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BAD HABIT // JJK

09 | stars in your eyes // series m.list

note: jealousy jealousy <3 mwah ;) ,, sorry this ch took forever ... i think u'll understand why lol

you’re proud of yourself.

over the past few weeks, you’ve adjusted well—faster than expected, even. part of it is because you belong here. the other part is because the people around you make you feel like you’re truly home. for a long time, you’ve craved that feeling. living outside the palace had never been easy... especially not when you spent your whole life keeping being a part of the divinity a secret.

although, you still keep the friends you made outside these walls close to your heart, but the ones you’re making here… they feel different.

they are different.

for the first time, it feels like you’re falling into place. like everything is falling into place.

even being soulmates with jungkook feels lighter these days.

it’s conflicting, really—this soulmateship with him. stranger than any situationship, more serious than any relationship. maybe that’s why you’ve been trying so hard to perfect your friendship with him. if you can make that work, maybe everything else will follow.

but you’re an idiot if you think you can ever just be friends with jungkook.

yes, friendship is the foundation of any partnership. but who are you kidding? you two are bonded. the string is tied, glowing, dusted in gold. there’s no undoing it. there’s no pretending you don’t feel the weight of it, the way it tugs—the way he tugs.

and, not to mention, you’d rather die than be his friend (that’s the bond talking).

being away for the past week has been rather... reflective on your end. aside from the silyl groupchat messages the guys initiated and the random check-in ones jungkook would send you; you haven't really seen them around.

but it's fine.

it's nice to get some space. since you've been here, you've spent every waking minute with them. during your rest days, your parents came up to see you too. it was fun catching up with them and spending time together.

but you're so ready to be back.

you miss them.

some more than others.

today, you arrive early, ditching jimin and yoongi. jungkook’s grey hoodie is bunched up in your hands as you step into the classroom, the fabric warm and worn. you hadn’t meant to keep it this long.

the plan was simple:

walk in. toss it onto his desk. say something casual like, “here.” pretend like it didn’t make a home in your closet for too many nights.

pretend like you weren't holding onto it for this long because it smells like him. like you didn’t sleep in it once…

twice, if you’re counting the nap you took in it yesterday. pretend like it wasn't the one thing that made you smile during your week off.

but the moment you step inside, all that excitement fizzles out.

something blooms in your chest. warm and haunting. unsettling. you struggle to understand it—until you see it.

then, you feel the string tug inside your chest.

you feel it before you even realize why... then, when you do; you don't know what to do say or feel. it happens too fast. your vision blurs and then it focuses on her.

her.

there’s a girl sitting in your seat.

your freaking seat.

with jungkook.

your jungkook.

jungkook isn’t half-asleep with his hood drawn over his eyes. for once, he’s awake. engaged. talking to her. and worse—he’s smiling. that stupid boyish smile, the one that softens him in a way you’re sure he doesn’t even realize. he says something, and she laughs. bright. airy. the sound of it curls around your chest.

your heart races, a tight, erratic thump against your ribs. and maybe—just maybe—in a split second, you let your guard down. because jungkook’s breath hitches.

quickly, you tighten your grip on his jacket and shove it deep into your bag.

jungkook scans the room.

his eyes find you.

before he can do anything, you move past him. you don’t look. you don’t acknowledge him. you just walk.

he shifts, taken aback by the blatant rejection of his (attempt at a) greeting. the girl beside him notices. she follows your movements, then looks back at jungkook. then back at you.

“hey,” she says sweetly as you pass. "recover well?"

"yeah. thanks," you force a smile. short-lived. fleeting. half meant.

then she gives you a look.

not quite smug. not quite innocent. just knowing.

your stomach turns. your gaze drops, your mind suddenly heavy with overthinking thoughts.

from behind you, jungkook watches without watching. eyes half-lidded. head tilted against the back of his chair. fingers drumming against the desk in a slow, lazy rhythm. he doesn’t turn, doesn’t follow your movements outright—but he doesn’t need to.

he already knows exactly where you’re going.

you reach namjoon’s desk. it’s a placement he’s long past rolling his eyes at. he may not be able to manipulate you, but it’s honestly no problem when you’re this fucking predictable.

just as you reach for the chair—

it moves.

the wood scrapes against the floor, the legs dragging in one long, grating noise before it stops. a loud thud makes it known what just happened. the chair is set... well...

beside him.

the sound cuts through the low hum of the classroom and heads turn. at the door, jimin, yoongi, jin, and hobi watch, poorly concealing their amusement. namjoon huffs, lips parting, already prepared to scold jungkook for using his aura.

you freeze. your fingers twitch at your side.

god.

what do you even do in times like these?

when jungkook makes it excruciatingly obvious that he does whatever he wants, whenever he wants? when everyone just…

lets him?

from the corner of your eye, jungkook shifts.

his arms uncross. one hand rises slightly. and with the subtlest motion—two fingers flicking out, then curling in—he gestures at the chair.

his aura hums faintly. a ripple in the air.

you feel it.

your jaw clenches. slowly, you turn, eyes narrowing.

"jungkook," you seethe, voice low, controlled. "you can’t just—"

"you were gonna sit here, right?"

his tone is bored.

like he didn’t just drag a whole piece of furniture across the room with his aura. like it’s not a big deal. like he hasn’t been watching your every move since you walked in.

more snickers echo around you. and he enjoys it, doesn’t he? the attention? the fact that he’s just so fucking sly?

he knows perfectly well that he shouldn’t be using his aura for stupid things like this.

you don’t get it.

is he trying to boast? is he trying to prove something? the gesture is too sudden. too early. yet, it earns looks and murmurs.

jungkook doesn’t acknowledge it.

instead, his gaze flickers—just briefly—to your bag. the fabric of his jacket peeks from the unzipped opening, barely visible. but he catches it.

he notices it. then, slow and deliberate, his gaze returns to yours.

"sit here, princess."

the air shifts when the guys crowd around your desk.

hobi’s already perched on top of it, swinging his legs like a kid while namjoon leans against jungkook’s, arms crossed, lips pressed in thought. jimin and taehyung pull up chairs, dragging them across the floor with a grating screech that earns a sharp look from the professor at the front—but neither of them care.

"glad you aren't limping anymore," yoongi says.

you smile and nod. "yeah. my parents sent a nurse in once a day to check up on me. it felt a little... overprotective but it's whatever."

nam joon huffs. "you're telling me."

"why? what did they do?" you ask curiously. honestly, a part of you answers frantic. you know how your parents can be... "i can talk to them—"

"it's fine," he assures you. "i just got a speech from the council about safety and making sure that i'm not only encouraging divine quality behaviour, but also monitoring it."

you're eyes widen at his words. was he serious? how could he possibly have that much responsibility? besides, jumping into the lake was your idea.

"nam joon," you start. "i'm so sorry. my parents are—"

"it's fine," he repeats. "you're the princess. they're your parents. we’re the divinity. this shit has to be taken seriously whether we like it or not. just... try not to get hurt again, okay? really pissed your parents off and jungkook."

your eyes shake.

jungkook doesn't flinch. he doesn't even breathe. he's just... still.

then, the focus shifts.

“so... the game’s tonight.” jin says, earning a few groans from the guys. then, he rubs his temples like he’s dealing with a personal crisis. “i need to see it in high quality. i will not accept buffering.”

namjoon sighs, tipping his head back. “problem is, we have, what? one couch and a ten-inch laptop?”

“it’s embarrassing,” hobi groans. there’s a growing frustration in his face that makes you a little curious. was the game really this important?

jimin frowns, eyes darting to taehyung. “can’t you get us into the lounge?”

taehyung scoffs. “not after last time.”

“which wasn’t my fault, by the way,” jin mutters, but no one acknowledges it.

a pause.

jungkook, who’s been silent the entire time, exhales sharply through his nose. his knee bounces under the desk, fingers tapping against the wooden surface in a steady rhythm. truth be told, he’s fighting the urge to touch you right now. in any and every way… he wants to put his hand on top of your bare knee so bad. he wants to touch your skin and feel your warmth.

is it the bond?

he doesn’t know and he doesn’t care. sitting beside you, controlling himself—this is fucking torture. yet, he pushes through the distraction.

“i mean, if it comes down to it, we can just—”

but before he can finish, you shift forward, resting an elbow on the desk.

“you guys can just sleep over at mine.”

silence.

then—

“wait, what?” taehyung blinks.

“i have the highest view in the palace,” you say easily, tilting your head. “i mean… as someone previously mentioned… it’s perfect view of the city, and the biggest room. jin can project the live game with his aura. i can put a few paintings down to make the walls bare. i have a kitchen so we can cook some things up. it’s basically a studio—w-what? why are you guys looking at me like that?”

a beat.

then—without a word, jungkook shrugs off his uniform jacket. the fabric crinkles as he bunches it up and drops it onto your lap, as if it’s second nature. no glance, no explanation. just a quiet, instinctive action. you glance down at the skirt you’re wearing. before your focus shifts, the guys chaos keeps you in place.

"are we allowed?" taehyung blinks. "because if we are... then i'm really fucking upset you're not my soulmate."

"that’s actually genius."

"yo, what about your guards?"

“again, are we even allowed?”

you just laugh, shrugging. “who said i was gonna ask for permission?”

namjoon shakes his head, but there’s amusement in his eyes. “___, you’re insane. i don’t want to get disciplined for this—”

“then i’ll take responsibility,” you urge him. “please, nam joon? come on... is it that horrible that i want to spend time with my friends? i think my grandparents have bigger things to worry about. and my parents? i'll just tell them the truth. i missed my friends. oh! how about we invite others too so it's a bigger gathering and we can all chill?”

again, silences follows.

then—

“uh, she’s kinda the coolest person ever?” hobi throws an arm around your shoulders, grinning. “we should’ve been best friends sooner.”

“you’re just saying that cos she solved your problem,” jin points out.

“and i’m grateful!”

the energy crackles between everyone—everyone except jungkook.

he stays quiet, but not in a way that goes unnoticed by you.

jimin nudges jungkook’s arm. “you’re in, right?”

jungkook leans back in his chair, stretching slow.

“dunno.”

for some reason, he answer upsets you.

clearing your throat, you pretend not to hear what he said and push the conversation forward. jungkook stays leaned back, arms crossed, gaze unreadable.

clumsily, everyone sneaks inside the west wing.

laughter fills the hall as steps hurriedly make it to your door. before you know it, taehyung appears in front of your door with a wide grin and drinks.

“you sent the guards away?” taehyung practically giggles, as he looks over his shoulders. “this is so fucking thrilling. i can’t lie… i feel like i’m meant to be a spy or something.”

you laugh at his words and open your door wider.

“i scattered them around with errands,” you reply. “they’ll be held off for at least three hours… and then, i’ll be known as the picky princess for at least three months.”

popping his head in, nam joon lets out an impressed hum. quickly, the guys all make it to your door. you step aside, gesturing for them to come in. as they do so, pure adoration fills the room.

for a moment, their laughter dies down.

“fuck,” yoongi breathes. “this is truly ‘eat the rich ’ kind of shit.”

your dorm has to be one of the most unreal places in this palace. the ceilings are high with golden accents threading through the marble walls. it’s a studio-like layout that unfolds so elegantly. the kitchen is to the side, there’s a huge living space near a fireplace, and your bed—is massive, draped in sheer silks. there’s a canopy above, completing the perfect princess flow of the tower.

yet, what really takes the boys breath away is the window.

it takes up nearly an entire wall and gives access to a balcony. the window stretches from floor to ceiling, revealing the glowing city below. the garden view is utterly romantic too. one thing is for sure—their dorms do not look like this.

“holy shit.”

“ohhh, this is nice… girl,” taehyung sings. ��this all you do right here? okay…. it don’t smell like roaches in here or nothing!”

you burst into laughter and gesture for everyone to make themselves feel at home. to which, jimin mumbles; “unlikely, but if you insist...”

just then, jungkook walks in.

his hair is freshly washed and he’s wearing this oversized black t-shirt that hugs his chest nicely. he’s scanning your dorm before his eyes fall to you. just as you’re about to take a step towards him with some teasing remark already forming on your tongue—

“jungkook!”

a presence. a laugh. a shift in the air.

then, she appears.

the same girl from this morning. except, now she’s even more pretty? it’s strange. you’ve never really felt much for comparison but it’s hard when she… looks like what could be jungkook’s type. in a swift way, she breezes in front of you.

“oh!” she breathes, brushing shoulders with you in the process. she doesn’t seem to notice. “sorry—just wanted to give this back. thanks for inviting us here by the way, ___! your place is great. wish all our dorms looked like this.”

your stomach dips.

suddenly you hate the fact that you brought this unto yourself. what were you thinking? wanting to invite more people aside from the seven of them?

fuck.

this is all your fault.

jungkook blinks, visibly caught off guard, but reaches out, his fingers brushing the material.

“oh—uh, thanks.”

she lingers, arms crossing over her chest. “also, didn’t think you’d actually be that bad at giving directions. thanks for that.”

she laughs. light, teasing.

and then it hits you.

it’s an inside joke.

and worse—jungkook chuckles back.

it’s brief, casual, a mere breath of amusement. but it’s enough to make something cold settle in your chest. enough to have your fingers curling into the hem of your sleeves, nails pressing faintly into your skin.

she glances at you then, finally acknowledging your presence in full. her smile is polite, and unassuming—nothing malicious in her gaze.

it's annoying really... how she's so easygoing.

so... opposite of you? because in times like this, she's the kind of girl that can push through and smile. you? not so much. though you know you should smile back, you don't. rather, you can't.

so, instead, you nod.

with that, she lets out a small laugh and excuses herself, the warmth of her presence fading as quickly as it came.

but the damage is done.

your thoughts race, irrational and loud, clawing at the inside of your head. jungkook barely gets the chance to turn before he notices—the way you’ve gone still, the shift in your expression, the way your shoulders have tensed ever so slightly.

“she’s into jimin,” he murmurs, voice low. like it's barely above a whisper. like it's just for you.

you blink.

then, a wave of relief crashed over.

jungkook lifts the jacket in his hands, his fingers pressing into the fabric as he exhales. “this isn’t mine. it’s jimin’s.”

your brows furrow, processing.

“ai and jimin have this… thing.” he grimaces. “on and off again situationship, i guess… he never likes to talk about it so ai does this thing where she makes it everyones problem but jimin’s. i don’t know. i just keep getting caught in the middle.”

oh.

something in your chest eases—just a fraction.

but not entirely.

it’s stupid.

completely, utterly stupid… because why should it matter? it’s not like you—

you shift on your feet, suddenly hyperaware of the way jungkook is watching you. the way his gaze lingers, studying, picking up on details you wish he wouldn’t.

“you okay, princess?” he asks.

you clear your throat. “y-yeah—i just…” you glance toward the girl, now chatting with someone else across the room. “i didn’t know that about jimin.”

jungkook hums, tilting his head slightly.

“you sure that’s all it is?”

you scoff at him. “what else would it be?”

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he just watches you… like he’s waiting for something... the way he waits, makes you fidget.

you hate that it makes you fidget.

that it makes you feel seen in a way you don’t want to be.

“i’m gonna go greet the others,” you mutter, turning on your heel, and moving toward the others. "catch you later—"

"___—"

as you step away, annoyance still lingers beneath your skin. your chest feels so tight still… meanwhile, jungkook places his hand on his chest and clenches it.

something is wrong.

and you can’t hide it from him.

it starts off slow. subtle.

almost like a silent war.

at first, you ignore him. at least, you try to.

for the past half-hour, you’ve kept yourself busy, drifting from one conversation to the next, laughing at half-hearted jokes, nodding at stories you aren’t fully listening to—all while avoiding his gaze.

but jungkook is relentless.

he stares, unwavering, dark eyes burning through the space between you. it makes the people you talk to uneasy, shifting under the weight of his presence. he doesn’t care. doesn’t even blink. he just watches, jaw clenched, frustration simmering under his skin.

weren’t you two fine before?

what changed?

it’s not fair. you’re being unfair.

by the hour mark, he’s done waiting. his patience—thin and fraying—snaps. he moves, weaving through the crowd with a single-minded focus, no longer shooting daggers at anyone in your orbit. now, his attention is solely on you. people try talking to him, but he brushes them off with a distracted nod, a quiet hum. jungkook has never been the most social, but tonight? he’s something else.

steady. controlled. purposeful.

and everyone can see it.

everyone except for you.

he wants something.

he wants you.

so, he decides he’s getting you. one way or another.

this distance? this coldness? he hates it.

it’s not like you. not with him.

his feet move before he can stop them, a sharp exhale leaving his lips as he finally closes the space—

but just as he reaches you, you stand.

his steps falter.

you’re heading towards the kitchen, slipping past taehyung, ready to lose yourself in the crowd there.

his jaw tenses.

then—

“the guards!”

your voice cuts through the room, loud and urgent. “everyone hide!”

chaos erupts.

yoongi flicks his wrist and darkness swallows the space. shadows stretch across the walls, flickering like ghosts. your breath catches, adjusting to the sudden shift. silhouettes blur, people scrambling into hiding—under the bed, behind curtains, pressed against the ceiling with their auras. you move toward the door, but—

then you see it.

or, more accurately, you feel it first.

a sharp pang, like a fist tightening around your stomach.

jungkook brushes past you, fast, purposeful. he heads for the closet, but then—

his hand reaches out.

not for you.

for ai.

he pulls her close, murmuring something low in her ear as he guides her across the room. she laughs, light and breathy, before slipping inside the closet with him.

the sight is gut-wrenching.

sickening.

heat rises to your face, burning at the back of your throat. you don’t know if you want to yell or walk away. your fists clench at your sides, nails digging into your palms.

you shouldn’t care.

but you do.

knock.

“princess?”

another knock.

“we’ve returned from the errands you sent us on. you'll be pleased to know everything went well... princess, is everything alright? we heard some noise... do you have company?”

your heart pounds and your hands shake as you answer the door. yet, regardless of how you feel; you smile.

“yes,” you breathe, voice smooth despite the chaos in your chest. “everything is fine. t-thank you for running those errnads... i’m having a self-care night and streaming a game with friends. excuse the noise. please, take your posts at the guard house. i'll be fine for tonight. it's late anyway and your shifts are ending soon. take the extra hour off."

the guard hesitates, then nods. “as you wish.”

you wait until their footsteps fade before closing the door and locking it. the second the latch clicks, the tension collapses.

everyone exhales, heavy and relieved.

laughter spills into the space, nerves unraveling. yoongi flicks the lights back on, dimmer than before. jin groans. taehyung lets out a breathless chuckle.

but you barely hear it.

because the closet door creaks open.

jungkook steps out, ai right behind him. she grins at something he murmurs under his breath.

and just like that, the feeling returns.

tight and suffocating. curling deep in your gut.

he didn’t hesitate.

not even for a second.

it presses against something inside you, something sharp and unwelcoming.

so you turn away.

“you good?” taehyung side-eyes you from the couch.

“yeah. i'm fine.” you answer him rather too quickly. too sharp.

taehyung's mouth twitches, unconvinced. but he doesn’t press. you sink down beside him, trying to ground yourself, but the moment you do—the couch jerks backward.

your body stumbles.

the guys groan. you look up and see jimin glaring at jungkook.

“jungkook!” jimin whines. “don’t use your fucking aura right now. stop messing with us.”

“jungkook,” namjoon warns. “don’t move furniture for attention.”

but it works.

he has yours.

your head snaps toward him. he tilts his head, slow and assessing, as if you’re the problem.

frustration bubbles under your skin. you take a deep breath, standing to head to the kitchen. you need space. you need something to do.

you reach for a piece of bread. but suddenly, it's taken out of your hand.

jungkook then takes a slow, deliberate bite.

“did you want this?”

you stay silent.

his eyes glint. “use your words like a big girl.” he’s teasing. but it’s different. charged and edged with something unreadable.

you reach for another piece—

his aura glows.

suddenly, all the bread lifts into the air, floating just out of reach.

your patience snaps.

“jungkook—”

“not so fun, is it?” he murmurs. “having something right in front of you, but never being able to reach it.”

it’s a loaded statement.

the bread drops.

his mood shifts. his aura flickers between you, pulsing hot and heavy. before you can react, his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you to the side.

eyes snap to you both.

“don’t make a scene—”

he chuckles. “this isn’t a scene.” his voice drops lower. “do you want me to make a scene?”

you grab his hand, gripping it tight. “stop.”

“you stop,” he hisses. everyone begins to whisper around you two. then, louder, to the room—“holy shit. watch the fucking game.”

the command in his voice—his aura—shifts the air. he lifts his hand in the air and waves it towards the projection. suddenly, everyone turns to the screen, despite the protests, despite the groans. they don’t have a choice. they're under his control.

jungkook leans in.

“what’s wrong, princess?” he asks, eyes dark and searching. “why are you mad at me?”

you hesitate.

“i’m…”

“you’re?”

you swallow, looking around. everyone's eyes are fixed on the screen and you can tell they're all uncomfortable. you are too.

then, you take a deep breath in. you turn to everyone and notice how his aura still radiates through them. with pleading eyes, you ask him; “can you… not do this? let them watch if they want to watch. let them talk if they want to talk. let them stare—”

“only if you talk to me. like, really talk to me.”

you nod, accepting the exchange.

jungkook shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. as he exhales, so does the room. everyone’s posture goes back to normal and they continue on with whatever they were doing before. once you see that everyone is comfortable again, you look at jungkook and tilt your head at him.

“you can’t always use your aura to get what you want.”

jungkook shrugs. “using it or not, there’s not much difference.”

“what do you mean?”

“you don’t like me regardless,” he assumes. “right? you hate that i have this aura.”

you shake your head.

“i hate the way you use it.”

then, he snaps.

“i hate the way you make me use it.”

silence.

and then, the weight of it crashes down.

“i don’t hate you.”

… is all you manage to say.

jungkook’s lips twitch.

just like that, ease takes over his eyes. he can’t help but feel a sense of hope. like every negative thought he made up about himself throughout this entire night ceases to exist because of your four words… but it still stings. how you treated him tonight… how much of a fucking pull you have on him that he acts like a manchild. how badly he wants your attention… and how suffocating it is to be without it.

“you don’t?”

“no.”

the air stills between you two.

jungkook doesn’t know how to explain it… but there’s a warmth that blooms in his chest. like a relief takes over. it’s so.. special to him. he’s never felt better so fast. he has never… believed anyone so fast. your words cut deep into him, carving themselves into his heart. then, the familiar feeling of wanting to touch you kicks in. he knows it’s not the time, so he fights the urge.

but it’s difficult.

so, just as he reaches—

“did you find it?” you ask.

he tilts his head, confused. “find what?”

“your hoodie.”

“my hoodie?”

you nod. “yeah. it was in the closet.”

slowly and then all at once, jungkook’s face falls.

the warmth in his eyes dim like the sunset swallowed by night. i’s slow, almost imperceptible—the slight twitch of his brows, the way his lips part as the realization sinks in. but then, it’s unmistakable. his expression shifts, unraveling from confusion into something softer, something edged with regret. you swallow, but it does nothing to ease the ache blooming in your chest, jealousy and hurt tangling like thorns in your throat.

you shouldn’t care.

you shouldn’t.

but the weight of it sits heavy in your lungs, pressing against every breath. and jungkook sees it—sees the way your fingers curl in your sleeves, the way your gaze flickers away like you can’t bear to hold his. the air between you turns fragile, laced with something unspoken, something that trembles on the verge of breaking.

“you…” he pieces it together and sees the picture whole. “you can’t be serious? are you upset that i hid her? ___, we were going to get caught—”

“but did you have to hold her waist?” you hush him. “why couldn’t she just hide on her own? why was that your responsibility—”

“okay, fuck. do you want me to hold your waist so you two can be even or something?”

“what?” you raise your voice. “are you insane? no. a-and… we’re not even. she and i are—”

“you’re what?”

you pause.

“well… she’s not your soulmate. she’s not supposed to be even with me.” you choke out, almost cringing at your own words. "i... i'm your soulmate."

jungkook huffs. then, a small chuckle comes out. soon enough, a laugh.

“sorry,” he attempts to stop himself. “this is kind of ridiculous. i mean, i told you she’s into jimin, didn’t i? why can’t you trust me—”

“because i don’t know you!” you cry. “god, i don’t know you enough to trust you. and it’s confusing because my heart—or rather, the bond—tells me i do. but my mind… spins every time you do something that i don’t expect. like… why didn’t you just let jimin bring her to the closet? why was it your responsibility? do you know how i felt during those two minutes? what you could’ve done in two minutes?”

“two minutes?" jungkook's eyes widen. "___, are you seriously jealous about me spending two minutes with ai in a closet—”

“yes!” you breathe. “because… w-why did you just leave me—”

“what did you want from me?” jungkook asks rather sincerely. “to stand by you and get caught? they would’ve thrown my ass out. soulmate or not, they would have thrown me out and everyone would have been caught.”

you swallow.

then, you mumble, “you just… you didn’t have to go in the closet with her.”

to your surprise, jungkook nods.

there’s no defensiveness in his expression, no sharp retort on the tip of his tongue. just quiet acceptance, like he’s already replayed it in his head and realized there’s nothing to argue.

his shoulders drop, the fight leaving him all at once. a slow exhale pushes past his lips, and when he speaks, his voice is softer—lower, like an admission he doesn’t want to make.

“okay.” his gaze flickers to yours, holding it. “i didn’t have to go inside the closet with her.” a pause, then the slightest huff of a breath, something like regret tugging at the corners of his mouth. “you’re right. my bad.”

he says it so simply, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to agree with you. and maybe that’s what surprises you the most—not the words themselves, but the way he says them, like he means them.

“do you forgive me now?” his voice is quiet, careful, like he already knows the answer.

you exhale, pressing your lips together. “jungkook, you didn’t even say sorry—”

before you can finish, the room is swallowed in darkness.

a sharp inhale.

the shuffle of feet. jimin’s voice cuts through the quiet.

“someone’s coming.”

you freeze.

jungkook does too.

the air weighs down on you two. thick, unmoving. somewhere in the dark, a faint rustle of fabric, the soft creak of wood settling under shifting weight. muffled whispers. hurried footsteps. you hear everyone scrambling into hiding, bodies pressing into corners, behind furniture.

but jungkook doesn’t move.

he stays beside you.

then, a gentle nudge against your arm. deliberate. teasing.

"hey, p?"

his voice is low, quiet, but the way he says your name—it curls at the edges, soft and familiar.

"hmm?"

you feel him shift closer. not much, just enough. enough that the warmth of him bleeds into your skin, enough that the air between you turns thinner, charged.

"do you think we have two minutes?"

his voice is impossibly close now, warm against the shell of your ear. and even though it’s dark, even though you shouldn’t be able to see him—somehow, you do.

you feel him.

the slight tilt of his head. the barely-there curve of his lips, smug and knowing. the way his lashes dip, his gaze dropping to your mouth before flicking back up, unhurried, unreadable.

your breath catches.

"for what?"

you don’t know why you ask. maybe you do. maybe you just want to hear him say it.

but he doesn’t.

he just lingers—close enough that you can feel the heat rolling off him, the faint scent of something warm and clean, something undeniably him.

his silence stretches, heavy, expectant.

and you think he’s waiting but—

instead, he tugs you forward, slow and certain, hands skimming down your arms before settling at your waist. his grip is light—tentative.

now.

now he’s waiting. it’s like he’s giving you the chance to step away.

but you don’t.

and the moment you don’t, something changes. in fact, you feel it in your heart. something glows.

his hands tighten, just barely. his head dips, his breath warm against your cheek, and then his lips brush yours—once, then again, like he’s memorizing the feeling, like he’s giving you another chance to stop him.

but you don’t.

the world suddenly stops as jungkook’s lips meet yours. he kisses you. your soulmate kisses you for the first time.

slow and deep, careful and desperate all at once. his fingers press into your waist like he’s trying to tell you something without words… and maybe he is. maybe you are, too, because your hands find his shirt, fisting the fabric, pulling him closer, letting him steal another second, another breath.

then—

a flicker. a buzz.

light floods the room, washing over you both like a wave crashing against shore.

you break apart instantly, breathless, dazed.

jimin blinks at you both, unimpressed.

“sorry everyone! false alarm.”

just like that, the room shifts back to life. conversations pick up, laughter hums through the air, the moment folding neatly into the chaos like it never existed at all.

except it did.

you can still feel it—still feel him. the heat of his hands, the ghost of his lips, the unspoken words lingering between you.

you stand side by side, staring ahead, breathing uneven.

your fingertips still linger, barely brushing.

your heart still races, pounding against your ribs, aching for a moment that belonged only to the two of you.

jungkook turns to you, searching, chasing your gaze as if the answer is there—written in the spaces between your lashes, in the soft parting of your lips. and maybe it is. because when he looks at you now, really looks at you, he sees something he hasn’t noticed until now.

something familiar. something timeless. something extraordinary.

a glint.

a sparkle.

your breath hitches when you realize how close he is, how his eyes trace over you like he’s trying to commit you to memory. and for a second, just a second, it feels like the universe quiets—like nothing exists outside of this moment, outside of you.

then, he sees it.

and when he does, a breath slips past his lips, soft, relieved. because there’s no need to split the sky or rearrange the cosmos. this entire time, he hadn’t realized it before—hadn’t seen it, the same way people forget that the stars don’t disappear in the daylight. they’re always there, quiet and constant, just waiting for the right moment to be seen. and this? this is his time to see—to know it.

yes, he’s right.

there are stars in your eyes.

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ariahmichelle · 3 days ago

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Fake It Till You Feel It- Part 6

Rafe Cameron x Reader Series

Previous Parts Here

Summary: You see your ex with a new girl wrapped around him after he told you “wasn’t ready for a relationship” after you had slowly started to fall for him. The betrayal stings. Rafe Cameron is dealing with his own issue—Amelia, a girl who refuses to take the hint that he’s not interested. One night you impulsively pretend to be Rafe’s girlfriend to get her to back off. To your surprise, it works. You also notice Alex looking pissed. This starts to become an unspoken routine between you when either Alex or Amelia are around. Simple right? However, longer this goes on, the more the lines blur between what’s real and what’s not.

Part 6- Mixed Signals and Missed Chances

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The next morning, you woke up with a sinking feeling in your chest.

The living room was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning and the soft breathing of your still-sleeping friends. Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room, but it did little to ease the tightness in your chest.

You sat up slowly, your body stiff from sleeping on the couch. The blanket that had been draped over you pooled in your lap, and you immediately knew it wasn’t yours.

It was Rafe’s.

Your stomach twisted.

The events of last night came rushing back—Rafe in the kitchen, the almost-kiss, the way you had pulled away. The way he had looked at you before walking off, frustrated, disappointed.

And now, he was nowhere to be seen.

You glanced around the room, taking in the mess of empty bottles and discarded jackets. Brooke was curled up in an armchair, Paige was on the other end of the couch, and Topper was stretched out on the floor with a pillow covering his face.

But no Rafe.

You let out a slow breath, your pulse hammering in your ears. You needed to leave before anyone woke up, before you had to deal with the awkward aftermath of last night.

Carefully, you slid the blanket off and got to your feet, grabbing your bag. Your shoes dangled from your fingers as you tiptoed toward the door, wincing at every creaky floorboard.

You hesitated for just a second—just long enough to wonder if you should say something, leave a note, anything.

But you didn’t.

You slipped out of the house without looking back.

It wasn’t even an hour later when your phone buzzed with messages from the girls.

BROOKE: where did you go??

MIA: ummmm excuse me??? Did you just vanish???

PAIGE: she’s avoiding us. Criminal.

Your phone buzzed nonstop as you walked home, but you ignored it until you were back in your room, tucked under the covers, pretending last night hadn’t happened.

YOU: sorry, woke up early and just decided to leave, wasn’t feeling great

You stared at the message for half a second before pressing send. It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Brooke was the first to reply.

BROOKE: uh huh. sureee

MIA: well, hope you feel better bc we’re all going out tonight!!! live band at the club, it’s supposed to be really good

PAIGE: and by ‘really good’ she means full of hot, rich guys willing to buy us drinks

You hesitated. The last thing you wanted to do was go out and pretend everything was fine, especially if Rafe was going to be there.

But if you said no, they would definitely know something was up.

YOU: sounds fun. I’m in.

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Later that night, you found yourself in Paige’s bedroom, surrounded by dresses, makeup palettes, and the sweet scent of vanilla perfume.

You sat on the bed with a wine glass in hand, watching as Mia curled her lashes in the mirror. Brooke was fixing Paige’s hair, both of them deep in conversation about something you weren’t really listening to.

“Okay, but what are we manifesting tonight?” Paige asked, tossing her hair over one shoulder.

“I’m manifesting someone hot, rich, and slightly emotionally unavailable,” Mia said.

Brooke snorted. “So… Rafe?”

Mia burst into laughter, but you stiffened, fingers tightening around your glass.

The conversation kept moving, but Brooke’s eyes flickered to you in the mirror. She didn’t say anything, but you could tell she noticed.

“Are we gonna talk about the fact that our girl has been acting weird lately?” Paige asked, raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, forcing a smile. “I’m not acting weird.”

Brooke hummed. “Right. And the fact that you look like you want to throw yourself out the window every time Rafe is mentioned is just a coincidence?”

You exhaled sharply, turning back to your glass.

Paige smirked. “Wait… did something happen?”

Mia’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, did you guys hook up?!”

“What? No.”

Brooke eyed you carefully. “But something did happen.”

You hesitated. “It’s not… it’s nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

Mia and Paige exchanged a look, clearly unconvinced.

Brooke, however, didn’t push it.

“Okay,” she said simply, turning back to the mirror. “But just so you know, whatever’s going on with you two? I can see it matters to both of you.”

Your stomach twisted, but you keep your face neutral, “Enough of the serious talk. We have drinks to drink and guys to charm.”

Mia grinned. “Amen.”

And just like that, the conversation shifted.

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By the time you arrived at the country club, the place was already packed. The band played from the corner of the room, their music weaving through the hum of conversation and clinking glasses. The warm glow of the chandeliers cast a golden light over the space, giving everything an almost dreamlike quality.

You tried to focus on the excitement, on the promise of a fun night.

But your eyes had a mind of their own.

They found Rafe almost instantly.

He was near the bar, his back turned to you, his posture relaxed. He looked good—too good—in a fitted dark button-up, his blond hair slightly tousled, like he’d run his fingers through it one too many times.

And he wasn’t alone.

A girl you didn’t recognize stood close beside him, a little too close. She was tall, blonde, effortlessly pretty, the kind of girl who fit perfectly into Rafe Cameron’s world.

You told yourself it didn’t matter.

But when she laughed—too loud, too flirty—at something he said, irritation burned in your chest.

Brooke, ever observant, followed your gaze.

“You’re gripping your drink like it personally offended you,” Brooke murmured beside you, her voice low.

You let out a breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Brooke just hummed knowingly, taking a sip of her cocktail. “Right. And I suppose the daggers you’re staring into that girl’s back are just for fun?”

You clenched your jaw, avoiding her gaze. “He can do whatever he wants.”

Brooke scoffed. “Sure. And that’s why you look like you’re about to storm over there and ruin her night.”

You hesitated, then finally sighed. “We… we almost kissed last night.”

Brooke’s eyes widened slightly. “Almost?”

You nodded. “I pulled away.”

Brooke frowned. “Why?”

You swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably. “Because I panicked. Because I—” You stopped, exhaling. “Because I realized I actually like him, and that wasn’t part of the plan. This started as a stupid way to make Alex jealous and get Amelia off his back, I don’t want him kissing me just because it’s convenient or easy.”

Brooke stared at you like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You seriously think that’s why he was going to kiss you?”

Brooke blinked, like she hadn’t expected you to admit it outright.

“Okay,” she said slowly, setting her drink down. “First of all, you need to talk to him. Running away isn’t solving anything.”

You swallowed. “And what if it’s just about Amelia for him? What if I’m just convenient?”

Brooke shook her head. “Then you ask him. Because from where I’m standing? That’s not the way a guy looks at someone who’s just convenient.”

“Well it seems like he got over it quick enough.” Gesturing to him and the girls he’s been flirting with all night.

Brooke sighed, shaking her head. “You’re an idiot.”

You shot her a glare. “Thanks.”

She gave you a pointed look. “No, seriously. He likes you, you know. And if you don’t stop running away, you’re gonna lose him before you even figure out what you want.”

You hesitated, your eyes flickering back to Rafe.

He wasn’t looking at the blonde anymore.

He was looking at you.

And for the first time all night, you weren’t sure who was hurting more. You—or him.

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mashtatosworld · 1 day ago

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love and let go

summary: first day of nursery brings tears... and they're not from your baby

The morning is tense.

Not for you. For Jiyong.

You find him sulking - protesting, in bed, still buried under the blankets while you’re in the bathroom, getting ready. His phone is abandoned on the nightstand - strange, considering he practically breathes through it. His arms are folded, one leg slightly sticking out of the covers like a child throwing a silent tantrum.

"Are you really going to mope all morning?" you ask, brushing your hair.

"Yes," he mumbles into the pillow.

You roll your eyes, walking over to yank the blanket down. He tuts but doesn’t fight it, his messy bedhead sticking up in every direction. His eyes are still puffy from sleep, but his frown is deep.

"Jiyong, you agreed to this."

"I agreed because you forced me to," he huffs, rubbing his face. "I still don’t like it."

You sigh, kneeling on the bed beside him. "It’s just a few hours, Ji."

"It’s a few hours too long," he mutters. "She doesn’t need this. She has everything she could ever want at home. She has us."

You smooth a hand through his hair, watching as his eyes flutter closed under your touch. "She needs friends. And independence. You don’t want her to struggle in social situations when she’s older, do you?"

Jiyong cracks an eye open. "She has me. I’m her best friend."

You scoff. "She doesn’t like other kids, Ji. She turns her nose up at them."

Jiyong nods. "She has standards."

You deadpan. “Jiyong, if you ever want her to change her mind about a sibling - ”

“I am working on that,” he huffs. "We talk about it when we go shopping."

You arch a brow. “You can't bribe her."

“...it works for a while." Until he gets home and she remembers how many toys and dresses she already has.

You press your fingers against your temples. “We are not debating this again.”

Jiyong sighs dramatically. “Fine.”

You kiss his cheek. "Thank you."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Diva sits on the floor beside you as you pack her bunny backpack. The moment you drop a juice box inside, her eyes light up.

"Juice?" she asks in awe, like you’ve given her a hidden treasure.

Jiyong groans from the doorway, arms crossed. "Look at her. She thinks we’re going on a picnic. She doesn’t even know she’s being abandoned."

You shoot him a warning look.

Diva eyes are still glued to where you'd just deposited the juice box. "More?"

You laugh. "You only need one, baby."

She frowns but doesn’t argue, pushing to her feet. "Go now?" she asks as you place the small bag on her back.

Jiyong joins you, crouching to adjust the backpack straps properly. "We don’t have to, you know... There's a perfectly good park down the road."

You smack his shoulder.

Diva, blissfully unaware of her father’s internal suffering, claps her hands. "Go now!"

Jiyong sighs in defeat.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

After convincing your husband to finally unlock the car doors, you all made your way to the charming brick building.

The nursery is bright and welcoming, but none of that matters to Jiyong.

Diva clings to his hand as the teacher greets her warmly.

She looks around, eyeing the toys and the kids playing - but she doesn’t move away from her father.

"You’re going to have so much fun, sweetheart," you say gently, smoothing her hair. "Remember what we talked about? You’re going to make friends."

Diva looks up at you. "Eomma stay?"

You crouch to her level. "No, baby. You stay here and play."

Her tiny brows furrow. Then, she turns to the real weak link - Appa.

She tugs on his hand. "Appa stay?"

Jiyong makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat.

You immediately glare at him. Don’t you dare.

His jaw clenches. He kneels, cupping Diva’s little cheeks. "Baby, Appa and Eomma will come back, okay?"

Diva frowns. "Promise?"

Jiyong physically struggles. You see it - his whole body tenses, his fingers twitching like he wants to just grab her and take her home. But instead, he takes her pinky in his own, pressing a soft kiss to the tip.

"Promise," he whispers.

You drag him out before he can change his mind.

But when the car door shuts and the music begins playing through the speakers, you feel it.

The back seat is empty.

No Diva.

No little voice demanding a song.

No tiny giggles.

Your throat tightens.

Jiyong sighs. “You too, huh?”

You exhale sharply, clicking your seatbelt into place. “Let’s just go home.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The house is too quiet.

Jiyong is miserable.

He's paced the entire length of the penthouse. He's cleaned your room and Diva's. And even reorganised the wardrobes. Twice. You were pretty sure you heard sniffling as he colour-coordinated Diva's dresses.

His red eyes when he finally emerged from its glittery, pink depths gave him away...

But for the moment, he lies on the couch, arm thrown over his face, phone in hand. His gallery is open to pictures of Diva.

You, not much better, sat at the kitchen counter, trying to focus on writing - but every few minutes, you find yourself checking the time.

Jiyong suddenly groans. "It’s been two hours."

You sigh, rubbing your temples. "Ji -"

"Let’s go early," he blurts out, sitting up.

You blink. "What?"

"She might need us," he insists. "We should check."

You exhale, setting your notebook aside. "You mean you need her."

Jiyong doesn’t even try to deny it.

But you don't protest as he races to grab his car keys. She was your little baby too, and completed your family. It wasn't home without her.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You both rush to the nursery, expecting to find Diva crying, desperate for her parents.

Instead -

She’s thriving.

She’s at a tiny table, surrounded by other kids, sculpting something out of Play-Doh. She looks… content.

Jiyong freezes.

"She’s not crying," he whispers.

You smile, proud. "She’s fine."

The teacher walks over, waving. "She did great today! She was hesitant at first, but she made some friends."

You and Jiyong share a look.

Diva finally notices you both and smiles a gummy smile. "Eomma! Hi, Appa!"

Jiyong looks betrayed.

"Come here, baby," you say, waving her over.

She hops off her chair, running over. Jiyong immediately picks her up, cradling her to his chest. "Appa missed you so much," he mumbles dramatically, kissing her cheek.

Diva giggles, and reveals something clutched in her tiny hand. "For Appa."

She holds out a red, lumpy clay blob. It held some resemblance to a heart.

Jiyong laughs. "For me?"

Diva nods seriously.

Jiyong clutches it to his chest like it’s a priceless heirloom.

It was going straight on the mantlepiece. Front and centre.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The bedtime routine that night is soothing. The house feels normal again now that Diva is back in it.

Jiyong sits on the edge of her bed, stroking her hair as she blinks up at him sleepily. You tuck her dragon plush into her arms, smoothing down her blanket.

"Baby," Jiyong whispers, voice gentle, "you don’t want to go again, right?"

You glare at him. "Jiyong."

He huffs, looking down at Diva. "I mean… do you want to go again?"

Diva yawns, rubbing her eyes. "More juice."

You blink. "Huh?"

She sighs, deeply, as if you should already know what she means. "More juice, Eomma." Then, with zero warning, she closes her eyes and is out.

Jiyong stares. "She's your double."

"Shut up." you whisper, holding back a laugh.

Jiyong shakes his head, tucking the blanket under her chin. "At least she has her priorities straight."

You raise the crib bars and both step out, leaving her to settle. Just as you sink onto the couch, Ji carries over an already half-drunk glass of wine when your phone buzzes.

It was from the nursery.

[teacher] Hello, Mrs Kwon! We usually send photo updates to parents throughout their little ones day. It seems these got lost until now, apologies!

You click on the link and you immediately melt.

Diva at the tiny play kitchen, stirring an imaginary pot. Diva laughing with another child over snack time. Diva grinning - grinning - while painting at a tiny easel.

You nudge Jiyong, showing him the screen. His brows pull together as he scrolls, eyes lingering on each picture. His baby girl looks so happy.

His jaw tightens. "Once a week," he mutters, taking a long swig of wine. "For now."

You nod. "For now." You’re not quite ready either.

Jiyong sighs, setting your phone aside. Then he stretches, swirling his glass with a lazy smirk. "So… how about another baby?"

You snort. He always asks that after the slightest drop of alcohol.

He leans closer. "Think about it jagi..."

You grin, already clearly picturing it. "Mm, let’s see how you feel in the morning when our baby is screaming for you to come get her."

Jiyong groans, already feeling the pain of his hangover.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

double dropping in honour of Übermensch!!!!

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clockwayswrites · 6 hours ago

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Danny In Metropolis, ch3 p4

(Wow this still needs a real title.) Masterpost This isn't read over, I'm just... so very fatigued, but hopefully you enjoy.

Lois turned and pushed Clark to head towards the kitchen with the pie. “So Danny, what part of the Midwest are you from?”

Danny rubbed at the back of his neck as he followed. “That obvious?”

“Well, I did marry a Midwesterner,” Lois said. “I may know what to look for.”

“Oh, yeah. I never really thought of us being that unique but moving here has sure been an experience. And Illinois, Miss Lois.”

“Chicago or…?”

“Oh, no. A place called Amity Park. It’s not known for much other than being the most haunted city in America.”

“Most haunted city in America?” Clark repeated. He set down the pie and turned back to Danny and Kon.

Not for the first time, Kon was struck by how big Clark looked in the tiny kitchen. It always bothered Kon for a reason he could never place.

“Yep, that’s what they claim at least. It’s actually a bit of a tourist draw these days, especially around summer and Halloween. They have a summer scare fest and everything these days.”

“Did growing up there make you a skeptic or do you believe in ghosts all the more?” Lois asked.

“Well, I don't think it's so much about Amity. We live in a world with heroes, with aliens and gods and lab experiments. I guess I don't see a reason the be a skeptic with all of that,” Danny said. Then he ducked his head as if his nerves hit him all at once. “Just, um, how I see it. Plus Amity is pretty convincing.”

“You’ve got a point, kid,” Lois agreed.

Clark sighed. “No, honey.”

“What?”

“I know that look, you’re thinking of a story,” Clark said, “or how to steal a slice of the pie before dinner. Either way, no.”

Lois crossed her arms with a petulant little pout.

Clark had a little smile as he pressed a kiss to Lois’ temple. “Danny is a guest and brought the pie as a gift.

“Let’s grab some sodas and escape while we can,” Kon said.

“I’ll remember this when you’re in love and ridiculous,” Lois said, “just you wait.”

Kon paused in handing Danny a drink. “Okay, coming from you that is slightly terrifying.”

Lois smiled. “I know. Take some snacks if you want, but don’t spoil your dinner.”

Kon rolled his eyes. “There’s pie, of course I’m not going to spoil my dinner.”

“Says the teenage boy,” Clark said with a chuckle. He did pass Kon a bag of chips though. “Are you going to work in the living room or yours?”

“Mine. My notes are in there,” Kon said. He snagged the wasabi peas and jellybean also.

“I’ll call you two down a bit before dinner and I’ll look over what you have.”

“Thank you, Miss Lois,” Danny said as he tried to juggle the things that Kon was handing him.

“You’re welcome, Danny,” Lois said with that smile that Kon didn’t trust.

Kon snagged Danny’s hand and pulled him out of the kitchen.

“Have fun!” Clark called after them. “Leave your—ow! What?”

“Let them…” whatever else Lois said Kon worked very hard not to hear as he led them up two sets of stairs and into his room.

#dp x dc #danny/kon #danny in metropolis

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cutielando · 2 days ago

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strip poker | lando norris

synopsis: in which a simple flight from Africa turns into something fun and endearing

a/n: based on this request!

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

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Flying with Lando was always a fun endeavor.

Why?

Mainly because you never knew which side of him you were going to get.

He would either get very quiet and sleep and cuddle with you the entire flight, ignoring everybody around him; or, he would go wild, demand that everybody entertain him because he was bored and he wanted to play something with everyone.

And this time, as you were on the flight back to Monaco with Lando, Oscar and a couple other people from the team, it was the latter side of Lando that made an appearance.

Which is precisely the reason how they ended up playing strip poker, while you opted to sit it out and read your book on your Kindle device.

Even though Lando had begged you to play with them (mainly because he wanted to see you in less clothes than you were wearing, of course).

"Please? Just one game and then you can rest" he had whined, his lips jutted out into a cute pout which almost made you change your mind.

Key word: almost.

You shook your head, giggling at Lando's antics.

“I’m no good at poker, and I really don’t feel like having you explain everything to me a thousand times because we both know I won’t get it” you said, smiling fondly at him.

It was true, unfortunately.

Lando had always loved a good game of poker, especially with Max and his close friends.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t understand the game for the life of you. Yes, you would get the basics, but everything beyond that was just too much for you.

Not to mention that your poker face sucked ass.

“Are you sure? I’m sure Oscar wouldn’t mind” he said, giving it one last try.

Oscar, having been setting up the game next to you, turned his head towards you and nodded with a friendly smile.

Oh, he was too innocent for Lando’s version of poker.

“I’m sure. I have a really good book here, I’ll be fine. I’ll take a peek from time to time to see how you’re doing” you said, patting his cheek before pecking his lips and pushing him towards Oscar.

He huffed but agreed, eager to finally show Oscar how the Norris men played poker.

♡♡♡♡♡

"NO! You're cheating, I refuse to believe this, Oscar!" Lando's loud voice boomed through the small cabin of the plane.

For the past hour, there was only soft chatter and laughter gravitating your way from where the boys were playing poker.

Then, slowly and gradually, the laughter started to cease, only to be replaced by Lando's shrieks and accusations of cheating thrown at Oscar and other members of the McLaren team that were flying with you guys.

Giggling to yourself, you looked up from your Kindle and saw that Lando was taking off his sweatshirt, leaving him topless and furiously red in the face.

"What's going on?" you asked, biting your lip as you looked at the group.

Lando didn’t say anything, but his face was doing all the speaking for him.

He was fuming, staring daggers at Oscar while the Aussie couldn’t stop laughing at his antics.

“Lando is just a sore loser” Oscar said after he finally let his laughter die down.

“That’s not true! YOU’RE CHEATING” Lando shouted back, making both you and Oscar laugh even louder than before.

You threw your head back and kept laughing at how your boyfriend was adamant that Oscar was somehow cheating, all the while he was pouting as he stared back at you with a defeated look.

“It’s not funny, you know” he said as he got up to stretch, making his way over to your little reading corner you had set up for yourself.

You smiled, reaching up to hold his cheek in your hand.

“We both know it’s hilarious, baby” you cooed, scrunching your your nose as Lando glared at you.

He hated it when you babied him in front of other people, but you knew he secretly enjoyed it, but just didn’t want to admit it.

“Can you come play now? I’m bored and I’m losing because you aren’t playing with me” Lando said, pouting.

You cocked your head, prepared to argue with him because you weren’t feeling it.

But when you saw the desperate look in Lando’s eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no to him.

And so you found yourself sitting next to Lando, losing impeccably at the game of poker against Oscar and the other team members.

Article after article of clothing was flying off of you, but Lando suddenly became aware of the fact that if you lost another game, you would have to take off your hoodie and show your bra to the other guys, which is when he put a stop to the game.

“Okay, that’s enough for today” he had suddenly said, after you had lost yet another round of poker and was starting to take off your hoodie.

“What’s going on?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed, your hoodie already half-way off, just under your bra.

Lando huffed, taking your hand and pulling you up with him back to your little corner on the plane.

He guided you to sit down in your seat, got you settled and then sat down next to you, shuffling until he was resting his head on your chest.

You brought your hand up to twiddle with the strands of his curls, enjoying the soft hair beneath your fingers and scratching Lando’s scalp, something he loved beyond words.

“Why did you stop the game so suddenly? I thought you had wanted me to play with you guys” you asked, your tone quiet so nobody else would hear you.

Lando huffed, burying his head further into the fabric of your hoodie.

He mumbled something into your chest, but the fabric in the way blocked everything out, preventing you from understanding what he was saying.

"I can't hear you, Lan" you said softly, craning your neck to look at him better.

He sighed and lifted his head slightly, still pouting.

"I said, I didn't want the others to see you without your clothes on" he murmured, and understanding suddenly washed over you.

If you were being honest, you hadn't even thought about that.

McLaren was just as much your second family as it was Lando's, and you'd never shied away from any of them, being very comfortable with every member of his team.

But you realized that while you loved them all equally like your brothers, the thought of any of them seeing you naked wasn't particularly comfortable to you.

Especially Oscar, who was shy enough and introverted as it is.

"Oh, I completely forgot about that part when I said I'd play. I'm sorry, I should've said no" you said, softly running your hands through his hair and caressing his cheek.

Lando sighed and got up, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and helping you settle in his side.

"I should've thought about that before I asked you to play with us. Stupid me" he murmured, his lips now pressed against your forehead.

You giggled, not bothering to contradict him because you knew he was partially correct.

And that's how, instead of continuing the game of strip poker, the two of you spent the remaining of the flight cuddled into each other, snoozing softly.

With Lando still topless and mad he had lost.

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luvst4rc0r3 · 2 days ago

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CAN YOU WRITE A JINX X F!READER WHERE READER HAS A KID AND JINX DOESNT KNOW IT YET??

TY IF YOU DO

Yess I love this request

“Unexpected Visit”

It’s a Saturday morning, the sunlight spilling lazily through your kitchen window as you scramble around trying to keep things in order. Your little one is still sleeping, curled up on the couch with a blanket tangled around them like a cocoon. You’ve got a coffee in hand, a mountain of laundry to fold, and the last thing on your mind is anything chaotic—until the doorbell rings.

You freeze.

Jinx.

You glance at the clock. It’s just past noon. No one ever visits unannounced, except… her. You didn’t expect her to pop by today, especially after the week you’ve had. You wipe your hands on your apron and head for the door.

When you open it, she’s standing there, her hair a mess, an eager grin stretched across her face. Her eyes are wide with excitement.

“Surprise!” she says, bouncing on her heels like a kid on Christmas morning. “You ready for some fun?”

You blink, caught off guard. “Jinx, uh… what are you—?”

But then you hear the soft snoring from the living room, and her gaze flickers behind you. Her eyes narrow with curiosity.

“What was that? Was that…?” she trails off, tilting her head.

“Shh,” you hiss, quickly stepping back from the door. “Keep your voice down. My kid is asleep.”

Jinx blinks, the words hanging in the air for a moment. Her expression shifts from playful confusion to something… more cautious. “Kid?”

You wince, realizing you didn’t exactly mean to spill that detail yet. It’s been a while since you thought about your situation as anything more than normal. You didn’t think Jinx would show up today, much less find out about your life outside of work or your occasional hangouts.

“Yeah, a kid,” you say, trying to keep it light. “I’m a single parent, Jinx. Didn’t think I’d need to mention it yet.” You let out a small laugh, but she’s staring at you, completely silent.

She steps into the doorway without waiting for an invitation, glancing around at the cozy, somewhat cluttered home. A few toys are scattered on the floor, and the smell of pancakes still lingers in the air.

“So, uh,” she begins, sounding awkward for the first time in your memory. “Is this like, uh… what, a big secret or something?”

You shake your head, letting out a soft sigh. “It’s not a secret. It’s just… complicated. And, I wasn’t really planning on telling anyone about my kid yet.”

Jinx’s eyes soften, and she rubs the back of her neck, looking around the room in an almost shy way. “Well, you’re, like, a lot cooler than I thought if you can handle that all on your own,” she mutters.

You blink at her. “What do you mean?”

She looks at you with those familiar, mischievous eyes. “You’re doing everything. The mom thing, the work thing… and you still let me come over and drag you into my chaos every now and then. That’s cool.”

Your heart flutters a little, a mix of amusement and warmth spreading through you. Jinx wasn’t always the best at expressing her feelings, but you could tell when she meant something.

“Well, someone has to,” you reply, grinning. “And I guess I’m the lucky one.”

She bites her lip, eyes darting toward the couch where your child is still snoozing, peaceful and unaware of the chaos outside.

“Can I… meet them?”

You pause. You weren’t sure how she would act in this kind of situation, but something about the way she asked makes you want to say yes. You nod, feeling your nerves settle a little.

“Okay, but you have to be quiet,” you whisper as you lead her toward the living room.

When she sees your child, her whole demeanor shifts. Her usual manic energy quiets, her eyes softening as she looks at the little one. Jinx crouches down, her fingers hovering just above their sleeping form, unsure of what to do.

“I don’t… I’ve never really been around kids,” she admits, voice barely above a whisper.

You smile, a little surprised at how gentle her tone is. “It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything.”

Jinx nods, standing back up, her eyes lingering on your kid a little longer. For once, the wildness that usually marks her movements is replaced with something more reserved.

“Your kid’s cute,” she says quietly.

You laugh softly. “Yeah, they are.”

Jinx’s eyes flicker back to you, an almost awkward pause settling in the air. “I didn’t mean to, you know… show up uninvited or anything. I just… wanted to see you. Didn’t realize you had all this going on.”

You smile, your heart swelling just a bit. “I didn’t expect you to be so… calm about it.”

“I’m not that bad, right?” Jinx pouts, then grins. “Just… got a lot of energy. But if you need help with anything… I’m pretty good at keeping busy, y’know?”

The offer hangs in the air, and for a moment, you just stand there, watching her. There’s a sincerity in her words that catches you off guard, and you realize she’s not just offering to be part of your world for the fun of it. She genuinely wants to be involved, even if it’s in her own chaotic way.

“Thanks, Jinx,” you say softly, smiling at her. “That means a lot.”

She grins back, her usual playful spark returning. “No problem. Just, uh… don’t expect me to start doing kid stuff. I’m good with fun stuff.” She winks.

The little one stirs on the couch and yawns, rubbing their eyes. Jinx freezes mid-wink, watching them. You turn your head to see your kid slowly sitting up, eyes blinking in confusion. They take in Jinx’s appearance with curious eyes before looking at you.

“Mommy?” they ask softly, still half-asleep.

You bend down and smile, your heart melting. “Yes, sweetie?”

“This is…?” They gesture to Jinx, clearly confused but eager to know more.

Jinx crouches down to their level, her usual mischievous grin back in full force. “I’m… mommy’s special friend!” she says, her tone dramatically exaggerated as she holds out a hand. “Jinx”

Your kid blinks at her, then looks back at you, as if making sure it’s all okay. You give them an encouraging smile.

“Mommy’s special friend,” you confirm gently. “Jinx is a bit… crazy, but she’s a good person.”

Jinx’s eyes widen at your words, a small blush coloring her cheeks. She looks at your little one again, her expression softening. “I promise, I’m more fun than I look,” she says with a playful wink.

Your kid tilts their head, then gives a shy smile, stretching their arms. “Okay, Jinx! Can you make pancakes like mommy?”

Jinx’s eyes sparkle at the challenge. “Oh, pancakes? I definitely can do that.”

And just like that, she’s included—welcomed into your little family’s world in her own chaotic, Jinx-y way. As the morning slips into afternoon, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, having someone like Jinx around isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened.

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munsonsmixtapes · 2 days ago

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Can y’all please send me some rockstar!Eddie requests??

Rock star eddie, you're his drummer. One of his songs requires moans in the background. He wants it live. Wear special panties during show, boom live moans or if that's too much maybe just has you in the sound booth since he doesn't want some random chick's moans

ugh I love this idea

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) masturbation anal, slight degradation, use of the word whore

The recording booth is getting warm as you finish up your contribution to the new single. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever done before and Eddie is producing the entire thing, telling you exactly what he wants you to do and you hate that you’re finding it so hot.

He’s your bandmate and looking back, bandmates dating each other rarely ever works out. So you’ve been keeping your attraction to yourself even though everyone but Eddie knows exactly how you feel. And you don’t think he’s ignoring you but more that he’s oblivious, not seeing what’s right in front of him.

And it apparently goes both ways since you have no idea that he’s been crushing on you since you joined the band, temporarily filling in for Gareth while his broken arm heals. He’d never tell anyone this, but for very selfish reasons, he doesn’t want Gareth to get better. He wants you to stay in the band forever so he can’t get closer to you.

He wants to be able to get a glimpse of your short shorts and skirts when you sit on the stool in front of the drum kit. He wonders how you would feel if he let his hand slide up your thigh, dipping into the waistband of you panties to feel your sopping wet-

“That was really good,” Eddie tells you through the speaker with a wide smile.

“Great,” you smile back. “Am I good to go?” You jerk your thumb towards the door and Eddie shakes his head. He kind of feels like a perv for what he’s about to ask, but he doesn’t exactly want to ask this of a stranger.

“Actually,” he starts. “I have something else I want you to record if you’re up for it.”

You don’t understand what could possibly be left. You already did your vocals and the drum beats he wanted. What else could Eddie be asking for? And why is he asking it from you?

“I was wondering…” he pauses for a beat then waits for Jack, the producer who was helping him out with everything, to leave. And once he does, Eddie leans in close and it feels so intimate, like he’s right there, just inches away from you. “Since this song is supposed to be sexy, I was wondering if you’d like to record some moans for me so I can put them in the background of the track.”

Your face is now on fire. You don’t know what you thought he was going to ask you to do, but it definitely wasn’t that. You should feel disgusted but for whatever reason, you actually feel honored. You’re the one he wants to do this, no one else. And it makes you feel even more attracted to him then you already are.

“Okay,” you nod, letting what you’re about to agree to actually sink in before you say the words. “Sounds fun, I’m in.”

Eddie’s honestly shocked that you’re into it, that you’re so eager to do this for him. He really thought it was a big ask but you agreed so quickly, almost as if he asked you to buy him a coffee. (and he never even has to ask for that, you’ll just show up with his usual order with that pretty smile on your face) God, he’s getting hard just thinking about what you’re going to do and wishes that he could be the one to make you make those surely delicious sounds, but he’s going to keep his distance.

You move around the drums and stand in front of the main mic, putting your headphones back on, wondering what it’s going to sound like on the track. Eddie has always had a good ear so you’re sure that whatever he’s going to come up with will sound great.

“So how do you want this? Do want something loud or breathy or-“

“Breathy,” he replies, cutting you off. “Needy, desperate.”

“Do you mind if I-” you cut yourself off, referring to your pants. Eddie’s eyes widen at what you’re insinuating, but he’s not going to say no. He knows that it’s hard for some people to do that kind of thing on demand and he also kinda wants to see you get yourself off.

“Oh, no,” he shakes his head. “Go ahead. We’re recording.”

“Okay,” you nod as you pull your shorts down just a bit before sticking your hand down your panties, on the hunt for your pussy. Your fingers get inside you pretty easily and you begin to pump, slowly at first and Eddie’s watching every move, eating up the way you throw your head back in pleasure. It’s almost like you’re putting on a show for him and he’s eating up every second.

When you let out your first moan, Eddie’s cock twitches at the pretty sound and gets progressively harder the more you moan, deciding that it’s even better than he imagined it would be. This is going to sound so hot on the record and he’s nodding to himself at how good of a decision it was to have you be the one to do it.

“Fuck,” you whine and he’s bricked up now, wondering if it would be weird if he jacked off to you masturbating. He supposed it doesn’t matter because he’s already pulling down his sweatpants before spitting into his hands and giving it a jerk.

“Just like that,” he encourages into the speaker. “Maybe a little more whiny.”

Your hand is moving faster now, his name falling from your lips in a breathy whine and he’s so close to coming right there. In a flash, he’s on his feet, pulling his pants up as he stops the recording, making a beeline for the booth. He’s gotta join in now that he’s heard your moan his name, wanting you to moan it because of how he’s touching you.

Your eyes open when the door to the booth shuts and he charges towards you. You slowly pull your hand from your shorts then grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, motioning for him to open his mouth. He does so and your fingers slide into his mouth as his tongue swirls around it, sucking your slick from it, savoring the taste even as you pull them from his mouth with a loud pop.

“How’s it taste?” You ask and he puts on a devilish smirk, grabbing hold of your waist, your body now flush to his.

“You tell me,” he whispers as his lips find yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, letting it meet yours so you can decide for yourself. “Good?” He asks when you don’t answer, but how can you when the whole thing makes you dizzy, unable to string together a proper sentence.

“Mmm,” you moan against his lips, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands slide into your back pocket. He’s kissing you like this is something he’s been waiting for forever and he has dreamt about something like this happening but he was convinced that it was only going to end up being just a dream.

He gives your ass a squeeze before hurrying to unbutton your shorts, pulling them down just a bit so he can get his hand down in there, his fingers finding your cunt pretty easily. His eyes darken as he pumps his fingers in and out, not even trying to warm you up, shoving his entire fingers in there. He puts on a devilish smile as he watches you come undone underneath his touch. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you know it’s from years of playing guitar that he can move his fingers in such ways.

You hold onto him as best you can but you feel your knees buckle, having a hard time staying on your feet. Eddie’s quick to pull your back to his chest , his fingers somehow sinking deeper and you’re now putty in his hands as you reach your orgasm, his name falling from your lips once again and he’s got on a cocky smirk as he helps you sink to the floor.

“All fours,” he commands and you’re quick to listen, letting him pull your shorts and panties down. He stares down at your bare ass, nodding to himself because he just knew that you had a good one with the tight shorts you always wear when performing. It was torture not being able to touch you but now that he’s here, he’s going to do so much, everything he’s ways wanted to as long as you’re okay with it.

Eddie removes his jeans and boxers and discards them into the pile of your clothing before getting down on his knees. This might be the hottest he’s ever seen you, hearing you beg for him, fuck, he thinks he’s going to come.

His shirt is off in a flash and you turn around to get a glimpse of the size of him but he quickly grabs onto your cheeks and forces you to turn back and face forward. You do as he says and stay there as you feel his presence behind you. He’s lathering something onto his cock, you can hear the noises and before you can ask as him what’s going on, he’s pounding into you as his hands rest on your waist, his fingers digging into your hips as he goes to town. You’re moaning so loud and he almost wishes that he was still recording as perverted as that sounds.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he says as he somehow goes even harder, wishing he had a mirror so that he could see just how hot you look from the front. “I think you deserve a treat for that. That is, if you can be a good girl.”

“I-I can be,” you reply through heavy breaths. You just knew that Eddie liked it rough, but not this rough. But you’re enjoying yourself, deciding that you can do this for hours. Your arms are getting a little tired but it’s worth it to be receiving something this good.

“I bet you’re a whore too, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He’s right, you are, and you’re wondering how he’s able to read you like a book in this way. He’s making you wet beyond belief and you didn’t realize that you liked being spoken to like this until this very moment.

“Mmm,” you reply, your brain going fuzzy as you feel another orgasm approaching, your arms threatening to give out on you. Just you hit your peak, Eddie pulls out and pushes you onto your back, not even giving you a second before he’s pounding into your sopping wet cunt, no sounds being heard except the squelching and slapping as he moves quickly.

He wants to see you now, thinking that you’ve more than earned your treat because of how well you responded to him. You’re so pretty like this, submitting to him, letting him do whatever he wants to you. You’ve always been sweet and quiet, he never knew you had this side to you.

“So pretty,” he whispers as he leans down for a kiss, this one soft, completely juxtaposing the way he’s fucking you. He then pulls your hoodie off to reveal your bare tits. You weren’t even wearing a bra? Fuck, he acutally might cum this time.

And he’s feeling close this time, his vision getting hazy as he continues to pound into you. And it gets more intense as he thinks about the fact that you could potentially get caught and now he’s hurrying to finish to make sure that doesn’t, coming pretty much right after you as you’re bucking your hips against his to try your best to finish him off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whines as he finally gets there, the two of you staying like that until you both come down. You’re already missing the feeling of him inside you as he attempts to clean the two of you up, helping you get dress afterwards before your legs still feel like jelly.

He then helps you to your feet with a promise that he’ll make you feel even better in his apartment later. He then lets you sit in his lap as he finishes editing the song, still somehow able to get the job done even when you’re kissing his neck, grinding your ass against his cock. Yeah, he’s definitely teaching you a lesson later.

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gracie-eilish · 3 days ago

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Hello! I loved your mom!Billie stories, and I kind of have an idea for that. Billie and her wife have to deal with their first temper tantrum from their daughter, and both of them are a mess of emotions after the situation is handled.

terrible twos2️⃣

It started as a great day. The kind of morning where your daughter was nothing but giggles, her little hands clapping as she wobbled around on her tiny legs. She had been a ray of sunshine—babbling to you and Billie, playing with her stuffed animals, and even giving you both sloppy kisses between bites of her breakfast.

And then, somewhere between lunch and nap time, everything changed.

It started with a tiny pout when you told her she couldn’t have more juice. Then an upset little whine when Billie gently stopped her from trying to climb onto the coffee table. A frustrated huff when her blocks wouldn’t stack the way she wanted.

You and Billie had exchanged a look.

It was coming.

The first real tantrum.

And sure enough, when you told her it was time to wind down for her nap, your sweet little girl erupted.

“No!” she shrieked, flopping onto the floor, dodging your arms, like a tiny, furious starfish.

Billie blinked. “Oh.”

You crouched down, keeping your voice calm. “Baby, I know you don’t want to, but your body needs rest.”

Another loud “NOOOO!” accompanied by kicking feet and balled-up fists.

Billie glanced at you. “Uh, should we, like… reason with her?”

You shot her a look. “She’s a toddler, Billie.”

Billie huffed. “Well, yeah, but—”

Your daughter’s wail rose in volume, her little body trembling with sheer, unfiltered rage.

Billie winced. “Okay. Wow. That’s, um—she’s really committing to this.”

You took a breath and tried again. “Lovebug, I know you’re upset, but—”

Your daughter dramatically threw herself onto her back, wailing, “Nooo nap!”

Billie ran a hand through her hair. “Jeez, baby, you act like we told you Santa isn’t real.”

The screaming continued.

Billie sighed, getting down onto the floor next to her. “Okay, what if we make nap time fun, huh? We can read a book first—maybe that one with the little duck you love?”

Your daughter let out a gasping, hiccupy sob, then screamed, “NO DUCKY!”

Billie put a hand over her heart, looking personally attacked. “Okay, ouch. You love Ducky.”

Another hiccupping wail.

Billie turned to you, looking panicked. “Babe. She just rejected Ducky.”

You sighed. “She’s gone rogue.”

Your daughter, still mid-meltdown, let out a high-pitched screech and rolled onto her stomach, kicking her little feet against the floor in sheer defiance of all things nap-related.

Billie pressed a hand to her forehead. “Okay, what if we—uh—ooh! What if we do a little dance first? Get the energy out?”

She started wiggling in place, snapping her fingers.

Your daughter shrieked, red-faced, “NO DANCE!”

Billie froze mid-wiggle. “Damn.”

You sighed, rubbing your temple. “We just have to let her ride it out.”

Billie groaned. “But it’s so loud.”

Your daughter, as if proving Billie’s point, let out another dramatic sob and threw her arms out like she was making a tantrum angel on the floor.

Billie gave you a look. “You sure she’s not auditioning for an Oscar?”

You bit back a laugh. “Let her have her moment, she’ll tire herself out.”

After a few more minutes of earth-shattering crying, her little body started slowing down, her sobs turning into exhausted sniffles.

You crouched down again, rubbing gentle circles on her back. “I know, love. It’s so hard being this little, huh?”

She sniffled, hiccuping.

Billie, now much softer, reached out and brushed damp curls away from her forehead. “We love you, baby girl.”

Your daughter let out a tired little whimper and reached for you with grabby hands.

Your heart melted instantly. You lifted her into your arms without hesitation, pressing a kiss to her damp, flushed cheek. Billie immediately wrapped her arms around both of you, pressing a soft kiss to your daughter’s forehead.

The tantrum was over.

She clung to you, her tiny body exhausted, her warm cheek pressing against your shoulder.

Billie let out a deep breath. “Holy shit.”

You exhaled. “Yeah.”

Billie pulled back slightly, wide-eyed. “Are we okay?”

You huffed a laugh. “I think so?”

Billie groaned, running a hand through her hair. “Dude. I am emotionally wrecked.”

You chuckled, shifting your daughter against your chest. “Tell me about it.”

Billie sighed, resting her forehead against yours. “I was not ready for that.”

You shook your head. “Me neither.”

Your daughter made a tiny, sleepy noise, her little hand curling into Billie’s hoodie.

You and Billie both melted on the spot.

Billie pressed another kiss to her temple, whispering, “You’re lucky you’re so cute, little miss drama queen.”

Your daughter’s tiny fingers clutched Billie’s hoodie tighter, her exhausted little face nuzzling further into your chest.

You and Billie both let out a long sigh.

“I love you guys,” Billie murmured.

You turned your head, pressing a kiss to her lips. “We love you too, superstar.”

Billie smiled against your mouth, then pulled back with wide eyes. “Babe.”

You hummed.

Billie whispered, “What if she does this again tomorrow?”

You groaned. “Don’t even say that.”

Billie chuckled, her arms wrapping around the both of you. “We’ll survive, babe.”

You smiled, squeezing her hand. “Yeah. Together.”

And as your daughter let out one last tiny sigh between you, you knew that no matter how many tantrums were in your future, you and Billie would always get through them the same way—together.

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mvrlqni · 2 days ago

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꩜ — ❝ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 ❞

pairing — lee byung hun x co-star ! reader

synopsis — taking a flight home from touring, thinking you had spent your birthday just flying, you come home to find a lovely surprise.

warnings — a lot of fluff, kissing, swearing, age gap, lee byung hun is 54, reader is in her late 20’s or early 30’s, proofread but might have mistakes, i don’t really know lol

wc — 1.7k

AN — it’s my birthday so I thought i’d just write a little smth ! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

a tired sigh left you as you escaped the crowd of fans and was rushed into your car by you security. after making sure your bags were in the trunk, the security signalled for your chauffeur to drive off as they entered their own car, following after.

“nice plane ride, ms l/n?” your chauffeur, mr alfred, a nice elderly man spoke as you shrugged in reply.

“tiring…such a shame i wasted my birthday by doing nothing…”

mr alfred chuckled and glanced at you through the rearview mirror. “im sure everything will settle down once we arrive home.”

you hummed, not paying attention to his words as you rested your head against the window and closed your eyes.

the drive was silent after that, mr alfred leaving you to rest as you were understandably tired, flying place to place and always on the move.

the gates to your house swung open, and the cars followed in after yours. the gravel in the driveway made the entrance a bit bumpy, causing you to bump your head against the window and wake you up.

a muttered curse escaped your lips as you rubbed your head before taking a look around your home. you had to admit, during the multiple plane rides you felt somewhat homesick and so you were grateful to be back home again.

“welcome home, ms l/n.” mr alfred smiled as he parked the car and got out, opening your door to help you out.

you stretched and yawned before moving to the trunk to get your luggage. you were definitely going to sleep after a nice, hot shower. mr alfred stopped you when the trunk opened, gently pushing you aside.

“no, no, it’s fine, ms l/n, i can handle the luggage.” you were about to speak up before his insistence became too much and you begrudgingly moved aside to let the old man take your luggage. “go inside, ms l/n, i’ll handle it.”

you sighed but nodded and made your way to the front door. the door creaked as you pushed it open and stepped inside. it was eerily quiet and none of your cats were around.

making your way further into the home and turning on the lights, you entered the living room. reaching for the light switch, you flicked it on as party poppers went off and a large group of people suddenly jumped out and yelled—

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“AHH FUCK!”

a chorus of giggles and laughter erupted as your heart pounded before settling down as you made out the different people in your home. byung-hun, jung-jae, yu-ri, ho-yeon, ha-joon, and even the director, dong-hyuk was all in your living room.

“holy shit, nearly gave me a heart attack.”

a knee buckling chuckle could be heard from the crowd before byung-hun wrapped his arms around you, that sweet smile of his stuck on his face.

“happy birthday, sweetheart.” you blushed and stammered over yourself like a fool whilst dong-hyuk, curse that sweet man, clapped and took a photo.

“i—thank you— how did you all get in here??” you questioned and jung-jae grinned.

“your driver let us in, very nice man he is.”

byung-hun, meanwhile, was completely focused on you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before finally removing his arms around you.

yu-ri went for a hug when byung-hun pulled away. you giggled at how tightly she hugged you. “how were the interviews??”

“fun, you know how they are, but it was different without you guys.” you admitted.

“i haven’t been to one of your interviews!” ho-yeon exclaimed while you pull her into a hug.

“maybe someone shouldn’t have died.”

“hey, blame it on the man himself over there!”

laughter erupted again as ho-yeon pointed to the director, a mischievous grin on his face.

you took the time to realise how your living room was filled with balloons, the floor covered in littering from the party poppers.

“why are you all dressed so fancy?” you scoffed and smiled, glancing at byung-hun in his suit. he smirked and gently wiped off some of the littering from the party poppers off your hair.

“we plan on taking you to a restaurant which—” he paused, looking at his watch. “is nearly time for the reservation we have. you have twenty minutes to get ready.

guess plan of falling asleep after your shower was down the drain.

surprisingly, you managed to get ready in time, wearing white silk dress with your hair in a half up, half down hairdo and a matching bow. As you came into view, byung-hun’s cheeks flushed red, flustered at how gorgeous you looked in that dress.

“you look beautiful.” he murmured, flashing you his smile before kissing your cheeks.

you were all then separated into different cars, it had turn out that their cars were parked behind your home so you wouldn’t see them when you had arrived. you of course went with byung-hun. the car ride was eventful—you felt as if you never wanted it to end with how often byung-hun smiled at you, his laughter every time you made a joke, he was perfect.

the restaurant they had made a reservation at was a fancy one of course, byung-hun took your hand as he lead you out the car, the others seemingly inside already.

“what took you guys so long?” ha-joon asked, raising a brow when you both found the private table.

“i saw byung-hun turn the other way at the stop…which means he purposefully took the long way.” yu-ri explained with a cheeky smile, meanwhile, byung-hun faltered and blushed.

“i did not, i went the correct way.”

“nuh-uh, that way takes longer than the one we were supposed to take.”

byung-hun merely grumbled and took his seat beside you, his features softening when you giggled once again. “was that funny, darling?”

“maybe.”

he rolled his eyes and held back a smile, watching as jung-jae and ho-yeon suddenly started bickering on what they wanted to order on the menu, meanwhile you and byung-hun had taken another menu, looking at it together.

everyone was stuffed after eating, jung-jae was a tad bit drunk from the amount of soju he drank so now dong-hyuk was watching him. you were all still at the restaurant, joking around and having a good time. byung-hun was also making sure you weren’t drinking too much, keeping a close eye on you as he did.

despite the group claiming how full they were, there was still the cake to come out. ho-yeon and yu-ri had gotten the cake commissioned and picked it up earlier that day before you arrived. when they had gotten to the restaurant, the staff kept the cake in their fridge before bringing it out.

ha-joon had called a waitress over, murmuring to her before the waitress left. when the waitress came back, she, followed by other waiters and waitresses, held a cake in her hands. the cake being a sponge cake with strawberry on top.

included on the cake was also a picture of byung-hun attached to a stick that stabbed the cake. he immediately groaned and glared at the two girls, his phone (that he had taken out to record) subtly put down.

“i never mentioned anything about putting my face on the cake.” he stated, sending the two girls a stern look before you interrupted him with a chuckle.

“why not? i’d love to eat a cake with your face on it…”

he froze and blushed before grumbling under his breath and smiling at you.

the cake was set down onto the table and the candles were lit up. you watched, tears welling in your eyes before you laughed it off as everyone sang to you.

when they were done singing, byung-hun, smiled at you once again. “don’t forget to make a wish.” he whispered.

you laughed but did make a wish, blowing out the candles afterwards with jung-jae clapping loudly. “thank you, everyone, for doing this— i am eternally grateful to have you all by my side, i really love you all so much.” you claimed, tears welling up in your eyes again before byung-hun wrapped his arm around your waist, his other hand coming up to wipe the tears away, before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“byung-hun has a gift for you!!!” jung-jae nearly yelled, his words slurring a bit. dong-hyuk sighed, quickly shushing him.

“i was just getting to that, jung-jae.” byung-hun grumbled before ha-joon passed him something. byung-hun placed a teddy bear in your lap. you raised a brow and laughed a bit, glancing at the teddy bear.

“how cute.”

“oh hush, darling, this is only the beginning of my many gifts.”

somehow, you all managed to finish the cake despite the amount of food you all ordered and now, the group decided to go for a walk. byung-hun stayed close to you, his heart melting as you held the teddy bear close.

his eyes were practically on you the whole time and as it got colder, he eventually took off his jacket, offering it to you. you smiled and accepted it of course, allowing him to place his jacket over your shoulders.

dong-hyuk began reminiscing when they had first started shooting squid game—back in 2021. he rambled on and eventually bought up a haunting memory you have tried forgetting. the first time you had met byung-hun, you were a fan, a huge fan. you gushed over him to jung-jae on set when byung-hun was standing right behind you, hearing everything.

you groaned and blushed in embarrassment as everyone started to talk about your embarrassing moments. byung-hun contributed which caused you to jump at him, an attempt to shut him up.

after the walk, everyone parted ways, bidding each other goodnight. byung-hun drove you back home, a hand resting on your thigh as he did.

when you had arrived back at your place he walked you to the front door.

“thank you…for everything, byung-hun.” you spoke, your tone soft and your smile so sweet he felt like melting. “i really appreciate you…”

something inside of him took control and he pulled you into his arms, his lips smashing against yours.

your eyes widened but you quickly closed them, kissing him back. he groaned against your mouth and shoved his tongue inside.

you two made out for a few good minutes or so before pulling away, the both of you panting heavily. your lips were swollen and more reddish than usual from his assault on your lips. you bit your lip and glanced up at him with that innocent look in your eyes when really you were no where close to innocent.

“spend the night…”

he held his breath back as you asked him to stay the night. he groaned and rested his forehead against yours before nodding.

“anything for you…”

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moonlight-alexia · 19 hours ago

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Starfish and Caitlin comforting Katie after the lose to Slovenia on Facetime.

not really posting/writing atm but i couldn't not do this one <3 so pls enjoy i really hope you do

any and all feedback, comments, reblogs etc are very appreciated and welcome <3

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‘Mammy!’ You exclaimed when you saw your mammy’s face through the screen of your mummy’s phone. You were on camp with your mummy and you tried to talk to your mammy whenever you got the chance. But mostly you were out like a light from running around with Harper and the other Australia girls all day.

‘Starfish, inside voice remember,’ Your mummy reminded you, you hadn’t had a big day like the last few so you were excited that you were able to talk to your mammy.

Caitlin had called Katie a bit earlier while Alanna and Kyra were distracting you so your mummy could comfort your mammy a little. They were both lucky, you understood emotions and what other people needed often but sometimes they still need those moments just the two of them.

‘Hi mammy,’ You whispered, giving a little wave to Katie who was on the other side of the phone.

‘Hi my little Starfish,’ Katie smiled softly, giving you a little wave back. Seeing you, even if it was through a screen, made Katie’s day a lot better. Your mammy, not that she would really admit it, had been missing you a bit more this camp. A lot for her to adjust to and if it wasn’t for Australia’s kit debut, you would’ve been there with her instead. Something that Caitlin now felt a little guilty about now after seeing how deflated Katie was.

You sat in your mummy’s lap, her arms wrapped around your waist while you happily talked your mammy’s ear off. It wasn’t often Katie was this quiet, but she was more than happy to listen to everything you’d been up to right now. The first time you’d been away from your mammy where you’d barely been able to talk to her, and listening to you talk, the familiarity helped your mammy.

‘I’m having lots of fun mammy, but I miss you and counting down the days til ‘m home with you,’ Your voice trailed off, you were observant, your mums knew that but they often forgot just how observant and in tune with others you were, that it might become a problem for you later on.

But now, you gave your mammy a small smile while she told you how much she misses you and can’t wait til you’re all home again, ‘Mummy,’ Your voice cut through the little silence that had floated between the three of you, you turned your head looking at Caitlin. Your mummy hummed a little in acknowledgment, ‘Can I talk to mammy, just me and mammy please,’

Caitlin smiled and placed you down in the middle of the bed, making sure you were all comfy against the pillows. There used to be times Caitlin would feel a tinge of insecurity if you’d want to just talk to your mammy. Perfectly normal, not feeling like she was integrating well into yours and Katie’s dynamic, but she was long over that and enjoyed seeing that bond you had with your mammy, ‘I’ll be right across with Kenzie if you need me,’

Your mummy placed a kiss against your forehead before leaving you and your mammy alone. You yawned a little, Katie almost jumping in to suggest you having a little sleep while she stayed on the phone with you, but your voice stopped her before she could say anything, ‘Mummy said you might be a bit sad, you’re more quiet,’

Katie gave you a small smile, they tried to be as open with their feelings with you in hopes that when you’d feel safe enough to talk to them about your feelings, ‘It’s been a hard day Starfish. A big loss but seeing you now makes it all better,’

Your little eyebrows furrowed while you were thinking, ‘Y’know mammy, mummy lost big too. Yous are the same!’ Katie smiled, a little laugh at the way your eyes lit up when you’d made the connection. Your mummy’s games hadn’t been going all that well either.

‘I guess we are, aren’t we,’ You were happy that you could get a little laugh from your mammy, your efforts to comfort her you believed to have succeeded. You tried to not think too much so you wouldn’t accidentally frown and worry your mammy, but you were starting to realise how hard it was when you were away from either of your mums when they were upset. Wishing they could be happy all the time and never sad.

‘Gonna give you a hug mammy,’ You held the phone against your chest. Katie smiled and, even though you couldn’t see, she held her phone against her chest. To anyone else it might seem strange but to Katie it was really comforting, even though the slight ache in her chest wishing that it was real.

‘I love you Starfish, you give the best hugs,’ Soon enough you’d be home and able to give your mammy a real hug.

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delilahsturniolo · 8 hours ago

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— ୨୧ better than me, huh? . . . c.s

in which . . . chris makes you admit and shows you that he’s the only one who can make you feel good.

warnings . . . smutttt, fwb!chris, use of pet names, fingering, oral, (fem!recieving) kissing, degradation, teasing, dom!chris.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

★ chris’s lips crashed against yours abruptly, with desperation, with need. he hovered over you as you laid on your back, the two of you passionately making out on his own bed. chris’s lips muffled your soft whines and moans. “tell me bout’ them other guys, mama.” chris murmured against your lips, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. his grip on your waist tightened, almost painfully. the kiss was anything but gentle, it was as if he was trying to claim you again.

“tell me, what did they do to you? what did they do that i can’t, hm?” chris teased, his hands roaming your body as his lips began trailing down your body. you just wanted to piss him off for fun. “they were better than you.” you spoke, your voice defiant but also a tiny bit shaky. you saw a flash of jealousy, and even anger in chris’s blue eyes. “oh yeah? better than me, huh? what was so good about hookin’ up with other guys? what’d they do?” chris’s hand palmed your drenched panties, making you squirm with need.

you and chris didn’t have an established relationship, you were just friends who…fucked on the side, and kept everything on the low. you went out to parties, getting with other guys to help you try and forget about chris, to help you get over him and move on. but nothing fucking worked, of course. no one made you feel the way chris did. he knew all your sensitive parts, where and how to touch you, what really turned you on. no one else could do that but chris. and right now, he needed to prove that to you.

“they—mmmh—“ you couldn’t even answer because of how much he was absolutely teasing you, it was tearing you apart. but fuck, he felt so good. you needed him so badly, you just refused to admit that to him. “mm..you ain’t answerin’ me mama.” chris whispered darkly, slowly peeling your laced panties off of you. chris’s thumb pressed against your aroused clit, rubbing tight circles. you moaned in response, a gasp escaping your parted lips. “did they touch you like this, hm?” chris teased, sliding a finger between your folds, his finger playing with your wetness.

“look at you.” chris scoffed. “already so worked up? it’s embarrassing, really.” chris rolled his eyes, sliding another finger into you and beginning to pump both of them in and out of you, his hand immediately went over to your mouth as your moans became louder, more desperate. “y’gonna stop lyin’ to me yet? or am i gonna have to shut you up myself, hm?” chris pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean with a loud pop in his mouth. he parted your legs again as you attempted to close them. “fuck…i’m not lying!” you said as chris removed his hand from your mouth.

“yeah? bet you were thinkin’ bout me when those other stupid guys fucked ya, bet you almost moaned my name, didn’t you mama?” chris’s eyes were filled with desire, and his voice was soft with mockery. you couldn’t even admit it, because you knew he was right, you were thinking about him the entire time, it was hard to forget about him. “p—please..” you moaned in desperation. suddenly, chris leaned down, his head in between your legs as his tongue flicked on your clit. you gasped, hearing chris’s muffled voice in between your thighs.

“please what ma? you gonna admit this pussy is mine? that i’m the only one that can make you feel this good? I ain’t givin’ you what you want until you admit it. i got ways to make you talk.” chris kissed your inner thighs, still teasing you. he really wasn’t gonna let you behavior slide. “tell me, cmon…who’s pussy is this?” chris taunted, kissing your swollen clit, making your breath hitch. “y—yours..all yours..” you spoke shakily, chris smirking with satisfaction as you confessed this.

chris flipped you over in one effortless motion, your ass was facing toward him, your head burying in the pillow as he fiddled with his belt, removing his boxers to expose his hard length. his hand went onto your lower back, causing you to arch as he lined his cock up with your entrance. with absolutely no warning, chris slammed into you mercilessly, his hand coming up to the back of your head, pushing it down into the pillos, but not too hard, just to muffle your screams of pleasure.

“mmm, you like that huh? naughty fuckin’ girl…thinkin’ you can go around…messin’ with other guys to try and forget about me? it’s jus’ not possible.” chris thrusted into you, each time going deeper and deeper. “shit—oh my god… chris..” you moaned, turning your head to the side so your face wasn’t directly in the pillow. “yeah? close?” chris asked, knowing damn well you were falling apart. “mhmm..” you whined in response. chris groaned, your pussy felt so fucking good around him, he could do this forever.

“chris…gonna cum…” your mouth remained slightly ajar, chris continued pounding into you, feeling himself getting close as well. “cum f’me love.” chris whispered, leaning down to kiss your lower back. you immediately released upon those words, triggering chris’s release as well. chris pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and turning you over on your back again, looking down at your fucked out expression as he kneeled in between your legs.

“s’pretty like this..” chris mumbled, his hands going on either sides of your head on the sheets trapping you in as his lips delicately pressed against yours once more, silencing your soft whines. his tongue slid into your mouth as your hand tangled up into his hair, trying to taste every bit of him, chris’s hips slightly grinded against you as the both of you made out. chris had to make sure you knew that he was all yours, and you were all his

and chris was absolutely right, no one could make you fall apart the way he did.

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eobe · 3 days ago

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Commander Thorn at the GAR Goth Night in the 79s clone bar ⚡️🖤🪽✨ Mr. Viking Goth by Name is bathing in his gloriousness ultraviolet spotlight to show off everyone, who couldn’t believe it, that his heterochromia (headcanon for more lore about his name heritage) is an actual lightning bolt ⚡️✨

Have a closer look 😏 The uv light actually highlights it additionally:

Thorn constantly shoves the straps of his mesh top back, that fall over his shoulder, driving his vode and some heated minds 👀 a bit insane with that, but not really noticing it 🙈 I don't know why my brain comes up with things like that, but yeah, I hope you enjoy ☺️

Because of that fumbling he loses the Commander bet (a more fun chaos idea from the inspiring chat with @ladylucksrogue 🫶). The Commander with the worst thematic garment has to pay a round! 😎 The bet came up to make sure that the Commanders (who are always on duty, the majority of them sober and grumpy) don't show up in their regular civvies or even in armor!

More headcanon for fun and because I can: Poor Commander Thorn is an adorable slightly clumsy poser, a badass heavy gunner, favorite victim to Marshall Commander Fox' moods because mostly staying unnervingly positive and in his freetime he indulges a bit very Viking metal handcrafting (listening to Wardruna and Amon Amarth 🎶 ) and made himself cool bracers with his wing brand, a 'Hammer' pendant to honor his weapon and the belt to make a neat own gothic style ✨ Everything to show a bit off not have to pay the round!

As he thought he looks cooler when additionally cutting the mesh top straps, he went to far with his luck and so the Commanders were fast united that it's to Thorn to pay the round. He's not really mad 😊 Busy with collecting glances hihihi 🫠

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 1 day ago

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Batman!reader antics

Synopsis: Me having fun and doing little headcanons. I've been doing a lot of asks and really wanted to do something else. This is based mostly on the Justice League cartoon.

Batman!reader: Who isn't the best at making conversation when they first meet the Justice League, but the second you make a small, niche reference that Wally knows, he starts yapping your ear off, and you can't help but match his freakish energy with your own little references as the two of you giggle endlessly, speaking in a language you both only understand. Who knew the big, brooding bat was into Rush Hour and White Chicks?

Batman!reader: Who can't fly and will have others carry you places if the Batjet is out of fuel. Diana will be holding you bridal style as you try not to blush. Hal puts you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and you're literally yelling at him to put you down while blushing madly. Wally carries you on his back as he goes at high speeds, and Shayera will hold you with one arm like she's holding groceries. Clark will try to pick you up, but you get too flustered around him and refuse.

Batman!reader: Whose little Robin begs you to take her to the watchtower so she can see her favorite heroes? She's bouncing all over the place with excitement and squealing when she meets Superman or Captain Atom. She's taking pictures with everyone she meets, getting real shy trying to talk to the Question or Martian Manhunter, so she makes you get the picture or autograph for her. You'll have the members tell you it's not "Bring Your Kid to Work Day," but Oliver gets to bring his little Arrow, plus she's your equal.

Batman!reader: who asks some of the heroes to take care of their Robin, like going to Clark's apartment with your Robin at your hip, playing on her DS. "Can you take care of her for me? I have an important meeting to go to. I'm sorry to bother you on your day off. I'll make sure to take your shift." Clark, completely whipped by you, agrees on the spot and is great with kids; she'll come back sleeping on his shoulder, and you're surprised how he got her to sleep. Booster offers to take care of your Robin, and she's quite the handful, almost blowing up his penthouse, but seeing you smile at him with a look of appreciation makes the $10,000 damage worth it.

Batman!reader: Who stays up all night finishing a case and now is all sleepy, using their cape as a blanket or using Hal's shoulder as a place to rest their head. He'll stay still for you and pretend like it never happened. You'll wake up dazed and confused and see him on the other side of the watchtower, acting all nonchalant. If Kyle is around, he'll sketch your face and give you the drawing you teased him about posing for. He got super excited—really excited.

Batman!reader: Who has different suits for different seasons and events? In winter, you have a suit with a fuzzy scarf and fur-lined cape to keep you warm. You nuzzle your face into the scarf, and the League thinks it's adorable how easily you get cold. Or you have a portable fan in your suit when it gets hot. During fall, you have a hoodie instead of a cowl—you've got to stay fashionable. Even when you're an undercover vigilante.

Batman!reader: Who has snacks in their utility belt for your little Robin and Wally? She'll come to you thirsty, and you'll pull out juice boxes for your little bird. And Wally doesn't have something to snack on? You have protein bars for him to eat and energy drinks ready. He literally owes you everything, and it's honestly insane because you keep your smoke bombs near your lollipops, which are next to your batarangs. You might accidentally give your Robin a smoke bomb or batarang when they ask for a snack.

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starconstruction · 2 days ago

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Well, I wanted to post a few random pictures and ask for your thoughts on any of them, but I can’t add them in anon mode? App is no fun. Still like the multithousand-word posts for them! Loona has become a bore with no posts anywhere👎

heya again, its because photos censor if u dont follow the tumblr.

I didnt really know what you wanted and i didnt have thoughts for every image, but i did have for some!

been a huge fan of these non fic asks if anyone has any other ideas

A string of thoughts

Your co-worker Choerry was an absolute delinquent, you had no idea how she even kept this job. Frequently late and not following any ounce of dress code, especially today. Her entire stomach visible to the world, You wouldn't say that you didn't like Choerry. That would be unjust, especially considering what you two get up to at the office.

You and Choerry were on opposite ends of the spectrum, you'd finish all your work instantly and she wouldn't finish it at all. Instead finding anyone in order to do it for her, which typically ended up being you. There was no reason to complain, as she always made it worth it.

Take right now, in the private bathroom you had access to, her body laid naked as she blew you. She knew how to drive you wild, glasses fake as they held to her head. Sinful noises coming from her mouth as she gagged on your length, always taking your load like she would die without it.

"Don't I deserve a little bit more? I mean, it was a big project.." You asked, Choerry smiled "You are right, take me home!" and that you did, her arms laid encased in string, legs wide as you pleasured yourself with her body until the sun came up.

A very horrible day for both of you followed with no sleep.

You were going around the forest, exploring the verdant scenery as you went on your daily walk. You've ran into some oddities before, like the time you saw a can of sprite inside a branch. But nothing quite compared to what you were about to see.

A large burst of light came out from in between the trees, you ran over and there was a strange woman. Wearing a crop-top and a pair of wings, her body was simply divine. Her outfit hung to her body as she looked at you like a deer in headlights. "Erm... Hello. You weren't really supposed to see me like this." The strange woman said "But i guess you can be my test subject!" Her body appeared right besides you.

Turns out being her test-subject meant a lot of things, going on long walks to the beach. Climbing random mountains, people watching and trying all kinds of foods. She took notes on some celestial scroll, observing humanity for whoever sent her. Your time with her was the most enjoyable time you've had in years, doing things you'd never dream of.

You learned her name was Choerry, or atleast what she told you. You had a feeling she wasn't entirely honest with you.

Turns out however, whoever sent Choerry down to earth was interested in learning everything. You were suddenly happy to be her scapegoat as her hand stroked your cock up and down, making out with your dripping tip. She looked at you with doe eyes, her wings were retractable but in every night of intimacy she had them on full display. After a particularly soft kiss you painted her lips white with semen, adding even more paleness to her already pale complexion.

That was the first thing, but by no means the last. The next night Choerry was bent over the kitchen, graciously accepting your tongue as you massaged her folds with it. She tasted strongly of sweet vanilla, her supernatural body accepted every humble offering you gave it.

Choerry felt insane as your tip penetrated her asshole, near inescapable as you fucked her. Her moans a heavenly choir that filled the room, complemented by the soft slapping of skin. You always went soft on her, she felt too good to be rough with.

Eventually, after a few passion filled months you had completed her objective. She flew back up into the sky, you expected to never see her again. However that wasn't the case, Choerry would abduct you from your boring mundane life whenever she desired more intimacy.

cw: feet worship, ass eating

Being an idol is stressful work, hours of practices and hundred of schedules to attend to. All while having to do it with a smile on their face.

Jungeun and Choerry found a solution to that, you.

You three met at a fan-sign, they were eying up anyone they thought could be a good choice for some good old fashion stress-relief. You arent entirely sure what their criteria was, but when their number appeared in your album. You called frantically.

You three met up for the first time a few weeks later, Jungeun welcoming you in through the back door of the hidden door they rented.

They treated you roughly, pulling at your hair when they took turns grinding your tongue against their backdoor. Melting their stress away as you ate their ass. They alternated between riding your face and riding your cock, leaving you struggling for breath as they emptied you dry.

Anytime they were in the area they would seek you out, the most recent time came directly after a long public outing. Responding to press and fans, you were her favourite fan. Hands pulling off their heels as you kissed their feet, licking them clean as you soothed their sore muscles which walked too long.

They rewarded you the same way they always did, riding you till you launched into orbit.

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Sorry this took so long to get back to! I’ve had it in my drafts for ages but it took me a while to finish. Mostly because it kind of got away from me a bit. Didn’t mean to make it this involved, but the writing overtook me! Anyway it’s not exactly the scene you had in mind, but I had a vision so I ran with it! Hope you like it!

(Also, for fun, you can read my Wildest dream wish 27 and then Wildest dream wish 30 immediately before the below for further contextual scenes that I envision happen immediately before this)

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The doors bust open in an almost anticipatory fashion allowing Crowley to properly storm inside, Aziraphale close at hand behind. Undoubtedly the shop sensed Crowley’s simmering mood half a street away and didn’t like the idea of scorched doors. Not a second time in any case. If the books were plants they would have rustled in fear.

Crowley paced the room like a caged tiger who’d skipped his last three meals. Aziraphale came to a calm stop in the middle of the shop, hands clasped in front, a passive look locked on his face. With pursed lips and a cocked eyebrow, he watched as Crowley stalked in circles, the demon casting casual glances back at the angel as he paced.

“Well?” Aziraphale finally said.

Coming to an abrupt halt, Crowley stood and faced Aziraphale. “Well what?”

“Aren’t you going to apologise?” His calm matter-of-fact demeanour lit a fuse in Crowley’s brain.

“Me?! What for? You left!” Crowley jabbed a finger towards Aziraphale’s face.

“Well you left first!” Aziraphale retorted, brushing the hand aside.

“Ooooohhhh we’re really going to do this are we?!” Crowley’s indignation boiled in the pit of stomach. Like a forest fire kept at bay, he’d put a barrier around his hurt and pain and loneliness, supressing his emotions for fear of exactly how much the fire would consume. Too late, the barrier was breached and his fury poured forth like an uncontrolled blaze.

“6000 years I’ve been listening to “righteous” this and “forgiveness” that, and “oh, it’s just all part of the plan Crowley” the great big In-fucking-Effable plan Crowley! We just have to follow along, but not to worry, Heaven will win! And finally, finally we do something, something that matters, something that means maybe, just maybe we might actually have a chance of being left alone, of being peaceful and, Ssssatan forbid, happy, like actually properly happy. And then after everything we’ve done, everything we’ve been through, everything they tried to do to you, you decide you need to go back to Heaven, we need to go back to Heaven! And what? Fix it from the inside?! Well you’re wrong Aziraphale! You’re just wrong, it’s broken and it’s never going to be fixed! And if you think that you can just come waltzing back into my life asking for help like nothing happened you’ve got another thing com-“

“He knows Crowley.”

Aziraphale’s calm interruption cut through Crowley like a knife. Stillness finally overcame him and chilled him to his core.

“Who?” Crowley already knew the answer but still rather hoped he was wrong.

“The Metatron” Aziraphale’s reply was quiet and dejected. Crowley finally met his eyes and was pained to see just how exhausted Aziraphale actually looked. He tried to summon the courage to ask the next question but Aziraphale clearly anticipated his thoughts.

“About everything. About the Arrangement, about all the temptations I performed, and all the blessings you accomplished. Everything, all written out in nice little accurate detailed reports.”

Aziraphale’s voice wavered slightly as he stopped to take a breath. Crowley felt sick. If Heaven knew, then it was only a matter of time before Hell found out…Crowley swallowed thickly forcing himself to remain calm. Well as calm as a demon with a death warrant can be.

“How?” he asked hoarsely.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes ruefully, “We weren’t exactly subtle Crowley.”

Crowley snorted as flashes of scenes crossed his memory. Strolls in parks, blatant dinners in open restaurants, frequent visits to the bookshop, rescue after rescue…he fell into the memories letting them envelopment him like a warm blanket, even as the comfort of the bedclothes were ripped away. All the codes, all the secret rendezvous, all the carefully constructed facades suddenly seemed so stupidly obvious, they might as well have been holding great big “Fraternising Demon and Angel right here!” sign. Though the flags probably weren’t necessary considering their escapades could be seen from space. He could have kicked himself for how utterly negligent they’d been. How irresponsible he’d been with his angel’s safety… He shook himself out of his stupor when he realised Aziraphale had continued quietly.

“He knows about us Crowley. They know- that is they think…well they believe-“

“What do they believe Aziraphale?” Crowley spat out. His ire was brought to bear as he fixed Aziraphale with a threatening glare. He could see Aziraphale still grappling with denial and was simply too tired to continue playing this game. He bit out each word as he spoke, “What exactly do you think they believe about us?”

The red in Aziraphale’s cheeks spread quickly to the rest of his face and halfway down his neck. Crowley tried very hard not to stare and schooled his face to remain hardened. Aziraphale fidgeted with the hem of his waist coat a moment before bursting out, “The body swap!”

This took Crowley off guard. All this time he thought it was about “light” and “good” and who the “bad guys” were. He felt the shame creeping up his spine. Azirphale must have sensed the drop in his anger because he rounded on him now, eyes blazing.

“I never went to fix Heaven, Crowley. I went to protect you!”

They were practically nose to nose. Crowley had never known Aziraphale’s fury, not to this extent and never at him. Not even when they argued over the holy water. It was palpable, like it could squeeze the life out of him if Aziraphale so wanted. The burning anger of the angels was indeed not to be trifled with. Yet trifle he would. He needed to know. Crowley imbued the rage letting it flow between them.

“Why would you do that?! Why would you protect me?!”

Aziraphale didn’t hesitate, his answer swift and clear.

“Because I love you, you stupid demon!”

“And I love you, you idiotic angel!”

“Good!”

“Fine!”

They lurched forward as one, mouths crashing, bodies colliding, anger turning to passion as the flames morphed into burning desire. Crowley urgently walked Aziraphale backwards until they hit a shelf, books crashing to the floor. Crowley half expected Aziraphale to break their hold to tut at the complete lack of respect for the precious tomes, but was instead met with roaming, grasping hands pulling at buttons and seeking covered flesh.

“You. Need you. Now!” Crowley moaned, pressing kisses down the line of Aziraphale’s neck.

“Crowley there isn’t any time!” Aziraphale pleaded as he pressed himself closer to Crowley, burying his face into his shoulder, and clutching at the back of his hair.

“I’ll make time” Crowley growled and waved his hand. Dust motes hung in the air, the sound of London traffic ceased, and a dull suffocating throb in place of the absence of sound filled their ears.

“Angel” Crowley whispered fervently.

Azirphale lifted his head up to look Crowley in the eye. He stroked a thumb down the demon’s cheek, then silently taking his hand, led Crowley up the stairs. This non-time wouldn’t last forever. And they would savour every moment of it.

new season't 3 demand

aziraphale pushing crowley against a wall and kissing him with his entire soul in the middle of an argument about why he left. crowley yells "why would you leave everything you have? why would you leave me?" (breaking as he speaks and tears pouring) and azi just stops, walks towards him, and just kisses him with everything he's got, and without leaving more than an inch between their faces, whispers "I left to save you. you've protected me for six. thousand. years. and now they were going to destroy you, destroy your earth, and this was all I could ever do to save you."

then more discussion, tears, kissing, and crowley being absolutely wide-eyed she'll shocked at the first physical contact he's had with aziraphale since the f15 being that.

I wish I had this clear enough in my head to write out in a proper fic but do you see the vision?

btw if anyone does want to write this I'd love you forever

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fandom #good omens wildest dream wishes #Crowley #Aziraphale #ineffable husbands

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