#and yeah maybe it happened to him too. but what about me? why do i need to have sympathy for someone who hurt me like that?

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New season boring af pt2

Steddie | modern au | famous actor Steve Harrington | 4.9k | ao3

part one

“Are you talking with that guy again?” The sound of Robin’s voice startles Steve, who can only lock his phone and slip it into his pocket to hide it from her. He wasn’t even talking with Eddie, that’s the embarrassing part. He was looking at the pictures that he had shared with him over the months they have been talking.

“No,” Steve says, but he must not sound very convincing.

“Steve! I’ve told you he could be a weirdo, or a stalker!”

“And I’ve told you he is not a stalker, he was not that interested in me before we started texting. And he works in a record store all the way in Chicago. I’ve seen it.”

“Do you understand the concept of catfishes? He could still be a stalker.”

“Well that stalker has seen my dick, so” Steve shrugs.

“WHAT? You whore!” Robin shouts, Steve is very thankful that they are alone in the makeup trailer now. “When did this happen?”

Steve crosses his arms and grumbles, knowing what is coming. “A month ago?”

“A MONTH?”

“Yeah.” And what a fucking month it has been. Steve can still remember that first time in perfect detail. Steve had not expected Eddie’s picture. At all. He had been hoping for a reaction, that’s why he had chosen that movie, but Eddie had given him something much better. The sight of his tented pyjamas was only surpassed by the sight of his actual dick on the video call later.

Steve will admit – only to himself – that it was reckless and dangerous, but it was also the culmination of weeks of studying Eddie’s picture, of watching time and time again the little videos he posted in his close friends stories (the day Steve had been added to the list was another peak for him, as embarrassing as that is) playing guitar and dicking around with his friends (maybe he was the stalker of the two). It was Steve seeing how he affected the guy he had the hots for after months of being sexually frustrated with barely enough time to jack off between filming. Because of course Eddie wasn’t only funny and nice to talk to, he also had to be the hot friend of his group.

He had not been planning for that reaction, but he was not going to pass up that opportunity. Seeing the hand he had seen wrapped around guitar necks for so long wrapped around Eddie’s cock… Steve was never going to forget that sight.

“This is crazy, like, do you even know his name?” Robin interrupts his thoughts.

“Of course I do, he’s Eddie.” He’s always known his name, it’s in his profile.

“Surname?”

Steve pauses. “You don’t know the surname of all your friends.”

“I think in this case you should have asked, Steve.”

“Why can’t you trust me with this?”

“I just worry about you, and maybe I’m a bit sad that you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“I knew you would just nag me about it.”

“Hah! So you know what you did was wrong!”

“If you didn’t want this to happen then you shouldn’t have made me watch Notting Hill.”

“That’s different!”

“How.”

“Well, for one it’s a movie,” she says, putting up a finger. Steve rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. That’s pretty obvious. “Two!” Robin puts up another finger. “They met in real life, not the internet.”

“It was the 90s, of course they met in person. Are you saying that it would be fine if I went to Chicago and met him casually in his record store?”

“No, maybe, don’t try to distract me.”

“Keep your points coming, come on.”

“Three!” Another finger comes up. “Hugh Grant is... hot?”

Steve snorts. “Eddie is hot too.” They wouldn’t be having this conversation if he wasn’t. “And anyways, you are a lesbian, you have no opinion on this.” He waves it off with a hand.

“I still have eyes, and that’s what everyone says.”

“Not valid. Your arguments are not accepted, I know you don’t think Hugh Grant is hot.”

“But that’s not the point! Ugh, okay.” Robin pauses for a few seconds, but Steve knows she’s not finished talking. “So, he saw your dick, did you see his? Wait, no, don’t tell me details. A month ago? I still can’t believe it. Have you done that again?”

And there she is. Steve laughs. “Yes, we’ve done it again.”

****

Steve.hrrgtn: hey, just a quick question

Steve.hrrgtn: what’s your surname?

Batking: why? trying to steal it for yourself?

Steve’s heart should not skip like that from that line.

Steve.hrrgtn: just so I know who I should address the restraining order to when you finally try to murder me

Batking: fuck youve been talking with robin again?

Batking: its munson

Batking: edward munson

Batking: you need anything else? my social security number or something? Ill send you a picture of my drivers license

Steve.hrrgtn: I think I only need that for now, thank you for your cooperation

Batking: you better not be lying about the reason

Batking: if I catch you writing one mr and mr munson in your diary you will need the restraining order for real

Steve’s heart should NOT skip like that from that line.

****

Steve takes a picture on the mirror of the dressing room, stylists still all around him. Nobody pays attention to him, they are all too busy for that, packing up and chatting. Steve should be taking the graduation gown off so it can be packed up with everything else, just so they can go home earlier, but he had to take the picture first. He had taken pictures with the rest of the cast, sure, but this is different.

He is smiling, cap held in his hand.

Steve.hrrgtn: *picture attached*

Steve.hrrgtn: just graduated

He sends the message and moves to take the costume off and his own clothes back on. When he takes his phone back, there is a message already waiting for him. A smile makes its way to his face in a second.

Batking: at the grown age of 25, took you even longer than me and I did my senior year three times

Batking: congratu fucking lations

Steve.hrrgtn: you are an asshole

Steve.hrrgtn: but do you know what this means??

Steve moves around the room, thanking everyone. It takes him a while, so he is confused when an answer is not waiting for him when he looks back at his phone.

Steve.hrrgtn: Eddie?

Batking: *Screenshot of the I’M FREEEE!!!!!! WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY FUCKING LIFE meme*

Batking: this?

Batking: sorry sweetheart I was looking for the meme

Steve.hrrgtn: EXACTLY THAT

Steve.hrrgtn: not like the WORST because I met Robin here and all but FUCK YEAH it’s over

Batking: these four months of waiting for the torture to finish must have felt so long

Steve smiles, typing as he walks outside. They are having a wrap party later, so he needs to find Robin so they can get ready together.

Steve.hrrgtn: hmm not really

Steve.hrrgtn: I had someone sending me memes to entertain me that made the time fly

Batking: must be one hell of a lucky guy

Steve.hrrgtn: assuming genders now?

Batking: oh sorry, are you cheating on me with another meme provider? Am I not enough for you now? You looked for someone else to keep you company?

Steve knows this is just teasing, that Eddie doesn’t believe that. Still.

Steve.hrrgtn: nah

Steve.hrrgtn: just you

****

Batking: okay were you going to tell me your mother is a fucking coppola

Steve.hrrgtn: she is a very respected lady

Steve.hrrgtn: also barely a coppola

Batking: still a coppola

Batking: you are a nepo baby

Steve.hrrgtn: every day it amazes me how little you know about me

Batking: I like keeping you humble

Batking: my brain doesn’t understand that the steve from my phone is really the Steve Harrington on tv sometimes

Batking: so I try not to see stuff about you on the internet

Batking: feels weird

Batking: MY ROOMMATE ON THE OTHER HAND

Batking: he was reading your wikipedia page and your mothers name was in blue so he started following the lead

Eddie had told him once that he hadn’t told his friends about what they had going on, that they just wouldn’t believe him. That must have changed. It makes Steve feel giddy.

Steve.hrrgtn: aw you finally told your friends about me?

Batking: they said they are happy to feed my delusions

Steve.hrrgtn: lmao

Batking: anyway that’s not the point here

Steve.hrrgtn: whats the point?

Steve.hrrgtn: you already knew I was rich and famous

Batking: yeah but this feels different

Batking: you are a nepo baby its like I should hate you

Batking: but you are such a good guy

Batking: from a rich family, hot, nice, funny…

Batking: you cant have everything its unfair

The rich family part doesn’t really do anything for Steve. It’s just a fact. But Eddie complimenting his personality and appearance? That always works on Steve.

Steve.hrrgtn: is this a way to get me to call you?

Steve.hrrgtn: because in the words of a metalhead I know

Steve.hrrgtn: flattery works on me

Batking: it wasnt at first

Batking: but I wont say no to a call with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen

Steve lets out a huff. Eddie and him both know what he did there.

He taps the call icon.

****

Steve stands frozen in the middle of his living room, the smile that had been on his face now completely wiped off. For the first time since he started talking to Eddie, his heart has dropped to his gut at one of his messages.

He keeps his gaze on his phone, the screen staring back at him.

There is a screenshot of a picture of him and Nancy coming out of a restaurant at night. He has his arm wrapped around her shoulders. That was just last night, Nancy had been upset and he had been trying to shield her from the flashes. The picture is accompanied by the headline ‘Caught in the act! Steve Harrington back with ex?’. Eddie’s message is under it.

Batking: glad you are having fun now that filming has finished

It’s- not right. Steve knows Eddie’s snarky comments, knows the feel his teasing. This is not it.

Steve.hrrgtn: I thought you didn’t look for stuff about my private life on the internet?

It comes out as defensive, and Steve instantly regrets it, but it had been one of the things he liked about Eddie, how he learned about Steve from him and not from rumours and the internet.

Batking: turns out that talking to you makes it unavoidable

Of fucking course it does. Who was Steve kidding? He knew this was bound to happen, that the media was going to be a problem at some point. He tries not to blame it on Eddie.

Steve.hrrgtn: it’s not like that

Steve.hrrgtn: she’s just a friend

Steve.hrrgtn: she had a fight with her boyfriend and needed a bit of a pick me up

Batking: you don’t need to explain yourself to me

And that’s the thing, isn’t it? At the end of the day, they have not even met each other in person. That doesn’t make this feel right.

Steve tries to imagine how he would feel if he saw Eddie having dinner with an ex. He doesn’t like the feeling at all.

Steve.hrrgtn: I still want you to know

He needs him to know.

Batking: really steve it’s okay

Batking: I shouldnt have sent that

Batking: Im not sure why I did

Steve has an idea why he did, but he is not going to say it, too afraid of fucking everything up if he does.

Steve.hrrgtn: its okay

Steve.hrrgtn: you are giving me an excuse to bitch about the lack of privacy and how much I hate paps

Steve is sure Eddie is going to recognize it as what this is. A weak attempt at diffusing the tension. Steve hopes it works.

Batking: you know im always open to listen to you bitching about your lavish life

It’s still a bitchy comment, but Steve lets out a sigh of relief. He recognizes that heat.

****

Batking: holy shit steve

That’s the only message on Steve’s phone, it’s the only message from Eddie for a couple of hours. Steve very patiently (or not) waits for him to elaborate, growing more and more nervous when he doesn’t.

Steve.hrrgtn: Eddie? Did you get murdered?

Batking: sorry I texted you as soon as I got the call and then the guys came over and I got swept way

Steve.hrrgtn: that’s okay

Steve.hrrgtn: but what happened? Something good?

Steve really hopes it’s something good.

Batking: we got a gig

Batking: like an actual gig

Steve.hrrgtn: holy shit eddie!

Steve.hrrgtn: that’s amazing

Batking: can I call you?

He doesn’t need to ask, he knows that. They are way past the point of internet acquaintances or friends who sometimes jerk off together on the phone.

Steve hits the video call button, and Eddie answers almost immediately. He is walking away from the cacophony of his friends, a blush high on his cheeks and his hair a mess even as he tries to brush it down. He looks stupidly good.

“Jesus, you look great,” are the first words out of Eddie’s mouth.

Steve snorts, he had been lying on the couch thirty seconds ago. His hair is a mess, he hasn’t shaved in two days. He never lets anyone see him like this. Eddie is different.

“Shut up. You got a gig!”

“We got a gig!”

“How did it happen?”

“You know my friend Chrissy?” Eddie asks. He closes a door behind himself and the noise is now gone, they are alone. Steve nods. “She got a job at a venue that doubles as concert hall and club and they are doing a metal week or something like that. They are bringing some very cool groups from all around the country- I’m so excited to see some of them- but that’s not the point. They wanted to give an opportunity to a local band and that’s where we come in!”

“They gave it to you?”

“They said they really like our vibe.”

“Of course they do,” Steve says with a snort. If Steve didn’t know better, he would say that Eddie just came out of a movie set set in the 80s. Perfect vibe for a metal week.

“Don’t laugh!”

“I’m not laughing! You do have the vibe. Tell me more about it, when’s this happening?”

“It’s very short notice but-“

Steve listens as Eddie tells him all about it, with his excited gestures and the wide smile that splits his face. They talk until Eddie’s friends come to get him to go for celebratory drinks.

As soon as the call ends, Steve calls Robin.

“How do you feel about going to Chicago in two weeks?”

****

The venue is loud. It’s already full when Steve and Robin arrive, just a few minutes before the concert starts. It’s not big, Eddie had told Steve so, but it still has a proper stage, and actual, stablished groups have concerts here. It’s a big step from the bar where Eddie and his friends usually play to an audience more interested on their drinks and conversations than in listening to them. People had to pay for this, even if it was a ticket that included a drink or if it was included into the week pass.

Batking: we are about to come out and I’m nervous as fuck

Steve.hrrgtn: I thought everyone already knew you were gay?

Batking: shut up

Steve.hrrgtn: don’t be nervous

Steve.hrrgtn: I know you are going to be amazing

Batking: I wish you were here

Batking: its going to be the gig of the century

Okay so Steve has not told Eddie that he was coming to see him, so what? He really wanted to see him in his natural environment, just him, not influenced by the knowledge that Steve would be in the audience.

Steve.hrrgtn: I’m always with you

Batking: you know what I mean

Steve.hrrgtn: don’t worry about that

Steve.hrrgtn: you go give the best performance all these people have ever seen

They stay out of the dancefloor slash pit, up in the balcony next to the cloakroom. They have a great view of the stage and the only reason Steve can think for them being the only ones here is that it may not be allowed, but an employee starts walking towards them and just turns around when he takes a good look at them.

Batking: okay we are coming out now

Batking: ttyl <3

Steve.hrrgtn: <3

“It’s starting,” Steve tells Robin. Just a couple of seconds later the lights dim and four figures take up their positions at the stage.

When the music starts, it is loud.

Steve feels so fucking proud. He had seen videos of Eddie’s band performing at bars or jamming in the studio they rent, but they are not like this, they are nothing like this. It’s like they had been living in a cage and were now released in the wild. Steve was  fully prepared to lie to Eddie about what he thought of the concert. He has seen a lot of groups more experienced than Eddie’s that were not as good, that didn’t know how to hype up the audience like them, that weren’t so natural with it. Now, seeing Eddie on stage, he knows that he won’t have to lie about them being incredible.

Steve’s eyes can’t stray from Eddie. It’s like a magnet. Better than any video, better than any call. He can see the whole him, the way he moves, the way he smiles and his hair flows. The way his fingers move on the guitar. He can’t wait to be closer to him.

“Try not to ruin your underwear before you even meet him,” Robin yells into his ear. Steve pushes her away from him, but they are both laughing.

Steve has been wondering for days about how will Eddie react when he sees him for the first time. If it will be after the concert, when Steve inevitably makes his way to the green room, or if Eddie will be able to spot him in the audience. If maybe Steve will miss the moment Eddie’s eyes land on him.

The moment ends up being impossible to miss.

“Holy shit,” Eddie says into the microphone.

His eyes are focused on Steve, his mouth gaping. Steve laughs and waves to him and Eddie gives him a small wave in answer from the stage before his eyes jump back down to the audience.

“Holy shit you guys are great,” he tries to brush it off. “Keep the energy up for the next song!”

The concert continues, but now Steve catches Eddie’s eyes every few minutes, a smile coming to both their faces every time.

It’s not long before Eddie is speaking again.

“It is with great sadness that I must inform you that the next song is our last. Yes, yes, I know, very sad,” he says in response to the oohs from the audience. “I just wanted to take a minute to thank the organization for putting their trust on us and giving us this opportunity. Also to all of you good humans that decided to use your money to come see us, I expect your follows by tomorrow.” He starts playing, the others matching the rhythm. A repeating single note. “To all the metalheads and non-metalheads here,” he adds, louder, his gaze fixing on Steve. “I’m taking groupie applications. The requisites are: One! Be a male, sorry ladies. Two! Be 25 years old. Three! Have great hair. And four, have at least one teen choice award for best shirtless scene.” There are confused sounds from the audience, but Eddie is grinning and Steve is laughing. “Very easy to meet, the backstage door is impossible to miss.” He flicks his gaze to the side, and Steve follows it to see a door at the side of the balcony. He sends him a thumbs up. “Okay, lets rock this shit!”

The concert ends with a bang, and Steve and Robin scurry off to the backstage door before people start coming up to go out for a smoke, because not many people seem to be going home yet, the venue staying open as a bar. They don’t run into any problem because again, an employee takes one good look at their face and opens the staff only door for them. Steve has to admit that sometimes being  so famous has its perks.

The sound of the music gets muted the moment the door closes behind them. The corridor is long, but they only have to follow the shouts of exited boys.

Eddie is the first person Steve sees when they get to the green room. He is jumping up and down while hugging his friends and they all scream. Steve crosses his arms and leans on the doorframe with a grin, Robin next to him. Eddie must catch the movement with his side eye because he stops and turns to them with a grin.

“I told you you were going to do great,” Steve says as a greeting.

The other boys finally stop too, and Steve sees the confusion and disbelief down on their faces when they take them in.

“Eddie, tell me I’m not seeing your imaginary boyfriend,” one of them says.

“You are Gareth, aren’t you? The roommate,” Steve says, pointing at him while he walks over. “Eddie has told me about you.”

Gareth takes his hand with his mouth wide open and barely a coherent thought behind his eyes. Steve sees Eddie’s eyes land with a laser focus on their clasped hands.

“Can’t believe I owe Chrissy twenty,” another boy says with a groan. Jeff, Steve is pretty sure.

“You bet I was making it up?” Eddie asks, offended.

“I bet you were too deep into a parasocial relationship.”

“And I bet you were getting scammed by a catfish,” the other boy says.

Robin lets out a cackle.

“I told Steve the same thing!”

They start talking around them, but Steve doesn’t care. He is two steps away from Eddie, he can see the sweat from the concert glistening on his skin, the deep brown of his eyes staring into him. He needs to close that distance. Before he can take a step forward, Eddie speaks.

“Do you want to come out for some fresh air? There’s a fenced back area for deliveries, should be empty.”

Does Steve want to go with Eddie to a spot with just the two of them? Fuck yeah.

“Yes! The air is so stuffy here, I might die if I don’t come out for a few minutes,” Robin says.

Eddie moves his eyes from Steve to her, his smile turning awkward.

“Right, yeah. Guys, we are stepping out for a couple minutes, okay?” Eddie calls out, taking a leather jacket from the back of a chair. “Follow me.”

Steve’s gaze drops to Eddie’s ass when he walks past them and back into the corridor. Fuck. He needs to close that distance.

Eddie holds the door to the outside for them, gesturing for them to come out with his other hand. His fingers are twitching, his whole body is, for that matter. He’s nervous, Steve can tell.

The door closes with bang after them, and they stand in the dimly lit outside. Robin is talking, and Steve feels just a bit bad about how Eddie and him are very obviously not listening to her.

Eddie is fiddling with the zippers of his jacket, his eyes roaming Steve’s body and flicking to Robin for a second from time to time.

They stay like that for a couple of minutes before Eddie takes a pack of cigarettes from a pocket of his jacket.

“You smoke?” he asks Steve.

“I’m an actor,” Steve says as answer.

Eddie smiles and, before Steve can reach out to grab a cigarette, Eddie has grabbed two and put both in his mouth. He moves to put the pack back in his pocket before he seems to remember that they are not alone and offers it to Robin, but she declines and starts talking about how tobacco is bad for your lungs and teeth, actually.

Steve can only look as Eddie lights both of the cigarettes at the same time and offers one to him. He takes it, their fingers brushing and sending electricity all through Steve’s body, their eyes fixed on each other.

“Okay, this is too much, I’m going inside.” Robin says, both boys turn to her. There is a beat of silence, and Steve realises she was waiting for one of them to say something, but they are both too late. “Your friend Chrissy was at the bar, right? I’ll tell her to get me a drink, you boys just… do whatever, no rush. Just- be careful or whatever.”

They stare at the door until it closes, the bang the one thing that makes Steve snap back towards Eddie. The boy is taking a drag of his cigarette and Steve mirrors him.

“Sorry, I just-“ Eddie starts. He is flicking the barely there ash. Steve can guess he needed something to do with his hands more than a real smoke. “Part of my brain is still trying to keep up with the fact that you are actually here and real and not a creation of my imagination.”

“Why? You fantasize about me that much?”

“Oh, you have no idea sweetheart,” Eddie answers with a sly smile.

Fuck. Hearing that directly from Eddie, looking at his face while he says it with no phone screen separating them is making the metre between them feel unbearable.

“You know what they say, sometimes you need to touch to believe.”

Eddie chuckles. “I’m not sure that’s right.”

But he still takes a step forward and the next thing Steve knows is that Eddie has a hand cupping his face and their lips are squeezed together in a messy kiss. Steve barely has time to answer to the kiss, drop the cigarette and grab Eddie back before the guy is pushing away and putting a hand up between them.

“Sorry, I should have- very real by the way.” Eddie says, punctuating the last part with a wave of his hand. “Great advice there, I-“

He can’t say more, because now it’s Steve pulling him closer into a kiss. There is no interruption now so the kiss goes on, and on, and Steve makes Eddie open his mouth to kiss him deeper, pulls him closer to him. This is everything he had hoped for and more. Eddie matches him beat to beat.

They get lost into it, until some voices come from their side, and Eddie pushes him away against Steve’s protests. He doesn’t allow him to go too far, one of his hands holding Eddie’s face and the other his hip close to his.

“You want to wake up to some scandalous headlines?” Eddie asks with a smile.

“Maybe they will get the memo if they find me on my knees for a guy.”

“Getting ahead of ourselves here, Steve,” Eddie says, but Steve sees how his eyes darken.

“Sorry, did you have better plans for tonight?”

Eddie shakes his head, “nothing that could beat corrupting the golden boy.”

“You think our friends will forgive us if we just leave?”

“Jesus, I really hope they do, I’m not stepping back inside and getting distracted.”

Steve laughs and kisses Eddie again, just a short press of lips. “Lead the way then.”

****

Steve.hrrgtn

New instagram story

Image id: a group playing on a stage, the lights surround them, a sea of hands holding drinks and heads below. There is a caption on it

“The gig of the century”

@/corrodedcoffin

ClubHarrington: Steve Harrington just shared an Instagram story from a metal concert in Chicago.

        MrsHarrington: since when does steve like metal??

        Stevenation: omg!!! He’s in my city Whats he doing here!!!

        Stebitch: guys a friend of mine went to the concert and told me that the guitarist said he was taking groupie applications and started describing Steve when he listed the requirements

               + What???? That’s just creepy, I hope Steve gets away from that fast

               + omg!! Did anyone record it?? I need the video! I need to see Steve’s reaction to that!!

Stebitch: they are a very small band so no one was recording but I swear he did

               + do you guys think they are…. You know….

                       - Your mind

****

Steve walks back into the room with two glasses of water and kicks the door closed behind him. Eddie is still naked on the bed -Steve hasn’t put any clothes back on himself- and he is lying on his side, snickering while he looks at his phone. Steve stops, takes a second to admire Eddie’s naked back.

Steve’s phone pings on the nightstand. There’s only one person he has his sound on for.

“Did you seriously just send a meme to me?”

Eddie turns his face to look at him, “sorry, force of habit.”

Steve lets out a sigh and puts the glasses down on the nightstand. He gets on the bed and hugs Eddie from behind, hooking his chin on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Come on, show me what’s so funny you had to send me now.”

Eddie scrolls back up.

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ꨄ ME AND THE KITCHEN WITH DIAMOND RINGS

COOKING KISSING W/ BF!MARK

wc: 0.5k warnings: uhh they makeout ig notes: i can't believe mark released 200 a whole year ago | LIBRARY

Mark can't cook. It's a simple fact that everyone knows.

But Mark isn't stupid. Anyone can follow a few instructions and throw a few things into a pot, stirring every once in a while to make sure things don't stick, and he's no different. He's done it a thousand times before and as long as he doesn't lose focus or slip up, which unfortunately happens a little too often for his liking, it goes pretty well.

So maybe, it's not really that Mark can't cook, more that he shouldn’t.

You can though, and your cooking, if you do say so yourself, isn't too bad, pretty good in fact.

So Haechan, cannot for the life of him understand why, when you and Mark are in the kitchen together, the food always turns out a little caramelised. Burnt, if he wasn't trying to protect your feelings.

He walked into the kitchen last week to the smell of something a little charred, noticing how you and Mark were already sighing and groaning about how difficult it'd be too clean the pot.

“You burned the food again?” he couldn't even act surprised, “What even happens in here when you two cook together.”

He should've figured from the way your cheeks flushed over and the tips of Mark’s ears turned red, but Haechan was too focused on hunting for something to satisfy his hunger from your fridge.

And you couldn't have been more glad that he didn't push any further, because God knows how you'd live it down.

But Mark doesn't seem to care. Not about being caught, and definitely not about the stew bubbling away on the stove on one end of the kitchen, because he had his arms looped around your waist, placing kisses to your cheek even after you'd both agreed to actually cook this time.

“Mark.’ You warned.

Your voice wasn't exactly intimidating or anything, so with a grin, he only continued to place kisses across your face, eventually trailing down your neck, in hopes he would change your mind.

But your grip on the spoon was firm, for all of maybe five minutes.

Soon enough your back was against the counter and your lips were moving against his, a hand pressed against his chest.

“Mark, we should really–”

He cut you off, “Kiss some more?” He smiled, taking in your features for a moment, “Yeah I agree.”

“Mark the food.”

He shrugged, pulling you into for another kiss, “Just one more.”

That was a lie if you'd ever heard one.

Because soon enough, Haechan had come through the kitchen door with two fingers dramatically pinched over his nose. You didn't notice of course.

“Guys I really don't understand how you manage to—.”

You froze, barely processing his words as Mark stumbled back, his hands halfway under your shirt.

“Oh my God.”

All you could do was clear your throat and smooth your hair down, leaving Mark to deal with Haechan, who stood in the doorway, mouth agape.

“I should've known you didn’t burn the food by accident.” He muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“Dude we were um, multitasking?”

Haechan scoffed, “What trying to start a family while making dinner?”

tags: @nebularsung @suzayaaa @nanawrlds @sinisxtea @dearlyminhyung @flaminghotyourmom @jisworlds @jenobubbles @nctdreamchaser @lotties-readings @mystverse @chenlezip @blondemrk @17ericas @ayukas

[mulloey]

so like… mtl likely to participate in hardcore cnc kink with the reader?

like, I think jun would be open to it because he’s good at acting and seems really observant but I’d like to see what your thoughts are on it and why ^-^

cnc with seventeen

first of all thanks to my girl @my-favefics for helping me with this!! and for getting me into writing svt in the first place.

this will be posted in three parts, beginning with the most eager and ending with the ones who might need a little convincing for it:)

warnings: cnc, rape roleplay, heavy dom/sub, the word ‘rape’ is used, fear play, manhandling, belting etc. this is intense. you’ve been warned. i’m not your babysitter and hate is blocked.

part one: the freaks

everything about cnc just screams seungcheol. he naturally assumes a dominant role over you, and he gets off on it too. the head rush he gets when you submit, giving yourself to him completely is comparable only to what he gets on stage—except with you, it’s so much more delicious. because you would let him do anything.

but what if he didn’t want you to let him?

what if he wanted you to struggle? what if he wanted to have to hold you down and force you to obey?

at first he’s disgusted with himself for having these thoughts. he feels like a terrible person, sick in the worst sense when he imagines you trying pathetically to fight him off, cowering and terrified when he finally subdues you. tears in your eyes as you beg him not to do this. beg him not to hurt you.

when he finally gathers the courage to bring it up he’s beyond nervous; stammering and shaking and refusing to meet your eyes until you grab his hand and nudge his face up to meet yours. “i wanna try it, cheollie,” you say.

silence, for a moment. “really?”

“yeah.”

you catch the glint in his eyes when he looks up at you; the darkness. the smile that grows on his face is nothing less than a warning.

he wouldn’t really be interested in the role play side of things; he doesn’t want to chase you down or break into the house with a knife. no, it wouldn’t do it for him if he were a stranger to you—it has to be him. you have to reject him. you have to be overpowered by him. you have to fear him—because it’s him. because you know the power he wields and all the things he’s capable of.

maybe he’ll make a move while you’re on the couch or in bed; you’ll make a show of pushing him off, hiding your excitement as you tell him you’re just not in the mood right now. and he’ll just tilt his head, cocking an eyebrow quizzically as he stares at you like you’ve just said something ridiculous. offensive, even.

“oh?” he says. “you’re saying no to me now? who taught you that, baby?”

“i have the right to say no, seungcheol.” you try to sound firm but your voice wobbles and his eyes flash with delight. “it’s my body.”

“oh is it?” he chuckles, a deep sound; and nothing about the man in front of you is the loving and considerate person he was seconds ago. “you really don’t know how this works, huh?”

“how what works?”

he moves quickly, pinning you to the couch and hovering over you like prey. “you let me have you,” he breathes. “you let me take you. that means i own you, baby. and you don’t say no to your owner.”

your breath hitches, adrenaline pulsing; despite your knowledge and delight at what’s happening a very real fear begins to pulsate as you kick and squirm under his grip, but he’s so strong he barely seems to notice. “this isn’t fucking funny, seungcheol,” you say. “i don’t like this.”

“poor thing,” he coos. “she doesn’t like this, huh? you know i could make this a lot worse for you, don’t you?”

“stop, cheol. please, i don’t—”

the strength of the slap seems to take you both by surprise; his eyes widen and you cry out, clutching your cheek but it only spurs him on. “you need to learn some respect,” he spits. “need to learn some fucking manners.”

you put up a good fight, of course; you kick and thrash and fight until your body gives out but he’s so much stronger than you—and if he has to physically drag you into position himself, or gag you with your own panties to stop you from screaming for help? then he fucking will.

it’s about time you learned your place.

—

you've always known jeonghan had a bit of a fear kink. and by a bit—well, he goes crazy for it. completely feral at the idea of you cowering beneath him; flinching when he raises his hand; reacting physically to his little displays of power.

it's his favourite game and it's yours too. it came up fairly early in your relationship; when you were just staring to explore more... extreme kinks, and had become aware of just how fucked up you both were. how much you loved it when he hit just a little too hard; used a bit too much pressure: pushed you just a little too far. he felt the way you'd clench around him when you broke down and cried; when he'd whisper threats in your ear and feel the pulse of fear rush through you.

so of course he wants to push it further. so do you.

so you don’t know why you’re so surprised when he comes up to you one day and asks if you want to play this new game he’s been thinking of.

from the look in his eye you have an inkling of what it might be; a hint of something so fucked up and depraved you’re the only person he could ever say it to. and you’re right, of course, as you usually are with him—but even you’re taken aback to hear the words “i want to rape you” come from his mouth.

“oh,” you whisper.

he raises an eyebrow, staring expectantly, if a little nervously at you. “what do you think?”

“it… in what context?” you ask.

“i mean… it wouldn’t be real, baby. you’d have a safeword. i just wanna… fuck.” he shakes his head, cheeks flushed already and it makes you pulse. he really, really wants this.

“wanna what?” you prompt.

“i wanna see you scared, pretty girl. like really, really terrified.”

oh. yes. you want to see that too.

he doesn’t tell you when he’s going to do it; wants it to be a surprise, he says. but you get a bit of a clue a few days later, when he reminds you seven times in the same morning what your safeword is.

still, for his sake you pretend to be surprised when the large presence behind you suddenly clamps a hand over you mouth and drags you over to the wall; slamming you into it with brute strength. there’s danger in his eyes; excitement on a level you’ve never seen and his dick is straining against his pants. “what do we have here?” he smiles. “walking around all pretty like that.” his eyes flicker down to your attire; the loose tshirt and panties clinging to your hips. “you were waiting for me, weren’t you?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking abou—”

he cuts you off with a hand around your throat, holding you in place with enough pressure to set your heart racing. “don’t lie,” he croons. “i know all about you, baby. i know how sluts dress when they’re wanting some attention.”

“i’m not lying.” you spit it through gritted teeth and his lips curl into a smile; somehow sweet and nauseating at the same time.

“well, let’s check, hm?”

you were definitely lying—you wore those pretty little panties you know he loves just to provoke him. unfortunately for you, your pussy does not lie, and when he slips two fingers into your panties his face tells you the jig is up.

“oh dear,” he muses. “i think you were lying, baby. i think you need to learn to tell the truth.”

“learn?” you echo. “how?”

his smile widens. “you ever had your ass fucked, dolly?”

that’s your cue, you decide; you shove him off you with all your strength and make a mad dash for the living room. he just watches you, amused more than irritated—he knows you’ve no chance of overpowering or escaping him. you just need to make a good attempt at it so you can feel like you resisted; can pretend you’re not just as aching for it as he is.

your tears don’t fool him; the sobbed pleas not to hurt you too much, not to do this, i’ll give you whatever you want, just please not this. they only spur him on—make his hips buck and his grip tighten on you. seeing you cry and writhe beneath him only makes him even more determined to destroy you—to ruin you in ways only he knows how. to make it hurt.

and he’d never tell you, but he was always a bit of a masochist too, so the cuts and scratches you leave while he subdues you only makes that first strangling squeeze of your asshole around his dick feel that much better.

—

minghao loves it when you cry. he really, really fucking loves it. to see you break down underneath him, calling his name pathetically between sobs; to see the tears on your face; the red cheeks and helpless eyes—to know that he’s the one who caused it all. there’s nothing like it on earth.

he wants to see you completely fucking broken. you’ve known it for a while now; you were just waiting for him to make the move.

he catches your arm one day as you’re walking past; pulling you towards him with a small smile. “by the way, sweetheart,” he purrs. “your safeword is turkey. don’t forget it.”

“why?” you giggle, sort of half-knowing already.

“because, pet,” he whispers. “from now on, unless you say that word… when you tell me stop, tell me too much, tell me it hurts… i’m gonna keep going. gonna use you til i’m satisfied. now doesn’t that sound fun?”

it really fucking does.

and once this new arrangements of yours is firmly established? he only gets more sadistic. he hits you harder, chokes you harder; drags you into alleyways and public bathrooms with a hand over your mouth just because he can. because you love it.

he’s been fucking you for what feels like hours now. you’re in the bed at least; a small mercy given how fond he’s become lately of forcing you onto all fours on the floor and fucking you until your knees are red and raw. but now your legs are stretched painfully as he holds them firmly on his shoulders and he’s drilling into you so hard it’s painful; saying such horrible things that it all just feels… too much.

and at the same time, it’s nowhere near enough.

but you know exactly what to say to get him to go harder.

“minghao.” you force the word out of your throat, raw and irritated from his earlier abuse. “stop.”

“what did you say?” he asks, not even slowing down for a second. “stop?”

“please, hao.”

he laughs, a sharp, bitter sound. “insolent little brat,” he grunts. “fucking bitch, you think you get to decide that? we’re done when i say we’re done, whore.”

“n-no,” you cry. you try to struggle, writhing under his grip and he slams his hand down on your clit, making you scream.

“yes,” he snarls. “shut up and take it, fuckdoll. this is my fucking pussy and i’ll use it until i’m done.”

you’re sobbing now, hot tears streaming down your face and he leans over you; eyes dark and delighted. “oh, that’s it,” he coos. “let it out, honey. i’ll take care of you. i’m gonna break your pretty brain until there’s nothing left.”

you can’t even talk now, too overwhelmed to think as the pace and force of his thrusts only quickens; you feel like you’re being split open, all your senses in overdrive and your entire body in pain and you’ve never, ever been more turned on.

he can tell.

“good girl,” he mutters. “so fucking wet for me. don’t worry, honey. i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

he does.

—

if there’s one thing that gets wonwoo off, it’s your size difference. doesn’t matter how big; he just adores it. he adores the way you look so tiny and fragile under him; how small your hand looks in his—how easy it would be to overpower you with his big, strong body.

but how easy would it be, if you actually put up a fight?

you never really have—you love it when he manhandles you; when holds you down, uses his size against you, so you’ve never really resisted it. the only taste he’s ever had of a true fight are those little play fights you have from time to time; stupid, half-heated fighting for stupid reasons. but even that was enough of a taste to drive him absolutely wild. he needs more. he needs to win you.

“sweetheart,” he calls for you as he walks into your apartment after work. you come running immediately as you always do, pulling him into a hug and he laughs. “hi, honey. you—”

you pull away suddenly, just enough to peer up at him with those wide, innocent eyes, and all else is forgotten. you look so small like this. he can’t wait any longer. he won’t.

“fuck,” he curses. you raise an eyebrow, head tilting. “baby. tiny girl.”

“yeah?” fuck, your voice is so soft. so weak.

“sweetheart. i wanna try something new with you.”

“o…okay.” you sound confused; a little nervous—good. you should be. “what is it, woo?”

“i want you to fight me off.”

the silence is thick and painful and never ending as he awaits your response; you blink once, twice, three times as you process what he’s said to you. “fight you off?” you repeat. “like, in sex?”

you don’t sound disgusted, at least—just unsure exactly what he’s asking you. he hums, nodding his head. "i want to overpower you, baby," he says. "i wanna earn that pussy—fight for it, you know? wanna see you struggle."

fuck. you do know, now that you think about it. "yeah," you say. "i think i wanna try it."

"yeah?" he grins, demeanour shifting; it amazes you sometimes, how quickly he can let the nerves fall away and fully envelop himself in what he's doing. "you wanna fight me off, baby?"

“yeah.” you swallow, lightheaded already. “i wanna.”

“good girl.”

you’re half expecting him to pounce on you straight away, but instead he presses a kiss to your forehead and walks off. you decide not to question him; knowing your boyfriend, he’s already got this planned out to the letter, and by the sounds of it, waiting and wandering when he’s going to strike is half the point.

but if he thinks taking you by surprise will make you easy to subdue, he’s dead fucking wrong.

the moment his hand closes over your mouth some days later, you’re ready; adrenaline kicks in instantly and you shove back against him; your hands fly up to claw at his forearm where he’s wrapped it around your neck, pressing against your throat with just enough pressure to make you panic. “come on, easy, easy baby.” his voice is soft, soothing and it fools no one. “don’t struggle, you know i don’t like it when you struggle.”

a lie, of course—his dick is rock hard and pressed against your ass, twitching each time you thrash and struggle against him. he loves his—even loves it when you bite down on his palm hard enough to draw blood.

“fuck,” he curses; he pulls his hand away from your mouth but the arm against your throat is more than enough to keep you still as he yanks your head back to meet his eyes.

the face that stares back at you is unlike you’ve ever seen it; none of the love and tenderness you can usually find even in the most intense of scenes—rather pure, uncompromising darkness. ice.

“you bitch,” he spits. “fuck, i was gonna be nice to you, y’know, was even gonna let you cum a few times but you obviously can’t behave.”

“fuck you,” you grunt. when his grip loosens momentarily you try to make a run for it but he just laughs, pulling you back into him as easily as if you were a tiny puppy who’d wriggled out of its leash.

“i don’t think so, doll,” he says. “you don’t run from me. now be good and i won’t have to hurt you too much, yeah?”

the answer is no, obviously, just as he wanted it to be—it doesn’t stop him from holding you by the hair and belting your ass raw while you cry and squirm on his cock, though.

doesn’t stop you from loving every second of it, either.

—

[scoupsakakitty]

can i request for angry love confession with san? like they’re fighting and one of them just blurts out “i love you!” to the other

make it angsty pleaseeeee

Say it Like you Mean it | idol!San x Reader | angst fluff

The rain hit the windows hard, as if the sky itself was angry.

San stood by the doorway, chest rising and falling, lips tight, eyes burning. You were on the other side of the room, arms crossed, your jaw clenched as if holding everything in.

“You never tell me what’s really going on,” he snapped, his voice sharp. “You shut me out and expect me to just—what? Pretend like I don’t notice?”

You shook your head, biting back the words. “Maybe because every time I try, you make it about you.”

He flinched, just slightly. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” you shot back. “Every time I let you in, you pull away. You care when it’s convenient. You show up when it’s easy.”

“That’s not true!” he barked. “I show up even when it hurts!”

Something in the room shifted. His voice cracked with that last word—hurts.

You looked at him, finally meeting his eyes. “Then why does it always feel like I’m alone in this?”

The silence between you was deafening. San’s fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. He took one step closer, then another—like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to walk away or fall into you.

And then, through gritted teeth, voice shaking—he exploded.

“Because I love you, damn it!”

You froze. The rain kept hitting the glass, but inside, everything stopped.

“I love you,” he said again, quieter this time. “And it terrifies me. Because every time I look at you, I think about what it would do to me if I lost you. So yeah, I pull back. I get scared. But don’t you ever say I don’t care.”

You stared at him, eyes wide, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.

“Say something,” he whispered.

You couldn’t. Not yet. Because you knew—if you said anything now, it might break you both wide open.

The room was too quiet after his words shattered the air.

San’s chest heaved. His jaw clenched like he was holding something back—more words, maybe. Or the fear that he’d said too much.

Y/N didn’t move. She stood completely still, eyes locked on him like she didn’t recognize the man in front of her.

“I love you,” he repeated, softer now, like it hurt to say again. “I love you. That’s the truth. You want honesty? That’s all I’ve got.”

Her breath caught, like the words hit somewhere in her chest she wasn’t ready to open. Her hands dropped from their crossed position, fingers twitching at her sides.

“I didn’t…” she started, then stopped. “I didn’t know.”

San laughed bitterly, running a hand through his rain-damp hair. “You did know. You just didn’t want to believe it.”

Her eyes flashed. “No. Don’t you dare blame this on me. You’ve been pulling away for weeks, San. You don’t get to say ‘I love you’ like it makes everything okay.”

“I know it doesn’t fix anything,” he snapped, the emotion rising again. “But what else do you want from me? I’ve been holding it in for months. Do you think that was easy?”

“I didn’t ask you to hold anything in!” she cried. “I’ve been here, right in front of you, waiting for you to just talk to me. But you act like I’m the problem.”

His face broke at that. “You’re not the problem. You never were. I just… I didn’t think I deserved you.”

That silenced her.

He took a shaky breath and stepped forward. “You’re strong. You’re everything. And I’m… not. I’m a mess. I get overwhelmed. I don’t know how to be in love without ruining everything.”

Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper. “Then why say it now?”

“Because I thought I was going to lose you tonight,” San said. “And I couldn’t let that happen without telling you the truth.”

The tension that had stretched like barbed wire between them finally loosened—just slightly.

Her lips trembled. “Do you even know what you’re saying, San? You say you love me, but you’ve been shutting me out. Making me feel like I’m just… here. Like I’m temporary.”

He shook his head violently. “No. God, no. You’re not temporary. You’re the only constant. That’s what scared me.”

She let out a shaky laugh, the sound half-exhausted, half-broken. “You’re afraid of losing me, and I’m afraid of not being wanted. How messed up is that?”

San finally stepped close enough that she could feel the heat of him again. His voice dropped low, rough. “Then we’re both messed up. But we don’t have to keep hurting each other because of it.”

Y/N looked up at him. Her expression was softer now, but guarded.

“Say it again,” she whispered.

He blinked. “What?”

“Say it again,” she said. “If you mean it.”

San exhaled like he’d been underwater. He cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing against the tear-tracks she didn’t even realize were there.

“I love you,” he said, steady this time. “And I’m sorry for every time I made you doubt it.”

Her heart broke and healed all in the same breath.

“I love you too,” she whispered. “And I hate that I’ve been waiting for you to say it while pretending it didn’t matter.”

His forehead dropped against hers. “You matter. So much more than I ever let myself show.”

They stood like that for a long moment, breathing in sync, letting the storm outside roar as the one inside finally began to calm.

“I don’t want to fight like this again,” she murmured.

“Then don’t let go,” he said. “Even when I’m scared. Even when I mess it up. Just… stay. Please.”

She leaned into his touch. “I’ll stay. But only if you promise to meet me halfway.”

San nodded, a quiet desperation behind his eyes. “I promise. I want this. I want you.”

He kissed her then—not a perfect kiss, not a cinematic moment—but one filled with too much emotion, too many unsaid words, and months of held-back longing. It was messy, tear-streaked, aching, and real.

When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers again.

“No more running,” she whispered.

“No more hiding,” he replied.

The rain began to soften outside, as if even the sky had calmed with them.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer felt his throat and chest get tight, it's not that he didn't care about Adam he did! So much! Too much...... But he can admit that what happened was a mistake....... This never should have happened.

G!Adam: No kidding.

Adam: Luci?

Lucifer opened a portal and got Adma through into his room: It's been a long day Addie....... Maybe later we can watch a movie or something but I need a little alone time okay?

Adam deflated: Is it..... Because of me?

G!Adam: Yes.

Lucifer: No. I need a shower and a change of clothes, so give me an hour? Please don't wander off like that again.

Adam: Okay Luci.... I umm, I have my plants.

Lucifer smiled: Yeah, your plants need you buddy.

He gave him a tight hug before going to his own room. He really did need a shower he was sweaty as fuck.

G!Adam: Hot.

Lucifer: You're not helpful.

G!Adam: I'm not here to help, I'm here to mock.

Lucifer: Look, I'm fucking sorry okay!? I'm sorry I believed what she said, I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I didn't protect you when you fucking needed me the most but you know what I will never be fucking sorry for? Loving you! Because I did! And I do! That's why I'm taking CARE of him and yes maybe it is fucking selfish but I don't care! I can't change the fucking past and make things right because trust me when I say that if I could I fucking would! I would choose you like I was going to! But I didn't....... It's all my fault. But I have a chance to be who I should have been in the first place and......

If heaven knew Adam was alive, Lucifer would probably never see him again. And that was harder than him being dead for good.

Lucifer stormed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

G!Adam: Still here. Ooou, am I gonna get a show?~

Lucifer groaned: Why are you here? I am trying to make things right, I'm fucking TRYING! You act like I'm the only flawed person in the universe.... I-I'm.....

Lucifer sat down on the edge of his tub and sobbed: I'm sorry..... I-I'm so fucking s-sorry......

In Your Head

Lucifer sighed as he held the guitar that he took from the battlefield. It was Adams guitar and aside from a few scratches it looked like it was in perfect condition.

Lucifer: I'm going to miss you old friend.

Though, was friend the right word? Adam was so much more than a friend to Lucifer.

Watching him get stabbed like that had been very hard.

Was it though?

Lucifer snapped his head up, eyes wide as he looked at the angel he thought to be long dead, his helmet gone and golden blood staining his robe.

Lucifer: A-Adam? What, how are you here!?

Adam smiled at him and it was too sweet for the Adam of today the one that he turned into. But not the Adam he knew in Eden.

Adam: Oh come on Luci, you're smarter than that. No one comes back from an angelic blade to the heart. Thanks for that by the way.

That nickname sliced through his core, he hadn't heard it in so long he almost forgot that's what Adam used to call him.

Lucifer: You're not real are you?

Adam: Bingo baby! Awww, it's actually sweet. You miss me so much that I actually take up space in that head of yours.

Lucifer: Why are you so..... Nice? But look like that?

Adam shrugged and moved to sit down beside him: Probably because you don't really remember what I looked like in Eden, but more how I acted. So you just kinda...... Married the past with the present. I don't know boo, it's your mind.

Lucifer felt Adam touch his hair as if to tuck it behind his ear, but since he wasn't real the hand just went right through him.

Lucifer: I don't get it, you weren't like this in Eden.

Adam: Maybe I'm a version you've always wanted.

That made sense in a way.

Lucifer: Why would I want a polite slightly flirty version of you?

Adam smiled gently and leaned in: Come on Luci, you know why. Stop lying to yourself.~

His breath hitched in his throat, sure he had always thought about what could have been between them but...... It was always just a fantasy.

Adam: A fantasy you could have made real.~

Lucifer: You didn't want me.

Adam: How would you know? You never asked or tried. You could have had me all to yourself.

Lucifer: I could have?

Adam: Yeah. But now you never will.

@fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

[towasdandelion]

Can you also make a part two with sinostra frostheim and mortkranken with hickey smau?

👉👈

Yes! Here it is, the last part basically hehe. Hope you like it! Warning suggestiveeee

Sinostra, Mortkranken and Frostheim ghouls when they leave a hickey on you

Taiga... Do I even have to say anything? He treats biting you like a full time job. And he doesn't care about his surroundings either. You can be minding your own business taking a walk around the campus and he will just appear out of nowhere and bite your neck, getting a very embarrassing sound out of you. Shame? Not in his dictionary. So yeah, don't expect him to take your whining seriously in any way. It's not going to change anything whatsoever. But hey, at least he's usually careful enough not to hurt you with his sharp teeth!

Romeo will literally lie through his teeth. He always says how unhygienic and weird it is and how he would never bruise your skin like that but then somehow, mysteriously some marks appear on your neck. Naturally you just had to confront him about it. And behold, there's your one in a million chance to see Romeo embarrassed. He's annoyed with himself. Why couldn't he just resist? What was so good about it that made him think about doing it again? Well, I advise against teasing him too much or he will legit get upset. If it happens again don't bring it up either. Just accept his love bites.

Ritsu hmm I guess he would sneak one in here and there when he's feeling extremely affectionate. Or when you two are studying and he catches a glimpse of your exposed neck. He's not really embarrassed about it either. It's just one of the ways to express his love after all, so your reaction is a bit confusing. Oh, so it's about your image? You do have a point then. As the best lawyer, he cares about his appearance a lot after all. It won't really make him stop biting you though, no. He will just leave his love bites somewhere no one else can see them from now on.

Don't ask me why but I see Jiro being addicted to biting you. He just loves seeing and tracing the small bruises with his fingertips whenever it's just the two of you. He genuinely doesn't realize the effect he has on you. Affection is a normal part of every healthy relationship, isn't it? You could say it's very straightforward for him. He doesn't see the point in hiding anything. If he likes someone, he shows it - fair and simple. So long as you're okay with it, he won’t stop marking you with those subtle signs of how much he cares.

The "this is unsanitary!!" guy number two - Yuri. He swears he would never do something like that, adding how's there are many better ways to show affection. And yet... One day you see a small purplish mark on the back of your neck. (Yes he was trying to be sneaky hoping maybe you wouldn't notice it there) Let's just say he's less than pleased when you bring it up. It's just for science he says! (Science my ass he's just delusional and won't admit his desires for you) Well, he understands your embarrassment because he's pretty embarrassed himself. Probably won't do it ever again unless you reassure him it's okay. You should also promise him that you won't be bringing it up each time it happens.

Jin’s definitely an actions speak louder than words kind of guy, so marking you is right up his alley. He loves reminding you that you’re his whether it’s his hand on your waist everywhere you go, or draping his jacket over your shoulders like it’s second nature. Though his favorite is actually marking you. He doesn’t see why you’d get so embarrassed about it. To him, it’s just natural and instinctive. A quiet, physical way of saying mine without needing to say a word. And if you catch him glancing at it later with that faint smirk? Yeah, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Tohma usually goes for kisses rather than hickeys, so you might feel caught off guard when you notice a small mark on your collarbone peeking from underneath your unbuttoned shirt. Oh, so at least he was considerate enough to leave it somewhere a bit less visible. When you ask him about it later, he’ll just smile, asking you to show it to him. That one picture from you makes him sure - this is not going to be the last one. It’s rare for him to act like that, but now that he’s started? He’s definitely not planning to stop.

Lucas isn’t the type to act on impulse, especially not with you. He’s always measured, always gentle, so when you catch a mark low on your neck it genuinely catches you off guard. You send him a photo later, asking if he’s aware of what he left behind. He doesn’t deny it of course. He feels a little embarrassed getting exposed like that but that's something he can put aside. What he can't however is your reaction. He's hoping he didn't make you feel to uncomfortable or weird. What can I say, sometimes even someone like Luca will give in to his desires

Kaito is not exactly known for bold moves. Don't get me wrong he wants to make a move here and there but often he just.. chickens out, thinking its probably not a good moment. And so the tiny mark just under your collarbone unexpected, to say the least. He’s more the type to apologize for breathing too loud. You decide to confront him about your finding. The 'read' appears immediately but there's no reply. He's probably screaming into his pillow right now. Five minutes later your phone buzzes with a flood of texts - panicked, and awkward. He may be spiraling but deep down he’s also a little proud, smug even. Just too scared to admit it out loud.

[you-little-arsonist]

sooooo, i haven't read everyone's takes yet but. my expectations for a buddie hint in the finale were higher than i realized and i'm not Great At Emotions so i had to kind of sit with my disappointment for a while bc i felt upset, and i felt kind of stupid for being upset. but after i turned it off, logged the fuck out for a few hours, got some sleep, and talked it out a little with a pal, i feel a lot better and things seem clearer

everyone's feelings are valid, feel however you feel about it, i am not here to be all toxic positivity. to anyone. i was really disappointed. after the ryliver press tour, the kitchen scene, and all the callbacks that made me think they were going to drop a buddie hint, it sucked when they didn't. am i way too invested in the gay firefighters on the gay firefighter show? probably i guess

but. i don't think it's as bad as it felt last night. like, we didn't get an explicit reference to buddie, but we didn't get nothing, either. we have actually gotten quite a few significant things in the episodes leading up to the finale. lots of feelings!! buck thinking about his feelings for eddie, eddie letting him know he needed him when bobby died, those things are not nothing. they're small steps toward a big thing. it's going to take a lot of small steps to get there

just some thoughts

eddie and chris are back in LA, and eddie back in LA means buck has to physically look him in the eye after now having been asked about his feelings for him. that's going to have to be addressed

sure buck is looking for apartments but why is he doing so in the most pitiful, meow meow way. his bestie is home, you'd think he'd be thrilled, but no he looked sad in a way that wasn't tied to bobby. personally i feel that there's something there that's going to have to be addressed

not to keep going about GA this GA that but as a friend pointed out, for the queers the slow burn might have started in season 2, but for those GA viewers, the slow burn hasn't even started yet. the seed was only just planted by tommy and maddie. we're going to have to show the general audience the YEARNING, it's about the PINING. do you see the vision

as for the queerbaiting allegations, those feelings are valid and i stand by that, but personally - for me - i don't feel truly queerbaited by a show that has so much queer rep and partly run by queer ppl (i know it can happen, i saw teen wolf happen but i don't think that's what's happening here) and for myself i feel like maybe it's okay to lean on that a little and trust it. maybe i will get hurt again, but i do have more trust in this show than i did for say, a prior unnamed show where the writers were actively homophobic

basically tldr i don't think it was queerbaiting, i still think they're doing buddie slowburn, they're just doing it slow. and you want slow, even if it feels unbearable now, so they do it right. there wasn't time in this episode to do anything justice, and i see that now that i've put down the ryliver cocaine and slept it off a little

which, final point - if you are doing a queer slowburn, turning the ryliver chemistry hose on full blast on a press tour before the finale is shitty but actually a smart strategy to keep the ratings up and the queers occupied going into hiatus without giving the GA whiplash, no matter how it makes me feel personally. yeah it's an underhanded, show business-y dick move to do it before the finale but i don't think that automatically makes it queerbait or means they won't do buddie. just my unpopular opinion i guess

[orellazalonia]

Oops, I Joined a Cult Again

Summary: You joined a cult. That’s it. (Bucky Barnes x chaotic!reader)

Word Count: 900+

A/N: Same as the unhinged/chaotic reader series, supposed to be shorter but then I added more group chat shenanigans. I wanted something quick while I work on other stuff. Sorry if it’s messy. Happy reading!!!

Main Masterlist | Original Fic

Bucky Barnes had one job: watch your back on the infiltration mission.

He didn’t know that meant literally watching you disappear into a torchlit temple deep in the mountains and emerge forty-eight hours later in robes, glowing, smiling cheerfully, and being worshiped as the reincarnation of a snake god.

“They call me The Hissening,” You whispered, eyes far too wide, far too smug.

“I told you not to touch the statue,” Bucky muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as the robed people behind you chanted in perfect sync: “HISSSSSSS.”

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48 HOURS EARLIER

The briefing was simple. Infiltrate and investigate a rising cult rumored to be a Hydra front. No weapons. No overt powers. In and out.

Naturally, Tony turned to you and said, “You’re on distraction duty. Just… go be yourself.”

You took it as a compliment. It was not.

You and Bucky parachuted into the outskirts of the mountains under cover of night, both in tactical gear. Silent and focused… until you turned to him mid-descent and yelled, “DO YOU THINK CULTS HAVE SNACKS?”

“…What?”

“LIKE HOLY GRAHAM CRACKERS OR- wait, no, Blessed Chex Mix!”

He didn’t respond. He just stared straight ahead, wondering for the millionth time what cosmic punishment he was paying for to be partnered with you on this particular mission.

The problem was never that you were bad at missions. In fact, in combat, you were terrifying. Strategic. Surgical.

But in deep cover? You were yourself, which is how exactly five minutes after entering the temple courtyard, you said:

“Nice snake statue. Can I boop it?”

And when the head priest responded, “Only the Chosen One may lay a finger upon the sacred Fang of Enlightenment,” You touched it immediately, whispered “boop,” and passed out.

When you woke up, glowing faintly with what may have been divine energy (or some type of poisoning), the cult declared you their prophesied leader.

You didn’t correct them.

-

BACK TO PRESENT

Bucky had finally gotten inside. Posing as a new recruit, hood up, mouth shut, inner turmoil vibrating at a ten. He spotted you instantly. You were standing on a golden platform, arms open, and being fanned with palm leaves.

“Hey,” He hissed when he reached you. “Mission. Hydra. Ringing any bells?”

You waved vaguely. “They have really good soup here.”

“This is not the time for soup.”

You nodded solemnly. “There is always time for soup.”

Someone handed you a ceremonial staff. You took it. It was sparkly.

You then whispered to Bucky, “So here’s the thing… I might’ve said we should cleanse our enemies in a fire of spiritual rebirth. Which they interpreted as actual fire. So, like… maybe be cool about that.”

He blinked at you.

“You started a holy war, didn’t you.”

You smiled brightly. “Only a small one.”

That night, under cover of darkness, the two of you escaped; you still in full ceremonial garb, Bucky dragging you by the elbow while you shouted goodbye to your “disciples.”

One of them threw a snake at you in farewell. You caught it. You named it Gary.

Steve, upon your return, asked what happened.

You saluted and said, “I was a god for three days and it changed me. Also I have this soup recipe now.” You handed him a scroll. When he opened it, it was blank.

Bucky looked at you, exhausted, covered in ash, a little bruised, holding a snake in one hand and your glitter-covered robes in the other.

“…You are the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me,” He said.

You winked. “But I’m your weirdo.”

“Yeah, you are.”

-

Bonus Debriefing.

Group Chat:

Tony: Okay, so. Roll call. Who let them start a religion??

Clint: AGAIN?!?

Sam: Are we seriously ignoring the snake?? Why does she still have the snake?

You: his name is Gary, he chose me

Bucky: The snake did not choose you. You caught him and said “I am your mother now.”

You: and he accepted me

Wanda: Did you eat something weird again? The last time you said a goat “chose you” we had to evacuate a whole town.

Steve: Back up. How did we go from “infiltrate Hydra cult” to “being crowned a divine prophet of the hiss age”?

Bucky: Because she touched the sacred artifact. While they were giving a warning not to.

You: i wanted to boop it 🐍✨

Bruce: [Image attached: Security cam still of you dramatically booping a snake statue and passing out like a Victorian child seeing ankles.]

Tony: Okay but why are you glowing in this?

You: i think I absorbed a minor god

Sam: Define “minor.”

You: likeee a demi-snake. A snack god

Bucky: You said, quote: “Let the hiss of salvation whisper in your soul or something.”

Tony: You started preaching???

You: they gave me a podium! what else was I supposed to do? NOT use it!?

Natasha: …Yes?

Clint: wait, so did we ever find out if the cult was a Hydra front or…

Steve: Nope. She gave a sermon and declared Bucky her “divine enforcer.”

Bucky: Yeah. Still mad about that.

You: srry Prophet Punchy

Tony: We are never letting you go on recon again.

Bruce: I still want to know how you pulled off a glowing aura with no tech or magic.

You: I ate three glowsticks on accident.

Wanda: …

Steve: …

Bucky: This is not a joke. I watched it happen.

You: I thought they were minty tubes.

Sam: Was anyone else weirdly inspired by her speech though?

Steve: Sam.

Sam: I’m just saying I felt something 🐍

Bucky: I felt betrayal and secondhand shame.

You: don’t worry guys, the cult disbanded peacefully. i left them a doctrine :)

Tony: A what.

You: [Image attached: Crayon drawing of a snake with sunglasses saying “BE NICE. EAT SOUP. HISS IF THREATENED.”]

Bruce: This is shockingly coherent.

Clint: I hate how effective it is.

Thor: I would like to join this religion. It seems wise. HISS.

[Thor has been muted again.]

[ldydeath]

Feels Like I'll Die Without You 6 | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You finally admit your feelings to yourself and take matters into your own hands to get the future you want. Consequences be damned. Word Count: 2k Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Unprotected p in v, fluff Author’s Note: Y’all we’re finally here - a decision has been made. We’re nearing the end of these two crazy kids’ journey. I hope this part was worth all the pain. The rest of the series can be found here.

Leaving LA had left a sour taste in your mouth. You couldn’t go another month without talking to Jiyong. This wasn’t what you wanted anymore. You were always going to have feelings for him, you just needed to stop being so scared before you lost him forever. 

Arriving at your tour destination you’d called up your management team and explained what was going on. That you were pregnant and as much as you wanted to tour there was too much going on in your personal life to continue on with this tour and stay healthy. You’d gone to instagram as soon as you’d been given the ok to announce the cancellation of your tour due to personal reasons.

You might be ruining your career, but you needed to fix your personal life before you ruined everything. You knew Jiyong was heading back home before his next tour stop and you were planning on meeting him there. 

Consequences be damned. If you didn’t do this now, you might never. Limiting the comments on your tour announcement, you turned your phone off and settled in for the long flight to South Korea. 

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Jiyong frowned as his thumb hovered over your instagram post. He couldn’t help but feel like he was somewhat responsible for your tour announcement. That, or something had happened to the baby in the few hours you’d been apart. Closing the app, he swiped on your name and let out a frustrated groan as it went straight to voicemail. You were never fully offline. 

“You ok?” He turned to Sam, the girl he’d been seeing and nodded his head. 

“Yeah, just can’t get a hold of someone.” He shrugged, sliding his phone into his pocket. 

“I’m sure they’ll call you when they can.” She smiled, turning her attention back to the move the two of them had been watching. 

“Yeah.” He sighed, pulling his phone back out to read the post again. Looking for clues. Where the fuck were you? 

Have you heard from y/n?  He fired the text of before he could take it back, a reply from Youngbae came within seconds.

No? I thought you were over her.

She’s pregnant. 

He scratched his head, moving away from Sam. This wasn’t a conversation he was willing to have with her - maybe ever. She was a good distraction, but she wasn’t you. 

Fuck. Yours? 

Yes.

When did you…? You know what, it doesn’t matter. You got a mess on your hands, Ji. You better figure out what you want and let that poor girl go if it’s y/n. 

She doesn’t want me, it doesn’t matter what I want. 

When did you last see her?

When I was in LA. I told her about Sam. 

…and she canceled her world tour, something she’s been dreaming about for years. Yeah, my guy. She wants you. 

A knock at the door nearly made Jiyong drop his phone. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, Sam had moved to answer the door. Jiyong stopped in his tracks when he saw you. Your eyes wide as you took in the sight of Sam. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I must have the wrong apartment.” You hadn’t spotted Jiyong standing in the hallway. 

“Holy shit. You’re…I didn’t know you and Jiyong were friends!” Sam squealed. “I’m a huge fan.” Jiyong moved slowly. Your eyes catching his. 

“We’re not. Just the wrong apartment, sorry.” You turned and left.

You knew he’d been seeing someone but he had said it wasn’t serious. So why was she answering the door to his apartment? Seemed more serious than he’d let out. 

“That was weird.” Sam frowned, shutting the door and turning to face Jiyong. 

“I have to go, don’t be here when I get back.” 

He didn’t bother to look back as he raced out of the apartment, calling your name as he slammed the front door behind him. He’d made his choice, it was always going to be you. But you were already gone, he hadn’t been quick enough. With a defeated sigh he headed back inside his now empty apartment. He tried your phone again but it was still going straight to voicemail. 

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A few hours later Jiyong heard the faint sound of knocking from his balcony. He’d been chain smoking since you left, a habit he was trying to quit now that he was going to be a dad. Putting out his cigarette he made his way to the front door. Eyes widening when he saw you. 

“Didn’t think you’d come back.” He stepped aside, letting you in. 

“Slight overreaction on my part.” You shrugged as you made your way inside. “Forgot my phone was off and saw you called. A lot.” 

“That wasn’t all at once.” His hands raising in the air in self defense. “When I saw you canceled your tour I was worried. When you didn’t answer, I worried more.” 

You moved to sit down, letting out a sigh. The events of the past few days catching up to you. Jiyong noticed your mood shift, he always did and rushed to your side.

“I’m ok.” You smiled up at him, not pushing him away for once. “I’m sorry I worried you. I just needed to see you.” 

Jiyong nodded, moving to sit down next to you. “Okay, but why?” 

“Because I lied.” You bit your lip. “I do know how I feel about you. I felt it when I saw you that night we ran into each other and I’ve not been able to get you out of my head. I’m so in love with you, Jiyong. I feel like maybe I have been my entire life. I was just scared to admit it. But I can’t do this. I can’t see you once a month and pretend like everything is fine. Or watch you fall in love with someone else. I’m so tired. Tired of being scared, tired of not being with you. Tired of fighting this. I’m sorry for everything I’ve -“

Jiyong’s lips cut you off before you could finish your sentence. The tension of the day fading away as he kissed you slowly. Your lips moved against his, your body moving to face him fully as he deepened the kiss. Your arms snaked around his neck as his wrapped around you, pulling you to him until you were straddling his lap. 

Jiyong poured all the love he felt for you into the kiss, taking his time with you. This was always how it was supposed to be, not some rushed act of desperation in a bathroom. He had twelve years of lost time to make up for, now that he had you he wasn’t letting you go. 

He moved, his hands holding onto your thighs as he stood up, bringing you with him. Your legs wrapped around him tightly as he carried you to the bedroom. He sat you down carefully on the bed, before kneeling down in front of you. He helped you out of your shoes, and then your pants before finally lifting your top off you slowly. 

He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you before his lips were back on yours. Your hands moved to undo his fly, pushing his pants down. You weren’t going to be the only one undressed. Your hands roamed his body, sliding under his shirt and pulling it up. He broke the kiss to discard it. His lips latching onto your neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses down your body. 

He stopped at your stomach, the slightest bump showing and he grinned as he kissed you gently before moving back up, kissing all the way back to your lips as he positioned himself between your thighs. His eyes locked on yours as he sunk into you slowly. 

He took his time, letting your body adjust to him being inside of you and your back arched, your hands moving to his back, pushing him in further. Jiyong rolled his hips against yours, his dick twitching inside of you and you moaned, your back arching as he began moving slowly. 

Jiyong leaned in, kissing you slowly, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as you let out a moan. Your tongues danced together as your body matched his movements. Your legs moving up to wrap around him, helping guide his movements. 

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips before burning his head in your neck, his movements getting faster. 

Your hand moved to cradle the back of his head as yours fell back against the mattress, your hips rolling against his, causing him to groan against your neck. He bit down on your skin gently, making sure he didn’t leave a mark before he lifted his head back up. His eyes locking on yours as your moans got louder. He slipped his hand between the two of you, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit,  bringing you closer to the edge. 

“I’m so close.” You panted. 

“Come for me.” He encouraged his movements getting faster. 

You came undone, his name falling from your lips. With one finally thrust, he rolled his hips against yours, coming inside you. The only sound in the room was the soft sounds of your moans as he stayed inside of you, as you rode out your orgasms. Your hands holding onto him tightly before you fell back against the mattress. Your body relaxing against him. 

Jiyong pulled out of you slowly, kissed your lips softly and got out of the bed to retrieve two robes. Helping you into one before sliding into his. 

“So, we’re doing this then?” He glanced down at you a smirk on his lips. 

“Yeah, I don’t want to waste anymore time. I think we’ve done enough of that.”

He pulled you to him, his lips brushing the top of your head. There was still so much to figure out. Like where you’d live. You’d never taken that step the first time you’d been together but now there was a baby involved.

“Oh.” You sat up, looking around in the bed for your bag. “I have something for you.” 

You ran out of the room, Jiyong falling back against the headboard as he watched you. You came back a few minutes later, the ultrasound picture in hand.

“You should have a picture of her too.” You handed it to him. “And this.” You pulled out a flash drive giving it to him. 

He looked at it with a raised brow before turning his head back to you. 

“It’s a video. I thought you might want to use her heartbeat for something sometime.” You shrugged. 

Jiyong grinned, leaning into kiss you. Pulling away he set the photo on his nightstand, now he’d have both of his girls with him all the time. 

“It’s perfect. You're perfect. She’s perfect. Thank you.” 

“I think we should announce it, Ji.” You pulled your phone out. 

“What, us? Don’t take a picture of me, I’m indecent!” You snorted, rolling your eyes. 

“Bathrobe in Japan showed more skin than you are right now.” You beamed at him. “But no, look.” You pulled up the draft you had saved on your instagram. 

He took the phone from you, looking it over and nodded his approval. You tagged him in it and hit post. It took only seconds for the comments and likes to start coming in. Jiyong reached for his phone to accept the tag request so that the post would show on both of your pages, front and center. 

There would’ve been a time he’d want to keep something like this private, but he was tired of hiding. This was all he’d ever wanted, a life with you, a child, and he was finally getting it all. He stared at the coming soon post, a smile on his face as he pulled you back to him. You had plenty of time to figure out the rest of your lives, tonight was about reconnecting with you, the love of his life. 

If you’d told him the night he ran into you again this was how it was going to end, he wouldn’t have believed you.  He didn’t know how he’d managed to get so lucky, but he thanked whatever lucky stars were looking out for him. His lips brushed against yours again. He planned to show you how much he loved you all night long. 

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[obvithe-bestsoph]

48 and 49 with pau cubarsi please 🙏🙏🙏

No. 48 | "Just get over here and kiss me." PC2 masterlist requests

prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!) warnings: none.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of Pau’s La Masia dorm, flipping through a stack of old trading cards he insisted on showing you, and regretting every life decision that led to now. 

“This one,” he says, holding up a card dramatically proudly, “is from when I was, like, seven. It’s a rare one.”

You squint. “It’s literally a sticker of Messi with a crease down the middle.”

“Yeah. I bent it while carrying it around in my backpack. Still kept it, though. Loyalty.”

You shake your head, half-laughing, half-charmed. “You’re such a nerd.” “Says the girl who colour-coded her class timetable.”

You throw a pillow at him. He catches it in midair like he saw it coming before you’d even thought of picking it up, smug as hell. 

You hate how good he looks when he’s being annoying.

The thing with Pau is - it’s always like this. The teasing. The soft touches when he thinks you aren’t paying proper attention. The way he’ll make you breakfast without asking, but then pretend it was “leftover” from what he made for himself. You’ve been circling each other for months, both of you too shy, or maybe too scared, to admit what’s been going on between the two of you.

And now here you are. Back at his, alone, stretched out in a sun-filled bedroom with nothing but time and a peaceful silence… and an obnoxious football card collection. It would be perfect, if he’d just do something about the fact that you’re obviously into each other. 

You look up from the cards. “You know we can stop pretending, right?”

He glances at you, eyebrows raised. “Pretending what? The Messi card is real, I promise.”

You roll your eyes. “I wasn’t talking about the dumb ass card, idiota. I mean pretending that this whole… thing isn’t happening.”

You watch him hesitate, his fingers still fidgeting with the edge of one of the cards. You don’t miss the way his eyes flick to your lips for half a second. 

“I’m not pretending,” he says finally, quiet, but firm. 

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting anything,” you shoot back. “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We’ve been dancing around this forever, and I’m tired.”

Pau sets the cards down with a sigh and leans back against his bed. “You’re the one who freaked out the last time we got too close.”

You blink. “That was two months ago, and you had just pulled some ‘we’re just friends’ line out of nowhere. I panicked!”

He laughs, low and almost fond. “You panic loud.”

“I’m passionate.”

“You’re chaotic.”

“Same thing.”

He shakes his head, a grin tugging at his lips. But then it fades a little, and he looks at you seriously, the way he only does when he’s letting the walls come down.

“You really want to do this?” he asks. “Like… properly?”

You don’t even hesitate. “I’m literally begging you to stop being weird about it.”

A beat of silence.

And then he gives you that look again. The one that makes you feel like the only person on the planet. Like he’s memorizing every inch of your face and filing it away for later.

You blink, suddenly nervous under the weight of it. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I’m trying to figure out if you mean it.”

“I do.”

“Good,” he says softly.

“Good,” you echo, suddenly breathless.

But of course, he doesn’t move. He just stays there, staring at you, and you’re not sure if he’s overthinking it or being stubborn or just enjoying watching you squirm.

You frown. “Seriously?”

“What?”

“This is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me.”

He raises a brow. “You’re not even sitting close to me.”

“God, you’re so annoying.”

“Just saying. You want something, maybe come get it.”

You groan and flop back on the carpet. “You’re impossible.”

“You’re dramatic.”

You sit up, eyes narrowed. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what?”

“Making me say it.”

He smiles challengingly. “Maybe.”

You point at him. “You’re such a menace.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

And that’s it. You’ve officially had it.

You scramble to your feet, cross the room in three steps, and stop right in front of him where he’s still leaning against the bed, arms loose at his sides, watching you with infuriating calm.

You scowl, hands on your hips. “Just get over here and kiss me.”

His smirk drops in an instant.

“Finally,” he mutters, and pulls you into him like he’s been waiting for this moment just as long as you have.

The kiss is immediate and real and everything in between. There’s no buildup left—no more lingering glances, no more almosts. His hands slide around your waist, your fingers in his hair, and it’s easy. It’s right. Like this is exactly where you were always meant to land.

It’s not soft, not slow, not shy. It’s months of tension breaking open in one movement. You feel him smile against your lips, and it makes you laugh into the kiss, and somehow that just makes it better.

When you finally break apart, he rests his forehead against yours.

“Happy now?” he murmurs.

You nod. “Ecstatic.”

“Good. Now maybe you’ll stop throwing pillows at me.”

“No promises.”

He leans in to kiss you again, slower this time, like he’s savoring it.

You don’t pull away.

You don’t want to.

[sugardollcurse]

Can I request a George x reader fic where she's comforting him when he's struggling with being famous(and it's childhood friends to lovers)?

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꒰ pairing ꒱ george harrison x fem!reader

꒰ summary ꒱ fame’s taken nearly everything from george. his space, his peace, his sense of self. so he knocks on the one door where he still feels like a person. yours.

꒰ note ꒱ SAY NO MORE

You heard the knock before you saw the clock. Half-eleven, well past reason for surprise guests.

You padded to the door, expecting the landlord or some lost tourist.

But it was George.

He stood there like a shadow, coat pulled up against the drizzle, hair damp and curling at the edges. His eyes were dark and tired in that way you’d seen before, way back when he used to sneak cigarettes behind the shops after school and pretend things were fine.

You opened the door wider.

“You alright?” you asked.

He gave a lopsided sort of shrug, like the answer didn’t matter. “Didn’t know where else to go.”

You stepped aside without hesitation. “You always say that.”

He came in without meeting your eyes, shoulders hunched. Didn’t take his coat off. Just hovered in the middle of your flat like a stranger to it, even though you both knew better.

You closed the door gently. “Do you want tea or just the silence?”

George glanced around. “Silence’ll do.”

You nodded and walked past him, settling into the familiar corner of your old couch. He followed eventually, sat at the far end like a guest.

He kept picking at the skin around his thumb, quiet.

“How long’ve you been back?” you asked.

“Yesterday,” he muttered. “S’only a few days. Then we’re off again.”

You didn’t say anything.

He sighed. “We were in Scotland before this. Couldn’t go two paces without someone screamin’ or shovin’ a pen in my face. Some lad chased the bloody car for three streets.”

“That why you’re here?”

George leaned back, let his head tip against the wall.

“Just got sick of feelin’ like I’m bein’ watched through glass, y’know? Like I’m not real or summat."

You looked at him, properly. His jaw was tense. He was blinking a lot.

“I know you,” you said softly. “Still see the lad who pinched rhubarb from the neighbour’s garden and blamed it on Paul.”

He cracked half a smile. “Didn’t see him doin’ much to deny it either.”

“Course not. You were always the quiet ringleader.”

He huffed, but the sound was faint. “Wish I was still just that lad.”

“You still are.”

He looked over at you, something unreadable in his expression. “Feels like I’m gettin’ further away from him every day.”

“You’re not.”

George swallowed. “Feels like I am.”

You shifted closer, not enough to touch, but enough that he could feel it if he wanted.

“You know,” you said gently, “it’s alright to not want all this. The noise. The mess of it.”

He rubbed a hand over his face. “I just wanted to be successful. I didn't ask for this."

He paused.

“Don’t even know what’s mine anymore.”

You sat with that.

Then you reached out slowly, fingertips brushing his hand.

“This is,” you said. “Me. You. This room.”

He didn’t pull away. Just stared at your hand on his like he was trying to decide something.

A long silence followed.

Then, soft:

“D’you ever think about how it was?” George murmured. “Before all this.”

“All the time.”

“I miss it,” he admitted. “Miss you.”

Your heart twisted a little. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”

He looked at you, his brow pinched. “Nah. But I have, haven’t I?”

“No,” you said, steady. “You’ve just been lost in it for a bit. But you come back. You always come back.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. He glanced down at your hands again. “Y’ever wonder if it could’ve been different?”

“How d’you mean?”

He hesitated. “If I’d said something. Before everything started movin’ so fast.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t let it show.

“Yeah,” you said. “I’ve wondered.”

George looked away like that hurt more than he expected.

“Always thought… if summat was gonna happen between us, it would’ve by now. But maybe I’m daft. Maybe I waited too long.”

You were quiet for a long moment. Then you leaned your shoulder against his. “Maybe you just came back at the right time.”

He turned his head a little. Looked at you. Really looked.

And something softened in his eyes.

Without a word, he leaned forward, slow and hesitant, and pressed his forehead to yours.

You closed your eyes.

Neither of you moved for a while. Just sat there, breathing, the rain ticking softly against the windows.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Of course.”

He nodded once, eyes low.

You stood up and offered your hand.

George took it.

You didn’t sleep much.

He crashed on the sofa for a bit, curled in some old jumper, hair a mess. You made tea in the early hours and sat on the floor beside him, both of you half-awake.

At some point, he reached out and held your wrist, like a tether.

You let him.

Neither of you said much.

But when the sun came up, he was still there.

And when he looked at you, tired, quiet, still, you knew you hadn’t lost him. Not the real George.

He was still in there.

And now… he was trying.

Trying to come back to himself.

Trying to come back to you.

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[ririright]

“Operation: Drive Hayden Crazy (With Love)”

Husband! Hayden x Wife Reader (Headcannons)

❤︎ The “The Fuck” Prank

You’re chatting with Hayden in the kitchen about dinner plans.

“I was thinking maybe we could have pasta or— the fuck— roasted chicken?”

Hayden freezes, brows furrowing.

“Uh… did you just—?”

You continue, totally casual. “Yeah, but maybe we can make garlic bread too— the fuck.”

He leans in closer, eyes wide. “Are you okay? Why do you keep—?”

When you finally break and start laughing, he looks so relieved. “Oh my god, you scared me! I thought you were… possessed or something.”

For the next hour, he’ll randomly go, “The fuck?” back at you with a grin.

❤︎ The “Wiping the Kiss” Prank

You’re lounging on the couch, and Hayden leans in for a sweet kiss.

The moment he pulls back, you immediately wipe your mouth with an exaggerated frown.

His face drops. “What—? Did I… do something?”

He tries again, a little gentler. You wipe it again, now looking even more annoyed.

“Okay, no. I’m insulted. Come here.” He’s on top of you, smothering you with rapid kisses

“You can’t escape, sweetheart. No more wiping.”

When you finally confess it was a prank, he huffs. “You’re lucky I love you.”

But for the next few hours, he’ll randomly wipe his own lips dramatically after you kiss him.

❤︎ The “Flashing Him” Prank

You pretend you’re setting up your phone for a TikTok dance in the living room.

Hayden is casually reading in the background, pretending not to watch you, but he’s totally watching.

You suddenly turn around, lift your shirt, and flash him.

His jaw drops, the book falling out of his hands. “Wait—did you—?”

You turn back like nothing happened, doing your fake dance again.

He’s laughing now, getting up,

“Oh, so that’s how we’re playing today?”

He wraps his arms around you from behind, murmuring, “Gonna do that again, or was that a one-time show?”

❤︎ The “Fighting an Invisible Person” Prank

You’re both parked in the drive-thru line, and as you wait, you suddenly whip around to the empty backseat.

“I told you to leave us alone!” you shout, swinging your hand like you’re trying to shove someone away.

Hayden’s eyes go wide, his hand gripping the steering wheel. “Babe?”

You continue, voice panicked. “What’s your problem?! You have no right— let go!” You start thrashing, making it look like you’re being dragged into the backseat.

“HEY!” Hayden unbuckles, spinning in his seat. “Get off her!” He’s already trying to climb over the console, hands out like he’s about to grab this ‘invisible attacker’.

You’re flailing dramatically, your hand smacking him in the face by accident.

“I got you, sweetheart!” He’s in full hero mode. “Hold on!”

Suddenly, you stop, sitting back calmly. “Okay, they’re gone.”

Hayden’s jaw drops. “What… what the hell?”

You burst into laughter, tears in your eyes, and it takes a second for him to realize. He just slumps back in his seat, breathless. “I’m gonna need, like, ten minutes to calm down. Do you want me to have a heart attack?!”

❤︎ The “Salty Soup” Prank

You stir the pot, trying not to laugh as you add an obscene amount of salt. “Babe, can you taste this real quick?”

Hayden wanders over, smiling, and takes a big spoonful. The second the soup hits his tongue, his face twists in pure horror.

“Jesus— are you trying to mummify me?” He’s coughing, rushing to the sink for water.

“Oh, really? You think it needs more salt?” You grab the shaker and start shaking again.

“NO!” He lunges, wrestling the salt from your hand. “Babe, you’re committing a war crime in this kitchen!”

You try to look serious. “I just thought it needed a little more flavor.”

“Flavor? You mean ‘instant dehydration’?” He’s laughing now, but there’s a hint of trauma in his eyes.

❤︎ The “Electrocuted Prank”

You’re in the bathroom, teasing your hair into a wild, frizzy mess, making it look like you stuck a fork in an outlet. A little black eyeshadow smudged on your cheeks gives you that perfect “I-just-got-fried” look. You glance at yourself in the mirror, trying not to laugh.

Perfect.

Taking a deep breath, you step into the kitchen, grab the unplugged toaster, and position yourself just right. Then you scream.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Hayden’s footsteps are thunderous down the hallway, practically skidding into the kitchen. “What—what’s wrong?!—”

The second he turns the corner, you launch into your act. Your entire body convulses, shaking violently, your mouth open in that same desperate scream. Your eyes are wide, a mix of terror and—barely concealed—laughter.

But you hold it in.

Hayden’s face goes ghost-white. “Oh my god! DROP IT!”

You don’t. You keep shaking, your scream wavering just enough to sound unhinged.

“PUT IT DOWN! LET GO!” He’s rushing forward, then stopping short, waving his hands in a frenzy. “Wait! No—okay, okay, don’t move! Uh—what do I—”

He spins, grabs the closest thing he can find—a spatula. “I-I’ll knock it out of your hands!” But he can’t seem to commit, bouncing from one foot to the other. “No! That’s too violent! Okay, okay, think, Hayden—think!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep your expression serious, the scream only growing louder.

“AHHHHHHH!”

“I’m getting a towel!” He lunges for a dish towel, snapping it in the air like he’s going to lasso you. “Okay, just… just stay calm!”

You start to crumble, your lips twitching. He notices. “Wait a minute—”

Your scream turns into a breathless giggle, and the toaster clatters to the counter.

“Y-You—” He’s staring, wide-eyed, breathless. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

You’re doubled over now, clutching your stomach, tears in your eyes. “You should’ve seen yourself!”

“I thought—” He points at the unplugged cord. “I thought you were going to become a human lightning rod!”

Still giggling, you reach out to hug him, but he steps back, hand over his chest. “No. No hugs for you.”

“Oh, come on,” you wheeze, wiping your eyes. “You would’ve saved me.”

“I was about to kick that toaster out of your hands like a football.” His serious face breaks, and he’s laughing now too, rubbing his face. “You are the most evil woman I know.”

You grin, leaning up to kiss him. “But you love me.”

He finally wraps his arms around you, pulling you in. “Oh, I do. But I’m getting you back for this. I’m gonna get you so good you’ll regret ever buying that toaster.”

[ishiniku]

Well dang, chapter 126 is... something, who could have guessed. sighs 

But I decided as my first post here to just give some opinion on this chapter, wanting to point some things I really got interested.

CHAPTER 126 SPOILERS + some thoughts on it as bonus

Well, thanks for the help unknown-cat, btw what do you mean "And I know what that feels like?" —It sounded so..."I've been through something similar, so I understand how she feels"...— I think we still have a lot to discover about what happened in this timeline.  

And wow, we found out how Sandclock works and it rules: 

You can't just say you're back from the future, and I believe you probably can't say anything related to the Sandclock, or perhaps nothing from the future too. Damn this thing is pulling the wool over your eyes Yashiro. 

You can come back as many time as you wish, but when you come back you only have one chance to change it, because you won't be able to come back again at that moment. You have a short time to change what you want, that is, until the last sand falls. 

Btw, hourglass is such a... Grrrrrr please Aidairo give me a human materialized form of the it to me so I can draw it getting beat up. Nothing good comes out with using it, the hourglass always makes you WANT to change the past, and when you think you got what you wanted, something terrible happens. 

Well it's like it says Nene,

"Again and again.''

Baby Tsukasa jumpscare for y'all...  gurl got possessed, i did know the moment he popped in my screen that Yashiro was doomed.

THIS IS SO SAD MAN. One of their mothers called in their phone...Who would be? I hope it's Kou's mother hah... And it could this be important? I don't know, I think it's more to emphasize that they are human, they have family, they have their own life, they have people caring about them...How nice...They died btw!! 😋 

Imagine your best friend dedicating her last moments trying to help you get out of your trance and giving you a warm, caring, tight hug as a goodbye? Wow Aoinene angst is so tasty!! Aida&iro why you two so good at creating doomed narratives?????

Nene smile at least now your body count is 5!! Please get the joke. (Not that I think you killed 5 people this easily with this little knife, not that I doubt the capabilities of possession, but like... Two normal people, one clockeepers and two exorcists? hardcore, I know octopusamane helped you.) 

..Entity... Good job at being disgusting, this is something this thing doesn't fail at all. (btw where is the trigger warning in this chapter Aida...)/srs

She came back to 103rd anniversary of Kamome Gakuen? She said she panicked, I believe this has led her to a completely random time, or maybe there is something important on this date...

YEAH HELP HER DAMN IT, ITS YOUR FAULT. It's shocking the world, it's heartbreaking, Akane is still alive. 

sorry, I promise I love him, I just have a slight hate-love relationship w/ all the characters of TBHK, frantic coughing  

Now why is Akane here? He is clearly very calm in the situation, "I finally found you" He knew this would happen, I imagine the other Akanes who died are from the their own timelines, but this one... Where is him from? "Our" timeline (can we pretty please call Hanako timeline as "Our") or the original timeline?! Don't know HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. But he was clearly saw the changes Yashiro tried to do, since he was looking for her, but probably when he was finally close to finding her, she used the hourglass. 

This chapter and the next ones to follow literally will give a BIG change/grow in Nene character and probably her relationships too, think about how traumatizing this experience was guys...I'm literally not complaining, just sad.

Plus, they are giving a lot of weight to the entity of the redhouse, the root of the problem; Of course, Tsukasa w/ entity was somehow violent, but this?!?? Guys?... This just proves the fact that Tsukasa somehow stabilized him by idk merging his soul with the monster??? How? Why? How many control does Tsukasa or the Entity has, its 50% or perhaps Tsukasa has more control? We still have many things to be answered. (Honestly I like the theory that Tsukasa merged with the Pit God by eating it, I just don't know how to explain how this would work.) 

One of the bloodiest chapters so far,I wonder if ever we're getting some chapter w/ more gore than this. And honestly Aida&Iro exceeded my expectations. 1000000000000/10. my reaction to the chapter is this image below.

[saberma]

Fine I'll yap about devious

First of all. I love Spokeishere. What a creature oh my god. I loove trying to figure out what the hell is this guy up to That conversation with Minute was soooo… I have no idea what Spoke actually has planned, but that convo really felt like a Start of something. Spoke definetly didn't tell Minute much, just enough to hint at the idea of what's going to happen. Also, he probably used an orbital cannon as an example specifically for Minute… I love his sick and twisted mind

Anyway, devious. Sometimes I think about how Spoke is the only person Mapicc ever fully betrayed his teammate for (Ro in s4). And he did it after the dupe war, after knowing how much Spoke lied to him. Because Spoke gave him something to do. Spoke made him feel useful, and like he was part of something. And even if Mapicc felt betrayed by Spoke still caring about Vitalasy at the end he still would want to do something like wormhole with Spoke again.

I don't really know how to explain the fucked up sence of trust they have but it's. Something. Mapicc still trusts Spoke so much, and he loveees to bring him around in situations where he doesn't feel too comfortable (usually lore talk, him dragging Spoke in as his professional yapper for his talk with Kab is a good example, but he used to do it in s4 as well. The amount of times Spoke was just his emotional support while him and Zam were fighting is so funny). They're just such peak friendship. Everytime they have a conversation I feel like a third wheel cause they're always saying something incomprehensible (bro, what the hell is a parrot folder).

And I can't say Spoke fully trusts anyone, but i think he values Mapicc and his trust a lot (sometimes for evil purposes but still) I don't really remember the exact quote but Mapicc mentioned that Spoke is basically the person he'll go to when everything is going horribly wrong. And yeaaaah. The fact that Spoke showed Mapicc that one shot exploit (yeah that probably wasn't a hack client), specifically to reassure Mapicc that he still would have options even if there's 6 maces on the server. That Mapicc trusted him with the mace he worked so hard for in the first place, and didn't really question it too much. The fact that he still never told anyone about it. Ughhghhg they

So that's why I'm not really surprised that Mapicc is conflicted on the whole thing. Even before Mapicc joined or said anything I thought he would definetly not wanna oppose Spoke immedietly. And then the first thing he says after joining is that he needs to talk to Spoke before making any decisions. Still says that Spoke is his teammate and that he wants to know his reasoning, that he doesn't wanna fight him.

"I wanna be on the side that actually gives me meaning"

Like. Mapicc is such a perfect person for Spoke to try to get on his side. He's been feeling directionless the entire season. If Spoke offers him a chance to permanently change the server, and do something that will be remembered instead of chasing after a Flame kill again and again. Cause Spoke understands Mapicc so much, he knows his strengths and what he finds fun on lifesteal and he's *extremely* good at talking.

"I love Spoke's game more than i love saving spawn".

Mapicc already kinda agrees with a lot of Spoke's morals (or lack of them). He doesn't really care about spawn and he's so tired of fights he can't win.

Mapicc's only condition for working with Spoke would be that Mane and Flame aren't involved. (which.. can I say I really don't think they are. like I don't think spoke or focus actually need them for their plans. and maybe it's the devious bias but spoke would prefer to work with mapicc over them).

I don't think he'd immedietly betray cause he cares a lot about the people opposing Spoke (minute and zam, and hannah probably cause I can't imagine she would wanna be involved in what spoke is doing).

But it won't be an easy choice.

So yeah I am so excited for their talk tomorrow....

[filmbyjy]

HIDDEN LOVE

SYNOPSIS > park sunghoon was the most good looking and respectful man you’ve ever met at the age of 13. ignoring the fact that you had a loud and obnoxious older brother, park jongseong, as his best friend. with things going by in your life and a heartbreak at 17. what happens when you coincidentally reconnected with your past crush on someone 5 years older than you?

FIFTEEN – final warning

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a/n: you guys must be thinking that it's kinda pick me of (name) but i'd like to think that she hasn't experience the feeling of 'heartbroken' or 'rejection' hence she's acting this way. she's still innocent guys. trust me, when she's in uni, she will girlboss her way.

it was sad really. you'd think park sunghoon would always be around you, probably doing his own thing but still existing in your space somehow. no, of course he wasn't going to. he was a grown man. a 22 year old man who had his own life, his own worries. why would he stick around you?

you had groaned. groaned into your pillow at how stupid you were feeling. why was it that your stupid 17 year old brain couldn't comprehend that he never would have feelings for you. maybe something had to happen. yeah, let him get a girlfriend and then you can finally realise that it was stupid. okay.

'park sunghoon has a girlfriend.' you thought to yourself. the room was practically silent. you could almost hear the crickets chirping in the background. you groaned once and slammed your head on the pillow.

'stupid.'

you had lift your head up. the note staring right at you. you haven't read it yet but you were still curious. your hand reaches out and grabs the small paper. the writings on the page essentially filled the page. it seemed like sunghoon poured his whole heart into it.

it read:

Dear (name), Thank you for coming into my life. Both you and jay have always been the closest people I've ever been. Well, other than Jake and Heeseung hyung but that's besides the point. When I was young, my family was happy. We had everything, it was perfect. Then, something happened. I used to have a little sister. She reminds me of you. She was always so bright, running around. Always so positive. However, she's gone. My dad took her away from me. I trusted him. My whole world crumbled and just like that everything went downhill. Jay saw how everything went down. He helped me, I was forever thankful for him. Then, he mentioned he had a little sister. I was jealous at first, it's stupid really. However, I realised very quickly that Jay was always very protective over you. I related to him. It made me want to protect you. If only, I could've done it with my sister. Protect her from my dad. Which is why I want to protect you too, like an older brother would. P.S I got permission from jay. He says it's crazy that I'm coddling you so much but I'm sure he understands it.

as you finished the letter, you had looked down at the paper. it was soaked with your tears. you didn't even know you were crying. was this why he had no one? this changes everything. it made you want to care about sunghoon even more. you can't just let this feeling go. you had to fight for him.

but there was no way he'd ever let you take care of him. after all, you were only a 17 year old girl. it wouldn't be right. then an idea pops up in your head. you had remembered the present that sunghoon gave, the otter pencil case. you had decided to dumb out your pencils and pens out and grab onto a sticky note.

you had quietly wrote down your dreams and wishes into different notes and rolled it up. soon after, you had tied it up with a string. you would only be able to unravel them when you were older or if you and sunghoon ever start dating.

your main wish was to possibly go to Pusan National University, do well, get an amazing job and help sunghoon out. now, all you had to do was study and do well. which you did during your break, even your parents were surprised to see you strive to do something.

"darling, would you like some more noodles? i can cook more for you." your mom asks. you had simply shook your head and continued flipping the book.

"it's okay, mom. i'm going to go study now."

with that, you had left to go study. just as you made it towards your bedroom door, you had heard your brother jay talking on the phone.

"what? dude, no way. sunghoon got a girlfriend already? it's been like what? 3 months since he started working there? dude is working overtime." jay says. it intrigued you. sunghoon has a girlfriend?

don't tell me he had forgotten the promise...

"sunghoon oppa has a what?" you say as you entered jay's room. he jumps back in his seat, clutching his heart.

"oh my god, (name) you demon." he puts his phone to his ear. "jake, i'll call you back." the call ends.

"what do you mean sunghoon oppa has a girlfriend?"

"it means exactly that. he probably got laid or something." you grabbed jay's pillow and threw it at him. "ow?"

"don't say that!"

"what do you mean don't say that? i can say my friend got laid. i'm happy for him. you on the other hand should never get laid."

"fuck you."

"fuck you too!"

your mother yells from below to get you two to stop arguing.

"go study, you little shit." jay says. you had huffed.

"and how do you know, i don't get laid." you say with a final huff. you had stuck out your tongue and ran to your room. jay yells after you.

"YAH, WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HEY COME BACK HERE PARK (NAME)."

you had shut your door quickly before jay could even think about yapping in your ears. you had groaned out loud, it was stupid. why did you think he'd even care about your little promise. he is a literal 22 year old man. he wouldn't care about what a 17 year old promised him to do.

it was even more stupid with the fact that tears were now streaming down your face. why did you think you'd have a chance? you needed closure, one last time. what other possible thing to do then book a flight to Busan like a stupid person.

you had quietly packed your things. thrown the much needed clothes for the weather there. it was definitely cold. you were sure of it. the earliest flight to busan, 9am,, you had to sneak out of the house without your parents or brother knowing.

once the clock struck 9am, you had quickly left the house. your parents were definitely assuming you were on your way to school or to study with your classmates. you had taken a taxi to the airport and you had waited for the flight to busan, an hour flight from seoul. you had taken the plane once it was time for boarding. there were a bunch of people coming out from the departure hall. they were moving quick, all of them were talking on the phone.

your phone rings, it was jay. you didn't want to pick it up because you knew that they would have caught on. however, you knew you had to face the music. as soon as you picked up the phone, you were bombarded with questions from jay.

"you better not be meeting the guy you've fucked or you're fucked." jay threatens.

"oppa..."

"no, i'm booking you a flight back to seoul this instant. stay where you are. sunghoon is going over so you better stay."

sunghoon...is he bringing his girlfriend over?

"mmm." you had hummed. you could feel the tears threatening to spill. jay ends the call. you had waited for sunghoon. after about waiting for another 15 minutes, you heard footsteps hastily running towards you.

you had turned around to say something, but there you saw a woman approaching whilst looking at sunghoon worriedly. one of the prettiest woman you've ever seen. oh, it's her. she's really pretty.

"(name)." sunghoon's eyes widened. you could tell he held himself back from scolding you. "did he leave?" you had nodded. sunghoon sighs.

"why don't you go wash up in the bathroom." you nod once again and went to the bathroom. once you were hidden behind the wall, you had looked back. it truly was over. sunghoon had a girlfriend and he never would be yours ever again.

you had cried yourself out in the bathroom. this was so stupid of you. maybe this was the official sign to stay away from sunghoon. yeah, it was time you had moved on. you had left the bathroom and went back to where sunghoon stood. however, his girlfriend wasn't around.

"where did your-"

"she went back to work."

"oh."

sunghoon sighs, "i bought a ticket while you were in the bathroom. we have a bit of time before the flight. you should eat something." you had shook your head.

"i should wait inside." sunghoon hums. you had taken out a tie from your bag and handed it over to him. he was surprised, shocked even.

"what is this?"

"i wanted to give you this tie during your graduation but i couldn't go so here. oppa, good luck with your work and your life ahead." you say.

sunghoon opens the box, he felt his heart melt. you were the sweetest person he ever came across.

"thank you. i'll use the tie well." he smiles. you nodded.

and off you went, into the gates ready to fly home. when the plane landed, jay was waiting with the car. you knew he'd definitely give you an earful but you couldn't help but cry when you saw him. jay was taken aback. he pats your back.

"hey, it's okay. i won't scold you. i can't say about mom and dad-" your wails grew louder. "okay! okay! i'm sorry. i'll try to tell them to be more gentle. you know i love you right? men suck. booooo, men are bad guys." jay continues to coo you to stop crying.

but did it really even help? when your 17 year old heart was now broken?

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꣑ৎ { user x dominic fike } ꣑ৎ

{ ! } contains: situationships , soft nsfw content, adult words .. etc

you knew what this was supposed to be. casual. fun. no strings, no pressure. but feelings never cared about rules.

and the worst part? he was the one who said he didn’t want a label, but the way he touched you, held you, whispered things when he thought you were asleep—it all felt like a lie. or maybe it was just easier to believe he meant it, even when his lips said otherwise.

right now, your phone’s buzzing again. dom’s name lights up your screen. you don’t answer. not tonight. not again.

you throw your phone on the bed, ignoring the ache crawling into your chest. maybe if you stop responding, he’ll get the message. maybe if you stop letting him back in, your heart will shut him out too. but you know better.

—

he shows up three hours later. hoodie thrown on like armor, chain dangling down his chest. he doesn’t knock. doesn’t call. he knows you always leave the door unlocked—for him. “you ignoring me now?” he mutters, voice low, eyes sharp. you don’t turn around right away. “you said you didn’t want anything serious.”

“i didn’t say i wanted nothing at all,” he shoots back. “that’s not the same thing.” you scoff, arms crossed. “you don’t get to cherry-pick the pieces of me you want. you show up when you’re bored, fuck me like i’m everything, then disappear when i start feeling something real.”

his jaw tenses. “you think i don’t feel anything?”

“do you?”

he’s silent. the kind of silence that makes your skin crawl. and then he closes the distance, backing you against the wall with that same frustrating intensity that always gets under your skin. “don’t act like this doesn’t mean something to you,” he murmurs, breath hot against your cheek. “you wouldn’t let me in if it didn’t.”

“i let you in because i love you,” you spit back before you can stop yourself. t hangs in the air like smoke—thick, suffocating. his eyes flicker. hurt? surprise? guilt? you can’t tell. you push him off. “you should go.” but he doesn’t move. doesn’t even blink. “say it again.”

“why?” your voice cracks. “so you can pretend it didn’t happen?” he cups your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. “say it again.”

“dom…”

his mouth crashes onto yours before you can say anything else. it’s not soft. it’s desperate. angry. all the words he doesn’t know how to say poured into a kiss that leaves your knees weak.

he lifts you up, hands gripping your thighs like he needs to feel your skin to believe you’re real. your back hits the bedroom wall, and he groans into your mouth like he’s starving for you.

“i think about you every fucking night,” he breathes against your lips. “even when i try not to.”

“then why run?”

“’cause i’m scared. you’re not just another girl—i don’t know how to be with someone who actually matters.”

you cup his face, softer now. “then stop pretending you don’t feel it too.”

his forehead presses to yours. and for once, he doesn’t run.

—

the air shifts.

he lays you on the bed like you’re something fragile. but the second your shirt comes off, his control cracks. he kisses down your neck, your chest, the curve of your waist like he’s tracing a map he’s memorized in dreams.

“you drive me fucking insane,” he whispers, dragging his fingers down your hips. “can’t stop thinking about you. your mouth. your moans. the way you look at me after…”

you gasp when his tongue brushes between your legs, slow and teasing.

“you like that?” he smirks, licking his lips. “yeah, you do.”

you thread your fingers in his hair, tugging. he groans, burying his face deeper.

it’s filthy, and desperate, and real. and when he slides into you, there’s no space between bodies, no lies left to hide behind.

“look at me,” he growls, thrusting deeper. “this isn’t just sex. not anymore.”

you wrap your legs around him tighter, biting your lip as the pleasure builds.

“i love you,” you whisper again. “even when you’re an asshole.”

he chokes out a laugh, hand sliding between your legs to rub circles that make your eyes roll back.

“i’m your asshole, though,” he breathes, kissing your neck. “i’m trying. let me try.”

your nails dig into his back as you both fall apart, breathless and shaking, tangled in sheets and feelings that were never casual.

—

after, he doesn’t leave.

he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i’m not good at this,” he mumbles. “but i don’t wanna lose you.”

you sigh, melting into his warmth. “then don’t.”

and for the first time, he doesn’t lie. doesn’t run.

he just holds you.

like maybe he finally understands what he has to lose

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