#Song Imagine

[chloe-skywalker]

One Number Away - Billy Hargrove

Billy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Stranger Things

Word count: 540

Summary: Billy and Y/n had a fight, but now they just really miss each other.

Authors Note: So I’ve recently written a couple of these song based stories this is one of the first and I’ve wanted to do it for awhile and I finally have! So here you go I hope you enjoy. 

Song: One Number Away - Luke Combs

Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

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Y/n and Billy were miserable without each other. They had a fight over something neither of them even remembered what they originally fought about. Both of them were sitting at home alone trying to sleep but it was hard they had gotten used to having one another close by at night. Often the two of them would wait and stare at the phone, praying it rings. Wondering if the other is watching a movie or listening to songs they always watched or listened to together.

Both of them were doing whatever they could to drown out the pain. But they just wanted to hear the others' voices.

Y/n and Billy had picked up the phone so many times to call each other. But the things that were said stopped them everytime.

Billy was worse though. He lost his support system and he felt guilty. In his anger he had said they were through. His head was a mess, he lied when he told her in the fight “I’m leaving and not coming back.” He didn’t know if it was the rain or all the alcohol in his system but everywhere he went he saw Y/n’s face. In his brain he fantasized calling her up and imagining everything he’d want to say. But he still couldn’t get himself to pick up the phone.

Billy was stuck at a red light with a marlboro on his lips, the smoke in his mirror felt different. Everything felt different. His room, clothes, bedsheets had all lost Y/n’s smell. And that was breaking his heart.

Billy thought about what Y/n might be doing to last through this hardship in their relationship. But he was ready to run out that door and go get her back.

He wondered if he called would she pick up the phone? Or was their love over and she just wants to forget it ever happened? Billy didn’t care if they talked things out right now or not. He just wanted to hear her voice at this point.

“Please pickup.” Billy whispered hoping she’ll pick up the phone.

“Hello.” Y/n answered, waiting for him to speak up so she could know who it was.

“Hey Princess.” Billy lets out a sigh of relief that she picked up the phone.

“Billy?” Y/n’s voice broke as she spoke his name.

“Yeah, it's me.” Billy nodded even though she obviously couldn’t see him. “I miss you. Can I see you?” He asked hoping she wanted to see him just as much as he wanted to see her.

“You wanna come over?” Y/n asked shocked that he’d want to.

“I’ll be there in 5.” He didn’t hear a no. Billy heard in her voice a sound of excitement that he wanted to come over. “And Y/n.”

“Yeah?” she answered, glad to be hearing his voice again.

“I didn’t mean it. Any of it.” Billy needed her to know that he’d be making up for the words he had said out of anger as long as it takes.

“I’ll see you soon, Billy.” Y/n smiled knowing he couldn’t see it but he would hear it in her voice, and he would see it soon. In person.

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[book-place]

A Million Dreams

Warnings: slight violence, mentions of dying, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marauders x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: The school years go by a lot faster with a solid group of friends by your side

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: A Million Dreams by The Greatest Showman cast

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

I close my eyes and I can see

“Hello there,” Your head shifted over, eyes locking onto a nervous looking boy, standing at the door of your compartment.

“Hi!” You piped back happily, fully turning your body away from the window to face him.

His cheeks tinted a slight pink as his eyes averted to the ground, where he was shuffling his feet back and forth shyly, “All the other carts are full… is it alright if I sit here?”

A wide grin spread onto your face, “Of course!” You beamed, glimmers of hope shooting through you at the idea of being able to make a friend- on your first express ride nonetheless.

Relief sagged onto his face, “Oh, thank you,” He gushed, scurrying over and plopping down onto the cushioned seat across from you, a large trunk with the Hogwarts emblem on it in tow.

“I’m Y/n, by the way,” You informed him, smile yet to drop.

“Peter.” He responded, reaching over and gently shaking your hand.

“Are you a first year as well?” You asked curiously, leaning back in your seat.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m kind of nervous, though-“

Before he could continue his thought, another knock sounded from the door and the two of you looked up, being met with the sight of two more boys peering through the doorway.

One of them had round-framed glasses and shaggy hair that seemed to stick up every which way while the other had similar black hair that went down to his shoulders.

“Hey there,” The first boy greeted with a toothy grin, “Me and this bloke just met, we’re looking for somewhere to sit. Do you mind?”

“Not at all!” You chirped, glancing at Peter for confirmation. The boy was smiling politely, so you took that as a yes.

“Wonderful!” The boy dove forward, plopping down on the cushion next to Peter rather quickly, sticking a hand in his direction to shake, “I’m James by the way.”

“And I’m Sirius.” The other boy spoke up for the first time, moving to sit across from James and next to you.

“I’m Y/n and this is Peter, we just met as well!”

The bespeckled boy allowed his grin to widen as he settled back in his seat, “I have a feeling that we’re all going to be great friends.”

“Here, here!” Sirius pumped a fist in the air.

A world that's waiting up for me, that I call my own

“Wow,” You breathed out, spinning in a small circle as you took in the room before you, “This room is way different than mine.”

After meeting the three boys on the train, you had all been taken to the sorting ceremony, only to realize with extreme delight that you were all placed into the house of the lion. Now, you had already unpacked your stuff in your dorm and had wandered over to the boys to see what theirs was like.

“I wish we could see yours,” James pouted and crossed his arms, “It's blatant unfairness that boys aren't allowed in the girls dormitories, but girls are allowed to come into ours as they wish!”

You giggled, reaching over and ruffling the boys' already unkempt hair, “It’s only because we’re better than you.”

Just as he opened his mouth to protest in offense, the boy's door crept open and in walked a tall boy with faint scars running over his face.

He blinked once in surprise when all of you stopped what you were doing and turned to face him, “Oh-erm- sorry,” He cleared his throat, “This is my dorm as well,”

Sirius didn’t miss a beat, grinning widely and bounding across the room, linking his arm around the boy's shoulders, “Well then, welcome, roomie!” He exclaimed excitedly.

“Welcome!” Peter piped up as well.

You gave the boy a wave when his eyes landed on you, “I’m not your roommate, but it’s nice to meet you.”

He gave you a small smile before letting his eyes flit over to the others, “I’m Remus.”

“Nice to meet you, Remus.” James greeted happily.

Through the dark, through the door

“Is class always going to be this boring?” You asked with a dramatic yawn.

You and the other boys were in your first class of the school year, History of Magic, and you couldn’t even fathom the idea of sitting through this class almost everyday.

“Normally I’d disagree,” Remus muttered, leaning farther back in his seat, “But I’m about to fall asleep.”

As if right on cue, James let out a quiet snore. His head was propped up in one palm, but slipping slightly.

“Is it almost lunch time?” Peter whined under his breath.

“We’ve only been here for fifteen minutes,” Remus informed him sorrowfully. His words made Sirius look close to tears.

On the other hand, you were extremely happy that the five of you got along so well, you were almost always hanging out with each other.

It made you feel slightly less anxious about the future of your time at Hogwarts knowing that you had a solid group of friends.

Through where no one's been before

“Come on, Remus, don’t be a downer.” Sirius teased with one of those grins of his that promised nothing but trouble.

“I’m not being a downer,” The boy lectured, “I’m trying to keep us alive.”

“Being alive is overrated!” James cheered, jumping up and wrapping an arm around Remus’s neck to bring him into a playful chokehold.

“You say that until we’re dead.” He grumbled in return, easily slipping out of the boy's hold.

“Now, now, guys,” You mockingly scolded, “If Remus wants to go back to the castle and stay with Peter, then he’s more than welcome.”

Said poor boy had fallen asleep while you all waited for the prefect rounds to finish so you could sneak out of the castle and onto the grounds surrounding it.

Lupin rolled his eyes, “Someone has to stay here to keep you bloody idiots out of trouble.”

You and James let out identical whoops of celebration, high fiving and continuing to skip joyfully towards the Forbidden Forest when the bespectacled boy let his grip loosen on Remus.

“We have to be the only first years to ever do this,” James gushed excitedly, “We’re doing something no one our age has ever done before!”

“Maybe that’s because others our age aren’t downright daft enough to even consider this.” Remus hissed, “It’s one thing to sneak into the professors lounge, this is completely different.”

“Cheer up, Remus,” Sirius swung an arm over the boy's shoulder as you all strode through the trees that blocked out all moonlight except for the occasional ray.

“This is going to be so fun,” You surged forwards with a hop in your step.

“Nothing about this is fun!” Remus insisted, beginning to try and chase after you as you got farther and farther away.

But it feels like home

You yawned loudly, trying to muffle it with a hand to the mouth, but still snuggling back farther into the couch cushions.

Around you, your friends were spread out around the great fire in the common room, just hanging out during the very early hours of the morning after having stayed up all night. There was no doubt the sun would be rising very soon.

“You know,” Sirius spoke, “I overheard some Hufflepuff fourth years talking about us,”

“What did they say?” Peter asked curiously from where he was curled up on an armchair with a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

“They were just talking about our prank in the Great Hall the other day,” He smiled slightly, “They called us ‘The Marauders’”

James perked his head up, “What does that mean?”

“It means ‘raider’.” Remus mumbled sleepily. Of course he knew.

A light smile played on the ends of your lips as you let your eyes flutter shut, “That’s badass.”

“I like it,” James agreed, “We should use it.”

That was the last thing you heard before sleep swept you into its embrace. A feeling warmed your heart as well, a feeling of belonging. Of love. Of home.

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy

“Hurry up!” Remus hissed, “Finch’s gonna be here at any moment and you’re all moving slower than Pete after the Halloween feast!”

“Hey!” Peter whined in complaint, but nobody paid him any mind.

“Remus, this is our first prank of second year, it has to be good.” James insisted, “And might I remind you that you’re the one who thought of it.”

“But I didn’t think we would be setting the dungbombs off in the Slytherin common room!”

There was a glint of mischief in your eyes, “Again, your idea. Not to mention the fact that you’re also the one that figured out the password to their dormitories.”

He shot you a glare, “You were encouraging it!”

“And I will continue to,” You grinned in his direction.

“Shh,” Sirius shushed you, “You’ll wake the bloody snakes up.”

You carefully set the last dungbomb in place and immediately turned on your heel and began sprinting towards the door, the sound of thundering footsteps from the rest of the marauders on your heels.

The door successfully shut behind you right as the first one had gone off.

You all- even Remus- had to try to muffle your cackles of delight all the way back to your own common room after a shout of disgust came from one of the Slytherins and somehow made its way to your ears.

They can say, they can say I've lost my mind

“I’m worried about him, guys,” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your body as you all walked side by side on your way to the infirmary.

James ran a tired hand down his face, letting loose a sigh, “I know, I am too.” He admitted.

“He would tell us if something was wrong, right?” Peter asked timidly, toying with the end of his sleeve.

“I don’t know,” Sirius had a lost look in his eyes, one he almost never had. It was unsettling to see.

“He’s in the hospital wing too much to just be a sickness,” You commented softly, “It’s too much like clockwork- always happening at the same time every month.”

Sirius blanked once in surprise, “I hadn’t thought about that.”

Just then, the four of you quieted when you neared the doors, James holding one of them open until all of you had been able to make your way inside, eyes falling upon Remus, sitting upright against some propped up pillows on the first bed.

His eyes widened when he caught sight of the four of you, “What are you doing here?” He hurriedly rushed out, scrambling to sit even straighter on the bed.

“We came to see you,” Your eyebrows were furrowed as you all drew nearer, “We’re worried about you.”

“You don’t have to be.” His answer came far too quickly for your liking.

“Well, what kinds of friends would we be if we didn’t worry?” James tried to lighten the mood with a smile, but no one joined in.

Remus sighed through his nose, and you suddenly realized how exhausted he looked. How his skin was so pale that his scars were more prominent than normal, and how there were bags under his eyes dark enough to be bruises.

“Just…” You moved to gingerly sit on the end of his bed, “Just tell us what’s going on, Rem, we’re your friends and we deserve to know.”

The boy hesitated, “I… I’ve been keeping something from you all.” He finally muttered out, averting his eyes so stubbornly that nothing could have made him raise his focus from the sheets in front of him at the moment, “I-I’m… I’m a werewolf.”

It was silent.

Remus cringed- or maybe flinched- eyes screwing shut as if in pain.

None of you said anything for a very long time.

“Oh, Remus,” You finally breathed out, reaching across the bed and gently wrapping your arms around the boy.

He blinked in surprise upon impact, “W-what- what are you doing?” He stuttered out, “I-I’m a monster. You shouldn’t be hugging me right now, you should be running away screaming.”

It almost sounded as if he was trying to convince you to do just that.

James appeared at your side, joining in on the hug after a moment, “You’re not a monster, Remus.”

“You’re our best friend.” Sirius came over as well, closely followed by Peter.

The werewolf’s breath seemed to hitch in his throat as tears welled up in his eyes and he hugged every single one of you back tightly, “T-thank you. Thank you all so much.” He began sobbing quietly. You all just held him tighter.

Eventually, Madame Pomfrey came in and shooed you all out, claiming that Lupin needed some rest. So you four began trekking back to the Gryffindor dormitories, silent for a little while.

“You know,” You spoke up after a little while, “I think there might be a way that we can help him.”

Everyone's heads snapped over to you so fast that you were surprised that they didn’t get whiplash.

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked quickly.

“Well,” You began to explain, “One of the only times I ever paid attention in class was when we had a lesson about werewolves in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and we learned that werewolves won’t hurt other animals.”

James furrowed his eyebrows, “What’re you saying?”

“Animagus.” You stated, “That’s what Professor McGonagall is, she turns herself into a cat. If we can do that, then we can stay with Remus during full moons and we can help him.”

One by one, each one of your three friends' faces lit up.

“That’s bloody brilliant,” Sirius gushed, “And we can turn into our favorite animals. I want to be a dog.”

“Deer!” James cheered.

“I’ve always liked rats and mice.” Peter mused.

“And foxes are nice.” You said dreamily.

“This might just work afterall.” James said with a wide smile.

I don't care, I don't care, if they call me crazy

You sniffled, trying to muffle your cries with a shaky hand resting over your mouth- to almost no avail.

Thankfully though, you were around a corner in a corridor that nobody ever wandered into because it was just a dead end with no doors, so hopefully nobody would come by and see you in your pathetic state.

You tried not to let their words get to you- you really did- but the merciless students just made it so hard to do so.

Freak. Disappointment. Good for nothing. Trouble-

Their voices just kept bouncing back and forth inside your head, ringing on and on like an endless bell. Never once giving you a moment of peace.

Kids from all different houses had been picking on you for a while now. And at first, you just let it bounce off of you, you remained uncaring- never even finding the need to tell your friends about it. But it didn’t take long for their words to begin to wear you down, break through your barriers and begin getting to you.

“Y/n?”

Your head snapped up and your eyes got went at the sight of your four closest friends approaching you with just as much worry as there was hesitation within them.

Quickly, you swiped at your face with the back of your sleeve, trying too late to rid of the tear stained evidence.

“G-guys,” You stuttered out, staggering to your feet, “What are you doing?”

“What happened?” James ignored your question as he walked closer with furrowed eyebrows.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” You quickly cleared your throat.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” Peter piped up, concern shining in his eyes.

You released a shaky sigh, falling backwards against the wall and dropping your head, unable to keep up your already flimsy charade any longer.

“Kids are making fun of me,” You mumbled, “It’s stupid, and that’s all. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Looks of rage immediately took over all four of their faces.

“Who?” Sirius seethed, already curling his hands into fists at his sides, “Just point me in their direction-“

“Us in their direction,” James corrected, jaw clenched in a way that left for an unsettling sight.

“Oh, n/n,” Remus sighed, anger washing away momentarily as he quickly moved forward to bring you into a hug, “I’m so sorry.”

He rubbed your back comfortingly and you greatfully relaxed into his hold.

“Don’t listen to any terrible thing they say to you,” He murmured into your ear, “I can guarantee you that every single one of them is a lie.”

You sighed, “Thanks, Rem.” You sniffled.

The four of them exchanged looks over your shoulder. Those kids would get what was coming to them- eventually. But for now, you needed them.

We can live in a world that we design

“We need new names,” James announced suddenly, leaning his back further against the tree behind him.

Peter looked up with a small frown pulling at his lips, “But I like my name.” He mumbled.

The black haired boy shook his head, messy locks of hair bouncing back and forth at the action, “No, I mean like nicknames. Everyone is already starting to call us ‘The Marauders’ so why not fit into it even more?”

You grinned, throwing your head to the side to look at him, “I like your thinking, J.”

“Well, I was thinking maybe they could have something to do with our animagus’s.” James had a wild grin on, “You know, so it would be like our own little inside joke.”

Remus paled, “Nope, no way, nope. That is far too risky.”

Sirius threw his head back and groan, “Oh, come now, Remus! It would be so much fun!”

“I agree,” You spoke thoughtfully, “It’s not like anyone even has a small indication about what we are, so what’s the harm?”

The tall boy still hesitated, so you all threw your best pleading faces his way- James and Sirius even going as far to put their hands together and shake them in a begging way.

“Please, Rem, please!” The two chorused.

“Oh, all right,” He finally gave in, sighing and running a hand down his face, “But don’t come crying to me if you get caught because of this.” He warned.

After much discussion and debate, the night ended with each of you being able to settle on a nickname that was subtle enough, but also downright hilarious to those who knew your secret- the five of you.

James was Prongs, Sirius was Padfoot, Remus was Moony, Peter was Wormtail, and you were Vix.

'Cause every night, I lie in bed, the brightest colors fill my head

“Pst… Y/n… hey, Y/n, wake up!” A voice whispered directly in your ear like an annoying fly that couldn’t be swatted away.

“Shut up,” You mumbled sleepily, wrapping your blanket tighter around yourself and burying your face further into your pillow.

“I told you we shouldn’t wake her,” Peter’s voice had a somewhat frightened tinge to it, “She’s gonna be angry if we do.”

A scoff came from James, “What are you, mate, five?” He shook your shoulder gently but firmly, “Come on, Vix, wake up-“

You quickly backhanded him in the face, causing a yelp to escape from his lips and his grip to loosen on you as he fell back with a cry, clutching his nose.

Remus snickered, “He tried to warn you, Prongs.”

Your eyes finally forced themselves open, and you glared at your four friends that stood above you, bickering back and forth with one another.

“What do you bloody idiots want?” You hissed.

Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender, “Hey, you’re the one that fell asleep in our room.”

“We wanted to sneak down to the kitchens and get some cookies!” Peter was bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly, eyes wide and glistening with glee.

“You couldn’t have done it yourself?” You grumbled, slowly sitting up and stretching your stiff bones.

James pouted, finally relinquishing his hold on his nose to cross his arms over his chest, “It wouldn’t be the same without you.” He paused in mock thought, “Although, I don’t entirely see how deserving you are of joining us on our expedition after you attacked me in my own dorm.”

“You had it coming, mate.” Remus clapped him on the back, clearly fighting back an amused smile.

A large eye roll made its way out of you as you threw your legs over the side of the bed, “Enough of the dramatics, Prongsie, it’s time to go steal some cookies.”

Peter let out a cheer of happiness, only to be quickly shushed by the four of you in fear of waking any nearby dorms.

A million dreams are keeping me awake

“It’s beautiful,” Your mouth was gaped open slightly in awe as your neck was craned back to stare at the starry sky.

Sirius hummed in agreement, lowering himself so he was laying on his back with his arms folded under his head.

“I bet you can name all the constellations up there,” You teased.

He made a show of mockingly shrugging his shoulders, “No, not all… just most.”

You laughed lightly, falling backwards so you were next to him on the floor of the astronomy tower.

Neither of you had been able to sleep so you had snuck out of the dorms to climb up here and silently enjoy the view.

“I can't believe we’re already fourth years,” You said offhandedly, “It feels like only yesterday we were being sorted.”

“I know,” The boy sighed, “The years are flying by.”

Both of your heads turned to look at each other for a few moments, only a few blinks exchanged together, before you burst out in laughter, holding your stomachs and you rolled around on the ground.

“We sound so old,” You snickered after a little while once you had sobered up a bit.

“Perhaps we finally are,” Sirius grinned, “Give it another year and we’ll be looking like Dumbledore.”

That was followed by another fit of giggles that evidently led the Ravenclaw head girl on patrol to finding you and docking points off of Gryffindor house.

I think of what the world could be, a vision of the one I see

“If you could be anything,” James spoke suddenly, breaking the silence that had encompassed all of you, “What would you be?”

You were all spread around the boys dorm rooms, each minding your own tasks when he asked the question.

Remus had been trying to do some homework, Peter had been nibbling on a snack, Sirius had been dozing off and on, James was throwing a snitch up and down, and you were trying to read a book that Moony had recommended.

“You’re too random for your own good, Prongs,” Remus muttered.

“A unicorn,” Sirius answered immediately, ignoring the other boy, not taking off the arm he had draped over his eyes as he lay stretched out on his back atop of his bed.

“Then why isn’t that your animagus?” You asked curiously.

The boy's face dropped, “I hadn’t thought of it at the time.”

“Perhaps you would have been a lot cooler if you did,” James teased, tapping his chin in mock thoughtfulness.

“Oi!” Sirius bolted upright on his bed and glared at the boy, “Take that back!”

The bespectacled boy grinned, “Never.”

“Oh, Merlin, here we go,” Remus closed his eyes with a groan.

You excitedly scrambled over to where Peter and Remus sat, “I’ve got five gallons on Sirius.” You whisper-yelled to the two as said boy lunged at James, tackling him to the ground.

Peter giggled, taking another bite of his treat, “It’s hard to say.”

Both of you turned expectantly towards Remus, who only blinked at you both for a moment.

“My moneys on James,” He finally gave in after a moment, turning his head towards the fight.

“Hey!” Sirius whined from where he held James in a headlock nearby, “I heard that!”

Lupin rolled his eyes in amusement as you and Peter burst into a fit of laughter.

“Distraction!” James let out a war cry as he shouted it, elbowing his friend in the stomach and gaining the upper hand in the fight.

A million dreams is all it's gonna take

“Minnie!” You, Sirius, and James squealed simultaneously.

The professor had a frown pulling at the edges of her lips, “Potter. Black. L/n.”

“Oh, Minnie!” You cried dramatically, throwing yourself across a chair near the front rows of desks in her classroom, “How I’ve missed you!”

“I has been two hours since we’ve last seen each other, Miss. L/n.” The woman deadpanned, then gave a pointed look, “Remember? When I gave you this detention?”

You tapped your chin in mock thought, “It rings a bell.”

She tutted and rolled her eyes disapprovingly, “Just take a seat.”

The three of you immediately plopped down in the row right in front of her desk.

“It’s not fair,” Sirius muttered into your ear, “Remus was the one to come up with the prank and the bloke doesn’t even have to be there.”

“That’s because he wasn’t stupid enough to get caught.” You grumbled with a huff of breath.

“This is the third time this week you all have gotten a detention,” Minerva scolded, “I expect better from you.”

You and Sirius burst out into laughter and James raised a single eyebrow whilst snickering, “Better? Minnie, you ought to know us better than that by now.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, I suppose I must.” She muttered to herself.

Oh, a million dreams for the world we're gonna make

“Let’s go James! Let’s go Sirius!” You cupped your hands around your mouth in hopes that your cheers would somehow magically make its way through the other screams and cheers of your peers and into your friends ears.

Peter clapped loudly from beside you and Remus smiled, wrapping his scarf tighter around himself as the wind harshly whipped against the sea of students.

“Kick their arses, you two!” You screamed again, ignoring the glares from nearby Ravenclaws at your words.

The match against Ravenclaw would decide who won the house cup for the year, and you along with the rest of Gryffindor were more than ready to accept the trophy.

It had been going on for about three hours now and Marlene as well as the Ravenclaw seeker had yet to catch the snitch and end the game.

The chasers for both houses were pretty tied up, James, of course, having the most points scored for the red and gold house.

On the other hand, Sirius was having the time of his life, whacking the bludger at any blur of blue that flew around him.

All of a sudden, Marlene looked like she was practically doing a free fall on top of her broom, arm outstretched and going so fast that the Ravenclaw seeker never even stood a chance of catching her. But it would be too late to try anyway, because her fingers wrapped around the golden snitch and ended the match before anyone could so much as blink.

Like a roaring chorus, all of your house mates around you broke into screams that no doubt were making everyone’s throats scratchy and raw, but that didn’t matter. You had won the house cup.

Your grin was so wide that it even rivaled Sirius and James’s, who had flown down into the stands to celebrate with everyone.

Every person was jumping up and down in pure excitement, shaking the stands in a way that no doubt could be concerning and lead it to fall over. But nobody could find it in themselves to care.

There's a house we can build, every room inside is filled with things from far away

“This place is bloody magnificent.” Sirius breathed out in awe, leaning back against a hammock that hung between two pillars.

“I can’t believe it took us so long to learn about it.” You added.

“This could be like our new hang out!” Peter chatted excitedly.

“Not to mention the fact that it doesn’t even show up on the map,” Remus said, “It’s incredible.”

“The Room of Requirement,” You mused, “I like the sound of it.”

“Do you think a lot of people know about it?” James asked excitedly, jumping up and down a little bit on a nearby couch.

Peter gasped, “Maybe we’re the first ones to discover it!” He practically squealed.

You laughed, leaning back in your own hammock across from Sirius’s, “I think I could get used to this.”

Special things I compile, each one there to make you smile on a rainy day

“Hey, guys,” You smiled weakly as you glanced up at them, “How’s it going?”

James and Sirius grinned widely at you, coming to a stop in front of the couch you were sitting at and dumping arms full of cookie bags onto the cushions to your sides.

“What the-“ Your eyes widened as you stared at the treats, “What are you guys doing?”

James shrugged, plopping down beside you and offering you a bag while taking one for himself, “You weren’t having that great of a day, so we decided to try and make you feel better.”

“And what better way to do that then bring up some junk food for us all to share.” Sirius added.

Your smile turned genuine this time, “You… you guys didn’t have to do that.”

“We wanted to,” James shrugged as if it was nothing.

“And besides,” The other boy wore a playful grin, “It’s an excuse to eat cookies.”

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy

“You’re insane, James Potter.” You crossed your arms over your chest, “I hope you know that.”

He threw you a grin, “Insane? Or just a hopeless romantic?” He asked.

“Insane.” You confirmed, letting loose a sigh when you realized he had already diverted his attention to where Lily Evans sat across the library, reading out of a large book.

“Look at her,” He sighed dreamily, “She’s perfect.”

You bit back an amused smirk, “Come on, Prongs, just go talk to her. Give her the flowers.”

James’s face immediately dropped, “Wait-uh-no… maybe- maybe this was a bad idea after all.”

“Hey,” You gently scolded, “It was my idea, remember? I thought of it to try and help you to finally get you to shut up about it?”

The black haired boy gulped and looked down at the bouquet of beautiful wild flowers he had picked specially for her- with your guidance, of course.

“Deep breaths, Prongsie.” You reminded him, placing a calming hand on his shoulder and offering him a reassuring smile, “You got this.”

He attempted his best grin, “I got this.” He repeated somewhat shakily.

You gave him a gentle shove forward and he made his way over to Lily, gently tapping her on the shoulder and flusteredly presenting the bouquet to her, all while you watched from afar with a proud smile resting upon your face.

They can say, they can say we've lost our minds

“To the Marauders,” You raised a glass.

“Here, here!” The four boys echoed back, clinking all your glasses together before taking sips out of their own.

You smiled, sitting down at the table of Three Broomsticks with them, admiring the way they all chatted and laughed amongst one another.

You couldn’t be more happy that there weren’t any empty carts that first day of Hogwarts on the Express.

My Little Bit of Magic 🧙- @your-local-questioning-agender @its-hell l @i-writes-things @etanordoesbullsh1t @wolfmoonmusic @kiyomi-uchiha777

[warnersister]

Intoxicating Toxicity

Song Based Headcannon

Michael Gray x Reader

The room was a mess. Valuables thrown; wallpaper torn; feelings hurt. You and Michael were silent for a moment, voices sore from the incessant screaming you did at one another. Constantly arguing, constantly on the same page but one of you has the book upside down. This time you were bickering because you were having a conversation with a young man at the races who was arguably charming. You had to converse with him as it was your job to be hospitable and make as much money as possible but Michael sees red every time another male breathes your air.

“Don’t make me get violent.” He spoke quietly, voice an eerie kind of gentle. “I’ll kill any man that fucking looks at you. Dares to see your beauty.” You clenched your jaw. “It’s my job, Michael. I can’t just ignore clients-” “well you know my views on you working. If I had it my way you’d be in this house all day; every day. Where I know you’re safe.” He exhaled smoothly. “That’s an old fashioned view now, Michael. I want to offer something too.” You reply, similar tone to your own voice. “You don’t need to. I’ll pay for anything. Everything. And if you disagree then I want my ring back because baby, that’s a diamond.”

You looked at your ring finger then back to Michael. “You don’t listen anyways-” you began “I’ll be quiet, then.” He cut you off. “I don’t really feel like fighting.” You say, sighing gently. There was silence for a moment in which you looked off absentmindedly; and in that time Michael studied your facial features appreciatively - seeing the cogs in your head turning as you thought independently. “I’ll quit.” You said quietly, looking back to your fiancée expectantly.

His eyes lit up as his body relaxed hearing the words he’d be wishing you’d say for years now. “I’ll give my notice tomorrow, two more weeks and I’m yours.” You continue. “And I’ll stay here and I’ll stay safe and I’ll go places with you because God knows nothing feels safe without a blinder.” Your chest rises and falls.

Michael approaches you slowly, grasping your face in between his hands before kissing you softly. “Thank you. And I’ll spend less time with Tommy, more with you. We’ll plan our wedding and get married. We’ll have ten kids and move to the country. I’ll be all yours if you’re all mine.” He leant his forehead against yours.

“Ten kids? I don’t think I can do that many.” You chuckle softly. “I’ll fuck you until I can’t.” And he kissed you again.

This was in no way your first nor last argument but this life was yours and so was Michael. And this is the way it will be.

[haniwrites]

♡ fuck it i love you

pairings : kei tsukishima/reader

genre : angst ; tw - mentions of blood, a lil gore

spoilers : none !

summary : slowly questioning the relationship you built with tsukishima on lies.

note : uhm uhm hi ?

"dream a little dream of me, make me into something sweet."

you wanted to keep a brave face because you were scared to fall apart so easily in his absence. he was gone but not really, not physically, just mentally. you could feel an invisible barrier grow slowly between you and tsukki. you held yourself together by replaying the bittersweet memories of him always being close to you and reminding you everyday how you were his forever to keep. that time felt so far gone but you revelled in those broken pieces of his previous self which reminded you of why you fell for him in the first place. they were not perfect at all. tsukki was always closed off, quiet and maintained his civility in all matters. it was difficult for you to poke and prod around his heart and mind to understand him. your efforts were futile and he was scared to trust you.

you were patient though, unwavering and forthcoming in declaring your fondness for his antics. it was his quietness and determined nature which drew you towards him, like a moth to a flame. their relationship was built upon wistful gazes, those fleeting touches and occasional exchanges of speech. you observed every little thing about him, how the words spilled from the concave spaces between his strawberry soft lips. you had felt the urge to touch them and run your fingers across his warm skin. this game of push and pull went on for days until the day tsukki hurt his hand. you saw the beads of blood drip between his fingers, marring his pale skin, the contrast so bright and flowing across his arm. you had ran towards him, looking at him with worry etched across your face. he refused your help but eventually gave in, grimacing at your stubborn nature but loosening up as he saw you chuckle at his state. you took his palm, feeling the calloused skin against your soft ones. it bought you comfort and peace because this was the closest you will ever get to him. you wanted to burn every part of it inside your mind. his fingers were slender with lithe grace, aiding him in playing volleyball. they always called him thin and bony but you saw it differently. he was agile like a deer with nimble limbs that added to his confident posture. you were enamoured by how pretty this boy was.

so you were not surprised by the all too familiar sweet despondency you felt when you had the epiphany that he perhaps does not feel the same emotions you feel. that, in simple words, he was losing interest. you pondered upon the fast fading liveliness of your relationship with tsukishima, eliciting a grunt from you as you again sat alone for dinner. the rose-coloured romanticism which painted your bond with him was breaking apart, tying you to the shackles of reality. not everything was as flawless as you deemed it to be. your ever emerging need for reassurance and his aloofness towards human sentiments were constantly at war, leaving you two at each other's throats. the distance floated like an entity between you and him, unspoken but almost tangible.

yet it did not stop you from reminiscing the fond but melancholic memories of you and him. you wondered how he kept you pulled in, his magnetic field getting stronger as time passed by. even now, after that fateful revelation, you refused to let the truth swallow you, clinging onto the superficial affection which he sent your way. it was startling to see how his bitter words were contrasting to the softness of his lips. the same lips which kissed you and touched you in places of your ardent reverie. it was slipping through your fingers and you were desperately trying to hold it and keep it close to you. the same man which built your confidence, your belief in your thoughts and coaxing you to love yourself a little more was the one aiming for your heart, breaking down whatever was left and taking back what he had given to you. you couldn't lie anymore because it left an angry bruise on your psyche, infuriating you even more.

but deep down you were just sad. it was a shame how you kept delaying the truth that was handed out to you like a beautifully crafted meal on a glass plate that looked better than it tasted. your broken heart was equivalent to melted ice cream on an awfully hot and uncomfortable day. you had to take the final step instead of twisting and turning the same thoughts inside your head. his sweetness drew you in but his rages burnt your heart harder. you cannot leave, it seemed impossible to break the connection between you and tsukki. he was barely there and you had no way of getting through his heart.

the final blow happened when you caught tsukki eye fucking your bestfriend. how could you not see this coming? the missed dinner dates, coming home late, the distance, everything. you stared at yourself in the mirror so hard you could see your face distort and twist and turn. you felt like you were being dragged across uneven land, the rocks and stones stabbing at your back. you picked at your nails, the skin around them seeing little beads of blood pool around your cuticles. you still loved him didn't you? a monologue playing in your head as you dissected the situation. which side should you pick? if you weren't already so fucked up, this was just an added bonus. another episode, a relapse and you couldn't make another person stay in your life.

tsukki was your entire world. if you could, you would have burnt everyone down to get to him. you felt like you owed him your unconditional love and ask for nothing in return. your identity was lost, you did not speak, you quietly forgave him. this was a masquerade where both of you put on a facade. it seemed better to just let your love burn. it should've been colourful, soft cinders but instead you played a game under this grisly confetti of ashes.

[mindful-of-ideas]

Inspired by the song Villains by Stella Jang

We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side

But what if we're the villains on the other

A/N: You guys really love Peaky stuff, and I love writing it. 

TW: Physical and verbal abuse

“Y/N!” Finn called as you turned into the alley.

“Hey,” you said as you got up to him, “What’s up?”

“Tommy gave me a special order…” he started, “And I want you to join me!”

“What does it imply exactly,” you asked, slightly worried.

You hadn’t known Finn for long, but you knew that an order from Tommy could range from spying to almost killing someone.

“Come on Y/N, can’t you just say yes without asking questions for once?”

“I just don’t like it when people get hurt, and you know that,” you retorted.

“It will be fun, just say yes.”

“I just want to make sure no one will get hurt…”

Because someone always eventually ended up getting hurt. And you couldn’t let it happen anymore, not without saying something.

You liked Finn. You liked him a lot. From the moment you met him, you knew he wasn’t like his brothers. You knew there was a softer side to him and maybe, just maybe, you could help him embrace that side. Not completely, because you grew to like his more chaotic and risk-taking side, but just enough for him to keep out of trouble. He had potential, so much wasted potential. If only he could see himself the way you saw him.

“Including us,” you added, “You can at least tell me that, can’t you?”

“Tommy was right,” he grumbled.

“What was that?” you asked.

“Tommy was right!” he said louder, “You’re probably working with the coppers!”

Your heart dropped in your chest.

How could he know? There was no way he could know. You took every precaution, followed everything your father told you. He couldn’t know your father was spying on the Peaky Blinders and it was impossible for Finn to know you were helping him.

“What? What are you saying?” you asked, trying your best to hide your concern, “What did Thomas say?”

“Like I’m gonna tell you! If you’re working with the cops, I shouldn’t even be talking to you!”

“Finn… come on, I’m not working with them, you got to believe me.“

That was true, you weren’t working per se with the cops.

“Tommy knows your dad, Y/N! Stop lying! He told me he was a spy during the war. And a bloody good one!”

“So what, my dad was a spy! What does this have to do with me? With us!”

“Wanna talk about what happened in Ireland?”

You didn’t know what to say.

“Or in London? No, uhh! You’re working for him, Y/N. You’re infiltrating criminal gangs, cause no one would suspect you, just for him to take them down. He’s using you!”

‘You’re right’ you wanted to scream, ‘My dad is using me. I never asked for any of this… and I genuinely like you…’ but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t, say that.

“Finn…” you said taking a step towards him, “I… I really like… I like spending time with you… I… I would never do anything to hurt you, you have to believe me.”

You could feel tears filling your eyes, but you couldn’t cry. Not in front of him. You blinked to chase them as anger seemed to replace sadness.

“Really, you wouldn’t hurt me? Is that why you’re doing all this?”

“Finn, your brothers are hurting people! Just last week, a man died because of them. He left behind three children. The oldest was only 8 years old! How can you stand for that?”

“I don’t…” he started.

But you cut him. Somehow, you couldn’t understand why he was angry with you. You were on the right side after all. The Peakys and he were the ones doing illegal things and hurting people at the same time.

“And how can you expect me to stand for that, to just watch you follow that same path while doing nothing! I have morals! The Peaky Blinders are tearing families apart and I can’t just watch it happen!”

“How about my family!” he screamed at you, “Have you thought about that, uh? What do you think will happen to me once you put my brothers in prison!”

“Hey, not fair! I’m not the one putting them in prison, my dad is.”

“You’re helping him, same difference. But you didn’t answer my question, what happens to me!”

You didn’t know what to say. You hadn’t really thought about this. Maybe because you didn’t expect to actually get close to Finn or maybe because you knew it would hurt less when it eventually happened if you didn’t think about it.

“I’ll get left behind, that’s what’s gonna happen. I’ll be alone. Did you think of that? What you and your dad are doing isn’t better than what we’re doing. You’re the one tearing families apart!”

He turned around to leave, but not before you could see the tears in his eyes. You ran, trying to catch up with him. He turned around swiftly.

“We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side,” he yelled, “but what if we’re the villains on the other?”

He was right. Of course. But it was too late. There was nothing you could do to change his opinion of you. Still, you could warn him.

“Finn…” you said.

He turned around and came running towards you screaming.

“You’re a traitor Y/N, that’s your deal! Your moral code only holds up for what? ‘Good people’! You can pretend to be better than me all you want but I know, I know you’re no better!”

With that he turned around again, but not before pushing you so hard that you fell flat on the ground.

“Finn!” you cried out.

He stopped walking. That was good enough. That was your last chance.

“Don’t go to the festival tomorrow, please. Or at least, don’t bring any weapons.”

“How can I trust you?” he asked.

“You can’t. But I’m begging you,” you said tears in your eyes, “please, stay safe.”

And just like that, he left.

You knew that going back to your house was nothing but bad news, but there was nowhere else you could go. You didn’t know how, but your father had learned that you had warned Finn about going to the festival. Even if you were his most useful asset, he would never trust you, not completely. He never did and you knew it already. As soon as you stepped into your house and closed the door, all hell broke loose.

You had taken a few beatings before, but nothing like that night. As soon as your dad found you, his hand was around your neck, but it wasn’t long until your head hit the ground. Everything after that was kind of a blur. The physical beating wasn’t the worst part. Being called worthless was worse than a kick in the ribs. Being called a traitor was worse than every slap in the face you received. You knew the bruises would eventually fade, but every name and insult would take longer to heal, if not forever.

You couldn’t make it to the alley the next day. Not that it mattered since Finn was probably getting his ass arrested at the festival. Unless he had listened to you, which you were starting to doubt. How could he trust you to know that he knew the truth? You wouldn’t even trust yourself in this situation.

But you managed to get out of bed without too much difficulty the next day. Your father hadn’t come back after the festival which you interpreted as a successful mission on his part. Finn and the Peaky Blinders were probably in jail, waiting to be interrogated, right now. With your father being absent, it was easier to get out of the house. You were limping badly as one of your legs was covered in bruises and just putting weight on it was painful. Your breathing wasn’t too bad considering you probably had some broken ribs. Still, it took you twice the usual time to get to the alley.

Or maybe it took longer because you didn’t really know why you were going to the alley. You tried to convince yourself it was out of habit, you and Finn had met there every day for well over two months now, but it wasn’t really working.

As you finally got to the alley, it was empty. You looked around at the street you had learned to love. It felt empty now. You didn’t feel like waiting for someone who might never show up, but you couldn’t go back to your house now. And you needed the break. Your head was throbbing and you had trouble catching your breath. You sat down beside some crate, resting your back on the wall and hiding yourself from the people walking down the street. You closed your eyes but it was useless, tears were already running done your cheeks.

“Y/N,” someone called from the end of the alley.

It was Finn.

“Y/N,” he asked again, “Are you there?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer him.

“I just…” he started.

You could hear him sit down on the other side of the crate.

“I just wanted to thank you for warning me… I… I chose to believe you and it paid off. We went to the festival with no weapons and your dad went all out. Huge arrest that turned out to be for nothing and now they’re all blaming him for ruining the day. And the other cops aren’t too happy. They really looked like idiots out there! So, yeah, some thanks are in order I guess…”

“No problem,” you managed to croak.

“And Y/N,” he said.

“Mmmh?”

If it had been anyone else but Finn, you would probably have passed out. It felt like someone had poured scalding hot molten metal in your head. You couldn’t even tell if you were still crying.

“I guess I also wanted to apologize,” he said getting up, though you couldn’t hear him do that, “I… I’m blaming you for hurting me, for betraying me, but for all I know that’s exactly what I did yesterday.”

‘Except he had every right to feel betrayed and to do the same in return,’ you thought, ‘There was really poor logic to what he was saying. Or maybe the headache was turning his words into nonsense’

He was making his way around the crate, unbeknownst to you.

“I’m like your only friend here… and maybe you genuinely liked me, maybe all your father did was use you. That’s what I’m choosing to believe since you basically saved my ass, all of our asses yesterday,” he said, “So, can we make peace and shake on? Y/N!”

He had finally made it to your side of the crate.

“Y/N! Holy shit! What happened!”

You opened your eyes and smiled weakly, but couldn’t stop crying. You could see him kneeling by your side.

“I’ll be okay,” you managed to say.

“Okay? Okay! No, you won’t! Y/N, you’re shaking, you can barely keep your eyes open…”

“I have some broken ribs…” you added.

“You have some… what! What happened,” he asked again. “Y/N, did he do this? Did your father do this?”

You nodded.

“And your neck, Y/N,” he said softly, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head slightly.

You could feel his other hand hovering above your neck. It wasn’t threatening like your father’s hand has been, yet you wished he wouldn’t touch it either.

Suddenly, you felt his hand wiping down a tear from your cheek. You leaned into it. It was cold but comforting. You stayed like that until you felt like you could open your eyes again. And when you did, Finn was smiling at you. Slowly, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and helped you get on your feet.

“Do you feel like you can walk,” he asked.

“Yeah…” you said, but after only a few steps it felt like the ground gave way under your feet.

Luckily, Finn was quick enough to catch you.

“I’ll help you, okay? I’m getting you home Y/N.”

“Home?” you asked, not sure what he was referring to.

“Yeah, home with me. I’ll explain everything to Tommy. We’ll take care of you. You won’t ever have to see your father again.”

“Thank you,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“No, thank you,” you heard him whisper.

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

illicit affairs - Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: Hi friends! Yes I am starting a new story but it will be on hold for a period of time. I have several stories and series that I am working on and I hate starting something new without finishing other things. But if you don't want to miss an update, please let me know so I can add you to the taglist! Yes, this will be based off the song by Taylor Swift so it will have the song listed!

*side bar, I do not believe in having an affair if you are married! This is solely for the purpose of writing my side of this song

Warnings: Affair, pining, longing, angst, fluff

Supernatural Masterlist | Masterlist of all Masterlists

No I'm not a bad person, I never meant for this to happen but he came into my life in the most unexpected way and he changed everything. I never wanted to hurt her or ruin everything she made with him but I didn't choose this to happen. I've made a horrible mistake and I don't expect anyone to forgive me, but if you just take time to listen to me, I'm sure you can understand my side of things. I met a man, fell in love with him, and he just happened to be married. 

[saythenamecabebe]

Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

Warnings: Miscarriage, Depression? Angst? (Let me know if there's anything else I miss)

A|N: Based on the song, "Bigger Than The Whole Sky" by Taylor Swift. I hope you guys like this one, I've been having writers block 😭 I did cut some parts of the song out. I recommend hearing the song while reading this. Let me know what you guys think.

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No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

"I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Hong."

For the past two hours, that sentence has been replaying in my head over and over. I sit up on the bed, and my hands begin to tremble. My breathing uneven, my head falls onto my hands, and my vision blurs. Uncontrollable sobs pour out, and then I feel the warm arms of my husband's wrap around me. Josha pulled me into him, and I could feel his body shake as he tried to control the tears that threatened to spill. He holds me close to his chest and kisses my temple. No words were said as we both sit there crying over our beloved loss.

"I'm so sorry, Josh," I cry out. "It's all my fault, I'm the reason why our baby isn't here with us. I'm the reason why we lose everything because everything I touch gets sick."

"Don't say that," he cries. "None of this is your fault. Do you hear me? None. This happens, and it's out of our control. So please, my love, do not blame yourself."

I wrap my arms around his neck as he tries to pull me impossibly closer to his chest, and tears consume us once more.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Did some force take you because I didn't pray?

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

'Cause it's all over, it's not meant to be

So I'll say words I don't believe

I entered the room where Joshua and I spent most of our time getting ready to welcome the new edition into our family. I walk up to the crib where our child would've slept in, tears spilling in the process, and I wipe them away. I look at the dresser where the ultrasound was displayed in a tiny frame. My fingers gently run across the wood and onto the photo.

'Mommy is so sorry, baby. It's my fault that you are not with us. I haven't had the chance to at least hold you in my arms that were supposed to protect and love you, my little angel, but I do love you so much.'

Tears stream out of my eyes and down my cheeks. I hold the photo in my hands and place a kiss onto it. I put the photo in it's place and walk out of the room. I close the door and head to my own. I lay in bed as the tears continue to fall. I feel the bed dip behind me and I'm pulled into Josh's chest. I could feel him place kisses on the back of my head. I turn in his arms and look at him, eyes red, and swollen. I wipe his tears away as he does for me. I place a kiss onto his plump soft lips and rest my forehead against his.

"I know what you're thinking, and it's not your fault, love. They know it isn't your fault either."

I sigh and nod my head as a silent okay. He pulls me to his chest once more. My eyes flutter shut and sleep engulfs me.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

A month has passed since the horrible news, our family and friends would visit us. Seungcheol and the rest of the members stopped by with food and drinks. I sadly smile and head to the kitchen. I pull out the drinks for them and place them onto the counter.

"Hi y/n," Jeonghan says.

"Hi Hannie."

"It's been awhile since I've seen you smile," he states, but carefully contines as if he doesn't want to cause me pain. "I hate to bring up this topic since I know it's very sensitive and fresh, but how do you really feel?"

I sigh as I look at the counter, I could feel the tears, but I keep them at bay. I slowly breathe in and out. I turn to look at Jeonghan and I see a mixture of worry and sadness in his facial features.

"I still feel as if it's my fault. Shua says it isn't, but I still can't help feel this way."

"I understand, I mean, no words will make you think or feel otherwise. But what he says is true, it's not your fault, and we all love you. We are all here for both of you. I hope you know that."

"I do, Hannie." I sadly smiled. "It's just hard to live knowing that I've never got to see their face, hold them, and give them kisses. It's not fair that I loved them so much, and they were taken away from me."

Jeonghan pulls me into a hug. "You'll both be okay. You both will have another opportunity one day to be able to love another child of our own again. It's going to take time to heal these wounds, but we are here for you." He says once more as he pulls away. I smile at Jeonghan and wipe my tears.

"Thank you, Hannie."

"Let me help you with the drinks."

He grabs a couple of bottles, and I do the same. I entered the living room and found the members spread out on the floor passes plates and food. I smile and go to sit next to Josh. Josh looks up at me and smiles but fades away once he sees my face.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Everything's fine," I said. "I was just talking with Jeonghan."

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks once again.

"Yes," I say with a smile.

Josh looks at me again and smiles. He places a kiss on my head and pulls me close to him. The rest of the night is filled with laughter and smiles.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

White roses fill the backyard garden. Family surrounding both Joshua and I as we held a small black box containing a yellow onesie that would've been our little angel's. Tears rolled down my face, Joshua held out a tissue for me, and I dapped it onto my cheeks and let out a shaky sigh. I look back at Joshua and let out a small thank you. He holds my hand and places a gentle kiss on my knuckles.

Joshua and I walked up to the sliver stand that was surrounded by the roses. I kiss my fingers and place it onto the headstone. 'Our Beloved Child, Angel Hong'. Sobs spill out and go on my knees with the help of Joshua. He soon follows, and we hold the box and place it onto the ground. Hands grabbed the soil, and we placed flower seeds once it was completely buried. I hold my face in my hands as I continue to sob, and I feel my mother help me back onto my feet. She holds me close to her and places kisses on my head. My dad rubbed my back, trying to soothe me. My siblings stand close to me as they cry. I lift my head up from my mom's shoulder and look towards Joshua. His mom holds him, his uncle handing him a tissue and his members looking at the ground.

Joshua looks at me and lets go of his mother as we make our way towards each other. He wraps his arms around my waist, and I wrap mine around his neck. His face buried in the crook of my neck, and he placed a kiss. We stayed there for a while, holding each other, he pulls away and placed a kiss on my lips.

"Our Angel will be watching over us now," he says. "My love, I haven't said this in a while with everything that has been happening, but I love you so much."

Tears well up in my eyes, and I blink them away.

"They are now in heaven resting," I say. " I love you so much, too."

I placed another kiss on his plump lips, but we soon pulled away and headed inside the house where our family was waiting for us.

"Wait... Josh, I want to do something," I tell him.

He looks back and nods his head. We walk back to the spot where Angel's headstone is at. We stand side by side as silence consumes us. I take a step towards the stone and place my hand on it.

"Angel," I start. "Our sweet little Angel, though we will never get the chance to meet or know you. Just know we will never forget the moments we had with you when you were still in my belly. Those midnight snacks you wanted that your dad would get for us, but what I want to say is we love you so much, baby."

I place a kiss onto the stone and backed away. My hand finds Joshua's, and I hold onto it tightly. I wipe my tears away and look at Joshua. I wipe away his tears, and he smiles at me. I kiss Joshua's lips, and we make our way inside the house.

'Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, our sweet little Angel'

[dreamxloki]

Dandelions

summary: reader still can’t believe that tom is hers and only hers, so she makes sure that tom knows. everyday that she loves him.

warnings: the cutest fluff ever

a/n: all i’m gonna say is that, i couldn’t stop smiling down at my phone for this one 🥰

Y/n couldn’t believe it was real. Tom Hiddleston, her boyfriend, was sitting right next to her on the couch. It had been months since they had seen each other, and even though they talked on the phone and video chatted every day, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all just a dream.

Tom noticed her staring at him and smiled. “What’s on your mind, love?” he asked, reaching over to take her hand. Y/n shook her head. “Nothing, just can’t believe you’re really here.”

Tom chuckled and squeezed her hand. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Y/n.” Y/n’s heart swelled with emotion. She had always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, but with Tom, it was different. He made her believe that true love really did exist.

“I love you too,” she said, leaning in to kiss him. Tom’s lips were warm and soft against hers, and she felt herself melt into him. It was moments like these that she wanted to hold onto forever.

As they pulled away, Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. Was he about to propose?

Tom noticed her expression and chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s not a ring,” he said, handing her the box. Y/n opened it to find a single dandelion inside. It was a bit wilted and looked like it had been picked from a nearby field, but to Y/n, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.  

“Tom, it’s beautiful,” she said, tears filling her eyes. Tom smiled. “I know you love dandelions. I picked this one for you on my over here.”

Y/n couldn’t believe it. Tom had remembered something so small and insignificant but so important to her. It was moments like these that made her realize just how much he loved her. As the days went by, Y/n made sure to tell how much she loved him every chance she got. She left little notes around the apartment, cooked him his favourite meals, and even surprised him with tickets to see his favourite play.

Tom was grateful for all of it, but he didn’t need grand gestures to know how much Y/n loved him. It was in the way she looked at him, the way she touched him, and the way she made him feel.

One evening, as they were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, Y/n turned to Tom and said, “I just want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world.” Tom smiled at her words and kissed her forehead. “And I love you more than words can say.”

Y/n snuggled closer to him, feeling content and happy. She had never felt so loved and cherished before. As the night wore on, they eventually fell asleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Y/n dreamed of dandelions and Tom, two things that had become inextricably linked in her mind.

The next morning, Y/n woke up to the smell of pancakes cooking in the kitchen. Her favourite. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, stretching her limbs. As she walked into the kitchen, she saw Tom standing over the stove, flipping pancakes with a gorgeous smile on his face.

“Good morning, love,” he said, turning to look at her. “I made you breakfast!” Y/n couldn’t help but smile. “You’re too good too me, Tom.” Tom walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I do it because I love you,” he said, kissing her cheek.

Y/n leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. She knew that this moment, this feeling, was something she would hold onto forever.

As they sat down t eat breakfast, Y/n couldn’t help but feel grateful for Tom and everything he had brought into her life. He had shown her what it meant to love and be loved in return, and she knew that she would always cherish that.

After breakfast, Tom suggested that they go for a walk in the park. It was a beautiful day outside, and Y/n loved the idea of spending some time outdoors with him. As they walked hand in hand, they came across a field filled with dandelions. Y/n’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Tom, look at all the dandelions!” she exclaimed. Tom smiled. “I know, love. Do you want to pick some?” Y/n nodded eagerly and bent to pick a few. As she did, she noticed Tom taking out his phone and snapping a few pictures.

“What are you doing?” she asked, standing up. Tom showed her the pictures he had taken. They were of Y/n, surrounded by dandelions, with the biggest smile on her face.

“Just capturing my new lock screen,” he said, putting his phone away. Y/n felt her heart swell with love for him. He was always thinking of ways to make her feel special and loved.

As they continued walking, Y/n couldn’t help but feel grateful for the little moments that made up their relationship. The dandelions, the breakfasts, the walks in the park – they were all reminders of the love they shared.

When they returned home, Y/n knew that she wanted to do something special for Tom. She had an idea in mind and quickly got to work. As Tom sat on the couch, Y/n presented him with a scrapbook she had made. It was filled with pictures of them together, along with notes and memories of their time together.

Tom flipped through the pages; his eyes filled with emotion. “This is amazing, Y/n. You put so much work into this.” Y/n smiled. “I wanted to do something to show you how much I love you.” Tom pulled her close and kissed her. “You don’t have to do anything, love. I know how much you love me, and that’s all that matters.”

Y/n felt tears fill her eyes. Tom was right. She didn’t have to do anything to prove her love for him. It was in the way she looked at him, the ways she touched him, and the way she made him feel.

As the day came to an end, Y/n and Tom cuddled up on the couch, watching the sunset outside their window. Y/n knew that she had found her forever in Tom, and she was grateful for every moment they spent together. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared, Y/n turned to Tom and whispered, “I love you, Tom. More than anything in this world.” Tom smiled and kissed her passionately. “And I love you, Y/n. Always and forever.”

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of their love, Y/n knew that the dandelions would always be a symbol of the love they shared – a love that would never fade or wilt away.

[kiingbiing]

major Leo moment

[k-hotchoisan]

backseat serenade

<mingi x fem!reader>

Getting stuck in the backseat of your friend’s car after a night out with your drunk friends wasn’t how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingi’s lap.

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseat…, furcoat mingi

word count: 3.3K (what the fucK)

a/n: y'all be eating fucking good fr. Also shout out to my loml @bro-atz for helping out with the plot a little <3 shout out to mingi brain rot!

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“Who else is here?” You ask. 

She shrugs. “My boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.” Well, you’ve definitely met a couple of your friend’s boyfriend’s friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces. 

And then your eyes rest on a particular male—his hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. He’s been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friend’s Instagram. 

“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?”, your friend’s date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours. 

You cast him a glance. “Just surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.”

“That’s-“

“Song Mingi”, you reply, not taking notice of your friend’s boyfriend’s surprised expression. 

“You know him?”

“Came across him”, you reply a little too quickly. You sure as hell were not about to spill the truth. 

He definitely looks and is intimidating for sure, especially when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice so low that it tickles your ears. You could hear him talk forever, you think. You could imagine how he moans in your ears.

You blink. The fuck?

And so, for the past hour or so, you’ve been stealing glances at the blond male, but unfortunately, there was only so much staring could do, and it was not helping you get the male’s attention. Sure, the both of you actually followed each other (you were surprised when he followed you back), and the way he liked your stories sometimes made your stomach grow butterflies, but you never actually interacted with him in real life. 

It wasn’t until the party was slowing down, when you came back from being distracted by another friend, was when you realise Mingi was gone. A ping of disappointment fills you up, but it’s not as horrendous as the feeling of regret—for not just going up to talk to him. You wonder when you’ll see him again.

You decide to find your friend and call it a night.

“Do you wanna hitch a ride with us?”, your friend asks, uselessly trying to balance herself, her partner holding onto her waist. 

“The driver didn’t drink, I promise”, your friend’s partner assures. 

You open the car door and your eyes widen when you spot Mingi. 

You whip your head to your friend to ask her sincewhen Mingi came with the friend group but you realise you wouldn’t be getting any concrete answers from a tipsy person. 

You glance back at the male donned in the maroon fur coat, who seems rather surprised when he sees that you were the one who opened the car door. 

But Mingi’s expression remains indifferent—god knows what he’s thinking about but you swore you saw a tint of something in his eyes when your friends told you to just sit on his lap because “the car had no space”. 

“Hi, y/n”, Mingi’s deep voice calling your name is kept in a bottle and stored at the back of your head. 

“Hey Mingi”, you greet back, cautiously approaching him. 

“Are you okay with this?” You ask, testing the waters by putting your weight on his left thigh. 

“It’s fine. I’m just worried that it’s gonna be uncomfortable for you since it’s gonna take a while to reach your place right?”

Right. You nod in defeat. 

Your body jolts slightly when you feel Mingi’s touch burn against your skin—especially your thighs. 

His friend on the passenger seat has the aux cord and he’s picked out a song to blast in the speakers. You feel goosebumps bloom across the nape of your neck when Mingi’s voice hits your ear from behind. 

“Sorry, you might need to move in a little more, Princess. We have three more squeezing with us at the back.”

You blink, processing the information before internally thanking the universe that the car is dark so the red flushing against your cheeks gets hidden. 

Soon you find yourself fully on Mingi’s lap, and although you try not to lean too much against him, you realise the position feels awkward, and when Mingi personally shifts you with his hands instead, you decide to stay put. 

The energy in the car is high, even after all that partying, which you easily deduce to be due to the alcohol. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be singing along at the top of your lungs, not when you’re subconsciously aware that Mingi is just behind you. 

Sitting on someone’s lap was definitely not as comfortable as sitting on a car seat, and that was a given, so you find yourself shifting constantly, not realising Mingi closing his fists every time your ass shifts against him, particularly his crotch. 

Suddenly you feel the weight below you shift. Mingi’s arm wraps around your waist, his weight pressing against you. You stay put the moment you feel his lips barely inches away from the shell of your ear. 

“I strongly suggest you try to stay still, y/n, or it’ll become a problem for the both of us.” 

You turn your head slightly, barely enough to capture him within your peripherals. At first, you wonder if you’re starting to annoy him, but when you feel his hands slide down to your thighs and something hard pressing against your ass, you get your answer. 

And you wonder how far you should take this. 

Your face is heating up, at the idea you’re just sitting on Mingi’s thick erection, separated by the fabric of his pants and the ridiculously thin fabric of your body con dress. You wonder about his size, which only gets more vivid since you’re literally sitting right on his fucking cock—how thick he would be, how much he would stretch you open, and it’s making you slowly drench your panties. 

The more his erection is blatantly pressing against you, the more you can’t help but fidget on his lap. You’re wondering why Mingi hasn’t said anything, you wonder if he even felt it at all. The moment that thought forms in your brain, you pick out what sounded like low groans from behind you. Then you feel Mingi’s fingers press against your bare thighs, just this fucking close to lifting your dress. 

Mingi shifts against you, his hard cock now even more prominent against your ass—directly below your pussy if it wasn’t for the fact that there were layers of annoying fabric keeping them apart. 

His deep voice is like a melody in your ear,  “I’m closing an eye if you’re just doing this on accident, but there’s only so much more grinding I can take princess.”

You glance over to the company seated just right beside you—they are still singing their hearts out thanks to the self-assigned DJ of the car. The music was still blasting, and you realise you and Mingi are slowly forming another world—one growing of hot and heavy air. 

You’re trying to weigh your options and risks, but the constant friction of Mingi’s cock just poking you through his pants mixed with the light buzz from the alcohol earlier is keeping you less than logical. 

You lean back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the thick coat tickle your cheeks, taking in the scent of his cologne that you swear only he could pull off, the boldness rushing into your veins like adrenaline.

“And if I said it wasn’t an accident?”

You don’t know what he might do next, but it’s making your legs tremble by the second. Your clit is fucking throbbing from the sheer anticipation. 

Mingi’s eyes dart to glance at you while his head remains positioned straight, before he presses himself onto you with a smirk against your ears, “Right. Glad we cleared that up, princess.” 

His hands press on the sides of your throat, two fingers tipping your jaw to turn your head to face him as he clashes his lips against yours, and you’re ready for him to just take whatever the fuck you have left. You’re doing your best to muffle your moans through the kisses, but as every second passes, you’re ready to give into it—mostly scream his fucking name into the night at this point. 

Your eyes are so glazed out, your pussy throbbing and drenched, your mind so sexually frustrated the more Mingi keeps you waiting. Mingi’s fingers trail along your bare thighs, his legs forcing yours to stay open, easily letting the gather of your dress push upwards, while his fingers push your panties to the side. You hear him mutter fuck when your wet cunt drenches his fingers. He barely drags his fingers over your clit, yet you already feel like you’re about to burst. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” Mingi asks, sinking his gaze into yours. You swallow hard and nod, so fucking entranced by his sharp eyes behind the glasses, and alongside the fact that his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet for me”, he hisses, eating up your moans as he fits his thick fingers into your pussy, filling you up instantly. Oh god. You feel your mind completely blank out at the sensation of Song Mingi stretching you out. 

You swear that the wet sounds of Mingi’s fingers fucking your sopping cunt were louder than the music, but for some reason, and thank fuck, no one else seemed to notice. Yet. 

His other hand clasps over your mouth as he watches your eyes roll back, your desperate and satisfied moans muffled every time his thumb presses against your clit while his fingers fill you up again and again. 

You shouldn’t have agreed to stay quiet. 

Mingi’s legs are strong as fuck because his knees keep your legs from snapping shut as you let the feeling build in your stomach. Your hips are involuntarily bucking against his fingers, craving for him to fuck his fingers deeper. Shit. You can’t seem to get enough. He releases his hand off your mouth for a while, letting it wander to your tits, rolling your nipples over your dress with his fingers, listening to you pant and whimper.  

“Can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt once we get off”, he mutters into your ear, increasing his pressure on your clit. 

“Please… fuck! Mingi…” you trail, not even sure what you’re begging for at this point. But the knot tightens hard and taut. You’re about to snap anytime soon. 

“Cum on my fingers for me, y/n. Show me how your cunt is gonna feel like when my cock is gonna stuff you full.”

His hand goes back to clamping over your mouth to muffle your cries while your orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back, and your back arched against his abdomen, the pleasure spreading through every nerve while he’s still fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way you’re completely undone because of him. Your cunt can’t seem to stop spasming and it’s only from his fucking fingers. 

But it slowly wears off, and he releases his hand from your mouth, letting you catch your breath. 

His fingers slowly leave your spent and creamy cunt, and for a split second, you’re almost disappointed. You turn your head, watching Mingi slide his stained fingers past his lips, licking them clean, and his eyes locked onto you. 

“You taste so fucking good, Princess”, he whispers, before his hands are on your throat again, pulling you in for a wet kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue, your face heating up at his words once more. 

The split second you pull away from him is when the music stops, and you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!”

Your eyes widen, and Mingi lowers his knees, letting you quickly shut your legs, letting his arm rest close to your legs, blocked by his fur coat. Thank fuck you’re in the dark. 

“This is your stop right?” Your friend asks before she turns on the interior car lights. You glance at the apartment building and sure enough, it is your apartment building. 

“Right”, you manage to answer with a forced smile. 

And as you are about to leave the car, Mingi suddenly announces, “I’ll send her up. Don’t wait for me.” He takes off his fur coat, draping it over your shoulders, quickly turning away as he pushes the car door open, ignoring the suggestive looks his group of friends were giving him before curtly saying his goodbyes and shutting the car door. 

Mingi is pretty much gentle with you as the both of you head up to your apartment, asking if you’re feeling cold, even though he’s only in a black tank top. You can’t help but gawk at how he looks even under shitty elevator lights—still so fucking hot. His fingers haven’t let go of yours yet since the both of you left the car, and he sure isn’t letting you go when the both of you reach to the door of your apartment. 

You feel so ridiculous in this oversized fur coat, but the fact that Mingi’s smell is just all over it makes you turn a blind eye to it. 

You unlock the door, pushing it open, the post nut clarity hitting, but the realisation of Mingi in a private space with you sending you mind into the gutter. 

And suddenly you feel your cunt throb again. Fuckin hell. 

“Cute place you have there”, he comments, slipping his shoes off. 

“I try to make the most out of it”, you return, taking off the fur coat, handing it back to him. 

Mingi pauses, staying near the door.

“I got no clue why I left the car like that, y/n. If you want me to leave, I can just call a cab and-“ 

His mouth runs, watching the way you’re walking towards him, and his lips snap shut when you pull him in for an open mouth kiss, his thoughts completely disappearing like they never existed. 

“Finish what you started, Minki”, you whisper when you pull away. 

For once, you like the way red looks on his pretty face, the red that disappears when he catches on, eye fucking you while thinking how fucking hot you look under normal apartment lights than the dim lights. 

His hands cup the back of your neck before his fingers are on your scalp, tugging your hair to face him, letting his lips collide with yours. You taste him so much more intensely now, and fuck does he taste like heaven. 

You feel his hands leave your head, going for your wrists instead, and he backs you up against the wall, deciding to pin your fucking wrists against the wall while stealing all of the oxygen you have left in between pants. 

His fingers trail down so lightly across your skin, you feel like you’re about to combust. 

“Is the couch fine for you?” He asks. You nod, just internally begging him to do anything to you. 

His hands slip down to your thighs, carrying you up in his arms, kissing and sucking against the skin of your neck while he navigates through your apartment. When he does find the couch (rather quickly), he lets you fall onto it, watching the way your dress rides up higher to your hips, your soaked panties coming into view, and his cock growing hard once more. 

“You know, you’re honestly killing me with that dress”, Mingi comments, his fingers tugging off your drenched panties, almost salivating over your glistening cunt. “Had to hold back from just pulling you out and fucking you.”

Oh, fucking gods. 

“That’s why we’re here now, aren’t we?” You tease, watching his satisfied grin grow bigger. 

You can’t wait for him to fuck your brains out. 

Mingi squats, letting his face press against your bare cunt, giving licks up, his tongue pressing against your clit while holding your legs apart. He thinks your whimpers and begs are like a fucking symphony—and he could listen to them over and over again while he breaks you, over and over again. 

It doesn’t last long, unfortunately, because he feels like he’s about to burst the longer he waits, his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants. 

So Mingi unbuckles his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his thick and long cock springs from his apparel, wet and decorated in thick precum. He gives himself quick strokes, amused by the way your face is turning a soft shade of pink. 

His thick fingers once again hold your wrists above you, lining his cock up to your pretty hole and pushing himself in, his girth taking up all space instantly. You see stars splatter beneath your eyelids as his cock stretches you out—thick and heavy. 

“Fuck. Song Mingi-“ you cry out, struggling against his grasp. 

“So fuckin tight, princess. Fuck, you feel so fucking good”, he sighs, letting himself bottom out in you, relishing in the way your face completely contorts into pleasure when he’s fully seated in you. 

And when he starts fucking you, your eyes roll back—the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you switching off most of your senses. 

You sense his arms pining your wrists are growing tired, so you do your best to tap his arm, and Mingi lets go, watching you slide his wrist down to your throat. 

You sure know how to push his buttons. 

He applies pressure and it hits all the perfect spots. A choked moan escapes you while he fucks you dumb. 

“I’d love to choke you more, princess, but I really need you to ride me right now”, Mingi whispers, his fingers leaving your throat, and he pulls his cock out. 

You climb onto his lap, lining his cock before you push yourself down, his fullness knocking the wind out of you once more. 

“Are you gonna take all of my cum like a good girl?” He hums, wiping away the tears from your eyes. You nod weakly, biting your lip. 

“That’s my good girl”, he compliments, and it makes your heart fucking soar. Mingi bounces you on his cock, groaning at the way you’re squeezing around him. “Fuck, squeeze me just like that. God, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Mingi, I’m so close. Oh fuck I’m gonna-“

Mingi only holds your thighs down, watching you shake, feeling your cunt just clenching down and flutter on his cock, cream seeping down his shaft, and he groans in your ear, keeping himself deep in your pussy, his thick cum flooding into your tight cunt, listening to you curse while he forces you to ride out your high. 

“So fucking good. Mingi…” you mutter through tears and hiccup, letting Mingi kiss your tears before he slowly pulls his wet cock out of you, satisfied at the way his cum slowly trickles out of you while you catch your breath. 

Mingi waits for your mind to slowly clear, and you climb off him, but your fingers stay interlocked with his. 

“We can wash up and order food if you want”, you say, trying to avoid the fact that you’re still flushing slightly considering Song Mingi made a wreck out of you. 

But he pulls you along with him. 

“An invitation to shower together? I’ll gladly fuckin take it, princess.”

[vintrage]

can someone please get this girl her dog back

[chloe-skywalker]

My Boy - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,229

Summary: Bucky loves your son, Y/n has a son from a previous bad relationship. And Bucky loves him as his own.

Song: My Boy - Elvie Shane

Authors Note: This is the first song imagine I believe I have ever written. I really love this and again its essentially based off of the story the song gives. I definitely recommend listening to it.

Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

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“So how's things going with Y/n?” Steve asks as Bucky comes to sit on the couch and join everyone.

“Great. She gets me and I seem to get her.” Bucky answered taking the water from Steve’s offering hand, leaning back into the couch.

“How’s it going with her son?” Natasha raised a brow at the super soldier. To her that was the real test. 

“Good. It seems good. He doesn’t hate me. Y/n says he’s always talking about me and when they’ll see me again.” he nodded along with a smile tugging on his lips.

“He likes you Bucky.” Wanda smiled knowingly.

“So far.” Bucky let out a relieved but stressed breath.

“Are you expecting him to hate you at some point?” Steve raised his eyebrows at his childhood friend with shock and confusement.

“I don't want him to but it’s just him and y/n his whole life. I don’t want to think I’m taking his mom from him.” Bucky told them his recently insecure thoughts.

“The kid loves you and you include him in almost everything you do with Y/n. I doubt he feels like you're taking his mom from him." Nat says looking Bucky in the eye’s to get across her words are fact.

“Bucky, you love that boy. The way you talk about him, it’s obvious.” Steve points out leaning forward.

“Why don’t you bring them over? It’s not like you don’t have the space. You have a large apartment to yourself.” Tony gives Bucky the idea. They all had their own huge apartment in the compound.

“That’d be okay?” Bucky questioned warily. He would love to have Y/n and Y/s/n over, maybe even eventually move in.

“Diffidently.” Tony nodded, he loved the idea of another kiddo running around.

^     ^     ^

“Hey” Y/n greet’s as Bucky opens the door. He had invited them over for the day and over course they would come over. Y/s/n wanted to see Bucky really badly, not that he hadn’t seen him a day ago. Y/n was excited and slightly nervous, she knew inviting them over was a big deal for Bucky.

“Hey, welcome.” Bucly smiled, covering his nerves well.

“Bucky!” Y/s/n yells out excited to be visiting him with a huge smile on his face.

“Y/s/n” Bucky smiled at him, really glad that the boy was excited to visit him.

“So what do you think?” Bucky asked y/n as they entered his place in the compound, Y/s/n had already run off to go explore Bucky’s place.

“Its very nice.” y/n smiled back absent mindedly as she looked around.

“Its huge.” Bucky stated plainly.

“Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” Y/n turns to him with a smile on her lips.

“It gets lonely.” he told her admittedly.

“Well Y/s/n and I are here now. Less lonely. Right?” Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Definitely.” Bucky smiled back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The 3 of them spent the day together, playing games, coloring and making lunch.

Y/s/n decided to color a surprise as he called it.

“What you got there bud?” bucky asked him as Y/s/n approached him.

“For you. Its mommy, me, and you.” Y/s/n handed the coloring picture to Bucky shyly.

As Bucky looked at the picture hennoticed a very important detail. In the picture under the drawing of Bucky Y/s/n didn’t put down ‘Bucky’ he wrote ‘Dad’.

Y/n noticed how Y/s/n handed it over shyly to Bucky and that Bucky was staring at it for a while. y/n leaned over and saw why.

“Bucky, I understand it its to soon for this-” Y/n watched him nervously, trying to find the words too explain.

But Bucky didn’t let her finish, he got up and walked over to put it up on his fridge. The only two items on the fridge was an old picture of him and Steve in black and white, and a picture of the Avengers team. Plus now y/s/n’s drawing.

“Thank you Y/s/n.” Bucky smiled, picking him up and hugging him. Maybe the kid loves him just as much as Bucky loves the kid back.

That drawing ,eant more to Bucky than he could put into words, and he loves it. Its not something he thought he could have. That he’d ever have.

From then on it became a normal occurrence for y/n and Y/s/n started staying over at Bucky’s place in the compound a lot more.

^     ^     ^

Weeks Later

“Okay buddy time for bed.” Y/n tells Y/s/n as it was getting late.

Y/s/n mumbled under his breath not wanting to go to bed. But maybe he could work it in his favor.

“What was that bud?” Bucky asked, having heard him mumble something but couldn’t make out what it was.

“Can I sleep in your room?” Y/s/n spoke up louder this time.

Y/n goes to say no, not wanting Bucky to feel obligated or pressured by Y/s/n request. At home it was fine for y/s/n to come into bed with his mom sometimes. But before she could Bucky cut in.

“Course you can Y/s/n.” He smiled down at y/s/n encouragingly, not having a problem with him joining them in his bed.

“Can I mommy?” Y/s/n turned asking his mom to double check.

“If Bucky says so, its okay with me.” Y/n smiled down at him kissing his head to go to bed together.

Y/n wakes up to an empty bed. So she got up and followed the sounds coming from the living room. As she walked into the main area she saw Bucky and Y/s/n watching saturday morning cartoons.

“Mommy!” Y/s/n exclaimed excited;y running over to his mom, hugging her around the waist the best he could.

“Hey Y/s/n. What are you doing with Bucky?” She questioned even though it was obvious.

“Me and Daddy were watching cartoons!” Y/s/n told her excitedly to share his morning with Bucky.

“You were?” Y/n raised an eyebrow showing her son she was inturged.

“Yeah.” Y/s/n nodded smiling widely.

“Well now that mommy’s up, let's make breakfast.” Bucky spoke getting up from his spot on the couch.

As Bucky approached her and Y/s/n went to the kitchen to wait for them, y/n looked at Bucky apologetically. “I’m sorry if he’s pushing this whole dad thing on you.”

“Y/n.” Bucky stop’s her reaching forward to grab ahold of her hand, smiling at her. The look on his face made it obvious no apology was needed. “He isn’t my blood, he doesn’t have my name. But that doesn’t change anything. I feel the same. I wasn’t there for his first steps or words, but I haven’t missed a ball game yet. And that won’t ever change, I could never walk away from him or you. He’s my son, that's my choice. He’s my boy. And he sees me as his dad and I’m honored to hold that title if you’ll let me.” 

Y/n smiled at Bucky happily. “Of course.”

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Paradise

Warnings: arrow s1 spoilers, mentions of death, nightmares, weapons, violence, cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Oliver Queen x sister reader, Thea Queen x sister reader, Moira Queen x daughter reader

*not my gif*

Summary: When that yacht went down, you lost everything. But now, Oliver is back

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Paradise by Coldplay

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

When she was just a girl, she expected the world

“Have fun,” You smiled as you hugged your father, turning your head to place a kiss on his cheek.

He matched your smile, hugging you back tightly, “Don’t get too comfortable around here without us,” He teased, “We’ll be back before you know it.”

“We’re counting on it.” Your mother said with a smile, watching as her husband turned to her with a large grin.

As the two of them said goodbye, you turned towards your twin brother, and you scoffed playfully, “Just get out of here.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the smile that broke out on your face.

He matched your sarcasm by crossing his arms over his chest and lightly glaring at you, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll miss you too.”

The grin widened on your face and you took a step forward, wrapping your arms around Oliver’s torso as he hugged you back in return.

Your brother turned his head slightly and planted a kiss on the side of your head in his own farewell.

“Make sure the yacht doesn’t sink.” You joked, not quite understanding the power behind your words.

“Don’t worry,” Oliver reached out and teasingly ruffled your hair, “I know how to swim.”

But it flew away from her reach

“-and then the boat went down,” The officer in front of you had his hat off and he stared at the three of you sympathetically.

Immediately, Thea fell against your mother with a loud cry leaving her lips as tears began to roll down her face like a waterfall. Moira tightly grasped onto her and held her to her chest while they sobbed together for the loss of your father and brother.

But you stood there, feet rooted in place and heart frozen over, you were sure that it had stopped beating.

Your brother- your twin brother- was dead. Your other half was gone. And though the two of you didn’t always see eye to eye on everything, you were still each other's best friend. You knew everything about each other and now that he was gone, you were certain that you would fade away into nothing.

Because without Oliver, where did you stand? How could you be expected to walk through life without your partner in crime by your side?

You were barely able to register the way your mother moved to wrap an arm around you, and how her and Thea clung to you. But you were still yet to move, to show any sign of what you were feeling, to look away from the officer.

“I understand that this is a lot to take in-“ He didn’t even finish his sentence before you slammed the door in his face.

Thea and your mother whipped their heads up and their lips parted in shock to see your arm still outstretched to where you closed the door.

Without a word, you shrugged off their hands and turned on your heel and walked away.

So she ran away in her sleep

“At least take a moment to think about this,” Moiras voice was desperate, begging, “We barely just had a their funeral, I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind-“

You cut her off as you slammed down the top of your suitcase and leveled a glare at her, “I am in the right frame of mind,” You moved around her to begin collecting things off of your desk and placing them in a bag, “And what I’m thinking is that I need to get the hell out of the place that’s reminding me so much of my dead father and twin brother.”

The words made her recoil, as if struck, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You had spoken the truth, it hurt more to stay in a place that reminded you so much of them than not.

“You can’t just leave your family at a time like this,” She whispered, eyes filling up with tears.

It seemed like all of you had cried enough tears to last a lifetime after the reality of the situation had finally crashed over you at the funeral and you had broken down in a pile of sobs. You were surprised to see that she could still cry, you had thought that all three of you would have long since run out of tears.

Finally, you sighed and gently placed your bag down, softening at your mothers voice and making your way over to where she stood before wrapping your arms around her, “It’ll be alright,” It was an empty promise, and you both knew it.

She sniffled, holding you against her tightly and whispering in your ear, “Where are you even going?”

You cleared your throat, slowly pulling away, “I don’t know yet.” You answered honestly, “But I promise I’ll call you soon to let you know I’m alright.”

There was hesitation and fear clear as day present in her face, but you paid it no mind as you picked your bags up and made your way out of the room, bidding her one last farewell.

You froze in your steps though when you sucked in a sharp breath. Thea was standing right outside your door, staring up at you with those wide eyes of hers.

“Where are you going?” She asked softly.

A sigh left your lips and you gently brought the girl in for a hug, “I just have to go away for a little while, Thea,” You whispered, “I need to clear my head.”

She bit down on her lip and averted her gaze from your own, “For how long?”

“I don’t know. But I promise, I will be back.”

Dreamed of para-para-paradise

Your eyes snapped open and you flew up into a sitting position, breathing coming out rapidly and in gasping spurts.

It had been three years since the yacht went down and you were still yet to come home after all that time. You had moved to a nearby city, only communicating with your family every so often to let them know that you were still alright.

But no matter how much time passed, you could never shake that feeling of wrongness.

Somewhere inside you, against every bone of better judgment, you believed that Oliver was still alive. You knew it was wrong and you knew that it was nothing but false hope. But no matter what you tried, no matter how much you begged yourself to move on, you couldn’t.

How could you? After being told what had happened and it was as if half of your soul had been ripped out?

The nightmares began the day you recived the news. Senerios flashing in your mind of what could have happened. Of all the different painful ways your brother could have died. Your mind was a never ending torment of the whole thing.

Once you were finally able to get your breathing under control, you dropped your head into your hands and ran them down your face with a groan.

Your head picked up after a moment and your eyes subconsciously found the small picture frame that sat on your beside table.

In it, Oliver had his arm slung over your shoulder with a wide grin as you doubled over laughing at something that he undoubtedly said. It was your sixteenth birthday and you both looked so happy, so free. So oblivious to what was to come.

It had taken you about two and a half years before you could put that picture up without feeling like you were painfully being stabbed in the heart. But even now, it wasn’t the easiest thing to look at.

Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise

Five years. That’s how long it’s been. That’s how much time passed and you had finally, after all these years, begun to learn how to burden your pain correctly. How to be able to still live your life without him by your side.

That’s why you decided to return home for the first time since the funeral.

Just a few days ago, you had called home with the news and both your mother and Thea seemed ecstatic, much to your relief. You had been worried that they would scoff and turn their noses up at you that you were finally coming back after all these years of pushing them away.

It wouldn’t be a permanent move, just for a few days, to see how things were. Because despite everything you had been through in the last few years, you still had a life that you built in your new home for yourself, and you weren’t quite ready to abandon it entirely.

Now, as you stood, staring up at your childhood home, the one you had almost never dreamed of returning to, you were hit with a wave of reluctance.

What if too much had changed over the years? What if your family had just felt inclined to allow you back, only doing so because of the guilt that they felt?

You nawed on your bottom lip as you contemplated the possibilities, but ultimately came to the conclusion that you needed to get over yourself and you confidently pushed the door open with slightly more force than was probably necessary.

“Y/n?” Thea’s voice bounced off the walls and reached your ears the second you stepped into the entryway.

Quickly, your head snapped over to where your sister who was not so little anymore and smiling brightly, came bounding down the stairs and flinging herself across the room to come crashing into your arms.

“Thea,” You breathed out, allowing your eyes to flutter shut in contempt as you hugged her tightly to your chest. You had missed her far too much.

A new voice- more like a gasp- reached your ears and you opened your eyes to come face to face with your mother.

Quietly, Thea slipped out of your hold and stepped back to give you and your mother a moment.

Moira brought a shaky hand up to her mouth as tears filled in her eyes. It was almost as if she hadn’t expected you to actually come today.

“Hey, mom,” You greeted quietly, being the one to take the striding steps to meet her where she stood in the doorway and wrap your arms around her.

“Oh,” She breathed out, hugging you to her tightly and placing a tearful kiss on the side of your head, “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

Every time she closed her eyes

You let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back and letting your eyes crinkle up as giggles left your mothers and sisters lips as well at the story Moira had just told.

The three of you were sitting around the dining room table, chatting about what had happened in the last five years and eating lunch.

At first, you thought it would be an awkward and stiff conversation, but you soon realized that your family missed you just as much as you had missed them, so you were able to flow into a lunch that consisted of laughter and catching up.

“Ma’am,” A voice tentatively called out from the doorway, a worker stood there hesitantly, seemingly embarrassed for interrupting, “There’s a phone call for you.”

Moira was still sobering up her chuckles as she answered, “Take a message and tell them I’ll get back to them as soon as I can.”

“Ma’am,” She said again, a little bit more confident this time, “It’s the hospital.”

All three of you fell into complete silence as the words dawned on you. The only family you still had was sitting in this room, so what could they want?

Wordlessly, your mother stood up and followed the worker out of the room, leaving you and Thea to share a worried glance behind her back.

A few moments later, you heard a sharp gasp come from the direction and you and your sister immediately shot to your feet and rushed into the room.

Your mother stood in the middle of the room with a phone grasped tightly in her hand and tears flowing freely down her face with a hand placed over her mouth for the second time that day.

“Mom? Mom?” Panic began settling in the pit of your stomach as you hurried to her side and gently took a hold of one of her shoulders, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Painfully slow, she turned her body to face you and over her shoulder you could see Thea watching the two of you with worry.

Your mother then breathed out the one thing that made your heart stop.

“Oliver…”

“Ollie?” Thea came to your side, “What about him?”

“He’s… he’s alive.” Moira cried out, dropping the phone onto the carpeted floor and throwing her arms around the two of you.

But you were frozen in shock.

Oliver was alive. Oliver was alive. Oliver was alive. Oliver was alive. Oliver was-

“Oh my god,” You sobbed out, legs giving out and falling to the floor. You could no longer support yourself.

He was alive.

When she was just a girl she expected the world

“He’s right through here,” You barely even registered the doctor's words as he led you through the halls, “But just be careful Mrs and Miss Queen, this isn’t the same Oliver that you lost.”

Forcefully, Moira made herself plant her feet as she watched you practically float through the air and towards the door that had just been guestered to. As much as she longed to follow after you, she knew that you needed more than anyone to go in before a single other person could see him. She owed you that much.

For some incomprehensible reason, your mind was completely blank, almost as if you had gone into autopilot. Nothing of what you had done as soon as you heard the news had been by your own free will. It was as if something had possessed you and tossed your conscience to the side.

You opened the door and took a step inside. The snapping sound of it closing seemed to finally break you out of whatever trance you had been placed in and you blinked once. Twice.

A very tall figure that stood with his back facing towards you turned around at the sound, and you felt like you were going to pass out.

He was Oliver Jonas Queen, there was no doubt about it, but he had changed so much. He was taller, more muscular, so much more mature looking.

There was something behind those stunning blue eyes of his that automatically led you to believe that he had become a guarded man, holding secrets that you couldn’t even begin to guess.

Something about being on that island- as you had briefly been informed on the way over- had changed him. The only thing you couldn’t tell from a single glance was if it was for better or worse.

“Ollie,” You breathed out. It was the only thing that you could say.

“N/n,” He smiled softly, striding across the room and gently wrapped his strong arms around you.

“I-I-“ You stuttered incomprehensibly before throwing your arms around his torso in a desperate manner, “Ollie-“ You sobbed into his chest, a fresh set of tears emerging from your eyes and staining his- no doubt- new shirt.

He didn’t seem to care in the slightest though, only strengthening his hold around you, letting out an almost inaudible sigh of contentment as he did so.

“You’re here,” You whispered, almost as if saying the words aloud would send him away again, making him disappear into nothing.

“I’m here.” He repeated, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I’m here.” There was such intensity in his relief that you began to fear all the things he had been forced to go through.

You pulled away with a tearful smile, the first genuine one that you wore since before his disappearance and cupped his cheek with a disbelieving laugh, “You’re really here.”

But it flew away from her reach

“Thea?” You knocked on her open door and stuck your head in with a wide grin, “It’s time for dinner, you coming?”

She snapped her head up from staring at her hands from where she sat on her bed and you immediately realized the way her eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tear marks.

Worry grasped onto your body and wrapped itself around you as you automatically rushed to her side and crouched down before her, older sister instincts kicking in, “Hey, hey,” You said softly, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Your sister shook her head, chuckling tearfully and wiping her tears away with the back of her hand, “No, nothing. I’m just so happy.”

A smile of relief grew on your face when you realized that she was alright and you reached up to gently swipe a stray piece of hair away from her eyes, “I know, I am too.”

“It’s just- I finally have both of my siblings back.” She breathed out with a wide grin.

Your smile, however, faltered at her words, “What do you mean?” You asked quietly.

Her eyes flitted up to you and she bit down on her lip guiltily when she realized what she said and she shrugged, “No, it- it’s just- it always felt like I lost both you and Oliver when his ship went down.”

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach and your breath caught in your throat, “Oh, Thea-“

“I’m not trying to make you upset,” She immediately rushed out, “It’s just- you left right after Oliver disappeared and it just felt like both of you had died even though I knew that you hadn’t.”

Tears of your own began to fill your eyes, one of sadness for the first time that day, “I’m so sorry.” You whispered, “I never- never meant to do that to you, Thea. I-I just couldn’t stay after everything-“

“And I know that,” She gave you a soft smile and squeezed your hand, “I know that you had to do what you had to do. I’m just happy that you’re both back.”

A smiled sadly, moving another piece of hair behind her hair, “I am too.”

And the bullets catch in her teeth

“Come on, you have to admit, that was fun.” You spoke with a large smile as you swung your arm around and linked it with your twin brothers.

Oliver smiled, placing his hands in his pockets with his arm still wrapped around yours, “It was.” He agreed.

The two of you had just gone out to lunch with Tommy, figuring that it would be best for all three of you to catch up at the same time, given that you all used to be- and still are- best friends.

You turned down an alleyway to take a shortcut to where you parked your car, happily chatting away with one another.

Ever since he got back, the two of you hardly left each other's sides. It felt more comfortable- safer- to be in the vicinity of each other whenever you could. Almost as if that would lessen the chances of the other being taken away once more.

“Freeze!” A deep voice sounded behind you all of a sudden, and you both halted in your steps, “Now turn around with your hands up.”

Quickly, your panic filled eyes flitted over to Oliver, making brief eye contact with him and he gave a subtle nod of his head to let you know to do as was said.

You both turned on your heels with your arms partially raised, and your breath caught in your throat when you caught sight of a man pointing a gun straight at you two with a ski mask pulled over his face.

“Give me your wallets.” He demanded.

No. No. No. No. No. No-

This couldn’t be happening. You just got Oliver back, you would not let anything take him away from you once again.

Quickly, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your wallet, drawing the man’s attention away from your brother long enough for him to shift his body in front of yours slightly.

You stuck your arm out to hand it to the man, and when he moved the gun into one hand and began to reach for it, Oliver quickly stuck his own arm out, slamming his fist into the side of the man’s face.

You stumbled back as the man’s eyes rolled back and he fell unceremoniously to the ground. Knocked out cold before he even hit the pavement.

Oliver let out a sigh through his nose, not even flinching upon the impact of his fist with the man’s jaw before turning back towards you.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly, eyes scanning over you for any sign of injury.

All you could manage was a small nod of assurance.

Before the island, the only fights Oliver ever got in were bar fights. Ones filled with sloppy punches and slurred insults. Never had he ever actually learned how to fight for real, let alone know how to punch a man out cold in one go and not look even remotely fazed.

“What happened to you on that island?”

It was the dreaded question. The ‘do not go there’ topic. Something that every single person had been avoiding since his return.

The man stiffened in front of you, “I don’t want to talk about the island.”

There was that look again. The one you saw in the hospital when you first went to retrieve him. That guarded, cold look that held secrets that clearly had restricted access.

“We have to at some point,” Your voice was now coming out as begging, “It can’t be healthy to keep all that bottled up! God knows what you were forced to go through. And I just want to help-“

“You can help by leaving it alone.” He snapped.

At his words, your spine snapped upright and a hard look of your own overcame your features, “Fine.” You said in a cold tone that could rival his.

All at once, he softened and ran a hand down his face with a sigh, “Look, I’m sorry, n/n. It’s just-“ He took a stuttered breath, “It’s just a lot.”

You softened as well, “I know that,” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, “And I’m not trying to force it out of you. I just want to be here if you need to talk about it.”

“I know,” He walked over and hugged you, “I know. And I appreciate that, n/n, I really do.”

Life goes on, it gets so heavy

“I feel like I don’t even know you anymore, Oliver!” You shouted.

Ever since that day in the alleyway, something seemed to change in your twin brother. No longer did he stick by you every available moment, he now distanced himself from you- from everybody.

“You’re always running off to god knows where, doing god knows what!” You continued, feelings anger and betrayal and nervousness rising inside of you, “We just got you back, and you seem hell bent on making us lose you again!”

Oliver stood stiffly across from you in the living room, arms crossed over his chest and head bowed to the floor. Not once did he shout back, he just took your words with that guarded exterior of his.

“Just talk to me!” You begged now, “I’m not asking you to tell me about those five years- that’s your own business to tell at your own leisure. But I’m your twin sister for god's sake! Tell me what’s going on with you now- in the present.”

“It’s… complicated.” He finally spoke and raised his head to meet your burning gaze, “I promise, I’m only trying to protect you-“

You let out a loud scoff, throwing your arms up mockingly, “Yeah, sure feels like it!”

Anger finally seeped through his mask and painted his features, “What do you want me to say, Y/n? What- you want me to be the same person that I was before the island? You want us to tell each other everything again as if we aren’t grown fucking adults?” His voice gradually raised throughout his small speech until you physically flinched back at the volume of it.

Both of you stood, chests heaving up and down in short pants as you tried to catch your breaths, and for a few moments, that was the only sound echoing in the vast room.

“Fine.” It was your turn to put on a cold exterior, “Fine, you’re right, Oliver. We don’t know each other and we don’t have to. Why would we? We’re ‘grown fucking adults’. We don’t need each other anymore. We’re not children.”

His arms dropped to his sides, “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

You shook your head and backed up, holding your hands up in surrender, “No, no. I think that’s exactly what you meant.”

“Y/n-“ He called, but it was too late. You had already stormed out of the room.

The wheel breaks the butterfly

“How did you know I’d be up here?” You mumbled, not lifting your head from where it rested upon your knees that were pulled to your chest.

Moira sighed, carefully lowering herself to sit beside you on the roof, “You used to come up here all the time whenever you and your brother got into a fight.”

You winced slightly, “You heard that?”

She hummed, “Put on quite a show for me and Thea… while on the other side of the house.”

“Sorry about that,” You whispered, taking your sleeve and rubbing the tear stains off your face.

“Oh,” She breathed out sympathetically, reaching over and rubbing your back comfortingly, “It’s alright, sweetheart. You both just said some things you didn’t mean, nothing you can’t come back from.”

You looked at her uncertainty, “Are you sure? We were both pretty brutal.”

Your mother wrapped her arm around your shoulder and allowed you to rest your head on her own, “That’s true, but you and I both know that you two can’t go very long in an argument without making up.”

“I know that,” You whispered, “But that was before. We’re both different people now.”

You missed the way she lifted her head to look at the window she had just crawled out of to come see you, “That’s true. I don't think either of you could last in your arguments as long as you used to.”

Confusion overtook your features and you turned your head up to her with furrowed eyebrows, but her eyes were trained elsewhere. You followed her line of vision and paused. Oliver stood on the roof, looking as if he had just climbed out.

Moira left a lingering kiss on the top of your head before walking back into the house, offering your brother a reassuring smile on her way.

Wordlessly, Oliver sat down beside you, staring out at the garden that you could overlook from where you were perched.

At the same time, you both turned to each other and synchronously said, “I’m sorry.”

You chuckled slightly when you did so, each relaxing slightly.

“I didn’t mean it- any of it.” Oliver said, turning apologetic.

“I know,” You stated, “Neither did I. It’s- it’s just that after everything we went through-“

He cut you off by wrapping an arm around your shoulders like your mother just had and pulling you into his side. Oliver dipped his head to give you a kiss on the top of your head, “I know. I know.”

The two of you fell into a silence that lasted until you finished watching the sun fully set.

Every tear a waterfall

“This is the first time I’m seeing this since the funeral.” You admitted, swinging your arms back and forth by your side.

Oliver turned to you, “Never felt like coming to visit me?” He teased.

You shook your head, “It wasn’t that.” You admitted, “I moved out as soon as the funeral was over.”

Your brother faltered in his steps before catching up to where you now stood, feet planted in front of his and your fathers empty graves.

“You moved out?” He asked in surprise, this being the first he was hearing of it.

“Yeah,” You laughed slightly, “The day you came back was actually the first day I had come to visit home. Looks like we both thought that would be the perfect day to do so. Maybe it’s a twin thing.” You hummed thoughtfully at the end.

“I-I didn’t know you left.” He stuttered out, turning to look at you.

You were slightly taken aback by the way he was taking the news, “Well, yeah… it hurt too much to stay here.” You explained, head tilting slightly as you tried to figure out why this was such a big deal to him.

“I thought- I thought you were still here after all this time.”

“Oliver,” You laughed slightly, “What’s the big deal? I’m here now.”

He shook his head, “It’s just- I thought you had mom and Thea to look after you all this time- and now I find out that you were alone for everything?”

You fell silent, finally seeing what the big deal was for him, “Oh,”

Tears shone in his eyes, “I went through all of it alone- but that doesn’t mean I wanted you to as well.”

“Ollie…” This was the first time since his return that you saw him get so emotionally upset over something.

“Why didn’t you stay with them? Why didn’t they stop you from leaving?” He asked suddenly, “They could’ve taken care of you-“

“Hey.” You cut him off sternly, taking his hand in your own and shaking it firmly to get his attention, “That was all my own decision. And besides, we’re both back now, so it doesn’t matter. We’re alright now.”

In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes

You laughed loudly as Oliver threw a piece of popcorn at you, “Oh, come on! You know it’s true!”

“It is not.” He scowled playfully.

Thea joined in your amusement, “Oh, it totally is!” She snickered, “You used to be too scared of the dark to sleep alone! I remember- you would always sleep with mom and dad!”

The three of you sat around the couches in the living room, munching on popcorn with a long- forgotten movie playing in the background.

“I did not!” He protested.

“Oh, yes you did, young man.” Moira smiled at the sight of her three children, all playfully bickering with one another as she entered the room.

“Mom!” He complained as yours and Theas cackling grew louder at her admitted statement.

“I’m sorry,” She shrugged, completely unapologetic, “I can only speak to the truth.” She jokingly wagged a finger at Thea, “And don’t you be laughing, young lady, remember what happened during the Christmas party when you were eight?”

Your sister's eyes immediately widened with horror and it was then Oliver’s turn to join in on your laughing.

“Mom!” She shrieked, “That’s not cool! Don’t bring that up!”

“And you,” Moira playfully narrowed her eyes at you, “Need I remind you of your seventeenth birthday fiasco?”

“No! No!” You quickly shook your head back and forth.

Your mother was the only one left laughing after that, but you couldn’t deny that this felt good. Joking around as a family again. All together.

In the night the stormy night away she'd fly

You tiptoed across the hallway towards Oliver’s room as if you were a child again. The two of you used to sneak a candy bar or two up to your rooms during the day and stash them under your pillows for the nighttime and would oftentimes have a mini party with one another while feasting on your treats.

This time though, it was different. There were no more candy parties. No more stifled giggles in the middle of the night. No more childhood.

About a few minutes ago, you had woken up with the feeling that something was off- that something was wrong. It was such a strong feeling that it became practically impossible to ignore. So you found yourself throwing off your covers and creeping to your twin brother's room to try and figure out what was wrong.

As soon as you stepped through the already opened door, you realized what the problem was.

Oliver was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head dropped like a rock into his hands while his elbows rested in his knees. He had a nightmare.

You didn’t know how you knew, it just came to you and there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that it was what happened.

Wordlessly, you shuffled into the room and sank down onto the mattress beside him.

At first, he tensed up and whipped around to face you, only to relax when he realized that it was just you.

The silence carried on between the two of you for a few minutes before you spoke up in a small whisper, “I used to get nightmares almost everyday after you and dad…” You trailed off and swallowed thickly.

“What did you do about them?” His voice was as soft as yours was. Your brother didn’t even question how you knew.

“Not enough,” You admitted, hugging your knees to your chest, “I let them plague my mind because I didn’t know what else to do about them.”

“What were they about?” You could tell from the sound of his voice that he didn’t want to push, but curiosity had taken over.

“How you- I mean how you could’ve…” You harshly blinked tears away, “Every nightmare would be a different scenario of how you could have died.”

Without another word, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you into a strong, side hug, planting a kiss on the side of your head as you leaned into his chest.

“They stopped, though.” You craned your neck to look up at him with a teary smile, “As soon as you came back. I haven’t had another one since.”

He shook his head softly, “I’m sorry you ever had to go through that.”

“Don’t apologize.” You copied his head shake, “There is absolutely nothing that you need to be sorry for. The ship going down wasn’t your fault.”

Oliver gazed at you with sad eyes, “But I wish it hadn’t happened.”

You let out a small laugh, “Of course,” Small giggles continued to pour out of you, “You can’t actually be glad something like that had happened.”

A smile pulled at the ends of his lips as he turned his head away from you to look out the window, “No, I suppose not.”

Dream of para-para-paradise

“What the hell is all of this?” You asked quietly, turning in a slow circle from where you stood.

“You know what this is.” Oliver called softly from behind you. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked- dare you say- nervous.

About an hour ago, he had rushed into your room, rambling nonsense about not wanting or being able to lie to you- his twin sister - anymore, and had practically dragged you out of the house and to an old abandoned warehouse that used to belong to your father.

“You’re the vigilante.” You breathed out.

Deep down, you felt as if you had somehow known all along, because now, it all made sense. The obvious secrets, the interaction with the mugger, the difference in, well, everything about him.

“Oliver.” You turned and looked him directly in the eyes, “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Chaotic Hero’s 🤍- @lovanitu @mukbee @i-writes-things @kiyomi-uchiha777

[seonghwaddict]

save a horse, ride your best friend — song mingi

in which your best friend can’t believe you’ve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.

best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this was requested a while ago but i’ve been putting it off because… i’ve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasn’t sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!

listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think i’m pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis

masterlist.

it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didn’t cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.

you weren’t sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date you’d gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.

“oh, it’s just amazing,” mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, “honestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, y’know, riding.”

based on everything he’s said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense he’d choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.

“can i admit something?”

he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.

you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.

“i’ve never done that before.”

his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. “you’re kidding.”

“no, really,” you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, “i really haven’t done… much, so i can’t confirm or deny your theory.”

“huh.” he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. “that won’t do.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.

“i can… teach you, if you want?”

you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasn’t awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.

“i mean,” you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, “sure, i guess. why not?”

he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. “i’ll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and… um, accessible.”

you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothing—or rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, you’d settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity you’d lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.

you could already hear him giggling at the sight.

groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closet’s drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.

deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pair—ignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your core—and replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.

the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.

once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.

“so you’re the one that took this shirt, huh?” he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. “it was my favourite.”

you laughed softly, “clearly you didn’t care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.”

“you little thief.” his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“if you really want it back, you can always take it.”

“nah, it’s fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.” he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. “i need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?”

you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.

“are you still okay with this?” he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. “if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and i’ll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?” when you only nodded, he continued, “i need you to say it, please.”

“i’m okay with this,” you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, “and i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”

“good, now…” without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.

you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.

“you know,” he rasped between the licks and kisses, “i can’t deny that i’ve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.”

“r-really?”

mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, you’d continue grinding against his thigh.

“yeah, really. i mean, look at you,” he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, “you look so perfect… and i bet you’d feel perfect, too.”

you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.

“i know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,” one of his hands inched it’s way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, “i’ll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.”

“mingi?” you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. “if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so… please.”

his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.

he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldn’t be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips he’s ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.

you didn’t mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.

all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier they’d look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.

“there’s no need to rush, baby,” he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.

eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.

with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.

“don’t get all shy on me now,” he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, “let me see you, pretty.”

he didn’t continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.

he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.

after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.

“oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, “you’re soaked.”

he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.

he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. “sh-shit… you’re so tight. i’m gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?”

you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.

it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.

he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.

“couldn’t find one my size, but this should be fine,” he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, “my cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.”

you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.

he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.

the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldn’t handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.

when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.

when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his slowly.

“do you ever ride your pillow?” he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. “this is a lot like that, except you have something in you… and it’s more of an up and down movement… and i’m obviously not a pillow… still, there’s really no right way to do it, just go slow and you’ll figure out what works and what doesn’t. plus, i’m here to guide you.”

he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.

he definitely wasn’t lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.

the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.

the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not you’d be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.

“come on, baby,” he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, “just a little more… we can make it fit, right? just breathe.”

you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.

you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.

your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.

still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.

your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasn’t teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.

his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasn’t much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each other’s sounds.

you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.

your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldn’t take much longer.

“shit, baby,” he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, “‘m so close— fuck, you feel s-so good.”

his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.

the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“baby, p-please— fuck— please, can i cum i-inside you?” he begged through a groan, “i— please, angel, i-i can’t wait any longer.”

you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.

it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.

after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.

“so,” he started, lips stretched into a smile, “how’d that feel?”

“fucking amazing.” you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.

this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.

“yeah?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, “just wait until i hit it from the back.”

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[mindful-of-ideas]

Inspired by the song C’mon by Panic! At The Disco feat. Fun.

If I should die tonight / May I first just say I'm sorry / For I, never felt like anybody / I am a man of many hats although I / Never mastered anything But I am ten feet tall / I've never felt this tall since the fall Nobody seems to know my name So don't leave me and sleep all alone Maybe stay lost on our way home

A/N: I mention some books but the references are pretty obvious or not that important. I’ll add explanations in the tags (: Also, this was kind of a struggle to write, I don’t know why. I hope you still like it.

TW: Alcohol (it’s Misfits, what did you expect)

You were standing by the river, partially hidden by some trees and bushes. On the other side, sharp rocks were blocking any access. If the morning had been cold and damp, the sky was now clear and the sun was warming up your skin gently. You couldn’t tell if it had been since you had started university or since that freaky storm hit the town, but you hadn’t quite felt like yourself during the past weeks. Not that change was necessarily bad, but the transition period was scary. You felt like a traitor to yourself, like an impostor in your own body. And there was nothing you could do than embrace it, which was easier said than done. Even knowing that, you couldn’t help but worry and overthink everything you did and said. Yet today seemed promising. You could just enjoy the sun and the beach and a good book. No better way to escape reality.

You were about to sit down when you heard a scream coming from the rocks. Seconds later, a tall lanky guy came rolling down the rocks. Too stunned to say anything, you watched him pick himself up awkwardly before losing his footing and crashing into you. You lost your balance and landed in the water.

“Sorry,” mumbled the guy, quickly glancing over his shoulder.

“Yeah, right,” you said trying to get up.

“Here, wait,” he said extending a hand, “how ungentleman of me!”

He was smiling though you could have sworn that just moments before he looked as if he was going to break down.

“You’re not wet,” he said pointing down at you.

“I’m sorry?” you asked finally getting up.

“You’re not wet…”

“See, it sounds like you’re saying I’m not wet which is either very weird or just… creepy.”

“It is weird, you fell in the water and look, you’re not wet.”

“That’s,” impossible, you were about to say. But as you looked down, you could clearly see that your jeans were dry.

“See,” he said, “not wet.”

“Can you just stop saying the word ‘wet’?” you said letting out a sigh.

This didn’t make sense. How could you be completely dry when you just fell in the water. No one could do that… unless they were…

“I’m Nathan by the way,” he said once again extending his hand.

“Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand reluctantly, “where did you come from exactly?” you asked gesturing vaguely towards the rocks.

They were a good few feet above your head and while there was a path up there, it came nowhere near close to the edge.

“Some guy was chasing and I ran all the way to here but can we talk about the fact that you’re not wet. Is this like your power or something?”

“You… my… what?” you asked now more confused than ever.

You took a few steps back. This guy was definitely weird and maybe just a little bit too weird. And what was he talking about, powers? That would explain how you were still dry, but it didn’t make any sense.

“You know what, I think I might just go,” you said.

“No, what? You think I’m weird!” he said, but you had already turned away from him, “for all I know you’re the weird one, all alone in some… recluse part of the river!”

You picked up your bag when small rocks tumbled down to your feet. You barely had time to look up before a man came sliding down the rocks. He was tall with broad shoulders and quite scary. Scarier than whoever that Nathan guy was. Which, speaking of, screamed behind you. You went back to him, hoping to ask for an explanation but the man followed right behind you.

“Do something!” Nathan screamed as he hid behind you, grabbing your shoulder.

What could you do? Nothing. There was nothing you could do. Yet instinctively, you put up your hand to protect your face. As you did, you saw water come out of the river and follow the same path, a few inches in front of your hand. A wave crashed, full force, into the man, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“That was so cool,” said Nathan behind you.

But there was no time to talk about what had just happened. You grabbed his hand and started running.

You ran. And you ran, and you ran, and you ran, all the way to the busiest street in the city. It was now the end of the afternoon and there weren’t many people out, yet you needed to be in a crowd to feel safe. As you reached the corner of the street, where a pub faced a corner store, you finally stopped running.

“Dude! That was so cool! Is that what you got? Like water powers?” said Nathan excitedly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, “and I think this time I’ll go, for real.”

“How about I invited you for a drink,” he said pointing behind him at the pub, “I mean, you’re still holding my hand after all.”

Surprised, you let go of his hand and wiped your own on your pants. This day couldn’t get any weirder. Having to run away from some man-in-black kind of made the top of the list. Though, thinking that you could have superpowers was up there too. Could he be right? That you had some kind of power? You tried remembering what made you feel different these last few weeks. Somehow, it all went back to that impostor feeling and, strangely, to the books you’ve been reading First, there was Lord of the Rings, and for a good few days you felt taller, just like the elves were taller than humans. Then, there was this floating sensation that made you feel sick for weeks after reading Mr. Vertigo. Now, it was those water powers that you got after reading Percy Jackson.

“So?” he asked, bending sideways to look at your face and cutting short your reflection.

“Sure,” you said, snapping back to reality, “but you owe me some explanations.”

At least you thought you wanted explanations.

As you step into the pub and aimed for the closest table. But Nathan grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the back. You sat down at the booth not wasting a second before drilling him with questions.

“So who was that guy?” you asked, “Why was he chasing you?”

“Hold on!” he said, “Don’t you want a beer first? Garçon!” he called.

But the waiter walked past him without even looking.

“Can I at least know a little bit more about who saved me first?” he asked, “put aside the fact that you probably drown the guy, you still didn’t run away when he came running at us. That’s impressive! I want to know more about that Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. How could you tell him more about you when you didn’t even know yourself. Still, you took note of the compliment. If Nathan had seemed cocky at first, he might turn out to be good at heart. Just like he seemed curious about you, you realized you were curious about him.

“You don’t think I actually drown him, do you?” you asked.

The waiter passed by again and you asked for beers and nachos.

“So, who are you,” Nathan asked, ignoring your question.

“I’m Y/N… I told you, didn’t I?”

He seemed exasperated.

“I know that, I mean who are you, what do you do, what do you like?”

“I don’t know,” you confessed, “I’m a student… I don’t do much apart from that.”

“Summer just ended! You must’ve done something fun?” he said.

You didn’t really know what to answer. But you noticed the absence of pity, something you were becoming more and more familiar with, in his question.

“Well, me and my friends saved the world!” he said, seeing you weren’t saying anything.

He leaned back in the booth, arms crossed behind his head.

“What…” you said, not really believing him.

“Yep!”

“And how come, everyone, doesn’t know about this?” you asked still doubting him.

“Don’t know… we wanted to stay anonymous,” he said.

“Right…”

“We did, I’m telling you! Me and my friends, at the community center, we saved the world. We’re like superheroes… no vigilantes, that’s cooler. We’re like vigilantes!”

You laughed. Whether or not this was true didn’t really matter to you. What did matter was that you were having fun. The conversation moved on easily as you talked about summer, school, friends, dreams and thankfully not about family. You couldn’t believe it went you glanced behind Nathan and saw that it was dark outside.

“So those powers of yours, what are they?” he asked suddenly.

“I… I’m not sure actually,” you said, without much confidence.

He shrugged, indifferent.

You had spent the whole evening being what you believe to be your truest self. You weren’t going to start lying now, but his reaction did hurt a bit. Somehow, you wanted him to like you, to be interested in you. And that’s all it took for the doubts to come crawling back. What if you actually hadn’t been sincere with him? What if you had convinced even yourself that the mask was who you really were?

You shook your head lightly.

“So, who was the guy chasing you?” you asked right after, hoping this time you would get an answer.

“Mehh, some guy, nothing to worry about sweetheart…”

“I’m not your sweet-”

“Your power is cool, but not as cool as mine!”

It seemed like he was avoiding the question.

“You’re not gonna ask what it is? Well, I’m immortal,” he said, a big smile plastered on his face.

You frowned.

“Yep, that’s right, baby. This body, unkillable. It will stay young and strong, just like it is now, forever.”

“But how-”

“Shhh, I know you’re impressed,” he said moving forward to press his finger to your lips.

You swatted his hand away.

“Kids, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” the waiter said, pointing at the clock behind the bar.

“Right, sure,” you said, getting up and grabbing your bag, maybe a little bit too quickly.

Part of you just wanted to get out. You were convinced you had just ruined the whole evening by not being true to him. But part of you really didn’t want this night to end. This was the most fun you had in weeks, and thinking about it, this was one of the rare times you actually didn’t worry about who you were. At least for a while.

You wait as Nathan put on his vest and headed outside together.

“I guess this is where we say goodbye,” you said, looking up at him.

“Y/N?” he said, looking down and ruffling his hair.

“Yeah?”

“I… nothing actually,” he said, sitting down on the curb.

He looked sad. Not that you pitied him, on the contrary, it was a sadness you thought you could understand. You sat down by his side and waited for him to speak again.

“It’s just… if I should die tonight…”

You have him a worried look.

“Not that I will!” he added quickly, “or that I want to! I mean I couldn't even die, you know, the whole immortal thing… Anyway, I, first, just want to say I’m sorry, because I… this whole evening… I never felt like anybody… I…”

“You felt like you were playing a character of yourself in a play?” you suggested.

“Yeah, something like that… how’d you know? You noticed?” he asked, slightly worried.

“No, let’s just say I don’t always feel like I’m truly myself… apart from tonight, except…”

“Except what?” he asked.

You looked up at him, though he was looking at the ground.

“Nothing…” you said.

You didn’t know what else to add but felt like you didn’t have to add anything. In some way, this silence seemed to be healing you both.

“You know,” you finally said, “there was a moment during those last weeks when I truly felt like I was taller…”

“Because of your power, right?” he said smiling weakly.

“I don’t know, maybe… that’s not the point. The point is that I felt like I was taller but that didn’t last… at least not until today. Those few hours spent with you, I’ve never felt this tall, this important, since the storm. Even if, just like you, I ended up doubting if I had truly been myself.”

Another silence, though this time, you could tell Nathan was thinking about something.

“I lied,” he finally confessed, “All of it, all of the important stuff at least. I am immortal, I did kind of save the world but nobody seems to know my name… and those guys at the community center… I don’t know if they really are my friends… I…”

You tapped his shoe lightly with yours, trying to get his attention and keep him from spiralling down like you, yourself, had done many times before. It didn’t seem to work too well and so you went and grab his hand. Just like you had done earlier today but this time more gently.

“You know, it’s only 1:00 am on a Friday night,” you suggested, “you still have time to tell me the truth, if you want to.”

For someone who didn't have much confidence, you sure sounded like you had some now. Weirdly, you felt comfortable talking about the fact that you didn’t know who you were made you feel more like yourself.

“Maybe…” Nathan finally said.

“Maybe?”

He got up, and just like before, offered his hand.

“I just don’t want to spend the night all alone, so let’s figure out something to do,” he said.

“Maybe we’ll stay lost on our way home,” you said smiling and taking his hand.

[jensthwa]

show & tell (SMG x reader).

part of the love's an uncharted path universe ★.

SUMMARY:

You have known Mingi since you both were fourteen. You’ve been by his side through thick and thin and you would do anything for him, really, considering he’s your other half. When he has an unfortunate bed experience and asks for your help and you say yes, he starts considering that, maybe, you’re just the best friend a guy like him can have.

PAIRING: best friend!mingi x afab reader.

GENRE: childhood best friends to ?

WORD COUNT: 8k.

WARNINGS: SMUT ☽ (MINORS DNI) attempt !!! at comedy, wooyoung being a little shit, hwa being the voice of reason, sex talk, pet names (love and also dude and bro but in a sweet way), mingi scaring the sense out of you, descriptions of female anatomy, kissing, dirty talk (sort of), teasing, a little bit of voyeurism, fingering, squirting, almost getting caught, unresolved feelings.

NOTES: had to do a lot of research for this one, so i figured nothing better to post as my first fic here! this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3

POSTED: july 18th 2024.

masterlist. / part two.

“Delete her number right now!” 

“She's such a bitch for saying that to you…” 

“And over text too? Wow.” 

“Yeah, no, I didn't like her from the start.” 

Wooyoung’s living room comes to life once again that morning, voices echoing and insults flying out, all towards the girl Mingi’s seeing. 

Was seeing. You're sure she's out of his usual rotation with the lovely shit show she just caused. 

You stay silent, your eyes fixed on your best friend's expression, on his red cheeks and apologetic eyes because everyone told him that girl was bad news. 

He should've listened to you when you told him you liked her friend better. She was a sweet girl, clearly had a thing for Mingi. 

Unfortunately, Mingi has a type. And that type always ends up breaking his spirit one way or another. 

But you stay silent, letting your friends have their little rants about how much of a bitch she is for hurting Mingi's ego like that, until he covers up his face with his hands and lets out a frustrated whine. 

“That's enough, everyone. I think he got it.” You smile a little and everyone turns to you, Yunho’s chest heaving and everything but Seonghwa (who also kept his mouth shut all this time) interferes before anyone else has the chance to start again.

“You know you shouldn't feel ashamed for that, right?” he asks Mingi, who slowly lowers his hands to his lap and looks at you for a brief second. You nod, confirming what Hwa says “No one is born knowing everything and she shouldn't expect you to know how to make a girl squirt.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Mingi whines again, closing his eyes “Don't say it like that.” 

“How else should I say it?” Seonghwa is confused but he laughs a little bit and turns to you. 

Being the only girl in the room, you think everyone it's expecting you to pick your friend up and join them in their insults but you can't (for Mingi’s sake). Instead, you let out a sigh “I mean, it's hard to even make it happen on your own without any help, Mingi. I don't know what the fuck she's on but…” shrugging, you extend your arm to pat him in the shoulder two times “Hwa’s right.” 

“So you do know?” 

“Woo—” Hongjoong reprimands right away and you turn to Wooyoung, confused.

“Huh?” 

“You said that it's hard making it happen,” he explains, smiling because he just found a new target for the next few days “So you must know.” 

Talking about sex with them was never difficult, it didn't make you uncomfortable whatsoever but you know what Woo is doing. 

You look down at Mingi before answering though and his eyes are glued to the carpet, begging for the topic of his unfortunate encounter with that bitch to die on everyone's tongue. 

So you take mercy on him. 

“Oh. I mean… Yeah.” You shrug once again, leaning back against the cushions on the couch while Wooyoung claps like he just heard the most hilarious joke ever. 

“You truly are amazing.” 

Rolling your eyes, you get up from your comfy seat “Sure. But it took a lot of practice and the whole ordeal was frustrating for me, so, again, I don't know what the fuck she was on,” you say again, smiling down at Mingi before taking a few steps towards the door “It's noon already, by the way.” 

“Shit.” Woo gets up quickly from his spot on the floor and everyone else follows suit. 

“Alright, everyone out! We have a midterm to cheat on.” San calls out and everyone takes it as their sign to actually leave (not just hang around the apartment) and continue with their days. 

This reunion was a little impromptu, just because Wooyoung texted everyone begging to come over and hang out with him and San before their online philosophy midterm. 

“And by that he means that you need to stay,” Wooyoung hugs Seonghwa hard, almost begging him with his eyes “We didn't study… Don't look at me like that! Please?” 

“I'm not doing your fucking midterm for you!”

You chuckle, leaning on the door and waiting for your ride home to get his shoes on. When you look down at him again, Mingi mouths a thank you and you blow him a kiss. 

When you get downstairs, you swear you still hear Wooyoung begging his senior to take the test for him. 

Everyone is quiet in the car. You can tell they're tired from exams and life in general, so you don't press them with questions and just let the music play in the background while you look out the passenger window and, eventually, at Mingi. 

His grip on the steering wheel lets you know he's a little more affected than he let on back there. But, again, you say nothing. 

You know better than to pressure him into telling you his feelings. 

Mingi and you have been friends forever. He lived a few houses down from yours, becoming your first friend when you moved to the city. You both were fourteen when it happened, so you've known him long enough to know what happens when he gets his heart broken. 

Not that Mingi loved that girl or anything, but he never really took embarrassment well. He didn't when the first girl he liked rejected him in front of the whole ninth grade class and he didn't when his pants ripped in the middle of the stage while performing a routine with his dance team on senior year. 

You stood by his side every single time and every single time he waited to sit down and let everything out, collect his feelings and talk to you through his frustrations. You really loved that about him, because he never said anything he regretted just because he was upset at the moment. 

Maybe that's why you two have been friends for so long. Opposites attract, or whatever your mother told you one time. 

In reality, you think it's because you two complement each other well. 

He knows when to speak his mind and you're kind of impulsive, heart on your sleeve and sharp tongue ready to defend your and your loved ones honor if needed. 

That's why it takes a lot of strength for you to not pull up that girl's number from his phone and give her a piece of your mind. 

One by one, you drop your friends off in different parts of the city and when it's time to go into your own house, you circle the car and Mingi rolls his window down.

He reads the look you give him a little too well, so he opens his mouth to stop you but you shake your head. 

“Call me, come over or just let me know if you need anything,” you start before he says anything “If you need me to beat her up, I can do that too.” 

He huffs out a laugh “You don't even know how to fight, love.”

You sigh at the nickname, he's been using it since the time you told him you had a crush on his friend, way back in highschool, and that you were positive you were going to get together and he would call you love because that's what good boyfriend's do. 

Turns out, you weren't exactly his friend's type. Neither were the other girls in your school. 

“I don't give a shit, I'll do it,” You two smile to each other fondly for a few seconds and then you tap the top of the car “Thanks for the ride, dude.” 

“You’re welcome, bro.” He rolls his eyes, annoyed because he hates when you call him that, but waits for you to get inside either way. 

And in the solitude of your room, you wait. 

You distract yourself with papers that are due in a few days, you start studying for your finals even though they're months away and you even go downstairs to say goodbye to your parents when they leave for a fancy dinner with their colleagues before you hear your phone ring. 

Mingi's FaceTime comes right on time, because you were getting really anxious from the radio silence on his end. 

“I have a small query for you.” He puts on an accent that makes you grimace immediately and he laughs at you. 

“Ew. Never do that ever again,” you beg, going back upstairs to your room “Go ahead.” 

“How do you do it?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“How the fuck do you make yourself squirt, love?” 

Oh. 

Definitely not the conversation you were hoping to have with him. 

It catches you off guard and you stammer your response “Um… You— I mean, it's not really a thing I can explain.” 

“You have such a way with words, though.” 

You stare at him through the screen, annoyed, and he just laughs again “Don't make me come over and beat you up.” 

“Alright, alright,” his giggling dies out and you distract yourself from the heat you feel creeping over your cheeks while putting away your statistics prep for the quiz you have next week. There's a bit of silence and then you hear him sigh “I do really want to know, though.” 

“If you're asking me this to then go over to her house and prove her wrong, I'm not telling you shit.” 

“No! No, that's not it at all,” he defends himself quickly when you turn your head to the camera, scowl in your face “When she asked me to do it, I really did try to make her, you know…” 

“You said squirt so freely a minute ago, Mingi,” you tease, smiling, but at his expression, you give in “What exactly did you do?” 

“I tried to, you know, do it like they do it in the movies,” he demonstrates his point with his free hand, his middle and ring finger down on his sheets, pressing and moving side to side “And she was enjoying it and she came, but nothing really… came out.” 

“Wow, first of all: you make her come and she has the nerve to give you shit over text? I hate her,” you shake your head, disappointment written all over your face “and second of all, that was a terrible mistake.” 

“What? Going like this?” He does it again and you roll your eyes, laughing a second later. 

“No, dude, trying to porno your way into making her squirt.” 

“Oh.” His movements on the sheets slow down and you grimace again. 

“Please stop doing that,” you beg and he snaps out of his thoughts to look at you through the screen. You take your phone and move to the bed, resting your head against the pillows with a huff. 

You ponder for a moment. You're sure telling him what he wants to hear it's not really a threat to your friendship, but it's also something that's very personal and intimate. You can talk about sex with Mingi and the other guys, sure, what doesn't mean you tell them about your sex life. 

Maybe that's why Wooyoung was so excited earlier today, because you spilled something that involves you directly and not something vague and general like you usually do. 

“Would it give you peace of mind if I explained it to you?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper as you sit straight on the bed. 

Your best friend takes what feels like a lifetime to respond and, when does, it's in a hushed tone as well “Please.” 

You groan and you comply either way, trying to find the right words to even start “Okay, I'm going to be very technical about this.” 

“I wouldn't expect anything else from you.” 

His teasing tone makes you glare at him for a few seconds before dismissing it with a click of your tongue “The very first thing you need to make sure happens, is that you wash your hands—” 

“Yes, Y/N, I'm not a virgin,” he huffs this time, annoyed “I know all of that, just skip to the part where I make her squirt.” 

“Jesus, fine! I also want to clarify that this works on me and I'm not really sure if it'll work on anyone else, alright?” he nods and you look away from the screen because you're not sure how to look him in the eyes “The first thing that I do— The first thing that you need to do,” you correct yourself quickly “Is make sure she's comfortable. And I mean, the space. Towels, water bottles… She needs to hydrate a lot.” 

“Hydrate… a… lot…” You turn your head to the screen and your jaw goes slack at what you see. 

“Are you writing this down?!” 

“I’m making sure I don't forget anything!” 

“You're unbelievable…” You let out under your breath and take a deep one before resuming the, apparently, class “Squirting can be confused as peeing and—” 

“Shit, hold on.” He interrupts and you hear his mom’s voice at the door, asking him something you can't really catch through the shitty airpod audio “It's just Y/N… I'm not really saying anything so I don't understand how I'm being too loud for— Yes ma'am.” 

You try not to laugh because he's literally being scolded right in front of you. 

Old habits die hard, and Mingi's mom loves to put him on the spot. 

Your laugh dies hard as well, because the next words, for some reason, make your heart drop to your ass. 

“She's telling me to either cut it out or go to your house, so… I'm coming over.” 

“Oh, I— Hello?” Your lockscreen mocks you because the call literally ended before you could tell him to go and fuck himself “Shit.” 

You don't know why you panic, but you do. You tidy up the room, you change your pajamas into something more presentable and you try to remember what you were telling him before he pulls open your bedroom door. 

“Mingi! Fuck, you scared the shit out of me “ you're panting, hand over your chest. 

He’s also panting, like he runned to get to your house, but he looks dumbfounded by your reaction “Your mom literally gave me the spare keys in your presence.”  

When he steps closer, you notice he's wearing cologne and that his hair it's a little wet, still, so you figure he took a shower before calling you tonight. 

Which means he probably wanted to sleep everything off, like he usually does, but whatever this is made him call you. 

“Yeah! But I thought you— Nevermind.” He shrugs and gives your hair a kiss before he moves to sit at your desk, the same way he usually does when he steals your laptop and notes to complete his assignments for the few classes you share. 

God. Somehow, you wish he was doing just that so it brings back some sense of normalcy. Maybe then, your heart can calm down enough for you to understand why this specific situation has your senses going insane. 

You sit back down on your bed and try to get your heart back to its place in the meantime. 

“They're not home, right? I didn't see your dad’s car.” 

“Company dinner.” 

“Ah.” He nods and you both fall in uncomfortable silence. It shouldn't be awkward, but it kind of is, even if you laugh when he pulls out the notebook he was writing on from underneath his oversized shirt and steals a pen from your pencil case, it's still a little weird. 

You gulp. 

“So, squirting can be confused as peeing.” He recalls the last thing you said with a smile and then he turns to look at you for a second “Go on.” 

You're grateful he's taking notes all of the sudden. He's turned to you, so you have a clear view of his back and you can freely take a grounding breath before continuing “It can make you feel very uncomfortable if you think you're going to pee yourself and that's really why most women don't squirt in the first place.” 

“You sound like you're reading a textbook.” He confesses with a laugh. 

“I told you, I'm being very technical about this— Besides, I did my research when I was trying to…” you gulp again “You know.” 

“You said squirt so freely a minute ago.” Mingi teases you the same way you teased him earlier and you squint your eyes in return. 

“Very funny. Anyways… Yeah, when you feel that, you usually tense up. You need to relax before even making it happen,” he nods, writing it down quickly “I also read that, depending on the person, you can confuse the liquid with, like, usual… arousal? Yeah, arousal” you sound more confident the second time you say it, unsure on how to call it because you never really explained anything related to your vagina to anyone else. 

He turns to you, confused “So… If she doesn't squirt a lot, how can I tell if she did it?” 

“I guess you'll notice it in her reaction?” You shrug and then cough a little to try and get rid of the sudden lump on your throat “I mean, it's not my case, so I wouldn't… I wouldn't know that.” 

Mingi, because -you guess- hates you, just raises a brow and looks you over one time before turning back to his notes. 

“A-anyways,” you cough again “It's all in her g-spot. It happens because it gets stimulated and that g-spot it's like…” you, once again, try to find the ideal words to explain “It's like the upper wall of the vagina? No, no, that's not right,” you see him draw a line over what he clearly wrote down on the paper and you laugh, apologetic “It's more like the, uh… Like the front wall of it.” 

“Front wall?” 

“Y-yeah?” you offer, nervous and unsure “I mean… Ugh, let me explain again. Something that you need to take into account is that you can only find it if she's really, really turned on.” 

“O… kay.” 

“Sort of like when you get hard we, uh, also get hard. Just differently,” you notice he's no longer taking notes when you turn to him again and the room is suddenly very hot. 

The AC’s on, right? 

Fuck. 

“And apparently it only really shows up when you're really aroused. The g-spot, I mean,” Quickly, you're up from your bed and walking around it, fetching your water bottle and taking a big gulp of it with your eyes closed. 

Mingi clears his throat a second later. 

“So it feels hard to the touch or…” 

“Not really, um… It kinda feels like a berry.” 

He laughs “What?” 

“Yeah, it's kind of soft but it has a texture to it too. And we, uh… have this gland that fills up with the liquid— Kind of like a prostate gland! Yeah, that's what that article said,” putting even more distance within Mingi and you, you sit back on the bed, just on the other side “If you try to do it before it fills up, you end up with nothing. That's what frustrated me the whole time I was learning how to do it.” 

“You didn't drink enough water?” 

“No, no— It fills up when you get really turned on. And when I was trying, I was trying way too hard and didn't, uh… I didn't do a lot of foreplay before trying, s-so.” You nod, finishing the explanation in a softer voice. 

Your cheeks feel hot and you swear your upper lip is sweating a bit. Why would you even say that? 

“Y-you didn't touch yourself enough or…?” 

“Exactly, I didn't, I just… Tried t-to stimulate it. Wasn't even wet enough so I used, uh, lube.” 

“Oh… Lube. Sure, okay.” He nods again, and then moves his hand over his face, looking away for a second “And then?” 

“I'm not really sure how to… Give me a second.”

What were you even telling him before exposing yourself like that? Before the tension in the room skyrocketed in a suffocating way? You're not sure. 

Oh, foreplay. Okay, what's next? 

“Fingering,” you say out loud when you remember and at the sudden word Mingi turns to you, eyes wide and you stumble over your words yet again “Y-you need to finger her to stimulate the g-spot, duh.” 

“Don't duh me, Y/N, I'm learning!” 

“Sorry!” 

“Okay! Now what do I do when… fingering.” 

That makes you frown. You're not really sure what to tell him next. So you look straight ahead and, unintentionally, move your ring and middle finger the way you do when you're touching yourself. 

In the silence of the room, you audibly hear Mingi’s breath hitching and that draws you back to reality. 

When you look at him, his eyes are solely focused on your fingers. 

“I don't really know how to explain this next part.” You sound apologetic, your lips tensing into a straight line. 

A bit passes. 

And then another one and another one where Mingi looks at you with a weird, foreign expression on his face. 

So you open your mouth to apologize to him, but he beats you to it. 

“Then show me.” 

You swear you never even heard him sound like that before. Or maybe you have, the tone of voice similar to when he just wakes up, low, grouchy, as if his throat might be dry. 

It just never affected you this way. 

“W-what?” you blink hard, a few times, trying to focus on whatever the hell is going on. 

“Show me how you do it… I-if you want to.” 

“Mingi!” 

“I just— Look, you don't have to,” he says right away “If you don't want to, you can forget I ever asked but I'm so… curious”, he says, getting up from your desk chair and planting his knee into the bed “And I'm also really butthurt over what happened. I want to learn but I don't really have anyone else to ask.” 

“What about, uh… Minseo! Yeah, what about her?” you offer quickly, also getting up. 

“San's ex?!” 

“I don't know any other woman that you also know, Mingi!” 

He gulps and breathes heavily, gathering his words, his thoughts, just like he always does and you remember: This is Mingi. Your Mingi. The Mingi you've known for years and care about more than anything. 

“I'm asking you because I trust you,” he says, looking you over once again “And because if I fail, you're not… going to make fun of me for it.”

There it is. 

You soften at that and he seems to relax at your reaction. His demeanor lets you know he's not just saying that because he wants to see you touch yourself, he's being honest. 

So you decide to be honest, as well. In a whisper, because your voice will tremble and give away how strongly you feel about his request. 

“I've never done it in front of anyone before.” 

“So no one has ever make you—” 

“No,” you confirm before he even gets it out and you sigh “I never ask for it and I haven't really… I've only slept with—” 

“Hangyeol.” He nods and scrunches his nose in disgust at the memory of your highschool boyfriend. They never really got along and it was a shame, because Han was a great guy, he just wasn't the one for you. 

“Mingi,” you walk over to him and he straightens up his spine “This could really… I mean, there's no getting rid of me in this lifetime, buddy,” reminding him makes him smile and you do as well, nervous, your body on high alert “But this could mess us up.” You finish in a whisper. 

“I'm not letting that happen.” He says back, eyes scanning your face before zeroing on your eyes “There's no getting rid of me either, love.” 

That nickname is going to be the death of you, you're sure. It makes you suck in air you very much need at this moment. 

Fuck it. 

“I'll… get the towels, then.” You smile a little even though your cheeks are burning and you feel a little dizzy while holding his gaze, but you don't back down. 

Before you move, though, he stops you with his hand holding your waist “I know where they are. Stay here.” 

You could literally melt right now. And you know it's a short trip to the downstairs hallway closet from your room, so you make sure you strip your duvet before things get messy. 

You should go to the bathroom, too, to clean yourself up a bit before Mingi finds out what you find out when you sit on your bed. 

You're so wet. 

And it's so fucking embarrassing, because you're not supposed to feel this way for him, for this.

Because, if anything, this is clearly just an educational experience.

And if Mingi’s excited look when he re-enters your bedroom tells you otherwise, you're choosing to ignore it for the clearly educational experience’s sake. 

“These will do?” 

You take the two mismatched towels and place them on the bed right away, not even looking at him. 

“Yep.” 

You think he nods but you're not sure, you just caught a glimpse of him moving towards your desk while you pretend to fix the towels in the bed to perfection. 

“Okay, so… You need to, uh, be comfy and shit. Drink water, you just did that a few minutes ago…” when you turn to him, he's reading his notes like he's actually about to conduct an experiment and you chuckle before shaking your head “The… The foreplay part should be next, right?” 

“Right…” you drag out, biting the inside of your cheek before he looks back at you. 

“You look really tense, Y/N,” he deadpans, looking down at his notes again “You need to relax so it can happen, right?” 

“You're about to see me touch myself and you think I can relax?” 

“Oh,” he frowns, immediately and then blinks a few times to refocus, you think “I'm not the one doing it?” 

“Uh… Yes? Later? I thought you wanted to see me first, y-you… You asked me to show you…” 

You can feel him think, the gears on his brain twisting and you think he's going to backpedal at any second because he's not really saying anything. Then you see it, the moment the image crosses his mind. 

And the next second you have him in front of you, towering over your form and then he's not.

Getting on his knees, he tentatively places a hand on your knee and parts your legs so you can make room for him to touch the end of the mattress with his chest and raise his chin just enough to make you think he's asking you to kiss him.

Oh God, you want to kiss him. 

His voice is a sweet murmur when he speaks again “Show me how to get you there, love,” he sounds like he's pleading, like he's begging you to instruct him and your breath catches when he moves his hand up your thigh “What do you like?” 

Your mouth moves before you can even think “Kiss me.” 

You don't even notice you're leaning forward until his breath fans against your chin and he tilts his head even more so that your noses touch. 

“How do you like being kissed?” 

You breathe out a laugh, a little annoyed by his constant questioning “Figure it out, Mingi.” And then the last thing you see is his smirk before his mouth presses against yours. 

It's not what you expect. If anything, you expected him to take the lead. Han used to do so, all the guys you've ever kissed did it as well. You don't really know why his patience surprises you, but it does and if your heart could race even more, it would. 

Because he waits for your guidance, waits for you to grab his shirt and jank him closer, waits for you to sigh against him and then returns the gesture when he feels your fingers move upwards and tangle in his dark hair. 

His mouth is complying to yours, his tongue is exploring it and wetting your lips in the process and you've never felt this good with anyone before. 

That's something you'll need to unpack later, but your brain disconnects when your best friend lets out a noise the second his hands touch your waist under your shirt and you forget, for a split second, that the point of this is to have you on your back pleasing yourself for him to learn. 

Because you want nothing more than to hear him make that noise again. 

The kisses grow needy and so do you when he trails a path with his wet lips from your chin to your neck and the next thing you know is that your back is against the towels you laid down before and his mouth is kissing the valley of your breasts over the cotton of your shirt. 

You look down and it takes a second for him to feel you staring before he looks up at you “Should we take this off?” 

Your voice gives away how gone you are when you reply a simple yes and your shirt is on the floor the next instant. 

Now, you're sure this is not the first time Mingi has seen you in your underwear. You both have gone swimming before and he has walked into your room a million times while you're getting ready. You're even sure he's seen you walk out from your bathroom in this specific bra before… But he's staring at you like it's the first time he's been able to trace the way your breasts spill a little bit over the fabric of this old bra you decided to wear today, like it's the first time he's allowed himself to enjoy it. 

Like it's the first time he's allowing himself to feel any sort of attraction for you. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, shallow breath hitting his cheek when he returns his mouth to your jaw “Let me… Come here.” 

You scoot up until your head rests against your pillows and he follows, resting his body weight on his side and chasing your mouth when you turn your face to him. 

You should speed this up. There's no way you're not going to feel like shit if tomorrow you wake up and remember you're letting yourself enjoy this more than you should. 

There’s no reason for you to lose your breath when his fingertips trace softly the skin under your breasts or for your legs to grant him access so quickly when they reach your belly and bypass every other part of your body before going straight in between them. 

And he notices it too. 

“I don't know why I asked you so many questions before,” he starts, turning his hand so that he back of it and his nails start caressing the inside of your thighs through your sweatpants “I know what you like. I pay attention to you whenever we're talking about sex with the guys.” 

You frown, about to remind him that you never speak directly about your own experiences but he continues his ministrations, giving your other thigh attention “I usually watch you closely in case any of it makes you uncomfortable, but I notice your reactions when they speak about something that you like.” 

Oh. Heart on your sleeve, your biggest flaw. 

“Like that one time Woo was going on and on about marking and you couldn't stop fidgeting on your seat…” his nose traces your jaw softly before his teeth take the skin underneath it and you gasp just enough to prove him right “Or that time Yunho said he hated teasing because he's an impatient little shit” he chuckles, his index finding the spot next to your mound and going down slowly until his knuckle graces the crevice where your leg and your hip connect “and you defended it until we had to stop you guys from yelling each other over it…” 

Your breath shakes and your eyes close at the sensation “Mingi…” 

“Am I wrong?” 

You shake your head no and you can all but hear him smile when he speaks again. 

“Of course I'm not.” 

You open your eyes and expect him to look at you the way he does when you're unable to defend yourself against his quips, but he's not. His eyes are following his own actions and his bottom lip is pulled by his teeth when he takes the fabric of your sweatpants and pulls it up, enough to give you some friction where you need it the most. 

“Can I take this off?” 

“Fuck, y-yes.” 

Joining your shirt on the ground, you're left only in your underwear while Mingi is fully clothed and it bothers you out of nowhere. 

“You're so wet already…” he observes and you blush, puffing some air and covering your eyes with your hand. He just laughs “That's a good thing, it means that I'm doing okay.” 

He's doing more than okay. Damn all the experience he has and the way he reads you so well. 

But his sweet tone gives you some clarity and you support your weight on your hand to fix your position on the bed. 

“Alright, let's… resume the lesson before my parents get home.” 

“They probably won't for now. The company dinners last until like… two in the morning, usually, right?” 

“That's when they decide to go out for drinks.” 

“Your mom always wants to go out for drinks.” 

“Let's not talk about my mom right now!” you beg and he laughs again, making you chuckle alongside him and you're glad he's talking all of this -the kissing, the teasing, the sweet-talk and the wet patch on your underwear- so well. 

The awkwardness from before dissipated the moment he got on his knees in front of you and all that followed was this lovely tension you're dying to keep between the two of you forever even though you shouldn't. 

“Show me, love,” he pleads and you sigh, his mouth finding your cheek for a quick second, encouraging you “And then you can show me how to make you feel good, too.” 

You stare at him for a few seconds “Damn, you're good,” he shakes his head and you smile, getting rid of your underwear and pushing the quick moment of embarrassment being bare with him in the room gives you “Remember that this is what works for me, okay?” 

He nods and then props himself up so he can see it better. 

You take a second before your fingers dive into your wet folds and, when you do, you gasp at the feeling. 

You've never been more wet just for kissing and teasing before. What the fuck. 

You do what you usually do when you're alone for a while and try to contain yourself from moaning because Mingi's eyes keep moving from your fingers to your face. Then, you remember you should be talking him through it, as well. 

“You see how I'm building it up?” you start, chest heaving and he hums as his reply “I'm not trying to make myself come but I'm kinda just… edging myself a little bit.” 

“Edging,” he repeats and then hisses when he sees your thumb pressing into your clit just how you like it, making you sigh heavily “I know all about that, that's good.” 

“Y-you do?” 

“You'll be surprised,” he smiles, proud of himself. 

“Okay,” you continue, taking a deep breath “Then you know about prepping, too,” he nods “So, a finger first…” you say, swallowing hard when your middle finger makes its way into your cavity without much effort. 

Dragging back and forth for a minute or so, you're incapable of containing yourself any longer. Air leaves your mouth in pants and your eyes close when you drag the pad of your finger upwards, locating your g-spot with ease because you're used to it.

“And then, two fingers.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Look at the position of my hand. I read that these two fingers work the best because they're longer than the rest, although…” you look at Mingi's hand over your belly. You didn't even notice before this that he was touching you, but he is and his thumb is tracing a pattern that both relaxes you and sends shivers down your spine “I'm sure that it won't be a problem for you, huh?” 

He sends a cocky smirk your way and you would've smacked him if you weren't so… preoccupied. 

Pressing your precious spot and then dragging back and forward, you stop the movements altogether. It felt too good, way more than good and it's a different sensation of what you're used to. 

And it's all because of him. 

You look at his side profile, his eager eyes commiting to memory what you're doing to yourself, probably taking mental notes now that his notebook is long forgotten over at your desk and… 

He deserves this. He deserves to be the one to have this, just tonight. 

You hate to leave what feels like it's about to be your best orgasm in the hands of someone who's just learning, yet alone a man.

But Mingi is not just any man. 

“Mingi,” you call and his curious eyes leave your heat a second later “your turn.” 

“Did you… Did it happen? I didn't see anythi—” 

“No,” you interrupt him, your fingers leaving you and you turn to him, your clean hand finding his face “show me what you learned.” 

His mouth parts, but you have a newfound confidence and a glint in your eyes that is new, so nothing comes out. 

“Prove that bitch wrong.” 

That seems to do it. 

His eyes go from being confused to spark with determination and want and electricity runs through you again because he seems so relieved he gets to touch you sooner than expected. 

Shyness and nervousness buried six feet under, you both smile to each other before you feel him. 

His fingers gathering your wetness, his thumb finding your clit with ease and expertise. 

“Wettest pussy I've ever touched.” You can tell he's a little lost in the heat of the moment but it's okay. So are you. 

Fuck. 

It's been way too long since someone else touched you this way, so you all but melt at the circles he draws on your clit. He paid close attention before, because he's touching you just the way you like it. 

“That feels so good…” 

“Yeah?” he asks, dark eyes finding yours before a particular stroke forces you to close them. And then he gathers enough slick to insert his ring finger inside and you can't help the moan that slips past your lips. 

You lift your hand to cover your mouth, but Mingi clicks his tongue in feign disappointment “I want to hear if I'm making you feel good, love. Don't hold back on me just because this is unconventional.” 

The worries die altogether with that. 

And now that you have free reign to stop containing yourself, you don't know how to stop. 

It's not long before his middle joins his other finger but he doesn't go for it right away. He fucks you slowly, allowing you to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of his way longer, way thicker digits until they slide in and out with little effort. 

His pace picks up after what feels like ages and your hand fists his shirt for the second time tonight, nodding and moaning in encouragement. 

“Deeper,” you instruct “curl them upwards and go deeper, you'll feel it then.” 

He obeys immediately, his chest heaving and his mouth parting in delight when he finds it. The pad of his finger presses down on it tentatively and your grasp on his shirt hardens.

“Is that it?” you nod and he does it again, which earns another moan “What do I do now?” 

Before you completely get lost in the feeling, you decide to drop the step by step bullshit aside and give him the full instruction in hopes that he'll remember it all without fucking up: “What works for me is pressing… Fuck, yeah, just like that a-and then…” you take deep breath “Just a little harder… Yeah, then rub it in a circular motion while maintaining that same pressure… Fuck, Mingi!” 

He's a little too good at following instructions, because he touches you like he's been doing this forever and soon you feel the familiar swell, the usual buildup of it all and he's taking you over the age like it's nothing. 

You forget how to speak, you forget how to tell him what he needs to do next and so, when you finally explode, you take his wrist and place his two fingers over your clit. 

When you move them side by side, he lets out a fascinated giggle but knows exactly what to do. 

A second later, your release is coating your thighs and the towels underneath you and you don't register anything else because your ears are ringing. 

Did you lose consciousness for a second? It feels like you did. 

That was the best fucking orgasm you've ever felt in your entire life. 

And when you come back down, you only register the sound of your breathing and plump lips kissing your face, his fingers stopping their pace once he realizes you're done with it. 

Opening your eyes, you stare at your popcorn ceiling for a second. Then, you look at Mingi who's already staring at you with a what the fuck just happened expression. 

It makes you laugh. Softly at the beginning, post-orgasm bliss takes over but then Mingi laughs too and your whole chest swells with inexplicable pride. 

You don't think twice before kissing him again. When you realize you did it, you pull back and blink at him like he didn't make you see stars three seconds ago. 

“That was…” his eyes do the thing he usually does. You never notice it until now, but he scans your face so frequently you've grown used to it, but now… It feels different. His teeth nip his bottom lip and he shakes his head before speaking “Come here, love.” 

And then he's kissing you again, slow, intimate, beyond the stupid lesson you just taught him. 

But you don't mind it one bit. 

You sit up, getting on your knees on the bed and basically forcing him to do the same. Ignoring the gross sensation of the wet towel underneath you, you pull him further into you until his chest presses against yours, until his hands roam your body and settle on your waist, securing the embrace. 

This time, when you pull away, there's this whole unspoken new thing between you. 

“That was…?” you press, smiling a bit, pulling both you and him back to reality. 

Right now, with you half naked and his hard-on pressing on your belly, it's not the time to discuss your feelings. 

“Possibly the coolest thing I've seen,” he starts, giggling when you roll your eyes “and the hottest thing I've seen, too,” you shrug, dismissing his stare because it's making you feel hot all over your body, again “and I'm really, really grateful you said yes, love.” 

The soft tone he uses to say the last bit relaxes you and you nod, deciding it's not the time to tell him you never even came like that on your own. 

Instead, you decide to grasp this intimate moment and extend it as much as you can. You can see Mingi is not expecting it when you reach his sweatpants and let your shaky thumb trace the outline of his cock. 

Closing his eyes, he lets out a pleased sigh before he grabs you by the back of your neck and rests his forehead against yours. 

“This is supposed to be purely educational, Y/N” 

“Is that what you want it to be?” you softly ask, pulling your hand away but then his hips buck and chase after your touch, making you smile despite the emotions swelling in your chest “Let me help you… Please…” 

“Fuck, don't beg me, love.” 

“Don't make me beg, then.” 

What the fuck are you even doing? 

“Y/N, I—” he stops suddenly and you're too lost in the moment to notice why. 

But then the sound of keys and a door closing downstairs scares the fuck out of you and you push Mingi away without thinking it through. 

He lands with a thud on your bedroom floor, next to your discarded clothes. 

“What the fuck, Y/N?” he whispers-shouts, both shocked and offended, but you're getting off your bed and picking up your clothes and the soaked towels so you don't really care about his feelings right now. 

“Bathroom. Now.” 

You're so blessed for having your bedroom right next to the upstairs bathroom. And so blessed that it is your bathroom and you don't have to share it. You’ll get on your knees and thank your gods afterwards, but right now you can only think one thing.

Don't get caught. 

Lord knows you'll never hear the end of it if Mingi walks out of here with a hard-on. Your dad will kill him, your mom will cheer because she loves the idea of you and Mingi together and you'll probably pack your bags and move away if it happens. 

When you lock the door behind you and make a quick show of putting your underwear and pants back on, you hear Mingi chuckle. 

“We can always tell them we're having a sleepover, Y/N, you didn't have to karate kick me off the damn bed!” 

“Hush!” But he just keeps giggling at your very obvious flustered state.

You're about to rip him a new one when he takes two strides, backs you against the bathroom sink, and catches your lips in a quick, sweet kiss and all your worries dissolve just like that. 

“Guess they didn't go for drinks after all..” 

“You think?” cocking your head to the side, the smile on your lips can't be fought at this point. 

He returns it and leans in for another kiss, longer this time and you sigh against his mouth before pulling away because you really, really shouldn't be doing this right now. 

You hear your mother calling your name and then footsteps up the stairs. A murmured she must be sleeping and a hum from your father before they pass the bathroom door. You truly only relax when you hear their door closing at the end of the hallway. 

“Okay, we're safe now.” 

“When were we ever not safe?” 

“When I was half naked on my bed, Mingi!” 

He shakes his head with a smile and takes a step back. 

You clear your throat. 

“I really did want to help you out but—” 

“Raincheck?” he asks and at your hesitation to say yes, he continues “If you want to. If you don't, it's okay. We… We'll figure it out, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

He smiles again “Good, uh…” 

Mingi seems unsure on what to do next. Feeling the same, you decide the best thing to do is to get him out of here. 

Opening the bathroom door, you carefully peek into the hallway, taking his hand in yours and beckoning him to follow you down the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. 

“Shit, your shoes…” you whisper. 

“I don't think they noticed if they didn't barge into the bedroom to check on us like they usually do, love.” He returns, in the same tone. 

That does nothing to ease your mind, but he makes sure to put them on quickly and then grabs your shoulders, shaking you in a teasing manner. 

“Quit worrying, Y/N. I can feel you thinking.” 

Of course he does. There's no one, in this world, that knows you better than him. 

It makes your heart flutter and it shouldn't. But you're getting on your tippy toes and stealing a parting kiss before you think about it too much. 

It's irresponsible for you to do so, but Mingi grabs your waist and extends the duration of the kiss and suddenly you don't give a fuck about your parents or anyone else finding out about this… shift in your dynamic. 

“See you tomorrow?” he asks against your lips and you nod. 

“See you tomorrow.” 

And with that, he leaves. 

You lock the door and practically run to your room after. 

What the fuck have you done?

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