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heavyhitterheaux · 2 months ago

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Got 'Til It's Gone

Synopsis: You have been spending less and less time with your boyfriend, and he is trying to be understanding because he knows how dedicated you are when it comes to your career. However, his patience is running out and an argument ensues when he confronts you about it.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 😍

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Glancing over at the clock in the corner of your laptop, you sighed as the number 2:36 glared back at you. The coffee that was in the cup to the left of you had now grown cold after being reheated at least two times before. The goal had obviously been to drink it, but what was on your laptop screen had your current focus. At that same moment, you felt arms wrap around you as Joe then reached around to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Why is my pretty girl still awake when she should be in bed next to me? Hmm?”

“I know. I just wanted to look over this one more time before tomorrow.” You told him as you had your highlighter in your hand and stacks of research documents to the side of you.

“Babe, it is tomorrow considering that it’s past midnight and you need to get some sleep. Don't you have to be up at seven?”

“Yes, but…” You started to say, but he immediately cut you off as he got a look of concern on his face.

“No, come on. Close the laptop. You're going to bed. Now. You'll thank me later.”

Listening to your boyfriend, you let out a sigh before putting your laptop on sleep mode and once you stood up, Joe quickly placed a kiss on your lips and you eagerly kissed him back.

“How many hours of sleep did you get last night?” He asked you and you simply shrugged.

“Probably less than three if I'm being honest.” You quietly said as you had suddenly become more interested in looking down at your fuzzy pink socks than you were at your extremely attractive boyfriend.

Joe simply placed a finger underneath your chin to make you look at him and he shook his head before grabbing your hand to lead you over to the steps.

“You're going upstairs first so that you can't run back down here and get back on your laptop like you did last week.”

“Babe!” You whined, but Joe immediately shook his head once more at you.

“Nope, don't want to hear it.” He promptly turned you around and you started making your way up the steps while rolling your eyes.

Once you reached the bedroom, your clothes quickly came off with you changing into one of Joe's shirts and throwing on your bonnet before quickly hopping on your side of the bed. Joe made sure to plug your phone into the charger for you as well as set your alarm. It helped that he did have to be up at the same time and would make sure your alarm was loud enough for the both of you.

“Are you pouting because I want you to sleep?” Joe asked you as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Kinda. There's just so many things for me to do.”

“And it can wait until later. You can't keep doing this to yourself. I promise you that they aren't going to go anywhere.” He told you as he hugged you tighter.

“I know, it's just that it's really important to me.”

“And it'll still be important tomorrow. But we're supposed to have a date night so don't forget. Been missing you all week.”

“I won't. I promise. I love spending time with you and it’ll be a much deserved break. What exactly are we doing?”

“Everything is planned, babe and the only thing that I need for you to do is show up. I got it all handled. I see how hard you’ve been working so I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Aww, Joey, I love that and I appreciate you for doing this for me. I just want all of my hard work to pay off and be able to make a difference in the healthcare world.”

“New things and advancements are happening every day and I’m sure that it will. I know how much this means to you to be able to do this.”

By the time seven in the morning rolled around, you were exhausted as you heard your alarm loudly going off beside you and you were silently cursing Joe for setting it, but also thanking him at the same time to make sure that the both of you were awake. Joe let you know that he had heard the alarm by his loud groaning for you to turn it off.

“Babeeeee, turn it off. It's so loud.”

“Not you complaining when you're the one who set it.” You told him as you grabbed it to silence it. You had thrown off the comforter and made a motion to get up when Joe promptly pulled you back and held you tightly to his chest.

“Joey….”

“Five more minutes. I feel like I never see you anymore so I need to get my cuddles for as long as I can.”

“I guess I can spare five more minutes, but remember that you get me all to yourself when I get finished today.”

“That's literally not until 5:30. I honestly don't think I'll survive until then.”

“Babe, I promise that you will. Now we have three more minutes until we have to get up.”

“The only way I'm getting up is if you'll save water with me.”

“I like the sound of that so come on so I won't be late.”

It was now around six in the evening and Joe was currently at home pacing wondering where you were. You told him that you would be home around 5:00 for date night since everything would start at 5:30, but you were nowhere to be found. He quickly decided to send you another text asking what the hold up was since you hadn't responded to the first one.

Joey- Babe, date night was supposed to start at 5:30. What is going on? Is everything okay?

You- OMG Joey, I'm so sorry. I lost track of time, I'll be on my way in about fifteen minutes. I just have to get all of my things together

Joey- This is the third time this has happened….

You- Baby, I know and I said I was sorry. I promise to make it up to you.

It was 6:45 PM before you finally stepped into the house and peeked around the corner to see Joe sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. You knew that he had heard you come in and figured that he was annoyed with you and for good reason.

The research that you were doing was important to you seeing as it was something that you held near and dear to your heart.

You were a nurse who had an advanced degree in nursing research and your current focus was on diabetes type one, also known as childhood diabetes which you were diagnosed with at the age of five. There had been plenty of ups and downs trying to learn about the disease and how best to manage it for your tiny five year old body.

Now being an adult, you made it your focus to get a PhD in nutrition and the research you were doing was going towards it. The goal was to do as much research on it as possible in order to prevent it from happening or signs seen in patients that could lead to an earlier diagnosis. So therefore a lot of your time was spent in front of your laptop and various textbooks leaving little time for you to have an actual social life.

You walked over to him and sat down while pulling his hand into yours as you leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“Babe…” You started to say, but he barely acknowledged you.

“Okay, I know you're mad but…” You started to say, but your phone started to vibrate in your hand indicating a call was coming through. You looked down to see it was Anthony who was another person on your team that did research with you.

“Just… two minutes.” You told Joe and he immediately shook his head and rolled his eyes as he waved you off.

Walking into the kitchen, you took the call and immediately went back to where your boyfriend was.

“Joey…”

“I thought that we agreed on leaving work at work and while we're here spending time with each other. There are literally two weeks until training camp starts and I'm trying to spend as much time with you as possible but you're making that extremely difficult.”

“We did, but…”

“But what? Because this has been going on for the past month almost. I was hopeful since it's the first time you actually didn't cancel date night altogether.”

“You know how important this is to me.”

“And I'm not? I barely fucking see you anymore and if I do, you're asleep or waking up to get ready to leave the house again. You're starting to act like you're not even in a relationship and being selfish as hell.”

“Are you serious right now? You know how important you are to me, Joseph, so cut the bullshit.”

“Hmm, sure doesn't feel like it.”

“But I'm here now and we have the rest of the night. Let's not fight about this please. My day was long and I just wanted to come home to my boyfriend.” You told him as you sighed before taking out your ponytail.

“You told me that you would be here by 5:00 and you don't show up until damn near seven. I obviously asked you to be here at a certain time for a reason. It's obvious that whatever you're doing doesn't allow you to have time for me.”

“Joey! That is not true.”

“How is it not true because I'm seeing it with my own eyes? I guess that degree is doing a better job of keeping you warm at night instead of me.” He told you and your eyes immediately started to water. He grabbed his keys and started to make his way towards the front door.

“Babe, where are you going?” You quietly asked and he didn't bother looking back at you to answer you.

“Out. Don't wait up for me either. Like I said, let that degree keep you warm.”

The door slammed behind him as he walked out and you let out a sigh while throwing your phone to the side of you. The day had already been exhausting and fighting with Joe definitely didn't help and you knew that what just happened was going to cause you even more stress.

Not having energy to do anything else, you went upstairs to get into the shower and hoped that it would bring you an ounce of relaxation. But your thoughts couldn't help but to wander. Joe knew how important this was to you and how much time and dedication it took, since you told him at the beginning. However, his feelings of not being able to spend enough time with you were valid and made it up in your mind that you would do better moving forward. Just a little while longer.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed which you weren't surprised by and began to get ready for the day. In the past when the two of you would have disagreements, Joe or you would either leave the house for an hour or two at the absolute most. Never for an entire night. After you had gotten dressed and put your faux locs into a high bun, you made sure to have all of your notes along with your laptop and left the house.

It was around three in the afternoon when Joe was simply having a movie marathon in the home theater that was located in the basement when he suddenly had gotten the idea to check your location. He could admit that he had high hopes since maybe you would come home early so the two of you could apologize and move on. He absolutely hated fighting with you, but he had to let his feelings be known that even though he was extremely proud of you for having a career, he still was an important part of your life.

To his shock and surprise, your location was set to the hospital not too far from your job and Joe suddenly began to panic. It had been a few years since you had been in the hospital for your diabetes and he had a strong feeling that this was the cause and silently cursed to himself. But, he couldn't understand why you hadn't called him to let him know that you were okay.

Immediately jumping up, he threw on some clothes and got into his car pulling out of the driveway and speeding down the street while trying to call you and praying that you would answer.

Calling you had gotten him absolutely nowhere and when he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down before getting out of his car.

After checking in with security, he went to the front desk to ask for you. It had helped that Joe was listed as your emergency contact ever since the two of you had begun dating when you had a mishap on one of the dates he had taken you on. A nurse passing by had overheard which room he was going to and offered to show him where it was.

Once he reached your room, your nurse was in there with you checking your IV site and he noticed that a bag of fluid was infusing into you. He looked at the bag from the door and read what it was and immediately sighed.

It was insulin.

Joe quietly made his way all the way inside and your nurse Jessica was the first to notice him. It just so happened that he had remembered her from taking care of you before. And it also helped that she was one of your good friends.

Even though it was considered a conflict of interest for her to be your nurse, she wouldn't let anyone else take care of you when you came to that particular emergency department.

“Oh, look Y/N, your boyfriend is here. Hi Joe, nice to see you again. I wish it was under better circumstances, but you get it. Especially since this one doesn't know how to listen.”

Hearing this, your eyes went wide and immediately looked up at Joe as he greeted Jessica.

“Hey, Jessica. Is she doing okay? What happened this time?” Joe asked, pressing her for information, but she glanced at you first to make sure that it was okay to tell him.

“Can I tell him?” She asked you and you nodded your head before looking down and playing with your bracelet that he had gifted you when you first accepted into grad school.

“She's stable, but her sugar was damn near 800 and she forgot to take her insulin. She was having headaches all day apparently, super thirsty and not feeling like herself. Her coworkers were concerned so they called 911 to come and get her. Oh, and she forgot to eat. We're all thinking her insulin dose needs to be changed combined with a high amount of stress caused this.”

All Joe could do was sigh as he pulled up a chair to sit next to you and kissed your forehead, but you wouldn't make eye contact with him.

“And fun fact, she didn't want us to call you because according to her, you were already mad at her and she didn't want to make it worse. But I said he probably wants to know that you're okay but I'll be back soon.” Jessica said as she basically ran out the door leaving you and Joe by yourselves.

You didn't want to be the first one to speak and luckily Joe broke the silence for you.

“You know me better than that.” He whispered and you simply nodded your head.

“I know, but I just didn't want to add anything else to…”

He wasted no time in cutting you off.

“Your well-being is what's important to me. I don't care how mad I might be at you or what we argued about the night before or even five minutes ago. The only thing that is priority in that situation is making sure you're okay. I shouldn't have had to check your location to see that you were in the hospital and when you didn't answer, I thought the absolute worst. Don't you know how much I love and care about you?”

“Yes, I… just… I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for not spending time with you and making it seem like you aren't a priority when you know that you are. Now stressing myself out over this job, I ended up here. Last night I didn't sleep very well because you weren't next to me.” You told him as you sighed and laid your head back on the stretcher.

“You're amazing at your job and I’m happy you love it and I'm proud of you. I don't want you to ever think that I’m not. But you need to take better care of yourself so that this doesn't happen again.” Joe told you as he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it.

“I know and I promise that I will.”

“And I need you to promise me something else too.”

“What's that?”

“Never in your life scare me like that again. I can't imagine something happening to you and the last thing we did was argue. I don't want us to be that couple.”

You nodded your head as you laid back and closed your eyes since the light had been bothering them.

“Is the light bothering you?” Joe asked while still holding onto your hand.

“Yes, I still have a slight headache. I know food would help, but my sugar is too high and needs to get stabilized first. And besides I want to be able to look at my boyfriend so I'm slightly annoyed.”

Joe nodded even though you couldn't see him to get up and turn off the light to hopefully help your headache.

“But you know what I look like babe. I turned the light off by the way to hopefully help.”

“Not the point and thank you. You’re going to win sexiest man alive one day, mark my words. I mean you already win every year in my mind anyway.” You told him as you peeked one eye open to laugh at him while he turned a bright shade of red.

“You’re so cute and I'm always going to give you compliments, but I really need to make this up to you once I get discharged.”

“No, the only thing you need to do is focus on getting better. And maybe take a vacation.”

“We have to settle for a staycation because training camp is about to start and I obviously want you with me.” You replied as you took a deep breath and sat up.

“That can be arranged. Whatever my princess wants, she gets. But we need to focus on one thing at a time. Let's get you better first.”

Three weeks had gone by with you recovering from being in the hospital for the first week with the physicians having to adjust your dose of insulin that you had to take on a daily basis with coming up with a new sliding scale.

Joe had started training camp and was constantly telling you how excited he was. You had high hopes for him this season seeing as this is the healthiest that he's ever been.

Last night you had called Jessica to see if she was free to see if she wanted to come to training camp with you. Luckily, she didn't have any plans and immediately jumped at the opportunity to come with you.

The two of you were currently sitting to the side and she made sure to bring a wide variety of snacks so you had no excuse not to eat something.

Your eyes were currently on your boyfriend when Jessica asked a question pulling you from your thoughts.

“You two good now?” She asked and you turned to smile at her.

“Better than we were a few weeks ago. But it's still a work in progress. We know that we love each other and want to be together for the long haul so some compromises need to be made.”

“I get that you love your career, but spending time with people who love you matters too. Tomorrow isn't promised and you definitely don't want to have any regrets.”

“I get it and I'm surprised you didn't notice yet.”

“Notice what?” Jessica said as she looked at you confused.

You smiled and simply held up your left hand to show her the huge ring that was now gracing your left ring finger and she immediately gasped.

“Damn, I'm surprised I didn't notice either. And not you trying to blind me.” Jessica replied as she grabbed your hand to inspect it.

“I had to realize what I had before it was gone and I’m so happy that I did.”

“I'm going to be the maid of honor, right? I mean no pressure or anything though.” She told you as she batted her eyelashes making you laugh.

“All I ask is that my bachelorette party is top tier.” You told her and she immediately smiled.

“One less thing you have to worry about. Leave all of it to me. We'll have to make sure none of it ends up on social media though.” She said and your eyes went wide.

“Wait, what?”

“Operation future Mrs. Burrow is officially in effect.”

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ninetailedfoxmanchi · 1 month ago

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Mafia! BTS - You Spend the Night at Their Place for the First Time

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NSFW version

Warnings: none! soft and fluffy as per request <3

You've only been dating M/N a short time when he asked if you'd like to come over to his place for dinner on Saturday night. You have been seeing each other a lot and you were beginning to fall in love with him but little did you know that he was already head over heels for you.

Jin

Jin prepared an amazing dinner for you. The food was as good as from any high-end restaurant that he took you to so far but he made it himself. Although it was just the two of you at his place, you still made the effort to look nice, more than nice. You wore a deep red satin dress with thin shoulder straps that knocked the breath out of Jin's lungs when he saw you on his doorstep. Your reaction of seeing him was little different to his. Jin always wore suits and elegant clothes but there was something about his white shirt, the rolled up sleeves that exposed his forearms and the metallic gleam of his wristwatch against his skin tone.

You talked deep into the evening, first over dinner then dessert and wine. Jin was holding your hand, his long fingers playing absently with yours. You couldn't stop smiling even if you wanted to, your whole body levitating with soft butterflies. Then your eyes fell to Jin's wristwatch.

"Is it past midnight already?" you gasped as your eyes widened. The last subway train to your part of the city left more than thirty minutes ago.

"It's okay," said Jin when he saw the panicked expression on your face. "You can just spend the night here."

You didn't know what to say but a blush crept to your cheeks.

"You can take my room and I'll sleep on the sofa," assured Jin and squeezed your hand reassuringly. "And tomorrow, I'll make you the best breakfast in the world." He placed a small kiss on your hand. You could have asked him to drive you but a part of you wanted to stay. And besides, you were having wine all evening.

"I don't have anything to wear ... I don't even have a toothbrush—"

"I'll lend you some clothes and I have a spare," said Jin and got up immediately. You followed him into his bedroom where every pillow, every wall and armchair seemed as soft and velvety as whipped cream. He got you his t-shirt and a pair of cozy sweatpants before showing you to the bathroom. He had a spare of everything - toothbrush, shampoo, you name it - and what he didn't have a spare of, he offered you to use his.

But when you lay in Jin's bed, you couldn't stop thinking about him; how he was sleeping on the sofa because of you when you should be the one in his place. You got up.

When you got to the living room, Jin was still awake. His eyes were on his phone as he leaned against the back of the creamy sofa.

"Hey, is everything okay?" he asked softly when he saw you and put his phone away.

"I can't let you sleep on the sofa," you said guiltily.

"It's an 18,000$ sofa, I'll be okay," said Jin and smiled.

"We can just switch—"

"I'm not letting you sleep on the sofa, Y/N," Jin cut you off.

"I thought it was an 18,000$ sofa," you grinned. Your eyes were tender with sleep as you leaned against the wall. Jin couldn't help but smile as well but you could see he wasn't going to budge.

"Then we should just both sleep in your bed," you concluded.

"Are you sure?" asked Jin genuinely.

You came over to him, your hands wrapping around his waist as you leaned your head against his chest. "I'm sure," you said sleepily and tried to hide a yawn. Jin kissed the top of your head, his hand caressing your soft hair.

As you were laying in the same bed, you still couldn't fall asleep. You were staring up at the ceiling and tried to listen to Jin's breathing but it was soundless. You turned to him and saw that he was just as awake as you were.

You licked your dry lips, your heart skipping a beat. "Can I come closer?" you asked quietly. Jin looked at you.

"Of course," he opened his arms and you gladly scooted against the warmth of his chest, a content smile on your lips. Jin's arms rested around your back as he held you close. His breathing became slower but not entirely soundless when he fell asleep. In truth, it was one of the first nights that Jin could finally sleep soundly after he had met you. He was always thinking about you, whether you were safely at home or just because he was so madly in love with you already that he never wanted you to leave.

Namjoon

After the dinner, you and Namjoon settled on the sofa with a glass of wine and talked about anything and everything. You liked the look in his eyes when he told you about something he was passionate about, even if it was about criticizing something. He was so calm and yet his eyes had a look so determined they would make even the most stubborn person in the world fold. Namjoon liked to listen to you in turn, how much you cared about certain things, how compassionate you were and interested in everything. He loved that about you; these were the things that made him fall for you so easily.

You were sitting on the sofa facing one another all the while, an empty bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table and two half empty glasses in your hands. It was too late when your gaze drifted past Namjoon suddenly and saw that it was pitch black outside. You checked your wristwatch as the color drained from your face.

"What is it?" asked Namjoon as he finished the little wine left in his glass.

"It's almost one in the morning," you said slowly. You didn't drive to Namjoon's and even if, you had too much to drink and so had Namjoon even though he seemed barely phased by the wine at all.

"Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep?" asked Namjoon and placed his class on the coffee table. You looked at him.

"I didn't really plan on staying the night," you confessed, wondering if he had something more in mind than just sleeping.

"Don't worry about it, darling," said Namjoon and got up. "You can have some of my clothes to sleep in and there's a spare of just about everything in the bathroom."

You watched Namjoon, surprised at how easily the words rolled off his tongue.

"Do a lot of people stay over?" you found yourself thinking out loud when you followed Namjoon towards his room. He stopped on his tracks, nearly making you bump into him.

"Just the guys," said Namjoon, referring to those who were formally called his business partners although they were practically brothers because they were so close. You only nodded before Namjoon took you through his bedroom and into the walk-in closet where he picked out some clothes for you.

"I know we're going out but you shouldn't try anything," you said half-joking as you were leaning against the door frame. A part of you also meant what you said. It wasn't that you weren't attracted to Namjoon, but you weren't ready to take that step yet.

"I wouldn't dream of it," said Namjoon seriously when he handed you his clothes. You expected him to make a joke or something even though he was probably the most earnest man you had ever met. Namjoon could relax with you but he was always on high alert to take control of a situation if necessary.

You caught Namjoon's hand when he went to pass by you to give your some privacy. He stopped, towering over you easily but you weren't intimidated. You felt safe.

"I know," you said, looking up at Namjoon. "I trust you." You stepped on the tips of your toes and gave him a small but loving kiss, your hand caressing his cheek.

After you took a shower, you climbed into the bed next to Namjoon. You meant to leave some space between the two of you but he opened his arm instinctively. You couldn't help but smile as you scooted closer to his warm chest and his arm wrapped around your waist.

"Is this okay?" you murmured sleepily when you put your hand over his side.

"Perfect," said Namjoon; he tried to keep his voice to a whisper but his entire chest vibrated beneath your cheek when he spoke. His eyes closed almost immediately. Namjoon's mind was always a storm of raging thoughts but your touch calmed him down instantly. That night he didn't have to worry if you were safe because you were right there in his arms.

Yoongi

After dinner, neither you or Yoongi even considered moving from the table because you were so invested in your conversation, in one another.

"I'm talking too much, aren't I?" you smiled as a blush colored your cheeks and the realization of barely letting Yoongi talk made you feel guilty. You were talking about something that you were passionate about and lost track of how much you were talking.

"You're not talking too much, Y/N," said Yoongi instantly. He took your hand that was resting on the table, his fingers intertwining with yours. You held hands before but only when you walked somewhere or Yoongi's hand would guide you by resting on your mid-back, hardly even touching you to show respect. This felt different, though. Butterflies took flight in your tummy as you looked up at Yoongi but he was focused on your hand and how delicate it seemed compared to his. It wasn't anything short of intimate and you appreciated it, especially because it came from Yoongi.

"Thank you for saying that, Yoongi," you whispered, gliding your index finger along his.

"It's the truth," said Yoongi just before his black eyes drifted towards the rain-stained windows. It was late you both knew although you were so comfortable with Yoongi that you wouldn't notice even if the dawn broke before you guys decided to part.

"I don't want you going home in this weather," said Yoongi. "Just stay here for tonight - you can have my room." He stood up and kissed your hair, his hand caressing your cheek before he disappeared down the hallway. You stood up, not understanding.

"Yoongi," you called gently when you caught up to him. He was picking out some of his clothes to give you. "What do you mean I can have your room?" you breathed when Yoongi's dark eyes found you. "Are you going somewhere?"

"I'll sleep on the sofa."

"You don't have to," you shook your head, your voice turning softer. "You can just ... We can sleep together; I don't mind." Once you managed to utter the words, Yoongi's gaze fixed on you. He didn't say anything for a while.

"Okay," he agreed at last, his voice quiet as he handed you his clothes. Yoongi looked down for a moment before his eyes returned to yours. Your heart was beating fast and your body was swarming with butterflies.

"Okay," you smiled a small smile as you felt your cheeks grow rosy.

After you took a shower, you changed into the hoodie and pants that Yoongi gave you. When you climbed into the bed bed beside him, he was turned to you but his eyes were already closed. Yoongi felt the bed shift beside him, however, and opened his sleepy eyes.

"Hey," you said quietly and caressed his cheek. He rose his arm, waiting for you to come closer. You did so and gladly, your face burying in Yoongi's warm neck. His hoodie was soft and cozy but it was nothing like the comfort of his arms around you.

"I like the way your clothes smell," you whispered half-asleep as Yoongi was drawing shapes into your hair. He hadn't felt this calm and relaxed in years. "They smell just like you ..."

Yoongi's heart skipped a beat and his eyes opened again. He dated other girls before you but he was never serious about those relationships. It took him only a few weeks with you, however, to fall completely and utterly in love. He was always thinking about you: if you were eating well, if you came home safely, if others were treating you with respect. But that night, he didn't have to think about those things - he knew that you ate well, that you were safe because you were with him and he knew that you were comfortable because he would never treat you with disrespect. The thought that you were safe in his arms allowed him have the best sleep of his life.

Hoseok

You looked out the rain-splattered window sometime in the conversation with Hoseok. The two of you had an amazing dinner and afterwards took to the sofa with a glass of wine where you continued the beautiful evening. It was late now, however, and you had completely forgotten about the time.

"What's wrong?" asked Hoseok when he saw you looking at the night outside the window.

"I should go home," you urged and stood up. "Maybe I can still catch the last train." Now Hoseok stood up as well.

"You're not going home in this weather, Y/N, least of all at this hour," said Hoseok seriously, his usually light voice heavy with authority you had never heard before. He towered over you easily as his eyes left no room for arguing.

"You'll have my room and I'll lend you some clothes to sleep in, okay?" said Hoseok quietly and caressed your cheek. A small smile washed away the concern on his face.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" asked Hoseok.

"If I'll have your room, where will you be?" you rephrased, looking up into his warm brown eyes. For a moment, you thought he needed to go somewhere.

"I'll stay here on the sofa so that you can be comfortable," said Hoseok. He almost made his way past you to get you some clothes but you caught his hand in both of yours.

"I won't be comfortable if you're here on the sofa," you said honestly. "I don't mind if we sleep in the same bed." Hoseok watched you for a moment, his lips slightly parted before he nodded a little.

"Okay, sweetheart."

You changed into one of Hoseok's t-shirts and a pair of comfortable sweatpants. You waited by the door frame as you watched Hoseok finish brushing his teeth. It may have been silly, but you loved seeing the little things. Hoseok gave you a little kiss, his lips tasting all minty and fresh.

As you lay in bed, the rain only grew stronger and tapped aggressively against the windows. You were grateful that Hoseok didn't let you go home, much less in the middle of the night. You were laying next to each other, Hoseok's hand resting across the middle of your torso. You looked at him, however, his closed eyes and beautiful face. You scooted closer slowly but Hoseok rose his arm immediately to let you in. You smiled as you hid your face in his chest and your legs tangled together.

"Good night, Hobi," you whispered your new nickname for Hoseok.

"Good night, sweetheart," he managed although his heart was beating wildly in his chest. The name rolling off your tongue made his body feel a hundred pounds lighter. He kissed the top of your head and pulled you even closer. Although you had only known each other for a few weeks, Hoseok was head over heels for you. If you had tried to insist that you wanted to go home despite the weather and the late hour, he would not have allowed you to leave - even if it meant that you would never talk to him again. He'd rather die than see you get hurt or put you in any sort of danger. Just the thought made his stomach twist into knots. In just a few weeks, you began to mean more to him than anyone else in his life, even more than himself.

Jimin

It wasn't until you had to use the bathroom that you realized how late it has gotten. You've been talking to Jimin on the sofa for hours on end, completely forgetting about the time. As you stared at the dark night through the bathroom window, you couldn't help but feel a squeeze of anxiety at the thought of having to go home alone at this hour and walk the dark streets.

"Hey," you said gently when you sat down beside Jimin again. His eyes were soft and his body relaxed like you had never seen them before.

"What is it, baby?" he asked when he saw the look on your face and took your hand. His warm thumb brushed along your cold palm. You looked away embarrassed.

"I was just wondering if ... if I could maybe stay here tonight," you suggested carefully. You had never spent the night at Jimin's place before and you knew perfectly well that he was a very private person. "It's just so late and I'm kind of scared—"

"Of course you're staying here tonight, Y/N," Jimin cut you off. He held your hand more securely as a small frown formed on his beautiful face and you looked up at him. Just the thought of you walking alone at night made his stomach twist and turn.

"I don't want to be an inconvenience," you said but Jimin wouldn't have it.

"Don't ever say that again, Y/N," said Jimin slowly as he took your chin and made you look him in the eye. The sharp look in his irises almost scared you but you realized it was worry and concern you were looking at, not anger.

"Come here, baby." Jimin pulled you closer, your head resting against his chest and his arms around your waist. You knew that you could trust Jimin with all of your heart but you always had the feeling that you were inconveniencing someone.

"Thanks, Jimin," you mumbled against his warm chest.

Jimin gave you some of his clothes to change into after you took a nice long shower. You didn't mind sharing the bed with Jimin although he offered to sleep on the sofa.

You were already in bed when Jimin turned off the lights and joined you. He took your hand and locked his fingers with yours, his thumb brushing along the top of your palm before he left a small kiss there.

"Good night, baby."

"Night, Jiminie," you whispered sleepily, your eyes closed as you scooted even closer subconsciously. You hugged Jimin's hand close to your chest, his breathing hitting the top of your head. Your closeness made Jimin's heart beat like crazy and his whole body swarm with butterflies. He brushed the hair from your face with his free hand and kissed your forehead. Jimin was so in love with you that it hurt, but not tonight; tonight he was finally at peace because he knew you were safe, because he knew he was there to protect you.

Taehyung

Taehyung tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as the two of you were sitting on his sofa, sipping on wine and talking for hours on end.

"Is that the time?" you gasped when you saw the pointers on Taehyung's wristwatch. The softness of his eyes turned into a small frown.

"It doesn't matter," said Taehyung, his voice as silky as ever. "You're staying here." Even if he drove you home, the thought of your shady apartment building with its endless doors and dark corners kept him awake at night with worry.

"I am?" you asked, your cheeks turning rosy and your eyes rounding.

"I'm not letting you go home at this hour, least of all on your own, kitten," decided Taehyung as he tucked the loose lock of hair behind your ear again.

"But how would ... Would we ... I don't have ..." you began, not knowing what to say really. You've never spent the night at Taehyung's before.

"I'll get you some clothes you can change into," said Taehyung. "You can stay in my room and I'll sleep here on the sofa."

"Don't sleep on the sofa," you found yourself asking. Your cheeks grew even redder when you took Taehyung's hand. He ran his thumb across yours.

"Okay," agreed Taehyung as he caressed your cheek, his eyes not just looking at you but looking through you. "Whatever you want, kitten." You still blushed every time he called you that and it made your tummy swirl with butterflies.

You were already in bed when Taehyung was still taking a shower. He turned off the lights and climbed into the bed beside you. You turned around to face him, your hand finding his.

"Can I come closer?" you asked quietly, your body levitating with butterflies. Taehyung didn't say anything but you could almost feel him smiling as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. Your arm went around his side, your fingers drawing shapes into his back.

"You smell so nice, Tae," you whispered sleepily. He loved when you called him that; it made his heart skip a beat. Taehyung was so good at always appearing calm and composed although since he met you his mind was a chaos. He was always thinking about you, if you were eating well, if you were safe. Taehyung's grip around your waist became firmer just at the thought of you walking home that night. He kissed your forehead once he calmed himself, knowing that you were safe in his arms.

Jungkook

"Is that the time?" you gasped when you saw your phone light up with a random notification. You jumped up from the sofa where you and Jungkook were having drinks after the delicious dinner. Jungkook got up as well.

"I have to go," you hurried. "Maybe I can still catch the last train—"

Junkook caught your hand when you made to turn around and leave.

"You're not going home at this hour, Y/N." There was a small smile on his lips that conveyed how ridiculous you were being. "Least of all alone." Now the smile drained from Jungkook's face and his brows furrowed into a frown. The thought of you walking alone to the subway or anywhere else at this hour - at any hour really - made him sick with worry. He would not let you go even if it meant you never spoke to him again.

"But ..." you began but didn't know what to say. You both had a few drinks and although neither of you was drunk, it could still be dangerous to drive so that wasn't an option either.

"You can stay in my room and I'll sleep on the sofa, okay?" said Jungkook more gently as he pulled you into a hug. You nodded a little, your stomach jumping with butterflies.

"I can drive you home first thing in the morning if that's what you want," said Jungkook after he kissed your temple. Holding you in his arms calmed down every fiber in his body.

"That's okay," you whispered against his warm neck. In truth, the thought of spending the night at Jungkook's place made you feel all warm inside. "You don't have to sleep on the sofa," you said, drawing small lines along Jungkook's strong back with your fingers. "I trust you."

Jungkook gave you one of his soft hoodies and a pair of cozy sweatpants to change into. His bathroom was stocked to the brim with everything that you could possibly need. After you took a shower and brushed your teeth in the hallway bathroom and made it to Jungkook's bedroom, you found him emerging from his own bathroom, his hair still damp from the shower. The scent of his bodywash lingered in the air, giving you goosebumps.

As you climbed into the bed beside him and pulled the covers over you, you saw Jungkook remained laying on his side of the bed. You licked your lips as you watched him for a moment.

"Can I come closer?" you asked carefully, your voice soft and quiet. Jungkook was laying on his back, one of his arms behind his head. His eyes slowly opened and found yours. He opened his covers, a glinting smile in his eyes when you scooted towards his chest. You could hear his heartbeat beneath your ear as his arm wrapped around your waist. Your fingers tangled into the fabric of his t-shirt and your breathing began to slow down. Jungkook kissed your forehead and caressed your hair, not believing this was actually happening. He had never felt like this towards anyone before. It's only been a couple of weeks but the thought of losing you made Jungkook want to burn down the world.

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the-ace-with-spades · 1 year ago

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(It was supposed to be 4+1 extra for slow down but instead, it's a bit more chaotic 'Ice checking on Bradley during the night' standalone ficlet)

It starts like this — Carole passes away, Bradley already lives with them, so not much changes, but there's a period when CPS gets a bit too involved and he's taken away from them (from Mav only, technically, since Ice is a secret they're keeping hush-hush) and when he is given back to them, finally comes back to them, there's a month Bradley sleeps with them in their bedroom. Both because he's having nightmares every other night and this way they can make sure he wakes them up when they happen, and because Mav is paranoid and can't fall asleep if Bradley isn't in his range of sight. He understands the sentiment — it does feel like he's going to be taken away from them any time they aren't looking.

Bradley does eventually go back to his own room — he's almost a teenager, it's inevitable — and Mav does eventually start sleeping through the night.

But Ice is a light sleeper and an insomniac.

He wakes up one night, well past midnight and thinks he's heard something. He doesn't wake up Mav, just stands up as quietly as he can, and goes down the corridor, until he steps into their living room and under the dim light from the street lamp, curled up on their couch, Bradley is sitting with Tom's old Flight Manual on his lap.

He closes it, caught red-handed, as soon as he notices Tom.

"Buddy, you've got school," he says softly.

"I can't sleep."

"You still gotta try," he says because kids need sleep. "Come on, I'll tuck you in."

He doesn't even protest when Tom kisses his forehead, like he's been lately.

Ice goes back to their bedroom but he's still tossing and turning, something nagging him, pulling at the back of his head and at the heart inside his chest.

He gets up and Bradley isn't in the living room or the kitchen but he can hear the ruffling of the sheets through the door to his room.

When he peeks his head inside, Bradley turns towards him, the big doe eyes wide awake but crinkling as he tries to pop the covers more over himself, like he can hide away from him.

"Still can't sleep?"

Bradley shakes his head.

"Me neither," he confesses. Then, because Bradley looks—he just looks so sad and so tired and he doesn't want to leave him alone in the dark, just with his dino night lamp in the socket glowing green. "You mind if I lie down with you?"

He promises himself he'll stop once Bradley's nightmares disappear but he never does. Not when Bradley starts middle school, not when he graduates middle school, not when he's studying for his SAT, not when he's going to prom.

When Bradley leaves for college storms away, screaming he hates them and he never wants to see them again he can't kick the habit down either.

“He’ll come back, there’s still four weeks before he’s supposed to check into his dorms, he—” he tries to be logical about it, tries not to panic, tries to keep his head cool. He reasons, begs for it to be true. “He has nowhere else to go.”

“Yeah, he has nowhere else to go, Ice,” Mav says and he sounds terrified. “Nowhere.”

Bradley's always had Mav's stubbornness and Mav knows better than anyone that Bradley isn't going to relent no matter how hard it gets for him.

That night, he wakes up and Mav isn't in their bed.

When he gets up to check on him, he doesn't find him in the kitchen or in the living room, or even in their laundry room, trying to fill the sleepless night with forgotten chores.

Last place Tom checks is Bradley's bedroom, hope blooming in his chest as he reaches the doorknob.

Mav is asleep, his nose diving into Bradley's pillows, Bradley's pyjama top curled into a ball under his arm.

Tom steps into the room and crawls in next to him.

Bradley doesn't come back.

Ice never allows himself to venture into Bradley's room, not to do more than dust the place, and never actually sleeps in there without Mav. Not when Mav gets deployed, not when Mav is stationed in Nevada or Hawaii, not when it gets so lonely and the texts remain unanswered, calls are ignored, not when he spends sleepless nights on the couch downstairs, thinking about how he could turn back time and fix everything so they could still have their kid.

Not even when they moved into a bigger house, Bradley's room packed and unpacked at the new address, hoping he'd return there at some point — maybe after college, maybe after he gets his wings, maybe just, one day.

The only time he slips in there in the evening is the night he notices a blue Bronco in front of their house and sees it drive away as soon as he opens the door and then doesn't get a reply to his text.

He's at the end of his chemo plan and Mav's been trying to get Bradley to come down and talk to him, just in case, just for the support, and Bradley's seemingly ignoring it all.

But he was there. He could recognize the car anywhere.

He wakes up around midnight and his tired mind tells him Bradley might have come back and he walks down the hall and opens the door and—

And the room is untouched, a bit dusty, and there are no sheets, just the bare mattress and the sausage dog pillow Mav bought Bradley when he kept on insisting he wanted a dog when he was sixteen, and Tom lies down and hugs the pillow and tries to fall asleep, trembles through the cold air in the room, waking up from time to time.

The first time Bradley stays over after the mission, in his own room, untouched in almost fifteen years, Ice wakes up at two in the morning, feeling like the whole day — Bradley ringing the doorbell, Bradley helping Mav cook, Bradley eating dinner with them, Bradley grabbing clean bedsheets from Ice's hands, Bradley hugging them goodnight — was a figment of his imagination and he'll come downstairs to have breakfast and Bradley will still be on the other side of the States and not even answering their texts.

He shouldn't have — Bradley is an adult now, he needs privacy and Tom doesn't want to scare him away by not giving him what he needs once again — but he can't stop thinking the reality is going to betray him in the morning.

He walks down the hall, the automatic light turning on as he goes further, until he stands in front of Bradley's door.

He opens it just a smidge, so he can have a look, but the light is so bright in the corridor, and Bradley's sleepy face grimaces at him before he lifts his head up.

"You okay?" he asks Tom, as if he was the parent here.

Tom should leave, but he can't. He just stands there, looking at Bradley's sleepy face and squinted eyes and can't stop.

Bradley raises an eyebrow, falls down back on his pillow, and pats the space in front of him, covers ruffling.

Ice steps in and his hand reaches Bradley's face as soon as he's sat down, gets the curls off his forehead and then caresses his cheek, so much more coarse than he remembers, the unshaved skin tickling his fingers.

Bradley pushes his cheek closer into his palm and he's almost purring under Tom's affection.

"You can sleep here if you want to, Pops," he murmurs, eyes closed, hair out of place, curls falling on his forehead again. "'m sure Mav won't be too jealous."

Pops. He still can't believe he's getting called that again.

He crawls in, feeling his knees protest, and tucks Bradley — into his arms and under the covers.

Bradley moves in with them, a bit reluctantly, but he does — military housing is and always will be crappy, he's been moving from place to place so he has two suitcases and a keepsake box to his soul, and they're still trying to rebuild their family — and that's enough to give Tom a second life.

Tom still wakes up at night, still feels the panic that he'll go back to sleep and in the morning, Bradley won't be there, so instead of tossing and turning, he gets up and just goes to have a look anytime he needs.

Because he can do that now, again. He can walk down the hall and take a peek and maybe even have a chat with Bradley if he's awake and just look his fill until he calms down.

It's one of those nights — he wakes up and even Mav's soft breathes can't lull him back to sleep so he gently untangles himself from their bed and walks down the hall, opens the door to Bradley's bedroom.

Bradley is so used to it by now he doesn't even stir up at the light from the corridor. Instead, Tom hears a, "Huh?" in an unfamiliar voice and Jake 'Hangman' Seresin's head pops up from behind Bradley's shoulder.

He shuffles, blinking at Tom and the bright light, like he's confused about what he's seeing, and Tom notices his arm peeking out of the covers, wounding back around Bradley but this time on top of the duvet.

Tom backs out and closes the door behind himself.

"Jake Seresin is in Bradley's room," he says dumbly once he sits down back in bed.

Mav turns around to him, blinking at their night table light, and pulling the covers back over Tom's legs, scooping him to get back to the cuddling they had going on

Sleepily, he looks at Tom like he lost his mind and asks, "What time is it?"

"Mav," he repeats. "Jake Seresin is in Bradley's bed."

"They're thirty, dear." Mav doesn't even open his eyes. "You can't exactly be outraged about... you know."

"He sneaked in," he points out. "Into our son's room, under our roof."

"Pretty sure he just used the front door when you were asleep," he says, pulling on Tom's arm so he lies down. "Be glad you didn't walk into anything."

"Mav."

"Baby," Mav says, and his eyes are only half-open but he tries to hold his gaze as he leans back from where his chin rests on Tom's arm. "I know it feels like he's still seventeen but he's not. He's—He's all grown, okay?"

"He's still our kid."

"He is," Mav agrees softly, voice moussed with sleep. "Which means you can give Seresin your famous icy glare in the morning. Now, though, just go back to sleep. He'll still be there in the morning."

He'll be, Tom knows, but for how long? They've barely managed to talk him into moving in with them and even that was stretching the social norms a bit — most kids don't live their parents once they finish college, after all — but Tom didn't want him to go anywhere.

"Do you think they could move in here?"

Mav only gives him a confused, "Hmm?"

"When they get married, do you think they could live with us?"

There's enough space, the house is huge, and it's certainly better than any military housing they could get. Maybe they could stay at least for a bit, save up for a mortgage downpayment, or maybe just hold onto this place until they stop being regularly deployed.

Mav lifts his head, one eye open, giving him the look. "You already plannin' their wedding?"

"I don't mean Seresin specifically, just whoever Bradley marries," he explains. He's not sure he likes the idea of Seresin, the I'm-better-than-you-lone-wolf as Bradley's anything. "Do you think we could talk him into staying even when he gets married?"

"I dunno," Mav says, nuzzling into his shoulder again. "The housing market is shit so maybe? Probably would be easier for him, too, if he decides to have kids."

"Kids," Tom repeats numbly. "We could—We could watch them when we retired, right?"

Bradley's been seventeen in his mind for so long he didn't even let himself think about Bradley having kids of his own.

"Baby," Mav says. "He's not going to have kids overnight, not with Seresin anyway. Just go back to sleep, please."

#icemav #hangster #tgm #charlie writes #op

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e-m-ma-lmfao · 9 months ago

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I'm the anon who sent the last request for Zack's headcanon and I'm all 💖💞💓💗 I loved it sooo much <3 I could ask for another headcanon from him with a s/o who is a little scared of sleeping alone and loves it to be hugged in his arms all night? I hope it's not inconvenient asking one hc again I just love him so much ♡

Zack Fair with S/O Who’s Scared to Sleep Alone

pairing : zack fair x gn!reader

cw : none!

zack’s a busy guy.

he leaves early in the morning before you wake up and he’s usually home late in the night after you’ve gone to bed.

and you hate it.

you wake up to a cold bed, and you have to go to sleep with no one around.

being in the house by yourself all day is bad enough but as soon as the sun goes down it feels less boring and more scary.

every shadow seems bigger, like some big man has come creeping around the corner.

the floorboards seem to creek so much louder, like someone is sneaking through the house.

and the bed is always freezing.

it doesn’t help that the window faces your bed directly, you stare expecting someone to walk past or peer in.

you can’t sleep.

the first time, zack comes home, not bothering to check on you because he assumes you’re asleep.

i mean it’s midnight, you should be sleeping.

he showers, and crawls into bed, wrapping a heavy arm around you, as if it’s instinct, to pull you closer to him.

but you stir and he realizes you’re awake, turning to face him.

“baby.. why are you awake? i told you not to wait up.”

he’d stroke your head, finding your eyes even in the dark of your bedroom. and you mutter ‘couldn’t sleep’ in response.

“why not?”

honestly you’re not sure. yes you had been nervous earlier in the night but your bed was comfy enough and the house was safe.

so you just shrug.

“s’okay. i’m here now, so we can get some shut eye, yeah?”

he pulls you in close, and you feel your eyes becoming heavy, face buried in his muscular chest.

but you’re reeling in embarrassment, so sleep fails to come, even more so when zack’s snores fill your ears.

the second time, zack’s routine is the same.

you listen, pleading with yourself to fall asleep before he gets into bed.

god forbid you have to admit that you’re afraid in your home.

zack would go crazy installing security measures into you finally felt safe, but it wouldn’t help.

when zack enters the room he can already tell that your awake, you’re restless, he knows you well enough to know your habits.

he crawls into bed, clinging to your back side, arm lazily thrown over your side.

his cold hand reaches under your shirt to get closer to your skin, fingers tightening on your waist, “hi baby.”

both the cold and his voice makes you go rigid, flustered and embarrassed.

“why’re you awake hun?” his voice is soft, tired, and so close to your ear.

you can only shrug once more.

“you know what time it is?”

“no..”

“it’s late. too late for you to be awake, my love.” he kisses at your neck, making you squirm in his grip.

“let’s get some sleep baby.. we’re gonna talk about this in the morning, okay?”

you don’t. he’s gone in the morning. and you understand his busy schedule, but your still upset knowing tonight will be the same.

the day is the same as always, you’re nervous to be alone but you tidy up, and follow your schedule.

but when the sun goes down your nervousness grows, and your retreat to the bedroom to hide in the bed.

you turn the tv on, hoping it will help to have background noise. but it only makes you anxiety grow knowing you can’t hear anything else.

you miss zack. and you’re so tired.

but you can’t sleep.

so you lay in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, heartbeat quick in your chest.

at some point, your sleep deprived frustration causes tears to roll down your cheeks.

it only serves to embarrass you more, even though no one is home to witness the scene.

the third time, zack is home earlier.

it has you sitting up in the your shared bed instantly, scared that it might not be your beloved boyfriend entering your home.

he’s too early.

but then his head is peaking through the door, and then his body follows as he approaches.

you can tell he’s tired but there’s a sweet smile on his face.

“i figured you would be awake,” he speaks quietly, grabbing your hand and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“why are you awake,” your about to raise your shoulders but he cuts up off, “and don’t shrug, use your voice.”

“can’t sleep.”

“i know you can’t, baby.. why?” he squeezes your fingers, other hand landing gently on your knee.

you hesitate. you’re embarrassed. this is so childish.

“i.. i’m scared.”

his eyes would widen, concern and guilt fighting a war inside of his body. he should’ve been home more. had something happened?

“scared of what? what happened?”

“nothing.. i just.. i don’t know, the house seems so much scarier when you’re not home. can’t sleep without you.”

he calms. his blood stills. and his head levels out.

you’re safe. and the probelm is a fixable one.

“awh baby.. why didn’t you just say so?”

“cuz.. you work so hard for us I didn’t wanna wreck your schedule.”

he rids himself of his SOLDIER uniform, pulling you into the bed with him.

“i can always change my schedule. don’t worry about it.”

his fingers thread your hair, placing kisses across your face.

you breath him in. he hasn’t showered, but he doesn’t stink. he smells like home.

“can i make you breakfast tomorrow?”

“you’re gonna be home?”

“all day, my love.”

#x reader #headcanon #drabble #zack fair x reader #zack fair #zack ffvii #ffvii crisis core #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy vii

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arminsumi · 1 year ago

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OUR LAST SUMMER.

五夏 ⋅ reader

PART OF THE 2k SPECIAL: ur fave duos!!

NOTE: yuh this hurt to write 🥹 was solely inspired by that one abba song i'm ngl i listened to it one night and related it to satosugu and cried like a bitch

SUMMARY — You, Suguru and Satoru shared one summer of bliss before everything fell apart

WARNINGS — fluff to angst 👍, love triangle, i think it's gn reader but lmk if there's something not gn thank u!!

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1k

PLAY ME ♪ Our Last Summer

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ��𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

It had been a blisteringly hot summer. Sweat beaded at Suguru’s forehead. The sun forced Satoru’s eyes into a perpetual squint. And you took shelter in the shade of a palm tree – the two boys met you there, when they too decided to take shelter in the shade. The chemistry between you three was explosive, truly chemical; that one of a kind, once in a lifetime kind of friendship that blooms instantly like a timelapse of a flower, that artists and poets try their hand at capturing but mostly fail.

Beach walks were impossible at midday – the sand was so hot that it burned the soles of your feet. If you were riskily treading barefoot, then the boys would take turns carrying you. Satoru carried you bridal style. Suguru carried you on his back. The prior liked to pretend that he was going to throw you into the ocean (and he did a few times…) and the latter liked to steal romantic glances at you.

Come night, you three crammed together in one hotel room. Conversations, debates, arguments, flirting… those all easily carried past the midnight hour. Satoru was the first to pass out, but Suguru being the insomniac of the group managed to stay awake even longer with you. Usually, you fell asleep in the middle of expressing a thought to Suguru, and then woke up the next morning to two bleary blue eyes blinking awake on your left and abyssal black eyes blinking awake on your right. Satoru rolled on top of you and refused to let you leave bed. Suguru smiled and told him to stop crushing you to death.

Breakfasts were met with late attendance – thanks to Satoru taking his sweet time in the bathroom getting ready. Plates piled and spilled with hotel buffet food; Satoru’s plate consisted solely of sweet pastries. The custard Danishes were his favourite. The three of you broke down laughing at your inside joke about him being the custard Danish robber; the three of you couldn’t catch your breaths from how hard you laughed at your own stupid jokes. “He’s at it again!” Suguru snorted, body falling into yours, eyes reduced to strips of pure joy.

Butterflies liked Suguru for some reason. It was awful for him – he was terrified of butterflies, they really creeped him out. During walks around Okinawa, you struggled to keep up with the two giants; Satoru never missed a beat when walking in sync with his best friend. And he also never missed the opportunity to pick on your slowness or size. Suguru would patch up your bruised ego with a well-timed compliment.

When your holiday in Okinawa was drawing to a close, you three decided to cram as much exploration as possible into those three last days. Pulling all-nighters, stargazing, joking around, sharing secrets, kissing as friends until those kisses became something more. The final day of your holiday was spent ascending a hill that overlooked the glittering beaches. Such a picturesque view. One you didn’t dare to capture in a photograph, because that felt disrespectful. It was a beautiful landscape that deserved to live only in the rich world of your memories.

On that grassy hill, in that briny wind, you three thought that the present moment would never end. You held hands. You kissed. Your hands felt warm. Your lips felt tingly. They both looked at you meaningfully.

“Come back to Jujutsu High with us.” You didn’t hesitate to agree, a sparkle in your eyes. No one in your life had ever accepted you as a sorcerer until they came along.

Summer ended…

And the school year began.

In the far future, when you and Satoru would reminisce together as old Jujutsu High teachers to your students, you two would summarize your high school days with very specific memories.

“Remember when we always got caught making out in the classroom, and Yaga chased us down the corridors?”

“ – and we’d loiter around the vending machines. You know, Yuji, Satoru had such a bad sweet tooth even back then. And! He! Stole! My! Lunches! He was a menace!! Don’t deny it, Satoru.”

“What I stole from you in food I repaid in saving your ass. Remember when you almost died? No joke, Megumi, Y/n almost died during that Alleyway Incident – you know that one we talked about? Yeah, that was Y/n. Suguru and I were stronger than Y/n so we always helped – heyyy! I’m just telling the truth!”

“Who was Suguru?”

The smiles dropped from yours and Satoru’s faces. The color drained out of them, too. Just one little name, six little letters, devastated the atmosphere. That’s when the reminiscing ceased abruptly, and Satoru stood up and excused himself to a quiet place. You and him never cried together, only separately – except for on that day.

That day was the first and only day you and Satoru broke down sobbing into each other. Snot dribbled out of your noses. Your eyes puffed up. Your faces felt tightened with the dried tears.

“Suguru, don’t leave. Come back with us to Jujutsu High, we can sort all of this out.”

But he turned and walked away from you and Satoru, disappearing into the crowd of people. You yelled so loudly that you hurt your lungs, “Did our last summer mean nothing to you! What about the memories we’ve made at school together?! Suguru, don’t you walk away from us! Don’t – leave us behind, S-Suguru did it all mean nothing to you?!”

Just like that, three reduced to two. Just you and Satoru. Sat on the steps in heavy, impenetrable silence. Faces planted into your palms. Back curved because you had no energy to sit up straight after such an exhausting cry. You never thought you’d look into Satoru’s eyes and see no light. Over the years, he lightened up – especially when he became a teacher. But you could tell he masked his true expression; a deadpan. The real emotions were forcefully forgotten.

#五夏 #satosugu #angst #satosugu x reader #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x geto #geto #geto suguru #geto x reader #angst with a sad ending #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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epione-xx · 1 year ago

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LOVER <3

Just a cute little fluff about a boy, a girl and a Mercedes in the night listening to Taylor swift and day dreaming

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His hand laid on your plush and warm thigh, the city’s street lights casting shadows over various items but when Damian drove past them, you could see his tiny smile, how his eyes glistened and how they shined like emeralds.

Taylor swifts ‘lover’ was playing in the foreground as he drove, no words were spoken as a comfortable smile silence fell over you both. He squeezed your thigh again and turned the corner.

Drives like this had no purpose, you guys had no where to go- in fact you should have been tucked into bed long ago, but when your boyfriend calls and offers to take you out in his cool car, you accept.

The car in question was a Mercedes AMG E63, in a midnight black colour and with the street lights shining on it, it almost looking like a galaxy had enveloped the car. The interior was all leather- “easier to clean” Damian would claim but you knew he never really bothered to clean his seats unless well, unless something…else, had happened.

Your side was prettied up too, well kind of. He had put in a better mirror and you had all your little sweets in the glove box along with spare womanly panties- yknow, just in case…things…happened.

You were in a trance, your head pulled to the side a little as day dreams flooded into your mind of him, suddenly you felt another though squeeze and a soft “beloved?”

You snapped out of your trance again and blinked awake “shit, sorry…was I in a trance again?” Your eyes squint as you looked at him in the dark and notice the lines of his crinkled nose as he smiles

“Yeah, you were” he smiles and you could only smile back as she slowly laced your fingers together, still on top of your thigh.

“I love you Damian” you say finally after a nice moment of silence.

“And I you, beloved.”

Your stomach was warm and tingly, your heart full as you pulled Damian’s hands to your lips and then let it lay back down on your thigh, the back of his hand touched your thigh and you traced over his palm.

Each line and scar told a story, you could remember going to the palm reader with him once, remember how she said that “he would live a long and happy life with the love of his life” and you could remember that being a key moment in your relationship, the moment where Damian let his walls come down around you. The moment he trusted you with his heart.

You remember when his couldn’t hold anything for weeks because of when his hand got slashed by a villains knife, how you had to do everything for him and walk on his left side- which he hates because you were closer to the road, and how he panicked about any little car that passed you both because what if it was some maniac who could have hit you?!

The song changed, the one upbeat and happy song now turned into a low strum of a bass as arctic monkeys played- a Damian pick surprisingly.

He chuckles a little as he looked over at you “remember the last time this song played?” He asks with a raised brow as his hand crawled up your thigh.

You flushed thinking about it and coughed a little “yeah, that was a good time” you said as he nods and stroked the inside of your thigh.

You pinched his hand lightly and he gave you the biggest hurt puppy eyes, because even if he was a superhero, his dear beloved hurting him? It was his greatest weakness!

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out just as Damian reached a red light.

“Don’t do that beloved” his husky voice said. The light still red and reflecting in his iris, he leaned forward and kissed you, biting your tongue lightly as you let out a soft moan, feeling his hands go high and high and then-

Green.

You cursed traffic control, the light itself for even working! How dare they do this to you! He smirked at your reaction but pulled away as he pressed on the gas again and drove off.

You pout, brushing his warm hand against your own heat so that he would begin again, but he didn’t, only smirked knowing that you would get him back when you got home and send him some pictures in that pretty little white set you owned that made you looked like an angel.

After all, if it was 40 minutes or 7 hours, Damian would always be at your door ready for you, using his rich boy privilege to give you the best life he ever could.

The ring box in his pocket was only another promise of that vowel he made to himself.

#damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #damily #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne smut #damian wayne headcanon #damian al ghul #damian wayne fanfiction #batboys #batbros #batfam headcanons #batboys x reader #batman #batfam x reader #batfam #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson

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lowkeychenle · 1 year ago

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Late Nights [LMH]

Description: Mark's busy schedule only gives him time to come over late at night, but it's safe to say neither of you are complaining by the time you fall asleep.

Genre: Fluff/Smut (Shower sex for the win, but anyway, unedited and maybe not my best work but I just wrote this today in the last hour haha sorry in advance)

Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (don't do this LOL)

Word Count: 1,801

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Juliet's Masterlist

It’s well past midnight by the time the door to your apartment opens. After several months of making your relationship official, you’re used to this—to Mark coming to see you late at night because that’s when he finally gets out of practice.

He always tells you not to wait up for him, but you do anyway.

The sight of his silhouette in your peripheral vision has you turning in his direction. He runs his fingers through his freshly-dyed blond hair, a sigh escaping his lips as he walks toward you. Sitting on the edge of your bed, he gives you the slightest hint of a smile, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You’re awake.”

“You say that like sleeping without you is easy.” You reach over and intertwine your fingers. “How was practice?”

“It was alright,” he says. “Something was wrong with me today, I think. I couldn’t get any of the moves down.”

“How dare you have an off day, Mark Lee?” You narrow your eyes playfully at him, and he chuckles.

“Donghyuck is gonna kick my ass if I keep ditching him for you.” Mark rubs his thumb along your palm. “You’re much more fun than he is.”

“I think you could take him.” You sit up, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

“I was gonna hop in the shower real quick. Care to join me?” He quirks an eyebrow at you, and immediately, you know you’re putty in his hands. You nod, allowing him to pull you toward the bathroom. He flicks the light on, shrouding you both in fluorescent lighting.

Flinching at the sudden change, he lets out a tiny groan. You take a moment to appreciate him, the way his messy hair still somehow looks effortless on the top of his head, the too-large T-shirt nearly swallowing him whole. Two braids rest on either side of his face. They must’ve filmed something today if they styled him like this. You love it, though. It suits him well.

You help him take them out, starting the water. After months, he has yet to figure out how to work your shower. You’re sure, in reality, that he just wants you to do it for him. He’d never admit it out loud.

As soon as the shower’s ready, his hands are already sliding beneath your shirt. He moves sluggishly, as if his practice took a lot out of him today. Instead of teasing him about it, you allow him to remove your clothes before working on his own. Although, you’re not entirely sure getting clean is his goal when you two step beneath the steaming stream of water. Your back is pressed against chilled tile before you have the chance to register the drastic change in temperature.

He grips your waist, dropping his head on your shoulder. Pressing a kiss there, he takes a deep breath. You rest your head back on the wall, allowing him to do whatever it is he wants. It’s late, and you’re exhausted, but, unfortunately, this is really the only alone time you and Mark are allowed together.

In the morning, he’ll be gone by eight.

“Are you tired?” he whispers, fingertips tracing along the curve of your ass.

You grasp his hair, gently tugging him back so you can look into his eyes. Shaking your head, you lean forward and brace yourself for the electricity that comes with his touch. “Never too tired for you.”

Just as you suspect, his lips send a shiver down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat when you feel him beginning to harden against your stomach. Without another thought, you deepen the kiss, whimpering when his tongue enters your mouth.

“You’ll be the death of me one day, you know that?” he mutters, gathering your hands in his and pinning them above your head. “I missed you today.”

“Only today?” you tease him.

“Every second of every day,” he responds, touch dancing from your hip and dipping dangerously close to where you need him.

You’re already squirming, pushing yourself toward him in a feeble attempt to spur him forward. He slides one finger along your entrance.

“You’re always so ready for me.” His voice rumbles through your skin, sending another bout of warmth between your legs.

Knowing he’s about to give in, you close your eyes, rest your head against the tile, and widen your stance to allow him better access. Two of his fingers slide in with ease, and the sound that leaves your mouth echoes off the walls.

“I love you,” he whispers. “You look so beautiful like this.”

As much as you’re dying to touch him, his grip on your wrists is firm. You don’t want to test him tonight, not when he’s looking at you like you’re everything he’s ever wished for. He keeps a steady pace, eyes analyzing your face.

“I wish I could be inside you like this all the time.” He sets his forehead against yours, the deep brown of his eyes whirling with all the emotions he doesn’t get to show to you during the day.

“Need more,” you say, rolling your hips to aid his pace.

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” he asks, thumb brushing your clit.

Your body jolts in response, craving him in every way possible.

“You don’t want to finish like this first?”

You shake your head. “Mark.”

He hums in response, gently removing his fingers from you. His gaze catches yours as he slides them between his lips instead, a low moan emanating as he sucks your arousal from them.

“God, you taste good.”

You don’t have to say another word. He releases your wrists and grips your waist instead, hoisting you upward. You latch your legs around his waist and your hands tangle in his hair. He slams his lips against yours, your mouths melding together in a harmony you’ve only ever been able to accomplish with him.

The kiss is messy, teeth clashing despite somewhat slower movements. He reaches down to grab his cock, sliding it along your entrance. A whine escapes you, but he swallows it with ease. Steam wafts around the two of you, the water mostly hitting Mark’s back. If he wasn’t pressed so closely to you, you’d be shivering.

“Are you sure?” He dips down to kiss your neck, tongue leaving a trail of saliva along your thundering pulse.

“Positive.”

He shifts a bit before you feel his tip. Your breath catches in your throat as he slowly slides in, stretching you to your limit just like he did every other time. Arching your back, you dig your nails into his shoulders.

Your name tumbles from his lips, and his eyes roll back before he clenches them shut. Without wasting a moment, he starts moving, breathing ragged as he takes you slowly. His eyebrows furrow. You can’t help the moans leaving you every time he sheathes himself inside completely.

Both of you are usually partial to dirty talking, but today, he seems to just want to relish in the feeling and sounds he pulls from you.

He hits a spot inside of you that has you calling out louder and holding on tighter than before. Tonight, he grunts with each thrust, occasionally allowing your name to mingle with the steam.

His cock feels heavenly inside of you, rubbing and sliding against your walls as if he were made just for you. The slow pace drives you crazy, near making you beg for me. Like he can read your mind, his hand trails between the two of you and rubs circles on your clit.

The bubble in the pit of your stomach starts to tighten, and you try to stop yourself from getting lost in the pleasure. Everything about his movements is precise. He does it the way he knows you like it, having learned your body and what gets you off since you began dating.

The second you catch the dark, lustful look in his eyes, the bubble bursts. You swear your vision blurs as your hips slam toward his. Unintentionally, you scratch down his biceps to ground yourself, leaving angry red marks in your wake.

His thrusts pick up as he chases his high. Once his breathing picks up, you know he’s only moments away from following your lead. You kiss him, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip and tugging it.

His voice cracks mid-whine as he presses himself as deep as he can get. He curses, spilling inside you. You remain in this position for a moment, both of you breathing heavily as he showers your face and shoulders with kisses.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans.

“Says you.” You let out a breathless laugh, tracing the marks on his arms. “I guess it’ll be long sleeves for you this week.”

“Worth it.” He grins and pulls out of you. Setting you back on your feet, he pulls you underneath the stream of water. “I guess we should actually shower now, huh?”

The rest of it is spent with you helping him wash, and you even spend a little bit of time massaging his shoulders. He stares at you lovingly, head tilted with a slight smile playing on his lips.

“You’re everything, you know that?”

You raise your eyebrows. “I don’t think so.”

“Well, I do. You didn’t have to stay up and wait for me. Hell, you didn’t even have to let me come over tonight. My schedule sucks, and I’m sorry about that, but I can’t help but love the way you’re okay with adapting to it.” He plants a kiss on your forehead. “No matter what you think, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You allow his words to sink in. They said a bout of heat to your cheeks, surely turning you red. He intertwines your fingers together.

“I’m keeping you up,” Mark murmurs. “Let’s get out and go to bed.”

He kisses you one last time before turning the water off and grabbing a towel for you. As soon as you’re dry, neither of you bother to put clothes on. He climbs into your bed with you. Like it’s a reflex, he pulls you to his chest and kisses the top of your head.

Sure, you didn’t have to let him come over and you definitely didn’t have to stay up waiting for him, but these moments with him are your favorite. They’re the ones you will always remember, even when his schedule starts to slow down and he’s free to spend more of his time with you.

He falls asleep with your head on his chest, his heart thumping steadily and soft snores escaping him. You smile, realizing you’d never trade these late nights for anything.

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream smut #mark lee #mark lee smut #mark lee fluff #mark lee imagine #mark lee x reader #nct dream x reader #nct x reader

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leeknow-thoughts · 1 year ago

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WINTER FALLS

tw : Jack Frost!Hyunjin, mortal!reader, sub!hyunjin, dom!reader, p in v, pillow humping, praise, slight edging

Your head hurt, when you touched it you saw the blood on your hands. Your ribs hurt. Everything hurt.Your body decided to close its eyes. You felt someone carrying you for a moment before everything went black and fuzzy.

When you did come to, you were in a warm bed. You scanned your surroundings. A cozy room made of wood. "You're finally awake," a man's voice exclaims.

You look around, finding the man, "what-"

"You were in a skiing accident, you fell down the side of a mountain," he explains.

He was blonde with tan skin. Possibly the prettiest man you've ever seen. He looked familiar somehow. Like you had seen him many times in the past. "Do I know you?" you ponder out loud.

"My name is Hyunjin," he smiles, his teeth pearly white.

You'd never heard that name before. Not even in your dreams. "You look familiar," you state.

He smiles, "where you're from they call me Jack Frost," he chuckles.

Oh you definitely had a concussion. "Prove it," you chuckle.

He takes the glass beside your bed you watch as his touch turns the lukewarm water into ice. "That proof enough?," he asks.

You simply close your eyes and pray that this is a dream. "You can't wish me away my love," he sighs, "I've had my eye on you for the longest time."

"That's creepy," you blurt.

He laughs, "not like that, for the past three years you've just always caught my eye whenever I've brought snow."

"Me?" you sit up to face him.

He nods, "you."

"Why?"

"Because you're perfect, and beautiful. At least you are during the winter," he cracks a warm smile.

You recall the memory fondly as you wait for midnight. That was the third year you had waited for him to show up. You waited until midnight on the first night of winter. He would show up. He promised you he would every year.

For the past three years he would stay with you during the winter. "You changed your hair," his familiar voice rang in your ears.

You turned around and there he was, standing in your living room. "Just cut it a bit," you reply.

He smiles warmly, "it looks lovely, you look lovely."

You cross the space between the both of you, wrapping him in a hug. He was cold like usual, at first it used to bother you, now you felt comfort in his coolness. He ran his fingers through your hair. "Missed you Hyune," you murmur into his chest.

You hated to admit it, but you had fallen in love with Hyunjin. He knew it, you told him last year before he had to leave. "Been thinking about what you told me last year," he says.

You pull apart from him, looking him in the eyes. "Wish you could stay forever," you mumble.

"There is a way, but it's just," he pauses, "I don't think you'd want to do that," he smiles.

"Well what is it?" you question him.

"We would uhm," he chokes it out, "have to fuck."

Your face went blank, you'd have to fuck the Jack Frost. "I'd do it," you say immediately.

He sighs, "I know you would but I don't want to force this on you, let's just be together, we have all winter," he smiles.

You nod, "c'mon let's go to bed, I'm tired."

First day of winter. You woke up to Hyunjin cooking you breakfast, "let's go ice skating," he suggests as he watches you eat the pancakes he had made.

You agreed, you both walked to the ice rink. And of course he had to show off when he was there.

Fourteenth day of winter, you and Hyunjin had a Christmas movie marathon. Christmas with the Kranks, The Grinch, and Christmas Vacation.

Every night he would hold you close to him, running his hands through your hair.

Twenty eighth day of winter, Hyunjin took you skiing for the weekend.

Sixtieth day of winter you both went walking in the park while it was snowing.

He would kiss you every night, holding you tenderly.

Eighty eighth day of winter, the last day. You went out to the store to grab groceries to make dinner while Hyunjin stayed back in your apartment. When you put the key into the door and swung it open, the first thing you heard was whines coming from your bedroom. You placed your bags on the ground, making a b-line to the bedroom.

The sight inside was enough to make you feral. Hyunjin was hovering over one of your stuffed animals, grinding on it, completely naked. Your mouth was watering at the sight. "You couldn't even wait hmm?" you ask.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he whimpers and tries to cover himself.

You cross the space between the two of you, "no baby, keep going, would you feel better if you saw my tits?" you hum.

He nods feverishly. You quickly remove your top, undoing your bra. Your eyes trail down to his pulsing cock. Long and veiny with a flushed tip. "Mistress, please, ngh touch me please" he whines.

"Why should I little love?" you pause, taking your nipple in your hands, twisting it gently, "you couldn't even wait for me hmm?"

"Please," he whimpers.

"If you want to cum at all Hyunjin, you'll keep humping that fucking toy," you grab his jaw making him look at you.

His hips resume their movements against the toy. He bites his lip. His eyes roll back into his head. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. You brush your hands through his hair.

"Mama, please, ngh I need to fucking cum-" he announces.

"Stop," you command.

You see the tears spill out of his eyes as he forces himself to stop his movements. "Want you to cum in my pussy little one," you grin.

You remove your pants and panties, kicking them somewhere in your room. You lean back on the bed, opening your legs for Hyunjin.

Hyunjin leaps at the opportunity to fuck you. Moving from on top of your toy, and lining his dick up at your entrance. "Such a good boy, go ahead and put it in," you coo.

He whines as he puts it in, his face contorting. Stopping once he had filled you completely. "Mama- ngh so wet," he whimpers.

"Such a good boy, c'mon fuck mommy good," you grin.

He whimpers with each stroke of his hips. His cock filled you so deliciously. The veins of his dick rubbing against your walls. You threw your head back whenever he hit your g-spot. "Atta boy, just like that, roll your hips just like that for me," you praise.

Your head fell back when he did it again. By this point he developed a steady rhythm. "Shit you're such a good boy for mommy," you praise him again.

You closed your eyes for a moment, but reopened them when you felt Hyunjin's hand rubbing on your clit. "Fuck, that's it little love, such a good boy," you smile.

"Can I cum- ngh please-" Hyunjin begs with hooded eyes.

You nod, "cum inside me Hyune, c'mon be a good boy."

He grips onto your hips as he cums inside you. You feel it filling you up, causing you to cum with him. He threw his head back, panting hardly.

"Thank you, mama-" he thanks you, "thank you for helping me stay."

#bun.writes #bunwritesskz #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x you #skz #skz x reader #skz hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #skz fanfic #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #stray kids x reader #bunskinkmas.2023

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suzyandthefox · 6 months ago

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An Accident

Inspired by this prompt! Thanks @opikarts

Even though the pred in question isn't a scientist and is just a tired college student

A sequel (or prequel?) to the last fic, But also works as a standalone

Accidental g/t soft safe vore, male pred and Non-binary prey

Warnings: 1 f bomb and very mild mentions of drugs.

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie

"Say,Ryan, you never told me how did you find out that you can, Y'know, control your stomach?”

Oliver, still shrunken, asked his best friend.

The latter sighed heavily, and looked away for a moment.

“It wasn't fun at all,I can tell you that,” He adjusted himself to sit more comfortably on his bed, as he looked to his shrunken buddy, who was sitting on the counter beside him.

He remembered the events of yesterday,and how it was a hard experience that required a lot of courage from both Oliver and himself.

“It wasn't as easy as it was with you, either.”

“Wait… you did that before?” The idea of Ryan being someone who is used to swallowing living beings creeped out Oliver.

“Yes… and no.” Ryan seemed to be disturbed by just remembering how it happened. “Wait, how did you think I found out?”

“I don't know, but it definitely wasn't that,” Oliver shrugged.

“Can you at least me tell what happened? Now I really want to know!” Oliver's curiosity was piqued, despite the logical part of him finding it gross and awful.

Ryan gave up and just shook his head.

“Very well,”

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It was a while ago, when Ryan was studying for one of his finals.

That particular night, he had a final that he was worried about. It was a subject that even a nerd like himself found complicated, and now that he recalls these events, he can't even seem to remember what it was exactly.

He had pulled an all-nighter that night, studying all the way to past midnight.

His back hurt like hell, so he got up and stretched, his tired eyes fighting sleep.

A large cup of Ice coffee would be great, he thought.

He walked to the kitchen, realising that he still didn't do the dishes and that they were there since dinner. “I will do these in the morning,” he told himself.

At that moment he was content with washing a single cup, and wandered around the kitchen to get the few ingredients he needed for the caffeine boost.

He must have taken way too long,or was way too deep in his thoughts to notice the change, because when he mixed the ingredients together,he didn't realise that there was an ingredient that was already there.

An ingredient that wasn't supposed to be there at all.

Ryan poured the coffee,the milk, the sugar,and the ice, and gave the mixture a good swirl with the only clean spoon in his apartment.

He downed the entire drink in one go, and that resulted in him choking on something.

In a stressful, painful moment, he felt a weight in his throat, something big and distinct, and he could swear to god that at the moment, it felt alive.

Lodged right above his esophagus, it took him a good few seconds of coughing and swallowing, before he was able to gulp down whatever interrupted his airway.

It felt very cold, so he hoped that it was just an ice cube. At worst cases, it might be a bug, he got chills in his spine just by thinking about that possibility.

He ran his hand through his black hair and sighed, realising that there's the taste of something that wasn't coffee on his mouth… Fabric?

He shook his head, the experience made him awake, that's for sure.

But as he sat down to study, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

It reminded him of when he felt that someone was in danger, or it was as if he had committed a mistake

In both cases, he was still uneasy and unsure of what to do.

So he closed that textbook, and tried focusing his senses on where he felt that uneasiness.

As he expected, it came from his stomach, of course that iced coffee had something off about it. He put a hand on his stomach as it ached, it was churning and moving, making him feel sick.

It felt as if there's a warm weight inside him, a weight that shouldn't be there at all.

That's where it hit him…

It had a pulse, it was a living being.

Ryan desperately denied the situation, but his enhanced senses only proved the opposite. He pressed two fingers on where the being should be, and tried to trace its form.

The thought of it being a bug or a mouse made him want to vomit, but the info he is receiving from his system implied something far worse.

That being wasn't squirming and flailing, but it was very much alive and awake.

His fear came true when he realized, as he pressed where the uninvited guest should be, that it was humanoid shaped.

And it was trembling, the poor thing was scared to death.

He thought the worst case was swallowing some sort of vermin but no, it was a sapient being, Borrowers were very much humans, in both how they looked and how they acted.

So for him to send one of them through this? When he is supposed to be a hero that saved people? Guilt clawed at him, ripping him to shreds.

He found himself rubbing his stomach, especially where the poor thing was, his heart heavy with fear for his innocent prisoner and heavy with guilt that ate at him.

He, of course, should've just tried to cough them up, but he felt a desperate need to comfort the poor little one, he wanted to hug them, it did not help at all that he was able to hear their faint, soft sobs as his senses were entirely focused on them.

If he could just… Keep them safe, and tell them they were alright, and put them somewhere comfortable.

As if his system reacted to his thoughts, he found himself thinking of the idea of controlling his digestive system, experimenting with something he wasn't sure about.

Perhaps it was his anxiety that made him think like that, instead of outright letting the borrower out, or perhaps he found it as an opportunity to test out something new.

So he attempted control over his digestive system, perhaps he could, somehow, stop the acids? At the very least, it would make letting them out a bit easier for both him and them.

“Eek!” The tiniest squeak was emitted from the poor borrower as the environment around them changed, and Ryan broke into millions of pieces at that sound.

He prayed that his stomach didn't hurt them that much, that by some sheer miracle, they were only minorly injured.

Realistically, the process of digestion takes a few hours when it comes to meat, so he hoped that by this logic, his prisoner wouldn't be harmed that much.

He shook his head as he contemplated what to do, he could tell there was a change, an uncomfortable one for him, sure,but a change nonetheless.

But if he wanted to be fully sure, he had to ask the borrower.

The idea was stupid, it's not like the borrower would talk to him after what happened.

The boy put his face in his hands, he wanted to scream from his depths, this was all too much for him to handle.

At the very least, he had to get someone to think with him.

Emilia would know, she is used to him getting in weird situations like this, and despite looking like she doesn't care about anything, she always gave him solid advice.

He brought out his phone and immediately texted her, to his surprise, she responded.

“Sup” Her text appears on the glowing screen of his phone.

“Need ur opinion” He typed back, and proceeded to type a wall of text about the situation that just happened.

“NGL, thats pretty fucked.” The skull emoji she punctuated her messages with didn't help at all.

“What should i do??!!”

“Talk to them or something, dunno, but if u decided to keep them there, which is a rlly weird choice BTW, then dont just leave them alone, at least make it look like u care bro”

She was right, he decided to keep them, then he should talk to them.

He rubbed his stomach again, and decided to take Emilia’s advice.

“Hey,” He gently spoke, making sure to lower his voice as if he was afraid his voice was going to be too loud for them

He felt a shift inside him, the little one was surprised to hear him talk, he thought.

“Yes you, little buddy,” He spoke ever so gently, as if talking to a kitten. “Are you alright? Physically at least?”

He bit his lip, he thought that the question was bold, especially when he was the one who put them through all of this.

“... Kind of,” Ryan's body tensed,he didn't actually think that they would respond, their voice was, understandably, muffled by his flesh and quiet from their fear.

If he didn't have enhanced hearing he probably wouldn't have heard them at all.

“A bit shaken… but not dead, why are you asking?” The borrower asked, their voice echoing slightly in the flesh chamber that was Ryan's stomach, it was shaking,

And Ryan found himself pressing a hand to his stomach, as if wanting to hold them, to cradle them.

“I'm very very sorry, I didn't see you, I should have been more careful and_”

“It wasn't your fault.” They interrupted him. “It was mine,I should have been more careful, going around in a human’s house, because of accidents like… this one.”

“Look, normally I shouldn't be trusting humans, especially one that, well, basically ate me…” Ryan was surprised at their shift and how talkative they've become, but maybe it meant that they trusted him.

“But, you did something here, I don't know what it is exactly, or if humans are supposed to do that, but it saved my life, I…I can tell you are a nice human.”

The borrower yawned softly, and Ryan gently patted his stomach, feeling how tired they were.

“Would you like me to let you out now?” He already knew their answer,but he wanted their permission in order to not throw them off guard.

“Actually… the thing you did with your stomach, the one that… doesn't make it deadly, how long does it last?” Well, that's not what he was expecting.

“Maybe a whole day or something, before it starts negatively impacting me…” Ryan wasn't going to go into detail about his powers to a borrower of all things. “Why are you asking again?”

“Look, I know it sounds weird and inconvenient but_” He hoped it's not what he was thinking about.

“If it's safe for me,can I spend the night here? It's soft and nice, if a bit slimy…” It was, Indeed, what he was thinking of.

He texted Emilia again, and to not make the borrower feel forgotten,he traced circles around his stomach with his other hand.

“Give me a moment.” He told them as he wrote his request to Emilia.

“M! i talked to them and now they want to spend the night in my stomach!”

“Pookie,if i didn't know how much of a goody two shoes u r, i would’ve said ur high as a fuckin kite.”

“Eh, let em sleep, they prolly had a real long night.”

Ryan closed the phone and threw it next to him, his attention shifted to his… He didn't know what to call them at this point, Guest? Tenant? Cargo?

“You can go ahead and rest…” He found himself speaking tenderly, as if the idea of them trusting him enough to rest was appealing to him.

“Thank you… sir.” The tired borrower yawned again and stretched, and Ryan felt their limbs brushing at the folds of his stomach.

“Sure…uhh… you're welcome.” He awkwardly replied as he gave his stomach a pat.

That night, Ryan wasn't able to get even a wink of sleep, and he wasn't able to move out of his bed either.

He feared that any wrong movement might wake up the sleeping little buddy inside his guts, or worse, squish them.

That, and his stomach was protesting with all it's might for not being able to digest it's resident, constantly gurgling and moving around them, but not enough as to wake them up.

So he spent the whole night staring at his phone, watching random videos of cats and doom scrolling.

He coughed up the borrower in the morning. It was a weird process for him, but he was glad that they were unharmed overall.

And they were grateful for him offering them protection for one whole night, even if it came at the cost of him failing his final.

At least, after that, Ryan had little good things happen in his life, he never lost a pair of socks,or a pen, or even a paperclip.

His phone was always charged, and generally, it seemed that the little one was trying to pay back for that one night of safety they had inside his belly, where no being could ever reach them.

He still hasn't seen them since he let them out, but he can respect and understand that.

==========

“You haven't seen them yet?”

“Yeah, but I understand the secretive nature of a borrower, besides, I wouldn't blame them if they are still scared of me after what happened. Maybe they asked to stay only because they were absolutely desperate, delirious even.”

“I see… But I can't believe you told Emilia before you told me!”

“She… gives good advice, and she is pretty reasonable.” Ryan blushes.

“She is a junkie, and a school dropout, if her advice was that good, she should've gone by it.” Oliver grumbled, even if Emilia was his friend as well, he still couldn't deny that aspect of it.

Oliver was then taken back by Ryan putting his thumb and index underneath his armpits, as if he was going to pinch his torso.

“Careful,tiny, you're still bite sized…” Ryan warned gently, his expression was still as calm and sweet as always.

There were a few things Oliver feared more than a threat from Ryan, no matter if they were jokes or real.

Oliver wasn't sure anymore if his stay with Ryan was as safe as he imagined, but it will be okay, Ryan was his best friend after all.

He wouldn't hurt his best friend, right?

Right?

#sfw vore #g/t vore #g/t #soft vore #safe vore #sfw vore community #comfort vore #vore story #vore writing #male pred #Nonbinary prey #Borrower prey #Suzywrites

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promise-you-doie · 11 months ago

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Sweet misery | Mark lee

Mark x reader (established relationship)

around 900 words

Angst if your weak, teeny bit suggestive, toxic relationship.

not proofread

A/n: it was originally inspired by misbehave - monsta x but i think it’s kinda more sweet misery - shinee coded.

My first nct fanfic yay~

It’s midnight, 1:22 am to be exact.

The wind is flooding in through the window, brushing past the exposed skin of your leg. You’d spent so long crying that you couldn’t get another tear out even if you wanted to. Now your head is just throbbing and it’s hard to tell if it's because of the sobbing you’d just done or if it’s because of all the alcohol you consumed. It might have been both.

It’s 1:22 in the morning and your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. No calls, no text, nothing. Lord knows where he could be, he could be cheating or maybe he’s over at a friend's, he might be at a bar or he might be working late. It’s left to your imagination because he hasn’t told you anything. You doubt he will, he’ll probably sneak in like he always does when he’s sure you're fast asleep. And wake up in the morning as if everything’s fine.

Now what’s worse? The fact that you allow him to do it every time, scotch free and pretend that it doesn’t bother you? Or the fact that you stay up every night with tears dried to your face waiting for him to come back?

Neither.

It’s the fact that you’ve stayed up all of those nights telling yourself that it was gonna be the last. The last time you allow yourself to be treated like this.

Your heart skips a beat when you hear the doorknob turn. You’re not sure if you should hide or pretend to be asleep. Your muscles make that decision for you when you stand up, both of your feet planted on the floor. Your breath hitched and your eyes wide open, gazing at the boy who walks in front of you.

“Oh man, you’re awake?” He unintentionally stomps into your shared apartment. You try to read him but you can’t. He’s walking and talking perfectly fine, so you know he’s not intoxicated. His hair is somewhat neat or better yet not messy. And his clothes look almost the exact same way as he walked out this morning. So maybe he’s not cheating.

“Where were you?” you mumble barely enough for him to hear you.

“I was with Johnny.”

“What about last night? and the night before that?” You’re on the verge of tears. He hadn’t even answered the question yet but you’re already recoiling. And he sees it.

“Are you crying?” He reaches for your cheeks to dry your tears, not even acknowledging your question. Half of you appreciates that much, you were already crying, you don't know how you’ll react once he tells you the truth.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, relishing the way his hands feel. They’re kind of rough and bruised but it doesn’t bother you at all since this is the most he’s touched you in probably a month.

“I was giving you some space. Like you asked.” He almost whispers. Your eyes flutter open and meet his immediately, that’s how you know he’s being honest. You know he is but you’re still doubtful.

You asked for space and some time to think. Now that he was giving it to you, you felt neglected.

“Doesn’t it bother you that we can only talk to each other when we’re arguing?” You think aloud. Watching the way his face contorts into confusion.

“All of our conversations end with ‘I hate you’ and we never fail to throw things at each other,” you add

“What are you trying to say?”

“We’re a mess, Mark.”

“Okay, and that’s why we’re together. I’d rather fight with you than with anyone else.” He kneels down in front of you when you plop down on the couch. Tears welling in his eyes, he blinks them back and grabs onto your hand so you know how sincere he is.

“I need you, Y/n. I really do, I don’t think you understand that.”

“This can’t be healthy.” You say, looking off to the side so you don’t have to face him. That way you won’t feel as bad for what it is you’re about to say.

“We’re not perfect, but name one person who is? We’re gonna argue then we’re gonna make up and argue again. But my love for you is never gonna fade.” Mark never let go of your hand.

“I think we should break up.” You whisper, eyes closed and fresh warm tears streaming down your cheeks.

“What do you want? I’ll do anything, anything you want anything but that. Baby please.” His tears match yours, his grip on your hand is tighter now and you feel like you should’ve just pretended to be asleep.

“This isn’t working, this can’t be what love is supposed to feel like. We should just-“ Mark shushes you with a kiss. It was his way of avoiding topics he didn’t wanna talk about.

Conversations like this always ended with the both of you tangled in sheets, muttering a bunch of “I love you’s” and “I’m sorry.” You’ll make a promise to never talk about splitting up again and he’ll promise to never give you a reason. But ultimately you both fall through on your promises.

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krisstheidiot · 10 months ago

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× Midnight Brownies ×

Valentine's Day Special

Summary: Felix and you meet again years after highschool in a cafe on Valentine's day. When you two decide to go on a spontaneous multiple valentine's day activities spree, will past feelings sprout again?, will Felix finally answer your highschool self's confession?

Genre: fluff, highschool friends reunited(crushes)

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Fireworks

Your sister had kept you awake all night until 3 to help her decide what outfit she was to wear for her date with her boyfriend. Sleep was completely lost so you had decided to go on a long jog at 6 am and then got ready to hang out at a cozy cafe a few blocks down.

Ordering your usual latte with a slice of apple pie as you sit down at a table near the flower display outside, reading a book on your kindle enjoying the quiet despite the lack of sleep.

A deep voice speaks out of no where breaking your concentration as you look up in shock, finding a familiar face in front you...

"Hey miss is this seat free...?"

Those honey brown orbs, the galaxy like freckles spread on those plush fair cheeks and that cute heart like smile, The face not matching the voice at all as you come to realize who you were face to face with.

"...Felix?"

Tilting your head as you gasp softly and stand up with a bright smile, happy you encountered an old friend, said man looked down at your face in shock as he took in all your features. It was no doubt you were pretty but you looked so beautiful as the morning sun gave you your golden hour, eyes twinkling with golden orbs.

"Y/n..? Omg it's really you...!"

Felix smiled brightly as he suddenly pulled you in for a warm hug, which you happily reciprocated.

"I wasn't expecting to meet you here!"

Felix exclaimed happily as he pulled away and you both sat at your table to catch up on what's been going with your lives. A while later you got curious about why he was here all alone, fiddling with your fork and apple pie crumbs you finally decide to ask.

"Felix i was wondering why you are here all alone? That too so early in the morning?"

Felix chuckles as he sips on his drink while thinking of a way to word his reason without it being awkward

"Well its valentine's day and I am single but all my other friends are dating I woke up to one of them having morning sex so yeah I had to make my escape so i came here..."

"Oh..."

Felix laughs at the face you make as you nod sheepishly imagining how awkward the situation would have been.

"Either ways they probably would have teased me if I had stayed also I am avoiding social media so I don't get coerced into doing a stream because I am sure even my fans would tease me about being so lonely that I stream even on valentine's day"

You giggle as you imagine all the 8 year olds bullying an adult just because he doesn't have a partner. Suddenly a spontaneous idea comes up in your head as you quickly take Felix' hand and get up grabbing your stuff.

"You know what Felix let's go on a date right now! The one we were supposed to go to in highschool but never could because I moved away. I mean if that's okay with you...?"

Felix grinned as he nodded eagerly making all the uncertainty in your head disappear. You smiled as you took his hand in yours and left the cafe after paying.

Finding yourself at a retro arcade that was empty as you and Felix buy a shit ton of coins for all the games. Trying out every single one from bunch of scammy claw machines to every car racing game.

Any game you found fun you would do. Tetris. You name it you played it. With the last coins you decided to play a boxy zombie game that looked like a stupid rip off minecraft as you tried to distract each other hoping the other would fall into the pit of zombie while trying to bridge with the jammed buttons of the machine. Finally you managed to bag the win for who bridged the farthest by kissing Felix's cheek to distract him.

Smiling as both you and Felix's hands are full holding bags full of the tacky toys and gifts he won for you from the claw machines and all the old timey snacks and games you had won from winning the competitive games as you walk next door deciding to play laser tag since you had won two tickets to it.

Coming out of the place as you whine childishly complaining that Felix was just too fast and he didn't win fairly since he literally picked you up and shot your tag with his laser. Felix in tow teasing you that you were just too slow and small to be able to win and his win was completely fair.

"Let's get lunch yeah?"

Felix asks as he smiles down at you as he takes your hand in his and leads you to the nearby beach that was 10 minute walk away. You guys come to a stop in front of a shack restaurant on the beach itself.

sitting on a table facing the sea as you guys order what you guys are gonna eat while talking about anything that came to mind like you were back in Highschool.

Finishing up lunch as the both of you decide to visit the shops at the beach before leaving, as you browsed shop after shop as you go into a very neon coloured shop looking around at all the vintage and retro stuff as you pick up some old pokemon cards blind packs and buy it while Felix is wandering around buying something of his own.

Now, walking to an old cinema as you chat about what anime movie you should watcha at the cinema. Both deciding 'My Neighbor Totoro' would be best as you go inside the cinema taking some artificially buttered popcorn as you sit down in the empty cinema giggling like middle schoolers.

"Hey Felix earlier I bought these old packs of pokemon cards wanna open them with me like when in highschool?"

You suggested, glad that it was dark in the theatre so that he wouldn't know you were blushing as you saw Felix chuckle as he pulled out what he had bought earlier. It was a bunch of old candy with no nutritional value just sugar. Pure sugar. You grinned remembering how you both used skip classes to watch anime at the library while opening pokemon cards and munching on candies just like this.

"Honestly Y/n I missed this. I missed us."

Felis whispered to you while sipping on his now watered down coke since the ice had melted, you looked at him, eyes full of emotion as you smiled softly.

"I missed us too alot, I wished that i had never moved away then maybe we would be spending this valentine's day as a couple not as just friends..."

Whispering sadly as you look back at the screen hoping you don't start crying.

You feel him take your hand in his as he squeezes it slightly.

"Who says we can't spend it as a couple?"

Felix asked straightforward about his intentions behind the question.

You looked up at him slightly in shock trying to gauge out the joke in his question and intent. He nodded to reassure you that he was saying the truth and what he wanted wasn't to joke with you, it was to be with you. A look into his eyes was all you needed to reassure yourself. Just as you opened your mouth to respond he pulled you in and kissed you. It was soft and warm and full of love, his lips soft against your own as he put his hands on your cheek holding you there as you reciprocate the action. Pulling away after a while as he smiles down at you, eyes beating the ones a certain heart eyed emoji has.

"I loved you before. I love you still. And I am sure I will keep on loving you. That's how much I feel about you Y/n, baking isn't any fun without you when i remember how much fun we used to have when we baked together."

You looked at Felix, eyes glossy with tears as you breathe out shakily, overwhelmed by emotions as you hug him close to you and whisper.

"I love you too, I tried so hard to move on convinced that you probably did too, but this its not just a highschool crush it goes beyond that and I don't want to lose the good memories of you. I don't want to lose you anymore not after i waited so many years..."

Felix smiled as he kissed your head and ran his fingers through your hair to comfort you as he spoke. The movie long forgotten.

"You aren't losing me hell even if you wanted to you won't be able to get rid of me now so don't be sad Sweets..."

"Sw-sweets...?"

You looked up at him blushing like crazy as he smiled and patted your head. He looked like a bright ball of sunshine whenever he smiled.

"Well I am assuming that this means we are a couple now so I am just calling my lovely girlfriend a cute nickname!"

"Well if I am sweets then you are Sunshine..."

You whined as took your cup of coke and drank to hide your blush.

"I don't mind darling"

The nickname teasing fest continued as both of you tried making each other blush by calling each other the cheesiest pet names.

It was 8 in the evening as both of you walked hand in hand now as a couple not friends. Smiling as you walked in a nearby diner and sitting down at the table as your eyes adjusted to the the 90s theme the diner was sporting.

Fishing out some spare change as you put it into the jukebox placed near your table as you grinned up at Felix playing the song that you always did in high school. 'Summer love' by One Direction playing as both of you grabbed your spoons pretending they were mics and singing the lyrics and dancing together like idiots in love which you were.

Dinner ended with you two full and satisfied as you walked to Felix's apartment to spend more time together. Both of you ended up playing mario kart as he started vlogging for memories. That's what he said.

Later you decided that both of you needed a sugar high after as if all that candy earlier didn't do a number on your blood sugar levels.

Both of you in his kitchen while trying to bake brownies at 12:50 am. Flour on both of you as you sprinkled choco chips on the brownie batter before putting it in the oven that Felix had pre heated. Closing the oven door as you get up when Felix suddenly wipes your face with a tissue to get rid of all the flour. You look at him, his face now absent of any flour from the playfight you had when he called you small. Leaning slightly to look at the time.

"Wanna do something? we can turn on the oven after we come back from the last adventure of today..."

You said as you take of the apron and take his hand leading him outside as you walk back to the beach.

"So what is this adventure about sweets?"

"You will see Lix..."

Smiling as you reach the beach and tell Felix to go and sit on a bench while you buy a few things. Coming back with two bags of stuff that Felix had no idea to what it would be used for. You looked at the time on your phone as you asked Felix to countdown with you while your eyes are focused at the sky.

Few seconds later bright explosions were visible. Fireworks everywhere. The colourful sparks littered the sky as you looked at Felix. He was absolutely beautiful, his eyes reflecting the colors in the sky as his hair flowed with the wind and his lips parted in amaze as he looked at you.

"My sister wanted to be extra for her date with her boyfriend so she decided on fireworks at the time when she had first met him."

Smiling back at Felix as you turned to look at the sky when suddenly Felix pulled you in to kiss you. Smothering you with kisses all over your face as you giggled under his attack. Few minutes later he stops as you smile and dangle the bag that you brought earlier in front of him.

"I brought sky lanterns and sparklers so we could have our own little light show..."

"I remember when all our friends went to that park at 12 am just to look at the sky lanterns that everyone released"

Felix said in response to your suggestion as you both pulled out the sparklers and played around for awhile, later taking the few sky lanterns and lighting them and releasing them while holding onto each other like the couples that were in the park the night you confessed to Felix while watching the sky lanterns float in the sky.

Watching as the sky lanterns you released float together while you hug each other. This may be a cheesy holiday for some but this was the day you found your love. The one that would stay forever with you. The love where you would go back home at 3 am and eat brownies and then cuddle and fall asleep on the couch.

This is your love and it is yours to keep forever and ever.

Because just like the sky lanterns you lit you burned bright for each other and would find your way to each other no matter how far you could be.

He was your sun, you were his star.

@!directory

A.N: Helloo! I am Kriss I hope you liked the oneshot it was kinda rushed and sorry if it was too cheesy. Anyways Happy Valentines day to everyone, to all the ones who are dating - enjoy your special day, to every single pringle - treat yourself to anything even if it's a small chocolate bar! Have a great day/night. Byeee!

Stay Tuned for more!

#felix yongbok #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #lee felix #skz felix #felix x you #felix x y/n #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago

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Happy Together

Pairing: Florence Pugh × Fem!Reader

Summary: A cute unplanned date night with your girlfriend, Florence

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, be aware and be kind

"Hey," Florence greeted as she walked closer to where you were leaning against the car. "You didn’t have to pick me up."

It was late. Very late, actually. There were maybe three or four cars still in the parking lot aside from yours, but there wasn’t anyone else walking around. They were probably still in the studio working, even at that ridiculous hour.

Florence's face showed her fatigue. She had cleaned her skin from the heavy makeup she had to wear on set and it was easy to spot the bags under her eyes. She was also wearing her comfortable sweatpants and a loose jacket, the same clothes she had walked out of the house earlier that day. It seemed she was a minute away from falling asleep while walking from the way she was dragging her feet.

However, as soon as she spotted you, her face lit up all at once. You could feel your chest warming up at the clear affection you could see in her expression, at the bright smile that curled her lips up, at the way she seemed taller and more alert than she had been a second ago. It was mostly dark around you two, and you wouldn’t have been able to see anything if it wasn’t for the reflectors around the parking lot, but you would be able to swear right there that Florence lit up everything around her like the sun.

When she stopped in front of you, glancing up, you realized you hadn’t replied yet. Instead of saying something yet, you cupped her jaw, tilted your head to the side, and pressed a lingering kiss on her lips. You didn’t bother to deepen it, though the simple, delicate touch was enough to make your heart race inside your chest.

When you pulled away, all smiles and warm cheeks, you wasted no time placing both hands on her waist to keep her where she was. Standing between your slightly parted legs, looking at you with those soft green eyes. Suddenly, you were in no rush to get back home. You could stay there forever with her, if needed.

"Yes, well, I wasn't going to let you get a cab this late," you replied after a few seconds.

It was past midnight the last time you checked your phone. One of the downsides of her work. When the night shots started, Florence would be in the studios for much longer than usual and, really, there were days she didn’t even know when she would be free to go home.

When she told you early that week that she would be getting back home around two or three in the morning, you were worried, of course. So, the obvious solution in your head was to make sure she would get there safely. You two didn’t live together yet, and you knew you would stay awake until she texted you to let you know she made it home, so, really, it was easier to go pick her up.

Besides, that gave you an excellent excuse to see her again. Even if you woke up together only hours ago.

Florence rolled her eyes fondly at you, a smile trying to make an appearance, before she placed a palm flat against your chest, right above your heart. Her hand stayed there for a moment, but her finger quickly started to draw the outline of your bra under your shirt. It was a move made out of habit, you knew it, but there was no stopping the shiver that ran down your spine.

"We don't need both of us to have a fucked up schedule, you know?" She said.

You shrugged. "I don't have work tomorrow, so it's not a problem." Then, because you knew she would insist that you didn’t have to be there, you kept talking: "Did you have time to eat yet?"

The grimace that took over her expression was enough to let you know the answer, but she still grumbled under her breath. "No. I literally just left the costume department to take off my clothes. We had to make, like, a million takes on the same thing," she complained and an adorable pout showed up right after.

It made you want to lean over to kiss her lips again, but you kept yourself in place offering only a smile at her. You didn’t quite understand her world - the shootings, the photoshoots, the costumes, the takes - though you loved the way her eyes shined whenever she mentioned her work.

That, of course, didn’t change the fact that, sometimes, her working schedule messed up some other aspects of her life, such as eating food and drinking water. It always made you worried whenever she told you she skipped lunch or that she totally forgot to drink water that day. You always jokingly said it was a hard task to make sure she would live another day, but, in reality, you were just constantly worried about her.

Which explained the way you physically cringed when you heard her poor explanation. "Oh, Flo," you sighed and just knew there was no point trying to talk her into healthy habits. "Well, let’s see if we can find an open restaurant, okay?"

"I'm tired." Florence pouted while drawing her hands to her shoulders and then down your arms.

"I know, but you need to eat something. We can order it to go, if you wish."

"Fine," she sighed and pulled away from you, which almost made you regret ever saying anything. "But just because I'm actually hungry."

"Get inside your carriage then, madam," you joked, adding a weird French accent in the last word, and making a quick run to the passenger's side to open the door for her.

She chuckled at you and kissed your cheek as she walked past you to enter the car. You took some precious seconds to recover from the way your heart fluttered because of the delicate kiss, but, eventually, you were able to rush to the driver's seat and take off not long after that.

"What do you wanna eat?" You asked.

"Whatever we can find open this late at night," she replied with a small shrug. "It's very late, I doubt we're going to find any open restaurants."

You would have to agree with her. You tried to keep your eyes on the road at the same time you glanced from side to side to see if you could find anything that was still working that late, but Florence's favorite places were closed, just like everywhere else. It was a bit crazy to think a city that size wouldn’t be working 24/7, but it seemed it wasn’t your lucky day because there were no restaurants still open for you to take your girlfriend for a late dinner.

Eventually, after you drove for several minutes and your frustration grew more and more, you felt Florence's hand touching your thigh to get your attention. "Let's go home, my love. I'm sure I still have some instant noodles in the cabinet."

You sighed, ready to admit your defeat. "I guess we would only find a McDonald's working this late. Sorry, babe."

Busy as you were trying to get a better look at the river mirror to change lanes so you could drive to her house, you failed to notice the face your girlfriend made. "Hmm," she hummed, tilting her head to the side as well. "I wouldn’t be opposed to McDonald's."

"Really?" You asked in surprise, throwing a quick glance at her. "McDonald's?"

"They have a vegetarian menu now," was the only thing she said before shrugging, and you really didn’t need much more to change your way to the closest McDonald's you could find.

Florence loved to eat real food, as she liked to say, and it was very unusual that she would express the wish to eat fast food like that. However, considering the other option was to go home and make instant noodles, you weren’t going to try to change her mind. Besides, you really loved good junk food.

"Fine," you relented. "But, if your mom asks, I get mad when you don't eat healthy food." To make your point, you turned your head at her, taking advantage of the red light, and made a face that was clearly you trying to have an 'I'm-Mad-Façade'.

Florence laughed loudly, throwing her head back for a moment and showing the column of her throat, before she leaned over until your noses were almost touching. What did touch you, though, was her finger poking where your eyebrows had joined thanks to your fake grimace. It made your face instantly relax and she laughed again when you pouted and looked at the street again. A second later, the light turned green and you were moving again.

"Very mad," she teased, although there was too much love in her tone for it to actually bother you. "The maddest."

You sighed dramatically. "My efforts are never acknowledged."

"They're always acknowledged, darling," Florence corrected you gently as she placed a soft hand on your thigh.

You grabbed her hand and raised it to your lips so you could kiss her knuckles, but you had to drop your light teasing with her since you had to pull into the drive-thru. "What do you want to eat?"

"Oh, I could eat an entire house," she groaned. Florence moved a bit to be able to read the bright letters as you drove in. "McPlant, the apple pie and fries."

"Anything to drink?"

"I should probably get water," Florence said, but, as you looked at her with a raised brow, she laughed. "What? At least I got the vegetarian one!"

"So that means you can drink the milkshake," you joked, already leaning over to make your order.

"That's way too much food," she commented when you moved to grab your credit card.

You shrugged. "You said you're hungry."

"But two large fries, four apple pies and nuggets?"

This time, you opened a smile at her as you waited to type your password. "I hope you enjoy the menu for our romantic date," you joked. "Very romantic," you added after putting your wallet away.

Florence rolled her eyes, but she had a big smile on her face and you couldn’t resist leaning in to give her a peck. You drove to pick up your order next and, after putting way too many things inside your car, you started driving toward her house. Florence kept talking about her day, her crazy agenda, her ongoing meetings and table readings, and you listened to her carefully as both of you stole a french fry from a bag every once in a while.

You were about a mile from her house when she tapped your arm suddenly and pointed at something. "Let's go to the park!"

"What?!" You asked without trying to hide your surprise. "Do you know how late it is?"

She glanced at you. "It's literally in front of a police station. And there’s a place to park the car."

"Are you sure you don't wanna go home?"

"I'm just trying to bring this romantic dinner to a nice location," Florence explained.

And even if you weren’t totally sure it was a good idea, you also knew you were very bad at telling her 'no'. That's why it wasn’t a surprise at all when you found yourself parking your car at the spot right under a lamppost. It was a nice park, but you already knew that. Florence takes her dog there for walks and you have joined them more than once. Even so, it looks even better at night. The fountain lit up with thousands of little lights that also made the trees and flowers around it glow as well. It was also a beautiful night. They could see the stars and the moon up in the sky, the street wasn’t awfully noisy as usual, and the few people walking around didn’t even seem to exist.

Florence apparently had intended for you two to eat inside the car, but you got out and started to put the different bags of food on top of the hood before you coaxed her outside as well. Your girlfriend looked a bit suspicious, although she didn’t offer any resistance when you helped her slide on the hood. You made a quick pause to give her a kiss, letting your hands rest on her hips for a few more seconds, and then you pushed yourself up to sit by her side, already grabbing a nugget to eat.

Florence only smiled at you, shaking her head fondly, before she reached for her burger to start eating. There, both of you talked and ate with no rush at all, talking and laughing and sharing fries. At some point, Florence had some ketchup at the corner of her mouth and you used the pad of your thumb to clean it, smiling when you noticed her cheeks turning a bit darker.

"I'm sorry," you whispered with a grin, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

"For what?" Florence asked and tilted her head to the side.

You shrugged, unsure. "Well, you're used to fancy restaurants and those complicated dishes I can't even pronounce. And here I am, making you eat McDonald's on top of the hood of my car."

Florence's hand touched your cheek before you could look away from her as you planned on doing. She waited until your eyes were locked with hers and smiled gently. "This is the most romantic dinner I ever had," she declared so certainly that there was no room left for you to doubt it even for a second. "Because it's you, and I’m so lucky to have you, darling. How lucky can I be, really, that I just got the best girlfriend in the entire world, huh?"

Feeling even more embarrassed and a bit flustered, you end up looking down. "Didn’t know you were dating yourself," you grumbled under your breath, almost low enough that Florence wouldn’t be able to hear it.

But she did, and her reaction was to laugh happily at you. Florence's body ended up leaning toward you and her forehead rested on your shoulder as her small frame shook with laughs, and you just couldn’t help but put your arm around her waist even if your cheeks felt like they were on fire. It still amazed you that you kept falling more and more in love with her as the days went by.

"Come on, let’s get you home," you said after her laughs ceased.

You tapped Florence's thigh and tried to move away, but she only leaned away enough time to place a hand on your cheek to pull you in for a kiss. Your lips touched gently at first, bringing a shiver down your spine, though you didn’t waste any time to slip your tongue between her parted lips. Florence sighed against your lips and that’s when you both knew it was time to break the kiss.

"You're coming with me, right?" Florence asked once she pulled away, licking her lips while brushing her thumb against your bottom lip to brush off her lipstick.

"If you wish for my outstanding presence," you joked and got an eye roll as a reply, which made you chuckle. "Anything you want, Flo."

"Let's go then," she declared. "I want to cuddle!"

"Your wish is my command, my love."

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ashprince-of-bel-air · 26 days ago

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Can I request Wyll reacting to Tav telling him that those horns, bumpy skin, and a blackened eye are something to be proud of because he chose to not kill an innocent person please?

Thank you for giving me a chance to write about Wyll ❤️ I hope this is okay ❤️

The air in the camp was cool, just how you liked it, perfect for a midnight stroll to assuage your anxiety and worries in silence. You often walked alone in the wilderness at night, not wanting to bother your camp mates with your worries.

The air was fresh and crisp, taking in a deep breath you let the woody smell of it fill your lungs as you paced the camp slowly, making your way to the lake nearby, wanting to see the moon reflecting against the water. Expecting solace as you approached the lake it almost shocked you to see a figure in the distance, the horned visage was a surprise to you, yet you would welcome the company from him. You had noticed that Wyll had not been himself these last few days, ever since the Tieflings held the party in your camp Wyll had been reserved, like he was holding something back from you.

You stepped towards him gingerly as to not startle him, clearing your throat as you approached. Wyll's head whipped around as he heard you, a gentle smile on his face, yet his eyes held a hidden sadness. "Well met Tav, I am just enjoying the splendor of the wilderness, I find that the cool night air does me good" Wyll's smile was ever present on his face as he spoke, not wanting to betray his true feelings.

You stood together watching the moon and stars reflect upon the waters surface, the light of them rippling softly, it was almost hypnotic. After a while you spoke up, Wyll wasn't happy and you wanted to know why, there was no reason for him to be awake at this time, nor any reason to be so reclusive these past few days. Your hand was gentle on his arm, squeezing reassuringly, your body language letting him know that this was a safe space, he was with a friend and could speak freely.

Wyll hung his head sadly, he had hoped that his act would have been effective enough to fool you all, he chuckled softly to himself thinking he could have fooled you, an impossible feat as you could notice the smallest of changes.

Wyll rested his hand on top of yours that was gracing his arm, his touch was tender as his thumb stroke the back of your hand. "Thank you Tav, I'm just struggling to come to terms with.... These..." Wyll gestured to the horns now on his head and the ridges that marked his body. "I want to be The Blade Of Frontiers, not some infernal tool for Mizora to use as she sees fit" Wyll's hand dropped from yours, his body slumped as he spoke, the infernal change had affected him more than you had realised, thinking the night at the party was just a minor blip in his journey.

You took Wyll's face in your hands, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, emotional from wanting him to see himself the way you saw him. "You are The Blade Of Frontiers Wyll, these horns and ridges are just proof of how much of yourself you would give to save someone, hells you broke your contrct to Mizora because Karlach was innocent, these are nothing to be ashamed of." Tears streamed down your face as you spoke, you wanted him to believe you, to see how his sacrifice was brave, that he was not the infernal tool he believed himself to be.

Wyll relaxed into your touch, you could feel the makings of a smile against your palm, you might not have convinced him but you had made him feel better about his newly acquired infernal traits. He took your hands in his own and brought them to his lips, softly pressing a kiss to both of them. "Many thanks Tav, I truly wish I could see myself they way you see me, it is good to be reminded that this change was not for naught" Wyll's smile was weak but you could see the hope in his eyes, your words had an effect on him, bringing back some happiness that he had lost when Mizora put him through that infernal change, making his body and mind feel like it had been burned in the hells.

The atmosphere was quiet, only the soft noises of the trees filling the silence. Wyll stood with your hands in his, not wanting to let you go just yet, he smiled at you, thankful for your kind words. The horns and ridges newly upon his body had affected him as of late but your kindness made him see them in a new light, they were a sign of his sacrifice, proof that he was willing to put others before himself. They were nothing to be ashamed of and if you did not mind them then neither should he. Wyll had grown close to you to the point where only your opinion mattered, if you thought he was a hero for his choice then that was enough for him, he was The Blade Of Frontiers in your eyes still and he would continue to try and be that for you.

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tsarisfanfiction · 8 months ago

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Beneath the Stars

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family/Angst Characters: Will, Nico Apollo kids slept with the sun, except for when they didn't. Overnight pre-quest outings don't help. TOApril day 9 - The Hour Past Midnight. I am tired and Will is tired so if this is incoherent, that'll be why.

Will was tired but he couldn’t sleep. Usually, he slept just fine as long as the sun was down (when the sun was up was another matter entirely), but a pre-quest, well, quest, rather enforced the need for him to stay awake.

Then again, Will suspected that this would’ve been one of those rare, irritating nights where he couldn’t sleep even without external stimuli keeping him awake. Going out lizard-hunting with Nico to try and gather bribes for the cavern-runners drove home exactly what they were going to be doing in the morning, but at least it came with the added side effect of knowing that they were also doing everything they could to mitigate the risks.

And there were a lot of risks.

The moon was out, no clouds thick or plentiful enough to hide its light, and Will let his head tip back to stare up at it. He’d seen a lot of the moon over the past six months, since Apollo’s stint as a mortal had begun, and there were some things that just weren’t coincidences. Will didn’t know how much influence Artemis had over her brother’s fate, but it was comforting, in a strange, disquieting, way, to recognise that with his dad… incapacitated, for lack of a better word, his aunt (not that he often thought of Artemis as such, wasn’t sure if she viewed herself as such) was still there.

Sure, Artemis would never drop by in his dreams, or even acknowledge his existence, but any hint of normality in a world that was currently anything but normal was one that Will would clutch at with both hands and never let go.

If only getting Apollo back where he belonged was that easy. Right now, it felt more like Will was helping to accelerate his father’s permanent demise, because going to the trogs still felt like a terrible, terrible, idea, yet here he was.

Will was trying hard not to think about how if they weren’t all eaten by the trogs, there was still Nero to contend with, and after him, Python.

Even the name of the last one had him shivering.

His head knocked against the trunk of the tree he was leaning against, torn between being awake and passing out where he stood. He could take a nap, if he wanted to. Nico had never expected him to do more than keep him company for this, Will knew, especially as it was long past sunset and the lizard traps showed no sign of succeeding in their purpose just yet.

He should take a nap. They were due to head out at dawn – provided they caught a stupid lizard in time – and then the quest would begin in earnest and Will’s opportunities for sleep would drop considerably. He wasn’t Nico, who could go entirely too long without sleep – not for any logical reasons like being a son of Hades, but because he’d messed his sleep schedule up so badly that his body just rolled with it, even though it shouldn’t. If Will didn’t get some sleep now he was going to crash mid-quest.

The problem was, Will wasn’t going to sleep. He could feel it in the tenseness of his body and the faintest strains of a headache at the base of his skull. He was too stressed to sleep, too on edge for his mind to slip away.

Next to him, also leaning against the tree, Nico was fully alert despite the late hour. They were nearing midsummer, and even Nico had shed his outer layers until he was just in a t-shirt and jeans. His bare forearm pressed against Will’s, cool but not worryingly so, and Will’s hand was close enough to his wrist to feel the rhythm of his boyfriend’s pulse steady and even beneath the skin.

It was soothing, and Will knew Nico was doing it on purpose, using his vitakinesis against him to keep him relaxed. It was hardly the first time, and wouldn’t be the last, either. Nico had used the exact same trick to get him to sleep after a late night in the infirmary, and with his sword out, he was clearly prepared to stand guard while Will slept.

If only Will could actually sleep.

Above him, beyond the moon chariot, the stars shone clearly. Will could name all the constellations despite rarely being awake late enough to see them, because they were all named for Greek mythology – all came from Greek mythology.

The newest acquisition, the Huntress, was nowhere to be seen, because she was a winter constellation, and that meant Orion was also missing, because he was part of the winter sky, too.

Will’s eyes found Lyra, the lyre of Orpheus. It wasn’t the biggest constellation in the sky, but it was one of the most Apollo-like in the sky (Will adamantly ignored Serpens; Python was slithering around in his mind unwelcomely without further incentive), and Will would take any connection to his dad at all. Any hint that he would survive and regain his godhood.

Right now, his father would be laying in the cot in the middle of cabin seven, a bed meant for guests when Apollo belonged in the cabin more than any of the rest of them. Will hoped he was asleep, but he didn’t think the laws of the universe that dictated that children of Apollo didn’t stay awake easily at night applied to the god himself, even if the god happened to be mortal and vulnerable.

Still, Apollo needed the rest, so Will could hope. He could suffer a sleepless night and its consequences if it meant his father was well-rested and had the best possible chances of survival.

He sent a private, silent prayer to the moon above him. Maybe Artemis could help that happen – at least then, Will’s sleepless night would feel like it had a purpose. He would gladly never sleep again if it helped to keep Apollo alert and alive.

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