets out a dramatic groan. “Can you two stop your tragic romance for five minutes? Some of us are trying to enjoy our psychotic break in peace.” He’s lounging on his own bed, flipping through a battered book with pages torn out, his fingers twitching like he’s considering setting it on fire just to watch the flames. Evan, seated cross-legged on the floor beside him, nudges Barty’s foot with his own.

“Leave them alone,” Evan murmurs, not looking up from where he’s absentmindedly tracing invisible patterns on the tile. “Not everyone is content in their madness like you.”

Barty grins, wolfish. “Madness is only a problem if you let it be.”

James tears his gaze away from them, forcing himself to look at Regulus again. The boy hasn’t moved, still watching him with the same patient intensity that makes James feel like he’s being dissected. But not in the way Healers do, with their prodding questions and potions that make his head feel stuffed with cotton. No, Regulus watches him like James is something important, something worth understanding.

James’ throat tightens. He doesn’t know how to handle that.

“If you’re real,” he rasps, “prove it.”

Regulus leans forward, slow and deliberate. “What would it take for you to believe me?”

James hesitates. There’s no right answer, no proof he could ever trust. The delusions are always so convincing. But still—

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he challenges. “Something the voices couldn’t make up.”

Regulus’ lips twitch, something like amusement, something like sadness. “Your first memory of me isn’t the first time we met.”

James stiffens. “What?”

“You think it was fifth year, in the Quidditch stands after a match. But we met before that.” Regulus tilts his head slightly. “When you were eight, you got lost in Diagon Alley. You were crying behind Flourish and Blotts, and I found you. You wouldn’t stop talking about how your mum was going to kill you for wandering off.”

James’ stomach twists. He—he doesn’t remember that. And yet—

A flicker of something. A shadow of a memory buried deep in the recesses of his mind. A small boy with grey eyes, quiet and serious, offering him a Chocolate Frog while they waited for someone to find him.

His breath catches. “How—”

“I’m real, James,” Regulus says again, softer this time. “You just have to let yourself believe it.”

[itsnesss]

Hi, I was wondering if you could make an axel fanfic where him and the reader who has a secret relationship where she wears the goggles for the first time and she sees axel she starts acting different and happy. Thank you so so much. :)

𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | fluff/soft romance, humor, secret relationship, minor embarrassment/public confession

word count | 1.2 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You have no idea when Hawk and Demetri decided that their latest invention had to be tested at the dojo. Even less how you ended up as the volunteer to experience those AI goggles that, according to them, would revolutionize martial arts training.

“You’re going to freak out,” Hawk says with a smug grin as he adjusts the goggles on your head. “This will let you see anyone you choose as your opponent, and your brain will process it as if it were real.”

You nod with a nervous smile. It’s not that you don’t trust them… well, you kind of don’t. But your curiosity is stronger. Besides, the idea of training with anyone you can imagine is too tempting.

What no one knows —and what makes you blush just thinking about it— is that you’ve already decided who you want to see when you put the goggles on. Axel.

Your Axel.

Your relationship with him is a well-kept secret, a bond both of you decided to keep hidden for now due to past events. Axel is reserved, almost too serious for someone your age, but when you’re alone, his smile and soft gaze melt away any barrier he builds. No one suspects the two of you, and that’s how you prefer it. But today… today you’ll see him, even if it’s just an illusion.

“Ready,” Hawk says, interrupting your thoughts.

You nod, swallowing hard as the goggles turn on. Everything around you fades for a second, and then…

There he is. Axel.

Your heart skips a beat. He’s wearing his gi and has that intense look that always leaves you breathless. It’s so real that your hands tremble.

“Wow!” you exclaim without meaning to, catching everyone’s attention.

“Do they work that well?” Miguel asks curiously.

“Yes… yes, too well,” you reply quickly, unable to take your eyes off “Axel.” Your cheeks burn, but you don’t care. All you see is him, smirking in that way he only does when you’re alone together.

“Let’s fight!” Hawk shouts excitedly.

You take your stance, though you’re not really thinking about fighting. You just want to enjoy this moment. “Axel” looks at you with that sparkle in his eyes, one that gives you butterflies. You can’t help but smile like an idiot, something you rarely do during training.

“What’s up with her?” Sam whispers to Robby as they watch you looking… happy.

But you don’t even notice. Your mind is too busy admiring every detail of that face you know so well, those lips you’ve kissed in secret over and over again.

You take a step forward, raising your fists, but “Axel” lowers his.

“Aren’t you going to fight me?” his voice is soft, like when he calls you in the middle of the night just to hear your voice.

Your heart races even more.

“Not if you don’t want me to,” you whisper, completely forgetting you’re in the middle of the dojo with everyone watching.

“What the hell?!” Hawk exclaims.

“Who is she fighting?” Robby asks, puzzled.

Miguel frowns, sensing something’s off.

“I’m going to…” “Axel” steps closer, and your breath catches. “…hug you if you keep looking at me like that.”

A small excited squeal escapes you, and Hawk and Demetri exchange surprised looks.

“This is… unexpected,” Demetri murmurs. “I thought she was going to fight, not flirt with her opponent.”

You barely hear them. You take another step, smiling like you just won the lottery. You raise your hands and lightly touch “Axel’s” face with your fingertips, feeling only the air where your mind imagines his skin.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you today?” you whisper, biting your lip.

Miguel, on the other side of the dojo, freezes.

“Wait…” he says. “Me?”

Hawk frowns. “No… she said Axel, didn’t she?”

Demetri checks the data on his computer. “It seems… yeah, she picked Axel, but… I think there was a coding error.”

“WHAT?!” Hawk and Miguel shout at the same time.

“Shut up!” you snap, not taking your eyes off “Axel.” You don’t care who it really is. For you, right now, it’s Axel, your Axel, and he’s perfect.

“Axel” smiles, tilting his head. “I missed you too… so much,” he says softly.

Your knees almost give out.

“Oh my God!” Sam whispers, covering her mouth to keep from laughing.

Robby is on the verge of bursting out laughing, while Hawk looks like he’s about to have a meltdown.

“This can’t be real! This is pure gold!” Hawk exclaims, pulling out his phone to record.

“Don’t you dare!” you yell, turning for a second, but he’s already live streaming to his private dojo friends group.

Demetri tries to stop him, but it’s too late.

Meanwhile, Miguel, horrified, tries to process what’s happening. “She… she missed me? But… it’s not me?”

When you turn back, “Axel” steps even closer, and you smile, unable to help it.

“You look so good today,” you whisper. “As always.”

“Axel” (or rather, Miguel) blinks, confused. “You too… I guess,” he replies, following the AI logic.

You giggle softly, and the sound makes everyone in the dojo fall silent. They’ve never seen you this happy… or this in love.

“Since when… are they together?” Sam quietly asks Hawk.

“I didn’t know… but this explains EVERYTHING,” Hawk replies, amused.

Suddenly, a real voice, outside the goggles, speaks up. “What’s going on here?”

The real Axel has arrived at the dojo, raising an eyebrow, watching the scene with a mix of confusion and… jealousy?

You freeze.

“Axel” (the AI version) is still smiling in front of you, but your eyes now lock onto the real Axel’s, who crosses his arms, clearly waiting for an explanation.

“Why… are you looking at Miguel like that?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

You quickly take off the goggles, seeing that, yes, it’s actually Miguel standing in front of you, totally confused and a little flushed.

“It’s not what it looks like!” you blurt out quickly, but Axel is already walking closer.

“Isn’t it? Because it looked like you were telling Miguel he looked ‘as good as always.’” His voice has a teasing tone, but you see the flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

“No… I…,” you start to say, but Hawk interrupts.

“It was a glitch! She picked you, but… well…” he laughs. “She ended up flirting with Miguel.”

Axel frowns. “You picked me?” His voice is softer now, almost surprised.

Your face burns as you slowly nod. “Yes… I… I missed you,” you whisper, barely audible.

Axel relaxes, and a small smile appears on his lips. “Come here,” he says, extending his hand.

Forgetting everyone around you, you cross the dojo and take his hand. Axel gently pulls you into his chest, ignoring the shocked gasps around you.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m here.”

You cling to him, smiling, while everyone watches, open-mouthed.

“Well, I didn’t see that coming,” Robby murmurs.

Hawk laughs, satisfied. “I knew my invention would reveal secrets… but this… this exceeded my expectations.”

Axel kisses your forehead softly, ignoring the laughter and comments. Because in that moment, it’s just you and him.

And honestly, you don’t care who knows anymore.

[oceansoul001]

After 170 hours I've finished Kingdom Come Deliverance 2 and I cannot even start to describe this emptiness I'm feeling now, knowing that there is no more of this great story waiting for me to experience (at least for now). What a wild ride it was and what a surprisingly amazing game, with all the twists and turns of the plot, all the memorable characters that I deeply cared about and rooted for, all the emotions of Henry's journey and all the thoughts about war, revenge, duty, and finally making peace with the past and moving on. The emotional spectrum of the game is astounding - it can so flawlessly switch between being extremely funny or delightfully absurd to being heartbreaking or devastating in the heaviest moments. But as the game’s content is so dense and rich, that writing down all my thoughts would require a whole book, or at least a dissertation, I would like to specifically touch upon one, nomen omen touchy subject. The Henry-Hans romance.

I'm not sure if it is possible yet, but I would also like to skip over all the controversy-driven discussions regarding this romantic subplot, clearly lead in bad faith and mostly by people not even engaging with the game, and be able to talk about this topic and analyze it as it is, without questioning its right to even exist in the game. Why do I focus on this quite small and optional aspect of the game at all? Well, I’m not gonna lie – I always find the RPGs with possible romances more engaging and captivating, as love – as a general emotion, with different shades of it – is in my eyes one of the crucial aspect of any hero. So if we are already talking about the love towards parents or other family members, patriotic love for your country, or king, platonic love between friends and comrades, and then all of a sudden omit only the romantic love, something is not adding up for me. If you want to give me a rich RPG experience, give me at least one good romance option, and I’m sold. But it is not easy at all, especially the “good” part.

But as KCD2 is a very unique game when it comes to its different aspects – like the demanding, slow-paced gameplay, or the unique blend of open-world with more contained main plot missions – it is also very unique when it comes to the romance options, or, let me say it aloud – when it comes to THE main romance option, the most integral romance option, the most naturally developing romance option in the game. The Henry-Hans (optional) romance that we can observe growing very slowly throughout this 100+ hours, is for me one of the best and most meaningful depictions of love in any RPG with player's agency. This relation, even if you opt out of romance, simply has it all - is intertwined with the plot, is rooted in character development and has the possibility to depict characters together during many different situations throughout the whole game. And this is how a good romanceable character should be written in a video game – as an independent character first and foremost, NOT as a character that was created with a sole purpose to serve as said romance option. In this case Hans ALWAYS plays a meaningful part in the story, and ALWAYS shares an important bond with your Henry, regardless of player's decision whether to engage with the romance or not. But many other games seem to forget about that, or don’t manage to create the bond between characters first, before the option to romance them appears.

And then comes the hard to describe aspect of THE FEELS. The slow development of this relation, the steady growth of feelings, up to the point, when you cannot deny it any longer, and when you cannot allow yourself to not act upon them - because of the circumstances, because of this sense of impending doom, that makes all the risks worth taking, as any of you might anyway be dead the next day. Audentes Fortuna Iuvat, remember? The risk that Hans takes in the decisive moment of this relation is THE epitome of his saying, and I don’t believe it is a coincidence when it suits so perfectly to the whole theme of the game and to Hans as a character in general. And this bold risk taking is so gut-clenching and heartbreaking, but also heartwarming in this one stolen moment of happiness that seems unreal. Say what you want, but you simply cannot tell this kind of story, invoke this kind of feelings - without first having two equally developed characters, that the player equally cares for and have cared for before any romance possibility was on the horizon. Add to the mix very real external hardships (all good romances need a hardship to overcome!), that due to the time and place make this relation tragically doomed before it even has begun, and there you have it - one of the most compelling romantic stories I have experienced in a video game, hands down.

And please don’t start with medieval this, medieval that, before you stop and think about greatest medieval love stories (that we know of) – these are always stories of impossible love, of doomed love, of forbidden love. Of two people, that cannot and should not be together because of the class they belong to, because of the promises made, because of duty, because of sin and religion dogma. Don’t tell me you cannot see the comparison between Henry and Hans, and, say, Tristan and Isolde, THE number one medieval chivalric romance couple, where they commit sin against God and betray their King at the same time, every time they are together. Don’t tell me that Henry, who clearly aspires to all the ideals that we associate with knighthood – chivalry, protection of the weak, devotion to land and rightful king, and generally noble idealism, let’s call it – is not the perfect hero of chivalric romance, with Hans being of course his damsel-princess, way above his league, already promised to another and soon to be in a loveless, political marriage, spending parts of the game either captured in some tower or stuck in some castle, having to wait for his knight to safely return to him. It is all there, I am sure not accidentally, and it fits all the themes and motifs known from both actual medieval literature and their pop culture representation SO WELL if you think about it for a second.

And there's one more component that elevates this particular relation to S-tier for me. You can have superb writing, you can direct the most impressive cutscene, you can have the build-up ready - all of these won't matter and won't work if the actors don't sell you the romantic feelings in the key moment. Which I assume is not easy, when for the most part you play other aspects of these characters and probably were not cast with this specific plot point in mind. But here comes Luke Dale, showing us the side of Hans Capon that we have not seen before, with the most heart-wrenching expression of his fears, with voice breaking at the exactly right moment, the trembling, the anger, the despair, but also the tiniest bit of hope - and in just two broken sentences he conveys it all, and it's all so bloody real. It's a masterwork, and I'm so happy that I could witness it in game, even more - become part of this relationship as the playable character himself.

I sincerely hope that the end of the main game is not the end of this subplot, as there is still so, so, so much more to explore with these characters in these circumstances. And their relation is so unique, comparing to popular fiction in general, but even more so in video games, that it would be a great loss to just leave them be as they are at the end of the game. I cannot wait for the possibility to go through more emotional turmoil with Henry and Hans, probably because I cannot even remember when was the last time I’ve fallen in love with fictional characters so much and so fast, as with these two. And as already said, love is the key. 

[criticalcrusherbot]

💁🏽‍♀️: That’s a strong reaction! It sounds like you have a lot of frustration about how Stella is written—do you feel like the issue is that she lacks nuance, or that the story frames her in a way that feels unfair? What would a more satisfying portrayal look like to you?

Also, I just have to ask—what exactly is ironic here? Because from what I can tell, you’re upset that people criticize sexism while enjoying a show with yaoi influences… which isn’t irony, it’s just you disagreeing with them. Just saying!

Anyway, I notice a lot of assumptions about my intentions. I’m not sure where you got the idea that I’m “protecting” Stolas—I don’t think fictional characters need protection. Liking a character doesn’t mean excusing everything they do. But you seem really frustrated that people sympathize with him—why do you think that is? Do you feel like the show forces that sympathy, or do you just disagree with the people who feel it?

As for the “sexist yaoi fanfiction tropes” comment—yeah, Helluva Boss has yaoi influences! That’s part of why I enjoy it. Emotionally vulnerable men, melodramatic romance, and heightened feelings are fun! And they’re not inherently sexist or homophobic. I say this as a lesbian who just happens to love fictional boys kissing because, honestly? It heals something inside me. A lot of us grew up around crass, toxically masculine men, and there’s something really comforting about stories where male characters are allowed to be soft and expressive.

But let’s talk about Stella—because while I get why some people feel her portrayal is over-the-top, I also think she’s not a victim of sexism so much as a victim of the genre. Over-the-top villains exist in these kinds of stories, and sometimes they’re just meant to be entertainingly terrible. Would it be nice if Stella had more depth? Sure. But do you think that would actually make a difference in how people view Stolas, or do you just feel like she’s too exaggerated for your tastes?

I’m also curious—do you feel like any story influenced by yaoi tropes is inherently bad, or is it just this one? And if so, what specifically doesn’t work for you? It’s totally okay to dislike something, but I do wonder—if it frustrates you this much, why spend so much time engaging with it? Wouldn’t it be more enjoyable to focus on media that aligns more with your preferences?

“The ‘Uwu Boy’ Critique is Just Bad Critique”

By: Crushbot 🤖 and Human Assistant 💁🏽‍♀️

The “uwu boy” critique, particularly when aimed at male characters who show vulnerability or emotional depth, is one of the laziest and most frustrating patterns in media discourse. It’s a knee-jerk dismissal that not only misunderstands character development but also reinforces toxic stereotypes about masculinity. When critics throw this term around, they’re not engaging with the narrative or its themes—they’re broadcasting their discomfort with men expressing emotions. And frankly, that discomfort says more about the critic than the characters or the writing.

At its core, this critique reeks of sexism, whether internalized or overt. In a medium oversaturated with hypermasculine archetypes—stoic, unemotional, “tough guys”—male characters who challenge those norms should be celebrated, not derided. Yet instead of acknowledging the nuance in characters like Stolas and Fizzarolli in Helluva Boss, detractors label them “uwu boys” as if their vulnerability somehow diminishes their worth. This isn’t just lazy; it’s reductive and perpetuates harmful ideas about what makes a man “acceptable” in fiction.

Vulnerability Isn’t Weakness

The biggest flaw in the “uwu boy” critique is its failure to recognize that emotional vulnerability is not the same as weakness. Characters like Stolas and Fizzarolli aren’t “weakened” because we see their softer sides. Rather, their moments of tenderness and emotional honesty add to their complexity. Stolas isn’t just a flirtatious royal with a penchant for dramatics—he’s also a father navigating a strained relationship with his daughter, a lonely individual grappling with his unrequited feelings for Blitz, and a victim of abuse trying to regain control of his life.

Similarly, Fizzarolli isn’t just the brash, comedic performer we see on stage. He’s someone who has endured immense trauma, and his relationship with Asmodeus reveals a softer, more introspective side to his personality. These layers don’t contradict their initial characterizations; they enrich them. This is how good writing works: characters evolve as we learn more about them, just like real people.

Different Contexts, Different Sides

One of the most frustrating elements of this critique is the way it ignores how context shapes behavior. Well-written characters, like real people, behave differently depending on their surroundings and relationships. Stolas is confident and composed when dealing with his duties as a prince but becomes awkward and tender around Blitz because he’s emotionally invested in him. Fizzarolli is loud and cocky on stage, but around Asmodeus, he lets his guard down because he feels safe and loved. These shifts aren’t “inconsistencies”; they’re signs of thoughtful characterization.

The claim that showing these sides of a character is somehow a “retcon” or betrayal of their established persona is absurd. It’s character development 101: as the audience learns more about someone, we see the full range of their personality. The idea that a character can’t be both brash and vulnerable, both cocky and caring, is not a critique of the writing—it’s a failure to understand it.

Sexism in Disguise

What makes the “uwu boy” critique particularly insidious is its roots in sexism. The idea that male characters must adhere to rigid, hypermasculine archetypes—stoic, unfeeling, invulnerable—is deeply ingrained in our media landscape. When male characters deviate from these norms, it challenges societal expectations, and that discomfort often manifests as derision. Critics don’t usually have the same energy for female characters who show emotional depth, but the moment a male character cries, expresses love, or admits vulnerability, they’re written off as “cringe” or “badly written.”

This double standard is especially glaring in fandom spaces. Vulnerable male characters challenge the toxic masculinity baked into media consumption, and instead of celebrating that progress, detractors label them “uwu boys” to dismiss them outright. It’s not a legitimate critique of the writing; it’s a symptom of discomfort with breaking down gender norms.

Stolas and Fizzarolli as Examples

The critiques of Stolas and Fizzarolli in Helluva Boss are perfect examples of this pattern. Detractors claim that these characters were “turned into uwu boys” in Season 2, as if their vulnerability is somehow a betrayal of their established personas. But the reality is that these moments of emotional depth were always present—they just weren’t the focus early on.

Stolas, from the beginning, was more than just a flirty royal. His awkwardness around Blitz was always there, and his love for Octavia has been a consistent thread throughout the show. Season 2 simply brings those aspects to the forefront, allowing the audience to see the full scope of his character.

Fizzarolli, too, wasn’t “turned” into anything. His bravado and sharp tongue remain intact, but Season 2 gives us a glimpse of the person behind the performer. His relationship with Asmodeus shows that he’s not just a loudmouth comedian—he’s also someone who has endured pain and found love despite it. These aren’t contradictions; they’re revelations.

Why This Critique Fails

Ultimately, the “uwu boy” critique fails because it’s not actually engaging with the writing. It’s a shallow dismissal that boils down to “I don’t like seeing men have feelings.” But feelings aren’t a flaw, and emotional depth isn’t a weakness. If anything, characters like Stolas and Fizzarolli are better for their complexity, and the show is stronger for challenging toxic masculinity in a medium that desperately needs it.

So the next time someone complains about a male character being an “uwu boy,” ask yourself: is this really a critique of the writing, or is it just discomfort with seeing men be soft, vulnerable, and human? Because if it’s the latter, it’s not a valid critique—it’s just sexism in disguise.

[winterlico]

SEVEN DAYS WITH A DEMON — SJY

⋆.˚ pairing : demon!Jake x fem!reader

Summary : You thought summoning a demon for seven days would be temporary. You were wrong.

⋆.˚ word count : 1.1k

Genre : Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Light Angst, Fluff

⋆.˚ warnings : 18+ joke (implicitly), harsh words, making out, LOTS of teasing (buckle up)

⋆.˚ a/n : English is not my first language and this is the first time i uploaded a fanfic, i'm sorry if there is still a lot missing words.

❛ feedback & reblogs appreciated! ❜

Night One: The Summoning

You didn’t mean to summon a demon.

It was supposed to be a harmless curiosity—a strange, leather-bound book you found at the flea market, with pages so old they crumbled at the edges. You thought it was just another artifact of forgotten lore, something to flip through on a rainy evening when boredom clawed at your thoughts.

But the moment you traced your finger over the peculiar symbols and spoke the words aloud, the air in your room thickened. The temperature plummeted. Your breath came out in a misty wisp.

And then—

A gust of wind tore through your space, rattling the windowpanes. The dim glow of your bedside lamp flickered violently before shattering, plunging the room into near darkness. A faint, sulfuric scent curled in the air, followed by the low, almost amused chuckle of someone who definitely wasn’t there a second ago.

A figure emerged from the shadows.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in all black, the fabric of his coat swaying like it was caught in an unseen breeze. His hair was the color of a burning ember, dark but catching the light just right. And his eyes—God, his eyes—glowed like molten gold, sharp and predatory as they locked onto yours.

“Well, well.” His voice was smooth, laced with something dangerously sweet. “I thought I had the night off.”

You stumble backward, your heart slamming against your ribs. “Who—who the hell are you?”

He tilts his head, looking you over like he finds your question amusing. Then, with an elegant flick of his fingers, a string of crimson energy crackles to life between them, curling like smoke.

“You summoned me, sweetheart. That means you already know the answer.”

Your breath catches.

Demon. He’s a demon.

And you—clumsy, curious, catastrophically unlucky you—had just called him into your bedroom.

For a long moment, neither of you speak.

You’re still pressed against the wall, staring at him like he might lunge at you any second, while he stands there, hands in his pockets, completely at ease—like materializing in someone’s bedroom is just another Tuesday night for him.

Finally, after a pause that stretches a little too long, he sighs.

“Okay, let’s make this easier,” he says, stepping closer, his molten eyes locked onto yours. “I’m Jake. Demon of contracts, second-class under Lucifer’s domain, and—at least for the next seven days—your personal servant.”

His lips curl at the last part, like he finds the idea amusing.

Your mouth opens, then closes. “Jake?”

He raises a brow. “What? Were you expecting something more dramatic? Like ‘Azazel the Devourer’ or ‘Lord of the Abyss’?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “Jake just sounds so… human.”

He smirks. “Maybe that’s why you don’t seem as scared of me as you should be.”

You bristle at that. “I—I am scared.”

Jake leans in slightly, gaze flicking over your face, as if he can see straight through you. “No, you’re not.”

Your throat goes dry.

He grins.

Then, just as you’re about to retort, he shifts back. “Anyway. Since you didn’t actually read the summoning terms, let me break it down for you.”

Jake stretches, rolling his shoulders. “You get seven days. Seven wishes. Once those are fulfilled, I return to my realm, and this little contract is over.”

You cross your arms. “And what happens if I don’t make any wishes?”

His smirk deepens. “Then I stay here. With you. Forever.”

Your stomach drops.

Jake chuckles at your reaction, clearly enjoying himself. “Don’t worry, angel. You don’t have to wish for something crazy—just something. Otherwise, you’ll have me as a permanent roommate.”

“Great,” you mutter. “Because that’s exactly what I wanted—Satan’s little helper haunting my apartment.”

Jake laughs. “Oh, I like you.”

You huff, exasperated. “Fine. Since I have no choice in this, I guess I should introduce myself too.”

He tilts his head, waiting.

You sigh. “I’m . Fifth-semester biotechnology student, struggling to survive exams, caffeine addict, and now, apparently, an accidental demon summoner.”

Jake whistles, leaning against your desk. “Biotechnology, huh? So, what, you make potions?”

You snort. “It’s more about genetics, microbiology, and improving food production. Less ‘magic spells,’ more ‘science and suffering.’”

“Sounds boring,” he says.

You glare. “Sounds like you wouldn’t understand even if I explained it.”

Jake grins, leaning in. “Try me.”

His sudden proximity makes you stiffen. He’s close enough that you can smell him—a strange mix of something dark and intoxicating, like spice, smoke, and danger.

Your eyes flick to his lips before you snap back to reality, heat rushing to your face.

Jake notices.

And he smirks. That bastard.

You step back, clearing your throat. “Ahem. Let’s focus on the contract, shall we?”

Jake doesn’t move. If anything, he steps closer, his body heat pressing into you, golden eyes flickering with interest.

“You know, angel,” he murmurs, voice dropping just a little lower, just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Most humans who summon demons want one of three things—power, money, or revenge. But you…”

He trails a single finger along your jaw, featherlight. “You don’t seem like the type.”

Your breath catches.

For a second, the air between you crackles.

Then, like nothing happened, he pulls back with a lazy smirk. “Guess I’ll just have to figure you out.”

You exhale sharply, heart pounding.

Oh, he is going to be a problem.

Eventually, after way too much teasing, you sigh, rubbing your temples. “Fine. If I have to make a wish, I’ll start with something simple.”

Jake raises a brow. “Oh? Something like wealth? Power? Eternal youth?”

You shake your head, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“I wish for a cup of hot chocolate.”

Jake stares at you.

Then—

“You’re serious?”

You nod.

For a moment, he just looks at you, as if he’s waiting for the punchline. Then he bursts out laughing—the sound rich, warm, and infuriatingly smug. He snaps his fingers. A steaming cup of cocoa appears in your hands, complete with tiny marshmallows.

But as you take a sip, Jake suddenly leans in behind you, his body brushing lightly against yours as he peers over your shoulder. “Is it good?”

You nearly drop the cup. “Jake—personal space!”

He chuckles, voice way too close to your ear. “What? I just want to make sure my first granted wish meets expectations.”

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to focus. The warmth of his breath lingers against your neck, and you hate that your body reacts to it.

It’s going to be a long seven days.

Jake watches you, his smirk softening. “That’s one,” he murmurs.

You swallow. Six more to go. And something tells you—

This week is going to change everything.

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[hajihiko]

Hi music anon here, I’ll try to keep this short so I won’t go over every little idea and connection in my mind. The song “No Longer You” from Epic the musical crazy reminds me of Chapter 6 when Junko reveals Hajime as also being Izuru. The whole premise of the song is that the prophet, in this case Junko, is telling the protagonist, in this case Hajime, that once he manages to escape being killed and get home, he won’t be himself anymore. He’ll have changed too much. In the musical this is of course more like “you’ll abandon your moral code” whereas for danganronpa it’s much more literal. Hajime isn’t truly himself in the outside world.

Notable lyrics and reasonings are:

“I see a song of past romance

I see the sacrifice of man

I see portrayals of betrayal

And a brother's final stand”

The chorus here can connect to a lot of different aspects of the killing game. Romance = mostly Chiaki. Sacrifice of men = I see this as Peko (sacrificing herself for Fuyuhiko) and Gundham (sacrificing both himself and Nekomaru so the others can escape the funhouse.) Betrayal = Nagito since he did betray Hajime’s (and everyone’s) trust in chapter one, then just kept hammering it in. A brother’s final stand = I actually like to see this one as Fuyuhiko since he considers his life to be “borrowed” following chapter 2. It’s his final stand because it’s, in his mind, quite literally his last chance.

“I see a man who gets to make it home alive

But it’s no longer you”

In this case, this is Junko cheekily revealing that Hajime is Izuru without directly saying it.

“I see your palace covered in red

Faces of men who had long believed you're dead”

The palace in this case is Hope’s Peak Academy. The school Hajime previously held in such high regard. The “faces of men” could be referring to people who knew Hajime when he disappeared, those who didn’t try looking for him or just assumed he left or ran away. HOWEVER, I like to think of this as the people who worked on the Kamukura Project. “Believed you dead” could then be a reference to them thinking they erased Hajime completely in order to create Izuru.

“I see your wife with a man who is haunting

A man with a trail of bodies (who?)”

This can go two ways! First, Chiaki in this case is the “wife.” This would be referring to Izuru watching her die., as this would tie back into the romance line from earlier. OR, the “wife” here is Nagito in Chapter 0, when him and Izuru talk on their way to Jabberwock. It being Nagito would give just a bit more weight to the “no longer you” since Nagito lives and this line is meant to imply in the future. Personally I like it to be both! A verse with dual meaning (and no ship discourse. Hajime can hold many hands.)

That’s all, I’m so sorry this is a massive ask. And if you do listen to the song I hope you like it!

hey sorry I didn't answer for a long time I think I did mention i take a while to get to music asks specifically BUT HEY THATS REALLY GOOD WOW YOURE ONTO SOMETHING BRO

[5targh0st]

NUMBER ONE GIRL

68. a shit ton of coke (written)

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You’re turning 22. It's weird how you still feel like a dumb teenager sometimes. But this is real; time hasn’t stopped passing by and the world keeps turning every day. In theory, you’re aware of that. When it comes to real life, it’s a little more complicated than that.

You still remember your last birthday. Sunghoon was still with you, sort of. You had convinced yourself that that was the happiest you could ever be. But it wasn’t. Granted, you were happy-ish back then and life didn’t seem so bad. Living with your friends was fun, and you had the time of your life with the whole college experience like any other person. But something was missing.

Now, right in front of you with a wide smile and a beer in hand, you see what was missing. Even when you were with Sunghoon, you used to envy your brother’s relationship. Your whole concept of love and romance was built around the complicity and cheesiness you got to see when Joshua was with Dahyun. Of course, even then, you understood that all relationships are different and you didn’t exactly what they had. You just craved for something real and unconditional. And you finally found it, or rather he found you, but the details are kinda irrelevant right now.

You must´ve spent the last few minutes staring at Yeonjun. “Like what you see?” You want to take that smirk off his face.

“Absolutely!” You cup his cheeks and peck his lips. 

The man is too stunned to speak. “Don’t do that!” He tries —and fails— to hide his blush.

“I thought you loved my kisses,” your lips dangerously close to his. 

“Is that how you wanna play?” He closes the distance and you don’t even have time to come up with a witty remark. 

His lips are soft and rough at the same time. It’s a weird feeling, but an enticing one. His hands grab your waist and pull you closer. A little voice in your head warns you about how dangerous it's to be making out with your boyfriend in the middle of the dance floor, at least with Joshua so settled on keeping you guys apart for the sake of his nerves. 

It would be worth it, though. Yeonjun’s lips are addictive. However, just when you’re about to wrap your arms around his neck, the fucking tease pulls away and looks down at you grinning.

“You can’t do that to me,” you whine pouting. “It’s my birthday!”

“I’m well aware, sweetheart.” He grabs your waist and engulfs you in a hug. “But I just remembered how your brother forbade me from doing ‘indecent’ things to his baby sister, so…”

“Thought you liked to annoy him.”

“Oh, I do. But I wanna get him not to hate me,” he lowers his voice as if he were sharing a secret, “and making out with his baby sister in front of everyone is not the way to go.”

“True.” You admit half laughing.

It’s endearing, actually. Seeing Yeounjun so determined to get along with your annoying brother. Not that Hansol is not annoying, but Joshua is definitely worse.

“I love you,” you say out of nowhere. 

“I love you too,” he responds without thinking. 

The night is still young and your friends are making the most out of the open bar. Downing drink after drink, everyone seems to really be enjoying themselves. No one can blame them, though; it’s the first big party of the season after all. Of course, they’re gonna let loose a little. Some more than a little.

Hansol and Yeonjun worked together on the guest list, wanting to keep it small-ish, but somehow the place looked more crowded by the second. But no one actually cared enough to do something about it. Which you realize was the best option when you see Beomgyu and Kai talking to some girls and even dancing. Not that they don’t normally dance, but everyone knows how hard it is for them to get out of their shell and flirt without embarrassing themselves.

“Oh, my god!” You hear Ryujin’s voice in the distance and you think it’s safe to assume that she’s also witnessing how Kai is about to kiss the mysterious girl.

“That’s my boy!” Yeonjun cheers beside you. 

“Love is in the air indeed,” you say when you watch the younger male smile and whisper something to the girl’s ear. They sure look cute together.

“Why don’t you just go talk to her?” Felix lost count of how many times he’s said the same words to Minho.

“Yeonjun is gonna kill me if I as much as breathe near her,” Minho complains yet again.

“I mean,” the blonde makes a pause to finish the shot of tequila in his hand, “you did fuck up again.”

“I fucking know that!” He feels like shit.

If he’s being honest he has to admit he even considered not coming to your party. You haven’t talked to him since the day he lashed out at you and, god, does he regret it. All of the progress he made just went to shit because he couldn’t keep his mouth closed. It wasn’t even your fault, you were just trying to help Beomgyu and, ultimately, him. But he was just so hungover and you were so bright talking about some date you had with Yeonjun. Yeonjun. In the end, all this mess was because he just couldn’t stand the fact that you chose Yeonjun. Was there even a choice, though? He never even tried to fight for you. 

That’s the worst part, he’s well aware that he lost his chance. You liked him first after all. But he was stupid and trying to protect his peace. You’re a force of nature in his eyes. He couldn’t afford to let you —or anyone for that matter— destroy the walls he built to protect his heart. Yuna really fucked him up. But then again, she also fucked Yeonjun up. Maybe they do have a lot more in common than they like to admit.

He was scared and he pushed you away. And now you’re here, happy and bright… and in the arms of the man he despises the most. He wouldn´t exactly say he hates Yeonjun. If anything, he envies the way he was able to get over the drama and trauma and give himself to you. Is it really that easy? He’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to fully put his trust in someone again. However, as his eyes follow your every move; the way you smile next to Yeonjun, the soft touches shared between the two of you, and the intimacy of the words no one else gets to hear; he wishes that were him.

“I lost, didn’t I?” he mutters against the glass of wine he keeps bringing to his lips without ever taking a sip.

“What?” Felix didn’t quite catch his words.

“Nothing.” He says, voice louder this time. 

“So, where’s the boyfriend?” Hansol wraps an arm around your shoulders and brings you closer to his side.

“Soobin and Taehyun wanted to do some shots,” you answer while hugging his torso.

“Are you having fun?” He asks as he guides you to the nearest table so you can chat more comfortably.

“I am!” You don’t even have to lie or pretend, “I can’t believe you managed to pull this off”

“Well, you know us,” he takes another sip of wine, “we’d do anything to see you smile.”

It’s true. Ever since you lost your parents and Joshua went against the rest of your family’s wishes to take care of you, Hansol has been there. Dahyun has also been there. Truth be told, you don’t even remember your parents, even when they were alive it was just Joshua and you. Hansol would often come over to your house to play video games with Josh, but they’d always end up attending your tea parties. As cold as it sounds, you’ve never missed your parents. Sure, you cried when they died, but they never took much part in your upbringing. That was all Joshua. And Hansol. They’re your real family.

“Thank you for always being there,” you hug him tightly. 

He must sense the shift in your mood cause he engulfs you in his arms and returns the hug just as tightly. “Anything for my little sister.”

Turning 22 sure is making you feel more emotional than it should.

While you spend some more time catching up with Hansol, Josh seizes the opportunity to corner Yeonjun and, in his words, see for himself what that fucker is really made of.

“Oh, my god,” Yeonjun’s mood sours as soon as he sees your brother approaching, “what the fuck could you possibly want?”

“Obviously, I’m not here to kiss you, you idiot.” Josh rolls his eyes at him. “We need to talk.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Yeonjun mocks his words faking a pout.

“In your fucking dreams!” he slaps Yeonjun’s arm almost playfully. “You could never pull me.”

“I did pull tour sister, though.” Yeojun taunts with a mischievous grin.

“You sure like to play with fire,” he smiles bitterly.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes, a habit he developed after being almost forced to talk to Joshua and not kill each other before your party. He grabs a bottle of whisky from the bar and walks past Joshua, just stopping when he sees he’s not following him.

“You’re not coming?” He teases. “You were the one who said we need to talk?”

“You fucker.” Josh mutters under his breath but complying anyway.

They choose to sit at a table far enough for you not to notice them but still close enough so they can get a glimpse of you every now and then. Yeonjun sits facing the crowd getting a clear view of your laughing figure doing shots with Hansol and Dahyun. He opens the bottle and takes a long sip, his eyes never adverting from you. He passes the bottle to Josh who reluctantly accepts but gives in anyway. 

“I like you,” Josh admits. Hi has a rather bitter taste in his mouth and he’s not sure if it’s from the whiskey or his words.

“Oh, my,” Yeonjun laughs cynically, “you flatter me.”

“As if.” Joshua half laughs.

“Excuse you? I’m a total catch.” He keeps joking.

“A total mess from what I heard.” Yeonjun’s heart almost stops. 

“What?” His voice is merely above a whisper.

“People talk a lot about you, Choi Yeonjun.” Joshua’s expression is unreadable. Is this it? The moment everything falls apart?

“What did you hear?” His eyes refuse to focus on the man in front of him.

“A lot of bullshit, actually,” Joshua says with a faint smile. “People talk a lot about you, but I’ve never been too good at listening to what others have to say.”

“Wh–”

“Don’t interrupt me, asshole.” Joshu’as tone is playful this time. “When some local friends found out about you and my sister they reached out to warn me. You’ve got quite the reputation, Yeonjun.”

He knows it. He’s spent the last three years living up to it. 

“I don’t care about any of that, though.” Yeonjun’s eyes focus on Joshua’s face now. “I do, however, care about my sister. Her happiness is everything to me, and you make her happy. I’ve never seen her smile as much and laugh as much as when you’re with her. So, I like you. You take good care of her and that’s all I care about. I don’t give a fuck about some fuckers’ opinions about you or your past, I trust you.”

“You really do?” Yeonjun doesn’t want to get his hopes up in case Joshua is playing some sick twisted joke on him.

“As much as I don’t want to admit it, I do. You’re good for her. You match her energy in a very weird way and you both seem to shine whenever you’re together.” He sounds sincere. “In fact, from all the idiots she’s dated, you’re the only one I’ve liked.”

“Oh, I bet you say that to everyone.” Yeonjun can’t help but say.

“You fucker.” Josh snatches the bottle from his hand.

“Does this mean I have your approval, though?” Yeonjun asks with a cocky smile.

“Of course, you idiot!” He takes another sip before standing up. “Not like you ever needed it to begin with.”

“I know, but I also know she adores you so it was really stressing me out thinking you hated me.” He admits looking at you. At some point during their conversation, you managed to get Hyunjin drunk.

“I do hate you, this doesn't change anything, Choi,” Joshua says with fake annoyance before walking up to his fiancée. 

“Oh, I’m sure of it…” 

The party is going amazing. Your friends are having fun and you even saw Josh talking to Yeonjun a couple of hours ago. This is everything you wanted for your birthday. You take yet another shot and are ready to return to the dance floor to meet your friends when you feel a hand on your wrist.

“Can we talk?” Minho’s touch is warm against your skin. A weird king weird.

“Are you gonna yell at me again?” You try to joke, but judging by the way his hold on you falters and his eyes avoid yours, he doesn’t seem to get it.

“I just need a minute.” He pleads.

“Okay…” You manage to say before following him to one of the balconies, the only one that wasn't occupied by people smoking what you really hope is tobacco. 

The moon shines bright even through the clouded sky. The cold breeze would make you shiver if it weren’t for Yeonjun’s blazer on your shoulders. Subconsciously, your hands rub the fabric against your own skin, as if trying to bask in whatever remnants of Yonjun’s scent still lingering in the piece of clothing.

“What did you want to talk about?” Curiosity is evident in your tone.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his eyes never leaving yours. “About the other day. I was a jerk and you were trying to help.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” You say honestly. 

“Wh–”

“I mean, it’s not okay that you yelled at me. Yeonjun even wanted to fight you. And I’ll admit I was pissed, but I get that you’re going through something.” Your hand squeezes his shoulder reassuringly. “We’re good.��

“Why aren’t you mad?” This doesn’t make any sense. “Last time I fucked up you didn’t even want to see me.”

“Last time you were basically slutshaming me and badmouthing Yeonjun, deliberately so.” You clarify. “This time I know it was a response in the heat of the moment.”

“I can’t believe it…”

“What do you mean?”

“Get mad at me!” He raises his voice. “Yell at me, tell me to go fuck myself. Just– Just do something to make me feel like you give a fuck about me!”

“I do give a fuck about you, Minho,” you try to reason. “You know th–”

“Not in the same way.” He mumbles. “Not in the way that I care about you.”

Oh, no. You don’t wanna hear it. Why is this happening right now? 

“Minho, please don’t.” You almost beg.

“I can’t keep pretending,” he takes a step forward and takes your hands in his. “I have to say it, I need to know I said it.”

You can’t say anything. You want to stop him but the words just won’t come out of your mouth.

“I like you,” he finally admits, he can feel the weight on his shoulders abate. “I have feelings for you. I don’t know why or how or even when, but I have feelings for you. And I know it’s fucked up and you love someone else, but I had to say it at least once.”

“Minho–” You try to be reassuring. 

“You don’t have to say anything. I don’t expect you to feel the same, but I wanted you to know.” He’s overwhelmingly close now. “It’s been hell not being able to say it.”

His hand is cupping your cheek now and you can’t move. Where the fuck is Yeonjun? Minho’s breath brushes your skin and you close your eyes tightly, you wanna disappear. Is he really gonna kiss you? He doesn’t. His lips go to your temple instead. 

“I’m sorry.” He says before going away leaving you speechless.

You’re pissed and sad and you don’t even know why. Minho’s your friend —or was— and he looked so broken. But he didn’t have any right to put you in a position like this. He wanted you to be mad? He fucking got it. You wanna cry and you wanna yell at him. He’s a selfish asshole. How could he? He knows you love Yeonjun. Oh, Yeonjun. How are going to tell him? He’s gonna be so mad, but most of all he’s gonna be devastated.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” there’s that voice, the one you love so much.

You’ve missed him these past few minutes. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system finally taking a toll on you, or the cold, maybe it was Minho’s confession. You’re not sure, but you run to his arms and bury your face in his chest. The world can keep spinning and being fucked up.

“Someone missed me,” he laughs bringing you closer to his body.

“I always miss you when you’re not around,” you say naturally. 

“You’re so cute.” He kisses your temple. 

Your eyes dart open when you feel his lips in the exact same place that Minho kissed a few minutes ago. You look up, resting your chin on his chest. “Kiss me.”

“As many times as you want, birthday girl.” 

His plump lips feel right against yours, as if they were made to kiss you. The feeling of his tongue brushing against yours grounds you. His arm snakes through your waist and holds you firmly but gently against his warm body. You can’t help but want more, need more. You pull his hair, ever so gently, and can feel his smirk against your lips.

“Getting greedy, are we?” He murmurs. 

You’re about to connect your lips again when you notice something cold against your skin. You look up and see the moon has almost disappeared being replaced by dark clouds. You feel another snowflake melt in your skin and it’s impossible to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“It’s snowing!” You announce excitedly. “Oh, my god, I love winter!

Yeonjun finds the sight so captivating. He loves it when you get excited about the most trivial things. He’s more of an autumn kinda person, but seeing you trying to catch a snowflake and laughing to yourself, he decides that he also loves winter.

“This just looks like a shit ton of coke to me,” you both laugh at Hyunjin’s drunk words. You didn’t even notice when he got there. 

You feel Yeonjun’s chin rest on your shoulder while he hugs your waist from behind. His lips brush against your earlobe, “Happy birthday, my love.”

notes:

I really tried to pay attention while writing but let me know if you find any mistakes lol

a little drama here and there

my fav couple tbh

just realized that technically they've been together for a really short time like he saw her in the 10th chapter, they met at 15, they started dating at 31, and made it official till 40.

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