#but any way these two are ridiculously in love with each other and everyone saw it way before they did

[aceghosts]

1, 3, 9, 11, 23, 37, 39, 54, 55, and 83 for Riley and Ingo

Mika, thank you for sending these in! I'm still kind of working on Riley and their relationship with Ingo, so some of these might change in the future. Also, I'm putting this under a cut because it became longer than expected.

How did they first meet?

Riley and Ingo met as teenagers on their League journey, specifically after Ingo and Emmet defeated the first gym. Ingo and Emmet did not have a good impression of Riley, who was just straight-up trash-talking the twins. After the first gym, they became something of a rival to both Ingo and Emmet.

About halfway through the league journey, the twins and Riley take out a couple of bad guys while having to rely on each other. Managing to get themselves out of it, Riley apologizes to the twins about how they’ve been treating them. At that point, Riley’s relationship with the twins starts to change, and by the end of the league journey, Riley is best friends with them.

Who kissed who first?

Riley. Ingo is the first one to confess that he likes Riley, but they kiss him shortly after the confession. What can Riley say? They had been wanting to kiss him for a while.

Who is more inclined to be jealous or possessive?

Riley. They don’t get super possessive or jealous as they trust Ingo, but if someone isn’t taking his polite rebuttals, Riley will step in.

Who is the most physically affectionate?

Riley, definitely. They like to cuddle and think it’s adorable when Ingo gets flustered. He adores affection from Riley, but it's just a little bit much at times. Plus, Ingo is pretty affectionate himself.

(Even when the two were just friends, Riley was pretty physically affectionate with him, and vice versa.)

What do they do when they’re bored and together?

Battle. Both are hardcore trainers with a love for battling and seeing how much the other person has grown, especially if one *cough* Riley *cough* has been away for a while. Otherwise, they split their time between watching train documentaries and cuddling, or Riley finding some way to pull the pair into some unexpected adventure.

In Hisui, when the two were bored and Riley needed a break from working on the Pokedex, they would hang out a lot with Sneasler and her kittens.

Thoughts on PDA(Public Displays of Affection)?

Both are fine with PDA and even enjoy it. Ingo just asks that Riley keeps it appropriate when they come to visit the Battle Subway as he is working. That usually means keeping it to hand-holding or a quick kiss on the cheek.

Would they ever get married?

Ingo would definitely like to, but Riley has doubts about marriage. They would spend the rest of their life in a heartbeat with Ingo, but they don’t want to break his heart. Riley is the type of person who gets a little cagey if they stay in one place too long, which is why their job involves a lot of traveling. They’re scared that he might decide that isn’t something he wants to put up with and leave.

Haven’t actually decided if the two do get married.

What do others think of them dating?

Emmet is both relieved and happy. He’s been waiting for them to get together for foreverrrr! Plus, it makes Emmet happy to see two of his favorite people in the world happy. He really hopes things work out for Ingo and Riley, but that doesn’t stop from him teasing the couple.

Elesa and their other mutual friends feel the same way Emmet does: relieved to see the pair together. They also hope that things work out for the duo.

Riley’s siblings (who I don't have names for yet) are happy to see them together. They’ve always liked Ingo and think he is a nice guy. Riley’s parents are less enthusiastic. They see Ingo as another reason why Riley won't come back to their small hometown, where they think Riley should be. (That wasn’t going to happen, even before Riley met Ingo.)

Their Pokemon teams are really happy to see the two together. Riley and Ingo’s teams work well with each other, and the other trainer has always gotten well along with the other person’s team. Most excited are Ingo’s Chandelure, and Riley’s Bisharp, Stabby. Chandelure has always liked Riley, especially since Riley gives great scritches and feeds them treats when Ingo isn’t looking. Stabby, meanwhile, has two moods for people: Stab (affectionate) and Stab (derogatory). With Ingo, they’re very soft and not stab-happy. Riley jokes that they think Stabby likes him more.

Are they a super sappy couple?

Riley and Ingo would say no, but everyone would loudly say ‘Yes’ over them. Anytime, the pair look at each other, it’s with a sappy, lovestruck look in their eyes. It’s better than the pining, at least.

Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

Both. Riley’s casual yet fond teasing of Ingo makes him smile. Meanwhile, Ingo’s sincere enthusiasm always makes Riley smile, especially when he is going on about something he really loves.

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[solxamber]

Knights and Oaths - Leona Kingscholar x reader

You come from a long line of knights that have served the rulers of the Savannah. But sometimes traditions are meant to change and the second prince is looking like someone worth changing them for.

The sun hangs low in the sky, painting the Savannah in golden hues as you approach the ceremonial grounds. It’s been years leading up to this moment—years of training, discipline, and growing up side by side with royalty. Your mother serves Falena’s wife, and your father serves the king himself. By all accounts, it’s expected that you’ll follow suit and dedicate your knightly oath to Cheka, the five-year-old prince. That’s just how it’s always been—loyalty passed down through the generations, swearing fealty to the rightful heirs of the Sunset Savannah.

But you’ve never been one for following expectations.

Not when you’ve spent your childhood in the shadow of two princes, one of them your closest companion and sometimes, greatest annoyance. Leona Kingscholar—second prince of the Sunset Savannah, the man who always seemed just a step away from what he could have been. Too lazy to reach it. Too proud to admit it.

When you were kids, Leona’s idea of "training" usually involved you chasing him around, trying to get him to spar when he’d much rather nap beneath the acacia trees. "What’s the point?" he’d grumble, arms folded behind his head, the sun casting dappled shadows across his face. "No matter how hard I try, Falena's the one everyone cares about."

Yet somehow, despite his best efforts to seem indifferent, you always found yourself drawn into his orbit. There was something about Leona that you couldn’t ignore—a pull, a desire to prove himself despite his constant veneer of nonchalance. You saw him in a way others didn’t. And maybe, somewhere along the way, he saw you too.

That’s why today feels different. Your whole life, everyone assumed your path was already written. You’d swear your oath to Cheka, Falena’s son, just as your parents had sworn theirs to Falena and his wife. It was expected, anticipated. But they didn’t know the whole story. They didn’t know about you and Leona, the time spent laughing, bickering, and—more often than not—arguing over ridiculous things like who could run faster or who could climb the tallest tree.

Now here you are, stepping into the hunting grounds, your sword at your side, ready to make your choice.

The hunt is a time-honored tradition. Whoever brings back the most impressive game gets to make their dedication. You can almost hear the whispers as you prepare—"Cheka’s knight," they call you. It’s been assumed for years. But they don’t know what’s coming.

The ceremony itself is simple enough. Each knight pledges their loyalty by dedicating their game to the person they swear to serve. It’s a public declaration of fealty, one made before the entire royal court. But there’s more at stake than just loyalty. The knight who brings back the most impressive game is awarded a golden rose—a symbol of something far deeper than duty.

Love.

Hours later, when you emerge from the hunt with the largest bear the kingdom has seen in years, all eyes are on you. The whispers grow louder, anticipation thick in the air. Everyone knows you’ve won the rose, and with it, the right to swear your loyalty. They’re expecting you to kneel before Cheka, the adorable five-year-old prince bouncing with excitement. Even Leona’s lounging nearby, watching the whole affair with that bored, half-lidded gaze of his, looking as if he might fall asleep at any moment.

But you? You have different plans.

With the golden rose in hand and your bear presented, you walk right past Cheka—past the gasps of the court, the murmurs of confusion, the stunned faces of your parents. And you kneel before Leona.

Leona’s eyes snap open, and for the first time in ages, he looks genuinely surprised. His eyebrows raise, just the barest fraction. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

You grin, because of course he’s trying to play it off like this doesn’t matter. "Swearing my fealty, obviously," you say, loud enough for the court to hear. "I dedicate this hunt and the rose to Prince Leona Kingscholar."

The silence that follows is deafening. You can practically feel the jaws dropping across the Savannah. Even little Cheka’s mouth forms a perfect little "o" of shock.

For the first time all day, Leona stirs, the mask of indifference slipping just enough for you to catch the flicker of something beneath it—surprise, maybe, or something deeper. His eyes meet yours, sharper and more intense than ever, and for a moment, the world falls away.

Leona’s eyes narrow, a mixture of suspicion and amusement flickering across his face. "I thought you’d be on your knees for someone else," he drawls, his lips quirking up at the corners.

You shrug. "Everyone else may have decided my fate, but I make my own choices."

“For you, Leona,” you repeat, your voice steady and loud despite the pounding in your chest. “I dedicate my loyalty to you, and this rose... to the one who has always held my heart.”

He doesn’t say anything, just watches you, his expression unreadable. It’s Leona, after all. He doesn’t do grand gestures, never needed to. But you notice the way his fingers twitch, like he’s resisting the urge to reach out and take the rose immediately. When he finally speaks again, his voice is low, a bit rough around the edges, but there’s an unmistakable thread of satisfaction laced through it.

“You really know how to cause a scene, huh?”

There’s a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, and his gaze flicks down to the rose in your hand before meeting your eyes again. “A bear and a rose... For me?”

The teasing tone doesn’t hide the way his chest seems to expand just a little bit, like someone had finally acknowledged him for the first time in years. He reaches out and takes the rose from your hand, his fingers brushing yours in the briefest of touches. It feels electric, like every unspoken word between you is packed into that fleeting moment.

He twirls the rose once between his fingers, his smirk growing. “Guess I should thank you,” he says casually, though there’s a weight to his words, something you’ve rarely heard from him—appreciation. Real and tangible.

Leona stands up slowly, stretching as though this whole event is just another inconvenience, though the pride in his stance is unmistakable. He knows exactly what this means, both for you and for him. No one can dismiss him as just the second prince anymore, not after this. Not when someone like you, bound by honor and tradition, chose him. Over everyone else. Over Cheka. Over the kingdom’s expectations

He leans down, close enough that his breath is warm against your ear as he speaks softly, for you alone to hear. “I never thought you’d choose me. But I can’t say I’m not... pleased.”

Your heart does a strange, fluttering thing in your chest at his words, and you dare to meet his gaze, only to find a look there that you’ve never seen before. Something softer. Something real.

Before you can react, he tugs you in close, his arm settling around your waist in a way that feels both possessive and protective. The world narrows to just the two of you, the warmth of his body radiating through your armor. The smug grin he wears is softened by something deeper in his eyes—something that makes your heart skip a beat.

His hand lingers at your side, thumb brushing lightly against your hip, like he's claiming you just as much as you're dedicating yourself to him.

Before you can respond, he turns, still holding you close, and faces the crowd. The murmurs have turned to outright whispers of shock and disbelief, but Leona seems entirely unbothered by the spectacle you've made. In fact, he revels in it.

“This knight is mine,” he declares, his voice steady, ringing with finality. There’s no hesitation, no doubt—just that lazy confidence and a quiet triumph that says he’s more than pleased with your choice.

And in that moment, you know that, despite everything—his pride, his laziness, his gruff exterior—Leona Kingscholar is proud of you. Proud that you chose him, that you saw him, really saw him, when so many others didn’t. And as his arm tightens around you just a little, you can feel it too: the quiet, unspoken promise of what comes next.

A lifetime bound to the second prince—exactly the way you both want it.

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he's so special to me :(((

[b0r3dtod3ath]

hmmm a oscar request where the reader is a rookie for ferrari this year too in formula one, and maybe the reader is the younger sister of lando, and he has an idea that she’s involved with someone but he hasn’t presssed to find out who, the reader and oscar planned to tell everyone but than oscar got a deal with mclaren so they didn’t want to say anything yet, in japan it’s oscar and reader who get their first podiums together and lando is watching the two from the bottom with his team and he finally notices the looks and smiles between his teamate and little sister and starts thinking back to many times where he saw them interact (you could do like little flashbacks and show little scenes) thinking they were just best friends but realizing it was always more than that, and lando goes and confronts them and he’s not mad but a little hurt his favorite sister didn’t tell them and maybe after oscar and reader both post on insta and hard launch their relationship

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♡ a/n: thank you for requesting and sorry you had to wait soooo looong!!!

You were always close to your brother. He supported you a lot this season since being a female rookie competing with your brother was taking a toll on you. But in the middle of the season something changed. Lando couldn’t tell exactly what happened but you seemed better - almost happier. He still supported you all the time but now you weren’t attached to his hip. At first he thought you had got used to everything around. Your teammate was one of Lando’s closest friends - Carlos. He knew you were safe. 

But with time Lando couldn’t shake off the feeling that something more serious was going on. The way you were smiling at your phone only to hide it deep inside your bag seconds later and the way you would get defensive anytime someone would ask a question about your love life. Lando was happy that you felt better - you were never seen in the paddock without your new glint in the eye and a soft grin - but he couldn’t get rid of his curiosity. 

Your relationship with Oscar started innocently. You were a rookie, he was a rookie. It was small things at first - a supportive pat on the back after a good session or a shared joke about Lando. Eventually your casual chats became late-night conversations and phone calls only to later transform into wine drunk confessions while sitting on the floor of Oscar’s hotel room. 

The two of you value your privacy. For many reasons you didn’t want your relationship public so the love blossomed behind the closed doors. During race weekends, amongst the chaos, you two always found a moment to be there for each other. The stolen glances, whispers and secret gestures being the testimony of your love. 

He often left flowers for you in your hotel room. Whenever Lando asked about them you replied with “Oh that. That’s from the hotel. It was here when I checked in”. You always took one flower or a few petals to dry and keep as a memory.

Knowing that Lando was observant, Oscar avoided asking too much about his sister and showing too much interest in you. He didn’t avoid you in front of Lando but he made sure not to spill your shared secret. 

It was incredibly frustrating and tiring. Sometimes you just wished you could hug Oscar after a race but instead you had to settle for a subtle nod form across the paddock. 

You and Oscar had a small argument about whether to tell your brother about your relationship. Oscar thought it would be better to tell him but you weren’t so sure. “Seriously? You think we can keep this secret from him any longer? Don’t be ridiculous.” he shook his head. ”The longer we hide it the more pissed off he will be. If the fans catch us before him, he’s gonna kill me, push me off the track or something…” he muttered.

You didn’t know how to respond to that. One side of you wanted your brother to know but on the other side you were scared. Many what ifs flooded your mind while Oscar went on about how he felt like a stupid teenager with all this sneaking around. “But you know how protective Lando is… What if he gets mad? What if it ruins your friendship? You are teammates, what if-” you anxiously went on and on as he was pacing around his room. He interrupts, his voice subtly rising “And what if he understands? What if he says it's fine and doesn’t say anything? You’re his sister! He loves you! I just don’t want to keep lying to him!”. 

You grew annoyed “You think I don’t feel that too? You think I wanna hide all the time? This isn’t easy for me! I have known him all my life, he’s been there for me through everything. I can’t just walk up to him and say ‘Oh yea, by the way, I have been secretly going out with your teammate for the past four months’!” you paused to take a breath “I just need some time”. Oscar huffed at your response “Time for what? For him to find out himself? Listen, I care about you, about us. I don’t wanna hide something so important. I can wait. But it can’t go forever. We’ll figure it out. He deserves to know”. 

“I know, I’m just scared…” you said looking at him. Oscar gently took your hand “I know, but we will figure it out together” he said softly. “Okay, together” you whispered, squeezing his hands.

The atmosphere in Japan was electric. It was a big race, everyone could feel it. Ferrari and Mclaren bought new updates for their cars causing the excitement to rise. The weekend was rainy but the weather didn’t stop you and Oscar from delivering your best performances.

On a Sunday afternoon you found yourself parking your car next to his and immediately getting out to hug him. You didn’t care about people around you - it was your first podium and only that mattered. 

Lando looked up at the podium, seeing his sister and teammate next to each other made his heart swell. Both of you covered in champagne, standing side by side, grinning and laughing like drunk teenagers.

That’s when everything clicked. Lando’s heart skipped a beat as all the little moments flashed before his eyes. The way you had talked in hushed tones in the garage, the playful banter during media days, and countless disappearances. 

During the interviews and post-race debrief Lando found himself lost in thoughts. He would occasionally glance at you or Oscar, trying to wrap his head around it. He wasn’t exactly angry, he was confused and a little hurt. He knew he had to talk to you about it. 

The team was buzzing with excitement, and plans had been made to go clubbing to celebrate. Lando caught up with you in the hotel lobby as everyone was getting ready to head out. “Hey, wait a second” he says the moment he sees you. “Yeah, what’s up?” you ask, unaware of what he knows. “So... you and Oscar, huh?” His whispered tone made shivers run down your spine. You chuckled nervously “What makes you think like that?”. He shrugged, crossing his arms “Well, I don’t know. The way you two have been sneaking off together, the little smiles, the whole ‘pretend we’re just friends’ act. I might be your brother, but I’m not that stupid” he paused, watching your expression. “So, how long?”.

“How long what?” says a voice behind you. You felt weight being lifted from your shoulders when you saw Oscar approach. “Oh, nothing. I was just asking how long the two of you have been dating.” Lando says with a smirk, his gaze glued to you, definitely enjoying your embarrassed state. Oscar could feel your emotions, his hand made his way to your back to caress it - a silent way of reminding you that he’s here. “A few months,” he admits, voice steady but cautious. “We didn’t want to keep it a secret, Lando. We just... didn’t know how to tell you” he explained. “It was never about not trusting you. I was just scared of your reaction…” you added. 

“Look, I get it. I’m not mad, just... annoyed I had to figure it out on my own. I would’ve preferred hearing it from you guys.” He glanced at both of you, the concern clear in his eyes “But if this is serious... then I just want to make sure you’re both happy. And that you’ll be honest with me from now on. Now let’s go celebrate, yeah?” you nodded and hugged Lando, feeling relieved.

The tree of you headed towards the car. Oscar opened the door for you and just as he was supposed to enter the car Lando pointed a finger at him. “But Oscar, you hurt her, and you are dealing with me. Remember that”. Oscar held up his hands in defense “Understood”. 

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happy podium to my favourite couple

september 18, 2024

[rosenotactuallyquartz]

amethyst & rose

(an analysis on their dynamic)

amethyst & rose have a very fascinating dynamic. amethyst looked up to rose, believing that she made everything better. the feeling was mutual. they never quite knew just how alike they were, but they inspired each other nonetheless.

"rose said i'm perfect the way i am!" — amethyst, crack the whip

“one very important relationship is amethyst with rose, because amethyst is what rose wished she could be." — steven universe podcast, volume 3, episode 1

from the beginning, rose felt a connection to amethyst. there were little pieces of rose’s soul in everyone she loved. from there, she wanted to give them the environment that she never had in her early years.

for example, rose perceived greg as the human version of herself in a lot of ways. their minds worked the same way. garnet & rose connected as gems who shared similar beliefs, and they bonded over their experiences related to love & interpersonal connections—the beauty they saw in things that were considered wrong in the eyes of homeworld’s society. as for pearl… she contrasted rose in many ways, and that made their connection meaningful in its own way, as partners. still, when it came to emotions, they were similar (i.e., how they felt when they wanted to protect something or someone, how they loved, etc. in general, they also felt everything very strongly, so strongly that it hurt them). rose was deeply inspired by her loved ones & often admired the traits & skills that she didn’t share with them. however, the similarities between rose & her loved ones likely played a role in what she wanted to do for them. she wanted everyone to have the environment she never had on homeworld. while there were no rules & freedom for all the crystal gems to be who they are (among other things), rose was very extreme, as sugar states.

"the thing that she really lacks is balance, any ability to temper her extremes. this is part of her character throughout her forms: she's always very extreme." — rebecca sugar, end of an era

“[amethyst] was sheltered from knowing the full truth of her origin & therefore she was not free to build on that aspect of her identity. both the advantages of freedom & the disadvantages of lack of structure manifested in her." — steven universe podcast, volume two, ep two

nevertheless, the way rose revered & loved everyone around her was incredibly sincere & intense. her guilt, self-hatred, & lack of self-acceptance made it hard for her to feel empathy for herself. at the same time, she gave so much care, love, & acceptance to all these little pieces of herself. she never realized just how similar she was to those she loved because she often hid things. to amethyst, rose had all the answers, and every day with her was relaxing, fun, and she felt loved. rose was older than her, the nurturing mom friend who (as amethyst said herself) made everything better. at the same time, it was hard for amethyst to fully understand rose's choices and she never saw a lot of her vulnerabilities.

amethyst & rose were so incredibly similar, & they had no idea just how much they had in common. still, they both knew they were similar. both are playful & young-at-heart. both feel emotions deeply, but they cope with their intensity by trying to make things lighthearted.

they share a sense of wonder that makes them see beauty in the most unusual and odd things—moss, random foods. they probably both brought back the most ridiculous things from missions, much to pearl's dismay.

while rose kept secrets, she also did everything in her power to shield amethyst from anything that might hurt her. because here’s something that pearl + rose have in common: they both want to help so much that it hurts them. they want to prevent harm, to protect those they love & see as precious, but they can’t control everything, & that causes a lot of pain.

"i'm not supposed to be small. and everyone's always acting like there's no problem. you can be anything you want to be. no! i can't. i can't even be the one thing i'm supposed to be, you know?" — amethyst, steven versus amethyst

“rose teaches amethyst: you can be anything you want to be! huge advocate of shapeshifting, self-expression, anarchy—however, amethyst can sense shame from rose and pearl over the kindergarten.” — rebecca sugar, end of an era

literally & figuratively, amethyst and rose both felt smaller compared to the other quartzes and diamonds, respectively. though their situations were different—rose coming from homeworld, & amethyst learning about it later—other quartzes made amethyst feel insecure, powerless, & "wrong," much like rose felt as a diamond. despite this, they both became crystal gems, rebels choosing to be their own individuals, knowing they don’t have to follow homeworld’s rules about their gem’s purpose. they both love living on earth.

"what? you mean about the bad thing? how this bad place is where bad gems came to grow more bad gems? is that what you're talking about?" — amethyst, on the run

"rose's message began to resonate, to pink diamond's dismay. her colony was falling apart. so, like a coward, she called for her diamond allies, yellow & blue, to help." — garnet, your mother and mine

their beliefs also made them ashamed when they looked at their gems. rose, though she became her own person and acted as if the past never happened, still remembered being a diamond.

"i never asked for it to be this way. i never asked to be made!" — amethyst, on the run

"[rose] couldn't stand herself; self-destruction is a huge theme throughout the show—the struggle of the feeling that you shouldn't exist, & what that can do to a person. a lot of the themes of the show exist within rose." — rebecca sugar, end of an era

knowing everything that the diamonds did fueled her self blame & only worsened her feeling that she shouldn’t exist. amethyst feels similarly, and while she became her own person and those around her acted like the kindergarten never happened, she felt like a “big mistake.”

"i’m not going to let you stand there & remind me of everything i hate about myself!" — amethyst, on the run

"[rose] reveres them instead, because they are better than she could ever be, & that reverence is so honest & intoxicating that it draws everyone closer to her, without them understanding the deep self-hatred that pull is coming from." — end of an era, page 88

for a variety of reasons, they both struggle with low self esteem. pink felt insecure around diamonds on homeworld & amethyst felt insecure around quartzes on homeworld, making them feel smaller not just physically but emotionally. they often felt like they needed to change themselves to fit in. they also struggle with the feeling that their closest loved ones are better than them, although the reasons may look a bit different. amethyst knows that garnet, rose, & pearl fought in the war and aren’t from the kindergarten, while rose also feels guilt about where she’s from and feels weak & “bad” compared to the others.

“amethyst finally understands rose... wanting her to shapeshift... not feel obligated to be a quartz... suddenly feels sympathy... kinship. it wasn’t amethyst being inspired by rose. rose was inspired by them!” — end of an era

“the truth is that the people in her life would be so much more understanding than she believes they will be.” — end of an era

“i know you feel bad! believe me, i get it! sometimes it feels like you're never gonna like yourself but it's possible, man!” — amethyst, i am my monster

whenever people ask me what rose needed to do in order to heal, my answer is long & complicated. but i will say, i always include connie’s quote from mindful education. “you have to be honest about how bad it feels so that you can move on!” rose needed to be honest & vulnerable with her loved ones. this includes conversations about the past that she was ashamed of. this is why i never joined the fans who say pearl’s reaction to finding out rose kept secrets from even her was inherently wrong or harmful to rose, as a partner.

i always wished we saw more scenes of rose & amethyst. their dynamic is fascinating, & if rose could see amethyst by the timeline of future, she would understand just how much she could relate to her. opening up was difficult for rose, & for a good reason. revealing secrets she was ashamed of, taking accountability, & apologizing for things would always result in abandonment (isolation) or physical & emotional pain (punishments) during her early life on homeworld, with no positives in the end. hiding must have felt like a necessity for survival, & her fear of being caught by the diamonds worsened her anxiety, making her feel used to always hiding. nevertheless, rose really did contribute to a safe environment for amethyst’s early years & i think that’s incredible.

despite the tragic parts, amethyst & rose had a dynamic that was both close & meaningful. amethyst loved the life she had with rose, & now, she completely understands rose’s actions & everything rose did for her. as for rose, she loved someone who she knew well enough to be able to relate to, on some level. seeing their similarities, even the ones that are as simple as personalities, probably helped rose love herself a bit more.

[justwinginglife]

Chemistry, Comedy, and Calamity

At the request of @rayisaemobookworm, sorry it took me so long to finish this.

No one was supposed to know you were dating the Vice Captain of the Third Division. 

Everyone assumed anyway. 

The two of you never spoke of your relationship, never confirmed the rumors, never used official labels, and when asked, you’d claim you were nothing more than the best of friends, but anyone with eyes could see that the two of you were in love.

Chemistry like yours would be wasted if you weren’t together. 

You’d flirt and banter over the comms, unbothered by the entire Third Division listening in, and then compete with him on the battlefield, fighting for kills and comparing wins. Then when the battle was over, you’d dote on him, tending to his wounds with care, and chiding him for being reckless, like you weren’t the one who had previously egged him on to be better, to be faster, to be stronger, to keep up with you. 

When you’d go out on patrols together, inseparable as usual, the other officers would swear that your chatter alone would scare away any possible threat, because when you made your rounds, the entire base rumbled with the echoes of your laughter, of your boisterous conversation. 

And when you went to formal events together, when his eyes would hungrily rake over the length of your dress, lingering on every dip and curve, when you’d adjust his tie meticulously, straightening it and smoothing it down with care, it was clear that the two of you had feelings for each other. 

One day, you came across a ring that you thought he’d like and you jokingly proposed to him with it but when he accepted, when his genuine smile melted your heart, when he started excitedly yapping about wedding venues, about honeymoon destinations, there was no doubt in your mind that you were going to marry him. 

The day he started wearing his ring to work, plain for all to see, was the day the Third Division erupted into chaos.

They’d all been so confident in their previous assumptions that the two of you were dating, but when he made his way onto base with the ring glimmering around his finger, and when you strode in moments later without a ring to match, their confidence shattered, their assumptions dashed to bits. 

Had you never been together in the first place? Had he always had a girl at home? Did that girl know how close he was with you? Was it okay for him to be so close to you?

Rumors ran rampant and soon every locker room, every lunch room, every bathroom, was flooded with gossip about Hoshina. 

When you caught wind of it, you were amused. You knew there was a gem hanging from a string round your neck that could easily prove his innocence, but with your suit zipped up, no one else was aware of its presence and you couldn’t waste this opportunity to tease your fiance. 

You found him buried in paperwork at his desk and when he saw you sauntering towards him, his eyes lit up and he pushed aside any work to stand and greet you.

“Heyyy, Soshirooo.” You purred innocently as you took up position beside him. 

He raised an eyebrow at you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you towards him. “Yes? Something up?”

“How come you didn’t tell me you had a wife at home?” You pouted. 

He choked on his spit. “Sorry, what??”

You bit your lip to hold back your giggles. Then you let out an exaggerated sigh. “Here I was, thinking we were getting serious, and all along, I’ve just been some side mistress. Oh, the tragedy. I can feel my heart breaking.” You threw a hand across your chest for dramatic effect. 

He snorted. “Alright, what is this? What are you talking about, dork?”

You laughed. “Apparently the whole division has it in their heads that you’re married to someone else since you’re wearing a ring and I’m not.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s ridiculous. You know you’re the only one for me baby.” He tightened his grip on your hips and pressed kisses to the side of your neck. 

“Careful, someone might catch you cheating on your wife.” You teased.

He pouted at your teasing, but you didn’t mistake the way his grip on you loosened slightly. “Can’t we just tell them now?” He whined.

You shook your head. “But I’m having so much fun.”

He was unamused. “Cuz you’re not the one they’re talking about,” He grumbled as he held you close again, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“I’ll tell them soon, okay, baby?” You kissed the top of his head.

He let out a huff. “Sure you will. I hope you have lots of fun while you can, because I will be getting you back for this later.”

You laughed. “Alright Soshiro, have it your way.”

So you kept up the facade a little longer, you had your fun, but then he started playing the game too. 

You’d ask to have lunch with him, you’d throw your arms around him while he worked, nuzzle up against his neck, but then he’d turn you down, pulling away from your touch, saying “I can’t do this anymore, I have a wife and child at home, I can’t keep seeing you,” and then he’d smirk at you when your jaw dropped. 

“Oh you asshole. Just love me already.” You’d whine.

He’d shake his finger at you. “Nuh-uh. Not until you tell everyone the truth.” 

So he withheld dinner dates and cuddle nights to test how long you could last. 

You wanted to give up immediately, you were practically shaking from withdrawal, but his smug smile hardened your resolve. You started spinning your tale of woe to anyone who would listen about how devastated you were to find out that he was living a secret life.

“And I’ll admit it, I was in love with the man. Utterly and completely in love. And now, to find out he’s been married this whole time? With a child? My heart can’t take it.”

Hoshina would snort at your antics and then load you up with extra work as punishment for “disorderly conduct.”

But the back and forth ended when you had your first large battle in months. The Third Division had been recently enjoying some peace and quiet, with only a few yoju here and there to disrupt said peace, but today the Third Division found themselves completely overwhelmed with a flood of kaiju, big and small. 

Hoshina completely forgot about your little feud, checking every inch of your suit to make sure it would serve its purpose before allowing you to join him on the battlefield, and then squeezing your hand and resting his forehead against yours on the transport so he could savor what time he had with you before it erupted into chaos. “Promise me you’ll be okay. No unnecessary risks, yeah baby?” He murmured into your ear, nipping at it gently. 

“I promise, love. Same goes for you. Don’t go dying on me or I’ll kill you.”

He chuckled and pulled away to gaze at you fondly. “I wouldn’t dare to incur the wrath of my side mistress.” He winked at you.

You jabbed him in the side.

“Sorry, I mean, fiancee.” He whispered the last bit so no one else could hear. 

You rolled your eyes. “You would joke at a time like this, dumbass.” 

He grinned at you and you memorized every inch of his smile in case it was the last time you saw it.

Then you arrived at your destination.

I love you, you mouthed to him before jumping off the transport and joining in the fight. 

War was always bloody, but this battle felt like an endless sea of blood, with nowhere safe to dock, with nothing stable to anchor you. 

You’d always cherished your swords, both for the confidence they instilled in you, and for the comfort they brought you because they matched Soshiro’s, but today, you felt your swords might not be enough, you felt the onslaught might be too heavy, the fight too gruesome. You’d kill to have a gun right about now.

After slicing your way through endless waves of Kaiju, after enduring the pain that seared through your arms with each aggressive motion, you’d kill to have any means to end this fight. To see daylight. To see Soshiro. You knew he was beside you, he’d never leave you for a second, but you hadn’t found a moment to check on him, to make sure he still had all his limbs, you hadn’t a moment for anything besides the fight at hand. 

Every Kaiju seemed bigger and uglier than the last, and you’d always hated them, but you were starting to feel downright vengeful now. Especially when you took a cut to the chest and felt the comfortable weight of your ring disappear. You didn’t have the time to spare a glance in the direction your ring had fallen, you didn’t even have the time to breathe. But the devastation at losing your ring spurred you on to fight more violently, more viciously, than ever before and soon the fight came to its conclusion. 

Before you knew it, you had collapsed to your knees and started desperately rummaging through corpse after corpse for your ring, not even caring that your vision was blurred through your tears. 

Soshiro realized what you were doing and immediately enlisted the help of every member of the Third Division to look for a ring. 

“Your ring, sir? The one we’ve seen you wearing?”

“My fiancee’s diamond ring. Y/N’s ring.”

Silence and shock filled the air as the realization dawned on everyone, but the moment was short lived, because soon Soshiro was clapping and barking out orders to everyone, “Come on people, we don’t have the benefit of daylight for much longer and I will have us on our hands and knees looking for it even if night falls, so get to it!”

You’d always thought that when you finally announced your engagement to Soshiro that you could throw a nice party to celebrate, that you could announce it together, that you could share in congratulations and bask in the love and support of your friends and family.

Instead, you shared in the blood, sweat, and tears of your fellow officers as you scoured every inch of the messy landscape together, and when your ring was finally found, you all celebrated by taking a dive (no one had the energy to actually dive, it was more like dragging their deadened bodies) into the nearby river to wash the exhaustion and the grime from your aching limbs. 

As you floated beside Soshiro in the cool waters, with the ring nestled safely around your finger, he turned to look at you fondly.

Then he laughed.

“God, I hope our wedding isn’t half as lively as this engagement party.”

[masonmontz]

heyy everyone :) hope you like it

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

smut word count: 1.5k

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“Come in.” You said to Mason as soon as you opened the door of your apartment. He still wearing his Manchester United kit and with a really sad face.

He sighed when he entered your apartment and left a soft kiss on your lips. The game was against Crystal Palace and it was bad. Really bad. As you know Mason, he is blaming himself and will pass the next five days thinking about it.

When he was back in Manchester, he sent you a message asking if he could come to your’s, and quickly you said yes, for his relief.

“Can I take a shower?” He asked and you could hear his sad and tired voice.

“Sure, I’ll make something for you to eat.” You said and he agreed, giving you a sad smile before walking to your room.

You and Mason met last year at a birthday party, you had only talked a few times until the day he invited you and some common friends to his house. You slept in his house and after that day you started meeting several times.

Mason is a nice person, he treats you kindly and you love it. But just like you, he doesn't want anything serious as a relationship, so you get along well. He knows there are several women wanting just one night stand with him, he likes that, and you like the way he knows how to make you go crazy when you are having sex.

You cooked some pasta with chicken for him, some comfort food for him to feel at home. It’s not the first time that Mason comes to your house after a loss, and it’s not the first time he came prepared to sleep in your apartment, just something usual.

Fifteen minutes later Mason is back again at the kitchen wearing his sweatpant and a hoodie. He's so devastated that you feel sorry, and even if you don't support United, you feel sad about the defeat.

“How are you?” You asked when he sat in a chair, putting his phone away and his head between his hands.

“Did you watch the game?” He asked and you said that you just watched the second half. “It was ridiculous how I played.”

“Hey, it was not your fault.” You said and looked at him. “There are still some matches, you will catch up.”

Mason doesn't seem to believe it and shrugs, taking out his cell phone and probably reading the shit they were saying about him on the internet.

When the dinner was ready, you and Mason sat next to each other, but you don’t say anything since he didn't seem to be in the mood to talk, lost in his own thoughts.

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“Wow.” You said in the moment that a couple are having sex in the movie you two are watching, sex on the beach, to be more specific.

Mason laughed at your reaction, but he didn’t say anything. You are lying in your bed comfortably, hugging Mason’s warm body.

Clearly the movie is explicit and you didn’t know that when you chose it. Mason is actually watching the movie when you look at him, but he notices when you lose attention from the film and focuses on him. He looks at you sideways and gives you a small smile.

“You don’t think the movie is interesting?” He asked and ran his hand through your leg.

“Oh, yes, but I think we can do something more interesting now.” He gave you a smile. His cock is showing in his pants and you don't know if it's because of the movie or because of you.

You kneel on the bed, slowly moving up to Mason, which is leaning against the headboard of the bed, biting his lips.

You took of you hoodie and your shirt and Mason looked at you like a kid getting candies when he saw your tits. You almost moaned when he looked at your nipples and licked his lips.

When you took off your sweatpants and Mason saw that you weren't wearing any underwear, he groaned and brought his hand to his own cock, stroking it.

“You’re killing me.” He said. You sat on his lap and Mason put his hands in your ass, squeezing. He ran his hands through your body and you get goosebumps, moaning against his lips when he kissed you.

“I wanna make you cum, I wanna make you feel good.” You said rolling against his hips, where you felt the bulge fit between your legs. Mason knows you like to be in control of the situation, so you hold his neck as you leave kisses on his warm skin, rubbing yourself against him.

“You’re so wet for me.” He said as he placed his hand between your legs, placing his thumb on your clit and stroking it. “You're always this wet for me, aren't you?”

You can't help but moan when Mason starts stroking your pussy, and you leave marks on his neck on purpose.

“You’re so hot.” You whispered in his ear. Mason murmured and inserted two fingers into you, so you rolled against his hand, making movements back and forth. “Oh, Mase.”

“You like that?” He asked and you agreed, grabbing his hair. After a few seconds while Mason still thrusts his fingers into you, you feel your body burn and you moan loudly, screaming Mason's name. “Look at you, so beautiful cumming in my fingers.”

“Mason, oh my God.” You whimpered, squeezing your own nipples as you came all over him. “I want more.”

“Slow down, babe.” He said but you ignored him. You pull the hem of his pants down until you can hold his hard cock, masturbating him with quick and strong movements. “Oh, Y/N, this is good.”

You kissed him again while holding his dick, hard as a rock in your hand.

“C’mon, I want you riding my dick.” He spoke quietly, taking you off of him so he can take off his pants. Mason naked is quite a sight. You never saw someone so beautiful, his muscles, his skin, the tattoos, everything is perfect. “Are you just going to look?”

The cum leaves his dick shining and you salivate, but you prefer to leave that for later when Mason is tired and sleepy then you can suck his dick until he cums one last time and sleep next to you after that.

If you weren't so desperate to cum one more time you would have teased him, but you just sat on his lap, fitting his dick between your slick folds and slowly penetrating you with his hard cock.

You both moaned against each other's mouths as you sat on his cock, then you started making alternating movements, fast and slow, back and forth, up and down. From the first time you knew that Mason liked it when you rode him, and it became your favorite position too, as Mason was at your mercy everytime.

He closed his eyes and placed both hands on your waist, helping you with the movements.

“Oh- I, Mase.” You can't form any sentences, but that doesn't matter, not when Mason is beneath you wanting to cum and moaning your name loudly.

Nothing is as good as that.

You're so horny that you can't control your movements, Mason's cock pulses inside you, hard as ever. He puts one of your nipples in his mouth and you grab his shoulders, moving back and forth and feeling your clitoris scratch against his skin, making you scream.

“So good.” You feel your body burn again. “Please, I wanna cum.”

“Yes, babe, cum on my dick.” He moaned again and squeezed his eyes closed, then you knew Mason was about to cum too. “I’m so close.”

You made a few more movements and felt the orgasm explode inside you, and you almost collapsed onto Mason. He didn't let you stop as you moaned on top of him, and rolled your hips against him until he came inside you, moaning your name several times.

“Y/N, this is so good, I love to fuck you.” Mason kissed you again, pulling you to lay on him, and you could feel him still cumming inside you. “My gosh, I came so much and so hard.”

“I’m still feeling it.” You rocked on top of him, still making slow movements as Mason finished cumming. Your breathing was heavy after your orgasm, you were sweaty despite the cold and so was Mason. “You always do it so well.”

“You get better every time.” He confessed and you laughed. “Let's take a bath together?”

[luza-wayne]

hii!! i really adored your gyomei fic, it was mwah chefs kiss :D ur blog is also severely underrated like hello??? idk if you do like head cannons for more than one character but for this rq i was thinking gyomei/rengoku/sanemi, you can pick which one you wanna write for.😭😭 where like the reader is like their secret admirer or vice versa but eventually the reader gets caught by the character and like how does the character react to all of this?? thank you so much & you can discard this rq if u don't wanna do it!! have a good one :)

omg thank you so muchhh! i wasn't sure about that actually, i thought you all wouldn't like it. glad you enjoyed it! i decided to do everyone and the reader admire them, since usually it's the other way around. not confident about this one though. hope it's alright for everyone!

when they caught on to your crush on them.

himejima gyomei, rengoku kyoujurou, shinazugawa sanemi

kinda not sure if i made this right lmao

enjoyyyyyy

himejima gyomei.

he didn’t really mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with shinobu and learned that you were interested in him.

he was just there to visit a demon slayer that he saved during his last mission and was sent there to be treated and you just happened to do your follow-up check up to see if you can go to work already, but somehow it ended up with you two sharing getting hooked up in your conversation.

he felt really bad for unintentionally listening, but also a little, just a little, happy he did.

somehow, he finally understood why he heard that coming from you too.

the same sound he hears every time obanai and kanroji are close to each other.

so, it was because of that. he thought he was just hearing things, as ridiculous as it may sound.

you continued to explain to the insect hashira how you found him amazing from the first time you saw him, which was when he saved you from a demon who wanted to devour you as you’re walking home. 

saying, it’s impossible not to fall in love with the man who protected you and saved you. you also revealed that he was the reason you joined the corps.

hearing how you continued to flatter and praise him without knowing he’s close by— his feet just won’t move and his brain never got the thought to move— he started feeling this unfamiliar feeling.

‘does she really think of me that way?’ he thought, as he looked away, his ear starting to heat up.

he finally got the courage to move to where you two were when shinobu asked you: “do you have any plans on confessing to him?” 

he stopped walking again. he asked himself why, but he couldn't find the answer. was it because he wanted to know too? he had no idea.

“i will. soon. not now, though. soon when i’m standing on the same stage as him. i want to be a hashira first. i wanted to be someone worthy of him.” 

your answer made him smile, his heart softened with your resolve.

his heel turned and he walked back to where he came from, still smiling a bit.

next time, when you two encounter again, he’ll try to help you and give you tips, so you can achieve your goal, all while he tries to act like he’s not aware of your feelings for him.

the question is, will he successfully act like he doesn’t know it?

rengoku kyojurou

he thought he was just overthinking things.

there’s no way there’s that difference on how you treat him to other men.

he first took note of it, when he’s eating at your family’s restaurant, where he usually eats before he comes home after patrolling.

you talk to him with such enthusiasm, joy, and adoration on your face, but when someone calls for you to order, it immediately disappears. giving them a stoic and indifferent look on your face.

he thought that might be just a mistake. there’s no way there’s that much difference.

he’s pretty sure of that, that’s why he put it on a test. he asked one of the slayers he knew to come with him to the restaurant and one agreed to accompany him.

an attractive one, even more.

when they arrived, his subordinate entered the place first, making you greet him with your usual cold tone, but as soon as rengoku stepped inside, your whole demeanor changed.

after that they ordered, rengoku letting him order for the both of them.

you note down what he told you their order, while he seems to be not bothered by casual indifference, thinking that this is just how you usually deal with customers, he’s just happy that the hashira invited him to share a meal together.

but when rengoku spoke, they were both dumbfounded by how easily your mood changes.

when you left to tell the cook their orders, the guy turned to rengoku saying: “wow, she was like a whole new different person.”, he says chuckling.

the flame hashira could only nod, following your figure with his eyes. ‘does that answer my question then?’

he brought along an attractive man, yet that didn’t change how you treat him along with the other customers.

would it be alright for him to assume that you…

and as if the guy was going along the cue life had given him asked, “does she like you?”, with a big smile on his lips.

he didn’t answer, instead he just diverted the conversation into another topic.

now, if you’re thinking that rengoku is the type to straightforwardly ask the person if they like him, then you’re wrong.

he’ll actually act as if he didn’t uncover a big revelation. he’ll still be the same rengoku you liked and would never subtly tease you about your crush on him.

he’ll actually start to notice things about you, now that he started to watch you sometimes.

he will try to get to know you better while trying not to be too noticeable.

well, maybe in the future, you two will share a conversation with only the two of you and by then, you’ll be able to talk more about personal things… like your feelings…

shinazugawa sanemi

whenever it’s time for the monthly hashira meeting, it’s normal for him to be the first one in order to be the one to greet the master before their meeting starts.

but, lately the new hashira keeps beating him to it. yes, it was you.

even if he tries to arrive there 3 hours before the meeting, he’ll find you there already, greeting him with a wide smile on your face.

it would’ve irritated him whenever you kept interfering with his plan of paying respect to the leader himself, but he can’t deny the fact that you were punctual by arriving there earlier than the rest of them.

so, he couldn’t really get mad at you. 

actually, he didn’t mind sharing a conversation with you while waiting for the others.

but, the day he realized that there might be a bit more to you going to the meeting early came.

it was when he had an unexpected situation the night before the meeting and had to send his crow to tell the master that he wouldn’t be able to come. 

after a few hours, his crow came back. though it usually just takes his crow to deliver and come back in one or two hours. hm… weird, but okay… he brushed it off.

the next morning came and when he went to finish things that made him was already taken care of. 

at that time, he still had the time to go attend the meeting barely before it started, so he immediately headed out.

when he got there, he was surprised to see you taking your time as you walked along the path to the entrance to ubuyashiki's residence. 

he even thought it was a different person, because there’s no way you would be here when you’re always so early whenever the meeting is held.

when he caught up to you, because you sure was taking your sweet time, he was certain already that it was you.

“what are you still doing here?”, he asked you, speaking suddenly next to you. 

when he looked at your face, it was a mixture of surprise and shock. you asked him what he’s doing there when he was supposed to be absent for the meeting.

he just explained to you what happened, but he found you not listening and looking somewhere else. confused, he followed your line of sight.

there, he saw his crow, seemingly trying to make a move on yours. he furrowed his head. ‘what is that damn bird doing?’, he thought to himself. 

“your crow said you won’t be able to attend the meeting.”, he heard you whispering to yourself. he was immediately hooked on what you said and then slowly… he pieced one thing to another.

“don’t tell me… did my crow take a detour to your place yesterday?”, he didn’t miss the slight flinch you did when he asked the question.

“so, he did, huh…”  he said, nodding. you didn’t answer and just looked away, turning your back to him.

but, he realized another thing.

“did he… also tell you about me going to the meetings early…?”, he asked while staring at the back of your head.

you snapped your head and shook your head repeatedly. “no!”, you denied with conviction.

he listened while you explained that you heard from kanroji that he’s always early and never forced his crow to tell you anything about him. he watched how your face slowly turned red, rattled about his question. 

‘why is she so embarrassed about it? so much that she’s turning red?’, he thought to himself.

‘isn’t it good that she’s trying to be punctual because of him? or… is there… another reason…?’

but��� he doesn't want to think that your reason might be the same as what he was thinking.

“d… do you…”, he started, stopping you in your trail of defense.

as he stares at you, his voice seemingly caught in his throat. he tried to speak up and continue his sentence, but he can’t appear to do it.

he then shook his head, making you confused.

“no. it’s nothing. let’s hurry up before we get late.”, he brushed off and then started walking again. he also called his crow and told him to stop flirting already.

you just followed behind him. you were aware that he realized it, but wondered why he didn’t say anything.

well, it’s because he doesn’t believe it.

he doesn’t want to admit that he thinks you like him. he should be focusing on protecting the civilians and not mind himself with love.

ah, yeah— yes, yes, that’s the reason. that’s definitely the reason.

it’s absolutely not because he’s flustered and he can’t think clearly. yeah, absolutely not.

he might get a bit weird for the next few times when you two meet again, but remember it’s not because he’s embarrassed, okay?!

hope you all liked it and let me know what you think!

also, if you'd like to tip me, you can check my ko-fi acc! anything will be a big help!

[spikedfearn]

You Keep on Sayin’ You in Love Tho, So Tell Me, Are You Really Down? (Yeah)

One-shot

bjorn x fem!reader

summary: you and Bjorn shotgun during your ascent in the hauler—and then some.

a/n: 📣 100 follower special 📣 I've been wanting to write a shotgunning fic since I first saw bjorn smoke that spliff in one toke, it was ridiculously hot and I just had to be totally normal about it in the theater. this is a reimagining of the escape from jackson's star so the character dialogue/actions will not be movie accurate. title from the song "self-care" by mac miller.

warnings: established relationship, recreational drug use, shotgunning, PDA, making out, dry humping, oral (receiving) possessive behavior, you're that couple

wc: 3.1k

The low rumble of the metal grate beneath your feet as the Corbelan ascends leaves you feeling momentarily weightless, like you're floating before gravity pulls you down, feeling heavier than usual.

You’re strapped in, anchored by a sturdy crossed seatbelt that comes down over your shoulders and buckles in next to the opposite hip, white knuckling the lip of the seat on either side of your thighs, eyes closed tight as you hold your breath.

It feels surreal, your heart thumping hard against your rib cage, knowing you all just pulled off the biggest heist in Jackson Star’s history, stealing highly-regulated equipment to leave behind a shitty life of indentured servitude.

It's something you've all discussed at length for months, Tyler being the one to initially suggest the idea while you were all drinking late one night, mapping out an escape route in yours and Bjorn's shared trailer, sitting on his lap with his legs spread wide, arms loosely circled around your waist.

Still—you can't believe it actually worked, breaking into the hauler and getting it up off the ground without any hiccups, half expecting sirens to soon blare throughout the endlessly dark sky or for the engine to stall, it just feels easy. Too easy.

You feel Bjorn’s hand on your leg then, taking notice of your growing anxiety, always able to pick up on any shifts in your mood, no matter how subtle, not when it comes to you.

Running his thumb along the inseam of your dark-washed jeans, he squeezes your thigh afterwards out of reassurance. It helps, even if only just a little, your palm finding its way into his, weaving your fingers together between you, a fair bit calmer now that you're holding your boyfriend's hand, roughed up and calloused from mining.

He's always been able to read you, ever since you were little, knowing exactly what you needed when you needed it, sometimes even before you did, causing your progressively growing affection for him to flourish into something else entirely, something beautiful, until you were crushing hard and just couldn't bury it anymore, no matter how hard you tried.

Luckily the feeling was mutual because after your drunk little confession, the only two still awake and drinking, sitting in the cramped living room of his trailer away from where the others were passed out, you hooked up on his futon, sweating out years of romantic and sexual tension that had built and built and built between you until it finally came to a head.

Everyone was happy for you both as soon as they woke the next morning to you wearing Bjorn's loose tee from the night before and a pair of clean boxers, arms linked and swinging down between your bodies, going shy when Navarro sighed, “fuck—finally,” and Tyler coming up to squeeze Bjorn’s shoulders from behind, telling him, “see? Told ya’ she wuz’ just as inta ya,’ mate.”

That was three years ago and you've been dating ever since, completely mad for each other as Bjorn liked to put it, which you think sums it up quite nicely.

You complimented one another, able to make up for whatever deficiency the other was lacking in. You were the only one that could truly calm him, talk him down from the proverbial edge when his anger started to boil over in response to whatever bullshit life threw at him. Reminding him that you were in this together for the long haul, which always did the trick, watching the way he'd soften in your hold and silently nod, looking just as vulnerable on the outside as he felt on the inside.

And he was the only one that could truly get you to relax when you were stressed out, like a hydraulic press trying to crush you under the weight of your own problems. Reminding you not be so serious all the time, to enjoy the little things, like right at that moment, when he'd be spooning you in bed at the end of every night, drawing miscellaneous patterns over your midriff with one hand while he combs his fingers on the other through your hair, still damp with sweat after a passionate round or two.

It wasn't perfect but it was yours, and that was enough for both of you.

The hauler Navarro’s piloting hits a rough patch of turbulence as it cuts up through the polluted cloud cover, Bjorn withdrawing his hand from yours to unbuckle himself and stand, unsteady on his feet, forcing him to hold onto one of the steel bars to ground himself there.

He plucks a rolled up joint from the front pocket of his dark gray drop shoulder hoodie and lights it with one of his shitty zippo's, the confined oxygen combined with the freighter's acceleration causing the flame to shoot up high and wide, nearly singeing his eyebrows off. The others laugh at his accidental little joint trick, including you, watching him proudly nod his head around at everyone when he manages to keep all his hair.

It smokes fast, faster than he was expecting, his eyes rounding in surprise as the paper burns all the way down to the roach in just seconds, cheeks swollen with a sudden mouthful of smoke, thin milky tendrils slipping past the seam of his lips.

Then Bjorn leans down and cradles your face between his hands before capturing your lips with his without hesitation, not that you mind, permission never requested and approval never needed anytime it comes to kissing between you two, parting your mouth when he parts his, letting him exhale smoke into it.

It inflates your lungs almost instantly, like two blistering hot air balloons butting up against your ribcage, getting you super stoned off the rip. You feel the muscles in your body relax all at once, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him in impossibly closer, working your tongue into his mouth.

There’s just something about shotgunning with Bjorn that gets you so worked up every time you partake in it, maybe it’s the intimacy of it, so close you can see Bjorn’s pupils dilate from the drugs and the desire, but you always find it ridiculously sexy whenever he does it.

You hear the quiet click of your seatbelt as Bjorn unbuckles it for you, pulling it up and off you before tugging on your wrist to get you to stand with him, pulling you into him, one arm circling your upper back to spread his fingers over your shoulder blades while the other grabs a handful of your ass, not once breaking the kiss.

It’s hot and heavy from the outset, it always is with Bjorn, likes to skip the teasing and jump head first into the deep end with you in tow. The slick sound of your tongues meeting is mostly drowned out by the pulsing engine and Navarro announcing the position of the gearshift when she changes direction, everyone pointedly ignoring the free show you’re giving them, already used to it by now, Bjorn never one to shy away from PDA.

However unlike him it took you awhile to warm up to it, always going a little pink-cheeked and embarrassed whenever he'd lick into your mouth or pinch your ass in front of everyone, but you learned to like it, love it even, looking forward to it every time he does it, which is all the time.

He places one knee between your legs and grinds his hard on up against your thigh, a low buzz humming between your ears like static from a television, swallowing the noises the other is making, grinding back against his thigh, your underwear getting increasingly wet as a result.

The friction between you is delicious—downright addicting, whining every time the denim of his jeans roughly catches your clit, dry humping his thigh that much harder, feeling pleasure quickly mounting inside of you, spurring on the frenetic roll of your hips. God does Bjorn know how to get you going, until you're needy and pliant and begging for him to fuck you.

“Such a naughty little minx ya’ are,” Bjorn exhales into your ear, a breathy groan that has you shuddering in his hold, “gonna make ya' come all over ma’ face while I go down on ya,’ would ya’ like tha’ princess? Me splittin’ ya’ wide open with jus’ ma’ tongue?”

Before you have a chance to respond, the others collectively groan in disgust, Tyler cutting in to voice everyone else's thoughts, “christ, can ya' take this somewhere else? Cousins really shouldn't hafta’ hear their cousins say shit like tha’ yanno!”

Bjorn smirks, lazily rolling his head in the direction of his cousin, running his tongue flat over the curve of his top teeth, “awe, jealous you ain't gettin' any action cuz?”

Tyler glares, no actual malice in his eyes, always willing to put up with Bjorn's ridiculous antics even when he clearly doesn't want to, “no, not at all, I jus’ feel like I need a shower now s’all. Ma’ brain hates ma’ ears fo’ even havin’ ta’ hear tha.’”

“Yeah, a cold one amirite?” Bjorn cracks as he walks away, leading you with his arm around your shoulders down the Corbelan’s corridor towards the back where the bunks are, tucked into his side while he playfully squeezes your bicep. He leans in close to nip at your throat just above the worn scoop neck collar, prone to leave marks, both of you liking the visual reminder that you belong to him.

There are two bunk rooms, the one Kay is lying in to help combat some of her morning sickness during takeoff, and the room adjacent to it, the empty one, is the one Bjorn pulls you into, crowding you up against the ladder as soon as you're through the open doorway, feeling metal rungs bite into your back through the loose fitting t-shirt you're wearing—Bjorn's shirt.

“Less get these rags off ya’ sweetheart, wanna taste tha’ pretty pussy of urs before we get inta’ space,” he rasps, grabbing the hem of the ratty fabric to pull it up and off your head, his hand easily finding the clasp on your bra to unhook it.

He licks his thumb and index finger to gently roll your nipple between them, eliciting a moan, high and needy in pitch, your head falling back against the platform the uppermost mattress is sitting on with a quiet ‘thunk’ because of it.

Bjorn chuckles watching your reaction, an arrogant smile on his face, always so smug with how quickly he's able to get you falling apart, always so receptive in his hands, more than familiar with every sensitive spot and erogenous zone located on your body, replacing his fingers with the wet suction of his mouth.

He doesn't take his time like he normally does, loves toying with your chest until they're red and raw and littered with purpling hickeys of various sizes until you're a whimpering, quivering puddle beneath him but tonight he's on a mission, having thought it out long before he filled you in back in the cockpit.

“I'd love ta’ suckle on ‘em titties a little longa’ but I got a betta' way ta’ use ma’ mouth, don'tcha agree princess?” He whispers, warm breath ghosting over your face, tickling your heated skin, causing the hairs there to stand at attention.

“Mmmmm,” you hum, short on breath, whining in response to him pinching the side of your heaving tit, knowing what he wants before he even voices it.

“Words babe, use ‘em,” he orders, circling his thumbs counterclockwise over your hard nipples like the joysticks on the console he plays when he's not playing with you. Your back arches into his heated touch, moaning, “I—yes. Please Bjorn—baby, want you to eat me out, want you to split me wide open with your tongue and come on your face like you promised you would. Please.”

“Well, since ya’ asked so nicely,” he grins, satisfied with your answer, getting you to lie down on the bottom bunk sideways so your legs are dangling off the edge of the thin bed.

It's a tight fit, definitely not big enough for him to crawl in after and fuck you in, regardless of the position you'd attempt to do it, but that's not his endgame right now anyway so it doesn't really matter to either of at you the moment. You'll figure that out later, when you're officially on course for the nine year journey to Yvaga III. The others are all gonna fucking hate you both by the end of it.

Kneeling on the ground between your legs he grips either knee and spreads them wide open, instructing you to lift your hips a little so he can shed your jeans, leaving you in nothing but your damp cotton panties.

You watch as he licks over his lips, slow and deliberate, like he’s eying his favorite meal, a new wave of wetness gushing out of you, reflexively trying to close your legs so you don't soak through the mattress but Bjorn's hands stop you from doing so.

“Don't get all shy on me now princess,” Bjorn smirks, thumbs brushing over the crease of your pelvis, flirting along the edge of your underwear, “s'not like I haven't seen it all before or nothing.”

Then he’s closing the distance, taking a big whiff between your thighs, the rapid flutter of his lashes and the growl that rumbles through his chest inciting a needy whine out of you, “always smells so fuckin’ good, so wet ‘n ready fo’ me like tha’ naughty little slut ya’ are. Gonna fuckin’ devour ya.’”

He blows cool air over your warm, wet core, causing you to shiver, trying to grind down on his face, his hands on your hips stopping you, punctuating the air between you, “patience sweetheart, we’ll get there, probably don't’ have much time left ‘nyway.”

Bjorn finally, finally rips your underwear down and off, throwing the bend of your knees over his shoulders before burying his face in between your thighs, licking between your dripping folds from the base of your throbbing core up to your clit, tongue circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck, Bjorn,” you whimper, electricity circulating through you like your veins are made of live wires, feeling high off the weed and arousal and adrenaline as your boyfriend eats you out, ankles locking behind the scruff of his neck to keep him there.

“Thas’ right baby, say ma’ name, is tha’ only one ur eva’ gonna moan cuz this pussy belongs ta’ me n’ me only,” he growls, giving your thigh a possessive little squeeze as he spells the letters of his name out on your clit to really drive the point home.

And the thing is—Bjorn's absolutely right, his name is the only one you're ever gonna moan, the only one you ever want to, because Bjorn doesn't just own what's between your legs he owns what's inside your chest too.

It’s the crude way Bjorn spits on your entrance that has you closing your legs around his head, moaning his name like a prayer, like you aren’t already wet enough, distantly aware it's just another way for him to stake his claim over you.

He probes the tip of his tongue against your opening, throbbing in anticipation, clamping down on the warm wet muscle as soon as he wiggles it inside, first an inch, then two, groaning as the taste spreads over his tongue.

It always drives you absolutely crazy how vocal Bjorn is when he's going down on you, like he's getting off on it more than you are, the noises he's making causing tremors of pleasure to undulate through you, blindly fucking back onto his tongue as a result.

He increases his persistence, steadily fucking his tongue in and out of you, one of the arms he has loosely circled around your thighs letting go to rub circles into your clit instead, applying just the right amount of pace and pressure to have you trembling in his grasp.

You continue to roll your hips down, growing frenetic with your rapidly approaching climax, cervical muscles contracting like wires being wound up tight, clenching around your boyfriend’s thick tongue while you grind up into his thumb, wet from his spit and your fluids.

Moans are freely spilling out of you know, oscillating between breathy little whimpers and needy whines of Bjorn’s name and phrases like, “baby—fuck,” and, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” orgasming just as the quiet boom of the Corbelan breaks through the surface tension of the exosphere and enters orbit, sunlight pouring through the window of the hauler and bathing you both.

Bjorn’s face is wet with your release, licking up your thighs and between your folds to clean you up, licking you into hypersensitivity, pulling your hips away when it starts to hurt. He kisses down your leg, gentle as he helps swing your legs in so you’re lying on the mattress correctly, crawling in to join you.

While it might not be big enough for you to fuck in its just right for cuddling, his arm going around your waist to reel you in close, groaning when you lean your head back against his shoulder to lick some of your juices off of him. He’s still fully clothed, hips pressed up to your naked ass, tracing over the dice tattoo on the back of his hand.

“Want me to return the favor?” You ask, fucked out and spent in his arms, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with sleep. Still, you’d power through the exhaustion if he wanted you to, just for him.

“No need princess,” Bjorn smiles, soft and affectionate, kissing behind your ear, “already gone limp. Gonna hafta’ change my boxers when I got tha’ energy. Tha’ pretty little sounds ya’ make really gets me goin.’”

You feel heat pool low in your core at the idea of Bjorn getting off on just your moans alone, meeting his eyes over your shoulder, dazzling in the sun. He kisses you then, full of love and passion, cradling your jaw to keep it turned towards him, thumb sweeping across your cheekbone, from the bridge of your nose back to your ear.

“Jus’ as breathtaking in tha’ light princess,” he whispers, eyes roving over your face, the same look he always gives you when he’s being incredibly sweet, like he’s been staring at the sun long before he saw the real thing.

A warmth spreads through you because of it, warmer than anything else in the universe, even the sun.

[aireia]

The night I fell in love with you. — Gojo Satoru

tw/cw: gn! reader, fluff. not proofread. ooc.

note: I wanna know how I've been sick for 2 weeks —masterlist

Social events are common amongst clans. They help strengthen the bonds and relationships between clans, which makes it easier for them to come to agreements on matters.

For all he can remember, Satoru hates social events. He can’t remember how many he’s been to since he was a child, but he can remember the whispers among the crowds and the feeling of eyes on him. He can’t differentiate whether it was admiration, jealousy, hatred, or some other emotion. 

But he has to go. He’s the head of the Gojo clan, one of the most expected people at these private events. He doesn’t really see the point in him showing up, anyway. He doesn’t agree with the views and opinions of any other person there. 

It’s by the time he’s eighteen, maybe a decade after he started attending these parties, that he finally goes to an event that’s worth remembering, because he met you. Someone who agreed that these excuses of events were a bore. The both of you ended up laughing with each other over small talk, completely unrelated to the other people talking about ways to get rid of dangerous sorcerers.

The both of you had a lot in common. For example, your hatred towards the way the elders choose to do things. Satoru didn’t take long to realise this wouldn’t be the last time he would see you at these places, and jokingly asked if you wanted to meet up at these events and go to some corner of the room to talk shit about everyone there. You accepted. 

Maybe that’s when you fell for him. You kept each other company during these times, and laughed together so much anyone would mistake the both of you for friends that hadn’t seen each other for years catching up with each other.

About a year, or two after you met, there was a gathering that required everyone to have a partner to dance with. Now this was becoming ridiculous. Who organises these?! Because he sure as hell didn’t. Satoru groaned  loudly into his pillow when he first received the notice, and reached for his phone on his nightstand to text you about it. 

“We can be each other’s partners.” “I’m sure it won’t take too long.”

He stared at the screen for too long after that. The thought of dancing with you made heat rise to his cheeks. 

“...Satoru? Are you still there?” 

-

On the day of the actual event, he finds himself looking forward to dancing. He has to stop himself from straight up dragging you towards the centre of the room as the music began.

Have you ever seen a rose bloom? Watched the way the petals slowly unfolded? 

Satoru has.

Because that’s what Satoru Gojo saw in front of him when you were dancing together. The vibrance of the petals paled in comparison to your smile, and suddenly, he felt as if he were the thorns that pricked anyone who dared to touch them, for he never wanted this moment to end. His mind flashed back to one of the texts you sent as he got drunk off the sweet scent of your perfume. 

“I’m sure it won’t take too long.” 

No. He hopes the song is a hundred, a million times longer than it is. He never wants this to end. He doesn’t wish for this to become a memory, for he wishes to live in it forever. 

He can see the flames dancing in your eyes, and he feels liquid with the way your bodies move together.

Each step you took was lighter than any falling feather, and in his mind he thinks that maybe he’d have to describe you as a free bird. And he thinks about it, over and over, all the way until the final note of the piece. 

By that time, you’re everything. You’re a rose, you’re a dove… From what he sees through his cerulean eyes, you’re the sun that lights up the sky, yet at the same time the moon that grants dreams through slumber. You’re the waves of the ocean, and you’re the calmness that resides in the deep sea. 

You are his everything.

-

“Satoru?” you walk up to him on the balcony, where he seems to be lost in thought. “It’s getting late. We should go to b– Satoru!” you yelped when he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him. 

You know exactly what he’s thinking about, and you can’t help but smile and sigh. 

“May I have this dance?”

by user @ aireia, do not plagiarize and/or translate.

[dorabledewdroop]

FIRST TIME SMUT OKAY IM SORRY

18+ only pls if you’re younger avoid this?

Warning: Smut but also it’s really badly written I’m so sorry

Summary: a little misunderstanding Tony’s new AI leads to a pretty pleasant conclusion.

It’s not really dubcon because everyone has feelings for each other but they act on it before talking about it?

I wrote this in an hour and it’s my first time writing smut I’m sorry it’s not that great but I’m trying my hand let’s see.

X—X—X—X—X

“I think it would be better if we tell her now” Natasha told Wanda. The both of them sitting in the kitchen while Wanda made breakfast for the team.

“What if she’s too scared? What if she says no? What will we do then? I don’t think I can handle that rejection, Nat” Wanda replied to her girlfriend, not looking her in the eye.

“You know that’s not going to happen, malyshka” Nat assured her.

It was no secret that you were hopelessly in love with the witch and the ex-assassin. Everyone knew about it. You weren’t exactly subtle when it came to it. Always avoiding to spar with both of them, flushing red anytime somebody even remotely teased you about it. Not to mention the fact that Wanda could always hear your thoughts about the two of them, never failing to blush at just how utterly smitten you were. It was getting ridiculous, why wouldn’t you just tell them? Could you really not see how they were flirting with you? Did you think that they would let just anyone cuddle with them during movie night? How about the fact that in the event of a nightmare, both of them would leave their shared room and ask to lay down besides you. Was that not clear enough? Could you-

Ms. Maximoff. Ms. Romanoff. Ms.Y/L/N appears to be in distress and calling for the two of you. Tony’s new beta AI ‘Wednesday’ interrupted the conversation.

Her vitals indicate increased heart rate and raised body temperature. She also seems to be repeating your names.

Sharing a concerned look they both rushed to your room

They were about to knock when they heard a loud ‘FUCK’

Not waiting, they barged into your room without knocking.

You yelped as the two of them entered. They noticed you were trembling, face flushed, and practically hyperventilating.

“W-what are you d-doing here?” You stammered, wide eyes darting between the two of them. “Detka, Wednesday told us that you weren’t doing well and that you were calling for us” Natasha said as she sat down beside you, causing a whimper to come out of your mouth. She noticed how your knuckles were white as you gripped the bed sheets. She was about to put her hand against your forehead when she glanced at your unlocked phone beside you. As soon as she saw the app that was open, she realised where the slight buzzing was coming from and put two and two together. Hiding her smirk she glanced at Wanda, and pointedly looked at your phone. Wanda’s eyes widened when she realised what was going on and grinned. Wanda slowly made her way towards your other side.

“I’m- shit- I’m fine” You muttered weakly. Closing your eyes, trying so so hard not to combust on the spot.

Without you realising, Wanda had taken your phone and increased the vibration setting to the second highest.

“Holy fuck.” You eyes widened as your chest started heaving, gripping the bedsheets even more.

“What’s wrong kotenok?” Wanda asked with faux concern. Running her finger up and down the side of your arm.

“Nothing. Just.. p-please leave. I’d like to be alone right now” You said, not looking at either of them in the eye. Trying so hard not to come right there. The vibrator inside you not doing you any favours. Why the ever-loving fuck did you not lock the door. You were going to kill Tony and his stupid AI.

“Are you sure you want us to leave, malyshka?” Natasha asked sweetly, looking at you as if she was going to eat you up-

Nope. Nope. You can’t think like that. You weren’t going to last and thinking like that definitely wasn’t going to help things.

“Holy fucking shit” You exclaimed, as the vibration jumped even higher. (Thanks to wanda. Not that you knew anyway)

“You know..” Wanda started

“If we did leave right now.. there’s something that we wouldn’t be able to tell you” Natasha continued.

Trying hard to control your breathing but failing. You were so close. You looked up at them in question.

They both leaned right next to either side of your head, their warm breath tickled against your neck.

“This is what we wanted to tell you” Wanda whispered

Natasha looked at her smirking and bit your neck.

“Come for us, baby” Wanda stated right next to your ear.

That’s it. That’s all it took. With a scream, you came. Your back arching, waves of pleasure leaving you writhing on the bed as they both helped keep you still. You just kept on coming, screaming their names until your voice gave out.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for us” Natasha praised against your ear, earning a loud moan. The vibration just didn’t stop, and soon enough, you were coming again. This time however, the vibration stopped.

You felt like you were about to pass out until you realised where you were and whom you were with.

Your eyes shot open as you began to apologise when you saw their hungry looks. Your words died in your throat. That’s when you saw your phone in Wanda’s hand.

“You- you di-“ you started weakly

Wanda shushed you.

“Just enjoy this sweetheart.” She said as she stroked your forehead.

“You’re not upset?” You asked feeling vulnerable.

“No, baby, we’re not upset. We were deciding to how to tell you that we feel the same way when Wednesday told us you were calling for us.” Natasha said

You blushed, turning your head into the pillow and groaning in embarrassment before you turned your head in shock at the two of them.

“Wait. You like me?” You asked, hopeful

“No baby” Wanda said chuckling.

Natasha slapped her arm when she saw your hurt look and hurriedly continued. “What she means is that we don’t like you, we love you”

Your lower lip trembled as you looked at them.

“I love you so much too” you whispered, each hand caressing their cheeks. Your heart melted when they both simultaneously nuzzled into your palms.

Unable to hold herself anymore, Wanda practically fell on you as she enveloped you in a hug, only pulling back when you let out a loud squeak. She looked at you in concern.

Your face burned as you explained “It’s.. um.. it’s still inside me”

Both of them looked at each other and laughed, much to your embarrassment.

“Guess we’ll have to do something about that” She replied with a smirk, slowly leaning towards your face.

You were going to kill Tony. Maybe just hug him too.

X—X—X—X—X

I’m not a writer and definitely haven’t done this before. Pls tell me if you liked it and all thank you for reading.

[vaguesxrrow]

can u plsss write one about charles with an american reader? like the inspo is the olivia rodrigo song so american lol. like maybe him making fun of her accent and her doing the and back and like the differences between the two cultures?

ACTUALLY INSANEEE bc right before seeing this i was singing that song in my head (i dont listen to olivia but i probably should tbh). alsoo i wasn't sure if you wanted a fic or hcs, so i kind of made a 2 in 1. hope you dont mind! xx

a/n: im not american nor british and ive never been to the usa or the uk... so excuse any inaccuracies pleaseee

tags: g!n reader, american!reader, alive!reader

you shivered and exhaled sharply, your breath misting out in front of you. the moment you stepped outside, you knew you should have piled on more layers, but edwin had been eager in whisking everyone out the door to carry out an investigation for your current case.

you burrowed closer to charles. obviously, he couldn't provide any real body heat, but being near him was a boost in morale to keep going despite the temperature.

"alright?" he asked, putting an arm across your shoulders.

"i should've put on more layers," you grumbled.

charles laughed as he kissed the top of your head. "you can have my jacket."

shaking your head, you declined. "it's fine, it's not that cold. and besides, i wouldn't want to strip you of your british glory and your british coat."

charles snorted. "so it's my british glory, now? who was the one making fun of my accent literally just yesterday?"

"litch-rally," you parroted, grinning. "why is it that all your t's turn into ch's?"

"hey, you're one to talk - what is it you were ordering at the restaurant yesterday? a glass of wa-der, was it?"

"bite me, charles."

he raised his jacket up and engulfed you with it in a bear hug. you shrieked with laughter and wriggled in his hold, but didn't protest when he demanded you hold your arms out so he could put the jacket on you.

"what are you, a soccer player? i thought i was your [boy/girlfriend/partner], not your competition," you teased.

"soccer?" he mocked, outraged. "soccer? it's football, mate."

"mate?" you scoffed incredulously, although you were smiling. "way to friendzone me after months of dating."

"oh, come on, you know you could never get rid of me." charles pulled you in again, this time by your hand. "and for the record, you look cute wearing my clothes."

a few beats of silence, in which you two looked at each other with similar expressions of fondness and exasperation.

"yeah, okay, now get away from me, you victorian fossil." you shoved him playfully, and sprinted away to catch up with the other three. niko waved you over, giggling at charles, who was jogging to keep up.

"victorian fossil? i grew up in the 80s!" he exclaimed. "you know this!"

⌦ ---

- you do know very well that charles grew up in the 80s - you frequently ask him what it was like back then, because naturally, you'd take an interest in your boyfriend's life

- however, charles loves how you're genuinely interested, and get how watching times change can feel a bit lonely for him sometimes

- you're a great listener when it comes to this (which you think you should be greatly accredited for; charles' good looks can be very distracting at times)

- imagine: you and charles in your room as he looks around, inspecting the decor you have on display as he rambles about life in the 80s

- he tells you about a huge movie premiere he went to:

- charles: "get this, right - a ridiculously long line outside the movie theatre. the weather is absolutely miserable, and so are the people. no one's talking at all. i think everyone was just hungry - i saw this lady have tea delivered.

- you: 'i keep forgetting you have stuff like tea times. and did everyone really have the patience to wait for that long, in silence?'

- charles, with a fake american accent: yeah, dude. in silence.

- you throw a pillow at him.

- you also like telling hilariously bad jokes relating to his accent

- you: psst. charles.

- he turns towards you, already expecting another jab at his british-ness

- you: what day do british people eat the most?

- charles, in a deadpan: what day.

- you: chewsday, innit-

- he yells 'NOPE' and walks through the wall, leaving you to wheeze-laugh on your own

[vintageshanny]

For the First Time

Content: 18+ This is a one-shot about Elvis losing his virginity. I do not claim to be an expert on the details of this. I have heard different rumors, and this is, to me, one possibility of how things might have happened. There is smut in this, but I’m more focused on how he might have been feeling at this time. As always, my tender little heart bleeds with love for him and everything he went through in his life. I would very much appreciate any feedback. ❤️

Thank you @lookingforrainbows for talking me through ideas on this and letting me know it didn’t sound ridiculous. You are a beautiful soul. ❤️ 😘

Fall 1954

Elvis ran his fingers over the outline of the condom package that Scotty had slipped into his pocket at the beginning of the tour. “I know ya got a girl, EP, but put it in your wallet man, just in case. Ya don’t wanna come back with more people than ya left with,” he’d added with a wink. Somehow rubbing his fingers over the rough edges calmed Elvis’ ragged nerves a little bit.

His mind drifted to Dixie and the promises they’d made to each other. To wait. To wait until they were married to consummate their relationship. Sure, they were affectionate with each other, always hugging and kissing, but whenever Elvis tried to sneak his hand up under her skirt or unbutton a couple buttons on her dress, she’d firmly push him away and say, “That’s for our wedding night, silly.” Sometimes when they were kissing, she’d let him grind against her through their clothes, and he’d get so worked up that he needed to make an excuse to go to the bathroom so he could relieve the amount of passion coursing through his entire body.

The promise to wait had seemed so much easier six months ago when they talked about it. Now, it was damn near impossible. He saw the way these girls looked at him after the shows. He was dying to know what it felt like to explore every part of a woman. He thought maybe if he just got this out of his system, the waiting with Dixie wouldn’t be so hard. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he was a man after all, and she didn’t need to know about this. He could experience this on the road and be good for her at home. He just needed to find a way to make sure everyone was happy and taken care of, like he’d always tried to do.

Dropping the condom onto the rumpled bedspread, he rose from the edge of the bed and started pacing the hotel room, the voices floating up from the courtyard below making his heart thud in his chest.

“Maria! You came!” Scotty’s reedy voice rang out.

“That’s the idea,” Bill added, only slightly under his breath.

“You should head right up! Elvis should be waitin’ for ya. He’s been waitin’ a looong time.”

Elvis cringed at Scotty’s words as he looked out the window and saw the two of them clink beer bottles and laugh.

Maria paused and turned to look at them, one eyebrow raised in suspicion. “What’s that supposed ta mean?”

Elvis held his breath, willing Scotty not to divulge too much. He’d never come right out and told the guys he was a virgin, but he saw the way they nudged each other and smirked whenever he was talking to a girl after the show. He slowly exhaled as Scotty responded.

“Aw nothin’, honey, I just hope you two have fun on your date.”

Maria rolled her eyes and headed for the stairs, carefully ascending them in her white kitten heels. She took a deep breath, smoothed out her pale yellow sundress, and tried to brace herself for what was on the other side of that door. She had been with a handful of other men, but this was a bona fide star. He probably invited a different girl up every night. Maybe that’s what the other guys had been joking about. She hoped she would live up to his expectations, especially after her bold proclamation earlier. The conversation replayed in her head as she lifted her hand to knock on the door.

“Hey baby, I could see ya dancin’ from up on that stage. Looks like ya really enjoyed the show.”

“I sure did. Maybe I can return the favor with a show of my own.” A sense of satisfaction had consumed her when he unexpectedly blushed at her advances.

Maria’s mind snapped back to the present as Elvis flung open the door. He was wearing black dress pants with a pink jacket open to the naval. As he rested one hand slightly below his hip, she took note of his long slender fingers, nails chewed down to the nub, and the fuzzy little trail of hair leading down from his belly button. Up close, and in the fluorescent lighting of the hotel, she could see he had a pimple on his chin and another close to his collarbone. The entire scene was absolutely intoxicating.

“Maria, I was startin’ ta think ya were gonna stand me up, baby.” Elvis flashed a crooked little grin and stepped aside to let her in the room. He quickly kicked a stray sock under the bed where he’d hidden the rest of his dirty clothes. After sniffing each pair of socks, he had decided it was best to just stay barefoot after his shower. His toes scrunched up at the feel of the rough carpet under his feet.

“No, of course not,” Maria giggled nervously. “I suppose I just took too long tryin’ ta look nice for ya.”

“Well ya sure do look nice, honey,” Elvis whispered lowly as he closed the door and grabbed her by the waist, feeling the soft flesh of her hips. He leaned in and smushed his lips into hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth when she let out a little gasp.

“Wow, you don’t waste no time gettin’ to the action, hmm?” she laughed a little bit when he finally pulled back for some air, his eyes closed. His hands had moved up a little bit, his thumb gently rubbing at the side of her breast.

“I-I-I thought that’s what ya wanted, baby,” Elvis stammered out, trying to read her expression. “If you’d rather just sit and talk, that’s okay.” He led her over toward the bed, and they both spotted the condom at the same moment. Elvis’ face turned bright red as he snatched it up. “Oh, I-I-I’m sorry baby, I d-d-didn’t mean ta leave that there like that. We really ain’t gotta do nothin’, I-I-I mean-”

Maria just laughed and pushed him gently backward until he was sitting on the bed. “It’s okay, Elvis.” She unbuttoned his jacket the rest of the way and slipped it off his shoulders. “I always make good on my promises.”

Elvis stared in awe as she reached behind herself and unzipped the yellow dress, letting it fall to the ground, revealing a silky pink bra and panties. Elvis gulped nervously as he stared at her body. The material was so thin and sheer, he could see the outline of her nipples and the little mound of hair down below. He stifled a groan as he could feel his cock growing hard, straining against the briefs that he now wished he’d forgone.

“You’re really gonna make me put on a show for ya, huh?” Maria teased as Elvis just sat there studying her. “I thought ya might join in.” She reached back and unclasped her bra, her perky breasts now on full display for him.

“I-I-I’m sorry honey, ya jus’ got me a little speechless here. I’ll join in,” Elvis murmured as he pulled her closer to him. He tentatively leaned in and took one of her nipples in his mouth, caressing it with his warm tongue.

“Mmm, that’s more like it,” she whispered. “You can touch me anywhere, Elvis.” As she grabbed his hand to guide it toward her panties, she realized he was literally shaking with nerves. “Elvis? Are ya okay?” As she looked at him with concern, the meaning of Scotty’s “He’s been waitin’ a long time” suddenly hit her. “Are you, I mean, is this your, um, first time?” she asked softly.

“Wh-wh-what?” Elvis exclaimed, jerking his trembling hand away. “N-n-no baby, I-I-I’ve been with plenty of girls. I-I-I jus’, um, I mean, n-n-none as beautiful as you, that’s all,” he stammered out, trying to distract her with a compliment.

Maria wanted to tell him it was okay, that she was flattered, that he didn’t need to be nervous, but she decided it was best to just drop it and help him relax. She smiled and nodded. “You’re sweet, Elvis. I wanna see if ya taste sweet too.” She dropped down to her knees and unbuttoned his pants.

“Wh-wh-what are ya doin’ honey? Ya ain’t gotta do all that.” Elvis heard the words come out of his mouth, but somehow his body’s desire betrayed him by lifting slightly off the bed so Maria could pull off his pants. His heart raced anxiously as she reached inside of his briefs. He knew from being in the locker rooms back in school that not everyone had a sheath of foreskin covering their dick, and he hoped she wouldn’t mock him the way some of his classmates had.

Maria could feel her panties getting wetter by the second as she wrapped her hand around something thick and warm inside Elvis’ briefs. “We should just get these outta the way,” she murmured, pulling them down his legs and watching as he sprang free from the confinement. Her eyes widened with surprise when she realized he was not…well, not like the other guys she’d been with. There was something extra wrapped around him. She liked the way it felt as she pumped it with her hand.

Elvis squinched his eyes shut, too afraid he’d see a look of disgust before she jumped up and ran off. Instead, he felt something warm and wet wrap around his hard dick. He opened his eyes to see Maria taking him deep in her mouth, and the moan he let out made him kick himself for not closing the window tight. The whole hotel must know what’s going on in here. Her tongue traced its way around his shaft before taking special care of his sensitive tip. Elvis thought he might explode right on the spot as she sucked on him.

“You do taste good y’know,” Maria said with a little wink as she pulled off him and stood up again. She slid her dampened panties down and stepped out of them, so they were both totally naked. “Do you wanna check if I’m ready for ya?” Elvis nodded and this time let her guide his hand between her legs.

“Baby, it’s so wet down there,” he murmured as Maria started moaning. He found her entrance and slipped a finger inside of her, moving it in a way that felt natural. She felt so soft and silky, he thought he could just play with her pussy for hours. But Maria wanted more than a finger.

“You should slide right in then,” she whispered as she moved his hand and laid down on the bed next to him. He grabbed the condom again and opened it, rolling it onto himself, hoping Maria couldn’t tell he’d never done this before. Maria smiled at the awkward way he put on the condom, and noticed that she could feel him trembling again. “I want it so bad, Elvis,” she reassured him, pulling him on top of her.

“Me too, baby, me too.” Elvis reached down and guided his dick toward her slick opening. Once he’d gently pushed in a couple inches, he thrusted in the rest of the way, her wet pussy consuming his entire length. “Oh, goddamn,” he moaned out, unprepared for the feeling of something so tight and wet wrapped around him, clenching at him. He tried to take it slow, tried to make it last, but the pleasure was overpowering. He thrust a few times before his orgasm completely took over, leaving him panting on top of Maria, his sweaty hair dripping down onto her forehead.

“Oh wow, baby, you are amazing.” Elvis slowly pulled out and rolled to his side. He carefully peeled off the condom and tossed it into the trash can by the bed. “I-I-I’m sorry, I usually l-l-last longer, I jus’, uh, got so excited,” he tried to explain, his face turning red from the lies and the exertion.

Maria just smiled and patted his chest. “That’s okay, I thought your excitement was very sweet.” She hesitated, then added, “Do ya think you could, um, help me get there though? Your fingers felt magical inside me,” she admitted with a blush.

“Really?” Elvis perked up at the compliment. “I mean, of course baby.” He reached over between her legs and started playing with her pussy again, taking mental note of what seemed to work the best. She moaned deeply when he put a finger inside her, but he noticed that her toes curled up and she could barely even function when he rubbed at her little button. I wonder what both at once would do. He kneeled next to her and put two fingers from one hand inside of her while his thumb on the other hand worked that little nub.

“Oh, God!” she cried out in ecstasy, her legs shaking, her arousal leaking out onto his fingers. “Oh Elvis, I c-c-can’t take it,” she moaned, begging him to stop. Elvis removed his fingers and smiled, very pleased with his ability as he leaned down to kiss her soft lips.

“Was that magical enough?” he whispered in her ear.

“Pure magic.” Maria pulled him in for another passionate kiss.

“C-c-can I ask ya somethin’, honey?” Elvis gently stroked Maria’s arm with his fingertips. “After talkin’ to ya, ya seem like such a nice sweet girl. Wh-wh-why did ya do this with me?”

Maria tried to sort out the thoughts in her head, wondering how much she should share. “You seem like a nice sweet guy. Why did you do it?” she finally asked.

“W-w-well, that’s different, I mean, I…I wanted ta feel good I guess,” Elvis stumbled over his explanation, unable to really articulate what he was feeling at that exact moment.

“So did I,” Maria responded. “Elvis, I’ve been through some really bad experiences. I suppose at heart I’m just lonely and this is a way to feel close to someone, to feel connected and cared for, even if just for a little while. Ya know what I mean?”

Elvis swallowed a lump in his throat. It was like she had put his exact thoughts into words. “I know exactly what ya mean, honey. Does it work? Ta make ya feel close ta someone, I mean?”

Maria let out a little sigh. “Sometimes. Sometimes not so much. But we all just try the best we can, I suppose.”

Elvis nodded as Maria stood up to get dressed. “I should get home. My mama will worry and wonder where I’ve been.”

“What will you tell her?” Elvis asked as he pulled his clothes back on.

“That I was having a deep conversation with a friend,” Maria laughed. “Y’know, not really a lie, but not the whole truth. Not everyone needs ta know everything.”

“Will I, uh, will I see ya again at another show?”

Maria smiled and hugged him tight. “Maybe. But maybe we were just the connection the other needed in this moment.”

Maria paused at the door and looked back. “Elvis?”

“Yeah, honey?” Elvis’ mind was a muddle of confused emotions right now.

“You are very sweet and very special. Never let anyone make ya feel like that ain’t enough.” That crooked little smile would be burned into her mind forever.

Twenty minutes later, Elvis descended the steps to the courtyard, wondering what the guys were up to. Scotty and Bill were playing cards when they saw him approaching and started a round of applause. “There he is!” Scotty yelled out. “I told ya that condom would come in handy.”

“Aw quit it,” Elvis snapped, but he couldn’t deny feeling a tiny surge of pride at being considered “one of the guys” for the first time in his life. He couldn’t see it now, but over the years ahead, he’d sacrifice so much for the desire to fit in, to connect with people, to wish they could understand him. What he’d give for just one person to really understand what he was going through. To understand his heart.

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Goodbye to Forever | S.MG

「prompt」 : it ends here 「pairing」 : mingi x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.7k

「synopsis」 : you and mingi had been together for years, but even in the beginning, you both were unsure that it wouldn’t last forever like you wanted, and as if the universe was playing a cruel joke, it ended in the worst way possible.

「genre」 : angst, teensy tiny bit of fluff

「warnings」 : car accident, mentions of blood, amnesia, crying, like one kiss, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : and with that, folks, angstober has finally come to an end! thank you all so much for joining me on the road of heartbreak and misery; it's been fun! I hope that you all enjoyed the fics (even if some were absolutely heart-shattering), and I can't wait to get back on my normal agenda!!

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You and Mingi had been together for what felt like a lifetime. You were high school sweethearts, and your love didn’t stop there. You had even managed to go to the same university. It was like nothing in the world could stop your love for each other. Everyone called your romance the type that you only see on the TV screen. Even the two of you believed it, but there was always that nagging voice in the back of your head.

‘Don’t get too comfortable; it's only a matter of time before everything falls apart.’

Those were the words that your mom had told you countless times while you and Mingi were together. In the beginning, you always took her words to heart, thinking that it truly wouldn’t last that long, but as the months carried on, you started to take her words with a grain of salt.

Your mother was your relationship's biggest enemy. She never thought that you would be happy. It wasn’t until you were older that you finally realized that it was because she just never wanted to see you happy. In her words, she thought that since she couldn’t have the life she wanted, she wasn’t going to let you have yours.

It instilled fear into you that she would do something to sabotage your relationship, and there was a point in time when you thought about leaving Mingi just for his own well-being. However, that didn’t happen. Instead, you started to open up to him about it, resulting in him saying that you should just cut your mom out of your life. You were hesitant in the beginning because your mom had raised you on her own, but you didn’t think that you could handle any more of her toxicity. So you cut her off, and you thought that would be the end of that chapter.

Until it wasn’t.

You and Mingi had just graduated from university and were on your way home from having dinner with his family. The car was filled with soft music and the sounds of you and him chatting and laughing at whatever ridiculous thing that he had said. He had one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested comfortably on your thigh.

“So, what were your thoughts on the house that your brother was showing us?” you asked Mingi, leaning slightly over the center console. His brother had shown the two of you a house that he had just listed. He thought the two of you would love it, so he offered it as a graduation gift.

Pulling to a stop at a red light, Mingi turned his head to look over at you, a smile pulling on his lips. He squeezed your thigh gently as he opened his mouth to answer you, his eyes sparkling under the city lights.

“I think it’ll be perfect for us. You always talked about wanting a big place for our family.” His words made your face warm, and you turned your head in embarrassment. However, Mingi caught your chin with his fingers and turned your face to look back at him. He leaned down and kissed you, and your eyes fluttered closed for a minute, relishing in his touch until you saw the light change out of the corner of your eye.

“Mingi, the lights green.” You pulled away, allowing him to sit back in his seat and start to drive off, a silly smile on his lips.

His hand fell back down to your thigh as you laid yours over it, grabbing your phone from your purse that was lying on the floorboard. Sitting back up, you noticed lights from the corner of your eye, causing you to look over.

Your eyes grew wide, and you barely even got a moment to shout ‘Watch out’ before the car barreled right into yours. The world seemed to spin and your ears were ringing before everything went black.

Waking up, you lifted your head as a hiss of pain fell from your lips. Your hand went to your head as you looked around; that’s when you noticed all of the smoke around you. Panicked, you looked over to find Mingi slumped over the steering wheel, his forehead covered in blood that dripped down from the tip of his nose.

“Mingi!” Your voice was hoarse as you reached over for him, hoping that he was okay. You quickly moved your hand to his neck, checking for a pulse, and you almost cried out when you felt the faint thumps under your fingers. “Hold on, I’ll get you out.”

After a few failed attempts, you shakily unbuckled your seatbelt and shoved the car door open. Your legs felt like jelly underneath you as you walked, moving on unsteady feet to the other side of the car. The smoke seemed to have grown before you saw the small spark, and your heart started to beat rapidly.

Fire only meant one thing, and it wasn’t good.

Fueled by panic and desperation, you quickly opened the driver's side door and unlatched Mingi’s seat belt before tugging him from the car. His weight made you stumble as you tried your best to stay on your own feet, but once you were far enough away from the car, you crumbled to the ground with him still in your arms.

A sudden wave of heat washed over you as the car erupted into flames and you could only watch as it burned. Then you felt the world start to fade away as you laid your head back down on the cold ground before it all went black.

–

Opening your eyes once more, you were met with a blinding light, causing you to groan as your hand came up to shield them. Sitting up slowly, you looked around the room, noticing that you were in a hospital room. Confused, you tried to recall what had happened, but it was fuzzy.

Just then, the door burst open, nearly causing you to jump out of your skin. Looking over with wide eyes, you find Mingi’s parents with panicked looks on their faces, which only confuses you more.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay!” Mingi’s mother exclaimed as she rushed over to your side, checking you over as you looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "When we got the call about the wreck, we thought the worst.”

That’s when everything came barreling back. You had been in a wreck. Then you remembered how badly injured Mingi was, causing your heart to drop. You jumped up from the bed, grabbing onto Mingi’s mother, looking at her with panic-stricken eyes.

“Mingi. Where is he? Is he okay?” Questions started to fly frantically from your lips and his mother quickly held onto you so you wouldn’t fall over as she reassured you that he was fine, but you needed to see him with your own eyes to make sure.

“You can go see him after you’ve been checked over, Miss l/n.” A doctor then walks into the room, causing your head to snap in their direction. You were about to protest, but Mingi’s mother pushed you back down onto the bed with a stern gaze. You can only sigh before allowing the doctor to do a check-up.

Once he was finished, he stood back up from the stool and gave you another once over, “Besides a minor concussion and a few deep cuts and bruises, you’re fine.”

“Can I go see Mingi?” You asked in a rushed tone, and the doctor nodded as he fixed his glasses.

“Yes, but the cops will be back again for your statement.” He informed you, and you just nodded, watching him walk out of the room.

Mingi’s mother helped you into more comfortable clothing and a pair of slippers before walking you down the hall towards Mingi’s room. Neither of them said a word which only made you feel more uneasy, like something was horribly wrong.

Right as you got to the door, his mother stopped you, and you looked over at her, eyebrows scrunched together. The pitiful gleam in her eyes made a large lump form in your throat. What was going on?

“Before we go in, there’s something you should know.” His mother started, and your heart began to beat erratically under your ribs, fear etching itself into your brain. “The doctor said that with the damage to his brain, he could suffer from amnesia.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at her trying to process what she had just said. Thoughts of him forgetting anything made you feel sick to your stomach, but there was no way he would forget anything that important, right?

Nodding, you didn’t say a word as you walked into the room, finding the doctor checking Mingi over. Tears pooled in your eyes as you took in his bandaged-covered body, guilt pricking into your soul the longer you looked.

Noticing that you were standing there, the doctor turned and offered you a warm smile. "It's a good thing you got the both of you out of the car when you did; otherwise, this would have ended in tragedy.” She told you, and all you could do was nod, your eyes never leaving Mingi’s form.

The doctor offered a farewell before walking out of the room, leaving you with Mingi and his parents. You stepped forward, catching Mingi’s attention. He looked up at you, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. You offered him a smile before opening your mouth to speak to him, but he was quicker.

“Who are you?” His voice was nothing short of confused as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as if he were trying to make out if he knew you or not.

You felt your heart shatter at his words, tears falling from your eyes as you took in the confused look on his face. The world around you seemed to crumble and your ears were ringing so loud that you thought you might go deaf. Overwhelmed by everything, you excused yourself before quickly rushing out to the hall, where you finally broke down into tears.

Leaning against the wall for support, you started wondering why this had all happened and praying that it was all just temporary and that Mingi would get his memory back soon. But that same little nagging voice in the back of your head told you that this was the end.

The end of everything you had longed for.

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THRILLER !

( yang jungwon x reader x lee heeseung )

IN WHICH: y/n and niki host a halloween party at the nishimura residence, they invite absolutely everyone, what could possibly go wrong on this night of terror?

BTW: grab some candy and get comfortable cause it’s a bit long mayb, also, you get to chose ur ending! everyone say thank you 2 me, some halloween stuff b4 halloween, mwuah.

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‘twas the night before november, and in forgotten neighborhoods, children roamed in search of candy while ghouls lurked to scare the unsuspecting. amidst the revelry, one house stood adorned from roof to lawn, eagerly awaiting its terrifying guests. but before the night could unfold, a soul-wrenching scream echoed through its halls.

“y/n! where's my face paint?!” a voice called frantically from the room upstairs, footsteps echoing through the wooden floor.

you were busy putting the finishing touches on the first floor, transforming the cozy atmosphere into a halloween haven. spiderwebs hung from every corner, balloons floated ominously, and eerie lights flickered, casting shadows that danced across the walls.

it was a common occurrence that every year, you’d throw a halloween party, and people liked your style so much, that they’d invite students from other schools. to be honest, you probably expected like 100 people or more tonight, having out some restrictions. no friends of a friend allowed. the chaos had to be slightly manageable compared to last year, where jungwon made the huge mistake of inviting everyone and their mothers.

“y/n!” niki called from the staircase, leaning over the railing. you turned to him, raising an eyebrow, which made his eyes widen in response. “my face paint?” he exclaimed.

“it’s probably in konon’s room, don’t trash it,” you started, and saw him instantly vanish back to searching for it. your sister had gone out to a friend’s house, since she couldn’t deal with all the noise of your annual celebration, but for some reason, niki loves being around every year for this.

he had this thing of following you around in school since primary school and becoming friends with your friends, that’s how he ended up meeting everyone. they instantly took a liking to him, commenting on how you two siblings complimented each other’s personalities. he was the impatient fake nonchalant while you were more controlling, a social butterfly.

speaking of your friends, they were supposed to help you organize the food and drinks. just as you thought of them, the doorbell rang, as if someone had been reading your mind.

“i got it!” you exclaimed for no reason at all, since niki barely ever did the favor of opening the house door for anyone, even when inviting his own friends over.

you tiptoed carefully through the decorations and balloons, trying not to pop any, as you made your way to the white front door. through the tinted glass, you could already make out the silhouette of someone waiting outside.

swinging the door open, you were met with something you didn’t expect.

“excuse me,” you blinked, your gaze scanning the person’s costume. he wore comically round glasses, a long purple nightgown, and a whimsical sleeping hat that made you confused at his entire attire.

“jake, what- you are not stepping inside my house looking like that,” you said, pressing your lips together to suppress a laugh. for some reason, jake always showed up in the most ridiculous costumes, and this year was no exception, he truly outdid himself.

“why not?” he pouted, looking down at his costume. “i’m the granny from little red riding hood! it’s a cool costume,” he insisted, crossing his arms defiantly.

“show yourself out of my house because there’s no way i’m letting you show up like that in front of people,” you laughed, though you couldn’t help but let him in. he skipped inside, navigating his long nightgown with a bit of trouble, his grin widening as he entered.

“so, where’s my bro niki?” jake spoke, leaving his backback by a couch, and starting to unpack some alcoholic drinks for the night, being careful not to break any bottles.

you made your way over to him, sitting down on the armchair, “your ‘bro’ is currently upstairs, not ready like always, and probably trashing konon’s room,” you rolled your eyes, looking around the place proudly.

as if on cue, niki descended the stairs in his finished halloween costume, a red torn up leather jacket and pants, face painted boldly green. “no, i was not,” he refuted, shooting jake an incredulous look.

you and jake exchanged glances as niki tilted his head in confusion. the two of them stared at each other for a moment, both trying to decipher the other's costume.

“what are you supposed to be?” jake asked your brother, who was almost shocked at the question. “i am michael jackson, in the thriller music video, when he turned into a zombie,” niki pointed to his zombie-painted face, “i can see you took inspo from our grandma right?” he snickered.

jake threw you a look, as if to say, “did you hear what this kid just told me?” you shrugged it off, grabbing the bottles he left on the couch and making your way to the table to organize them. as you set everything up, you could hear niki and jake bantering about their costumes, trying to decide which one was more original.

but their small fight ended shortly, their words replaced by insults towards enemy characters on a big screen, as they ended up in the place where they always did every hang out. at the tv room playing videogames.

as you sorted the drinks, the doorbell rang again. youu glanced at jake and niki, who seemed way to immersed by the screen, before you made your way to the door.

you opened it, and standing there was a figure dressed in a sharp, elegant costume, complete with a cape and a striking white mask covering only half of his face, his silhouette was unmistakable.

“park sunghoon, where in the world did you even get this costume?” you raised your brows, letting him inside, as he carried all his belongings too, buckets in the shape of pumpkins, full of candy.

“that’s for me to know,” he turned to you, as you closed the door, “how are you, and why are you not dressed up yet?” he furrowed his brows, looking down at your clothes.

“once you all get here i will go upstairs to get ready,” you took the liberty of taking the stuff from him, to place it on the table, while he followed.

“did anyone else already arrive?” sunghoon asked, taking his mask off, to reveal his porcelain shiny skin.

“uh, just jake, he’s with niki at the tv room playing videogames- i don’t even know, i still need to do a lot of things here…” you sighed, crossing your arms, “you can go with them if you want, i’ll stay here.”

“no,” sunghoon shook his head, “i’ll help you, just tell me what i need to do,” he said.

you looked at him, before your eyes fixed on the glass panel that led to the backyard, “there’s some big decorations outside i need to fix preferably before the next hour, just in case someone gets here early.” which would most probably be the case, since you got excited dms and calls from people in the morning.

“okay, i’ll take care of it,” he smiled down at you. before you could respond, the doorbell rang again, causing you to slump in exasperation. “you better get that,” sunghoon said, gently turning you around and nudging you toward the door as he headed off in the opposite direction.

you swung the door to find a trio of costumes that instantly caught your eye. one of them stood confidently in a sleek, tailored suit, complete with a sharp tie and slicked-back hair, exuding an air of sophistication and charm, as fake blood coated his face and translucent rain coat.

next to him, another wore a vibrant rockstar ensemble, featuring a leather jacket adorned with studs, ripped jeans, and a inflatable guitar slung casually over his shoulder, his hair styled into wild, carefree spikes.

the last one, full of energy, was decked out in a color-less pierrot clown costume, complete with pointy hat, a frilly black collar, and a checkered outfit.

“you guys have to give me a roundup of your costumes, because less than thirty minutes ago, a grandma named jake walked through this same door,” you leaned against the doorframe, catching sunoo’s excited face. he always loved speaking about things that made him happy.

“so, i’m a clown, jay is a rockstar, and heeseung is…” sunoo looked at him up and down, before turning to you with pursed lips, not aproving of the costume, “he can tell you himself.”

jay snorted at sunoo’s words, as they both greeted you properly with a hug and walked past you with the last of the food and drinks.

you squinted at heeseung, who stood there like a deer in headlights, his expression a mix of anticipation and nervousness. truth be told, you often judged who could enter based on their outfits. offending costumes were strictly banned, while fun and original ones were encouraged, hence jake's over-the-top choices every year.

“so… ironically or unironically?” you asked with a playful smirk, tugging at heeseung’s red tie. he swallowed hard at your touch, his breath hitching slightly. you felt unbelievably close.

“just something i thought of, i didn’t see the movie,” he replied, shrugging with an attempt at nonchalance, but you could see the slight blush creeping up his cheeks. you leaned in a little closer, fingers still lingering on his tie, the space between you getting smaller.

“don’t even think about it,” you said softly, your tone teasing yet intimate. his eyes widened, and you could almost feel his heartbeat quicken, as if he were waiting for you to say something else. “watching the movie. you’re better off that way.”

you tugged gently on his red tie, pulling him inside the house. he stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but the surprise quickly morphed into a grin as you locked eyes. “careful there, bateman,” you teased. this was something on going between you both, endless teasing about everything and anything. heeseung didn’t quite know how he felt about only being ‘friendly’ teasing, but every time he had wanted to show you he felt different about it, something always got in the way of it, as if the universe was against him.

he soon joined sunghoon to help him decorate the outside of the house, while sunoo and rockstar jay focused of cleaning up some trash from the decorations packaging, not before r greeting jake, at laughing at his costume choice.

some minutes later, outside your door, a boy stood nervously, his hand lingering above the worn-out doorbell, before pulling back. he dusted off his halloween costume that he had worked so hard on making the night before, being sure nothing was out of place and it would be perfect for you.

his denim overall had a green striped textile folded into it, also one as a bandana around his neck, he had a straw hat on with fake berries hot glued on it, not forgetting his dog plushie, that he also stictched the green patterned fabric over his ears.

he ensured everything was perfect. with one last look at the door, he finally mustered the courage to press the doorbell, his heart racing as he waited for someone to answer.

after a brief pause of no one answering and a quick double-check of your house number, your voice finally cut through the silence. “i’ve got it, guys. no need to crowd the door,” you said with a hint of sarcasm, seeing as everyone was suddenly too busy to answer the door.

swinging it open, you blinked in surprise at the costume, taken completely aback. “jungwon, this is absolutely adorable, i’ve never seen a costume like this,” your eyes kept scanning him up and down, as you took in every small intricate detail of his handmade costume, and the little drawn freckles on his face. jungwon felt your eyes on him, making him stutter.

“really? you like it?” he asked, his voice a mix of hope and disbelief. he was dressed as a character from a kids show you and him both loved since you met back in primary school, huckleberry pie.

instead of answering right away, you stood on your toes and pulled him into a warm embrace. you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours. “yes, of course i do,” you whispered with a laugh, the warmth of your body melting away any lingering nerves he had.

he held you tightly for a few seconds, his hands on your waist, as if he never wanted to let go. you could feel his breath quicken slightly, and your heart raced in response. just then, someone called from inside the house, shattering the moment.

you reluctantly pulled back, looking up at him with a playful smile. “let’s go inside, pretty boy” you said, poking his soft cheek teasingly, making him pout, you sneakily slid your fingers into his, as you gently tugged him inside, trying to keep yourself from stealing glances back.

niki appeared out from the tv room, shouting profanities at the game characters and jake, as he followed, only leaning against the open door.

“hey, what’s going on?” you asked niki, who looked in joy from getting you to come over to agree with him.

“he just made me die!” your yonger brother pointed a blaming finger towards jake, who rolled his eyes.

you raised your brows, and gave him a deadpan, “and you both should be helping the rest at decorating, i need to go get dressed and i can’t watch over you guys like little kids,” you spoke. niki was about to protest, but you refuted, clicking your tongue, “nuh ah, go.” you made a swirl motion with your finger, pushing him away towards the backyard.

“and you,” jake froze at your voice, gulping and running away in the direction niki went in. the pair was always together ever since they met, you’d sometimes think niki loved jake more than you, but he was just the older brother he never had.

“what do you need me to do?” a sweet voice spoke next to you, tugging your hand as you turned to him. jungwon staring back at you with determinate eyes. he clearly blamed himself for arriving slightly late, as the party was starting in a few minutes, hence why he only wanted to make himself useful to you.

thats why you bit your lip, knowing there was nothing he could do, but you offered to let him help you get ready, and jungwon agreed.

so that’s how he found himself inside your room alone with you, a situation that had never happened before. he had exclusively only been in the past which the rest of your friends, but never by himself.

he was ever so fidgety, looking around the place and his hands tapping against your bed covers, where he sat on. you knew better than to address this, jungwon wasn't the best at voicing the things that were going on in his head, getting nervous every time someone mentioned anything remotely referring to his thoughts.

what you didn’t seem to realize was that he was simply nervous being around you now, more than ever. jungwon had wanted to be closer for a long time, so long that it felt almost unbearable. he just didn’t know how to express it. you overwhelmed him in the best way possible.

you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you finished your makeup, fluffing the bow behind your back. “okay so, how does this look?” you turned around in your little heels, facing jungwon with a big smile. he instantly looked up when you called him, his dark eyes sparkling when he saw you.

as you walked toward him, you spun in a playful twirl, revealing the entire outfit. the white strapless corseted dress hugged your figure perfectly, accented by frilly baby pink details and a large bow at the back. you paired it with cat ears and a fluffy white boa, radiating charm.

jungwon felt a sharp ache in his chest. he had to be mad, there was no way the prettiest girl he had ever seen was just standing before him, all to himself.

“it’s so perfect,” he murmured, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer until the space between you vanished. he looked up to meet your eyes with a shy smile, igniting a spark that crackled in the air. placing your hands on his shoulder, the same feeling of comfort washed over you, of staying like this forever. he made you feel so good about yourself that you wished you’d never organized something today. jungwon was more than enough to make you complete. if you could, you would throw everyone out and keep the moment this way, with only him.

“we gotta go join the others, won,” you whispered, out of breath, “they’re gonna ask what took us so long, i don’t want you to miss the party,” you pouted, making him let out a breathy laugh.

he shook his head and stood up, following close behind you towards the stairs, where you could already hear some music playing, resonating through the spider-web decorated walls.

as you skipped down, you were thankful for your friends that started the music and lights, but were unsure of how the ‘strangers being in your home’ situation would go with - the one and only - heeseung being at the front door, letting everyone who flashed him a smile inside the house.

sunghoon was outside, playing a game with grandma jake and jay at the ping pong table. he tossed a little ball toward a cup, cheering as it landed perfectly, earning applause from the others gathered around.

your lovely introverted brother was somehow standing on your mother’s special marble table, dancing like he was a machine, making you alert, not because he could fall, but because your mother would kill you if he broke the table.

walking through all the people that crowded around him, you pulled him down by his arm, the group booeing at your actions.

“what are you doing?!” niki exclaimed, his voice barely audible between the noise and music. you slapped his arm, pointing at the table, “don’t fuck around, that doesn’t belong here. if i see anything that’s not in its place-”

he interrupted you, nodding his head, “yeah, yeah, alright, see ya’!” he hugged you quickly as if to try to make you happy once again, but then disappeared back into the crowd. in the mess of greeting people and sliding through the tight spaces, you managed to lose every single one of your friends, also your brother.

“this can’t be happening,” you sighed, being pushed around by people in your own house. it was unbelievably crowded, so much that you could barely move, feeling dizzy from all the lights shining in your eye and the restricted space.

just when you thought the night couldn’t get more chaotic, you spotted a group of your girlfriends from school. they waved you over, their faces lit with excitement. “hey! y/n! come dance with us!” one of them shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the makeshift dance floor near the backyard entrance.

you joined in, the music thumped in your chest, pulsating with energy. the lights flickered above, casting a colorful glow over everyone moving to the beat. your friends surrounded you, their laughter blending with the rhythm as you all swayed and twirled, losing yourselves in the moment.

amidst the swirling bodies and lyrics, you finally caught sight of someone else that was familiar. heeseung was lounging on one of the couches, a red cup drink in hand. his dark hair was slightly tousled, and for some reason, the way he watched you felt both intoxicating and suffocating. he sipped from his glass, the ice clinking as he observed the chaotic scene. there was an intensity in his gaze, a mix of desire and something more possessive that sent a shiver down your spine, his costume didn’t make anything better.

you felt an urge to break that distance between you two, to challenge him. with a playful smile that masked your uncertainty, you shouted over the booming music, “hey, heeseung! come dance with us!” your heart raced, a mix of excitement and dread coursing through you as you watched him hesitate, caught between the comfort of his drink and the pull of the dance floor.

his expression shifted, a smirk creeping onto his lips that felt both inviting and dangerous. you beckoned him with your hand, desperate for him to join you, yet knowing there was a darkness in that desire. in that crowded room, despite the noise and laughter, you were the only one who made him feel both drawn in and held back, a toxic blend of want and wariness.

he set his drink down on a nearby table, the cup abandoned as he pushed himself off the couch. a confident stride brought him closer, and the crowd seemed to part for him, leaving you breathless as he approached.

“yeah, come on,” you cheered for him, trying to sound casual, but the weight of his gaze made you feel vulnerable. he stepped behind you, the pulsing beat wrapping around you both as you moved together, lost in the moment.

the air thick with a mixture of body heat and anticipation. every sway of his body sent a thrill through you, the intoxicating rhythm fueling the tension that hung between you.

as you danced, he leaned closer from behind, his breath trickling against your ear. “you know you drive me crazy, right?” the words sent a jolt through you, leaving you torn between exhilaration and the nagging feeling that this might lead to something dangerous.

you smiled, trying to play it off, but the way he was so close to you, intense and hungry, made it hard to ignore the complexity of what was unfolding. in that moment, surrounded by your friends and the throbbing music, it felt like you were teetering on the edge of something uncertain.

you felt a whirlwind of emotions. heeseung’s intoxicating presence drew you in too, but your thoughts kept drifting back to jungwon. he was everything you could want, thoughtful, caring, and completely in love with you. yes you did notice, no you did not let him know you knew. the way he admired you, his gaze filled with warmth and tenderness, made your heart swell. it was really sweet, the way his dimples deepened when he was around you, and the way you felt so at home with him.

but here was heeseung, electrifying and dangerously alluring, making you feel alive in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. his craving for you was palpable, a fire that ignited something wild inside you. you could feel the tension between you, like a magnet pulling you closer, even as your mind lingered on jungwon’s gentle nature.

“what’s going on in that head of yours?” heeseung whispered, his voice cutting through the noise. you glanced at him, and the intensity in his eyes made your heart race.

“just… thinking,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light, but the truth weighed heavily on you. you couldn’t deny the connection with heeseung, the way he made you feel like you were on the edge of something exhilarating, yet you knew jungwon would cherish you without reservation, something you’d always wanted.

“don’t think too much,” he teased, moving unbelievably closer, his breath warm against your skin. “just stay close to me.”

the pull between them was overwhelming, and you felt torn. jungwon offered you stability and love, a safe harbor in the storm, while heeseung represented a reckless, intoxicating passion that left you breathless. as you danced, lost in the moment, you struggled to reconcile the two sides of your heart, each whispering a different promise of what love could be.

it was too confusing, too much for you. you always tried your best to stayed friendly with them, not wanting to harm anyone’s feelings, but their words and actions seemed to put pressure on you. overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions, you decided to step away from the crowd for a moment. the dance floor felt suffocating.

just before you turned away, you caught a glimpse of heeseung pushing through the crowd, determination etched on his face. “hey, where are you going?” he called out, his voice cutting through the noise.

you paused for a moment, feeling the weight of his eyes, as if he thought he’d done something wrong. “i just need some air,” you replied, trying to sound casual but knowing you couldn’t mask the turmoil inside you.

“come on, don’t leave. stay with me,” he urged, taking a step closer, his expression a mix of concern and desire. you shook your head. “i can’t. i just need a minute, promise nothing bad happened.”

he frowned, frustration flashing in his eyes, but you could see the understanding beneath it. you turned away, feeling his presence linger behind you as you made your way toward the backyard, hoping for some fresh air. but as you stepped outside, you realized it was just as crowded, laughter and chatter echoing in the night.

frustrated, you turned and headed upstairs, needing a moment of solitude. just as you reached the staircase, a brunette girl you didn’t recognize blocked your path, arms crossed defiantly. she had an air of self-importance, like she considered herself the unofficial guardian of the second floor. “sorry, but you can’t go up there,” she said, a smug smile on her face.

you raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your composure. “i’m the owner of this house. let me through.” you tried again.

her smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. “prove it. i need to see some id.”

you felt a rush of irritation, your patience thinning. “look, i don’t know who you think you are, and i really don’t have time for this.”

without waiting for her to respond, you pushed past her, the tension of the night finally bubbling over. as you reached the top of the stairs, you breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to escape the chaos below. but as you stepped into the quiet hallway, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being pulled in two different directions, each part of you craving something entirely different.

“i feel like i’m going crazy,” you muttered, heading toward the bathroom to freshen up, you opened the door only to stumble upon two people locked in a kiss. they glanced at you, clearly startled, and one of them quickly murmured, “can you leave?”

a surge of irritation rushed through you. “again, this is my house. you are the ones who need to leave,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. they exchanged glances, then reluctantly pulled apart, grumbling as they left the bathroom.’

finally free, you made your way to your room, hoping it was unoccupied. when you pushed the door open, relief washed over you, it was empty and cold. the familiar space felt like a sanctuary, a place where you could finally catch your breath away from the chaos of the party. you closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment, allowing yourself to relax.

sitting on your bed, you couldn’t help but think of the familiarity of jungwon. you remembered the way he would look at you, those deep, earnest eyes filled with admiration. it was as if he saw right into your soul, and every glance felt precarious, like a fragile moment hanging in the air.

his touch was always so delicate, whether it was a brush of his fingers against your arm or the way he would tuck a stray hair behind your ear. it made you feel cherished, like you were the most important person in the world. his words had a way of wrapping around you, making you feel like you were floating on a cloud, completely at ease.

“there’s no way i’m thinking about them right now, its halloween, they’re my friends, i just-” you tried to push those thoughts aside, reminding yourself that you couldn’t hurt either of their feelings. it felt selfish to dwell on your emotions when neither jungwon nor heeseung had confessed their feelings to you. the uncertainty loomed large, and the last thing you wanted was to complicate things further.

“i can do this,” you took a deep breath, focusing on the present moment instead. you knew you had to navigate this situation carefully, keeping both their hearts in mind. but right now, you had to enjoy the night. you would just have to stay away from them, both of them.

as you resolved to stay far away from both of them for the night, you stood in front of your mirror, taking a moment to collect yourself. you adjusted your hair, fixing any messy strands, and smiled at your reflection.

the familiar face looking back at you offered a sense of reassurance, reminding you of your strength. you practiced a few light-hearted smiles, trying to shake off the weight of the evening. you knew you could enjoy the party on your own terms, without getting caught up in the tangled emotions surrounding you.

with a final touch of confidence, you stepped away from the mirror, ready to rejoin the festivities, determined to focus on having fun and enjoying the night.

you made your way downstairs and headed to the kitchen, feeling a sense of relief wash over you when you spotted jake. still decked out in his grandma costume, he was pouring drinks for a small crowd, a playful grin on his face as he bantered with everyone.

“hey! stranger! need a refill?” he asked, winking at you. his energy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“i haven’t even drank anything,” you replied, stepping closer to the counter. watching him juggle the drinks, you felt the tension from earlier begin to melt away. it was good to be around someone who brought lightness to the mess, and you appreciated the familiarity of his presence amidst the party's whirlwind.

jake raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised that you hadn’t had anything to drink yet. “wait, you haven’t had a drink? that’s a crime,” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“i’ve been… busy,” you shrugged, trying to play it off. “with stuff, dancing, everything, yeah.”

he leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “how about a special drink? it’s my secret concoction.” there was a playful glint in his eye, and he didn’t seem keen on revealing what was in it.

you hesitated, intrigued but cautious. “what’s in it?”

“if i told you, it wouldn’t be special anymore,” he teased, pouring the vibrant mixture into a glass. “trust me, it’s delicious. just one won’t hurt.”

his enthusiasm was infectious, and despite your earlier reservations, you felt tempted to join in on the fun. “alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” you said, accepting the offer with a smile.

“this is called, cute little drink,” jake handed you the cup, and as you took it, you could instantly tell it was almost all alcohol, 99% with just a splash of something else.

“jake there’s no way i’m going to drink this whole-“ before you could react, he turned to the growing crowd around the kitchen, a mischievous grin on his face.

“everyone, check this out! our girl here is about to take down my secret drink!” he announced, and the crowd erupted into cheers and playful shouts, eager to see what would happen.

you gave him a look, as if telling him to shut up, but jake only shrugged playfully. you knew that you could back down if you didn’t want to do it and he wouldn’t force you to do anything, but now you were ready to let go, to become the irresponsible host you were always bound to be.

with the energy buzzing around you, you raised the cup, feeling both exhilarated and a little nervous. the crowd began to count down, and as they reached one, you downed the drink in one go. the burn and nausea hit you immediately, but you powered through, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

the crowd went wild, clapping and cheering as you finished. jake was right there, giving you a high five and laughing. “yeah, you did it! that’s how it’s done! that’s my girl!” the excitement surged through you, and for a second, your love problems else went away. you felt alive, ready to embrace the rest of the night.

“another one?” jake offered you another drink, but you shook your head, laughter still bubbling in your chest. “no way, one is enough for me right now, maybe later.”

just then, sunghoon appeared, his energy infectious as he walked in with his other girl best friend, wonyoung. “there you are!” she exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug. “we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” she smiled brightly, in her adorable bo peep costume, filled with bows and pink.

“we’re about to go outside,” sunghoon said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “jay’s getting ready to jump into the pool from the rooftop! you have to come see this!”

“he’s doing what?” your mouth fell, as they realized what they just did, you had banned rooftop jumping into the pool a year ago, after someone broke a leg and their mother called you furiously, as if it had been your fault, when you didn’t even know the person.

“maybe we should have told her…” sunghoon started, glancing at wonyoung.

“are you kidding? no i don’t care, let’s go outside!” you pushed pass them, waving goodbye at jake, who met your friend’s confused glances, before they followed behind.

as you made your way outside with sunghoon and wonyoung, you felt a sense of comfort in her presence. wonyoung had always been a bright light in your life, her laughter infectious and her support unwavering.

“i’m so glad you decided to join us!” she said, looping her arm through yours. “we were worried you’d miss the fun! it’s crazy out there, i was expecting you to see there scolding people,” she laughed. even if your responsible demeanor when things got too crazy was boring for some, she admired it, the way you got everyone to do what you wanted and keep everything under control. she knew that if she tried to host a party like yours, it would end up in a huge mess.

you laughed, appreciating her enthusiasm. “i needed a little breather, i’m done being uptight with everyone and worrying about dumb stuff,” you spoke.

“trust me, you won’t want to miss this,” she replied, her eyes shining with excitement. “jay’s been hyping up this jump all night. it’s going to be so funny,” she laughed.

as you reached the backyard, wonyoung pulled you closer, sharing snippets of gossip and laughter, and you felt your earlier worries start to fade. her friendship always had a way of lifting your spirits, and you were grateful for the bond you shared.

just then, jay’s voice boomed from the roof. “everyone, shut up for a second!” he shouted, his tone dramatic as he stood at the edge of the rooftop. the crowd fell silent, eyes drawn to him in anticipation.

without warning, jay took off his shirt, and a chorus of excited screams erupted from the girls around. you couldn't help but laugh as sunghoon yelled, “cover up, man!” while shaking his head, clearly both amused and exasperated. jay merely shot him a middle finger, grinning widely, reveling in the attention.

“you’re all about to witness… king of the rooftop!” jay shouted, preparing to jump. the crowd began a countdown, their voices rising in unison. “three… two… one!”

when jay finally leaped off the roof, it felt like time slowed down. the crowd collectively held its breath, eyes locked on him as he soared through the air, his body silhouetted against the night sky. for a brief moment, he seemed to hang there, suspended in excitement, and then gravity took over.

as he plunged into the pool, the splash was monumental, water erupted in a frothy cascade, glistening under the colorful lights of the party. the sound of the impact echoed around you, followed by a wave of laughter and cheers from the crowd. girls squealed, and even the guys whooped, caught up in the exhilaration of the moment.

you watched as jay resurfaced, wiping the water from his face with a triumphant grin. he laughed, clearly relishing the attention as he raised his arms in victory, droplets flying off him. the cheers grew louder, a wave of excitement swept through the crowd, and one by one, people began to jump into the pool after him. sunghoon was surprisingly quick to follow, his laughter ringing out as he made a dramatic splash, eliciting cheers from everyone around.

wonyoung turned to you, her eyes sparkling with mischief and adventure. in that moment, you both knew without needing to say a word, you had to join in on the fun. a shared thrill passed between you, igniting a rush of spontaneity.

you both quickly slipped off your high heels and left your phones behind, the exhilaration building as you approached the edge of the pool. taking a deep breath, you clasped her hand tightly, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

“on three!” she declared, and you nodded, her smile wide with excitement.

“one… two… three!” you jumped in unison, the cool water enveloping you as you splashed down. the moment felt liberating.

as you surfaced from the water, a wave of exhilaration washed over you, feeling lighter than air. the coolness of the pool contrasted beautifully with the warmth of the night, and in that moment, you felt utterly free, unburdened by worries or expectations. with wonyoung beside you, you both erupted into giggles, splashing each other playfully.

after you climbed out of the pool, the refreshing chill of the water slowly faded away, replaced by the warm night air. you laughed and dried off a bit with someone’s random shirt before grabbing your phone, eager to check in with your sister and parents, not hearing from them all evening.

but your heart sank as you saw a message from an unknown number. the text was simple yet unsettling.

it read. meet me at the basement now. i cant keep holding onto this any longer. can’t tell u anything else until you get here. please.

a shiver ran down your spine. the basement felt like an ominous place, hidden away from the lively atmosphere above. it felt too eerie, specially in a date like today.

part of you wanted to ignore the message, to dismiss it as a prank, but another part was curious. who could it be? why the secrecy? you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

“hey, what’s wrong?” wonyoung asked, noticing your sudden change in demeanor.

“just… got a weird text,” you replied, glancing at her, uncertainty evident in your voice. “someone wants me to meet them in my basement.”

“alone? no way, do you want me to go with you?” she offered, her expression turning serious.

you hesitated, feeling the pull of both fear and intrigue. “no, i think i do need to go alone. i’ll be fine. i just… need to see what this is about.” you shivered slightly.

“okay, but i will go down to check if you’re okay in a few minutes,” with a nod of encouragement from wonyoung, you steeled yourself through the living room and made your way toward the basement door, the lively party fading into the background as anticipation mixed with apprehension filled the air.

you took a deep breath as you descended the familiar creaky stairs, each step echoing in the silence of the dimly lit basement. the atmosphere felt heavy, and the shadows seemed to stretch ominously around you, heightened by the terrifying vibes of halloween. a chill ran down your spine, both from anxiety and still being drenched in water.

every creak of the floorboards made your heart race. the unsettling feeling of being alone in a place usually filled with laughter felt amplified tonight. thoughts of ghosts and ghouls flickered through your mind, mixing with the adrenaline of the unknown.

when you reached the bottom, the air was cool and still. you squinted into the darkness, trying to make out any familiar shapes or figures. “hello?” you called out, your voice trembling slightly.

the silence was thick, and just as you were about to turn back, a voice emerged from the shadows. “you came.”

you jumped at it, as the voice came out of now where, making the situation more real. but the person noticed your small squeak, and said, “it’s okay, it’s just me,”

it was low and familiar, yet you couldn't place it. your heart raced as you stepped further into the dim light, feeling both anxious and strangely drawn to the mystery unfolding in front of you.

“you can turn the light on,” the voice said, breaking the silence. it was reassuring yet still carried an air of mystery.

your heart pounded as you slowly approached the cord near the window. the darkness felt suffocating, amplifying your nerves. with a hesitant breath, you reached up and tugged on the cord, the overhead light flickering to life and illuminating the basement.

as the harsh light flooded the space, you squinted against the brightness, finally able to see the figure standing before you. your breath caught in your throat as the familiar silhouette came into focus. it was someone you recognized, more than anyone at all.

there he stood, wearing his costume in the middle of your terrifying basement…

jungwon !

heeseung ! ( updating 1st week nov )

BTW: yeah that’s right, that’s what y’all get. a mf cliffhanger. not because i want to, but because my drafts got deleted when i fell asleep with my phone on my hand. fr fml. also, jake is on his grandma agenda here, sorry but i loved it sm.

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Sacred New Beginnings (part 1)

This is a story over the weekend of Mav and Penny’s wedding, you and Bradley had been engaged and it had all gone to shit, with you back in town for the impending nuptials will you find your way back to each other? Or will you realize you were meant to be with someone else all along?

Pairing(s)- Bradley Bradshaw x reader, Jake Seresin x reader

Warnings- drinking, language, mentions of cheating, eventual smut. 18+

Song inspo- I bet you think about me- ts, the story of us- ts, Cornelia street- ts (yes I’m very taylor coded with this series lmao)

You’d begged Jake to keep it to himself, at least until you could get your bearings in North Island and talk to Bradley yourself. It had been 6 months since the two of you split, he’d put his mother’s ring on your finger and promised you a lifetime but it certainly didn’t turn out like either of you planned, crashing and burning before you ever got a chance to say I do. Now you were back in San Diego at the request of Maverick and Penny for their long awaited nuptials and no matter where you looked all you saw was Bradley Bradshaw.

Jake Seresin was your former front seater, the two of you flew a handful of missions together when you’d been stationed here before, you trusted each other in a way most people didn’t, going through countless near death situations will do that to someone. As you stepped out of the airport into the cool night air you could see him leaning against his ridiculous fully kitted Ford F-150, you could take the man out of Texas but he’d be a cowboy no matter where he went.

“There she is! Stormy girl you are a sight for sore eyes!” He scoops you up in a big bear hug and you finally feel yourself relax, tension melting away just being able to be with your best friend like this.

“Hey douchebag, missed you so much” you say punching his shoulder and letting him lead you into the truck, peeling out of the lot and onto the dark highway.

There’s just something about him that calms you down, everyone gets the big bad Hangman persona and while you’ve witnessed it more times than you can count he’s never once treated you that way. Being around him now feels like home and you need that more than ever knowing the heartache that’s bound to seep into what should be a fairytale weekend. You wring your hands nervously, you know you need to ask but you don’t want to pop the happy bubble you both are in. Time to rip off the bandaid.

“So please tell me you kept your damn mouth shut Jakey, last thing I want to do this weekend is cause a scene. Just want to watch Mav and Penny say I do and head back to Florida with no casualties.”

He frowns at you from across the console, mussing your hair with his hand, he loves having you back here, nothing has felt quite the same without you in his daily life. He knew you’d want to know about he who must not be named (yes Jake considers Bradley to be the Voldemort in your story, no he won’t apologize for it) but he had hoped you’d give yourself some time to adapt first.

“I promise darling, haven’t said a word, hand to God. We will make this weekend a blast and send you on back without a hitch, so long as ol’ Rooster keeps his nose clean we shouldn’t have an issue.”

Just hearing his name causes your heart to lurch, you’ve done so good about avoiding him; blocking his socials and refusing to stalk any of the daggers insta’s for pictures of your former lover.

“How is he?” You say quietly, inspecting your hands in your lap now, refusing to look up for fear that Jake will see your tells; he always does though.

He looks at you with furrowed brows, he wasn’t ready to break your heart again, so he rattled off a bare bones list of info you were looking for, not willing to succumb to the rumors floating around that would only rile you up. The last thing you needed was to spend the weekend drowning in what went wrong and what could have been.

“Recently got promoted to lieutenant commander, got a dog a few weeks ago, no I don’t know if he’s dating anyone and no I wouldn’t tell you if I did. We aren’t doing this to ourselves you hear me? You didn’t do anything wrong and self preservation isn’t a bad thing. Now you must be starving so let’s go get you some In and Out to celebrate my favorite girl being back home.”

Across town in a little craftsman style house by the beach, Bradley Bradshaw is pacing his halls. Mav asked him to be best man and he’s determined to make this speech perfect, but every time he tries to sit down and write out the words describing true love and destiny all he can think of is you. The two of you had been so happy, but then he *had* to go and fuck everything up. He knew you were the one from the minute he met you; all sharp tongue and attitude, truly the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t easy to get you to come around, you’d made it a rule not to date in your squad but somehow he had broken down your walls, when a particularly dangerous mission left him with substantial injuries you’d been paralyzed with fear. If he was just a friend like you claimed then why did it feel like your heart would explode if you never saw him again? The two of you danced around each others feelings for weeks after until one night of partying at Phoenix and Coyote’s you’d kissed him.

A year later he was standing on the beach with roses and Carole Bradshaw’s wedding ring asking you to be his forever, you’d said yes before he could even finish talking; fully confident in the choice you were making. Standing in his house now, no wife and no family he couldn’t help the tears that spilled down his face, regret flooding his senses at how he’d let it all fall apart.

He let his hubris get the best of him, he was the best at what he did, always making sure he went the extra mile to prove himself; constantly fighting living in Goose and Maverick’s shadow. So when a mission came up and you and Jake had been chosen, he’d felt deflated; why hadn’t he been picked? What made Jake the better pilot? What made you more qualified? He went to higher ups to plead his case, never once thinking about the aftermath and how his choices in this would affect you. Needless to say it ended badly, you and Jake being grounded and Bradley flying the mission, someone had let it slip at the bar one night that he’d intervened, costing you an important promotion opportunity and choosing his career over you.

You’d felt betrayed, how could you trust him to be your life partner if he couldn’t even support you in your career? You’d requested an immediate transfer, packed your things and left the ring in your shared home, a note briefly explaining your reasoning and that you’d never wanted it to end this way. He had ruined everything, tried to convince Jake to give him your new number but Hangman could be ruthless when he wanted to be. Refused to help in any way and made sure Bradley knew that he’d been the getaway car, he would always choose you and your happiness unlike Bradley who’d chosen career over love.

Bradley hated him, but he knew he couldn’t fault him for his decision. If he’d just given that level of care when it counted he’d probably still have you, instead of an empty house and a head full of what ifs. He’d been a terrible fiancé, sure he’d doted on you and always told everyone you were his everything, but he also loved attention. So he’d let girls at the bar flirt sometimes, make excuses that it was just his personality and that he didn’t mean anything by it because of course you were the only one for him. But he’d dulled your shine to lift himself up far too many times and he knew deep down he didn’t deserve a second chance. Giving up on his speech for the night he poured another scotch and made his way to bed, there was no mental preparation on earth that would make any of this easier.

Friday morning came bright and early, you stumbled your way through Jake’s apartment letting the smell of coffee carry you to the kitchen. He’d left a post it on the carafe, telling you to be ready by 6 for drinks at the hard deck and you laughed, some things truly did stay the same. Six pm rolled around all too soon and you were dressed in your favorite sundress, hair and makeup set to perfection and Jake pulled the two of you into the lot of the beloved navy bar. Pulling you from your thoughts he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“If you start feeling uncomfortable you just say the word and we’re out, no muss no fuss. Just relax and enjoy tonight with our friends.”

You smiled up at him, grateful that he always seemed to know what you needed to hear.

“Come on Tex let’s get in there and celebrate our friends.”

The bar was closed to only friends and family tonight, everyone near and dear to the happy couple congregating for their rehearsal dinner. Stepping inside it was like being transported back to the past; sounds, smells, everything was the same as it had been when you left. Jake goes in ahead of you, keeping an eye out for a certain mustached aviator but as you both made it to the bar the general consensus was that he hadn’t made it yet. You greeted Penny and Mav with hugs and congratulations, both so glad that you could make it. Mav caught your eye as you ordered a drink from Jimmy, and you knew what he had to say before he even started.

“He-“

“I’m sure he does Pete. I wish it changed anything, but it doesn’t. This is your day, you don’t need to waste it worrying about the past, I’m ok I promise.”

He just wanted his godson to be happy, you knew that. But it wasn’t that easy, too much time had passed and you were uneasy enough thinking about having to see him tonight. So with a squeeze to his arm and a smile you made your way across the bar to the pool tables and your former squad.

Rowdy and full of mischief, that’s the best way you could describe them, whooping and cat calling you as you crossed the threshold, enveloping you in hugs and remarks at how you’d been missed. Phoenix sidles up to you now, bumps her hip against yours with a Cheshire Cat grin, the two of you had never lost contact during the past 6 months and you were grateful for another person looking out for you tonight.

“I’ve missed you cutie! It’s just not the same around here, still can’t believe you left me to take care of the kids by myself.” You both laugh at that, looking towards your boys now as they play fight and place bets at who can kick the others ass at pool, knowing without a doubt that Jake will take the winnings.

“It feels good to be home Nix, I didn’t realize just how much I missed everyone until I got here. Florida is nice, I love the group I have there but the daggers are my family.” You trail off, trying to suppress the tears threatening to leak from your eyes.

She pulls you in for another hug, kisses the side of your head. “It’s going to be a good weekend buddy, I can feel it.”

Bradley’s late. He knows he should have left earlier but he’d been dragging his feet. Mav had texted to tell him you were here and he had to pull over on the highway to empty his stomach. His nerves are shot, pulling the bronco into the lot with shaking hands he attempts to pull himself together, knowing you are just inside has him feeling faint.

“Get your shit together Bradshaw, don’t lose your cool.”

He sucks in a deep breath and opens the door.

After grabbing a beer and getting two pitiful sympathetic looks from Penny and Mav, he turns towards his group and lays his eyes on you. It’s like a punch to the gut, you have always been breathtaking but after having only the memories on his phone to look at he knows for sure they pale in comparison to the real thing. His feet begin moving of their own accord, brain hasn’t quite caught up to what he’s doing and it feels like a magnet is dragging him towards the one place he has longed to be. You are arm and arm with Coyote, animatedly telling him a story with sparkling eyes and Bradley is falling in love all over again. He skirts the outside of the group, settles in to a seat next to Bob and Fanboy hoping he can keep from startling you. But you feel his presence because of course you do, and he can tell the moment your energy shifts. You keep looking at him in the corner of your eye, arms wrapped tightly around yourself and it breaks his heart. His view is obscured by Hangman all too soon, leaning in to the table to catch his eye.

“Rooster”

“Hangman”

“We aren’t gonna have any issues tonight are we?” Jake asks with his signature smirk and lazy southern drawl, it’s charming to some but to Bradley it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m not here to make things uncomfortable bagman, just here to fulfill my duty to Mav as best man. Y/N is a big girl and doesn’t need a babysitter, if she wants to talk to me I’m happy to listen to anything she says, I’d be an idiot not to”

“You’re an idiot either way Bradshaw but if you make Stormy girl cry tonight you’ll be showing up to the ceremony tomorrow with a black eye, just keep that in mind.”

“Understood.”

Jake blinks back the shock, didn’t expect Bradley to be amenable towards him at all. They have avoided each other at all costs in social gatherings ever since the split, Jake knew nothing good would come from stirring it back up and Bradley looked like a kicked puppy most of the time. Shrugging it off, Jake nods to the group at the table and heads back to where you are, encouraging hand on your shoulder. He’d be damned if someone ruined your night, so instead of letting you wallow he scooped you up to pick a song on the jukebox and took you to the dance floor. Spinning you and reveling in your giggles and bright eyes, it almost made him forget that he wasn’t supposed to look at you the way he was now. He’s been so good about keeping it together all these years, making sure to have a date to keep him occupied when you were cuddled up to Rooster and firmly planting himself in the friend zone. He knew that’s what you needed and he’d always go above and beyond to make you happy. Even if it meant he couldn’t have you.

You have no idea how long you’ve been here, speeches have been given and far too many shots have been had; the room is too hot and slightly spinning so you make your way outside for some fresh air. He’s there of course, smoking a cigarette and watching the waves. Looking him over now you can see the little changes, he’s not as bulky anymore, face and torso are definitely thinner than they used to be. He looks tired, to the bone judging by the dark circles under his eyes and the way he seems to slouch in on himself, no longer the larger than life persona he used to project. You think for a moment you should go back in, but as he flicks the used up cigarette into the wind you are both face to face, pain clearly etched in his features as he takes you in.

“Hi.” It’s all you can make out, you think of how ludicrous it is that after 6 months of heartbreak the best you can scrounge up is a measly hi.

“Hi Storm, it’s good to see you.”

“Y-yeah it’s good to see you too, it’s been a while.”

He runs his hand over his scarred chin, looking you over and it almost looks like he might reach out for you but he thinks better of it.

“I’m sorry Bradley- I can’t do this, I know what you’re gonna say and I feel it too but it doesn’t change anything. We’re the same people we were 6 months ago, and love isn’t going to fix it.”

You were trembling, tears pouring down your face and Bradley couldn’t stand it. He’d broken your heart and let you go, but he’d never once stopped thinking of you. Just two steps forward and you could be back in his arms, and he thought of Mav’s saying “don’t think, just do.” So he closed the distance and pulled you into his arms, your beautiful face cradled in his hands as he wiped away your tears.

“Baby, my sweet sweet girl I know I fucked it up, and I’ve spent every day of the last 6 months thinking of what went wrong. I don’t deserve it; I know that but please even if it’s just for tonight let me love you.”

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol spurring you on or the fact that you’d missed his touch so much it physically hurt, but pulling his lips to yours felt like the easiest decision you’d ever made.

You heard the door swing open behind you and someone cleared their throat, causing you to jump backwards out of his grasp, moment over as quickly as it had begun. You spun around to find Jake, eyes full of anger directed right at Bradley and then he looked towards you; disappointment clearly etched in his features.

“I couldn’t find you, Payback said you’d gone outside so I came to make sure you’re alright.”

You feel your cheeks redden with embarrassment, you had promised yourself you wouldn’t be alone with Bradley and yet here you are less than 24 hours later letting him kiss you.

Jake is still staring you down, you shift a little feeling extremely small between the two people you love most.

“Everything’s ok Jake, let’s uh- let’s go home ok? It’s late and I’ve had more than I should have.” You grab at his elbow to steer him towards the lot to the truck, steely gaze still focused on Bradley but he lets you move him, starting a fight isn’t going to fix a thing and he knows more than he’s let on. Maybe it was time to play his hand and let you know just how much of a piece of shit your so called “Prince Charming” really was.

The ride back was eerily quiet, tension flooding the cab of the truck while you spent every second overthinking. Why had you let it get that far? You’d done so good, it’d been half a year without any contact and you’d folded *so* fast, it was so embarrassing. Ugh and for Jake to be the one that found you?! You knew he’d be pissed and expected a thorough lashing but he didn’t say a word. Just stoically stared at the road, no smart ass remark to be found as he white knuckled the steering wheel. He pulled into the drive and bolted for the door, didn’t even stop to let you out like he normally does. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing for a long ass night trying to drag his feelings out, you made your way into his townhouse.

He’s nowhere to be found when you step inside, probably holed up in his room so he won’t pick a fight; you know the routine fairly well. He hates hurting your feelings so he shuts down and lets himself cool off before he talks to you, normally just acts like nothing ever happened because he’d rather not bring it all back up again. But when you go to check his bedroom he’s not there either; door ajar and completely devoid of Jake. Finally you head to the back porch, he’s there slumped in one of the lounge chairs, already cracked open another beer and staring down at his phone, determined to look anywhere but at you.

You plop down into the chair next to him, knocking one of your knees with his, hoping if you needle him enough he’ll tell you what’s wrong.

“Jakey”

“Don’t. Don’t do this right now Y/N, just let me be before I say something we will both regret.”

You know you should just let it go, but the harshness in his tone is so out of character but frankly you’ve had enough of everyone tiptoeing around you.

“No.”

“No?”

“No I want to do this now, what is it that you aren’t telling me? You seem to have forgotten that I know you better than your own mother Seresin and I can tell when you’ve been holding back. You looked like you wanted to beat Bradley into the ground earlier and I know I screwed up and let him get to me tonight but im a big girl Jake I can make my own mis-“

“You didn’t make any mistakes though!” He boomed, causing you to jump in your seat. “ you’ve spent this whole time blaming yourself for leaving, for not communicating but you have NO idea. This was never something to blame yourself for and the fact that you let him back in tonight knowing what I know makes me SICK.” He’s never had an outburst like this with you, chest heaving and shaking hands he can’t seem to stop, he knows it’s all about to bubble up but he can’t stuff the secrets back down.

“What do you mean, what you know? Jake what am I missing?” You whisper softly, you have a sudden glaring realization and it feels like everything is crashing down, it can’t be can it? You need him to say it to confirm but you wish the earth would swallow you both up; everything changes if he says what you think he will.

“He cheated on you, a month before the mission, and he thought he’d gotten away with it but apparently Fanboy caught him and Mirage fucking in the hard deck bathroom. He agreed not to say anything, but when you left she suddenly started showing up more, he wasn’t even trying to hide her y/n! Everyone knew he was taking her home after nights at the bar, and Fanboy couldn’t keep it in anymore so he told me. Bradshaw was jealous of your success, he took the mission away from you and to really stick it to you he fucked a fellow squad mate behind your back. As far as I’m concerned he’s dead to you, he has no right to come crawling back and you deserve to know it all so he doesn’t take advantage of you again.”

It all made perfect sense now, Bradley had had one too many late nights at work claiming he was shooting the shit with Mav, never interested in taking you to bed like he had been before the mission talk started up, but you’d chalked it up to stress. Always making excuses for him, assuring yourself that he wouldn’t dare cheat because why would he have given you his mother’s ring? He’d told you he wanted a love like Goose and Carole had, promised he’d love you forever. Of course he’d lied, he’d always been more concerned about his career path and his accomplishments, any time you did something of merit his congratulations always seemed tinged with something sour, but he was happy for you right? He loved you right? Now you didn’t know for sure.

You reeled back at the realization, all the puzzle pieces fitting together to make a heartbreaking story, and you felt a surge of nausea come up quickly rushing to the side of the yard to throw up. You could feel Jake’s cool hand holding your hair back, the other rubbing circles into your back telling you to breathe. He’d always been a safe haven in your life, steadfast no matter who he was seeing at the time. You came first to him, your friendship and partnership in the air like an unspoken vow between the two of you. You were being hit with one revelation after another tonight, and you jerked away from him suddenly; throat dry as the desert as you quickly made your way inside to the sink to rinse out your mouth.

“Hey hey, talk to me honey. I’m sorry, shit I’m so sorry you had to find out like this; I should have never let it get this far but you seemed happy in Florida and I didn’t want to open old wounds. Please Stormy, look at me baby I need to know we are ok.”

Now he’s the one wringing his hands, Hangman is never nervous, he’s always larger than life and the most confident person in the room. He looks so boyish now, standing in the dim light of the kitchen, the fear on his face so unnatural on his handsome face.

You couldn’t deny that he was beautiful, you’d always seen the way he attracted the attention of everyone in a room, like the definition of the word gorgeous come to life or the hero on the cover of a romance novel. Just classically handsome, and yes he was smug and he knew just how good he looked but he’d never put on any kind of mask when it came to you. Let himself be vulnerable, trusted you would keep his secrets and never make fun of him for his faults. Now looking at him in the quiet of his home, you realized that Bradley may have physically cheated; but maybe he wasn’t the only one that blew up your relationship. Some part of you from the day Jake Seresin had walked into your life had always belonged to him. Admitting it to yourself now was jarring; how long had you let yourself think he wasn’t everything to you? You found yourself terrified and excited at the thought, suddenly hyper aware of how close he was to you, knowing that if you crossed that line with him tonight you’d never be the same. You tilted your head up to look at him, reaching a hand out so he could close the distance, and watched him relax into your touch knowing you weren’t angry with him.

“Stormy-l-“

“Jake…Do you love me?”

He goes cold at the realization, oh God you had figured it out. He’d tried to suppress it for so long, but obviously with the clarity that had been gained tonight you seemed to be able to see the truth. He’d always been in love with you, but decided that having you in his life was more important than getting his feelings out so he’d gallantly put them aside. When he’d found out the truth about Rooster he’d been unmoored by the whole thing. How the hell could anyone ever hurt you like that? What kind of moron has the perfect girl and destroys her happiness? But he’d let you go, knowing you needed to run and find yourself in the aftermath; Jake was just grateful he could continue to be a part of your life in whatever way you needed. But oh God you knew now, he could see it on your face and since it had been a night for truth and honesty he told the consequences to fuck themselves, pulling you into his arms and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I could deny it, and we could just go back to the way things are if that’s what you need. We can continue this weekend like we have been and I’ll let you go back to Florida. Because you matter too much to me to be selfish with you, but oh angel I want *so* badly to be selfish. So you tell me what you need and I’ll do it.”

He’s so open, pouring his heart out to you and you can’t look away, his bright green eyes searching for any kind of reservation on your part, and when he doesn’t see any he grins that perfect lopsided grin of his, the one that makes your heart grow ten sizes. It’s not a rushed or sudden clashing of teeth and tongue, it’s a slow movement of lips molding together, hands mapping each other in a way that’s never been allowed before. It takes your breath away and as you gasp he slides his tongue against yours, reveling in the little noises you make as you grasp at the collar of his shirt, the need to have him closer overwhelming. After a while with the willpower of a god he pulls himself back from you a little, stroking your cheek and chuckling as you stagger forward trying to chase his kisses. He tilts your face to look at him and he’s warm all over, it’s everything he’s ever wanted and he has to tell you before he lets it get too far.

“I do Y/N, I love you. I always have baby. I want it all with you kid, and I know it probably feels sudden, but I can’t lie to you; I want everything with you. I’ll wait as long as you need because I’m in this no matter what, I don’t think I could stop if I tried.” He says with a watery laugh, and you realize he’s got tears in his eyes.

You are pretty sure you turned into a puddle on the floor, arms and legs feel like jello as he holds you up between himself and the counter. You could agree that yes it was sudden, hell you’d just let Bradley kiss you less than two hours ago, but you couldn’t deny that in all the times you’d kissed Rooster it had never felt like this. How were you ever supposed to go back to the way things were? Did you even want to? The thoughts were swirling around in your head now and he could tell you were lost. So he kissed you once more, just a featherlight peck and then stepped back from you.

“We’ve had a lot of big reveals tonight baby girl, how about we take a beat and sleep, let tomorrow figure it all out for us.”

He was right of course, it has been an overwhelming evening and you two should probably look it over with fresh eyes, so you let him lead you down the hall. He thinks you’re going to head to the guest bedroom but you surprise him, stepping into his bedroom and closing the door.

“Stormy, we can’t- not tonight honey you and i are wrung out-“

“Shhh, we aren’t doing anything tonight Jake, just hold me ok? I need to be close to you.”

He peels off his clothes and lets you change into one of his T shirts, tangling his arms and legs with yours as you snuggle up into bed. Drifting off to sleep, not knowing if he hears you, you whisper to him

“Jake I think I love you too.”

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JEALOUS!JIMIN who can’t hold back his laughter when you talk about others. let’s be honest, did you actually enjoy other people’s company? it’s just that, looking at them, Jimin only saw a group of desperate people who wanted any form of attention. how did you not see that? all the stories you told Jimin only managed to make him laugh hysterically, it was impossible for you to have a serious conversation with him. but it wasn’t Jimin’s fault, he swore, Jimin just found it amusing how grown up and responsible adults could behave worse than 5 year olds. come on, you had to agree that every attempt they made to get your attention was funny. after all, who in their right mind, trying to talk to you, would ask Jimin for your number? simply ridiculous. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i promise i’ll stop. sorry. you are absolutely right. no one’s perfect. but… come on, you have to admit it was funny when he tripped on his way to you.”

JEALOUS!JIMIN who asks you why you didn’t ask him out. Jimin let you live your life, obviously, but when you called your most annoying friends, or those who thought they were better than him, he would just object to why you didn’t call him. after all, you and Jimin were best friends, you couldn’t go without each other, and you two loved going on adventures and experiences together. so why did you ask Hyun to go with you to that new restaurant? why did you ask Jiwoo to join you in your favorite museum exhibit? why didn’t you call Jimin like you always did? “i heard you’re going to the movies with that friend of yours that you hang out with every day. i just got back from tour and i’m free. so i didn’t really understand why you didn’t call me, but that’s okay.”

JEALOUS!JIMIN who imitates other people’s flirting just to annoy you. you couldn’t go anywhere with Jimin when you knew there was a possibility of flirting. even though he gave you all the privacy and distance you could want, he was always checking on you, making sure you were okay. but of course, Jimin wouldn’t confess that, you couldn’t know that he only paid attention to you to make sure you were having fun and were safe. so, a small way for Jimin to show you that all their words were empty and that all their movements contained other meanings, Jimin would touch your hair or force an awkward hug and use a baby voice to repeat the most childish pick-up lines of all time — Jimin would do anything to annoy you. and for you to understand that you deserve better than that kind of people. “wait, wait. how was that pick-up line... wait. it went something like ‘you can fall from a building. you can fall from a tree. but the best way to fall is… in love with me.’ gotta give it to him, he was creative on this one.”

JEALOUS!JIMIN who accuses everyone and anyone of jealousy. Jimin just took a deep breath and looked at you seriously. did you say he was jealous? Jimin. jealous? please, there was nothing that justified Jimin being jealous. after all, you were just friends, he had already recommended some friends for you to go out with, and Jimin was always on the lookout for any and all suitors to make sure you were happy and well. you were the one who was jealous! you, yes! you’re the one who… well, you’re definitely… you… what do you mean he was jealous? Jimin just wanted to make sure his best friend found the person who would love them and make them feel loved. it wasn’t his fault if everyone you talked to was stuck up, or an idiot, or pretentious, or childish, or... “a completely cavemen who have never seen beauty in their lives and try to use their primitive words to win you over. yes, they are the ones who are jealous! of me, for being with you.”

JEALOUS!JIMIN who maybe feels something for you. now that you spoke, now that you accused him of jealousy, now that he really thought about it, maybe there is something there. Jimin had never really thought about what he did or said when he was with you — whenever he was with you, the words would just come out of his mouth without him measuring or approving. he never thought, with you there was no need to think. you have always hugged and cherished him as he is, at his best and at his worst. there was no reason for him to hide with you. you always… hmm. maybe you were right. thinking now about it. no. it couldn’t. he… Jimin had to think better about this.

JEALOUS!JIMIN who didn’t like it when you hugged your friend and stayed quiet. it was official. seeing you with others affected Jimin in a way he had never paid attention to. as you had a deep and free relationship, he never noticed his feelings expanding in the ocean of love and reaching the shores of devotion. but on that particular day, at that exact moment, in those mere seconds, Jimin realized. when his heart sank when you hugged your friend, when his heart burned when you gave each other a playful kiss, when you recreated the private moments you shared with Jimin with another, he knew. he was jealous.

JEALOUS!JIMIN who told you he loved you when you went out with your friends. it was a normal outing: you were just going to the movies and then to dinner with your childhood friends. they were all dating. you were the only single one. there was no risk or desire for you. but Jimin thought it would be good to confess. he didn’t understand why, because he knew this group of friends very well, but there was something in him, like a cosmic force, that made him confess to you before hanging up the call. you had already arrived at the movies, you called Jimin to pass the time while you waited for your friends, and he just spoke. “i hope you have fun. remember to text me when you leave the restaurant to pick you up. bye. i love you so much, be safe.”