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briarscreek · 2 days ago
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You had a blind date. On Valentine’s Day.
And they didn’t show up.
You had never felt so stupid in your life. Apparently, the only free day that you and your date had was on Friday. February 14th. Go figure.
The waiter had already come by 3 times to ask if you were ready to order or if you were going to leave. They didn’t say specifically to leave but you got the gist. Another person to take up their time and tips.
Frustrated tears began in the corner of your eyes while you packed your belongings, eager to get out of the humiliation of other couples stares and the cheap paper heart decor lining the restaurant.
This guy your friend set you up with seemed perfect. On paper at least. Kind, funny, flirty, and more is what she promised you.
It wasn’t until you were almost standing out of your booth that a very handsome man in a suit strode over in a huff. Mutton chopped beard and biceps for days, as he looked you in the eyes. God, his eyes were so blue.
“I apologize darling, I came straight from work and traffic was a nightmare.”
He kissed your cheeks quickly like an old friend.
“I wanted to message ya, but I didn’t think the cops would appreciate someone texting and driving on Valentine’s Day.”
Maybe that softened your heart. Just a little.
“You’re almost 45 minutes late.”
“It’ll be the first and last time I’ll ever be late, darling.”
You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face slowly that time.
John, as he introduced himself, was kinder than you thought he’d be. Flirty at just the right moments and careful with his words, like he wanted to make sure you knew he meant every single word.
The date went amazingly well, he even made you giggle so much that you snorted and immediately felt embarrassed about it. He said he’d take that as a compliment as he pulled your hands away from your mouth.
Just as desert rolled around, you excused yourself to the bathroom and texted your friend, lettering her know you’re having an amazing time with John. Her next text came in just as you finished washing your hands.
who’s john?
Coming back to sit down at the booth, you immediately asked;
“You’re not my actual blind date, are you?”
He stopped mid chew of his chocolate torte, gaze flicking up to yours. Like a kid caught in a cookie jar.
“No, darling. I’m not. I actually had a take out order here but when I saw the prettiest bird in my life alone at a table, I couldn’t leave her.”
Your anger rose just a tad.
“So this was a pity date.”
“No.” He was so firm in his answer.
“I’d have asked you out anywhere if we crossed paths earlier but you were already dressed, sitting here waiting. I couldn’t pass on this golden opportunity, could I?”
Now you were glad that your actual date never showed up. John proved to be so much better, in more ways than one.
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kissforyouu · 1 day ago
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i love you — a compilation !
warnings : suggestive content + explicit language + mention of substances
authors note : i had so much fun writing the Roblox part lmfao (from personal experience unfortunately😅😅) I hope y’all enjoy the rest of the fic :)) HAPPY V DAY MY LOVES!!!! ❤️❤️
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。����°‧⭑.ᐟ giving him a note saying “don’t smile if you want toe curling sucky sucky tonight”
You excitedly giggle over the folded piece of paper held in between your fingers, thinking to yourself of what your boyfriends reaction would be.
You saw people on TikTok do this trend, and here you thought, yeah why not try this on Jungkook. You were gonna give him sucky sucky anyways^^
“Get back in bed…”, Jungkook groans from his room, patting your side of his bed. Your back is turned to him and bent over as you write the little text on the paper. “Nevermind, stay there bent over and you’re getting instant backshots, okay?” He laughs.
You snort, turning around now. You don’t say anything, stay fully silent, but walk towards him.
“Mmf, finally.” Your boyfriend sighs in pleasure from just having you close to him. He blinks rapidly, breathing heavily. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t geeking a little right now, having already smoked some weed earlier. So he was a little a high, perfect setting for the little bomb you’re gonna drop on him.
You don’t speak, but hand over the neatly folded piece of paper to him. Jungkook looks at you confused, eyebrow raising a little. He adjusts himself on the bed, sitting up to read it. You try holding in your laugh.
Jungkook, high, tries to read the text on the paper. He giggles, reading out loud, “If…you want…toe curling?” He looks at you with a smirk “—sucky sucky? …tonight, don’t…smile…”
He smiles, what I had written not registering in his head yet. He takes a few seconds to process it, and suddenly, his big giddy smile drops. Jungkook’s entire body turns stiff and he straightens himself. He clearly his throat, eyes landing somewhere else in the room.
He sucks in his cheeks, attempting to make a serious face.
“My love, you look like handsome squidward when you do that”, you giggle, holding his face by both of your hands.
Jungkook cracks out a laugh, immediately breaking his composure. It wasn’t even that funny, but he’d always find everything funny when he’s high. He giggles his way through, crumbling the piece of paper in his hand.
“Be for real, that was not funny”, you laugh at the geeked out man in front of you. “You lost the game though. You’re laughing.”
Suddenly, Jungkook stiffens his posture and clears his voice. He’s back to acting serious again, which made you slap his face jokingly.
“You’ve lost already!” But he shakes his head in deny. “Nuh uh.”
“Yuh uh.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yuh uh.”
“Nuh U”— you shut him up with a kiss.
“I’ll still give you sucky sucky because you’re my good boy, okay?” You palm his hard on through his boxers.
“Hey, I’m the dominant here!”
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ JK getting mad at his girlfriend whenever she buys things with her own money.
“I missed your cute ass room.” He said with a beaming smile on his face.
“You were here last week, idiot.” You slap the back of his head.
“Yeah yeah, whatever.”
“I miss you even when you’re with me, I miss you always, you know that.”
“Corny.” You laugh at him.
“I know you like that shit.” Jungkook pokes your waist, then a small kiss on your shoulder.
He examines your room as if he’s never been there. But then, pauses.
“Where’d you get this from?,” he walks over to your newly bought expensive white fur caught hanging in your closet.
Jungkook had almost each and every single clothing piece of yours memorised. Mainly because he’s bought almost all of them for you. But this one, certainly, he did not buy.
“Uhh, the store…” you bite your lip.
“What store?”
“Heh.” You knew where he was as going with this.
“Heh? Yeah? What store?” He questions again.
“‘Kay, I’m sorry.” You frown.
“I hate when you don’t use my card. I’ve given you my BLACK card, Y/n. You really can buy anything, big or small. Don’t piss me off.” His eyebrows are furrowed as he leans against your wall, staring at you with a big mean glare. You felt like a child being scolded for taking candy.
“I’ve told you about this already—“
“And I’ve told you about this already too.” He cuts you off. “My card is yours, your card is yours, okay?” He examines my face for expressions of defeat, acceptance. But finds none.
“I don’t want to spend your family’s hard earned money. And yours. It just doesn’t feel right. Plus, what am I going to spend my own money on?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at your question, probably finding it utterly stupid and insane. Who wouldn’t accept free money? You, you wouldn’t.
“Don’t give a fuck. Use my card from now on or I’ll get your card disabled.” He shrugs it off and walks out of your room.
What! WHAT!
“What do you mean you’ll disable my card?!”, you shout, “Jungkook!! Stop!! What the fuck!!” You scream.
꩜ .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔ Secretly recording Jungkook who loves to get baby talked
You scroll on your phone absentmindly (lies), while secretly keeping an eye on your boyfriend. His head rests between your thighs, laying there comfortably as he enjoyed whatever anime on the tv.
You think of how you’re going to secretly set up your phone and record him. Hm. Biting your lip, concentrated, you hide the phone behind your pillow and made sure that the camera would be peaking out.
Okay, perfect.
You start by slowly caressing his hair, running your fingers down his locks and massaging his scalp. You made sure to scratch his scalp with your new set of nails, which he paid for. You know he likes that. Like, a lot.
Jungkook moans, his head’s weight fully dropped down to your thigh. You hum back, hands now moving from his scalp to his face. You trace his cheekbones, his nose, his eyebrows, his lips—you even teasingly put a finger in.
Sometimes, you remember he’s your boyfriend and that you could touch him however you wanted and that makes you the happiest girl in the world.
You go on to trace his eyes, his eyelashes then ears. Jungkook hums in relaxation, giving his full body control to you. He looooves when you did this. You go on to pull on his cheeks a couple times, and then ;
“Come up.” You tap his head with the tip of your nail.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything back, but raises himself up from the position below and turns around to lay in between your arms.
Let the fun begin, heh.
“I love you.” You tell him, with a wet kiss on his cheek.
He flashes his boyish smile at you, eyes fully locked on yours as he traced your lips, “I love you more, baby.”
“But you’re my baby.” You soften your voice a little bit, squeezing his nose teasingly. “No, you are.” He argues back. “No, wrong, you’re my baby.” Jungkook cracks a smile again, a small giggle escaping his lips, “Fine. I am.” He finally surrenders.
You squeal, beginning to place kisses all over his sweet face. Lips, nose, cheeks—everywhere. You shut his eyes, just so you could kiss his eyelids.
“I love you so much, my little baby.”
Jungkook groans into your neck, overwhelmed with all the affection as his cheeks took a sudden colour to red.
“Awh, you’re blushing! Who’s making you blush, hm?” You squeeze his cheeks really hard. I know that hurts.
“Ywu.” He manages to say one word.
“What’s my name?”
“Y/n—mmph”
“No. That’s not my name.”
“Mwomwy.”
Wait, LMAO— you weren’t expecting him to call you that right away. You thought it would have to take a lot of convincing, I guess not.
You kiss his glossy lips as a reward, finally letting go of his cheeks. You suffocate the man from hugging him really really tight, chest pressed right to his face. I don’t think he’s having a bad time though. His face was right on your boobs, fully dived in.
“Baby, you’re making me feel less of a man”, he says on a serious note, hands travelling down to rest on top of your booty shorts.
“It’s okay, nobody’s gonna know anyway. They don’t have to know that you’re my babyboy.”
“Stop.” He groans, arms how fully around your waist as he avoids eye contact. He’s shy.
“My baby star candy.” You kiss his hair again. “Look up to me, baby.” You tap his face, raising his chin up. Jungkook hums, making eye contact with you now.
“Who’s mommy’s good boy?”
You are trying so hard not to laugh. It’s so hard. Fuck. You stiffen your face, take in a big gulp and stay still. Jungkook looks at you weird, almost like he’s going to call you weird, but then, he just lets out a big massive gigantic groan and says—
“Uugghhh, me.”
You could see the visible disgust in his face, but also you could tell that he kind of liked it. LMAO. You can’t hold it in anymore, so you burst out laughing. You laugh so much you have to hold your stomach in.
“Yeah, you like that?”
“Maybe—HEY WHAT THE FUCK!”
The idiot finally spots the camera hiding behind the pillow, screaming as he jumps off your body. You can’t stop laughing. You’re still laughing. Holy shit. You hold your stomach tighter, trying to breath.
“Haa—haaa, fuck, I can’t breath, AHAHAHAHA”
Jungkook screams too, grabbing the phone. He clears his voice before speaking.
“What the actual fuck, Y/n? What the fuck?” He stops the recording and throws the phone away. “Not funny.”
You’re still laughing, eyes closed tight with a big smile on your face. Jungkook thinks you look the prettiest like this.
“Never do that ever again. You are also not posting that anywhere.” He says with a stern voice.
“Okay, but you were into it, right?” You wiggle your eyebrows.
“…maybe.”
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 “you’re spinning me around, my feet are off the ground!^^”
You shiver because of the extreme weather (it’s just snowing), hands tightly wrapped around yourself as you squeeze yourself into your boyfriend’s body.
“It’s cold.” You’re shivering.
You tug onto your skirt—yes, skirt in the damn cold—and pull it down to cover your thighs as if it’s going to do anything.
“No shit”, your boyfriend laughs, warm hands rubbing your waist under your shirt. But his hands leave you for a brief moment and sneaks under your skirt and hooks his fingers onto your underwear right on your asscheeks and pulls the stretchy material down. You shriek, hitting his stomach as a reaction.
“This barely covers your ass. Why are you wearing a shortass-barely-a-skirt-skirt in winter? You dumbfuck.” He flicks your forehead.
“It’s for the fashion, Jungkook. At least I look good.” You huff.
“Yeah, sure, you look good but you’re freezing your ass off in this snow. I even feel bad to throw snowballs at you because you’re shivering already.” He squeezes the back of your thighs that were cold as fuck, like meat put in the freezer.
“Let’s do the thing now! The video!” You remind Jungkook, hitting on his chest as a signal.
He nods his head with a groan, placing your phone on the car so that it stands up right.
“What do I do again?” He looks at you with a slightly nervous lip bite.
“Follow the lyrics and then pick me up when it says my feet are off the ground, okay?”
“Yes ma’am.”
You giggle and press the little red button—record—so that the video would start playing.
“ you’re spinning me around ”
Jungkook giggles, pulling you to him by your waist so that your body would smash against his. He grabs your other hand, intertwining it with his and his other hand on your hip, yours on his shoulder, he dances with you, spinning you around along with him.
“ my feet are off the ground ”
With a laugh, his face fully scrunched up, the beautiful man whom you’re in love with hooks his strong arms under your thighs and lifts you up, completely effortlessly. You squeak, feet wiggling and hanging while your upper body clinged to his. You smile at the camera, face heating up fully.
“ I don’t know where I stand
do you have to hold my hand ? ”
He puts you down quickly, hand patting the top of your ass as a way of saying “good job”. You stand next to him with a big smile as the lyric plays. Then he holds your hand really tightly, swinging it back and forth to great lengths.
“ you mystify me
you mystify me
you mystify me ”
As the lyric switches, he pulls you in again and kisses you, hard. Lips smacking against eachother, he pulls you into a deep kiss full of love and passion. At the second mystify me, Jungkook bends you back by your back, deepening the kiss. He put his hand on his cheek, thumb on your jaw as he lifts his face up to kiss you even deeper. By the last mystify me, Jungkook pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your lips together still.
Your cheeks were flushed red, quite literally, and so were his. His lips were glossy and his eyes twinkled like stars. There was a big cheesy smile on your face, you felt like a child who’s just had her first kiss ever. You love him so much.
You shyly take steps forward to stop recording the video on his phone. Jungkook looks at you, proud, because he’s just made his girl shy again.
“Shy? What? Like you weren’t sucking my balls off last night?”
Why does he have to ruin everything.
❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ calling him “daddy” as a prank (right in front of your dad)
It took a while for Jungkook to earn your father’s trust. He had to work for it. Bring you home on time, show up and talk to him, engage with the rest of your family—he had to learn to express his love for you really loud in front of your family. Once he fully gained your father’s trust, he was automatically invited to every event your family hosted.
And, that’s no different from right now. Your family was hosting a barbecue. A lot of your family was there, your cousins, uncles and aunts, almost everyone. It was always fun to spend moments together as family. Jungkook was practically family at this point :).
; Which was perfect! For your prank! Of course!
As of now, you were waiting for your boyfriend and dad to end up in the same place.
You were in your kitchen, snacking on some strawberries while being a little bent over on the kitchen isle. Without getting noticed, your boyfriend slithers behind you and creeps his dirty hands up your dress to squeeze your ass cheeks hard. What the fuck! You scream!
“Ack! Jungkook, you scared me!” You whine.
He snickers, places kissing on your shoulder blade while his hands made their way around your waist. “Mmhhhm,” he inhales in the scent of your perfume, letting his full body weight fall onto yours. You ruffle his hair and feed him a strawberry. Jungkook watches the way the juice of the fruit falls onto your neck, so he just lols his tongue out to lick it off, with a smirk of course.
“No, they’ll see.” You warn him.
“Mhm, no.” He murmurs into your neck. His voice was almost inaudible, just audible enough for you to hear it. It was so small and breathy, so needy.
Jungkook breaths into your neck, still kissing you there, leaving light wet pecks on your flesh. “You’re going to get us caught, mh, Jungkook.”
He shakes away your thoughts, fingertips moving lower and lifting up your dress. He taps your clothed clit with the back of his fingers, sending a shiver down your spine.
“No, not in public,” you place your hand on top of his, but don’t move it, and let him do whatever. Jungkook chuckles at your submission, which he expected, of course. But just as he was about to put his hand inside, your little sister screams as she runs into the kitchen.
You both flinch, terrified, screaming! Jungkook withdraws his hand back, covering his actions by just coughing really loud as if he was trying to scratch his throat.
“I want strawberries!” She shouts.
“Yeah, baby? Okay, wait.” You begin cutting up some strawberries for her. In the meantime, your father enters the room, suspiciously eyeing you and Jungkook.
“Daddy, sissy is cutting me strawberries.”
Your dad nods in approval, lifting up your sister and placing her on the kitchen isle.
Now, you never used the nickname “daddy” as much in the bedroom. But whenever you did, Jungkook would be obsessed. He’d beg you to call him that again frequently, but you never did, often finding it ‘cringe’ and ‘weird’. Therefore, you weren’t quite sure whether he would follow the command or not. But heh, worth the try.
“Daddy, can you grab me a bowl?”
In instinct, your father turns around to grab a bowl from the cupboards. But another thing catches his attention, it’s how Jungkook’s reaching for the exact same bowl he was reaching for. They both pause in the moment, looking at eachother’s faces with absolute horror plastered across theirs.
“What the fuck—” your dad exclaims before your sister cuts him off, “—daddy, bad word!”
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He apologises to your sister, swatting Jungkook’s hand away as he grabs the bowl and places it in front of you.
He’s glaring at the two of you as of now. Jungkook is left flustered, and startled, and sort of angry in a way because he knew you planned this. He darts his eyes at you very sharply.
You give him a small smile. Jungkook tries to escape the situation by walking away, but—
“Jungkook, stay.”
Oh fuck.
Your dad was always a strict man. He wasn’t a crazy type strict, but still very much protective over his daughters.
Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, you just knew you were going to receive a good scolding from Jungkook later.
Your sister finally walks away, munching on her sweet strawberries. Your father, however, taps his fingers on the table, looking between both of you. You’re both silent, like 2 children having caught doing something really sneaky.
“I’m going to pretend like I didn’t hear and witness that.” He darts his eyes at Jungkook.
“Secondly, I hope you are using protection.”
Then he just leaves.
Fuck, you are so embarrassed. You look at Jungkook with a small smile, while he gives you a death glare.
The thing is, dad, we are not using protection either. #rawnextquestion.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ༘⋆ ִ ₊⊹ dream blunt rotation
You sigh, watching your boyfriend roll another blunt. You observe each and every one of his moments carefully. The way he rolls his filter paper, the way he licks the end of the paper to seal it all together. He did it so precisely. He always did. Your boyfriend was, like, the master blunt roller. You in the other hand could never master it. He always rolled your blunts for you.
Jungkook taps the almost completely rolled blunt on the table about 10 times so that all the weed would be inside the rolled paper, then fills it to the top with a bit more weed.
“Hm.” He hands the blunt over to you, “you want me to roll more, baby?”
You shake your head, “this is enough.”
You light up the blunt with—heh, your super cute hello kitty lighter which, by the way, Jungkook decorated for you. Yeah, he bought all the little charms and decorated the lighter for you. You’re in love with this man.
You light the end of the blunt, and put the other side in your mouth to take a small inhale. You exhale the air out, snuggling into your boyfriend’s couch. You were staying over at his place, no way in hell would you smoke at yours. Only in your room, that too if your parents weren’t home. Jungkook’s parents didn’t care. They knew he did all sorts of things. They didn’t really care as long as he did his academics well, which he did.
Jungkook takes an inhale out of his joint, head thrown back as he sighs, eyes closed. Suddenly, he starts giggling.
“What?” Your voice comes out as a whisper.
“I love you so much. I get emotional when I’m smoking, I don’t fucking know why, but I love you, you know that.” His cheeks take a shade of light pink.
You’re cheeeeeeezzzziiinnnnggggg. There’s a small giggle out of you, and you scoot closer to kiss his cheek and drag a smoke out of your joint as well.
“I love you more, you know that too. And you’re forever going to be my blunt roller slash plug.” You laugh.
“Jesus, I should start making you pay.”
“That’s so odd for you to say.”
Jungkook laughs, agreeing.
“Jungkook?”
He hums, taking an inhale.
“What’s your dream blunt rotation?” You ask, taking another hint.
“Dream what?” Jungkook laughs, finding the question absolutely ridiculous.
“Like, if you could share your shit with anyone, who? Like, a group of people, mhm?”
He laughs again and grabs your hand that was placed on your thigh and kisses the back of it, “you. Why would I wanna be smoking with anyone else besides you?”
“You smoke with your friends.”
“Well, yeah”—he groans, “but like, you’re my dream, you know? You’re my…dream blunt rotation? Whatever you call it.” He declares his love for you again in rather a more romantic way.
“I’m your dream?,” you giggle, lashes batting. Now it’s your turn to kiss the back of his hand. You stare at your boyfriends big doe eyes as he hummed in response. You take another hit of the joint, keeping the smoke still in your mouth, and pull him into your body. You kiss Jungkook with passion, your saliva mingling together as the smoke transfers down to his mouth. Your boyfriend groans and breaks the kiss to inhale and exhale the smoke.
Both of you were starting to sweat despite the A/C, and the weed was starting to take a toll on you as well. You take another inhale, eyes batting to shut down. “Oh my god,” you moan, head falling against Jungkook’s shoulder.
“What’s your dream blunt rotation?” He asks back.
“Well,” you begin, “Robert Pattinson, Lee Jong-suk, Woo Do-Hwah—”
“Actually shut the fuck up.” Jungkook shuts you up with a harsh slap to your thigh, making you wince, followed by a giggle.
“‘Kay, sorry. They’re hot though.”
“What about me?” There’s a big fat pout on his face.
“You’re hotter, you’re my husband.” You give him a big fat smile, and a big fat wet kiss on his forehead.
“I think I’m hard.”
And you look down and see a big fat monster tent staring right back at you.
❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ Roblox with your boyfriend / headcannons
Jungkook never played Roblox until you forced him to do so. He first laughed at you and called you childish for still playing Roblox, fast forward sometimes he begs you to play it with him.
You got into Roblox through your little sister Evie of course. She’d always ask you to play dress to impress with her, and who are you to say no? That’s when you felt like dragging Jungkook into this.
He would always supply you an endless amount of robux. You and Evie, of course. His account however would only have like 5 robux left, whilst yours was like 10k all the time. You had access to his Roblox account, so you’d randomly log into his account and change his avatar a bit here and there.
He also only had two friends on Roblox, that would be you and Evie. For some reason, he had a bunch of followers on Roblox. He always wondered why, since he never even played like that. You had about 200 friends on roblox though. And like a bunch of followers. LOL.
Moving onto the games you play, it ranges from cute girly games to horror games. Most of the time, it’s always dress to impress. Jungkook would always call it boring but also yell whenever he doesn’t place.
You’d play arsenal, mm2, doors, mocker, dead silence, hello kitty café, royale high—likewise.
Also, don’t tell anyone, but sometimes whenever you guys are hanging out, you’d ask him “hey, wanna have e sex?” and go on LifeTogether on Roblox and do it there for shits and giggles. You always found it funny, and he just did whatever would make his girlfriend happy. happy wife = happy life. Oh, and of course you have real sex after^^.
Everytime another headless gets deleted, Jungkook would just spend like 800 robux to buy you another. He’s so cute, you love him so much.
You and Jungkook would have cute matching Roblox fits. His would be all pink and cute, he didn’t care since it was Roblox. You guys would deffo get labelled as a “corny Roblox couple” LOL.
Jungkook’s favourite game though, as corny as it sounds, unfortunately, is dahood💔. You hate that game passionately from the bottom of your soul but he loves it. He logs in and starts fights with randos. Sometimes he would kill you and carry you around the place. He’s done some cute things though. Like once, he planted dahood flowers all over the place and wrote ‘I love you’ on the wall using dahood graffiti.
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° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ^ྀི the topic of kids !
“Jungkook?” You ask your boyfriend, who just hums at you. He’s sleepy.
“You ever think of kids?” Your voice is sleepy as you sleep.
There’s a long pause before he speaks again, “with you? Yeah, all the time. Why do you ask?”
It feels nice. It feels really nice to know that he feels the same way about you. He also wants to have children with you. Not now, for sure, but one day.
“I fantasise about our future a lot. You’re not going to leave me, are you? I’ll make chop suey out of your dick and feed it to the sharks if you do.” You threaten him, followed by a yawn. Jungkook just laughs, the sound of his soft laugh echoing from one year to another. You love the sound of it. So, so, so incredibly much.
“You’d have to kill me to make me leave you, my beautiful baby Y/n. Even so, I’d come haunt you as a ghost. ‘M never leaving you alone.”
“You’re gonna make me cry.” You say as your fingers fondle with the gold chain around his neck. “How many kids do you want?”
“Hmm,” he thinks for a moment, “how many does mommy want? I’d like to have as many as you’d want to pop out” ; he ends his sentence with a laugh.
“Mommy wants at least 3.”
He nods, hand patting the crown of your head. “‘Kay, daddy agrees too.”
“You think…I’ll be a good mom?” Your words are a tad bit slurred as the drowsiness is getting to you really bad, but you still ask your question.
“Is that a question? You’re the most patient person I know. You’re the most genuine and kindest person I’ve ever met. Sometimes I don’t understand why you’re still with me because I can be such an asshole sometimes. You’re like, the angel that I was blessed with. You’re the light to my life, the sun to my moon, I don’t know brah”—he pauses and holds you tighter and murmurs, “you know how I feel about you,” into your neck.
You giggle, your grip tightening around your plushy as you blushed. “What are you? A poet?”
“For you, yeah.”
“You’re making me horny. Let’s make a football team.”
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ladyzephroar · 9 hours ago
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At first I thought that this whole 'no beta we die like...' trend on AO3 was hilarious, but now it's annoying because of how overused it is. And most of the time it's a tag writers use when their fic has actually been beta-ed by somebody.
Initially, when I first saw this as a tag on AO3, I was thinking of using it as a tag for a future fic. However, somebody told me in a writing community that this tag might get readers to not be interested in my story because the assumption would be that I am just a bad writer.
And as a perfectionist... bad writing is a bad word that makes my perfectionism a hundred times worse.
I mean, I'm not somebody who dictates what others decide to tag their fics, but at the same time- what's so funny about this? I now see this tag and it makes me roll my eyes because of how ridiculous it seems to be. I assume that these writers are actually proud of their stories and aren't ashamed of it for being un-beta-ed like the tag implies, right?
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the fact that I’ve actually had this happen multiple times when I’ve entered a new fandom is hilarious like what do you MEAN
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cutehoons02 · 3 days ago
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Valentine's Day with Jungwon
*pairing: loser Jungwon x fem reader
*trope: cat energy vs black cat energy
*synopsis: February 14th was nothing special for you but for Jungwon, instead, it’s just another perfect excuse to tease you: You and Jungwon weren’t together but you had something that neither of us could understand but when he shows up at your door after training, with still wet hair and a mysterious package in their hands, their evening might take an unexpected turn. Between jokes and stolen touches, the evening turns into a game of strawberries and chocolate, started for fun but has become more and more dangerous,+18
*tags: A lot of funny,love to tease each other, Jungwon is seriously lost for the protagonist, tension, the protagonist pretends to be shy and not want to deal with Jungwon, perverts, possession, chocolate games on the body, kisses, sucking, masturbation (f. receives) unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) pet names (noona,blondie girl,good girl) (wonie) fluffy moments, love statement,have 1/2 year difference
(English is not my native language)
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It was Valentine’s Day, and you were staring at your phone for the umpteenth time, biting the inside of your cheek. You weren’t together, not officially at least, and yet Jungwon insisted on coming to see you that night; Jungwon made you go crazy from the first time you met him 6 months ago and every time he saw you, he always had that nice little boy mixed up with someone who was causing trouble.
Is it just another one of his provocations? You thought aloud and put your hand through your blond hair, trying to distract yourself, but the anxiety was gripping your stomach.
You were prepared with light makeup because you did not want to show Jungwon that you wanted to impress him and you wore comfortable jeans and a sweatshirt with a zip that you wrapped perfectly the curves of your body, not that you cared to make a good figure with him. Just... a little.
The doorbell rang suddenly, making you jump. With a deep breath, you approached the door and opened it, ready to say something or tell one of your jokes, but you did not have time.
A hot body crashed into you, two strong arms wrapped around you without hesitation, and a head scented with vanilla shampoo and moist locks of hair stuck in your neck.
"Jungwon," You said laughing but also slightly puzzled by those attentions. He knew you were slightly cold to the physical touch, but Jungwon didn’t seem to care.
«Mm.» His voice sounded kneaded against your skin. He squeezed even more as if he wanted to melt it with himself. His wet hair was sticking to his forehead, leaving little drops on his sweatshirt and you felt his strong arms holding you even closer to his warm body.
"You’re all wet." You tried to move away, but Jungwon made a disgruntled sound and squeezed you even more.
«Noona...» he called you in a sweet tone, then just stopped to look at you with a clever smirk. «I missed you?»
You raised an eyebrow. "Why would I miss you? I saw you at work less than two hours ago!"
He stared at you for a second before laughing quietly. «You are so mean to me. Yet» he paused dramatically «you always let me hug you.» You snorted and you said in a low voice: "If you tried to run, you’d still get me."
Jungwon tilted his head, with that smug cat look. «Exactly.»
You sighed, pretending to surrender against his arms. "Why are you here, Won?" you said against his chest.
«Because it’s Valentine’s Day.»
"So what?" You looked up because you hated that day
He smiled, caressing your hair distractedly. «And so... I came to claim my Blondie Girl.»
Your heart lost a beat to his words. "I am not yours," you said, inspiring the sweet scent that emanated from the boy in front of you, Jungwon looked at you with a challenging flash in his eyes and then, with a quick move, grabbed your chin and brought his face so close to hers that his breath touched your lips.
«For a little longer,» he said, winking at you, you brought him in, and as soon as he crossed the threshold you noticed that behind him there was a parcel. It was not huge, but big enough to arouse curiosity and you tried to ignore your curiosity, but your gaze lingered on it for a few seconds too long and Jungwon, of course, noticed it immediately.
«Why don’t you ask me what’s inside?» asked with his usual funny smile, he knew you were as curious as he was but saw you move away from him and enter the room. " It’s not important," you said, pretending not to be curious.
He raised an eyebrow and laughed. «Aren’t you curious?»
"Not at all."
He burst out laughing and you didn’t want to admit it but you loved that laugh from the first moment you heard it for the first time and you wanted to hear it forever, especially for yourself. «Noona, you are terrible.»
Jungwon threw himself on the couch without much ceremony as if it were his home and sank into the pillows; you watched him shake his still-wet hair, leaving a few drops on the fabric of the sofa and he noticed that you were watching him and gave you a mischievous look.
«Where are your roommates?» He asked, stretching out like a lazy cat you saw the shirt slightly rise and you saw the ridges of his muscles but you looked away immediately.
"Valentine’s Day." you simply replied, sitting on the armrest of the sofa. "Some are celebrating with their boyfriends in some fancy restaurant and others are partying and getting drunk."
Jungwon nodded slowly, then turned to you with a thinkingly thoughtful look. «You should find yourself a boyfriend too, then.» He said smiling and rolling your eyes. "Oh, stop it."
He smiled amused, then reached out a hand and gently grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you towards him with a steady movement, and before you could protest, you found yourself sitting on his legs, his arms wrapped around the waist of your body and his face approached your neck, and he breathed slowly, with a satisfied sigh. He looked like a kitten cuddling in his favorite place.
«I like your perfume,» he murmured, his voice a little lower than usual and you flashed your eyes, trying to ignore the fast beat in your chest.
"Jungwon," you said with a whisper of voice.
«Open the gift.» He interrupted you, just squeezing you and you leaned back slightly to look at his face: His smile was always there, but in his eyes today there was something different, something more serious.
«It’s for you,» he repeated, you felt a little embarrassed by the position and tried to slip away and sit next to him on the couch,
But Jungwon slightly tightened the grip on your crop’s waist.
«On my legs,» he ordered in a whimsical tone, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and you puffed softly, but did not insist. You knew that, if you tried to run away, he would simply catch you with his satisfied grin and feel his fingers touch your side and tremble slightly, but you forced yourself to concentrate on the package in your hands.
Carefully, you untied the tape and lifted the lid. As soon as you saw the contents, a smile instinctively formed on your lips.
They were LEGO flowers to build together, to be precise. You sunflower towards Jungwon, surprise, but he came even closer, his warm breath on your ear.
«I didn’t make it in time to go and get some real flowers...» he whispered, with a hint of displeasure in his voice. «So I thought we could put them together. And they would be yours forever.»
You remained silent for a few seconds, holding the package in your hands, and then, without thinking too much, you hugged him and felt his body relax against yours and, after a moment, his low laugh tickled your ear.
«Noona...» he muttered in a funny voice. «I didn’t think that gifts were enough to get free hugs.»
You leaned slightly to look at his face. His eyes shone with sincere joy, and the smile he gave you was the most beautiful you had seen that night. Then, with an air of sneaky, he added: «I will fill you with gifts from now on!»
You burst out laughing and hit him softly on the shoulder. «Stop it, Wonie. I don’t need to be filled with gifts to hug you»
He bowed his head, looking at you with that piercing look. «Then give me another hug and maybe I’ll think about it.» You looked at him suspiciously, but in the end, you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck again.
«Good girl»
You were sitting on the living room carpet, and you and Jungwon were immersed in building your own LEGO flowers. Or rather, you tried to build with precision, while he found every possible excuse to distract you.
"Jungwon, stop it!" you slammed for the third time, giving him a small push on his shoulder.
«What have I done now?» asked the innocent one, but with that clever little smile on his lips you struck him with your gaze. "You tried to put a rose on my head instead of sticking it to the stem."
«I was just checking to see if it looked good on you.»
"You were just looking for an excuse to touch me."
He chuckled, resting his chin on one hand as he looked at me. «What if it were so?»
You focused on the instructions, trying to ignore them, but the truth was that you too were distracted more than necessary. Now and then you found yourself staring at his hands, large and tapered, which with surprising precision wedged the bricks. Or did you notice his biceps, which-holy heavens-were growing bigger and bigger? When did he put on all those muscles?
Focus, focus, Y/n! You told me mentally.
After about forty minutes, when the composition was finally taking shape, you suddenly got up.
«Ok, now it’s my turn to give you a little gift but it will never be like this of the roses.» you declare.
Jungwon looked at you with curiosity, trying to get up too.
"No." you stopped him immediately, pointing a finger at him. "You stay here."
He tilted his head, amused. «And if I don’t want?»
"Then you won’t have my surprise."
That detail seemed to convince him, even if his eyes were lit with curiosity. You walked away to the kitchen, trying to move fast, but you knew very well that it would only be a matter of time before... right?
You felt his footsteps behind you and, a moment later, Jungwon leaned on your back, putting his head on your shoulder.
«Noona...» muttered languidly, her warm breath upon your skin.
"You really can’t stand still, huh?" you sighed, even though a smile had escaped you.
But he no longer listened to you because his eyes were fixed on the bowl of strawberries and melted chocolate that I had prepared.
He remained silent for a few seconds, then breathed an almost ecstatic sigh.
«Noona,» he repeated in a completely different, almost revealing tone. «Do you have any idea what you are preparing?»
You hold back a laugh. "Should I?"
He barely stepped aside, looking at me with shining eyes. «Strawberries and chocolate are my greatest passion.» You turned slightly towards him, enjoy. "I know." Jungwon stared at you for a moment, then slowly held out his hand towards the bowl and you slapped him on the back before he could grab anything. "Wait a minute."
«But noona!» he complained, sulking.
You burst out laughing. "You’re such a spoiled kitten." He did not deny it, but his eyes were glued to the chocolate as if it was the most precious thing in the world and at that point, you realized that you had no hope: everything would end up in his hands in a few minutes.
Jungwon enthusiastically took the bowls of melted chocolate and strawberries and brought them to the table in front of the sofa, with the same excitement as a child who had just given his favorite sweet.
You sat next to him, but you did not make time to relax you heard him snort slowly and you turned towards him, finding him with the theatrical expression of an offended cat.
"What now?" you asked, pretending not to understand.
He crossed his arms. «Why didn’t you sit on my legs?» You raised your eyes to the sky. "Because I can feel fine sitting here too."
Jungwon sighed as if you had just broken his heart, but instead of complaining further, he came even closer, until he stuck to my side.
«Then I will stay here.» he declared, with a satisfied smirk, and shook his head laughing and took a strawberry, dipping it in chocolate.
He did the same, but after the first bite, his gaze turned to you with a mischievous flash and stared at your lips and you already knew it was going to tease you.
«Noona, have you ever wondered why strawberries with chocolate are considered the perfect food for Valentine’s Day?»
You looked at him suspiciously. "I don’t know, maybe because they’re sweet and romantic?"
He shook his head, biting another strawberry. «No, it’s because they are sensual.» You almost choked on my piece of strawberry and watched it with your mouth open, God knew that it was not innocent but not even at this level of audacity..."Excuse me?!"
Jungwon chuckled, pleased with your reaction. «Think of how they are eaten. They dip slowly into the chocolate...» He took a strawberry and did it, exaggerating with the gesture. «They are brought to the mouth with delicacy...» and bit it slowly, looking at you with a much too amused expression.
You cover your face with one hand. "You’re impossible."
He laughed, putting his chin on your shoulder. «Come on, admit that I am adorable,» he said
"Adorable? Annoying, rather," you said crossing your arms
«Yet you are still here.» You couldn’t fight back and finally smiled and shook your head, returning to eat but then, while you were distracted picking another strawberry, Jungwon suddenly stopped staring at you with glowing eyes.
«Noona...» he said softly.
"Hm?" you said looking at him as you ate your strawberry, he tilted his head, squinting as if he was considering something. «You got dirty.» You raised an eyebrow. "Where?" you said with a finger on his lips but he approached slowly, his hand lifted towards your face and his finger just touched the corner of your lower lip, and for a moment you thought it was going to clean you but instead... You felt the warmth of his lips on your skin.
A soft and unexpected touch, followed by something even bolder___his tongue just touched the corner of your mouth, picking up chocolate and your heart jumped a beat because his eyes would not stop bursting your lips and you did not react in time that Jungwon moved a few millimeters, watching you with a dangerously charming smile.
«Mh... good.» whispered to the top of your lips and your breath stuck in your throat then, without even giving you time to process, came closer again, this time taking completely your lips with hers.
The kiss was slow, sweet at first, almost a taste, as if it wanted to give you time to get used to the contact but then, feeling that you did not go away became more sure. His fingers went up your cheek, and his lips moved with natural confidence, without haste, but with an intensity that made you tremble slightly and feel him smile against your mouth as if he had gotten exactly what he wanted. His hands leaned on your hips and pushed you slightly on the couch, your back leaned completely and he began to kiss you this time more passionately and when it broke off, his eyes shone with fun mixed with something else, something deeper than that.
«Blondie Girl...» he murmured, his thumb touching your lower lip. «I’ve been thinking of nothing but kissing you since I came in.» you were speechless, your heart pounding in my chest and Jungwon bowed his head with a smug smirk. «So? Want another?»
You didn’t answer. But, this time you were the one who approached him, hearing his words and seeing that brazen smile on his lips, something inside of you lit up, so you took him by the collar of the shirt and drew him towards you, opening your lips to kiss him again.
This time, the kiss was no longer shy or hesitant. It was deeper, more sensual, charged with an energy that seemed to pulsate between you.
His lips moved against yours with overwhelming confidence, and the sweet taste of chocolate mixed with the slightly sour note of strawberry, created something intoxicating, something that made you want to stick together.
You felt his hands hold your waist, pulling you even closer, and a shiver crossed your back as the kiss became more intense, almost possessive. Jungwon wasn’t just kissing you-he seemed to want to claim you.
When you finally took your breath away, he stood a few inches from you, his warm breath against your lips, and his eyes were darker, veiled by something you had never seen before.
Then, in a low and husky voice, I muttered: «Noona... do you trust me?»
His question made your eyes slightly open. Trust? It wasn’t that you were doubting him, but his tone, the way he looked at you, let you know he was going to do something that would change the atmosphere between you.
Swallowing, but in the end, you nodded slowly and that was all he needed.
In an instant, Jungwon made you lie on the big couch with almost disconcerting ease, and your breath stopped for surprise. His hands slipped down your hips as he settled you comfortably, and then, with a slow and deliberate gesture, slid the zip of your sweatshirt down, leaving the skin on your neck and collarbones exposed for him alone.
«The perfect...» he whispered, peering at the exposed part of your neck with an intent-filled gaze and saw him reach out a hand towards the still-warm chocolate bowl, and your body twitched slightly as you noticed what he was about to do.
"Jungwon," you said whispering.
Before you could finish the sentence, you felt the liquid heat of some chocolate drops slipping on your skin and a shiver passed through your back and bit your lip in an attempt to hold back a reaction and not moan.
Jungwon tilted his head, looking at me with a satisfied smile.
«Did you shudder, noona? You’re so adorable when you try to resist me, but I know you can’t,» he murmured, his silky voice charged with mischief and opened your mouth to answer, but before you could say anything, you felt his lips touch your skin just where the chocolate had settled.
The first kiss was light, almost innocent but then you felt his tongue picking up the chocolate with a slow and studied movement at the base of your lobe and your breath became shorter.
«You taste sweet...» he whispered against your skin, leaving you another kiss a little further down. «But I already knew that.»
His warm breath mixed with the contrast of the chocolate cooling on your skin, creating a feeling that gave you goosebumps.
«You know, Blondie Girl...» he continued, leaving another kiss on your neck. «I wondered for a while how you would taste.»
Your heart skipped a beat, God what had you been thinking of preparing those strawberries with that melted chocolate?
"Jungwon!" you rebuked him, but your voice had no conviction.
He chuckled softly, lifting his head slightly to look you in the eye.
«What’s the matter?» he asked, pretending to be innocent. «I’m just doing my cat duty...» He bent down again and left you another kiss, this time longer and more marked. «If you get dirty, I have to lick the chocolate off, don’t I?»
Closed your eyes, trying not to succumb to the sensations of those soft lips on your skin.
«Mh... noona, you taste dangerous.» He whispered, leaving you one last kiss on the collarbone before rising and positioning himself again above you.
His eyes were gleaming with fun, but also something deeper, he could not take his eyes off you and maybe you already knew that it would ruin you soon.
«I should get you dirty more often,» he concluded, biting his lip with a smug smirk. Jungwon looked at you from above, his eyes dark and bright, his chest rising and falling slightly for the accelerated breath. There was no trace of his usual mischievous boy there was something deeper in his features, something that made you tremble almost more than the warmth you still felt on your skin.
He lowered himself slowly, his face a few inches from yours. Then, with that voice that always made you shiver and ge murmured against your lips:
«Can I... do it anywhere, please noona?»
Your stomach squeezed. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but instead of looking away, you lost yourself in his eyes. There was something in the way he looked at you, a kind of adoration mixed with pure desire that made you feel safer than you ever imagined. Swallowing and yearling slowly, almost without noticing it Jungwon smiled, a smile more sweet than usual, but with that spark of mischief that never missed.
«Good girl.» whispered, and the tone with which he said it gave you goosebumps before you could say anything his hands slipped slowly on your waist, and in a fluid gesture took off your sweatshirt, leaving you alone with your bra and he stopped for a moment, looking at you with a look that made me hold my breath.
«Wow... all for me» he murmured, almost for himself.
You felt yourself blushing. «Stop looking at me like that.» You protested in a low voice. He smiled, tilting his head as his fingers gently touched your skin. «I can’t help it,» he said, his voice full of sincerity. «You are beautiful.»
He looked down at you and then nibbled on his lip. «I would say perfect.» His finger slid along your side, slowly. «Made just for me.»
Your heart was pounding in your chest, and before I could answer, he took the bowl with the chocolate still hot and just lifted it.
"Jungwon, what"
You felt the heat of the chocolate gliding slowly over your skin, starting from the neck, going down the collarbone to the center of your chest, reaching your breast, and drawing a warm line that made you shiver and whisper slightly at contact, and you felt it laugh softly.
«So reactive...» he muttered, stooping down immediately afterward to touch you with his lips.
The first kiss was gentle, almost innocent, as he picked up with his tongue a drop that had fallen just below the collarbone, then left another one, this time a little more marked, followed by a slight pressure of the teeth on your skin. You whispered again, and he smiled at me.
«I like this part of you,» he said, leaving another kiss along your breast. «The one that you miss for me.»
You felt more drops slip on the skin, lower this time near your breast
"Jungwon, I..." Whispering as you felt him lick you and tease the bud of your breast and pulled his hair still wet and he looked up slightly. «Tell me, Blondie Girl.»
The nickname sounded even more intimate at that time.
«You’re... you’re overdoing it.» You murmured, even though your body seemed to say otherwise and he bowed his head, the usual dangerous smirk on his lips.
«Really? It doesn’t seem like your body is telling me to stop, and your nipples are hard and I bet you’re excited down there!»
He didn’t even give you time to answer before lowering himself again, continuing to trace a path with his mouth along your body, picking up the chocolate that he had poured just before, But this time he went down closer and closer to your navel and groaned his name because it was all too much.
Now and then he would stop to chew you softly, to whisper a few comments in my ear.
«You are even sweeter so...»
«You know I could do this all night, right?»
«Who knows if chocolate would have the same effect on me...»
Every word, every kiss, every touch made you feel more and more lost, more and more his.
When he reached his navel and left a last light kiss on the skin, he lifted again, her face a few inches from yours.
«You know, Blondie Girl...» he murmured, brushing your lip with her thumb. «The more time passes, the more I realize something.»
Swallowing, trying to calm the heartbeat. "what?" you said with innocent action and he smiled even more.
«The more I try to play with you... the more you drive me crazy.» Jungwon looked at you with those bright eyes, full of desire but also fun, his chest rising and lowering slightly as he took a breath. Until that moment, it had always been him to lead the game, to provoke you, to make you lose control but this time it was you who wanted to drive him crazy, and with a decisive movement, you pushed him back, making him lie on the couch below you.
«Oh...» he said, surprised. «Noona is taking the lead?»
You ignored him, hands already on his shirt. You pulled it up slowly, discovering the warm skin and, the tense muscles under it. When you finally took it off completely, you stopped for a moment to observe him.
Jungwon leaned on his elbows, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
«Do you like what you see, Blondie Girl?»
Bite your lower lip, and have fun. He knew perfectly well that his body was perfect, that every line of his sculpted abs looked like it had been made to be admired. But you would never have given him that satisfaction so easily.
"Mh... you’re cute," you said in a deliberately uncaring tone, taking a strawberry from the tray next to us.
«Cute?!» he repeated, pretending to be offended.
You did not answer and slowly approached, holding the strawberry between your fingers, and with a gentle gesture you brought it to his lips and he raised an eyebrow but did not hesitate to open his mouth.
While he bit, his lips touched for a moment your fingers, and a shiver passed through your back, waiting for him to swallow before you lowered yourself and kissed him softly, your lips touching each other gently, still steeped in the sweet and slightly tart taste of strawberry and when you broke off, whispered against her lips:
«You were right... the contrast between strawberry and chocolate is deadly.»
He smiled his warm breath against my skin. «Especially on your lips.»
You were a little soft on those words, but you couldn’t let him take control so easily.
«Let’s see how long you last, Jungwon.» You murmured, taking the chocolate bowl and lifting it over him and his eyes widened slightly.
«Noona... wait a minute.»
You ignored his warning and slowly slipped a few drops along the sculpted line of his abs. The contrast between his warm skin and warm chocolate made him release a little involuntary moan, and you saw his muscles twitch under you and smile satisfied.
"Oh? Our little Wonie is sensitive?» you mocked him, tilting his head as your fingers brushed the chocolate on his skin.
He squinted and puffed. «Tsk... don’t think you’re in control, Blondie Girl.»
You lowered your head and kissed him right in the middle of your chest, picking up the chocolate with your lips. His breath became heavier, and when you came down with another kiss, he twitched slightly and you chuckled softly, barely lifting your eyes.
«You are moving too much.» you rebuked him softly.
Jungwon gave you a defiant look. «It’s not my fault that you decided to torture me.»
"Torture? Isn’t that what you just did to me?" you repeated, pretending to be surprised. "I thought you were fine."
«I’m too well, and that’s the problem,» he murmured, biting his lip.
You felt his abdomen twitch again beneath you as you left another kiss trail down her skin.
«Mh... Noona.» he did, his voice slightly hoarse.
You stopped and looked at him innocently. "Yes?"
Jungwon closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was trying to maintain control, then opened them again and looked at you with a provocative grin.
«You’re driving me crazy,» he whispered. You approached his face, your noses almost touching each other. "Perfect," you said softly and Jungwon stood up slowly, then lifted slightly, sliding his hands down your hips but you gave him a stern look and took his hands into the couch and you climbed over his body again and started kissing them, Bite and torture from the crests of his muscles to get under his navel and saw a slight trail of small hairs and you couldn’t wait to hear and see what that boy was hiding. You licked and tortured that area and heard your name moaning and Jungwon said
«You are dangerous.» you started to laugh and you looked at him a moment with your hands close to the edge of his joggers and he nodded to let you know that you could take them off and when you did it you saw his V-line and his boxers brand and his dick covered that was already hard only thanks to you, you tried to put your hands in the edge of his boxers but with ease, Jungwon put you under him.
«Y/n, I would go crazy if you sucked my dick but today is Valentine’s Day and you girls are the center of attention so let me make you feel good, there will be other opportunities» You lured him to you for a brief kiss and after a while, he slipped your pants and a perverted smile formed on his lips.
«Fuck noona, you were so shy but you have a fucking outfit of Victoria's Secret matched and the only one who came to your house today was me»
You saw Jungwon lick her lips and your cheeks turned red as you saw how she looked at you.
"it’s just a coincidence," Jungwon started laughing and pinched your hips «Don’t lie to me Y/n, you can even admit that you were worried about making a good impression with me!» You raised your eyes to the sky and you felt shivering when you heard that her middle finger was poking at your soaked panties where there was your clitoris still covered.
«God, you’re already so wet» Jungwon took off your panties and with his wandering hand moved towards your core, using two of his long fingers to open you up, gaining more access before moving against your hole. The moan you let out didn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon, it exerted more pressure on your clitoris and one of his fingers started pumping inside you, reaching the depth of your knuckles as he started pushing in and out.
"Oh, God, Won, just like that," You said as you felt the boy almost crouching to give you pleasure, you felt his tufts of hair make you slightly sunny and pulled them out and from all that stimulation, You didn’t realize he’d added a second finger until he started stretching you even further, pumping your fingers ever thicker. Jungwon felt as if it could come simply from the feeling of your walls that were squeezing around him and when he saw you almost coming he lowered his head, brushing your folds with his tongue to lick your entrance like a kitten, Burying his face in your pussy while sucking hear you blatering.
"Jungwon, I’m coming..." he teases you and licks all your slimy cum out of his fingers and your core.
«Fuck, I think the top 3 things they love are: chocolate in your body, the flavor mixed between strawberries and chocolate in our languages, and the taste of your excitement» he laughed putting his hands on your face because it was too cheeky at that moment, Jungwon took your hands and removed them from your face and gave you a little kiss on the forehead.
"So at the beginning of the evening, you said that I would be yours, you still want me to be your Jungwon."
«God you are a temptation to all the effects noona, sure of wanting to become mine because I could become very much territorial with you»
"I like territorial boys, Jungwon!" You undressed his boxer shorts and holy shit his dick was nicer than any you had ever seen, the tip slightly red from the blood flowing. Jungwon sucked it up a bit and before entering gave you a little lip kiss «Ready noona?» Yearning to hear it around you, his lips met yours as he slowly pushed against your narrow walls, swallowing all the sweet sounds you made. A choked thrill came out of your open lips when it hit bottom, «I can not yet move noona strong.» Jungwon moaned as you huddled around him, your blurry eyes trying their best to focus on him and his ruffled hair, but every little movement of his hips made you feel like heaven.
However, the fact that he remained motionless only made your burning need worse and you needed him to move. Moving your hips, a choked moan came out of your lips as your hand wrapped around his biceps.
"Move. God, please move Jungwon. I need you" Suffocated, head falling backwards against the pillows as he kissed your neck.
«So impatient, but who am I to deny all this? I have been dreaming of this moment for months» He chuckled before pushing himself inside you.
The first shot of his cock against your walls was like paradise, but when he saw that you were able to take it more and more his rhythm became anything but delicate; at each push, its tip kissed your cervix, leaving you a wretched mess.
"Wonie!" You shouted his name when he moved just enough to touch your weak point, leaving that small tears to come down your face. Your nails stuck in his biceps as you tried to root, but it was useless; he was just fucking you too well.
«Fuck noona, look how deep they are. After tonight, you won’t be satisfied with anything but me» He moaned as he freed your side to grab your wrist before pressing it against your lower abdomen.
You felt the outline of his cock against your stomach, but when he pressed, a choking groan ripped from your lips. The pressure made you feel even more him as he fucked you and you didn’t understand anything anymore, it was all too much but Jungwon seemed to know very well what to do with your body and moved his hand down until his thumb pressed against your clitoris, Thrusting your hips in his grip.
A series of groans and broken tears came out of your lips as his rhythm increased.
"W-Won, fuck! I’m close, Jungwon!" You screamed, the hand wrapped around his wrist as you felt that spiral in the pit of your stomach tighten.
«Come for me, darling. Mess with my cock.» His words were the last drop before the edges of your sight became white and your body contracted under his.
«That’s it, give me everything.» He spoke but was interrupted by a groan when you clenched around him like a vice.
His breaths began to come out with difficulty as he fucked you through your orgasm and closer to his. The grip of his hand on your hips would certainly have left marks, but neither of you cared at that time.
«Fuck noona, I’m sick!» he chanted, his whole body trembling as he came, painting your walls white with his seed. Slowing to a halt, he lay down against you, face buried in your neck as you both came down from your heights and he embraced you.
Jungwon held you close to him, his chest warm against your back, while his fingers drew slow circles on my side. Now and then he’d give you a little tap, just to make you shudder.
"Will you stop tormenting me?" you protested, trying to move.
«NO,» he answered immediately, squeezing even more, you snorted, but could not help smiling. His breath was slightly irregular, indicating that he too was still a little shaken by everything that had happened. But of course, as a good Jungwon, he would never admit it.
Stand like that for a few seconds, in that relaxing silence, until you feel him breathing deeply, as if he was going to say something important.
«Noona...» he murmured.
"Mh?" you replied distractedly, still with your eyes closed. He came a little closer to your ear, the voice so low and sweet that it almost gave you shivers.
«Would you like to be my girlfriend?» You froze for a second, then burst out laughing.
«What’s so funny?» he moaned. You turned slightly to look at him, finding his dark and careful eyes pointed at you. "Jungwon, but do you realize how cliché it is to ask me on Valentine’s Day?"
He bowed his head, pretending to be confused. «So?»
"So no!" you said, laughing again. "Too obvious, too romantic, too movie-like."
«Ah, I understand.» he nodded, pretending to think. «If I ask you today it’s not okay. And if I ask you tomorrow?»
"Mh... much better." Jungwon stood up quietly and pinched your side. «Then it’s decided: on February 15th and tomorrow you will become my official girlfriend.»
"Oh? Who said I would say yes?» He looked at you with an offended expression. «Noona, after all that we went through tonight do you still have doubts about me?»
"Mh... maybe I’m just keeping your attention level up," you replied with a mischievous smile.
He stared at you for a moment, then came even closer, his lips barely touching my cheek. «Don’t worry, blonde girl,» he whispered. «You have my full attention.»
You leaned back slightly, trying not to blush too much. «That’s it.»
Jungwon smiled satisfied and gave you a slight bite on the shoulder. «Then let’s make things clear: on February 15 you become mine. End of discussion.»
"But how end of the discussion?" you burst out laughing. "Where is my right to speak?"
«You lost it when you decided to drive me crazy all the time and ask me before you make mine,» he replied with a dangerous smirk.
You looked at him as if you were indignant. "You know that you are just unbearable?" He nodded as if it was the greatest compliment. «It is. But you like me that way.»
You snorted, but you both knew that you would never deny that truth.
You remained silent for a few seconds, then he murmured: «You know what it means, right?»
"What?"
«That our anniversary will be the day after Valentine’s Day.»
You thought about it for a moment, then sighed. "Fantastic... we’ll be condemned to double dinners, double gifts, and double sweetness every year."
Jungwon laughs. «Exactly. Do you like my genius? And don’t forget my birthday!»
You stared at him for a second, then let yourself go in a smile. "Yes... I have to admit that this time you had a good idea."
He lit up. «So you agree to make the 15th of February our day?»
You sighed theatrically. "All right, all right. But only because I don’t want to be engaged on a day like today." Jungwon squeezed you even more, making a little satisfied noise, like a cat that has just been cuddled.
«Noona... you are a rare case.»
"And you are impossible."
«I know it.»
You smiled at each other, no need to say more. Because even if you didn’t say it openly, you both knew what you felt for each other.
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gam3r-girli3 · 2 days ago
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Simon Riley is one of those men that doesn't see what the big deal about Valentine's is; why does there need to be a whole day dedicated to love when you already know he loves you?
Doesn't believe in buying you flowers because they'll just wilt and die within a few days anyway. Also doesn't go around buying you a load of crap you don't need like a giant teddy bear or lavish jewellery (he knows you rarely wear jewellery anyway).
When it comes to gifts, he believes in being practical. If they don't have a use, what's the point? He always gets you something he knows you need or will use, not something that would just lay around and collect dust.
So, no, don't expect a big bouquet of flowers or a heart-shaped box of chocolates on Valentine's day from Simon.
He will buy you a card he saw and thought was kind of funny and scribble his own little dirty joke inside and end it with a simple 'Love, Simon.'
(Not saying he wouldn't go the extra mile for you if that's what you wanted, but he wouldn't enjoy a single minute of it and would more than likely complain and ask why you need a 'load of tat' to know 'you're his bird' and he loves you.)
BONUS:
Simon's list of dirty jokes he thought about using in the card include:
- 'what did the toaster say to the slice of bread?: i want you inside of me.'
- 'i like your style, i like your class, but most of all i like your ass'
- 'you're like breakfast: great in bed'
- 'what did Cinderella do when she got to the ball? she gagged'
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a/n: just some random thoughts idek but also happy valentines day ♡
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sunrisecaminus · 3 days ago
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hello! May I request reader getting sandwiched between optimus prime and megatron? Really want these two giants to fight over reader :>
Message - This is such a funny yet cute idea. I didn't know if this was NSFW or not so I just did NSFW. I also thought this was suppose to be Cybertronian reader so sorry if you wanted the reader to be a human!
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Megatron x Reader x Optimus NSFW
Summary - Megatron and Optimus fight over their Cybertronian Girlfriend who honestly probably saved Cybertron and Earth from these two bumbling morons.
Warning - NSFW, Threesome
Megatron and Optimus ended the war because you told them that you wouldn't chose who to date unless they ended it and even if they did, you would still choose both. They had to realize that their options were to either not have you in their lives or bend to your will…so that is how the 4 million year war ended. You were a rogue that lived throughout the entire war and helped either side when you knew they needed help. Optimus fell in love with your mysterious figure and only saw you far away for years until he finally was able to talk to you. Both of you connected, but you told him that the Autobots weren't people you wanted to be with. You visited him a lot and tried to give him as many supplies as they needed until the Autobots came to earth. Megatron was the same, but he wanted his soldiers to find you for himself to know your mysterious life. He was going to kill you when you told him that you weren't going to be a Decepticon…but goodness did you give the soldiers so many supplies. Honestly, if it wasn't for you, both sides would've died from starvation and you never told them where you got your cubes. When both realized that they had a crush on the same person, they fought for you and that is when you told them to end the war or you would leave them for good.
Now its years after the war, you are dating both of them and it can get interesting. Most of the time you visit them separately, but thankfully they have gotten use to each other and are able to stay in the same room without killing each other. You are right now cooking something and letting it boil, when you feel your hips being grabbed by sharp claws. "Y/n…" Ah, its Megs. Sighing, you reach your arm from behind and grab his faceplate as a greetings, rubbing his cheek. You are right now busy with making something and so you don't say anything and just keep stirring. "Cybertron has reach 50% of being restored. My underling have cleaned 3 full cities and are now ready to start building." He knew telling you about his achievements get him awarded, which he does because you turn your head over to kiss him on the cheek. You put the lid on the pot and walk away from his grasp, going to the shelf and grabbing a book. You never told them, but the reason why you had so much Energon was because you found a specific recipe created by Nexus Prime which if you boil certain ingredients together, it could make a Mock Energon that can do the same effects as Energon, but doesn't have the pure energon inside. You just put a certain food coloring in it to make it look like Energon so the two idiots wouldn't fight for the recipe from you. As you get to the book shelf, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see Optimus looking down at you with a smile. "Good Evening y/n. We were able to find another Energon mine and started already working on harvesting it."
You smile at him and before you could say congratulations to him, you feel someone press up behind you. "Prime if you insist on trying to win her over, it is my turn for visitations so frag off." Oh no, of course Megatron finds a way to start an argument. Optimus narrows his eyes and steps a bit closure. "We can both visit her at the same time, we don't have a specific time in place." Honestly, you were willing to just not say anything and watch the action happen…you were bored anyway.
This argument lasted for a long 15 minutes. You had no idea they could go for this long without fighting, but it was probably you were in between them. You had the back of your helm leaning on Megatron's chassis while Optimus' body was pressing up against yours. Your face was flushed and did not complain about the position you were in. Their voices were now being muffled by your brain as you stare at Optimus' faceplate. Your mind started to wonder and stare at every inch of your autobot boyfriend, than you started feeling your back hitting Meg's chassis. Finally, leaving your blurring vision, you finally were starting to get annoyed by the two bots and just now want to take the time to get to know them more. Finally, you speak for the first time today. "Hush". Both at the same time quite what they were saying and stared down at you…listening for their angel to say something. "I am tired of both of the squabble, as punishment I want both of you to take my body tonight." Optimus' optics widen and his faceplate flushes a bit. Megatron was a bit surprised as well, but doesn't show his emotion with his face. "Y/n, you really wanna-?" Optimus gets interrupted by Megatron, who smirks and gets an evil idea. "What? If you don't want to, than I can just go ahead and taint her myself." This gives Optimus a bit of confidence, he glares…though he excepts the challenge his old enemy gives him.
They take you to your birth room in the base, setting the blanket aside and let you sit on Megatron's lap. Your aft sits against Megatron's panel, which makes you blush a little from the position. Optimus gets in front of you and caresses your cheek. "Tell us when you want to stop." He cared about his lovely fem. Anything you tell him to do, he would obey no matter what. Megatron was surprisingly the same, just in a more violent way. Just make a motion or a word, and Megs would eliminate anyone for you in seconds. You were the one who saved them from their own arrogance and ego…so they gift you everything you deserve. Optimus starts to make out with you, laying his servos on your stomach. Megatron on the other hand, bites your neck and massages your tibulens (thighs). You relax your body and let them do all the work. Honestly you didn't care what they did to you, it has been a while since you have been touched and needed them to fill your spark with love. Megatron sees that Optimus has taken your mouth, so he goes to get you to pay attention to him. He guides his hands over to your panel and opens up to your valve. You knew it was over when you started to feel him rubbing your folds with his fingers. Arching your back, you moan in Optimus' mouth, which made him see what Megs was doing…oh no you realized the reality you put yourself in. Optimus takes this as a challenge and goes for French kissing. His glossa meets yours, making you moan sweetly from the loving feeling. The feeling of both your mouth being used and your valve being played with made everything better. Maybe you can give them both motivation, so you put one servo behind you and open Megatron's panel. He clenched his teeth and breathes a bit heavier when you start to rub his spike. With your leg you press against Optimus' panel, moving your leg around so he feels the friction on his spike as well. Both of them stop what they were doing and moan in different tones, feeling the lovely touch you were giving them. Optimus felt a bit weak already, he was a sensitive mech and moaned with nothing but great love in his voice. Megs on the other hand was trying not to give in to the pleasure already, knowing he would be seen as sensitive as well if he made any noise. His groans sounded like he was holding it in, deep and cold. Optimus could not believe the predicament he was in. Bowing his head down to you like you just defeated him…but he couldn't force himself to care. He loved feeling like everything was in your hands, like he just shoved some of him responsibility towards you…and you took it like it was nothing. "Touch yourself…" Your voice was sharp yet soft. All the Prime could do at that moment was listen, as he pops his panel open and jacks himself off in front of your eyes. You hear a soft chuckle from Megs, but before Optimus could hear it, you clench around Megs shaft with your servo and he jolts from the pressure you just gave him. "Ah!" Megatron could not believe it worked, not only you got him to shut up, but now he was moaning from the pleasure.
After a few minutes, you take your time lining your aft up for Megatron's spike and start to go down. You widen your valve over to Optimus, who is a blushing mess from you watching his every move with your unblinking optics. "Come here." Optimus perks up from your voice and sees you giving him permission. He comes a bit closure to put his spike right at your entrance. You were ready to start doing some work and gave them a dance they will never forget. You went up and down on both their spikes as they both groaned from how tight you were. Nothing could prepare them for such an amazing feeling as your hot walls hugged both their shafts nicely. Your moans were so nice to hear and both of them honestly forgot the other was in the birth room. Loving the attention you are giving them, they both felt at thought they needed to release as you knew it was time for them to finish. Putting yourself down fully for you to take in both their spikes whole, made them release inside of you. Megatron grabs your upper stomach while Optimus grabbed your legs to hold on to something while you took both their fluids inside of you. After everything calmed down, you lay yourself down on the bed with both of them between you still. Optimus to your left hugged you in a loving embrace while Megatron kept his hand cupped around your helm. You couldn't help, but smile at them. Finally…you were able to get them to shut up.
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youngsadlesbian · 2 days ago
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hey! i saw you were taking requests so:
a fic where popular!wanda and popular!reader have always been rivals. they love eachother as much as they hate eachother because they were childhood bestfriends, not until wanda left without a word, leaving reader alone.
i think it would be great if they have a scene wherein they get stuck in a bathroom after a couple of friends locked them in there, and they start talking about what actually happened.
ANDDDDD wanda getting pissed at reader's boyfriend, even if she has one as well.
i hope you consider this, thank you!!
BETWEEN LOVE AND WAR
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pairing: wanda maximoff x reader
summary: rivals since wanda left without explanation, you love each other as much as you hate each other. when you're locked in together, buried feelings resurface. between stolen kisses, jealousy, and secrets, you must decide—keep fighting or finally surrender to love.
a/n: thanks for the request hope u like it <3
word count: 2k
warnings: angst if you blink, enemies to lovers but mostly fuff.
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Highschool hallways were your battlefield.
From the moment Wanda Maximoff waltzed back into your life years after disappearing without a trace, she had been nothing but a thorn in your side. The childhood best friend you had once adored had morphed into your greatest rival, someone who matched you in everything—popularity, grades, social influence.
If you threw a party, Wanda threw a bigger one. If you aced a test, Wanda’s score was somehow a fraction higher. It wasn’t just a competition anymore—it was war.
And she played dirty.
“Nice speech, printsessa,” Wanda cooed as she brushed past you after the morning assembly, the smug smirk on her lips igniting a fire in your chest. “Almost convincing. Too bad I wasn’t impressed.”
You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to take a steady breath. “That’s funny, Maximoff. Because last time I checked, you were watching my every move like your life depended on it.”
Her green eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface—something almost… regretful? You ignored the nagging thought.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, stepping closer until you could smell her familiar vanilla perfume. “If I wanted to watch something entertaining, I’d look anywhere but at you.”
A slow smirk curved your lips. “Then why are you still here?”
For a split second, Wanda faltered. But before you could dwell on it, she rolled her eyes and spun on her heel, walking away as if she hadn’t just invaded your space like she owned it.
That was how it always went between you two—like a storm brewing just beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to explode.
But nothing could have prepared you for what happened next.
It was supposed to be a harmless prank.
The idea was simple—your so-called friends thought it would be hilarious to lock you and Wanda in the girls’ bathroom until you either killed each other or worked things out.
“You guys need to fix your tension!” one of them had laughed before slamming the door shut behind you. The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a wave of dread through your stomach.
You whirled around, heart pounding. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Wanda groaned, banging a fist against the door. “Let us out, idiots!”
No response.
You let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing your temples. “Perfect. Just perfect.”
Wanda turned to glare at you, arms crossed. “This is your fault.”
“My fault?” You scoffed, incredulous. “How the hell is this my fault?”
“You have terrible taste in friends.”
You let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, and you would know all about loyalty, right?”
The second the words left your mouth, the air between you shifted. Wanda tensed, her expression hardening as if you had physically slapped her.
And maybe, in a way, you had.
A thick silence stretched between you.
Then, Wanda exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I had my reasons,” she muttered.
Your heart clenched. “For leaving?”
She didn’t look at you. “Yeah.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to stay composed. “You never even said goodbye, Wanda.”
The raw emotion in your voice made her flinch.
You hated the way your chest ached. Hated the way her absence had wrecked you when you were younger.
Wanda finally met your gaze, and for the first time in years, her walls cracked. “I was scared,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “My father got into trouble. My family had to leave town overnight. I didn’t have a choice.”
Your breath hitched. “You did have a choice. You could have told me. I would’ve understood.”
“I didn’t want you to understand,” she snapped, frustration laced in her voice. “I wanted to protect you. I thought leaving without a word would make it easier for you to forget me.”
You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Well, congratulations, Wanda. It didn’t work.”
The weight of the past hung heavy between you.
Then, in the quiet, Wanda’s voice softened. “I missed you.”
Your heart clenched at the admission.
But before you could respond, a loud click echoed through the air, and the door swung open.
Your friends had let you out. But neither of you moved.
Because everything between you had just changed.
\*/
You knew something was wrong the moment you spotted Wanda at the party later that night.
She was standing across the room, her gaze locked onto you like a predator watching its prey. And she was pissed.
At first, you thought it was just the unresolved tension from earlier.
But then you followed her line of sight—straight to your boyfriend, who had an arm draped around your waist.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Wanda’s lips, but there was no humor in it. “Didn’t know you had such low standards, printsessa.”
Your jaw clenched. “Excuse me?”
Wanda stepped closer, her presence overwhelming as she tilted her head, eyes dark with something dangerous. “Your boyfriend. He’s a walking red flag, sweetheart. You can do better.”
You glared at her. “Oh, so now you care about my love life?”
Her expression darkened. “I’ve always cared.”
The words made your breath hitch, but you refused to show weakness. “Funny. You didn’t seem to care when you disappeared.”
Something flickered in Wanda’s gaze, but before she could respond, a familiar voice interrupted.
“Wanda.”
You turned just in time to see her boyfriend—a tall, broad-shouldered guy who looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine—wrap an arm around her waist.
Wanda’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t move away.
Your stomach twisted, but you refused to acknowledge the feeling.
So instead, you smiled, voice dripping with false sweetness. “Well, isn’t this adorable? You’re acting jealous while you have a whole-ass boyfriend.”
Wanda’s grip on her drink tightened. “It’s not the same.”
You scoffed. “Oh, so you can date whoever you want, but I can’t?”
Her eyes burned into yours. “I don’t want you with him.”
Your heart stuttered, but you masked it with a smirk. “And why the hell not?”
Wanda took a step closer, voice low. “Because he’s not me.”
For a moment, the world stopped.
Then, before you could process what was happening, Wanda grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd, away from her boyfriend, away from everything.
Because this war between you and her?
It had never been about hate.
Wanda’s grip on your wrist was firm but not painful as she dragged you out of the party and into the cool night air. The music from inside was still pounding, but it felt like a distant echo compared to the erratic beating of your own heart.
“What the hell was that?” you snapped, wrenching your arm free the moment you reached the empty backyard.
Wanda didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she ran a frustrated hand through her dark hair, her green eyes flashing with something wild, something desperate.
“You know what that was,” she finally said, voice tight.
You let out a humorless laugh. “No, I really don’t. Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re just pissed I’m not still waiting around for you like some lovesick idiot.”
Her jaw clenched. “That’s not fair.”
You scoffed. “Oh, now you care about what’s fair?”
Wanda took a step closer, invading your space. “I never stopped caring.”
Your breath hitched. The heat of her presence, the intensity in her gaze—it was suffocating in the best and worst ways.
“Then why did you leave?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, raw and aching. “Why did you let me believe you just didn’t give a damn about me anymore?”
Wanda exhaled sharply, looking away for a moment. “I told you—I thought it would be easier that way.”
“For who?” Your voice cracked, betraying you. “Because it sure as hell wasn’t easier for me.”
Silence.
Then, so softly you almost didn’t hear it—
“I couldn’t bear to say goodbye to you.”
The confession landed like a punch to the gut.
For so long, you had convinced yourself that Wanda had abandoned you without a second thought. That she had simply moved on. But the way she was looking at you now—like you were the only thing in the world that had ever mattered—made that lie crumble to dust.
She took another step closer. You didn’t move away.
“I missed you,” Wanda murmured.
Your chest tightened. “Then why did it take you so long to tell me that?”
Her eyes flickered to your lips for just a second. “Because I was scared.”
Your pulse roared in your ears.
“And what about now?” you whispered.
Wanda reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingertips lingering against your skin.
“I’m still scared,” she admitted, voice barely above a breath.
But she didn’t pull away.
And neither did you.
You weren’t sure who moved first.
One second, you were standing there, staring at Wanda like she was the answer to a question you didn’t even know you had been asking. The next, her lips were crashing against yours in a kiss that tasted like frustration, longing, and years of unresolved emotions.
It was messy, desperate—more of a battle than a kiss.
Your hands fisted in the fabric of her jacket, pulling her impossibly closer. Wanda’s fingers gripped your waist like she was afraid you’d disappear if she let go.
The intensity made your knees weak, made your mind spin.
But just as quickly as it started, reality slammed into you like a freight train.
You pushed her away, panting. “Wanda, I—”
Her expression was unreadable, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel that,” she said, almost pleading.
You swallowed hard. “I have a boyfriend.”
Wanda flinched at the reminder. “You don’t love him.”
Your silence was all the confirmation she needed.
She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Of course. Of course you don’t.”
You ran a shaky hand through your hair, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. “And what about your boyfriend, huh? What does this mean for him?”
Something dark flashed across Wanda’s face. “He was never you.”
Your breath caught in your throat.
The weight of her words settled between you, heavy and undeniable.
For so long, you had been fighting—against each other, against your feelings, against the past. But maybe… maybe you had been fighting for the wrong reasons.
Maybe you weren’t rivals. Maybe you were just two people too afraid to admit that you had never really stopped loving each other.
And maybe… it was time to stop fighting at all.
\*/
You ended things with your boyfriend the next day.
It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t pretty. But it was necessary. Because Wanda had been right—your heart had never truly belonged to anyone else.
And as for Wanda…
Well, she wasn’t far behind.
She showed up at your locker that afternoon, her usual smirk replaced with something softer, something real.
“So…” she started, leaning against the lockers, “you free later?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Why? Planning on dragging me into another emotionally charged confrontation?”
Wanda grinned. “Tempting. But I was thinking something more along the lines of an actual date.”
Your heart did a stupid little flip.
You pretended to think about it. “Hmm. That depends. Are you finally ready to admit that you like me?”
Wanda rolled her eyes, but there was no hiding the blush creeping up her neck.
“Shut up,” she muttered before grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers like it was the easiest thing in the world.
Maybe, after all this time, it finally was.
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thedanishcatgirl · 2 days ago
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"You can't charm me witch!"
"Don´t be silly, we both know you where the one who charmed me. I have missed you so much. This castle just really isn´t the same without you. You must be tired after your long journey, want to retire to our chambers, and get out of that stuffy looking armour?"
Our chambers? What is she talking about?
"Sieze your lies horrid witch, I won´t fall for your schemes!"
"Sweetie, could you please stop that charade? It is not funny I have really missed you. It´s been 6 months since I last saw you and held you in my arms."
6 months. Why does that feel familiar? "Why do you keep acting like I know you, when whatever spell you tried to cast clearly didn't work?"
"Spell? Why would I enchant you, my husband, love of my life, the father of our unborn child? She says, now with tears in her eyes."
Something inside you aches at that, like seeing her this sad makes you hurt.
You are the chosen one! Don´t fall for her lies and crocodile tears. She is just stalling, trying to trick you. Attack now before it´s too late, A voice in the back of your mind says. You raise your sword, but as she draws back in suprise and fear, you notice that her belly is indeed quite round. If she really is pregnant, you can´t kill her. That´s wrong, surely they wouldn´t want to spill the life of an innocent baby.
It´s just an illusion, you must slay her before she calls her guards!
No, something is not right here. You have been trying to ignore your gut telling you it´s wrong, and the growing feeling of familiarity ever since you got near her castle. If it was a spell wouldn´t it require her seeing you? You try to think back to half a year ago, but your memories are muddled.
Focus Chosen One! Fufill your destiny!
The oldest clear memory you have are the royal guards informing you of your destiny, to rid these lands of the terrible witch queen. Why can´t you remember anything before that?
Nothing else matters. You have your duty and your purpose, that is the only thing that matters right now!
Your breaths quicken. Your mind is a mess, and there are too many thoughts and voices in your head, and you don´t understand anything, and suddenly you become aware of hands around you face.
"Oh darling, what have they done to you."
You wish you knew, or at least that your mind would stop hurting. It´s too much, and those hands are so gentle and you´re so scared, and tired, and don´t know what to trust anymore so when you fall into darkness you are full of relief.
You wake up in a giant bed, in a lavishly decorated room. Your head still aches, but not as much, which means you probably aren´t dead, which is suprising, very confusing and slightly annoying. Couldn´t she had let you free when you happily accepted it, instead of toying with you first? Perhaps she wanted to get information out of you first.
Or perhaps she wasn´t the lying one.
"You are awake! She says, stepping into the room with a tray of food. Are you hungry? I made your favoirites." At the concern in your face, she adds in a voice that sounds sligthly wounded. "I promise you it is safe to eat." She tears half of one of the bread rolls and eats it, before putting the tray closer to you. The smell is sweet and divine, and your stomach growls. You slowly reach out for the other half of the one she ate, almost on instinct. You haven´t eaten in a while, and never something that smelled so delicous.
Or have you? You barely remember anything about your life, and isn´t there something familiar about that smell, and this bed, and this woman?
What are you doing? It is obiusly poisened with something she is immune to!
Well if it is, then at least I will be spared any torture, you think as you put it in your mouth. It practicly melts in your mouth, and is so sweet and tastes like like, home and love, like something you can´t describe, and soon there are no more rolls on the tray.
She grins at you, in a way that fills you with warmth. "I´m glad to see you still like them. While you rested, I have searched all my tomes, and I think I have a way to give us some more anwers. If you would permit, I would like to try it."
"Why are you asking me?"
"Your mind has been forcefully tampered with enough. I couldn´t do that to you too, even if it should not do anything, but uncover what you have lost."
She is evil and dangerous, and you can´t trust anything she says!
She is the only one who can grant you answers and you know that. If they where the ones who took it from you they wouldn´t give it back.
No! Don't listen to the voice of her trickery! This is a mistake!
You need those answers, no matter the risk. With resovle in your heart, and tears in your eyes, you answer.
"Do it."
As she places a glowing finger of your forehead, your eyes close automaticly from the force of the veil in your mind being lifted, and all your memories overwhelming you. After an eternity gone in a blink of the eye, you open you eyes again looking tearfully into the eyes of your loving wife.
"Welcome back my love."
You, the chosen one, walk into the evil queen's throne room. The queen was sitting gloomily on her throne. She sees you and lightens up. She rises from her throne and kisses you. "Sweetheart, I am so glad you are back."
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doki-doki-imagines · 2 days ago
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You give him a gift for Valentine's day
pt.1 with Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Hyoma Chigiri
Shoei Barou:
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-"I-I mean, okay, thank you."
-He didn't expect it, and it shows on his face. Shoei is mostly embarrassed. His cheeks don't go red, but he scratches the back of his neck a sign you learnt it means he is not at ease.
-"Please open it!" You say enthusiastically, and he can't say no seeing the shine in your eyes.
-And you hear it, the breath catching in his throat, head instantly turning to lock eyes with you.
-The puddings his mom used to buy him. The same ones that he couldn't find anywhere in the last months. Probably because they are cheap and not that requested, but they are his fave.
-"How-"
"I know how much you love them and how much you missed the flavour." You put your hand on his chin, caressing his soft skin with your thumb. "For you, I'd search them to the other side of the country." You smile at him, eyes slitted.
-The house is now silent, only your synchronised heartbeat reverberating.
-His lips clash on yours, aggressive like a lion attacking his prey, breath mingling.
-"Sho-" He lets you breath, a kind concession from your king, while his lips firge a path down your neck, trailing down your jugular, making you now feel his teeth on your skin.
-It's the sound of the puddings hitting the ground that makes Shoei go back to himself. His red irises liquid pleasure even if he tries to regain his composure.
-"I should have been the one giving you a good present, not the other way around." You hear him grumble, his big hand pushing back some strands freed from the gel.
-"Don't push yourself down. For example, I see you have a beautiful bouquet there." You reply softly, pointing at the flowers he tried to keep hidden on his back. The twelve roses fresh and so beautiful.
-"Right, for you." Shoei lift himself up and offer them. You finally notice how nice he is dressed: white shirt and black suit perfectly ironed to match the shoes cleaned to perfection. He is wearing the perfume you gifted him for his birthday. The sight makes you skip the heartbeat you may have not skipped before.
-"They are wonderful." Your voice tremble a bit, smile naturally appearing on your face. -
"Your gift." He replies, arms going around your waist to hug you, bouquet and gift between your chests.
"Not gonna say 'hope you like it'?"
"I know you are going to love it." He curtly replies. You smile back at him; you expected that kind of answer.
-And you are sure you are going to love the it.
Seishiro Nagi:
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-Seishiro honestly didn't expect anything since you asked just to spend some time together at his house.
-You are sitting on his old sofa, shoulders touching both wearing worn-out hoodies that aren't warm anymore but make you feel at ease like no other cloth.
-His lips form a small 'o' when you give him a small package.
-"I know I told you not to do anything special, but when I saw this, I immediately thought of you and couldn't stop myself."
-He keeps his eyes open wide while taking the small package in his big hands, slender fingers already working around the ribbon.
-It's a figure of a character from an old cartoon he used to love as a kid that still airs to this day. Seishiro remembers the days he was home alone and how comfortable it made him feel to see his "friend" on the tv screen.
-"Hey, are you fine?" You say softly, cupping his face to look at him in the eyes, watery from the tears forming. It would be almost funny, with his wobbly lips, if only you weren't actually worried about hurting his feelings.
-But your worries soon fade when he hugs you with such strength you end up back on the sofa, while Seishiro peppers kiss all over your face.
-"Thank you-" He says, "It is wonderful. You are wonderful." His kisses are so light that they tickle you, a laughter blossoming from your throat.
-"I love you." Seishiro says, looking straight at you, his warm hands caressing your face and brushing off hair that covered your skin.
"Me too, Sei."
-The next kiss has lost all the playfulness of the previous ones. It's charged with feelings. It's not fast, not aggressive. It's slow and calculated, a kiss that wants to explain everything he can't by words. It's a kiss that is slowly turning into something else...
-But someone buzzed at your boyfriend's door.
"Oh yeah, the food."
"Food?"
-He doesn't reply to you and brushes you off when you try to pay some of it.
-"You weren't the only one that thought of a gift." He scratches the back of his head. There is so much food that it doesn't all fit on his table. And it's all the comfort food you love.
-"I'm not good with gifts, but I thought it would be nice." Seishiro replies, monotone as usual.
"It is." You smile at him, plopping yourself again on the sofa. "So? Let's eat!"
"Yes, but let's take our time."
"You are lazy when eating, too."
"I just enjoy the flavours more."
"Bulls-" a bao go straight into your mouth, stopping you from talking.
"You look so cute when eating." He says, but you know he did that just to cut off the conversation.
-You are going to close an eye for today. It's not every day you see Seishiro putting his mind into something that aren't his games or football.
-"It all tastes delicious. You really know my tastes, Sei."
"Obviously, I love you." Curt, no inflexion in his voice while you want to melt.
-He will be the death of you.
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ribbonedreverie · 3 days ago
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“Unsent Love Letters”
Words they will never say, letters they will never send.
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💌 Osamu Dazai – “To the One Who Almost Made Me Stay”
My love,
I wrote this knowing you will never read it.
Isn’t that the safest way to say what I mean?
I have always been a man of contradictions—laughing at things I do not find funny, living in a world I have no interest in staying in, reaching for love while knowing I will never hold it long enough to keep.
You, my dear, were the cruelest of them all.
Because you almost made me want to stay.
And that—that is something I can never forgive.
You saw too much. You noticed too much. You looked at me as though you understood, and I have spent too long hiding to let someone see me so clearly.
And yet, I almost let you.
Almost.
If there is another life, I hope I love you properly in that one.
Yours (but never truly),
Osamu
💌 Chuuya Nakahara – “To the One I Would Have Burned the World For”
Hey, doll.
I don’t know why I’m writing this.
Maybe it’s because I never told you enough. Maybe it’s because I told you too much. Maybe it’s because you left, and I don’t know what to do with all the words I never said.
I would have burned the world for you. You know that, don’t you?
I would have given you everything I had, even the pieces of me I don’t know how to share.
But love—love is cruel.
And I am my own kind of monster.
I wonder if you ever think of me. If you ever wonder what would have happened if we had met in a different life, in a different world, where love did not come with a price.
I would have been better for you in that one.
But here? In this one?
I loved you the best way I knew how.
And I hope, somehow, that was enough.
Yours, always,
Chuuya
💌 Fyodor Dostoevsky – “To the One Who Thought They Could Save Me”
My dear,
You were a fool to love me.
A fool to believe in me.
A fool to think that someone like me—a man built of conviction and cruelty and ruin—could ever be softened by something as fleeting as love.
But you tried anyway.
You touched me like I was something fragile. You spoke my name like it was something worth whispering. You kissed me as if you thought I could be saved.
And for that, I will never forgive you.
Because for a moment—just a moment—I wanted to believe you.
That is the greatest sin of all.
I will not apologize. I will not beg. I will not ask for you to stay.
But if you do—know that I will ruin you in return.
Yours, if you dare,
Fyodor
💌 Nikolai Gogol – “To the One Who Should Have Known Better”
Ah, my dear!
Do you regret it? Do you wish you had run? Do you ever think back to the moment we met and wonder if things would have been easier if you had never looked my way?
Because I do.
I think about it often.
I think about how simple it would have been if I had never touched you, never kissed you, never let you get close enough to make me hesitate.
(Oh, what a terrible thing—hesitation.)
But you were fun. You were so fun.
And I am not a man who lets go of his entertainment so easily.
So tell me, darling—was it worth it?
Would you do it again?
Even knowing how this ends?
With a smile,
Nikolai
💌 Sigma – “To the One Who Made Me Feel Like More Than a Gamble”
I’m scared.
That’s all I know how to say.
I’m scared of what it means to love someone. I’m scared of what it means to be loved. I don’t know if I deserve it, if I know how to return it, if I know how to hold something that is not meant to slip through my fingers like all the other things I have lost.
But I wanted to try.
With you, I wanted to try.
I wonder if that is enough.
If you could be patient with me. If I could learn how to love without fear.
I don’t know how this story ends.
But if you are in it—I hope it is a happy one.
Yours (if you’ll have me),
Sigma
💌 Ryunosuke Akutagawa – “To the One Who Showed Me Softness”
I do not know how to say this.
I do not know how to say anything, really—not the things that matter, not the things you want to hear.
So I will say this instead.
I see you.
I see the way you wait for me to speak, the way you listen even when I have nothing to say.
I see the way you do not flinch when I reach for you, the way you do not ask for things I do not know how to give.
I see the way you are patient with me, even when I do not deserve it.
And I think—I think I love you for it.
I do not know if I will ever say this aloud.
But if you ever wonder—know that I have never tried this hard for anyone before.
And if that is not love, then I do not know what is.
Yours, in whatever way I know how,
Akutagawa
💌 Ranpo Edogawa – “To the One Who Already Knows”
Why would I write a letter when you already know what I’m going to say?
You always do.
You read me too well. You know my moods, my habits, the way I lean against you like a cat seeking warmth but refuse to admit I need you.
You know I will never say I love you outright—because it’s obvious, isn’t it?
I do not waste time stating facts.
I do not waste time on things that are already understood.
But if you need to hear it—if you ever need proof—just look at the way I let you stay.
Look at the way I let you close.
Look at the way I never correct you when you assume I love you.
Because you are right.
You always are.
Yours (as if that wasn’t obvious),
Ranpo
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There’s something tragically beautiful about unsent love letters—words aching to be read, confessions swallowed by time. They hold a love that lingers, untouched by reality, forever suspended in what-ifs. Perhaps in another life, I sent them. Perhaps you read them. But here, they remain unread, and maybe that’s where they were always meant to stay. ♡
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parasolladyansy · 17 hours ago
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DxP recap & thoughts
🌧️ Diamond x Pearl REWRITE spoilers ahead!
If you haven’t caught up with the story (or don’t care lol), come back when you’ve read up to the end of Chapter 2.
Hi-ho! So, for this Sunday, I thought I’d do something a little different, & kind of do a “recap episode” lol ;u;
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I reread DxP REWRITE from start to finish. The biggest feelings I got were “wow, I did all that!”, & “this story is a lot more coherent than I remember it being lol”.
Funny to think about how this just started from the intrusive thought of “I MUST RESCUE RAGGED TRAIN MAN. With time travel! & PLOT!”
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New thoughts & ideas came to mind, between rereading this & the other AU’s I’ve been working with (that happens sometimes, where I can only continue working on a thing when I switch gears, or “tracks” as our monochromatic friends would say lol)
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I’d like to show more of Emmet’s more positive personality. Through chapters 1-2, we saw his more competitive side, his conductor side, but not so much that shining optimism he has. At the end of Chapter 2 there, he let himself be vulnerable, getting some heavy things off his chest.
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Between that & seeing his brother again, alive & well (even if he doesn’t remember who he was), has to have helped his mental state. Maybe even allow him a little more hope, finding more reason to trust Ansy & Ikrit as well as this journey they’re on.
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Meanwhile, Ingo is in a very vulnerable state. He’s been recovering memories, traveling with Mizumi & Sasmu to reconnect with his lost past. He catches a glimpse of someone “verrry important”, & hit a bit of a wall, trying to get a closer look.
This next chapter I fully intend to give more attention to him & our friends in the past as they work through this.
I’d like to thank all of you again - I feel like I’ll never stop feeling grateful. 8u8 Next Sunday, I may just post the cover, depending on what I can do. The pace is likely going to be slower as I’m very behind schedule here, but I’d like to get back on this train. 🛤️
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beatlblog · 2 days ago
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#i'm crying this is so funny#we love terry (via @sour-milk-sea)
#harrisong: the sun is so beautiful. has anyone ever noticed this (via @tweeterwilbury)
#men are so strange and delusional.....#just tweet im sad that i wasn't able to suck john lennon's dick and log out#it's quicker (via @mylonghairedladyy)
#there's a reason that their post-beatles work is like... imagine for john and freaking... magneto and titanium man for paul... (via @skyriderwednesday)
#arnie pipe is a normal type with an average job but his prospects never will be great#(lyrics say arnie pupe but you cannot tell me that's true. it's pipe) (via @leapinarmadillo)
#hey Ringo just makes cute songs okay (via @milesaerach)
#idk how to admit this but i really like McCartney's solo work because its exactly like this all the time forever#except sometimes there's something so good it could be in the sounstrack of tarzan out of nowhere#and then we go back to insanity (via @dubiousdisco)
#George song: messing around on a sitar#Ringo song: bad (via @baking-bisexual-bitch)
#transition from happiness is a warm gun to martha my dear (via @guttermeat)
#lennon's song ends with a declaration of wanting to kill his wife#mccartney's song ends with terry the plumber killing his wife (via @lumeninfusco)
#george song: n/a (not allowed on the album) (via @thisisdefinitelyausername)
#weed vs coke (via @barryallenisbisexual)
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#but that was pre-psychedelic Beatles (via @elglin)
#john if he wrote fixing a hole#paul if he wrote working class hero (via @the-bluebird-you-need)
#(they're both saying the same thing) (via @ensign-babey)
#george: i get one song per album#ringo: ringo (via @hebrideanmoon)
#I see them both as two little guys hitting pots and pans#but in different ways (via @tenitchyfingers)
#lol welcome to 1971 (via @cirumlocutoryconlanger)
#also the difference between alex kapranos and nick mccarthy#alex = john#nick = paul#more at ten. (via @dandy-lad)
#stop I saw this as I was literally listening to the beatles and texting my sister about how insane their range was#the range in question lmaooo (via @fortressofbooks)
#and both songs are about being gay#so yeah (via @aint-that-kind-of-blog-bruv)
#WHERE'S GEORGE (via @local-vamp)
#both could be a springsteen song (via @melody1971)
written while gazing t the photos of john + elvis on his dressing room wall
#almost accurate#add *pipe clanking sounds* (via @gojisaurus)
#i thought it said 'helovespipesshelovespipes' at first and i was like#wow so true...he would change up the pronounce like that. which could mean nothing (via @igixri)
#monkberry moon delight my BELOVED#his three songs are: 1) the Pipe Man. 2) i love my wife. 3) i miss my soulmate john (via @rubyrubyrubytuesday)
The way the lyrics talk to eachother somehow is so more funny to me (via @starfayy)
#and both songs would be mclennon coded (via @flowersintheram)
#why philosophize when you can narrate (via @alienoriana)
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#but it's not homoerotic he swears (via @unchaineddaisychain)
#mccartney's song has a key signature change but lennon's song has a time signature change (via @britneyshakespeare)
#theylovepipedream#音楽 (via @radio-4-is-static)
#is this a fixing a hole reference or a pipes of peace reference#only real ones know pipes of peace (via @whoscruffylooking)
#ok but they’d be in the same song A Day in the Life style#and it’d slap!!!!! (via @tesho-travels)
hate hate hate it
#and theyre both the same song (via @onlylivingboything)
#average beatles on shuffle experience (via @veryhopefulromantic)
#im choosing to understand this (via @hell-nurse)
#I can hear this#he loves pipe she loves pipe#can it be one song tho#I think it’d fuck (via @bugsinnmybrain)
#McCartney said shut up and go to therapy Johnny (via @imoldbutimstillintothat)
#need one of those tumblr musicians to make audio for this post (via @mousefluff)
#the best Beatles text posts are the ones you can hear by reading them (via @thatdogjokes)
#the realest shit#my mom always says John & Paul needed each other for balance bc paul is too whimsical & John is too angsty lol (via @theinconstantmoon)
#pauls whimsey he loves to write songs that would work in a childrens tv show (via @lostcryptids)
#a day in the life verses (via @thefoolsprocession)
and that's why i hate it
#uh oh the pipe is leaking#terry is gonna be weak (via @masterboa)
fifth beatle song: its ok to leave a dog in a hot car (hot car) its ok to leave a dog in a hot car (ooh oooh oh) (via @trashfartofficial)
#this is not accurate at all#lennon lyrics aren't like that there is nothing beatlesque about it#his lyrics are cryptic in a completely different way that's more cartoonish and sarcastic#or if he is serious its not black sabbath shit like this its more just preachy and kinda annoying#mccartney on the other hand... yeah that's about right (via @possessesnightshift)
#and the source of the leak is an issue with the pipes that terry the plumber can fix and it all comes full circle#or something. idk i’m not a beatles fan (via @driftwooddestiel)
no this is accurate
#where would prog be without those “helovespipeshelovespipeshelovespipes” changes (via @despairdoodlesreal)
#PRECISO (via @affogonellamarmellata)#its the same song#they worked on it together (via @airlocksandaviaries)
john was just a huge edgelord but paul knew how to be whimsical and fun (via @herecomesthemod)
#get you a man who can piss off all his band mates with 'faggy bullshit' (quote a la Harrison) AND write Blackbird (via @transwolvie)
#ay no puedo (via @longlivetai)
#meanwhile ringo singing about ocean life (via @penthesileas)
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goldfades · 6 hours ago
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Please more controversially young gf for sid🫶🏽🫶🏽
you ask, i deliver!! i hope u enjoy<3
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You always joked about Sidney’s age.
Always chirped him about his back, his knees, the way he sometimes got up in the morning with a groan like he was a man twice his age. You teased him relentlessly, with little jabs like "Want me to grab your cane, Grandpa?" when he stretched too long after practice.
But when you saw him go down on the ice, nothing was funny.
Nothing at all.
You didn’t even register what had happened at first. One second, he was in the play, moving like he always did—fast, sharp, instinctual—and then the next, he was hit hard along the boards, his body crumbling in a way that was all wrong.
Your heart stopped. Literally stopped. Your breath caught somewhere in your throat, and suddenly, the crowd noise, the commentators, the sounds of skates slicing ice—it all faded into a dull, meaningless blur.
Because he wasn’t getting up.
Your hands clenched around the edge of your seat so tightly your knuckles ached. Time felt slow, unbearably so, like you were watching the worst moment of your life play out in slow motion. He was on his knees, then on his side, and there was a trainer already rushing out to him. But he wasn’t moving like he should be.
You felt sick. A tangible, horrible nausea that curled in your stomach and made your whole body feel cold.
Sidney was tough. Tougher than most. He had taken hits before, had gotten back up when no one else could. But this—this wasn’t right.
You barely noticed the people around you. Barely heard the fans murmuring, the worried whispers and sharp intakes of breath, the occasional muttered, "Shit, that looked bad."
All you knew was that your chest felt tight, too tight, like you couldn’t get a full breath in.
And then, finally, finally, he moved.
Slow. Careful. The kind of movement that told you it hurt like hell but he was too stubborn to let anyone see just how bad it was. He pressed his hand to the ice for support, his jaw clenched, his eyes set forward in that focused, determined way you knew so well.
It should have made you feel better. It didn’t.
Because you knew him.
You knew his pain tolerance was stupidly high, that if he wasn’t just popping up and skating back into the play, something was really, really wrong.
You didn’t even think before you moved. The second he was helped off the ice and down the tunnel, you were out of your seat, pushing through the rows, ignoring the way people turned to watch you. You didn’t care. Didn’t care that the cameras might catch you, didn’t care what social media would say, didn’t care about anything except getting to him.
Your pulse pounded in your ears as you made your way through the winding hallways of the arena, the path to the medical room too familiar by now. You had done this before, more times than you wanted to admit. But it never got easier.
The second you reached the room, you barely hesitated before pushing the door open.
And there he was.
Sidney sat on the exam table, gear still on, one skate unlaced, his posture stiff like he was bracing for bad news. His head snapped up the moment he saw you, and something in his face softened.
"You’re not supposed to be back here," he said, his voice rough but steady.
"Yeah, well," you exhaled, still trying to calm the pounding in your chest, "try and stop me."
And just like that, whatever resolve you had left crumbled.
You crossed the room in seconds, standing between his knees, your hands finding his face, tilting it up, searching. His helmet had been removed, his hair damp with sweat, his brow creased in quiet frustration.
"You scared the shit out of me," you admitted, your voice quiet, your thumbs tracing lightly over his cheekbones.
His lips twitched like he wanted to smile, but the pain in his eyes dulled it. "Didn’t mean to."
"You weren’t moving," you whispered. "I thought—I thought—"
Your throat closed up, and Sidney—ever steady, ever calm, even when he was the one hurt—reached for your wrist, grounding you with a squeeze.
"I’m okay," he murmured. "Just sore."
You didn’t believe him, not entirely, but he was looking at you like he needed you to, like he needed you to be steady for him.
So you nodded, exhaling shakily. "I’ll be the judge of that."
He let out a breath of amusement, the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "That right?"
"Damn right," you said, shifting so you could press your forehead against his. "Now let me have my dramatic, emotionally charged moment, please."
Sidney huffed a soft laugh, closing his eyes for a second, letting you linger in the quiet. And when he finally spoke again, his voice was low, just for you.
"I’m glad you’re here."
And just like that, the tightness in your chest eased.
Because yeah, the world could speculate all it wanted. People could talk about the age gap, the controversy, the noise. But right now, in this small, fluorescent-lit medical room, none of it mattered.
Because you loved him.
And he loved you.
And at the end of the day, that was the only thing that ever would.
Sidney was not a good patient.
This was something you learned very quickly.
The second the team doctors gave him strict orders to rest, you knew it was only a matter of time before he started pushing it. Because he was Sidney Crosby—one of the most disciplined, regimented, "tough it out and get back on the ice" people to ever exist. He didn’t do rest. Didn’t do sitting still, didn’t do taking it easy.
Which meant you had to be the one to make him.
Lucky for him, you had absolutely no problem being a pain in his ass.
"Sit. Down."
You stood in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, staring Sidney down as he very slowly tried to get up from the couch. He was still in sweats, fresh from a shower, his damp hair slightly messy in a way that would’ve been distracting if you weren’t so focused on keeping him immobile.
"I was just—"
"—going to sit your ass back down like the doctors told you," you finished for him. "Good call."
Sid exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "I’m fine."
"You have a bruised rib," you reminded him, walking toward him and shoving him back down with one finger on his chest. "Which means no skating, no lifting, no ‘I swear I’m just stretching’—and definitely no trying to prove how tough and manly you are by walking around like a fully functional human when we both know you are not."
He just looked at you, lips twitching, because he was definitely entertained by the way you were talking to him.
"You enjoy this, don’t you?" he asked, voice tinged with amusement.
You scoffed. "Oh, so much." You pointed at him again. "Now stay there while I get your meds."
Sid obeyed, but you could feel his eyes on you as you moved around the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and pulling his painkillers from the cabinet. You turned back to him, shaking two pills into your palm.
"Take these," you ordered, stepping back toward him.
He raised an eyebrow but took the pills from your hand. "I could do this myself, you know."
"Could you, though?" you mused, tilting your head. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re a very injured man who should probably stop arguing with his extremely generous, very beautiful, highly intelligent, and endlessly patient nurse."
Sid let out a slow, amused breath, shaking his head. "Highly patient, huh?"
You handed him the water, watching as he swallowed the meds, and then took the glass back when he was done. "Unbelievably patient," you confirmed. "Practically saintly."
Sid didn’t reply, just watched you with that look—the one where his lips curled slightly, his eyes softened, and you knew, knew, that if he weren’t injured, he’d be pulling you into his lap just to shut you up.
Instead, he settled for reaching out and grabbing your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "Thanks for taking care of me."
You shrugged, sitting on the couch next to him, curling up so your legs tucked under you. "Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything stupid."
He hummed, shifting slightly to get comfortable. "Don’t I have trainers for that?"
"Yeah, but I’m meaner," you pointed out. "And I have better hair."
Sid chuckled, tilting his head toward you, his expression easy and fond. "Can’t argue with that."
You smirked, leaning your head against his shoulder, being careful not to press against the bruised side of his ribs. "Damn right you can’t."
And despite everything—despite his injury, despite the way you knew he hated being sidelined—Sidney relaxed. Because this? This was what made it all okay.
Even if you were bossy. Even if you were slightly unbearable in full nurse mode.
You were his. And that made every moment—every ridiculous, slightly bitchy, very loving moment—worth it.
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sonadowcentral · 2 days ago
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I understand what you're trying to go for with the chao's nickname so let me help you out a bit!
While frijol pequeño works it does sound a little awkward, so i recommend going with 'Frijolito' or maybe 'Frijolin'.
Trying to think of it from the perspective of my pet being name Grano de Café to come up with nicknames in spanish (specifically mexican Spanish which is my native language), I would probably also go for Cafecito, Cafécin, Cáfi, Cafín, Granillo, Granito. Maybe Café Internet if you wanna get silly with it lmao.
Sorry for rambling but i thought the name was cute.
P.s for an alternative for the inevitable 'getting full named while being scolded', maybe: 'Grano de Café Importado de Colombia' just because i think its funny to think abt it being said in the way spanish speaking parents say your full name when mad.
This was so helpful, thank you so much 😭
I love all these alternate options!! I didn't even think of frijolito even though it felt like a super obvious thing to do. I need to get more sleep and fix my brain chemistry fr
It wasn't until I saw ya'll comments that I realized I goofed. My bad, everyone 😅
I WILL be taking the 'Grando de Café Importado de Colombia' that's just too funny NOT to use XD
Again, thank you for all these constructive suggestions, I really appreciate it when you guys help me out!!
I'm gonna set up a poll so you guys can pick which name you'd prefer for the baby chao!
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vandme12 · 2 days ago
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This has been rotting in my head for so long, how would the KC cast react to a powerful figure Mc? Ronin added mc because he just thought they were a writer needing inspiration, but what if they were actually a big influential figure in politics, media etc? Maybe they’ve hired Misaki before to get rid of someone? Maybe V knows them from charity meetings? How would it all unfold?
I really loved writing this! Whoever asked, Please ask me more head canons! The concept, would be they're a powerful "person" who usually gets people to kill off "bad" people! This is my longest head canon!
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Ronin Beaufort!
At first, you were just a fun little distraction. Some writer looking for inspiration in the darkest parts of the world? Yeah, yeah, he’s heard that one before. But you were flirty, sharp, and a little too comfortable around him, which made you interesting.
So, he let you stick around. Took you to some bloody, brutal places, spun his words like knives, toyed with you just to see if you’d flinch.
But you didn’t.
You kept up. You even pushed back.
And damn it, he loved that.
You made things fun.
So fun, in fact, that he didn’t question it. Didn’t stop to wonder how you were able to navigate his world so easily, how you had this natural charisma that could turn heads, how your words carried weight in a way that felt… important.
He didn’t put the pieces together—until he saw your face on the news.
He’s at some dive bar, half-watching the TV, when he sees it. Some big political scandal. Some business shake-up. And right there, center screen, is you.
Your name. Your title. Your power.
His brain short-circuits.
He just stares for a good five seconds, drink frozen halfway to his lips.
“What.”
Immediate, sharp, loud laughter.
“Oh, what the FUCK?! You gotta be kiddin’ me.”
He’s laughing so hard he slaps the bar. The bartender jumps. Other people in the bar look at him like he’s crazy.
Because of course. Of course, the one person he’s been dragging into the worst places, letting into his world, kissing, touching, —
Is actually one of the most powerful people in the world.
The moment he gets his laughter under control, he’s grinning. Big. Sharp. Wild.
“Well, well, well. Ain’t this a fuckin’ surprise.”
The next time he sees you? Oh, he is not letting you live this down.
He’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking like the devil himself.
“Sooo, babe. Anythin’ you wanna tell me? Y’know, like—what the fuck?”
If you try to act casual about it? He grabs your chin, tilts your head up, and just grins.
“Nah, nah, don’t gimme that. You mean to tell me I’ve been callin’ you ‘sweetheart’ and sneakin’ you into crime scenes, when I should’ve been callin’ you Boss?”
If you flirt back? Oh, he eats that shit up.
“Ohoho, you’re playin’ dangerous now, darlin’. You know what happens to people who turn me on and surprise me? Bad, bad things.”
He’s so into this.
Like, obnoxiously into it.
He starts calling you titles sarcastically.
“Ahh, my beloved CEO, let me open the door for ya.”
“Oh no, did my precious politician have a rough day? C’mere, lemme make it all better.”
“D’you think world leaders would shit themselves if they knew you were makin’ out with a serial killer? ‘Cause that’s funny as hell.”
But beneath the teasing? Oh, he’s obsessed.
He already thought you were a perfect match for him, but now?
Now, you’re not just smart. Not just dangerous in your own way.
You’re untouchable.
Bottom line? He is so in love with you it’s disgusting.
You’re powerful, you’re dangerous, and you’re his.
And that? That’s all he ever needed to know..
“So, what’s the play here, sweetheart? You gonna bring me down? Put me in the headlines? C’mon, gimme a scandal—make it a good one.”
If you tell him you have no intention of exposing him, that you’re here for your own reasons, he’s intrigued.
“Ahhh, so you’re just a little freak, huh? Love that for you.”
“So, tell me, baby—how’s it feel, bein’ the most dangerous person in the room for once?”
And when you smirk and say, “I’m always the most dangerous person in the room,”—Oh.
Oh, he loves you. Because it’s true, isn’t it? Ronin might be a killer, but you—you have real power. The kind of power that doesn’t need a knife to cut people down. AND that? That’s hot as hell.
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Misaki
At first, Misaki thought you were just some random writer that Ronin picked up for fun. Maybe you were looking for inspiration in the darkest corners of the world, and hey, Misaki could respect that.
Until, one day, they’re watching TV in their bunker, shoveling cup noodles into their mouth, and—
Your face is on the news.
Immediate choking.
They nearly drop the noodles.
They stare.
Blink once. Twice.
Wait. What the fuck.
They scramble for the remote, turn the volume up, and suddenly, their world is spinning.
"HOLD ON—"
Because there you are, center screen, name plastered in bold letters. Some scandal, some massive political shift, some media shake-up—and at the heart of it all? You.
The person they’ve been flirting with. The person they’ve been spending nights with in calls.
"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, BACK THE HELL UP—!"
They’re gripping their head, pacing their bunker, absolutely spiraling.
“You mean—you mean to tell me I’ve been flirting with someone who can LITERALLY change the world?! Oh my god—oh my god, I’m so broke, I can’t handle this—"
The next time they see you? They’re standing there, arms crossed, clearly trying to look intimidating but failing miserably because their face is still stuck in pure existential crisis mode.
“Sooo. You got anythin’ you wanna tell me, boss?”
If you just smirk and go, “Oh? You didn’t know?”
They groan loudly.
"OF COURSE I DIDN’T KNOW, YOU JERK! Oh my god, I was out here thinking you were some struggling writer, and now you’re telling me you could probably buy my entire life with a single check?!"
Cue another breakdown.
And if you’ve hired them before? Oh. Oh, that’s interesting.
“Hold on—wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me I’ve been talking to one of my clients this whole time?!”
They go through a full existential crisis.
But once the initial shock wears off? They’re intrigued.
“Okay, okay, but real talk—why the hell are you hanging out with us? You could be anywhere, doing anything, running the world, and yet, you’re here. Why?”
If you flirt with them? They malfunction.
“H-Hey, don’t distract me! This is serious! You—wait, what do you mean I look cute when I’m panicking?! That’s—STOP.”
But deep down? They FEEL KYAH!
If you say something like “Because I like you”
—They malfunction.“LIES. YOU’RE A LIAR. DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT—”
But deep down? They’re kicking their feet.Because holy shit.
Someone that important thinks they’re important.
It’s the worst and best thing to ever happen to them.
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Angel
At first, Angel just thought you were another charismatic, ambitious person—someone drawn into her orbit the way most people were. She didn’t question it too much. You were charming, clever, and played along with her public persona so well it was almost addictive.
Then, one day, she sees you on the news. Not in the background. Not as a guest. You are the news.
Maybe you’re a political powerhouse, a media mogul, an elite CEO—whatever it is, you’re big.
Cue an instant mental shutdown. She’s staring at the screen, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, and for once in her life, completely speechless.
“… Wait, wait, wait. What?!”
First, she replays every conversation the two of you have ever had, wondering how she missed the signs.
Second, she assumes you just didn’t tell her because… well, why would you? She wouldn’t have believed it anyway.
Third? Immediate concern.
Because she knows powerful people. She’s been around them.
And most of them are monsters.
But you? You’ve always been kind to her. Sweet. Playful. The same way she is with you.
…So why does this still feel like a dream?
When you finally come home, Angel is sitting on the couch, arms crossed, a frown on her lips—but her eyes are soft.
"Sooo…" she tilts her head. "Is this the part where you tell me I’ve been secretly dating royalty, or—?"
You try to explain, but she just leans closer.
"And when, exactly, were you gonna tell me that you're kind of a big deal?"
Pout. Full pout.
But she’s not actually mad. Just incredibly intrigued.
The more she learns about your influence, the more protective she gets.
She knows the price of power. She knows the pressure. The weight. The expectations.
And she knows what it’s like to need approval.
She’s quiet for a moment before reaching for your hand.
“Are you happy?” Her voice is gentle.
You nod, but she studies your face carefully, trying to find the cracks.
“You promise?”
If you squeeze her hand, reassure her? She melts.
She wants to believe you. So badly.
Angel is soft with you in ways she isn’t with the world.
She may be a perfectionist. She may be needy for attention. But with you?
She doesn’t have to perform.
She can just… be.
And that’s a rare, precious thing.
And she will make fun of you for the way you talk in "serious mode."
"Ooooh, look at you~ all professional and intimidating~"
But deep down? She’s proud.
She just expresses it through teasing.
She knows power changes people.
And she worries about that. About what it might do to you.
But she also loves you too much to let it push her away.
“No matter how big or important you are…” she murmurs, curling up against you. “You’re still mine.”
And honestly? There’s no one else in the world she’d rather love.
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V
The moment, you open your video feed to see him for the first time he knows who you are.
V already knows who you are.
He’s rich. Powerful. Connected. No one reaches his radar without him knowing everything about them.
So when your face appears on his screen, he isn’t surprised.
What surprises him is the fact that you recognize him, too.
You tilt your head, lips curling into an amused smirk.
“Mr Valentin Viljoen, right? We’ve met before.”
His eyes narrow slightly. “Yes. And you are—”
“I'm your kind!” you interrupt smoothly, leaning back in your chair. “Without ever spilling a drop of blood.”
That makes him pause.
His posture tenses. Just for a second.
Because… that’s not wrong.
He’s seen your name in places that matter—a ghost behind the curtains of power.
You don’t get blood on your hands.
You hire people to do it for you.
At first, he’s wary.
You are the kind of person he hunts. The kind who orchestrates death while keeping their hands clean.
The kind that believes their cause justifies the means.
And yet…
You don’t silence everyone. You don’t kill for profit or ego.
You kill corrupt politician. The ones who slip through the cracks of the system. Like him.
He watches you closely after that.
“You play God,” he says one night, his voice measured. “Deciding who lives and who dies.”
You meet his gaze, unshaken.
“So do you.”
The two of you challenge each other constantly.
You push him to see the necessity of what you do.
He pushes you to consider the weight of it.
“Your assassins are no different than the people I kill,” he says coldly. “They’re just a tool you use to maintain control.”
You hum thoughtfully. “And you’re just a weapon that wields itself.”
Silence.
A game of chess with no clear winner.
But there’s one thing he can’t ignore.
You don’t kill the innocent.
Your network, your power—it’s built on a foundation of purpose.
And whether he likes it or not…
You’re not the villain he expected.
He watches you more than he should.
He listens to how smoothly you speak, how effortlessly you manipulate a conversation without a single lie.
He hates how drawn he is to it.
“You play dangerous games,” he mutters one night.
You smirk. “So do you.”
And he hates that you’re right.
He’s used to keeping his distance.
But you make that impossible.
The sharp way you tease him, the way you dance on the edge of his moral code.
It gets under his skin.
“What the hell are you?” you ask one night, head tilted. “A hero? A killer?”
His lips press into a thin line.
“What are you?” he counters.
It happens slowly.
At first, he tells himself he’s just keeping an eye on you.
But then it becomes habit.
Seeking your voice, waiting for your messages, analyzing your movements.
He finds himself protecting you before he even realizes why.
Because the moment someone tries to take you down?
He’s already one step ahead.
“You should leave,” he mutters after taking care of a hitman sent after you. “Disappear.”
You laugh softly. “And let them win?”
His jaw clenches.
He should walk away from you.
But he won’t.
Because for all his righteousness…
He can’t let you go.
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vanillebunny · 3 days ago
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hellooo!! can u pls write for steve harrington?? i'm thinking where he got with reader as a rebound for nancy but then he realizes its much more than that but by the time he does you already realized and left like an angsty thing
warnings: i think none? but please tell me if there are.
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you've always known steve harrington, ever since you were a kid. steve 'the hair' harrington, king of hawkins, ladies man--as everyone thought. to you though, he was just steve, the neighbor next door.
being neighbors with steve wasn't always easy, or quiet even. from the constant parties to the endless nights with every woman in hawkins. you'd be a lucky if you got a good nights sleep for once. your mom didn't really hear it much, not like she was ever home to.
if there was one thing you had in common with steve, it was the lack of life in your house. only for steve, he was always replacing it with having someone over whenever he possibly can, while you just stayed home alone.
not like you were never invited, it was kind of a given since you'd know about it anyway, might as well be invited. but you never came. not like it mattered. but after some time, the parties...stopped. everything became calm, and steve was like...not a douchebag anymore. everyone said it was cause of nancy wheeler, the princess. she was perfect. not a single flaw to her
you'd always see her come around, she was pretty. you couldn't lie. but damn did something about her rub you the wrong way. it was always like this, up until you knew about the big breakup
you were home as usual, and had taken your walkman to go walk at night like you usually did, but when you left your house, you saw steve on your porch, sitting silently. it didn't even seem like he was coming to talk or something, he just sat there for no reason.
"i think you got it mixed up" you spoke up, going down a few steps to where he was sitting, "your house is next door, not here" you say with furrowed eyebrows. but he didn't even look at you, he was just sat there.
"you probably already heard." he says and just keeps looking ahead, "nancy left me"
you in fact did not hear. "oh." was all that came out of you, you sigh and just sit beside him, placing the walkman beside you. "thats...weird. why? i thought you two were happy" you say and he just scoffs
"bullshit, apparently. all of it. should've known...im an idiot. girl like her, as if that would last" he mutters, more to himself than you
"hey, what?" you say, shaking your head quickly, "that's so wrong, steve. like--very wrong. you're a great guy, steve. i mean like...now--you became a great guy. and if she didn't see that and thought it's all bullshit then she's not worth it" you say, and he--finally looks at you.
"you really think so?" he asks, and you hesitate for a moment, before nodding.
"yeah, of course steve" you say, it was quiet for a while, the two of you just looking around, up until you got up and went back inside. he sighs to himself, thinking you left, until you came back with a pair of headphones. you sat back down beside him and grabbed the walkman again, plugging in a second pair of headphones, you hand him it.
he looks at you, hesitating for a moment before taking it, the two of you sat there quietly just listening to music. it was the very first time you two had even had a proper conversation--or even interaction together ever since you were kids.
ever since then, you two were always stopping by each others houses--even driving home or to school since you were both heading the same way. you got close quickly, and as much as you didnt expect it, you genuinely really liked it
you knew he changed, but you thought it was just a look. but he actually did, he was funny, really considerate and nice. you found yourself...actually feeling things for him. you always brushed it off, but to your luck, steve was a very expressive person, so he made sure to let you know he liked you back
it was all great, you didn't feel so lonely anymore. and you two were just...such a good pair. some would say even better than nancy. and you liked to think so too, until one day, you were heading to the basketball court to go see your boyfriend as usual. until you overheard tommy h and a few other guys talking to themselves, steve must've been in the locker room or something.
"how the hell are harrington and that girl together, i mean i don't get it--he and miss perfect break up, and he's already with the next girl? i don't buy it." tommy says, and one of them chimes in
"my girl says they love each other, it's total bull. we all know the real reason harrington's with her, she's a rebound. i mean--how do you get over a girl like nancy? you got a have at least a few replacements before finally moving on"
what? replacements? no--that's not right. you're sure steve likes you, genuinely likes you...right? it's not true, he's not that kind of guy. he wouldn't be using you like that, right?
you shake your head and quickly storm off, tears brewing in your eyes. you've been alone for so long, maybe you just didn't notice how he was using you? maybe you just jumped at the first chance to be with someone, so desperate?
that same day, steve was knocking and knocking on your door, when you didn't answer, he sighed and sat on the porch. for hours. waiting and waiting.
"baby i know something's wrong...please talk to me. don't...don't do this." he says as he knocks on your door one more time. he hears footsteps coming from the road, he quickly steps down the porch and rushes to the footsteps, hoping it was you.
he slows down as he sees nancy there. he furrows his eyebrows. what the hell was she doing here?
"what do you want?" he says and she just looks at him
"steve let's talk..." she says and he quickly shakes his head
"no...no absolutely not. i don't wanna have anything to do with you, don't you understand that nancy?" he says, while he's talking, you were opening the front door since you thought it's been too long.
to his luck, you were just behind him when he was talking to nancy.
"fine, fine you're right okay? i did get with her as a rebound...to--to forget you. is that what you wanted to hear?" he says and everything else quiets down in your head, they were right. they were all right. he doesn't like you, love you. he never did. how could he? you slowly walk away, your eyes distant and your face paling. how could you be so stupid to think something could ever work out for you?
but while you were lost in your own head, steve was still talking to nancy.
"but it's not like that anymore. don't you get that? i don't love you anymore, i don't even want to see your face. i wake up in the morning and the first thing i want to do is see her, she's so much better than you could ever be. i don't need you anymore, alright? you have to go nancy" he says and shakes his head, walking back to your front door, completely ignoring nancy's pleading for him to hear her out
"baby? you in there? please come out and talk to me" he sighs as he knocks on your door, but you were already gone. you had gone through the backdoor, he was gonna use you to forget some girl? you'll do worse. you were already on your way to the trailer park, tears in your eyes. you wanted to hurt him just like he hurt you, and what other way to do that other than be with the guy he hates more than anything?
a/n: hey guys i think this mightve been my worst work yet but ummm im posting it anyway, also i wanted to make it more sad but then it kind of turned into a revenge thing so idk, hope u enjoy thoo! <333
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