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allsteddie · 3 days ago
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Give me the Party taking Steve’s kindness for granted and Eddie getting so pissed off by this.
But it’s not like the kids are mean to him. They are not. They like Steve, love him, really, but teenagers hardly realize they are being dismissive and less than considerate to people who are doing things for them out of the goodness of their hearts and not because they have any kind of obligation to. And the Party are still teenagers so, yeah, being appreciative of other people’s kindness is not really their forte at the moment.
So Eddie watches Dustin bitch about how Steve is late to pick them up at school or at Hellfire. Watches Max complain that Steve didn’t buy her favorite snack for movie night, and Mike and Lucas barging into the man’s house, without even calling beforehand, to use his pool when it’s too hot, as if they own the place or something. And every time he sees this shit happening he gets so mad because Steve has no obligation to do any of that. He owes nothing to those brats. He does all that because he wants to, because he loves those kids so much, he does everything they ask him to without asking anything in return; not even a ‘thank you, Steve’.
And that’s exactly what Eddie tells them. He doesn’t yell at them, nor does he try to force them into doing anything. No, Eddie takes another rote; he makes them see, with a soft tone and the most disappointed look he can muster, how much Steve has been doing for all of them, whilst they have been treating him so dismissively.
(And it doesn’t even take Eddie much to make them realize what they are doing because they are good kids and they do love Steve. They’d never, ever hurt Steve’s feelings on purpose. They just happen to still be a little immature, even after literally saving the world.)
After Eddie’s pep talk, the Party makes sure to show their appreciation of Steve every chance they get. And Eddie will never forget Steve’s stunned face the first time Mike said ‘Thank you, man, appreciate it’ after Steve handed him his favorite candy bar during a movie night… just priceless.
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luviestarz · 2 days ago
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ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ ꜰɪᴄ ʀᴇᴄꜱ ! ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 ೀ
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ೀ professor!sunghoon - @pompvdding
ೀ 𝜗𝜚   ॱ˖ 𝐴 𝐵𝑜𝑦 𝑊ℎ𝑜’𝑠 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑 - @lovhrin (sunghoon being your jacked and kind bf)
ೀ traditionally nontraditional | park sunghoon - @jayparked (newly married, you and your husband love creating your own...unique traditions)
ೀ BORN TO DIE ( ✦ ) SUNGHOON - @blairbliss (IN A NUTSHELL: a sniper assigned to eliminate a target, freezes as he realizes it’s his ex)
ೀ ── .✦ such a mess together - p. sunghoon - @purinfelix (the cute little girl you tutor is always going on about how you should date her smart, good-looking older brother, so why is your annoying, cocky classmate opening the door instead of her?)
ೀ force me and choke me till i pass out - p.sh - @hoonstqr (choking kink, slight degradation, backshots, spanking, unprotected sex)
ೀ * ˚ ✰    — ‘ KISS IT BETTER ’  p.sunghoon - @lhseungs (your boyfriend sunghoon walks in on you moaning his name while fucking yourself)
ೀ A REUNION TO REMEMBER - @jaylaxies (You last met Park Sunghoon when you were attending high school, more precisely, when he had gained enough courage to ask you out, not knowing that the most popular girl of the school was already taken by the senior who was equally as popular. Four years later, your batch decided to hold a reunion back in your town, where you meet Sunghoon again. Only, the problem is that he's hotter than ever and you can't, for the life of you, keep your eyes off him)
ೀ (   ➴ ) 𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲 𝖧𝖨𝖬, 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖬𝖤! ♡ - @bambisnc (𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 .. 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌)
ೀ I LIKE ME BETTER ⭑ WHEN I'M WITH YOU - @callikari (to be young and in love is to cherish the moments. (like when sunghoon gets jealous for your affection))
ೀ •*⁀➷ 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧! - @heethera (you just moved into a new building, right across from three loud guys. two said sorry and the third couldn’t care less)
ೀ ( ✶ ) STEPBROTHER!SUNGHOON ⎯⎯ 🐑 - @hooniehon (masturbation non consented video taking his friends are pervs..)
ೀ jealousy - @sourkiki (explicit mature content, established relationship, dom! sunghoon x fem! reader, jealous! sunghoon, sunghoon's hella mean here, fingering, begging, edging)
ೀ making brownies with sunghoon - @urlovebot
ೀ riding sunghoon - @emisluvr (smut (18+ mdni!), riding, dirty talk. biceps kink, teasing)
ೀ Could you cry a lil' more? You look pretty... [P.SH] - @marsdql (fluff, sunghoon cant over how pretty you look when crying to him)
ೀ You’re Fired | psh - @tobiosbbyghorl
ೀ ECSTASY﹑park sunghoon - @doucious (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌)
ೀ ──── YOU LIKE IT ❆ psh - @lovergirldotcom (stepcest, perv hoon, dubcon!)
ೀ change my mind - park sunghoon - @enh2pen
ೀ SLOW DOWN ㅤ★ PARK SUNGHOON - @itsminjify (𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌," 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.")
ೀ smotherlove - @nephynes (For some stupid reason, you thought letting your boyfriend fuck your best friend would be harmless—a weirdly selfless gift, nothing more. But when it breaks something in you, Sunghoon starts playing dirtier than ever. He says he did it for you, but now he won’t let you forget who he belongs to—or who you belong to)
ೀ 이럼 안돼 don't touch, don't do it - @enjakey (A detective falls for his beautiful neighbour, a kind kindergarten teacher- only to discover she’s a drug holder hiding secrets in their swanky apartment building. But when love and loyalty clash, how far will he go to protect her… even if it means betraying the badge?)
ೀ Hoodie Thief | psh 🔞 - @tobiosbbyghorl (roommate!sunghoon x reader)
ೀ ⟢ once again - psh - @ki2rins (in which sunghoon try each and every way to win you back!)
ೀ 𝑳𝑫𝑹 (𝑳𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑫𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑹𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑠) - @flqwerjo (Men sucked, Real men sucked ── they don't know shit and only think about themselves. And as if the gods had heard you , you've found a website that sounded ridiculous enough not to click ── you just had to check it out. Build your own boyfriend ; they really meant it when they said that. So , for the fun of it ; you've built your own boyfriend and ordered him. What you didn't expect was for your Robotic 'Boyfriend' to gain self awareness and for you to fall for him)
ೀ Stubbles and Kisses - @youngheejay (Sunghoon x fem!reader [established relationship])
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kxsagi · 23 hours ago
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Hello from Türkiye, I saw that ur request gonna be closed so can I request? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
Bllk boys with a reader that completely a sweetheart I mean like she's just so kind so polite and idk but I hope you understand what I mean👉🏻👈🏻
The Characters I want are ısagi, rin, kaiser,shidou,reo,yukimiya and if anyone you would like
Love ya(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)
“𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲”
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a/n: TURKEY OMGGG HIII IT’S SO AMAZING TO KNOW THERE ARE PEOPLE FROM SO FAR READING MY WORKS
i have a turkish best friend so it’s nice to see someone else of the same ethnicity! 
also sorry, i keep forgetting karasu and hiori have a kansai accent so forgive me for not using yer and ya 💀
ft. kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito, otoya eita, isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae
kaiser michael
honestly? he thought you were fake. 
no way someone could be that sweet and that polite. when you greeted him with a smile the first time and said “it’s really nice to meet you, thank you for your time!” he was waiting for the punchline. 
“schatz, are you in what they call a shojo anime?” 
he tries to act unfazed, but your gentle little “please don’t fight with ness today, he seems tired” or “remember to eat something healthy, okay? not just bread crumbs” hits his chest like a tranquilizer dart. 
your kindness rewired his ego. like he's still annoying, but now he’s your annoying. he actually behaves a little better when you’re around because he wants to impress you by being a “gentleman.” 
you’ll compliment his hair and he’ll say “of course it looks good, it’s mine,” but he’s blushing. 
if someone is even remotely rude to you, the man becomes unhinged. the contrast between “polite angel” and “egotistical menace ready to end careers” is shocking. 
“you should apologize to her.” “kaiser, it’s okay–” “no. say sorry. or i’ll make you cry.” 
shidou ryusei
babe. babe. babe. he calls you “mother teresa” with his whole chest and zero shame. 
“who raised you? are you like, legally allergic to being a bitch?” 
he’s constantly testing the limits of your patience just to see if you’ll ever snap. spoiler: you don’t. you just say “that wasn’t very nice, ryu…” with the saddest pout and he malfunctions. 
you once kissed his cheek after he got a yellow card and said, “good job keeping it to just one today!” and he stood there, stunned, like a dog hearing jazz for the first time. 
he picks fights with people who even look at you wrong. meanwhile you’re in the background like, “i’m so sorry, he’s just tired, please don’t mind him!” 
he lowkey develops a hero complex and brags about “protecting his precious princess” even though you're the one apologizing to the staff after he body slams someone for cutting in line. 
will never admit it, but your “thank you for existing” made him feel emotions he didn’t know existed. 
mikage reo
he has never met anyone like you. 
you made origami thank-you notes for his chauffeur. you offered the security guard cookies. you said “please take care of yourself” to a vending machine. 
he's floored. 
“how are you real? like, be honest. are you a disney princess on your day off?” 
he’s incredibly soft with you. you say “please” and “thank you” with such sincerity that he catches himself holding his breath. 
when you compliment him, he gets all flustered and bashful, which is wild because he used to be the king of confidence. 
if you get even slightly upset or disappointed, he immediately assumes the world is ending. he buys you flowers, books a dinner, sends you a paragraph apologizing for breathing wrong. 
also: this man will deck someone in a ¥500,000 suit if they mess with you. 
“you don’t talk to her like that. i don’t care if you’re the manager or god himself.” 
yukimiya kenyu
he is so enamored by your gentleness. your aura is just so soft. when you brush your fingers against his arm to get his attention, he swears time slows down. 
compliments from you are like scripture to him. if you say “i believe in you,” he’ll go out there and score three goals and cure world hunger. 
your kindness is so genuine that he finds himself wanting to be better, not just for you, but because you believe in goodness like it’s a religion. 
he can be a little self-critical sometimes, but when you gently hold his face and go “you’re doing enough, you’re more than enough,” he gets teary-eyed. 
he’s also very protective. 
like yes he looks classy and polite but if someone talks down to you, he’s throwing cutting shade and passive-aggressive comments so elegant you don’t even realize he just ruined someone’s life. 
“huh. people usually remember how to be respectful when they’re sober. how strange.” 
karasu tabito
your kindness drives him insane, in a good way. like “how is she real? how is she this sweet? and why do i wanna kiss her every time she says ‘excuse me’?” 
he’s a menace with his words, but he never disrespects you. he tries to rile you up, but it backfires because you’re just so genuinely kind. 
you say “thank you for walking me home!” and he goes “what, like i’d let someone else do it?” but he’s grinning like a boy with a crush. 
you bring him snacks, and instead of saying thank you, he’s like “why are ya the cutest person alive? genuinely. what the hell.” 
he starts lowkey doing good deeds just because he wants you to be proud of him. 
he’d never admit it, but your approval makes his whole day. if you say “you were really thoughtful today,” he plays it cool but he’s internally spinning like a fan. 
otoya eita
he loves calling you “angel” or “sweetheart” in the most dramatic tone possible because you are one. 
you could trip over air and say sorry to the ground. 
he teases you constantly but in the softest, most flirty way. like: “careful, babe, if you keep smiling at people like that, i’m gonna have to start throwing hands.” 
but fr if someone disrespects you? he flips a switch so fast it’s scary. 
you always try to de-escalate things like “it’s okay, he didn’t mean it–” while otoya’s cracking his knuckles like “no no, let him finish, i’m listening.” 
also? he flirts 50% to make you blush and 50% because he’s genuinely obsessed with how sweet you are. 
“you’re like a cupcake with a switchblade. all sugar until someone pisses me off.” 
isagi yoichi
he genuinely thought you were flirting the first time you said, “thank you for being so patient, you’re really kind!” 
and then you said the same thing to a waiter. and to a lost child. and to a bird. 
it hit him real quick: no, you’re just that kind. 
he didn’t know people like you existed, and now he’s devoted to protecting you like you’re a baby deer and he’s your bodyguard. 
your gentleness literally makes him better. like he finds himself thinking “would she be proud of me if i yelled at that guy? probably not.” 
you cheer for him at matches with the most genuine little claps and he will score just to make you happy. 
he literally folds when you cup his face and say “i’m really proud of you.” he’s down bad. 
if anyone is even slightly mean to you, he gets serious. not even mad, just terrifyingly calm. 
“what did you just say to her?” “yoichi, i-it’s fine–” 
“no. let me handle it.” 
itoshi rin
this man has zero idea how to handle you. 
he thought you were pretending. no one says “thank you for taking me to the station!” or “i hope you get home safe!” with that much sincerity. 
he used to just blink at you like ??? 
but then you started packing him bentos with sticky notes that said “you’ll do amazing today!!” and he started… feeling things. 
you’re the first person who ever softened him. he actually trusts you. 
like you’ll gently scold him for being rude like “rin… that wasn’t very kind…” and he’ll get quiet and apologize??? 
no one believes you tamed him. the other players are like “is that rin… holding her hand? with a neutral expression???” 
if anyone dares upset you, he’s immediately on high alert. “who was that?” “just an old classmate–” “what did he say? no, tell me. i’m not letting anyone talk to you like that.” 
itoshi sae
he teases the life out of you. 
“you’re so nice. it’s concerning.” “what do you mean you donated to a stray dog shelter again?” 
but the thing is… he adores it. he’s always been surrounded by fake smiles and cold ambition, so the fact that you’re genuinely kind? makes his heart ache a little. 
he’s not used to being around someone who isn’t transactional. who’s just good for the sake of it. 
the first time you told him “thank you for trying your best today,” he was quiet for the rest of the night. 
this man does not cry but he stared at the ceiling for 20 minutes trying to process that warmth. 
also: he’s now a menace to anyone who bothers you. 
“you’re not allowed to talk to her unless you pass my standards bar.” “sae, be nice–” “i am. this is me being nice.” 
he gives you forehead kisses and acts like you’re a fragile jewel, even though you’re probably stronger emotionally than everyone in his life combined. 
he’ll never admit it but your little “have a good day! drink water!” texts make him actually… drink water. and smile. 
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
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Junkie!Nam-Gyu x dealer!reader headcanons
Requested: Yes! Also sorry for this taking so long I had it scheduled and it never posted 😭
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He shows up at your place at 1:42AM, hoodie on, eyes wide, jaw tense—sweaty, trembling, pacing like he can’t be still. He’s knocking like the world’s ending.
The moment you open the door, he’s already begging. “One pill. Please. One. I’ll do anything.” His voice cracks mid-sentence and you know he means it.
If you try to close the door, he drops to his knees and physically holds onto your leg. Doesn’t even care how pathetic he looks.
“I’ll eat you out right here. Just give me something. I’ll make you cum so hard you forget what I even asked for.”
You can see the need in his eyes—and it’s not just the pills anymore. It’s you. He’s been using, but somehow you’ve become the real addiction.
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He’ll mouth over your thighs like he’s worshipping you, nuzzling between your legs with soft little whines. “Let me taste it. Come on, baby. You know I’m good with my mouth.”
He moans while going down on you, like your pussy is healing him. And the more you squirm, the messier he gets. Tongue everywhere. Soaked face. Shameless.
“Fuck—you like that? You want more? Let me fuck you. You can sit on the bag of pills while I do it. I don’t care.”
When he finally fucks you, it’s wild. Hair-pulling, breathless whining, his hands gripping your hips like a lifeline. He’s slamming into you, almost crying because it feels too good.
“You’re better than the high. Swear to God, I’d die inside you and thank you for it.”
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He doesn’t want to leave after. He’s curled into your chest, sweaty and still half-hard, whispering shit like:
“You’re all I got.”
“You’re better than anything in that bag.”
“Let me stay. I’ll be good. I’ll be yours.”
Will beg for another round just to avoid coming down. He’ll say he needs your body more than he needs the drugs—half a lie, half the truth.
And if you do give him a pill after? He kisses your hand like you’re his savior. Like he just sold his soul and wants to thank you for owning it.
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Authors note: This is rushed af lol so hope yall like this!
Love ya, Moon
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dreamivyisla · 3 days ago
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ᯓ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ᯓ
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𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ➤ Sammie Moore, Bo Chow, Elijah “Smoke” Moore, and Elias “Stack” Moore.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➤ a seductive streetwalker crosses paths with four troubled men from Sinners—each seeking release in their own way.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ➤ before anyone says anything, i didn’t know how to include Remmick in this at all. if anyone has any suggestions, i’ll update this and put him in it. i really don’t just do smut, i do angst and fluff as well— these are just things i had in my notes. also, i love Annie and Mary, im sooo sorry to their fans! enjoy!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➤ sexual content, profanity, 1930s au, misogyny, implied social inequality, prostitution, hair pulling, praise, mirror voyeurism, light breath play, threesome (MFM), dirty talk, creampie, facial, spit roasting, slight sibling voyeurism (if you squint), unprotected sex (wrap it), mild infidelity (Smoke is married to Annie), reader is black (but anyone can imagine themselves), semi public settings (woods, shop, and car). 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓! 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃!
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ᯓ 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐄 ᯓ
the cicadas were loud that night.
sammie slammed the front door so hard the frame shook, jaw clenched and chest puffed out like he meant to carry all his hurt in it. his daddy had gone off on him again, red in the face and hot with shame over something sammie never got a say in. didn’t matter what the boy tried to do—wasn’t never enough. so he stormed out ‘round sundown, boots crunching dry leaves, hands balled in fists like he might hit something just to feel his own power.
he didn’t go far. didn’t need to. the trees just outside town were close enough, thick and dark enough to hide in. he liked the quiet, liked being alone with his thoughts. but he wasn’t alone tonight.
you were leaning up against a tree with one leg bent, cigarette glowing between two fingers, dark skin catching what little moonlight broke through the branches. you looked him over once, then again slower, like you could taste the anger still burning off him.
“ain’t safe out here, sugar,” you said, voice low and knowing.
he didn’t say nothing at first. just stared. you were pretty in a way he didn’t know how to name. face soft, mouth even softer. but it was your eyes that got him—eyes that saw through folks, picked apart whatever armor they thought they had on.
“ain’t safe nowhere,” he muttered, finally stepping close.
your brows lifted, and your lips curved. “you lost or just mad?”
“don’t matter,” he said. “just needed outta there.”
you took a drag, then reached up to pull the cigarette from your lips and hold it out to him. he hesitated, then took it, fingers brushing yours. you leaned in real slow, smelling like something sweet and strong—cheap perfume, maybe, or flowers from town. you were dressed for work, short skirt and a blouse with too many buttons undone, but you held yourself like a woman who didn’t owe no man anything.
“you wanna work some of that heat off?” you asked, voice thick and sultry. “i can help you forget.”
his breath caught. he glanced back toward home, then down at your hand, now trailing slow along his belt. he didn’t ask what you meant. didn’t ask your name. just nodded, voice low and hoarse: “yeah… yeah, i want that.”
you took his hand and led him deeper into the trees, heels barely making a sound. the woods swallowed you both up.
the clearing was narrow and quiet. moss underfoot, pine needles falling slow from above. you pushed him back against a tree, rough bark scratching at his shirt. you moved like water, smooth and certain, all hips and hands and heat. he let you kiss him first—eager, unpracticed—but full of hunger. his mouth chased yours, breath ragged, teeth grazing your lip like he didn’t mean to but liked how you gasped.
his hands found your thighs, then slid up your skirt. you didn’t stop him. just whispered, “slow down, baby. let me take care of you.”
he didn’t expect you to drop down like that, knees sinking into dirt. didn’t expect your mouth warm around him, tongue patient and filthy. he bit down a groan, one hand braced on the tree, the other fisting your hair like it was all that grounded him. when you looked up, eyes glossy and full of heat, he damn near lost himself.
“shit—keep goin’. don’t stop,” he begged, voice cracking like something inside him just snapped loose.
you didn’t. you worked him slow, teasing your tongue along the underside, letting your spit coat him all the way down. he was thick and twitching in your mouth, hips jerking forward despite himself.
when he pulled you up, it was clumsy and greedy, mouth crashing against yours as he walked you backward. he laid you down on your back over the moss, one knee between your legs, your skirt bunched up around your waist.
“tell me you want this,” he murmured against your throat, voice almost broken.
you cupped his jaw, dragging your nails against the stubble. “i do, baby. want it all.”
he slid inside you slow, shuddering at the way your walls pulled him in. it wasn’t rushed—it was messy and breathless, him holding onto you like a lifeline, like you were the first real thing he’d touched in weeks. the moon hung overhead, pale and distant, but down here on the forest floor, it was hot skin and gasps and sweat.
“feels good?” you whispered, biting his earlobe.
“yeah… yeah, you feel too damn good.”
his rhythm got rougher, hands gripping your hips, eyes half-lidded and wild. he muttered your name between curses, begged you to keep sayin’ his. you scratched down his back when he hit that spot just right, and he moaned—loud, unashamed. the boy was falling apart inside you.
you wrapped your legs around him tighter, rode each thrust like it meant something. and to him, it did.
he came with his face buried in your neck, hips stuttering, voice hoarse and needy. he didn’t pull away right after. just lay there, chest heaving, arms wrapped around you like the woods might take you away if he let go.
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ᯓ 𝐁𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐖 ᯓ
the streets were quiet by the time you wandered up to the front of chow’s store. lantern light flickered dim behind the window, casting long shadows over the cans and jars still lined up neat on their shelves. you leaned against the wall beside the door, arms crossed, watching through the glass like you’d come to shop after hours.
but you weren’t there for dry goods.
bo chow was inside still, methodical as ever. sleeves rolled, eyes sharp. he didn’t rush—not even to close up. he moved with purpose, like a man who’d never known sloppiness, who found control in every motion. the silence around him was almost holy. you waited.
when he finally came to the front, key in hand, he noticed you right away. his gaze flicked up, settled on you for longer than polite. he didn’t open the door just yet.
you knocked once, slow. “evenin’, mister chow.”
he looked at you through the glass for a long moment. “store’s closed.”
“i figured,” you said. “but i ain’t here for bread.”
his eyes narrowed, but his mouth stayed soft. curious. you knew what you looked like—dark skin glowing against the lamp, lips painted, skirt short, the coat you wore not doing much to hide what you were. you watched the way his gaze dipped, then came back up to meet yours.
“you followin’ me?” he asked, finally unlocking the door.
you smiled and stepped inside as he held it open. “nah. i just know a man who needs unwindin’ when i see one.”
the shop smelled like dust and spice and something earthy. bo locked the door behind you. his footsteps were quiet against the floorboards, but you heard him coming close, stopping just inches away. the air was thick between you.
“you offer that to every man workin’ late?” he asked.
“just the ones who look like they never let themselves want somethin’.”
he didn’t answer right away. didn’t even touch you. he just looked—at your throat, your chest, your mouth. he smelled like tobacco and clean linen, the scent of someone who took care with how he carried himself. when he finally spoke, his voice was low.
“how much?”
you tilted your head. “depends on how long you want.”
he reached for his pocket, pulled out a few folded bills. “then don’t rush.”
you took the money and slid it into your coat, not breaking eye contact. “what do you want me to do, mister chow?”
he stepped forward, close enough for you to feel the heat off him. his hand rose, brushing the collar of your blouse. “take that off,” he said, quiet. “slow.”
the coat dropped first. then your fingers worked open the buttons of your blouse, one at a time, the soft fabric peeling back to show your bare chest. he watched like a man starved, eyes hooded but steady. he didn’t interrupt. didn’t speak. just let you give it to him slow, like he was studying something sacred.
“that all right?” you asked.
“it’s good,” he said, stepping behind you now. “but you’re overdressed.”
his hands came to your skirt, tugging it up inch by inch. you felt the rough callus of his thumb over the curve of your thigh, the warm breath against your neck. he didn’t kiss. not yet. just looked at you through the mirror behind the counter, hands sliding up your waist to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples until you gasped.
he liked that sound. you could feel it in the way his hands lingered, in the way his belt clicked open behind you.
“don’t turn around,” he murmured. “keep lookin’.”
you did. your reflection stared back, dark and glowing under the store’s lone overhead light. you looked fucked before he even touched you proper. he knew what he was doing—slow, careful, but deliberate. he lifted your leg up onto the edge of the counter, one knee bent, and slid two fingers between your thighs.
“you’re wet already,” he murmured, his voice flatter than it should’ve been.
“wanted you soon as you opened that door,” you breathed.
he pressed into you slow, fingers curling just right. his other hand wrapped around your throat—not choking, just grounding. your mouth parted, a moan caught low in your chest. he leaned in, finally letting his lips brush your jaw.
“you make a lotta noise?” he asked.
“when i’m fucked right.”
he grunted, then pulled out his fingers and pushed his cock between your thighs. he was thick and warm, sliding in slow while you braced yourself against the wood. the stretch made your eyes flutter, but you didn’t look away. he held you open with one hand on your hip, the other gripping the back of your neck.
“watch yourself take it,” he growled. “watch how good you look.”
you did.
he fucked you like he had something to prove—slow, deep thrusts that made the jars on the counter rattle. he didn’t talk much, just groaned low when your walls squeezed him, when you pushed back against his hips and begged for more.
“you ever done this here before?” you panted.
“no,” he said. “only you.”
you smiled, even through the moans. “guess i’m lucky.”
he didn’t answer. just fucked you harder, both of you framed in that dusty mirror, skin slick, eyes burning. he wrapped your braid around his fist and tugged just enough to arch your back.
you came first, gasping out his name, your whole body shuddering. he kept going through it, let you ride the wave before he stiffened behind you and came with a grunt, hips jerking against your ass.
when it was over, he stayed close. his breath was warm at your nape.
“you need water?” he asked, voice quieter now.
you nodded. “and a seat.”
he helped you fix your blouse, even though it stayed wrinkled, and led you to the back where it was darker. he didn’t say much more. just gave you the drink and let the silence fill back in.
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the gravel kicked up soft under the tires as smoke turned off the main road. they weren’t far outta town—just where the streetlights started thinnin’ and trees lined both sides like shadows that kept quiet. it wasn’t late, but it felt it. the kind of quiet that came after a long night, the kind where everything settled except the things boilin’ up inside a man.
stack had his boots propped up on the dash, jaw tight, cigarette half-burned between his fingers. he hadn’t said a word since they got in the car.
smoke kept his eyes on the road, hands tight on the wheel.
“mary said she ain’t waitin’ around,” stack muttered, finally. “she mean it this time.”
smoke didn’t answer right away. he never rushed his words. just drove a bit slower, head dipped like he was thinkin’.
“you love her?” he asked.
stack scoffed, took a drag. “i’m mad at her, not in love. she don’t listen. always talkin’, never hearin’ me.”
“so you pick fights to get her to feel you.”
stack turned to look at him. “you pickin’ sides now?”
smoke sighed through his nose. “i’m sayin’ you hurtin’. that’s all. figured drivin’ out here might cool your blood down.”
“ain’t nothin’ gonna cool me off tonight,” stack said, eyes low.
they pulled over by the edge of the trees, engine cutting out. smoke leaned back in the seat, rolled his shoulders, the air around them thick and humid. cicadas buzzed, same as they always did this time of year.
then came footsteps.
soft ones, but with a purpose. a shadow moved out from behind a bush up the road—a woman, hips swayin’, dark as night and wearin’ red like she meant for someone to stop. you had on heels, a skirt too short for decency, and lips painted like a sin.
stack leaned forward, grinning. “well, look at that.”
smoke frowned. “don’t.”
“don’t what?” stack asked, already half out the window. “evenin’, darlin’. you lost?”
you laughed, soft and low. “nah, baby. i found exactly where i need to be.”
“mm. that right?” stack stepped out the car, walked up with his usual attitude. “you workin’?”
“i ain’t standin’ here for fun.”
smoke stayed in the driver’s seat, watching you through the windshield. his jaw ticked. he was married. he didn’t play around. not like stack.
but you looked good. real good. skin like honey at dusk. lashes thick, hips round. you leaned over the passenger side, resting your arms on the open window.
“i can make you both feel better,” you said, eyes on stack first, then smoke. “you mad at your girl. and he—” you nodded at smoke, “—he look like he ain’t been touched in months.”
stack laughed. “she read you like a book, boy.”
smoke shook his head, but didn’t argue. “we don’t need all that tonight.”
“i do,” stack muttered.
you grinned, leaning in more. “i can start with him, if you wanna watch.”
stack looked to smoke, eyes lit with something cocky. “that alright, big brother?”
“man, you crazy.”
“you stay in the car. just lemme get a taste.”
smoke opened the door slow. stood up. the moon lit up half his face, serious as stone.
“she a stranger.”
“so? so was mary.”
smoke looked at you hard. you didn’t flinch. instead, you reached for stack’s belt, tugged it loose with a teasing smile.
“you want this?” you asked.
stack nodded, breath hot. “hell yeah.”
“then get in the back.”
you straddled stack in the backseat, legs spread over his lap, your hands braced on the window behind him. the car creaked under you, but you didn’t care. his cock was thick and twitching, and you took him slow, your slick heat swallowin’ him inch by inch. he grunted, head falling back, fingers bruising your hips.
“goddamn, girl… you tight.”
“you like that?” you breathed, rollin’ your hips deep.
“fuck yeah. bounce f’me.”
you moved with practiced rhythm—slow grind, fast drop, every motion makin’ stack grunt and curse. his head knocked the glass behind him, but he didn’t slow. his hands pulled your blouse down, mouth suckin’ hard on your nipple, groanin’ like a man finally let off his leash.
smoke stayed up front. for a while.
but he kept lookin’ back through the mirror. kept hearin’ the wet sound of your pussy takin’ stack’s cock, the slaps of skin, the little moans you made when stack whispered filth in your ear.
you caught his eye once—right in the mirror—and said, soft as sugar:
“you ain’t gotta just watch, baby. i got a mouth too.”
his hand clenched on the steering wheel.
“annie waitin’ for me.”
“so go home hard,” stack called, smirkin’. “or stay and get it wet like me.”
smoke opened the door.
he didn’t say nothin’. just walked around, opened the other back door, and slid in behind you. his hands went to your waist, grip firm.
“you sure?” he asked low against your neck.
“yeah,” you whispered. “i want both of you.”
stack didn’t stop fuckin’ up into you, even as you leaned forward to take smoke’s cock into your mouth. you opened wide, tongue out, eyes locked with his.
he hissed. “fuck, you nasty.”
you moaned around him, the sound buzzin’ down his spine. he held your head with care at first, then firmer, guiding your rhythm as you sucked him deep. his cock hit the back of your throat, and you took it, droolin’ all over his length.
stack was close. he fucked up into you faster, sweat runnin’ down his temple.
“she squeezin’ me so good. damn.”
you moaned again, drool and spit runnin’ down your chin as you choked on smoke’s dick. both of them were pantin’—stack inside you, smoke in your mouth, both brothers losin’ their minds.
you were used, worshipped, fucked full on both ends.
stack came first, holdin’ your hips tight as he spilled inside you with a loud groan. he bit your shoulder, ridin’ it out. smoke pulled your head back, stroked his cock over your tongue until he came too, thick and hot, lips parted as he cursed your name.
they both sat back, breathless.
you wiped your mouth, smiling slow. “anybody feel better now?”
stack laughed, chest still heaving. “shit… i feel brand new.”
smoke stared at you for a beat, then nodded once. “don’t tell nobody.”
“your secret’s safe,” you whispered, pulling your blouse up slow.
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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐕𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀.
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wonwunss · 2 days ago
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–ᝰ.ᐟ✮ Mingyu has had a crush on you since the moment he saw you in the hallway — and now, in your final year of university, fate (read: a cursed group project) finally gives him a chance to talk to you.
The only problem? Every time you so much as breathe near him, he malfunctions.
pairing: mingyu x f!reader
genre: fluff, university au, hallway crush to lovers, flustered Mingyu agenda, “hi baby” (he’s dead), reader is a menace and Mingyu loves it
word count: 1.7k
a/n: you’ll catch me in school everyday if someone like mingyu is my hallway crush 🥰🥹 also,, do feel free to send asks/requests!
He’s already at the table when you arrive — laptop open, notes spread out like he’s actually done the readings. But the way he jolts when you pull out the chair next to him makes you wonder if he’s always this jumpy.
You offer a polite smile. “Hey, sorry I’m late. The coffee line was insane.”
“No worries!” he says — a little too loud. A little too fast. “I’ve been here. I mean. Yeah. All good. It’s totally fine.”
You blink. He clears his throat, face already pink.
“I’m Mingyu, by the way,” he adds. “Since, y’know, we’ve never…”
“Right. I know who you are,” you say, smiling a little. “We’ve passed each other a few times.”
He short circuits a little at that. You noticed him?
“Oh. Yeah. Haha. Same. I mean — I’ve seen you. Around. In places. Like. School.” He shuts his mouth. “Wow. That was a sentence.”
You laugh, and he looks like he’s just been personally blessed by the heavens.
“Do you always talk like that?”
“Only when I’m nervous,” he blurts, then panics. “I mean not nervous in general. Just—today. This. You. I mean, this project.”
You raise an eyebrow, amused. “You good?”
“Yeah!” he says. “No! Wait — I mean, yes. I’m good.”
You stifle a laugh, glancing at your open notes. “You’re certainly interesting.”
He pauses.
Then stares at you.
“...Is that a compliment,” he asks, eyes wide, “or are you making fun of me?”
You glance sideways, lips twitching. “Yes.”
He blinks. And then grins, cheeks flushed but eyes shining.
Yeah, he’s doomed. And maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t mind.
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The second group meeting happens at the library — mostly because you both actually need to get something done this time. Mingyu, for all his nerves, is surprisingly efficient when he’s focused. Keyword: when.
Which is… not right now.
Because right now, you’re leaning over his laptop, your shoulder brushing his, and he swears his brain is buffering.
You point at something on the screen. “That part needs rewording.”
“Yeah,” he says, voice cracking. “Re…word. Definitely. Rewordification.”
You blink.
He wants to disintegrate.
You glance at him sideways. “You good?”
He gives a weak thumbs-up. You smile, and he almost forgets how to breathe.
Then, casually — too casually — you lean a little closer, pretending to read his notes, and say, “Y’know, for someone who was short-circuiting last time, you’re kinda cute when you’re panicking.”
His fingers freeze mid-typing.
“…Sorry, what?” he asks, a little too high-pitched.
You hum, pretending to focus on your own notes now. “Nothing.”
Mingyu stares at you. At the way you’re clearly not looking at him. At the faintest smile tugging at your lips.
And then? He short-circuits again. Not outwardly — he tries to play it cool — but his thoughts are just a blur of:
“did she just call me cute?”
“she did”
“SHE DID”
“play it cool play it cool—WAIT am I smiling too much??”
“does she know I’m smiling?? stop smiling”
“I CAN’T STOP SMILING—”
He’s so deep in this spiral that he doesn’t even notice you sneaking a glance.
You catch the pink in his cheeks. The subtle, dazed little grin he’s trying to hide. You bite your lip.
Got him.
“Didn’t expect that, did you?” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.
He turns to you with wide eyes, like he’s been caught.
And then groans, hiding his face in his hands. “I’m so in trouble.”
You laugh softly, nudging his foot with yours under the table. “Only a little.”
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He’s determined.
He’s ready.
Mingyu walks into the third project meeting like he’s got a script and a game plan and maybe even a playlist to boost his confidence beforehand. You’re already seated, sipping on iced coffee, flipping through your notes like it’s any other day.
But he knows. Today is the day he returns fire.
“Hey,” you greet with a smile.
He breathes in. Cool. Calm. Charismatic.
“Hey,” he replies — then leans casually against the table. “You look… like a problem.”
You blink.
A beat passes.
“…What?”
He panics. “Wait—no. That came out wrong—”
You raise an eyebrow. “I look like a problem?”
“Not in a bad way!!” he rushes, hands waving. “Like a… a pretty problem. You know. Like the kind of problem people want to have?”
You just stare.
He groans into his hands. “I had a whole line planned. I practiced it in the mirror. I even wrote it down in my Notes app. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.”
You’re already laughing. “Okay, I need to hear the original line now.”
He peeks at you between his fingers, red in the face. “…I was gonna say you look dangerously pretty.”
You pause. “Oh.”
“Like, dangerous in a flirty way!” he adds quickly. “Like—ugh. I don’t know. I’m not good at this.”
You tilt your head, trying to contain your grin. “Do you always rehearse your lines in advance?”
He groans. “Only when I have a crush on the person I’m talking to.”
You freeze. He freezes. You both freeze.
“…Was that—” you begin.
“—too soon?” he cuts in.
“No,” you say, recovering faster than him. “Just unexpected.”
You smile, leaning forward just a little — enough to bring back that flustered look in his eyes.
“Guess I’ll have to keep you on your toes then.”
Mingyu looks like he’s actively fighting for his life.
“God,” he mumbles, half-laughing, “you’re gonna destroy me.”
And honestly?
You’re kinda okay with that.
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It’s supposed to be just another project work session — final tweaks, formatting the slides, finishing up citations. You’re sitting side by side at the library table, laptops open, drinks slowly turning watery with melted ice.
And everything is normal.
Until you reach over to grab his iPad to scroll through something — and your hand brushes against his. Just a fleeting touch. But he freezes. Like he’s been tased.
You glance at him. “You okay?”
He nods.
But he is very much not okay. His brain has quite literally shut down.
"Her hand touched mine."
"She touched me."
"I can never wash this hand again—wait, what the hell—"
"Why is my heart beating like an alarm clock—"
You blink. “Gyu?”
The nickname doesn’t help. In fact, it actively hurts his emotional stability.
And then, just to be more of a menace than usual, you sigh softly and say, “Y’know, you’re really handsome when you’re focused.”
You look at him for all of one second. And that’s it. He chokes on air. Like—full-on coughs, splutters, stares at you like you just cast a spell.
“You what?” he manages, eyes wide.
You smirk, perfectly innocent. “Did I stutter?”
“You… you called me handsome.”
“I did.”
“That’s not—you can’t just say that,” he sputters, trying to play it off but his entire existence is blushing.
“Why not?” you shrug, leaning on your hand. “It’s true.”
Mingyu opens his mouth. Closes it. Then opens it again—“Okay, nope. That’s it. I have to say this or I’m gonna explode.”
You raise a brow, intrigued. “Say what?”
He sits up straighter, eyes wild, cheeks pink, hands a little shaky.
“I like you,” he blurts. “I’ve had a crush on you since week one. No—before that. Since I saw you in the hallways last semester and you were wearing those blue headphones and you didn’t even look at me but I was like, woah, she’s cute and probably smarter than me—and then we got paired for this project and I thought I’d get over it but you’re so cool and confident and now you’re touching my hand and calling me handsome and—”
He stops, breathing hard.
You stare. Slowly, you close your laptop.
“Well,” you say, “that was a whole monologue.”
“I know,” he whispers. “Please forget all of it. I’m dying.”
But you’re already leaning closer. And you smile.
“...I like you too, you dork.”
He blinks. “Wait—you do?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Even after that?” he gestures at himself in panic.
“Especially after that.”
And maybe the worst part — or best part — is that you lace your fingers with his under the table like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And he’s just sitting there, dazed and pink, fully convinced he hallucinated the last five minutes.
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"So..."
"So?"
"So."
Three of Mingyu’s closest friends stare at him like he’s a puzzle they’re seconds from solving. Which, to be fair, he is.
Because ever since that group project ended, he’s been suspiciously… glowy. Smiling at his phone, humming while waiting for coffee, and not even reacting when Seokmin stole his fries last week.
Suspicious.
And then one of them saw it.
You. Walking past the café table where the boys were sitting. You, tapping Mingyu lightly on the shoulder. You, whispering something in his ear that made his face do a full RGB light show. And you, walking away like nothing happened while Mingyu sat there looking like he had just witnessed God.
Hence, the current interrogation.
Seungkwan squints at him. “You’re dating her, aren’t you.”
Mingyu blinks. “Who?”
“Don’t play dumb,” Seokmin groans. “She was right in front of all our faces a few minutes ago!.”
“I—no—I mean—technically—” Mingyu tries.
“So that’s a yes.”
“I didn’t say yes—”
“You didn’t have to.”
Mingyu groans and hides behind his drink, cheeks already visibly betraying him. “It’s not that big of a deal,” he mumbles.
Joshua raises an eyebrow. “You’ve liked her since before we even had that stats module.”
“Yeah, and now she likes me back,” Mingyu says, pretending to be chill while his ears turn bright pink.
“Whipped,” Seungkwan sings.
“Head over heels,” Seokmin adds.
“Down astronomically,” Joshua finishes.
Mingyu glares at all of them. “You guys are the worst.”
Then:
“Hi, baby.”
Four heads snap around.
You’re standing there behind Mingyu, tote bag over your shoulder, smile easy and sweet like you didn’t just send Mingyu flying off the planet. Your hand goes to his shoulder like it belongs there, and you give it a light squeeze.
Mingyu, in real time: 😳💥🧠💥🫠💥🔴🔴🔴
He short-circuits so hard he forgets what words are. His mouth opens. No sound comes out. His friends are frozen, watching this happen like it’s the Super Bowl.
“Ready to go?” you ask, completely innocent.
He nods. Frantically. You smile, wave at the guys, and walk off ahead.
And Mingyu? Still hasn’t moved.
Seungkwan leans forward, grinning. “Baby?”
Mingyu slaps a hand over his own face. “I’m not gonna survive this, am I.”
Joshua claps his shoulder solemnly. “Nope.”
Seokmin hands him his abandoned fries. “You’re gonna need these.”
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khuzena · 9 hours ago
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The best dad in the world!
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𐙚 PAIRING: Phainon/AFAB!Reader
𐙚 SUMMARY:In this lifetime, he is no hero. He is no god. He does not bear the weight of the world��only the quiet, ordinary weight of responsibility. A life too mundane, yet a life full of warm memories. Phainon learns how to raise his daughter while caring for you, the love of his life. Through six grounded steps, Phainon does not save the world. He learns to hold it gently, one bottle, one memory, and one bedstory at a time.
𐙚 C.W: memory loss, distress, comfort, fluff, hopeful ending, identity anxiety, caregiver phainon, implied medical consultations (?)
𐙚 A/N: im on fire im so obsessed with phainon I didn't go to school today to write two fics......... BUT IN MY DEFENSE I WAS ILL AND IT DIDNT STOP RAINING TIILL IT WAS 10 AM SO I HAVE AN ACTUAL EXCUSE TO NOT GO. butttttttttttttttttttttt..... didn't do assignments. idgaf atp sit back and enjoy
𐙚 W.C: 3.7k
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How did Phainon become the best dad in the world? He only followed six steps—just six!
Step One: Learn how to hold her
1. Cradle gently. Always support the neck. Your daughter calla was born in late autumn, when the air outside was dry and restless and the light came in gold through the window blinds. Phainon’s hands trembled the first time he touched her—slow, careful, as if her bones might scatter like powdered glass. You watched him tuck her into the crook of his arm with the reverence of someone handling something sacred.
Calla curled her tiny fist around his pinky like it was already hers. He looked stunned. Breath hitched. He was a man not used to being speechless, learning how fast silence can mean love.
2. Get used to watching. Phainon didn’t sleep that first night. Your husband sat next to the bassinet and watched her chest rise and fall. Every few minutes, he leaned forward, fingers barely above her stomach, just to be sure. You woke to find him still sitting there, blanket draped over his shoulders, whispering her name under his breath like it was a spell he needed to learn by heart.
3. Write it down, even if it’s messy. By day two, he had started keeping a tiny notebook in his pocket. It wasn’t neat. It wasn’t poetic. It was mostly timestamps: 2:41 AM: hiccup. 3:27 AM: sneezed 3x. 6:00 AM: got trapped in the blanket. You teased him at first. But he didn’t stop. Later, you caught him drawing a tiny sketch of her face next to the word ‘miracle.’
You found him again the next morning, curled awkwardly in the rocking chair with Calla asleep on his chest. His hair was a mess. One sock was missing. The notebook was open on the floor, scrawled halfway through a sentence. But he looked... peaceful.
“She fell asleep on me,” he said, as if apologizing.
You smiled, leaning in to pick up the fallen notebook. “You drooled on page four.”
“I was exhausted,” he muttered.
“She still looks okay with you.”
“I’m getting better at it,” he said softly. His eyes dropped to her. “I think she knows.”
He brushed his thumb lightly over her cheek. You sat beside them, close enough to hear the slow breath shared between them.
It was new. It was exhausting. It was terrifying. But Phainon wasn’t flinching anymore.
She stirred. He adjusted. You leaned on his arm.
Step two: Keep the house running
1. Wake up first. Check her breathing. Reheat the milk. Phainon started setting alarms five minutes before the goblin usually stirred. So it didn’t matter that he hated mornings. It didn’t matter that his left arm still tingled from where she slept on it. He makes sure to roll out of bed quietly, check her chest for those soft, steady breaths, then shuffle into the kitchen. Warm bottle. And then two scoops, not three. Shake, test on wrist. He got it wrong the first week—too hot, too cold, too foamy. But he learned.
2. Take over what you forget. Don’t comment on it. He started checking the stove behind you. Rewriting the grocery list when you skipped ingredients. Moving your shoes from the hallway before you tripped again. It wasn’t a conversation. He didn’t tease, didn’t hover, didn’t ask are you okay?. He just did it. When you left a laundry basket outside for three days, it was suddenly folded on the couch, the onesies rolled up like tiny burritos. You didn’t even notice until you smelled the softener.
3. Keep the tone soft. Laugh when she laughs. Let the silence stretch. Sometimes you forgot mid sentence what you were saying. Sometimes you’d trail off with a wooden spoon still in your hand, blinking at nothing. Phainon never rushed you. He’d pick up where you left off if you remembered, or shift the conversation gently away if you didn’t. He learned to fill the quiet with humming. Calla always giggled at that—especially when he hummed off key.
The kettle clicked. Phainon didn’t turn it off immediately. He waited in the hallway, listening.
Calla was shrieking—happy shrieking, the kind only infants made when they discovered their own voice. You were trying to distract her with a plushie, but she was more interested in your hair, which she’d somehow managed to grab in both fists.
“Ow,” you murmured, smiling despite yourself. “She’s stronger today.”
“Can't believe you're losing to a kid.” Phainon chuckled from the doorway.
You snorted. “Help me.”
He walked over, hands raised like he was approaching a crime scene. “Alright, Commander Calla. Hands off the hostage.”
She laughed. He untangled your strands with surprising gentleness.
You sat back against the crib wall. “I was going to do the laundry.”
“I already did.”
“The dishes?”
“Already drying.”
Your brows furrowed, “I swear I washed the dishes…”
Phainon sighed, “No, love. I did, just five minutes ago.”
“Huh?”
When your eyes darted to the sink, it was squeaky clean without a plate greasy with soy sauce. 
“Huh,” You bit your lip as Calla grabbed your finger through the crib, “Weird.”
Step Three: Pay attention without taking control (important!)
1. Notice patterns, not incidents. It’s good Phainon didn’t panic the first time it happened. Normally, people forget things. He’d forgotten Calla’s pediatrician’s name three times (the doc was an asshole anyways). So when you blinked down at the laptop on your lap and couldn’t name them for five seconds, he waited. Watched. Didn’t draw attention to it. But he made a note.
2. Don’t jump in, you wait until they ask. When you blanked on the bottle’s formula ratio, he didn’t correct you. He watched you count one scoop, hesitate, then say “Is it two?” and laugh. “I’m sleep-deprived,” you said. “Or getting old.” He nodded, smiled, and passed you the second scoop.
3. Learn the difference between being careful and being afraid. Phainon began building quiet systems. Tiny labels on things. He made color coded reminders on the fridge. There’s a highlighted bookmark with a sticky note saying,  “You stopped on page 211.” He pretended calla needed them. Said it was for her when she got older. You played along.
The next day, you forgot the word for “scissors.”
You had them in your hand. You were trying to say something, something about trimming calla’s little pink paper crown—and the word just slipped out of your brain like water through a crack. You paused, staring at your fingers.
“It’s fine,” you muttered a moment later. “I meant scissors.”
Phainon glanced up from the floor, where he was helping Calla stick stars onto a paper sky. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you said too quickly. “Yeah. Just a brain fart.”
He didn’t push. Just handed you a new glue stick.
Later that evening, he watched you go quiet during a show—when a side character appeared and you squinted, confused. You said, “Wait, who’s she again?” then laughed. “Sleep deprived,” you said. “My brain’s pudding lately.”
He smiled. But he wrote it down in his notebook that night. Quietly. Just one word: Pudding.
The next day, he added new labels to the kitchen: milk, kettle, sugar, rice. Phainon drew tiny doodles next to each one so it wouldn’t look like pity. There’s even a crooked smiley face on the coffee jar. 
When you saw it, you rolled your eyes. “You’re labeling the house like a preschool.”
“For Calla,” he said.
“Sure it’s not for me?”
He leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “I just don’t want her to think sugar goes in soup.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, and he grinned like that was all the confirmation he needed.
But later that night, when he heard you whispering the formula ratio to yourself under your breath—twice, then three times—his chest ached.
You weren’t laughing that time.
Step Four: Stay gentle when it gets hard
1. Don’t correct, you guide. When you forgot the bottle in the microwave, Phainon didn’t scold you. He simply took it out before it overheated, swirled it twice, and handed it to you with a smile. “Still warm,” he said. “Just in time.”
2. Build backups. Not large fences. He started preparing a second set of bottles every morning, “just in case.” He left sticky notes not just for you (they’re yellow this time), but from Calla, signed in crayon: 'Mommy, remember my blanket!' It made you laugh.
3. Laugh when it’s safe. Hold still when it’s not. When you called Calla “Clara” by mistake, then immediately corrected yourself with a forced grin, Phainon made a joke about time travel. “She’s been secretly switching dimensions,” he said, ruffling her hair. But when you didn’t laugh, just stared down at your hands… he didn’t say anything else. He just sat closer. Let the silence be soft.
It was late afternoon when you paused mid-sentence and blinked at the refrigerator like it had spoken.
Phainon looked up from the kitchen. “You good?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, biting your cheek. “Just… trying to remember if I fed her lunch.”
“She had applesauce at twelve. And that weird beet thing.”
You breathed out. “Right.”
He didn’t say you forgot again. He just pulled out a tupperware and handed you the leftovers. “Want to try some? She spit it out dramatically, so obviously it’s gourmet.”
You chuckled. “Then that’s gourmet beet disaster.”
Calla, now big enough to sit up with a little wobble, banged her spoon on her tray and shrieked with laughter.
You smiled.
But that night, when you tried to read her a bedtime story and stumbled on the first line—Once upon a... and then nothing, your throat closed.
You stared at the page like it had betrayed you. Like the words were in a language you used to know.
Phainon sat beside you and turned the page for you.
“...dragon,” he murmured softly, like it was just part of the story. “There was a dragon who blew out pink fire, protecting the castle from evil thieves.”
Your fingers gripped the edges of the book.
He didn’t touch you, he just kept reading. Slowly. Softly. One line at a time.
By the third page, you joined in again.
You didn’t say thank you.
But you leaned your head on his shoulder and whispered, “You’d make a good narrator, a damn good one.”
And he whispered back, “Only because you taught me the stories.”
Step Five: Stay when the sun sets early
1. Learn the new rhythm, even when it doesn't make sense To him, calla was easier to soothe than you, these days. She was growing. Her legs are longer, her voice louder, and her questions sharper. You were slipping. Quietly. Slowly. At first, it was just phrases. Then it was faces. Then the rhythm of whole days. The world tilted when you spoke sometimes. A phrase misaligned. A sentence cut short. But Phainon never corrected you. He followed your tempo. He matched your stride. So when you asked the same question three times, he answered it three times, each time with the same tone, the same patience, like it was brand new.
2. Design a map for the days they forget where they are (another important one) He rearranged the house without saying anything. Labels in your handwriting, carefully traced over by his. A laminated list on the fridge: Breakfast, pills, water. Calla’s bath. Lemon tea. More crooked doodles next to each (all in either pink, blue, yellow, or violet). Calla helped color them. She liked the part where the sun had a sleepy face beside “bedtime.” You once sat on the kitchen floor staring at it, tears brimming, and whispered, “It’s a cheat sheet.” Phainon knelt beside you and touched the corner of the list. “No. It’s a map. For when you get lost.” You cried harder.
3. Let the silence say what words can’t There were days you didn’t speak at all. He’d see you just sit by the window, tracing invisible shapes on your thigh, eyes half-focused on the garden you used to care about. Phainon was the one taking care of the garden, you keep forgetting to. Calla would waddle over, hand you her scribbled pictures, then climb into your lap like nothing was wrong. Phainon watched from the hall. So sometimes he’d take a photo. Not to remember you fading, but to prove that, even on the worst days, love still gathered quietly around you like dust catching sunlight.
It was raining when it got bad.
Calla was crying in the next room. Not loud, she was just the confused, sleepy whimper of a child waking too soon. You had gone to get her.
You didn’t come back.
Phainon found you in the hallway, barefoot, clutching a pillow against your chest like a lifeline. Your eyes were wide. Not scared. Not teary. Just… blank.
“She was crying,” you whispered.
“She’s okay,” he said softly. “You already held her. You sang to her.”
You looked down at the pillow like it might transform and grow a pair of eyes. “Is this her?”
Phainon didn’t flinch. He walked toward you, slow, deliberate, arms already reaching.
You didn’t fight him.
You just sagged into his chest, and the pillow slipped from your fingers.
Later, when you were asleep on the couch, wrapped in a blanket you didn’t remember owning, Calla clambered onto his lap and asked, “Is mama sick forever?”
Phainon didn’t answer right away. He held her close. Buried his nose in her hair.
Then, quietly he said, “She’s still here. That’s what matters.”
Phainon had decorated the house quietly. Streamers in yellow and pink. A paper crown. Her name on the wall.
She ran to you holding her little cake plate. “Mama, look! Six candles! I’m six!”
You blinked down at her, confused. “Is it…?”
Your voice faded.
Phainon stepped in before she noticed.
“Time for a dance party,” he said, scooping her up. “Go on, show us your best moves.”
You smiled, stiff. Shaky.
Later, in the quiet of the bathroom, you pressed your hand against the sink to steady yourself.
“I forgot.”
Phainon knelt down and rested his head against your hip, eyes closed.
“Only for a second.”
“A second’s enough.”
“No,” he whispered. “It’s not. Not when I still have you.”
You didn’t say anything.
You just turned off the lights, curled into his chest, and cried so quietly it barely echoed.
He started humming to you more after that.
Songs you’d made up for calla. The little nonsense melodies that just looped. He played them while he cooked, while he brushed your hair, while you napped beside the laundry basket.
He kept all your old voice recordings, the ones where you were giggling in the middle of telling a bedtime story or teasing him about his loud snoring. Sometimes he played them in the kitchen while he washed dishes, pretending not to be crying into the soap bubbles.
Sometimes, when you heard your own voice, you’d smile.
Sometimes, you didn’t recognize it.
One night, you asked him if the stars were always this bright.
Phainon looked up. “They haven’t changed.”
“Oh.” You paused. “Maybe it’s me.”
He didn’t correct you.
He just took your hand and held it like it was the only thing anchoring the sky.
Step Six: He lets you keep living, even if it’s different now
It didn’t get better in the way people hoped. There wasn’t some magic pill, no reversal, no dramatic recovery where you suddenly remembered the date or brewed tea with perfect timing. Obviously, the ttruth was quieter than that. It’s just that some memories never came back. Some sentences still trailed off. You forgot words in the middle of them. Once, you asked Phainon where your daughter was while she was holding your hand.
But the worst of it passed.
You still got bad days, yes. Mornings when the fog didn’t lift until noon. Evenings when you cried for no reason you could name. But you weren’t vanishing. You were still here. And Calla was growing.
So Phainon adjusted. Again.
1. Never wait for the old normal to return. Make new ones, every single day. Mornings became slower. Softer. Phainon would prep breakfast before either of you woke—toast sliced in neat triangles, a post-it beside your cup reminding you: Add honey, not salt. (You did that once.) He’d kiss your temple and ask how you slept. Most days, you smiled. Some days, you asked, “Did we already talk?” And he’d smile back and say, “Not yet. But we are now.”
Calla, now four, understood more than she let on.
She started calling them “loop days.” When you seemed quieter. Tired. When your words got looser.
“Papa, is it a loop day?”
“Maybe,” he’d say. “Let’s make it a good one anyway.”
2. Tell her the truth, even when it's hard (and especially when it's hard!!) He didn’t lie to Calla. Not once. Not when she asked why her mom stared at walls sometimes. Not when she asked why you forgot that she liked pink and not purple.
“She’s still your mama,” he’d say, tucking her in. “Her brain just gets really sleepy sometimes. That doesn’t mean her heart forgets you.”
Calla would think for a bit, then nod. “She still loves me sleepy.”
“Exactly,” he’d say, brushing back her curls. “Exactly that.”
3. Let you help, let you love, and even if it’s not perfect. Calla started drawing more. Pictures of the three of you holding hands, but sometimes she made your face with a blue swirly cloud instead of a mouth. When Phainon asked why, she said, “That’s for when mama’s words are hiding!”
You cried a little when you saw it.
Not loudly. Just quietly. Hands to your mouth, staring at the paper like it had rewritten the world for you.
4. Keep telling her stories of who you were, and who you still are. Phainon started keeping a journal. It’s not just for himself. For you. For Calla. A collection of your favorite things: the recipes you used to recite by heart, the way you used to hum when watering plants, your childhood dream of becoming an astronaut. He read parts of it aloud sometimes. On the porch, while you napped. While Calla scribbled in her own tiny glitter notebook beside him.
“This is the story of the bravest girl I ever met,” he would say.
Sometimes your eyes fluttered open. And sometimes you said, “Tell me again.”
So he did.
Every time.
One winter morning, the heater broke.
You’d both forgotten to get it checked.
Calla came into the living room in double socks and her favorite dragon hoodie, rubbing her eyes. “Papa, it’s cold.”
“I know, bug. We’re working on it.”
You were curled up on the couch, staring at the window like it was made of stars. Your hair was tied unevenly, your slippers on the wrong feet (one is blue, the other is green), but you looked peaceful.
“Do you remember the name of that soup you made last winter?” Phainon asked gently, kneeling by the coffee table. “The one with garlic and those weird glass noodles?”
You blinked. “Hmm. The broth was light… I remember the steam, it made me sneeze.”
“That’s good. That’s something.”
“...And… I added lemon last, didn’t I?”
Phainon smiled. “You did.”
That night, you made it together. You forgot the salt. Calla added too much parsley. But it was warm. And everyone had second servings. And afterward, Calla dozed off with a noodle stuck to her cheek, and you laughed so hard you cried.
It wasn’t perfect. But it was real.
And then one spring evening arrived, Calla came home from school holding a glitter covered project.
It was a poster. Neon purple, slightly crooked, full of stickers. At the center: a drawing of your little house. Crayoned faces. Her wavy hair. Your loose sweater. Phainon’s brows.
At the top, big letters:
“The best dad in the world!”
He blinked at it. “This is for me?”
She nodded proudly. “We had to draw our hero.”
Phainon knelt down, folding her into a hug.
“But I didn’t do anything big,” he said, half joking. “I didn’t fight dragons. I didn’t build spaceships.”
“You helped mama not disappear,” she whispered into his chest.
That was the moment he finally cried. Not quiet tears this time. Full ones. His shoulders shook. You reached across the couch and gripped his hand.
You still forgot things. But not everything. You remembered Calla’s laugh. The way she tapped her fork twice before eating. You remembered Phainon’s hand, always steady on your back when you faltered. You remembered how you loved him. Still loved him.
Even when words were hard.
Even when days blurred.
That part never faded.
The next weekend, you three took a walk.
A short one. Just down the street. Calla skipped ahead with a stick she found, waving it like a wand. You held onto Phainon’s arm. The wind felt nice on your skin. You didn’t remember where the old bakery used to be, but you remembered the taste of lemon tea, and how he always ordered one for you without asking.
You leaned your head on his shoulder.
“Thanks,” you whispered.
He looked down. “For what?”
“For holding everything. When I couldn’t.”
He shook his head.
“You’re still here,” he said. “You’re still holding me.”
So, how did Phainon become the best dad in the world?
He only followed six steps, just six.
And none of them were ever grand. None of them fixed what couldn’t be fixed.
But they built something gentler. Something enduring, something warm and soft.
A home that reshaped itself around grief without breaking.
A daughter who never stopped feeling loved.
And a partner, who forgot more things with each passing season, but never once forgot what safety felt like when held in his arms.
In the end, Phainon never needed the world to call him a hero.
He just needed Calla to smile when he tucked her in at night.
And you—to reach for his hand, even if you forgot why.
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Notes: This was easy, i alr started writing since 6 am. Fanfic writing has become a full time job atp. But idrgaf. I need to train my writing skills for a portfolio anddddddddddd yeah. I promised my friends
Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡ 
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motzglorp · 1 day ago
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You think Soap has ADHD energy? Meet the missus!
Everyone knows that Soap gets distracted easily when he doesn't have anything to focus. Outside of missions he gets restless and if he is bored he shouldn't be left without supervision.
They made it to the safehouse, got a good night's sleep and had another day to spend until transport was ready and would be on mandatory leave for the next two weeks. So of course they were talking about their plans.
Price had promised Kyle to show him his cabin by the lake and nobody commented on the faint blush under his beard or how Kyle's touch lingered a bit longer than usual. To be honest Soap and Ghost were betting on who would catch the kissing first.
Ghost didn't have plans so he was actually contemplating taking Soaps offer to stay at his house for a while.
"Honestly, ye should see what ma bonnie made of that place. Real cozy now." Soap was talking away, not noticing the other three staring at him.
"Come again? Your whatnow?" Asked Kyle.
"My Bonnie? The missus? Ma wife? You forgot about my wife?" Johnny seemed to be undecided whether to be angry or confused.
"Soap... You never told any of us. You mentioned a bird now and then. You mean to tell us it was the same one the whole time? You been stable? Since when?"
Now that made Soap think. "Ah mean.. known her forever. Stable for some years now, as stable as we can be. Proposed last summer we just didn't get around actually speaking the vows." He looked a bit sheepish. "Ah never told you? Sure 'bout that?"
Price didn't know how to react, other than: "You better marry her as soon as you are in the same country. If she hasn't left you by now she will never and you need to make sure the paperwork is all set up, just in case."
"And you should probably introduce us, so she won't be scared if one of us appeared on your doorstep." Kyle added.
"Actually, we can do that right now, we have a satellite connection."
Johnny was still trying to remember if he really had forgotten to mention the most important person in his life to the other most important people in his life, so he just acted on autopilot when Kyle shoved a tablet in his hands, starting a video call.
They all gathered around the screen, watching as the lights flickered and a disheveled face came into view, round face, sleepy eyes, hair sticking in every direction.
"Tha' you babe? You alive?" Johnny immediately had a smile plastered on his face. "Alive and kicking, didn't even get shot. Listen, sorry I woke you, wasn't my idea. But remember we planned our wedding to be with all friends and family and my captain could stand in for you dad since he is not invited and all and. Maybe I forgot to tell them.. about you.. like.. ya ken?" He sounded not as nervous as someone should sound who forgot his fiancé as soon as he was away.
You just blinked. "Johnny... Are you serious?" It was hard to tell if you were angry or not. "Okay, I just want to know: Did you forget because you already did it in your head or because you forgot to remember?"
"Bit of both? Bit like you forgot to tell your sister." Johnny admitted, grinning.
You giggled "Oh that was fun. Well, when she talked to me again. Oh, I should call her." You got up, apparently already forgetting you were on a call, looking for something. They could see your bedroom, organised chaos, plants, some pictures of Johnny, all in all a cozy home.
"Have you seen my laptop?" You wondered, confused when you heard a snort from Ghost. "What.. ooh... Hi there. You must be Ghost, yeah? Good thing you wear that mask, I am terrible with faces. And you are Gaz, right? You're pretty. Johnny he is so pretty, why am I marrying you again?"
"Because you love me and nobody else can tolerate either of us so we are stuck with each other?" came the answer like a well used banter.
"True. I do love you. But I also haven't slept for two days because I was building something. A surprise. When are you home? Don't tell me, just text. Please. Bring the boys. Oh, Captain Price, could you marry us? Or is that just a Ship Captain thing? Might be, I never cared, but that would be very practical. Give me a week to get everyone together and we could have the ceremony in the backyard, I can wait with the new greenhouse, so we would have the space." You were making notes on something that looked like a pizza box, lost in thoughts already.
You seemed to have forgotten you were still on the call, writing down things. Until you heard Price laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.
"Oh, I drifted. Sorry, didn't take my meds, I promise I'm better at this when I sleep. So.. are you coming to the wedding or not? And bring my future husband with you, in case he forgets again."
You were not angry at all. One of the reasons they worked was that you never got angry with each other about stuff like that. You knew each other for too long to try and change or 'fix' the other. If there was a problem or hurt feelings you would address it and work on a solution.
Ghost just looked at Soap. "You really found that one girl with even less ability to focus, did ya?"
Johnny just nodded happily, "She is absolutely perfect."
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vanillaxbambi · 24 hours ago
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+•#behind the camera || lee heesung.
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+•pairing: childhood crush-> idol!heeseung x make-up artist!reader
+* wc: 5.5k
+•contains: eventual smut, mature content. mdni. will add more contents in later chapters.
synopsis: Ten years ago, you broke a boy’s heart with a single sentence on a moving bus. Now he’s a global idol, and you’re the makeup artist assigned to his face for a vampire-themed concept shoot. The moment he sits in your chair—long legs, lazy smirk, fangs and all—you feel it: tension. History. Trouble. Heeseung remembers you. All of you. And worse—he’s not letting you forget. He flirts effortlessly. Teases you in front of cameras. Asks about the past with too much familiarity and not enough mercy. You keep your brush steady, your voice calm, but behind the scenes? He’s unraveling you thread by thread. You swore you were over it. You swore he wouldn’t matter. But now, under the bright lights and his sharper-than-ever gaze, you’re starting to wonder— did you reject a boy…or just delay a man who was far too confident?
m i k a🌷: sooo because of felix flirting with Risabae as she does his make up and making her all flustered…. i thought, hmm 🤔that’s lowkey sooo heeseung coded. (i’m also on a heeseung trip rn so don’t at me okay) reblog and comment so i know that i’m not just here alone losing my mind.
🎀taglist: No pressure to you beautiful flowers to read at all! I love youuuu🌷💝 @heegyukeluv @fatherwound @str8ykids @twancingyunhao @nctrenjunie @allygator-98 @jay-scenarios @hansungie01 @jadedxfemme (let me know if you want to be tagged for future chapters)
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chapter one.
when you enter the building, even though you were warned a week prior that you’d be doing some content work with a very popular boy group idol, you’re still overwhelmed by the halted stampede of fans screaming for the member who you’ll be collaborating with.
there’s colorful handmade signs of enhypen and you’re able to narrow down that you’re probably going to work with one of the english speaking members. considering that you’re a mua from overseas, your audience is geared towards the international audience anyways. assuming that you’ll work on either jay or jake was not far from likely.
as your staff continues to adjust and set up, you hurry to the mirror to check if your makeup looks decent enough to face an idol. you figured that this one would be slightly more challenging considering that you’ve only filmed makeup videos with female celebrities… a male idol was going to be… different to say the very least.
on cue, as soon as you finish touching up the natural wing on the corner of your eyes. a group of staff begin to enter and crowd around the entrance. You could basically hear the wall of high pitched roars coming from outside the building.
someone on the phone with a black mask strides through the room looking around before his eyes meet yours. they light up and he quickly races towards you. his outfit is quite bland and his hair is severly bare of any product so you assume that this is the manager.
“y/n! So sorry that we’re late!” The man with the mask greets apologetically.
“no worries. we aren’t broadcasting live or anything like that. if it means anything, I was also running behind.” Your voice is calm and smooth which visibly calms the neurotic manager.
then he walks in.
not jake.
not even jay.
heeseung.
lee heeseung.
the lee heeseung.
your heart drops. your childhood crush has walked into the building and is now going to be seated in front of you for the next few hours. while you touch their face and make him look more and more perfect
it’s insane how attractive he’s gotten over the decade that you’ve last seen him. any makeup that you could add onto his face would only be adding to perfection. now you’re running through all the techniques and shades that would match his warm toned skin.
his soft tenor greets all the other mua’s before finally landing in front of you. you doubt that he even remembers you, his facial expression makes no distinction of any recognition.
“Hello. It’s a pleasure to get to work with you y/n. I watch your videos all the time.” He compliments smoothly.
you pass off your thoughts as a thing of the past as soon as he greets you and immediately slip into your youtube personality. “Oh, i’m so honored! I’m a huge fan of enhypen and it’s such an honor to meet you! i look forward to working on you~”
his brow twitches up as you speak and the smile that slowly spreads on his face makes your body take a visceral screenshot.
“i can’t wait.” his voice is deeper than you remember.
he tilts one side of his lips up into what looks like a smirk before strolling off. you instantly make yourself busy and begin to gather all the skin care products and the make up supplies that you’re planning on using for the video.
“We are going for a dark vampire concept for this makeup look to match with the theme of enhypen’s new comeback in a few months. if we like the outcome of today, we’ll pay to higher you as temporary staff if you would like to join for their usa tour.” one of the important looking women from his team starts to inform you while you roll in all the skincare and makeup. “We just ask that for this video, you make it seem like the vampire concept is purely your idea.”
you oblige and nod. “Of course. I will do my best to show you what i can do.”
heeseung is seated in front of his manager as he washes his face clean.
you nearly drop the brushes that you’re organizing when he makes eye contact with you from all the way across the room. It’s the fact that when you drop your gaze, you don’t notice heeseung chuckling from your transparent reactions.
pull yourself together. you’re the charming makeup artist that men constantly fall for! it can’t be the other way around!
you suck in a breath to gather your composure.
“Cameras and lights ready… roll!”
you start your intro and smile brightly at the camera.
heeseung’s leaned up against the table right behind the tripod, waiting intently for you to introduce him.
heeseung’s eyes bore into you as you speed through your video intro and sponsorships. your hands fly up and gesture through your words. not knowing that heeseung could tell just from your erratic movements that you look more nervous here than you do in your usual videos.
he presence was clearly making you nervous.
“and soo…. I was contemplating on what makeup look I would like to show you all today. after a few pinterest boards later… I decided that i’ll be teaching you a sexy vampire look! And our special guest today will steal a million hearts with this look —will be none other than Enhypen's most charming and talented Heeseung!”
and right on cue, heeseung slowly slides into frame and waves. “hello, y/n.” he bows his head slightly towards you then turns to the camera. “Hello subcribers and engene! i hope you enjoy the video today!”
“Thank you for coming Heeseung-ssi. I can—”
“Just Heeseung is fine.” He interjects with those bambi eyes staring straight into your soul. Those same innocent looking eyes that once stared into yours a few years ago have only matured with age.
Your mouth is still hung open from having been interrupted by him. “Ah, no, no. Engene will flood the comments asking why I’m being so rude!”
He smiles gently before gazing toward the camera. “Engene, will understand… Won’t you? Engene has been requesting for so long that I appear on y/n’s channel for a collab, so I hope we can give you the content you’ve been waiting for.” For some reason his gaze directly toward the camera is mesmerizing. So mesmerizing that when he flits his eyes your way, you feel how intense his gaze was. It’s a good thing you're angled away from the camera so your facial expressions are somewhat hidden. “Plus, didn’t you tell me that you’re also my Engene when we saw each other earlier?”
A few gasps from the staff off camera and one also escaping you as well. He doesn’t take back his words even after the room’s reaction.
My Engene…
His eyes stay glued to yours. Expecting you to say something.
“Oh wow. put me on blast, huh? I uh, yes. I did.” You press your lips together before inhaling through your nose. You take this moment to rip your eyes from his gaze and face the camera with a smile. “I am a very big fan of enhypen, so this is also very exciting for me~”
“Well then, y/n.” He adjusts back into his chair. “I’m all yours.”
Another set of gasps but this time more excited giggles in between.
You quickly gaze over your products and start explaining how you’re going to work on his skincare base. While you do so, because of the way you film your content, you start to talk to your special guest. “So I hear that you enjoy producing and directing your team while recording your songs… Tell me about that.”
For the first time today, Hesseung looks shocked but still maintains the same unreadable smile on his face. “Ha, I didn’t think you knew much about me.”
“I do my research and like to keep up.” You interject playfully.
He doesnt seem to be interested in answering your question which throws you off but not as much as when he asks this. “Who’s your favorite?”
You.
“Um, I can’t choose! All of you are so talented.”
Heeseung narrows his eyes knowingly. “Don’t lie.”
“Well, if you’re asking me..” But you lie anyway. “Jay is kinda…”
Heeseung takes a moment to stare at you while scanning your eyes before he scoffs. His tongue pokes the side of his cheek as he chuckles. “Huh. I see. How do you know so much about me then if your so-called favorite is my friend Jay?”
Two female staff members hit each other on the arm as they don’t even try to contain their facial expressions.
“Uh,” You smile nervously. He’s coming on so strong that you aren’t even sure how to combat it… “You never answered my question...”
“I like watching people improve and the process of how songs come together.” He doesn’t miss a beat.
“I can imagine you’re more interested in how every little piece in creating a song works together, considering you were basically teaching and leading everyone during I-land.”
Heeseung’s brow twitches up again. Unable to hide the amusement on his face. “Wow. You’re good, y/n.”
“May I?” You ask while rubbing your fingers together to spread the serum around your fingers. Trying to cut the intense atmosphere between the two of you.
“Go ahead.” Rather than leaning forward or even sitting up straight, Heeseung leans back slightly into the chair not even bothering breaking eye contact with you.
Your upper thigh inadvertently brushes up against his knee. Immediately sending butterflies through your stomach while your fingers smooth the product into his plump, bare skin. “So Jay, huh?”
Does this guy not know how to move on???
“I uh-“
“I technically wanted to be on your channel first.” He interrupts again. “That must count for something, no?”
really. what was this dude trying to do?? make your heart stop and completely jump out of your chest?
“It just means that I’m doing my job well.” You smile in return. Doing your best at this point to counter any other approach he attempts in making you falter in 4k. In front of the staff. In front of your thousands of your followers.
After applying the cooler toned foundation for the vampire base you turn to the camera and in youtuber-esque fashion, you instruct the audience as you’ve always done. “Since I associate vampires as synonymous to the grunge/goth look, we’re applying a little bit of those techniques onto a blended and natural base.”
“So… when are you going to mention our history?” Heeseung blindsides you again for the nth time today.
Your producer almost spits out her coffee. Now the entire studio is watching with serious amusement. Most of the other makeup artists have stopped to observe.
“Our what?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember me.”
You, in fact, did.
What floors you more is, the entire time while you were trying to maintain professionalism, He was fishing for any sign that you recognized him.
What a cocky asshole.
You inadvertently recall your last interactions with him.
*** 10 years prior***
The bus buckles with every bump and pothole.
Your heart has been racing ever since the most attractive boy in school plopped into the seat next to you. You knew the bus ride would take quite a bit, so you mentally hype yourself up in your head to speak the best korean that’s ever left your mouth.
To your surprise, He speaks English fairly well. “Hi y/n. You don’t mind that I sit here next to you?”
“No, not at all.” You manage to squeak out before turning to press yourself into the window. So much for showing off your Korean skills.
“Cool.” He takes one earbud out of his ear and holds it out to you. “Want to listen?”
“Oh, um sure.” You pluck the earbud from his fingers and smile shyly. Trying not to tangle the earbud wires.
“Have you always been this quiet?” He curiously asks after the song ends. “You always hang out with a lot of people so I figured that you talked a lot.”
You did. With people that you were comfortable with. Not with people that you were completely head over heels for.
Yes. You were popular. But you could only accredit the international student status for that.
Your entire time here has been secretly admiring Lee Heeseung from afar.
Just like all the other girls that have admired him. You were just one of the many names and faces that are lined up on that imaginary list.
“We haven’t exactly talked before. So it’s hard to be myself if I don’t know you.”
“Good point.” Heeseung lifts a brow and then sticks his hand out the ol’ american way. “I’m Heeseung. Lee Heeseung.”
“I’m-“
“I know who you are, Miss Popular.” Heeseung smiles, enthusiastically. “Every boy here has a crush on you.”
“Not every boy—“ You start to feel your face get warm while your hands start to sweat. Because the only boy that would matter in that statement is speaking to you right now.
“No. Every boy.” Heeseung scrolls on his phone to find another song. He isn’t even looking up when he adds: “Including me.”
Is the emergency exit near by?
*** back to present time ***
“I didn’t think you remembered…” You blink at him as the smug look that creeps onto his face–continuing to give you heart palpitations. “That was soo long ago, Heeseung.”
Heeseung turns his head to the camera while pressing his lips into a line. Only holding your gaze for another hour long second before his eyes follow. “For those who are confused, y/n and i go wayyy back.” He claps his hands together and tilts his head. “She rejected me 10 years ago when she was an exchange student at my school for our liberal arts program.”
“I didn’t- I didn’t reject you.” A familiar warmth meets your cheeks and you want to crawl under a rock.
“You told me and I quote: “You aren’t exactly my type, I’m sorry.” While we sat together, on the bus ride for a museum field trip.” Heeseung snaps his head back to the audience, deadpanning the camera. “Longest 2 hours of my life.”
Your manager, Rose, has the biggest smile on her face. This was definitely going to pull in the viewers.
“Well after all these years… I suppose Jay being more your type is a better explanation over nothing.” Heeseung tilts his head in your direction with what seems like a bored expression. “Still, doesn’t make me feel any better.”
Far from that. “We weren’t going to work out if I had accepted your confession, I was leaving Korea one week from that point.”
“So if you had stayed longer, you might’ve had a different answer?” He leans forward a bit more intrigued. Someone grab the noose. “What I’m hearing is, you do remember and that you only rejected me because you were leaving?”
“I didn’t think the possibility of long distance would work out…” You stop blending out the rouge eye shadow from the corner of his lid. “Plus. We were 13…”
“Okay then. That’s fair.” Heeseung sits back into the chair. “What about now?”
”What do you mean “now”?” Your brow furrows with confusion. Consider your entire youtube personality dropped at this point.
“The possibility.”
“Of long distance?”
“Of being my girlfriend.”
Jaw? Passed the floor— In the center of the earth. Does this man have no filter?
His manager, of all times that he could’ve cut in, chooses now to cause a ruckus. “Woah woah! Aha! Let's pause right here for now!” He laughs nervously while moving his shoulder into the frame to ruin the shot.
Already, your coworkers have their phones in hand while rapidly blowing up the group chat. You knew that you’d probably never hear the end of it.
Heeseung’s unfinished makeup look and facial expression hasn’t changed considering he’s still looking evenly at you for your answer. “Well?”
“I can’t say.” You put the eyeshadow brush down. Now more frustrated that the attention has shifted from the content of the video to the content of your personal life. Which was already nonexistent to begin with. “I don’t know you personally. Nor do I even have the desire to get to know you now.”
“Oh?” He blinks into a shocked expression, his lips slightly tilting up into a half amused smirk. The corner of his brow curving in question. “Not even after you specifically told me that you’re a huge fan of enhypen?”
How dare he? You weren’t going to let this be out of your control. This was your channel. Your content was what made you so successful now.
“What—”You take a huge step back. You aren’t counting the seconds of silence that you take before making sure to round your shoulders to face the entire team. “….I need 20 minutes, please.”
The restroom is only a short reprieve.
You aren’t sure if it was the loud fans in the ceilings or if it was simply the hum of your heart racing. One thing was for sure. You would rather hide away in a hole now that Heeseung has put you on blast in front of your entire work place.
Your head wardrobe woman— also your best friend, Olive—rushes in to find you propped over the sink with your fingers brushing through your hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you knew Heeseung from Enhypen??? AND WHY IS HE FLIRTING WITH YOU IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?!?” Olive hushes out with complete fantic excitement before she, like a good friend should; acknowledges how stressed you look. “Did you just throw up?”
“ THERE WAS NOTHING TO KNOW OR TELL ABOUT. I DONT KNOW. AND I’M ABOUT TO. SO PLEASE LEAVE.” You hush yell back in the order of her questions. Sort of grounding yourself as Olive places a supportive hand over your lower back. Not actually throwing up but on the verge of a small anxiety attack.
Olive knows better than to listen to you while you try to push her away. “I saw pictures from the group chat. Do you even notice how this man is looking at you?”
Your friend swipes into the group chat and shows you the screen.
It’s a stolen shot from earlier when you were applying skincare onto his face. Heeseung’s deep brown eyes gaze so intensely into yours that you can't believe you’re seeing it in 3rd person. The image doesn’t even capture how nervous you were feeling on the inside.
“Why he kinda….” Olive takes the screen back and looks over the image again with her bottom lip caught in her teeth. “He looks like he wants to eat you up and—”
“Olive. Stop. talking.” You say in a way that makes her laugh from your reaction.
“You are totally into it.” Olive stabs at your side. “You got this way with Wooyoung when he was coming onto you hella strong after that one video you did with ATEEZ.”
“That’s different. He was flirting because he didn’t know me. This?” You point to her phone. “is coming from a man that I rejected when he was a boy.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Like 10 years ago.”
“Oh… He needs to build a bridge and get over it.” Olive slides the phone into her pocket while shaking her head. “Well, if it’s any consolation girl, I cleared the room to limited staff. I don’t want you to have prying eyes when you finish out this shoot.”
You couldn’t be more grateful for the kind of friendship that you and Olive have developed over the years of working together. “You’re the best.”
“Is it alright if I ask how exactly you rejected the Enhypen’s, Lee Heeseung?”
“Honestly… He hasn’t changed much since we went to school together.” You shake your head. “He’s just gotten better at it…anyway, I only rejected him because I knew that if I said anything about my crush on him… I’d be heartbroken on my way back home to America. At the time, I thought it was better that I told him that he wasn’t my type. It was the first excuse that I could think of.”
“Don’t tell me that you lied to that man again about how you feel.”
You had two routes to pick from. The serious one. Or the brain rot tik tok one.
“And I’d do it again!” You quote.
Olive rolls her eyes while laughing then aids you to move, patting your hip. “Girl, get back in there. Heeseung’s waiting.”
You glare at her playfully before gazing at the mirror to check your appearance. Your face has restored to its natural color and you can see that having a moment to yourself has done wonders to your nerves. “Fine. But this time. No more breaks..”
Your new resolve is to complete this video without any more hitches to the process.
By the time you make it back into the studio. You can see that most staff that weren’t directly involved in the process of this video have magically cleared the room. Leaving Heeseung’s staff and your closely trusted staff behind. Olive has joined the production team in making sure that things are in order, more so for your mental health, and in support of her best friend.
Heeseung is propped against a wall as his manager seemingly looks like a complete wreck. No doubt caused by Heeseung’s unhinged behavior.
You stride confidently toward the two men and address them with the same professional, youtuber tone. “Ready to continue shooting?”
“Back for me so soon?” Heeseung’s eyes flicker with amusement, somewhat always laced with a smug smirk that hides underneath his neutral expression. “Are you ready, y/n?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Good.” Heeseung brushes past you and makes his way over to his designated chair.
Olive makes eye contact with you as a playful twitch of her brow gives you a bit more courage now that she was there in support.
His makeup look is halfway done and even with its imperfections you can see the vision coming together. This was going to be the best look you’ve done so far.
Heeseung has seemed to tone down his approach. Not sure if you’re exactly comfortable with his lack of brazenness. Though, you’re able to complete the eye look. You admit to yourself that it was easier this time with his eyes being closed for about 10 minutes.
In between explaining how you’re going about the look and what products to use. You find small opportunities to really analyze each curve of his face and how much has changed in his features in the past 10 years.
The small, skinny boy that you once remembered during your short time as an exchange student, has become a man. An attractive and insanely flirtatious one, at that.
“Alright. Let's get a good look at your eyes.” You prompt after brushing on some highlight right against his brow bone.
His eyes are still closed. It takes another beat to realize that he’s drifted off to sleep. A new feeling bubbles in your chest when you start to worry about how much sleep this man has gotten. You witness all the time in this industry, the reality of how little rest an idol gets despite how much they are required to perform and appear on live media.
“Heeseung…” You call gently before you hear a loud clap that startles you and the sleeping idol.
He shudders and his eyes droop a bit from how tired he is. “My bad.” For the first time he looks slightly embarrassed. “You have a very gentle hand. I was completely relaxed.”
“Happens. That’s alright.” Even you’re surprised with the gentle tone that you take on. With a slight hesitation. Then a moment for Heeseung to sit up and shake himself awake. Your hands gesture toward the main camera.
You take a step back to admire your work and move from the frame to allow your team to take multiple angled shots of your detailed eye look. The deep reds effortlessly blend into the espresso brown crease. The liner is complemented well against the shape of his full eyes. The colored contacts add to the fantasy effect that you were looking for. Only the slightest brushes of highlight over the higher points of his face.
The last thing to do, if not done tastefully — his lips.
“Now that we have the vampy eye look on...” You hold the products that you’ll be using up to the camera. “No vampire look is complete without wine red lips to match!”
You go in with a deep wine red and dab the product skillfully towards the center of his lips and slightly blend out to create almost a freshly sipped wine effect. “Like a vampire drinking fresh blood from a helpless victim!” You comically add to the camera.
This whole time Heeseung is quietly observing you and scanning your features as well. His lips bounce with every tap and you can’t help but feel a shudder through your spine when the tip of your pinky brushes slightly against his soft skin.
How would it feel to kiss his lips— Oh my god.
His eyes follow yours. He’s caught you staring at his lips.
Yet. He doesn’t say anything.
If eyes could speak. His eyes would tell you a million reasons why you should lean forward and steal a kiss right here, right now. In front of your entire team. In front of a million subscribers to view once everything’s edited.
He looks enchanting. An actual vampire waiting to pounce and take from you what belongs to him. His eyes scan from your lips then slowly right back to your eyes.
You aren’t sure why but you’re holding your breath.
The moment breaks - someone from the production team comes into the frame holding up a dark outfit to complete the look.
Your manager, Rose, who’s somehow managed to remain quiet this entire time with Olive whispering into her ear, brushes her shoulder against you as Heeseung takes the top and moves to the changing room. “They want to hire you to be enhypen’s lead makeup artist for their US tour.”
Her tone is coated in hushed excitement which causes your heart to race. This was a huge deal especially for a youtube makeup enthusiast who started out in her dorm, recording on her iphone propped up by her english textbooks. Something as incredible as a lead kpop idol makeup artist to add to your portfolio. For Enhypen to be exact.
Just one problem.
On the long list of problems that don’t even start with make up.
One named: Lee Heeseung.
“Why aren’t you excited?” Rose frowns, nudging your arm with her elbow. “You have been such a self made and well liked youtuber for the past 4 years! Your subscribers would love to watch you take on a new adventure.”
“I know.” You sigh. Shifting your weight between your feet while fidgeting with a lip tint that’s still in your grasp. “It’s just… spending so much time with…”
“With Heeseung?” Rose sighs with a knowing smile on her face. “I wasn’t aware that you still liked him.”
“What?” Immediately you dial back and stare at her in complete offense. “I don’t.”
“Girl, you wouldn’t react like that unless you did.” Olive butts in, on the other side of you.
“You can say no.” Rose chimes.
“Yeah, You can totally say no to doing the job.” Olive agrees.
“You say no, and lose the opportunity of a lifetime though.” Rose counters.
“And would be on you, Boo.” Olive nods. Nudging your arm again once Heeseung comes out of the changing room.
Fully clothed and perfect.
His tall frame almost brings his head to touch the top of the doorway. Broad shoulders filling out the tailored jacket around his torso paired with long slender legs clad in form fitting slacks. His larger hands move up to adjust his hair that's now slicked back and styled to suit the look. Silver jewelry adorns his gently tanned neck and wrists. The rings— oh god. The rings. Adorned beautifully over his long, slender fingers- emphasizing his veiny hands...
“Wow.” You find yourself vocalizing quietly to yourself. “I might consider.”
“Get used to that.” Rose whistles, while pulling Olive away so that you can have space to move around the camera.
Heeseung makes his way toward you. You’re not sure how the hour transformed Heeseung into someone more gentle… But he seems more tentative and cooperative with you during these final shots.
You grab a blending sponge and go to dab some spots of concealer that hasn’t entirely blurred into his skin. Up close and personal with his body, you can practically drown in his cologne. The smell of a musky, sweet ocean invades your senses and you can’t stop yourself from taking long breaths in.
“Will you accept?” Heeseung interrupts your thoughts.
“Huh?” You blink, still drunk from his scent.
Heeseung chuckles, turning his head away to seemingly hide his smile from you. “Will you join us for the tour or are you that uninterested in me to actually decline the offer?”
“I wouldn’t use you as an excuse to say no.” You point out, moving your hand back and tossing the sponge back into your tray. “I know a great opportunity when I see one.”
“Good. Your talent should be seen by everyone.” Heeseung tilts his head, getting to your level. “Especially on a face that’s seen everywhere.”
He winks before striding back over to his chair. You’re almost impressed by how braisen he is but you can’t find yourself to be shocked anymore. if you were going to get used to seeing his face you were going to have to desensitize yourself to his charm. despite how attracted you are to him.
The last part of the shoot didn’t require much effort now considering Heeseung’s a literal natural in front of the camera. Yet, you didn’t expect any less.
Even while knowing him from primary school, he shined the brightest amongst the most talented students. You are almost proud of him for getting as far as he has. You would catch him working hard in the practice rooms, playing piano and singing along to all the new songs. Determination at its finest. The fruit of his labor. The success of enhypen. He came such a long way.
“Last closing remarks and we should be good to end the shoot!” Your lead director throws out for the room to hear.
Heeseung, somehow ends up next to you. You weren’t sure he got there but you imagine that thinking about your intertwined past might have caused you to space out a little.
His arm brushes yours. “You have an iphone?.” He mutters barely loud enough for you to hear..
“What?” You don’t believe you heard him correctly.
“For facetime.” He doesn’t explain. “Take my number. This is my personal phone.”
You look down and see that he’s passed you a small piece of paper.
“Aren’t you a Samsung ambassador?” You remember seeing videos of all the members only accepting Samsung phones to hold from their fans.
He chuckles, bringing a finger up to his lips. “Shh.”
This makes you laugh. Pocketing the piece of paper into your small jean pocket.
“You know,” Heeseung tilts his body down so you could hear him better above the noise of your staff moving things around. “I’m proud of what you made for yourself. I knew you'd make a name for yourself.”
His words are flattering and almost nostalgic. You try to slow your breathing in order to sound calm when you say,
“I could say the same and even more for you, Ace.”
* * *
He smiles at his long lasting nickname. He was called Ace long before he had joined the company as a trainee.
Yet, coming from you?
His heart begins to race as it floods with the memories of his juvenile crush.
To him. You didn't just change. You evolved into someone he could match. Someone who would understand his world.
And even though he only saw it on screen these past years, he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers-again.
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sum; RE2 Leon gets a blowjob shot at a bar and then gets lucky later ;p
content; hook-up, inexperienced Leon but its not his first time he's just a nerd without a social life, hand job, blow job, fingering, overstimulation, alcohol consumption (duh), praise kink, unprotected sex
wc; 6k
Leon wasn't big on bars or clubs, but his friends dragged him out to celebrate the fact that he got accepted to be a police officer in Racoon City. They wanted to take him out before he had to move, so they took him out to a bar with a higher chance of him getting laid. Leon didn't have plans to.
Now, he sat in the booth, glancing around the bar with a visibly nervous look. His friends had ordered some drinks, so he decided to keep the table occupied while they brought the drinks back. He saw them approaching, so he made some space on the table for the drinks. Behind his friends, Leon caught glimpse of you, the pretty bartender he'd been eyeing for the entire two hours they'd been here.
You followed his friends with a shot in your hand while they carried their beers. You smiled, coming up to Leon's side. His friends gave him the looks of those who had something planned that Leon would love or hate.
"How are you doin' tonight?" You asked, setting the shot down in front of him. Leon swallowed, staring up at you from his seat.
"Wonderful." He barely managed loud enough, watching you laugh a little.
"Well, your friends here informed me of your celebration tonight, and in honor of it, they've asked me to give you a special shot. Nothing dangerous, but different."
"Ah.. what do you mean?" He asked, shifting in his seat as he fiddled with the empty cup in front of him from his earlier drink.
"It's called a blowjob." You watched as his face burned bright red. "Not like that, you perv." You teased, snickering as he seemed to be losing his cool by the minute. "I'm gonna sit on the table, you're gonna tilt your head back, and I'm gonna pour the drink in your mouth."
At this point, Leon's friends had dispersed to give him a moment alone with the gorgeous girl he'd been stuck on all night. Leon barely managed a nod to give her some pathetic response.
"Feeling okay? Still on board?" You asked as you perched yourself on the table in front of him. Your feet rested on either side of his thighs, and his hands quickly pulled away from the edge of the table due to how close he'd been to accidentally ruining the moment with his fidgeting hands.
"Still on board, yeah." He cleared his throat, shifting himself to lean back to give you space. He didn't like to crowd people, even though you were supposed to in this case. You picked up the shot glass, leaning forward and cupping his chin.
Leon's eyes flickered down to your breasts, the small view of cleavage sending a rush of blood straight down south. You tilted his head back, leaning over him and pressing the glass to his lips.
"Don't forget to swallow, 'kay?" You murmured, just loud enough for him to hear as you poured the liquid down his throat. It burned, and his eyes squeezed shut as he closed his mouth and forced himself to swallow the alcohol. "There we go," you soothed lightly, using your thumb to wipe away the drop of tequila that he'd spilled. "You're a good listener." You teased lightly, and as he opened his eyes, he had to turn away to cough. He tried to avoid looking dumb, but the tequila burned like a bitch.
You laughed lightly, patting at his back as you got off the table and stood beside him.
"You okay?" You asked, watching him clear his throat and wipe his eyes. He nodded, giving you a thumbs up before he turned back to look at you.
"Yeah, I-im okay. I'm sorry, I'm not good at taking shots." He stifled one final cough, looking up at you and realizing your hand still lingered on his shoulder.
"You have a good rest of your night." You told him, letting your fingers lightly swipe over the side of his neck before you walked off. With your back turned, Leon practically heaved a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid to breathe, almost like he would turn you to dust if he breathed too hard. He felt his face burning from embarrassment.
With Leon staring at you, he didn't even see his friends coming back to the table. All three of them had managed to get a girl to come back with them. Shockingly, at least to Leon, none of the women looked drunk.
"Did you get her number?" One of the guys asked.
"What? No! I don't think she's.. interested. She was just doing her job." Leon shook his head, reaching out to grab his water to take a drink.
"Oh, you're such a wimp! Go! She's been eyeing you for a half hour!" Another friend chimed in, nudging Leon from the side. Leon hesitated, and he thought back to the way it felt to have you so close to straddling him. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to shoot his shot, he thought. He glanced across the table, his friends urging him. So he got up and scrambled across the crowded bar.
You stood behind the bar, using your rag to wipe away any spilled alcohol or sticky spots from discarded fruit pieces that people liked to leave all over the bar. Closing out someone's tab, you handed the receipt back to them before you saw Leon approaching. You raised a brow.
As he came up, he took a seat at the bar right across from you.
"What can I get you?" You asked, leaning over the bar with a smile.
"Oh, no, I'm.. I'm not here for any more drinks. I've had enough. I.. I wanted to ask for your number. It's okay if not, i just-"
"Why don't you wait til my shift ends? If you're not too intoxicated, I'd be happy to grab a bite down at the diner on sixth." You grinned, tilting your head slightly.
Leon practically beamed at your words, nodding along.
"Yeah, that'd be great, actually. I've only had a beer or two, and that shot, but I'm not driving tonight, so.." Leon rambled lightly, unable to hide the way his lips twitched upwards with excitement.
"My shift ends in an hour. 11 o'clock. I know it'll be late, but you and your buddies don't look like you've got anywhere to rush to." You looked behind him, across the crowded bar, gesturing to his three friends who had been too busy with their hook-ups.
"I'm not in a hurry, no. I'm happy to wait." Leon shook his head, settling in more comfortably to wait in his seat.
Before you could say another word, you had a few customers to take care of. Closing out some tabs, getting rid of some used cups, wiping down the counter, checking IDs, and getting new drinks. It ate up your time, but you managed to get in some small conversations with Leon over the hour he was waiting.
After your coworker got there to take over the bar for the last few hours, you and Leon headed out. Leon said goodbye to his buddies and said he'd walk home, given the fact he was almost sober and his apartment was just a few blocks from the diner you'd chosen.
The walk to the diner was filled with corny jokes, giggles, and some conversation to get to know each other, and to Leon's surprise, it was going great. It didn't slow down or feel awkward at all, even when Leon ran out of something to talk about.
At the diner, you two talked nonstop until the food arrived. Comfortable silence stretched over you two until you both decided you'd had enough. Leon, being the gentleman he is, got up to pay and retrieve boxes from the front. Returning, he helped you box your food and stack the plates before you two headed to leave.
Unfortunately, rain had started coming down pretty heavy. While Leon busied himself with emptying his jacket for you, you spoke up nervously.
"Uh.. can I ask a favor?"
"Go for it."
"My apartment is across town, and the busses don't run consistently in the rain.. could I stay at yours? You mentioned it was nearby, so.."
Leon finished with his jacket and laid it over your shoulders, thinking for a moment. It was risky, letting a woman he'd just met come to stay at his place, but what kind of cop would he be if he turned away someone in need? Especially someone as gorgeous and kind as you.
"Absolutely. You can crash in my room, I'll take the floor."
And with that, you uttered a 'thank you' before Leon guided you out and led you through the rain to the apartment building.
After a five minute mix of running and walking, you finally got to his apartment. Leon led you inside, kicking his shoes off at the door before he led you to his room.
"Do you want a change of clothes?" Leon asked, but then shook his head. "You'll catch a cold. Here, you can wear these." He said, rummaging around and finding an old pair of sweats and a band tee from his early teens.
Without letting you argue, he stepped out and closed the door. He went down to the kitchen to put away your leftovers before he got you a bottle of water. When he heard you open the door, he came back to the room and handed it to you. Under his left arm, he carried fresh bedding.
"What are you doing?" You asked, watching him closely.
"Changing the sheets."
"Why?"
"I don't want my guest to be sleeping on my dirty sheets." He laughed a little, glancing over at you.
"Yknow, you're really good at this. I wonder how often you have girls over." You joked.
"Never." He admitted, completely stripping the bed of the dirty sheets and tossing everything into the dirty laundry hamper.
"Well.." you paused. "I guess that makes sense. You were all tense earlier when I first came over to you at the bar. Should've known you were a loser." You joked, watching his cheeks bloom with heat.
"You came over and told me you were giving me a blowjob. Any man would be tense." He countered with a small huff as he began to set the new sheets up.
"That's what it's called!" You laughed, snorting slightly.
"No, an actual blowjob is better than liquor." He huffed, fluffing up the new pillows.
"As if you'd know." You raised a brow, tilting your head.
Leon paused, knowing damn well you were right.
"Well.. I-i can assume it'd be better. Liquor is harsh and mean. Not pleasant." He cleared his throat, turning back to you now that he finished changing the bedding. You set your water aside, hands clasped together behind your back. You knew this could be a bad idea, but you stepped closer.
"I could help you figure that out." Your voice lowered to a whisper.
Leon's cheeks flushed, eyes widening as he stepped back, automatically trying to give you back your space. He swallowed, his mouth going dry.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly.
"I could help you figure out which one you like. A blowjob, or a blowjob shot."
Leon could hardly breathe as you closed the distance. He stepped back until his knees hit the bed and he fell back, sitting at the foot of his freshly made bed. You stood between his legs.
"Do you want that?" You asked.
Leon couldn't speak. He just let out a shaky breath, trying to think.
"I need words." You said, stepping back to let him breathe.
Leon swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding softly. He uttered a whiney, 'please', his voice shaky.
You stepped forward again, leaning down to cup his face. One hand over his cheek and one hand over his jawline, you leaned in to initiate a gentle kiss.
Leon would've busted right then and there if he had no self-control. He practically felt the 'boing' sound effect in his pants as they became tighter by the second.
You pulled back, looking at him.
"You can touch me, it's okay." You soothed, noticing how his hands squeezed the comforter beneath him.
His hands stayed still for now, looking up at you with those big baby blues of his.
"You okay?" You laughed softly, shifting your hand to run your thumb along his cheek.
"I.. I just.." Leon choked up for a moment, subconsciously leaning into your touch and seeking the warmth of your palm. He lifted a hand to your wrist, pressing your palm against his lips. "Jesus, you smell amazing." He barely huffed, his nose lightly nudging against your wrist where you'd spray perfume along the pulse point, and with the perfume, he could smell the coconut lotion you'd use as well.
You remained quiet for a moment, letting him familiarize himself however he needed until you decided to lean in and kiss him again.
The kiss was longer this time, your hand shifting from his cheek to the nape of his neck to keep him still. Slowly, as he loosened up with the kiss, his lips moving smoothly against your own, you kissed down his jawline.
Lower.. lower..
And then you bit lightly against his collarbone, making him hiss with surprise as his hands shot out to grasp at your shoulders.
"You don't like the biting?" You asked, lifting your head to check on him. He looked embarrassed, shaking his head no. "Then I won't bite." You pressed another kiss to his lips and trailed down again, finding your way down his chest as you undid the buttons of his button-down dress shirt. It was slow, agonizing, and almost painful.
Leon's cock throbbed in his jeans as he watched you get closer and closer, now kneeling in between his legs. He swallowed harshly, bringing a shaky hand to the back of your head, like he wasn't sure how to touch you in this context.
"I-is this okay?" He whispered, his breath hitching.
"Mm, that's perfect. Just.. relax, okay? Let me take care of you."
He nodded slowly, watching as your hands came to undo his belt and his pants. He instinctively shifted his hips away, helping you tug his pants down. His cock made a tent in his boxers, his tip bulging against the tight fabric with a dark spot on the fabric, indicating dampness from precum.
Leon's cheeks felt like they were on fire. He looked like a total virgin right now, and he knew it. He'd had sex before, but not often. And he didn't really care for jerking off. So when he got touched like this, it was humiliating for him. Lifting your head, you caught his gaze. He looked like a kicked puppy, afraid you'd think poorly of him for being so easy to please. Instead, you gave a small grin, almost cocky. You pushed yourself up, pulling him down into a kiss.
The kiss acted as a distraction as your hand slipped down his torso, fingers trailing along that trail of hair that almost looked like an indication as to where the prize awaited. Slowly, your fingers lifted his waistband, and as your fingers slipped further, pulling his cock from its hiding place of his boxers, his hand on your head lightly pulled at your hair without realizing it. You hissed into the kiss, but you didn't stop or scold him.
"Fuck, 'm sorry, I-i didn't-" Leon tried to apologize, but his own moan interrupted him as your hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut as he let you kiss him again, letting his body melt against you.
"That feels good." He breathed out as you slowly brought your hand upward, stopping halfway, going back down. You repeated the motions for a few strokes before you pulled away from the kiss, eliciting a whimper from him.
"Relax. This is a blowjob, not a hand job." You grinned lightly, watching his eyes widen with realization that you were actually doing this.
He swallowed harshly, nodding slowly.
"You're still okay?" You asked, your hand pulling back.
He groaned, missing the contact, but he nodded quickly.
"I-I'm okay. I still want it." He huffed, looking down at you.
"Good."
Your hand came back up, only this time it was lower; palming his balls, he practically lurched forward, gasping at the sensation as you squeezed. You dove forward, shifting to be perfectly between his legs before your tongue darted out to lick at his tip, gathering the salty precum in the dip of your tongue before you licked down to his base. His eyes rolled back, chest heaving for air as his hands grasped at you; one on your shoulder and one in your hair.
As you licked a stripe all the way up the underside, your hand squeezed his balls as you took him into your mouth for real this time. He cried with pleasure, gasping as you eased yourself down. Your free hand came to his hip, hoping to provide a grounding touch.
You took him halfway in, feeling him twitch. You stayed still for a moment, your tongue swirling back and forth around the underside and the sides as you massaged his balls. He jolted slightly, stifling a whimper as he felt himself growing closer and closer.
"Oh, fuck, please move-" He choked out, his breath ragged and heavy. "Please, please, I need it so bad. It hurts." He gasped, brows furrowing as he tried his best not to buck his hips or push your head at all.
Willing to comply, you lifted your head back to the tip, only to go back down in one swift motion. A small gag left you, but as his cock nestled against the back of your throat, you felt him twitch and shiver.
"Shhh-shit, 'm not gonna last! I can't hold it." He whined, his hips bucking against your face. You lifted your head, beginning the proper bobbing motion at long last. Your hand pulled back from his balls, moving to his thigh to gently rub the fat of his inner thigh, hoping to ease the shaking.
His thighs trembled, his cock throbbed, balls tightened, and he couldn't shut himself up. Your hand bobbed up and down in a steady motion, not stopping or stuttering once. Light gags and hums left your lips, but they were drowned out by Leon's incoherent cries and praises.
"'S so good. Feels so good. Don't- don't stop, you can't, please!" He babbled helplessly, chest heaving as his body curled forward slightly, pushing your head down to encourage you to stay lower.
You knew he was close. His tip was damn near weeping like him. His balls had never been so ready to burst.
Before he could warn you, his hands pushed your head down, his cock burying against the back of your throat as the knot in his stomach snapped.
"Oh, fuck! Mmh!" He gasped, hips bucking as he pulled your hair and kept you still. He didn't even realize he was being so rough, but he didn't stop until he felt you pinch his hip. His cock gave a few more weak spurts, spilling down your throat before you lifted your head and swallowed. You huffed, looking up at him. He trembled, his cock softening and laying flat against his thigh as he twitched and jolted for a moment, recovering from the waves of pleasure he'd just felt.
"Better than liquor?" You asked, your voice a little hoarse from his harsh behavior. He swallowed harshly, catching his breath as he nodded. He was completely dazed.
"Better than anything I've ever done." He huffed. When he blinked away the tears of pleasure, finally coming back to reality, he saw the aftermath of his roughness. Your hair was a mess, your lipstick was more messy than it should've been, and you were still catching your breath from his little gagging moment. You pushed yourself up to your feet, straddling his hips.
"I'm.. I didn't realize.. I didn't mean to hurt you at all.." Leon breathed shakily, apologetic and flustered as his hands found your hips.
"It's okay. You felt good, right? So good that you had to hold me down and take what you wanted."
"D-dont say it like that! It sounds so bad.." he looked away, his embarrassment growing.
"Oh, don't be ashamed. I liked it." You murmured, leaning in to kiss his neck. His breath hitched, and much to his disbelief, his cock began twitching back to life.
"You liked it?" He whispered.
"Liked it so much that I want a little more." You paused, kissing up his neck until your lips came just an inch from his. "Only if you're okay to go that far." You murmured, soothing a hand over his cheek. He nodded eagerly.
"I'd.. I'd like to. Please?" If he was a dog, his tail would be slapping the bed so loud it'd sound like gunshots.
"Oh, you're so excited already." You teased, pulling back. "How do you wanna do it? You got any preferences?" You asked, wanting to play into his references as much as possible.
"Ah.. I-i don't know. Should I?" He mumbled.
"It's okay if you don't. We can keep it simple tonight." You reassured him, shaking your head as you brought your hands down to push his shirt off of his shoulders, fully exposing his upper body to you.
Leon glanced down at himself, becoming aware of how exposed he was. He hesitated for a moment, but his hands came up to your hips, shifting under your shirt to find their way to the bottom of your rib cage. You obliged without a word, taking a moment to lift your arms as permission for him to remove your shirt. He lifted the shirt up and over your head, tossing it off to the edge of the bed before he brought his shaky hands to rest just below your breasts.
You reached behind yourself, finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it. The bra lost its tension, letting your breasts relax completely. Leon could've sworn he was drooling as you removed your bra. He felt like he was in heaven, his face merely half a foot away from the nicest pair of tits he'd ever seen. He lifted his gaze to look at you, almost seeking permission.
"You don't have to ask for permission to touch me. I'll tell you if I need something different." You murmured, leaning in to lock your lips with his.
Leon quickly accepted the kiss, his hands staying at your sides as he closed his eyes and let you guide him to lie back on the pillows with you on top of him. Slowly, the kiss evolved into Leon trying to take more initiative. He kissed down your jaw, easing his way down to your neck and collarbone.
"Mm.. you smell so good. Like candy." Leon breathed lightly, letting his left hand roam upward to grasp your breast, gently pinching your nipple between his index and middle finger.
Your breath hitched, and Leon's head practically snapped to look up at you. The sound of possible pleasure made him shiver, both excited and happy to know he was doing something right. He leaned in again, soothing more kisses along your chest as his hands came to grasp and grope at both of your breasts. Your back arched into his touch, and he took a risk. He dove deeper, his head dipping to replace his fingers and wrap his lips around your nipple. He ran his tongue in a circle, and the first real moan slipped past your lips. Leon felt like he was buzzing with excitement, but you gently stopped him.
"A girl doesn't like to be kept waiting, Leon." You breathed out, cupping his cheek to guide his head back.
Leon was confused, thinking that he hadn't left you waiting. He though he'd been giving you attention. He stared, brows slightly furrowed.
"You don't like it..?" He asked, pushing himself to sit up a little bit.
"I do. I love it. I just want a little more." You explained, shaking your head and shushing him.
"Oh. Right. Okay, uhm.. do you want me on top?" He asked, letting his hands ease down your sides to hold your hips.
"Whatever you'd prefer."
He nodded, shifting slightly and gesturing for you to lie back. Once you laid down, he grabbed a pillow and gently inserted the pillow beneath your lower back. You raised a brow.
"What's that for?"
"I read somewhere that a pillow to elevate your hips is better for your back, hips, and the overall experience." Leon explained, helping you adjust yourself before he settled between your legs.
The consideration of proper angling and safe positions made you smile slightly. Leon exhaled, grounding himself properly before he leaned forward to hover over you.
"You okay?" You checked in again, watching Leon nod.
"Just... bear with me.." he pleaded softly, taking initiative to lean in and press a kiss to the valley between your breasts. His hands splayed at your sides, memorizing the feel of your ribs and the softness of your skin beneath his calloused fingertips. He kissed down, his mouth careful and soft along the flesh of your stomach, like he was worshipping you. His hands trailed down, coming to the waistband of your pants, shifting to link under the elastic of your panties. He looked up at you, seeking permission. You nodded, bringing a hand down to lay over the back of his head.
Leon steeled himself, gently tugging at the fabric before you were completely exposed to him. He crawled back up to you, connecting his lips to yours as his hands, still shaking, came to spread your legs.
"Is this okay?" He asked softly, breaking the kiss to look down at you. Your noses nudged slightly as you nodded, kissing him again.
"It's good." You reassured, letting him melt against you. "You know how to use your hands?"
"I can figure it out. Just.. tell me what feels good." He said, his hand coming down to slip between your folds. Your breath hitched, head falling back as his calloused fingertips brushed against your clit. "There?" He asked softly, bringing his free hand up to cradle your head and make you look at him.
"A little higher." You instructed gently, and his thumb shifted just right and applied some pressure to your clit. You nodded, huffing lightly. "Yeah, yeah, there." A soft moan left your lips in a shaky breath, your hips shifting slightly.
Leon's heart pounded at the confirmation that he was doing something right, especially something that gave him the luxury of hearing such intoxicating noises from such a beautiful woman.
Without asking, Leon took a risk and slipped a finger past your hole, cautious and mindful of the pressure and angle. A broken gasp echoed in the room, and Leon practically stared in awe at how easily he'd slipped a finger in. Carefully, another finger followed, and he felt his erection growing harder to ignore despite the fact that he'd already gotten to have his own fun thanks to you. Your back arched lightly, a sign that told Leon he was doing good.
"You're so pretty." He murmured, dropping his head to rest against the inside of your thigh as he slowly began to pump his fingers in and out, easing his way into a steady rhythm with the guidance of your moans, gasps, and the grasping and reaching of your hands trying to gain some kind of stability.
You looked down at him, huffing softly between moans and whines.
"Curl, Leon. Curl your fingers a little." You instructed through a stifled moan.
"Like.. like this?" He obliged, curling his fingers in a 'come here' motion, feeling the spongy spot inside of you and watching as your head fell back again, nodding your head as you gripped the sheets. "It feels good?"
"Fuck, that's perfect. Keep that up. Just like that." You exhaled sharply.
Leon didn't hesitate to listen to your demands. His fingers pumped back and forth, curling upward when he pulled them back, bathing in the pride of the pleasure he was providing for you.
Soon enough, you reached down to grasp Leon's wrist, looking down at him with your eyes dazed and lips parted to pant heavily.
"Are you ready, or do you wanna keep waiting?" You asked as he withdrew his fingers carefully. The wetness clung to his fingers, your core almost felt like it was begging him to keep going, and that feeling made Leon ready. He shook his head.
"I want to.." He paused, crawling back up to hover over you once more. He settled between your legs, nestling his cock right against your folds, feeling the warmth of skin-to-skin. "I want you." He murmured, his mouth going dry from anticipation.
"Then take what you want."
He did. With a careful hand, he spread your slick arousal along his tip, his shoulders tensing at the sensation. He guided himself closer, pressing the tip to your entrance. He looked back at you, leaning in to find your lips in a lazy, still passionate kiss. His body tensed and pressed against yours as he eased his cock into you, swallowing your moans with his desperate kisses, which he'd break momentarily for little gasps and pleas, his nose nudging yours as he dropped his head and buried his face into your neck once he bottomed out.
"F-feels so good.. 'm not gonna last." He choked out with a sound akin to a small sob.
"C'mon, you did so good for me when I was on my knees for you. You're gonna crack so easily?" You teased lightly. In reality, it didn't matter if he lasted. You were already so close from the attention he'd given you with his fingers, you wouldn't last long either.
"Mm, 'm sorry, I d-don't think I can.." He whimpered, slowly pulling his hips back and bracing himself to hold back despite his words. He trembled over you, feeling his cock throb and twitch as he let the tip sit right at the edge, only to push back in. Soft moans began to fill the room, Leon finding a steady rhythm thanks to your encouragement and the pride that swelled in his chest.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss as you let your hands splay out over his back. His fingers dug into your hips, beginning to pull you back down to be in sync with his thrusts. Dropping his hands to your thighs, he pulled back from the kiss and pushed up a little, pushing your thighs to bend your legs at the hip. The position mimicked a less aggressive version of the mating press, and as he adjusted himself, he felt the difference in the angle, unable to keep quiet as he rolled his eyes back and choked on his own gasps.
"Oh, Jesus," You gasped, back arching into him and proving benefits to the angle as he sped up a little, applying more pressure with each thrust. He whimpered, his lips staying parted as he looked down where your bodies met in a sweaty dance of passion.
Leon never would have guessed that he'd actually get laid with the help of his friends, but boy, he couldn't be happier right now. He'd handle the consequences later, when he wasn't so controlled by the way your pussy tried to keep him in as deep as he could go.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, your moans becoming louder and a little higher in pitch as he brought one hand down to circle your clit with more confidence than he had before.
"You're so.. so warm 'n tight. So perfect." He panted, diving back down and pushing your thighs forward to where they practically touched your chest. He kept up consistent circles on your clit, occasionally experimenting with a pinch or a softer rub, figuring out which got the best reaction out of you.
"God, Leon, you underestimate yourself. You- mhmm!" You paused, cut off by a cry of pleasure as he sped up his thrusts and his thumb on your clit, syncing it together perfectly. "Y-you had me scared you'd be bad at this, but fuck, 'm already close." You panted, looking up at him and basking in the way he stared down at you in awe.
Leon let out a small shudder, his breath catching in his throat as he heard your words. Your reassurance made him go insane. He loved hearing your voice, loved the squeeze as he rocked his hips back and forth, trying to dig himself deeper and deeper to be closer than humanly possible.
His brows furrowed, hips tensing. "'m real close.." he whined, swallowing harshly as his fingers shifted further down your thighs to gently grasp at your ass with the hand that wasn't massaging your clit, groping the flesh and memorizing the feel.
"You.. you gonna come?" He asked, breathless. He didn't want to finish first, but he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Mhmm, just keep going. I'm.." You exhaled heavily, lips falling open as you bucked your hips against his, almost chasing the feeling of him. His fingers, his cock, the touch of his skin on yours igniting a fire that tightened the knot in your lower stomach.
"Fuck, I-I can't." He almost sobbed, throwing his head back to avoid letting you see the 'crybaby' look, is what he called it. He took his hand from your clit and brought his hands to your chest, palming your breasts firmly beneath his palms as he struggled to keep a steady pace. Your back arched into his touch, seeking the roughness of his palms and fingertips. He let one hand shift to pinch and massage your nipple, eliciting a string of gasps and whines from you.
"Come for me, please," Leon panted, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "Please, I wanna feel it. Wanna feel you squeeze the life out of me." He whined.
Seconds passed, full of moans, gasps, heavy breaths, and desperate touches shared between two strangers who just happened to be as needy as the other. Finally, his thrusts became sloppy just as the knot in your stomach unraveled with a silent squeal of pleasure. Your core squeezed around him, and he couldn't move. His hips pushed all the way inside, burying himself as deep as he could as his cock pulsed, balls tightening. With how he'd been holding back, all it took for him to come was the sensation of your pussy squeezing and gushing around him like you were milking him for all he was worth.
Bodies slowed down, hearts pounding, bodies trembling, chests rising and falling rapidly, soaking in the warmth.
Leon came to first, still dazed.
"Holy crap. That was.. amazing." He huffed, looking down at you. "A-are you okay? Do you feel okay?" He asked softly, bringing his hand to cradle your head and make you look at him.
"I don't think I've felt this good in ages." You admitted, laughing lightly at his concern. "That was, indeed, amazing."
"Oh, good. I was afraid you'd have clarity and you'd regret it." He joked, but you both knew it was a valid concern.
Leon slowly pulled his hips back, letting his soft cock slip out of you. He tried not to stare, but he caught glimpse of the mess leaking from your hole, and he could've sworn he'd get hard again if he could.
"You gonna keep staring or you wanna go get cleaned up?" You snickered. Leon blushed, looking up at you.
"Sorry. I'll go grab a rag and some wipes. And some water. Do you want your leftovers? I'm kinda hungry.." He rambled for a moment, shifting to get up from the bed.
"Food sounds good." You nodded.
"Great. I'll get those warmed up and I'll come to clean you up." He said, disappearing down the hall, leaving you to wait for him as he warmed up the food and grabbed the stuff to help you clean up.
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rhiannonsknife · 2 days ago
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yellowjackets swimwear headcanons? 👙🌺
(specifically for mari, lottie, jackie, shauna, van , tai, melissa and akilah bc not enough people talk about my girl 💗)
— YELLOWJACKETS SUMMER SWIMWEAR HEADCANONS
including: jackie. shauna. lottie. tai. van. mari. melissa. akilah.
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JACKIE TAYLOR
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⋆˚࿔ jackie is one hundred percent showing up in a pink bikini!! she picked the set out to match her gold necklace, maybe even her nails & it either has bows, ruffles, or some kind of floral pattern.
SHAUNA SHIPMAN
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⋆˚࿔ i love her but shauna is the most “basic” beach girl out of the group, and i mean that lovingly (blame it on the sophie nelisse beach pic). she probably owns one plain-colored (black? navy blue? a very dark shade of red?) bikini that she’s had for four summers in a row.
LOTTIE MATTHEWS
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⋆˚࿔ maybe i’m being influenced by that one bts pic, but i’m totally seeing lottie in light green!! like mint or sage tones, maybe something ribbed with little details?? i could also see her in a matching set with a little sheer wrap or something!!
TAISSA TURNER
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⋆˚࿔ tai & van are team tits out at the beach, idc. tai probably wears some plain bikini bottoms and goes topless with zero shame (idk about the us, but this is SO normal in germany, nobody gives a fuck 😭😭)
VAN PALMER
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⋆˚࿔ again, much like tai, van probably can’t be bothered with a proper top half the time. but also!! post-top surgery van?? i know you guys see the vision!! they both have something they can just throw on when the group goes for ice cream, though: van an oversized shirt, tai a super loose summer dress in matching colors!!
NAT SCATORCCIO
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⋆˚࿔ listen. nat in a red bra → nat in a red bikini. it really is that simple!! to be fair, this girl looks criminally good in red, so?? also, she’s got a pair of shorts she wears (chat…nat with a happy trail…? is this a good time to bring back the yj bush discourse or…?) when she’s not in the water!!
MARI IBARRA
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⋆˚࿔ i’m pretty sure i’m basing this on that one scene where mari is lounging in what looks like calvin klein underwear? or was that an actual bikini? either way, i’m convinced that’s the energy she brings to the beach, too: some minimalist & sleek two-piece, probably black or dark grey, with a triangle top.
MELISSA HAT
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⋆˚࿔ okay but why am i lowkey getting a rikki-from-h2o vibe?? anyway, melissa is absolutely pulling up to the beach with her hair in those two braids and shit!! also: that fuckass hat. how did i forget to include it in the pics?? she’s obviously wearing that, too.
AKILAH
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⋆˚࿔ i feel like akilah brings colorful swimwear to the function!! i could see her wearing really vibrant colors and patterns to the beach, floral or coral or something like that?? maybe even matching shorts and/or tops for said ice cream runs??
masterlist.
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slutsenpai · 3 days ago
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ブルーロック ⊹˚˖୧ forget-me-not ◞♡ kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae, chigiri hyōma, mikage reo
angst about the blue lock boys forgetting your anniversary, based on this request ↬ tysm nonnie !! I really ate with the reo part, not gonna lie :3
request summary. reader plans a special date & she gets all dressed up, makes the reservation, waits patiently at the restaurant … but he never shows. minutes turn into hours, and eventually the staff tells her they’re closing. she heads out, and it starts pouring rain. she didn’t bring an umbrella, so she walks home soaked — dress ruined, makeup running, heart shattered. and when she gets home, she finds him there — and the second he sees her all drenched and quiet, it hits him. he completely forgot. no message, no excuse … and now he has to face the guilt of leaving her alone on a night that meant everything to her.
content. angst, sae being manipulative, mentions of alcohol, implied sex, characters are in their 20s !!
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⊹˚˖୧ rensuke
“baby?” rensuke called as he walked into your bedroom, worried when you didn't rush to the door to greet him. you hadn't seen him in a few days because he was away at a training camp, and he hadn't heard from you all night.
you were still awake but hardly, turning and throwing him the meanest glare he had ever seen from your pretty eyes. you had cried all of the energy out of your system.
“why're you all dressed up, babe? and your makeup—” his weight dipped the mattress, leaning over to touch your face softly, where all of your black eyeliner and mascara ran messy tracks down your flushed cheeks.
“fuck off,” you shrugged his hand away. you were too tired and dejected to confront him.
“what happened? did someone—”
all you could do was laugh. had he always been this stupid?
he tried to touch you again, this time your shoulder, but you still smacked him away. you looked gorgeous, despite your ruined makeup and messy bedhead. all dolled up, still in your little dress that you had worn for him. it wasn't until he noticed the necklace you were wearing that he realized what he had done — it was his gift to you from your first anniversary last year, on this exact day.
“fuck ... fuck.” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. it was his friend's birthday today, and he didn't even think twice when agreeing to the plans since it was the last day of camp with them. he wasn't paying attention to the number date, just the day of the week. god, he was so fucking stupid.
“baby, I am so fucking sorry. and I know that sorry won't cut it for this, just... fuck. I can't believe I would ever do that to you, you mean everything to me, I'm...”
you just let him talk, not really listening. your lack of acknowledgement was making him panic. “how can I make it up to you?”
“you can't, rennie.”
he sighed, desperately wanting to touch you. “I'll do anything for you, baby doll. any present, anywhere you wanna go, anything. I'll spend the next year making up for it, and I’m gonna spoil the hell out of you for the next one, and every one after that. I'll fucking grovel at your feet if you want me to. I am so fucking sorry.”
“you think we’re gonna last another year?”
“d-don’t say shit like that. of course we are. I love you.”
you just sighed in response, not feeling up to saying it back.
“I know it’s late, baby, but take a bath with me. I wanna hold you, and clean up that pretty face of yours. and tomorrow, we’re going to the spa, okay? and whatever restaurant you want. we’ll go shopping all next week on my off days, and—”
“enough. just let me sleep.”
he pouted, but didn’t give in. he got up to run the bath, then came back to finally scoop you up in his arms, holding you close. you let him have his way. you were too tired and honestly, he did seem very apologetic. you’d give him a chance to make up for it.
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⊹˚˖୧ sae
you were on the couch when he came over, using his key to open the door as you drowned your sorrows in some really good sake. you rolled your eyes and giggled when he walked over to you, his intense gaze already cold and scrutinizing. his eyes softened the slightest when he saw that you were all dressed up.
“you look cute, angel. what's the occasion? I came over because you wouldn't answer—”
“what's the occasion?” you spat back at him, a challenging and dangerous smile on your glossy lips. “you fucking tell me, handsome.”
he sat next to you on the couch, finally able to see that you had cried all of your pretty makeup off. he gently played with your hair and you let him, throwing back a long drink straight from the bottle.
he thought for a moment before checking the date on his phone, then clicking it off and setting it on the coffee table. he was aware that your anniversary was coming up, but his soccer schedule was insanely busy. “two years.” he responded, listless and unapologetic.
“yeah. too bad it won't last any longer. fucking waste.” you told him. you had really been thinking it over. not even just tonight after he did this, but the past few weeks. you loved sae more than anything, but you were so tired of how fucking selfish he could be.
“don’t be a stupid girl, angel dove.” he said softly, running his spread palm down your back, slowly rubbing up and down.
“you do things that piss me off all of the time, and I always get over it.” as if you'd ever do something like this.
“I'm still jetlagged from that flight and I slept all day. I'm sorry, my love. it won't happen again.”
“yeah, it won't happen again because—”
he gave you a stare so mean that it made your blood freeze over and your heart skipped a beat. “don't finish that sentence, love. you're mine.”
“n-no,” you stammered, unable to even say that one word with any sort of confidence.
“yeah, you're mine.” his hand was on your waist now, and you could feel his blunt nails start to dig in the slightest. you straightened your back, averting your gaze from his. neither of you relented your words so he leaned in, his eyes half-lidded and hungry. he eyed you like prey, those gorgeous long lashes framing something deadly and cruel.
he didn't even have to kiss you because you gave in first, you missed him so much and you loved him. he tasted so sweet and he was usually so good to you, and you needed him. he guided you onto his lap, his hands were possessive in how they roamed your body but he was gentle, as if you’d break or flee if he pushed too hard, too fast.
he pulled away for a quick breath, whispering, “admit it.”
“I-I’m yours, sae.” god, you were so down bad for him.
“good girl. we'll go out to dinner tomorrow, okay? I promise that I’ll make up for it. and I'm tired as hell but I gotta fuck that brattiness out of you, so you’re coming with me to bed.”
“because I got mad that you forgot our anniversary?”
“nah, for acting like you were gonna leave me. as if.”
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⊹˚˖୧ hyōma
you had actually cried all of the tears out of your body at this point. you took a bubble bath in your big tub, curled up into yourself and listening to the saddest songs that you could find.
chigiri opened the bathroom door, humming to himself, smiling when he saw you. he had missed you so much, but the fact that you refused to look at him gave him pause. he thought at first that your makeup was messed up from the bath, but it was obvious that you had been crying. your dress was discarded on the floor, completely soaked from your rainy walk home.
you still didn’t say anything, and he gently plucked your airpods out, placing them back in their case on the side on the tub. “hi, angel, missed you.” he leaned in to kiss your forehead and you backed away.
“what’s wrong, pretty girl?”
you stared at him, lips pouted and brows drawn. “you really don’t know?”
and then it hit him. he jumped up from where he was sitting on the tub, his eyes going wide in shock. “holy shit, I’m so sorry, my phone died on the flight and I passed out on the ride home, I didn’t even know what day it was.”
“really? your phone died? and you didn’t charge it?”
he shook his head, sitting back down on the tub ledge. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby. you know how it is, the team arranges our accommodations down to the T, so I just hopped in the car from the plane. I was still half-asleep.”
“you’re so fucking irresponsible, hyo.”
he frowned, knowing that you were right.
“I’m sorry … look at me, angel baby.” he reached out and gently took your chin in his fingertips, turning your face to his. “you’re my everything. I’m sorry that I let soccer come before you, especially on today, of all days. I’m so fucking grateful that you’re my girl .. you know that you’re perfect, right? I fucked up so bad this time.” he looked as if he were about to cry, his gorgeous cerise eyes that you loved so much were sad and glistening with tears. how could you ever stay upset with him?
you leaned into his touch as he rested his hand on your cheek, softly cradling you. “come here.” you whispered and he undressed in seconds, wanting nothing more than to take you in his arms and cover you in apologetic little kisses all across your body.
you laid down on his chest, unable to stop your tears again. it broke his heart, and he pressed small kisses all over your face, saying “I’m sorry” in between each one.
“your favorite ramen place is open twenty-four hours, right?”
“I don’t wanna go.” you whined, resting your face in his neck as he rubbed your back.
“fuck, okay … I’ll plan something for tomorrow; I’m gonna call in sick for training the next couple of days. I’ll fix it, I promise. I love you.”
“… love you too, hyo.”
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⊹˚˖୧ reo
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you were stunned. reo and nagi hardly drink alcohol, but the night before your anniversary, he gets plastered and ends up in a city multiple hours away? you were already at the restaurant — your favorite high end sushi bar that was nearly impossible for a normal person to get a reservation at (you called it in yourself and didn’t use reo’s connections because you wanted to surprise him).
you wanted to scream. you should’ve left, but you gathered yourself as best you could and sat at the table — the prettiest girl in the city, all alone.
reo called you a couple of minutes later, over and over again but you didn’t have anything to say to him, so you ignored his calls. he also texted you repeatedly before finally giving up because he knew that he wouldn’t get anything out of you. he had fucked up. you finally sent him one message with the restaurant’s location — “I’m here having dinner.”
you stayed there by yourself, desperately hoping that reo would walk up to your table at any second; hug you from behind and kiss the top of your head, rub your shoulders as he took in the soft scent of your perfume. all dressed up for you with a big smile on his handsome face, the prettiest boy that's ever existed. the server picked up what was going on, and he was incredibly gentle and patient with you the entire night. reo never showed.
it was pouring rain on your walk home, but you honestly didn’t care. you stumbled into your apartment that you shared with reo, trailing rainwater all through the pristine hardwood floors, ripping your platform heels off and going straight to the freezer to stuff your face with mochi.
reo came home just a couple minutes after you, and you absolutely broke down in tears once you saw him. he was out of breath, soaking in rain himself because he sprinted home from the train station.
you didn’t talk for a few minutes, just ugly crying into his chest as he held you close and whispered apologies into your neck.
“I’m so sorry, baby, please don’t fucking leave me.” he begged, not wanting to physically let you go here and now because he was fucking terrified that you’d run and never come back.
“you broke my heart, reo.” was all that you finally managed to say, looking into his pretty lilac eyes that you usually found so much comfort in.
he held your face with both of his hands, and he was so, so much bigger than you. he hated himself right now, for doing this to you. how you were so fucking gorgeous, that you dressed up all for him, how you were the most important thing to him in his entire life and he was the one who did this to you. pretty, glimmering eyes and wet mascara on long lashes. his sweet, precious girl.
“listen, baby. we’re gonna go out for dinner every night for the next year, okay? and you’re coming with me on all of my soccer trips, and I’m taking off all this week, and we’re doing whatever the fuck you want. anything you could possibly want. and I’m buying you a new car. anything for you, I’m so fucking sorry, sweet girl, my angel girl.”
“I don’t want things, reo, I just want you. I fucking need you.” you cried, and his heart physically ached.
“you have me, baby, m’not fucking going anywhere ever again, not ever, I’m so sorry. and I need you, too.” he told you, and he meant every single word.
you sniffled up at him and he gently wiped the tears off of your pretty face. “‘n we’re not eating out every night, that’s so unhealthy,” you mumbled, pressing your face into his warm, toned chest. he laughed, kissing the top of your head.
“yeah? I’m eating you out every night,” he giggled.
“reo!” you whined, pouting up at him and he kissed your lips this time, softly sighing against your mouth.
“then you’re at least letting me cook for you when we don’t go out, okay?”
“okay.”
the air between you was lighter now, and reo almost felt like he could breathe again.
“I’m sorry, and I love you so much.”
“I love you, reo.”
you didn’t know why, but you wanted to fuck him so bad right now, even after everything. the emotions were just too much, and he always made you feel so good.
and he did make you feel so good later that night, fucking hell. he had something to prove; worshipping you and making you feel truly loved. he had already ruined all other men for you, but tonight was something else entirely. every single one of his touches was reverent and purposeful, treating you like the perfect goddess that you are.
you loved each other too much; it was going to be okay. :)
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notes. thank u for patiently waiting for this ! it took me a while to write and was way longer than I had intended lol. I’m happy with it, but writing it did make me sad :( hope u enjoyed & I’m planning on writing some fun smutty stuff soon ! likes, reblogs & comments much appreciated!◞♡ do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my writing anywhere for any reason
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kxsagi · 3 days ago
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hey! can I request platonic bllk character x reader (any character/s you think works for this) who sees them as an older brother figure?
reader used to be close to her actual older bro, but their relationship has been quite cold & hostile for the past few years.
I kinda need this because I just met my brother yesterday after almost a year, & we already got into a fight 😭, I had to walk out of the house for it to end. he threw an open box cutter at me, idk whether it was intentional or not tho.
“𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞”
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a/n: i’m sorry, he threw WHAT at you??? nah he’s going into the basement 
i'm so sorry to hear that your relationship with your brother is like that, but you deserve people in your life who reciprocate your love and good energy. even if they're family or blood-related, don't be afraid to cut them off if you feel it's necessary for you and your mental health <3
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, mikage reo, bachira meguru, karasu tabito, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, ness alexis
isagi yoichi
isagi becomes your “big bro” purely by accident. it starts with him walking you home after practice because it’s dark and “you shouldn’t be walking alone.” then he starts nagging you about hydration and warming up properly. 
you don’t tell him about your brother at first, but he picks up on how your voice goes tight whenever family’s brought up. one day, he hears you on the phone with your brother. short. curt. cold. and when you hang up, you look like you’ve aged ten years. 
“i’m not trying to pry,” he says, “but if you ever need someone to talk to or yell at or play mario kart with, i got you.” 
cue late night gaming sessions with convenience store snacks. he’s bad at comforting with words, but he’ll let you win rounds and then act shocked like “damn. how are you so cracked?” just to make you laugh. 
he never pushes. just shows up consistently. like a real older brother should’ve. 
itoshi rin
you? voluntarily clinging to rin of all people? it shocks him, too. 
but there's something steady about him. quiet, mature, not overbearing. you start trailing after him like a lost duckling. at first, he acts annoyed. but then one day someone bumps into you too hard in the hallway, and he straight up glares like he's about to throw hands. 
“you good?” he mutters, almost gruffly. 
you nod. and for the first time in years, you feel… protected. 
he never asks about your family, but when you call him “nii-san” as a joke, he doesn’t correct you. doesn’t say a word. but his ears go a little red. 
will silently share his umbrella with you when it rains. won’t say, “i care about you,” but if you’re missing for longer than ten minutes, he’s already searching. 
mikage reo
reo figures it out pretty quick. you flinch whenever he mentions siblings, and you change the topic fast. 
“you know,” he says one day while handing you a matcha latte, “i always wanted a little sister. someone to spoil.” 
and boy, does he mean it. he’s the “bought you this top because it looked cute and reminded me of you” kind of brother figure. wants to take you shopping. lets you sit on the counter while he cooks and talks your ear off. 
he’s also lowkey protective in a petty rich boy way. sees you texting someone and goes “who’s that? do i need to hire a personal investigator?” 
when you finally break down and talk about your real brother, reo listens. doesn’t interrupt. doesn’t tell you to forgive or forget. just goes, “he messed up. but you deserve people who don’t.” 
and then forces you to binge rom-coms and do face masks. 
bachira meguru
bachira’s warmth is something you didn't know you missed. he grabs your wrist and pulls you into situations like you're just meant to be there. 
he starts calling you “imouto-chan” (little sister) before you even tell him about your real brother. “it suits you,” he beams. 
he notices you get a bit quiet when people talk about siblings, though. one day, while you're doodling, he casually asks, “did you and your big bro used to draw together?” 
you nod. then go silent. he doesn’t push. instead, he starts handing you little paper cranes or doodles every day. “made this for you!” 
he gives the kind of love that asks for nothing back. and for someone who's been treated like an afterthought, that means everything. 
also, he’ll 100% bite anyone who makes you cry. just say the word. 
karasu tabito
at first, you thought karasu was just some cocky older guy who’d tease you endlessly, but you soon realize that behind the sarcasm is someone scarily perceptive. 
he notices you never bring up your brother, even though you talk about childhood memories a lot. 
“damn,” he says one day while tossing you a drink, “you got some repressed sibling drama, huh?” you blink. “how’d you–” “you do that thing. y’know, where you get all smiley talking about the past and then your face drops like someone punched you in the gut.” 
he says it so casually, but then follows up with a quiet, “if you ever want to talk about it, i can shut up and listen. i’m not just a pretty face, you know.” 
teasing older brother energy to the max. sends you cursed memes at 1 AM. calls you “kid” and “shrimp.” but if anyone else talks down to you? he goes full attack dog mode. 
“only i get to annoy her. get in line.” 
itoshi sae
you’d never guess sae would take on the big brother role. he doesn’t even seem to like people. 
but there’s something in the way he keeps showing up for you. like when he drives you home after you missed the last train. or when he slips you his jacket without a word. 
he never asks about your family, but he sees the way your eyes darken around the subject. and maybe, just maybe, he gets it. 
“you don’t owe anyone your love just because they’re family,” he says one night, voice low. it hits you like a slap. 
and it means more coming from him. someone who walked away from his own brother once. someone who understands estrangement not as a failure, but as survival. 
he’s not expressive, but he shows up. every time. and when he sees your hands shake during that one phone call with your brother, he quietly takes your phone and hangs up. 
“don’t let people who hurt you talk like they still have a right to.” 
from then on, he checks in more. sends dry texts like “did you eat.” or “bring a jacket. it’s cold.” 
the warmth is quiet, but it’s real. like a big brother who doesn't need to say “i care” for you to know it. 
shidou ryusei
the last person you expected to have older brother energy… and yet here we are. 
it starts with him teasing you for being a “baby” anytime you trip or yawn. “damn, do you need a stroller too?” 
but the moment someone talks down to you or you get upset? shidou’s feral. straight up throws his arm around your shoulder like “you got beef with my lil sis? 'cause i got time.” 
he pretends to be the worst role model ever – egging you on to do dumb stuff like throw grapes at people from the balcony – but will stop you from actually doing it at the last second. 
one time, you tell him you don’t really talk to your real brother anymore. he goes quiet for once. then shrugs. 
“his loss. you’re the only brat i’d tolerate yelling at me for finishing their fries.” 
shidou’s brand of care is chaotic protection. he’ll make you laugh until you cry, then beat up your sadness like it owes him money. 
nagi seishiro
nagi becomes your older brother figure completely by accident. it starts when you fall asleep on the couch next to him during a team meeting and he just… lets you. 
after that, it’s like you’re his little nap buddy. he starts dragging you into his lazy rituals. gaming, ramen, watching dumb videos on his phone while lying on the floor like sea creatures. 
you vent to him once about how you and your brother used to do that too, but now he barely speaks to you. nagi just stares at you for a second and goes, “that sucks.” 
then, a beat later, “guess you can do it with me instead.” 
from then on, if you’re ever feeling down, he’ll appear with a controller and snacks and go, “c’mon. let’s not think.” 
he’s the chill older brother who doesn’t ask many questions, but always gives you the space to just exist. and that’s sometimes even more comforting than words. 
kaiser michael
you are his self-proclaimed “baby gremlin,” and no, you don’t get a say in the nickname. 
at first, you thought he was too arrogant and loud to ever take anyone seriously. he also really struggled with his relationships due to past traumas. but when he noticed you spacing out during dinner, picking at your food, he actually... toned it down? 
“yo. what’s going on in that sad little head of yours?” 
when you finally mention your older brother and how cold things have gotten, he pauses mid-chew and just says, “older brothers suck. upgrade to a kaiser michael. zero emotional baggage, full sass package.” 
you roll your eyes, but the next day he shows up with a designer dress in your size like, “you didn’t ask for this, but i’m your brother now. suffer.” 
he overcompensates with sarcasm and expensive gifts. but underneath all that bravado is someone who genuinely wants to protect you from every ounce of rejection you’ve been through. 
“he may be blood, but i choose you. and i don’t choose easy, y'know?” 
ness alexis
ness is the kind of brother figure who is soft, thoughtful, and weirdly good at remembering little things. 
he sees you getting quiet one day after practice when someone talks about their sibling and casually offers you his water bottle. 
“you okay?” 
when you confess that your brother and you used to be close but now barely speak, ness goes: “so that’s why you give me those ‘i wish i could punch feelings’ eyes when people talk about family.” 
after that, he just kind of adopts you. he braids your hair during team travel, shares his spotify playlist with you (“sad girl certified”), and gives you the emotional validation you didn’t know you needed. 
if someone makes you cry, he’s the kind to drag kaiser with him like, “come on, we’re going to war.” 
he’ll randomly text you affirmations like “you deserve love, a full fridge, and someone who answers your texts within three minutes.” 
his protective older brother energy is underrated, but it runs deep. he won’t let you feel abandoned again, not on his watch. 
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
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martiniluvr · 19 hours ago
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18+ minors dni
finally processed the unimaginable horror of a second consecutive stanley cup win by the florida panthers. for those who may still be grieving, here’s some more hockey player!jason to ease the pain 💔
warnings: jason drops the gloves, mentions of blood, size kink 🧘‍♀️
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hockey player!jason who takes his enforcer role seriously. maybe too seriously. he’s only just made it back on the ice after a penalty when a rookie on the opposing team decides to try his luck chirping; jason mostly ignores him, until the kid lets out a line that cuts through the noise of the arena. “hey, todd, y’think that little puck bunny of yours handles a stick better than you?”
hockey player!jason who doesn’t even let the smirk fade off the rookie’s face before he drops the gloves and starts swinging. teammates from both sides swarm to try and pry him off—no small feat when you’re dealing with one of the biggest players in the league. the crowd cheers wildly and the refs are yelling, but all jason can focus on is the bright red blood coating his knuckles as his fist splits the skin on the kid’s cheekbone.
hockey player!jason who sits out the rest of the game in the locker room after an immediate ejection and the promise of a chewing out by the coach and general manager later. he glares down at his bloodied and bandaged hand, and the bruises forming under the gauze, knowing they pale in comparison to the reaming he’s going to get for this. worth it.
hockey player!jason who won’t tell you what the kid did to piss him off like that as you lie in bed after the game, but swears he was justified while you examine his injuries. you meet his gaze, and his expression is nothing short of cocky. typical. “so…how’d he look?” he asks, a coy smirk on his lips. you know he loves this part. “awful,” you reply, feigning disapproval, “but he’ll live.”
hockey player!jason who goads you into recounting the fight, taking note of the way your cheeks flush as you detail the scene. “it took, like, six guys to get you off him,” you say, and he chuckles. there’s a pause as the air thickens between you, and you bite your lip. “I mean, it was…pretty hot.” his grin widens as your hand trails down his abdomen.
hockey player!jason who listens intently to you singing his praises, his green eyes dark with lust as your hand rubs his hardening cock over his boxers. “I forget how strong you are,” you coo sweetly, slipping your fingers under the waistband. he moans quietly as you stroke him, your pace measured despite struggling to fit him in your hand. “even in the gear you were, like, almost two feet taller than him, jay.”
hockey player!jason who has you straddling his lap before you can even begin explaining the aftermath of the fight, your panties lost somewhere in the bedsheets. you whine as you feel his thick cock split you in half, and his calloused hands guide your hips as he slowly bottoms out inside you, groaning at the feeling of your dripping cunt gripping him like a vice. “fuck, that’s my girl, hm?” he breathes, feeling your walls relaxing around his substantial size. his smile is arrogant despite his ragged voice. “nothin’ you can’t handle, right, ma?”
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sunsetmade · 1 day ago
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fic idea.
Reader who was originally a pouge but started dating rafe, the pouges all ignore her and fast forward to whenever she’s married and preggers with rafe idk lol?
Love this idea!! I’m going to do a part two so that will posted tomorrow!
His Pouge
Rafe Cameron x Pouge! Reader
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Everyone had something to say about it—about them.
And honestly? She got it.
It wasn’t like she’d planned to fall for Rafe Cameron. Not even close. Growing up on The Cut, the Camerons were more cautionary tale than reality—like whispers in the dark about what happened when you trusted the wrong people. Everyone had a story. Everyone had a warning. And Rafe? He was the one they all swore was too far gone to come back.
So no, falling for him had never been part of the plan.
But plans didn’t mean much when he looked at her like she hung the moon. Like the chaos of the world went quiet when she walked into the room. And when he said her name low and teasing, with that barely-there grin like it was just for her… the edge he wore around everyone else faded into something almost gentle.
Especially when he reached out with that careful touch, like brushing a strand of hair from her face was sacred somehow. Like he was afraid she’d slip through his fingers if he wasn’t soft with her.
And now, curled up in the back of his truck—her legs tucked over his, her cheek resting against the worn fabric of his hoodie—it almost didn’t hurt so much. Almost.
“You’re quiet,” Rafe murmured, his fingers grazing lazy patterns against her thigh, just under the hem of her cutoff shorts. “Too quiet. You only get this quiet when you’re either spiraling or trying not to cry. Which is it?”
She didn’t answer right away. The steady drag of his fingertips, the warmth of his chest beneath her cheek—it made it harder to say out loud.
“Pope won’t even look at me,” she whispered eventually, voice barely audible over the crickets in the woods behind them.
Rafe exhaled slowly through his nose. “Yeah.”
“JJ called me a traitor,” she continued, throat tightening. “And Kiara just… walked off. Like I wasn’t even standing there.”
She felt it then—his whole body go taut. The subtle way his arm firmed around her back, the shift of his jaw against the top of her head. He didn’t like her feeling this way. And he definitely didn’t like anyone else making her feel this way.
“They don’t know us,” he said after a beat, voice low, a little rough. “Don’t get it.”
She sat with that for a moment, blinking up at the stars peeking through the tree branches overhead. Her heart ached, not just from the distance between her and the Pogues, but from knowing how easy it was for them to walk away.
“That’s the hardest part,” she said softly. “They don’t want to understand. They’ve already decided I’m wrong for loving you. That you haven’t really changed. But… I know you have.”
Rafe didn’t respond right away. He didn’t have to. She knew what he was thinking. What he was carrying. They both knew the version of him people remembered wasn’t easy to forget. Or forgive.
But she also knew the version of him who made her laugh when she didn’t want to smile. The one who checked her tire pressure because he “didn’t trust that rust bucket” she drove, and who kissed her forehead like it was a promise. He wasn’t perfect. But he was trying. And with her, he was someone softer. Calmer. Safer.
He held her tighter, tucking her closer into his chest like she was something breakable. His nose brushed her hair, his breath steady against her skin.
“You want me to talk to them?” he asked quietly, like he was already ready to go to war for her. “Tell ‘em to back off? Not that it’s any of their damn business—”
“No.” She cut him off gently, leaning back just enough to look up at him. “I don’t want this to be a fight. I don’t want us to feel like we can’t enjoy being together. I don’t want to have to defend us. ”
Rafe frowned, brows pulling together as his eyes searched hers. “You’re hurting,” he said, like it offended him on some deep, personal level. “You shouldn’t be hurting.”
A soft, sad smile tugged at her lips. “I just… I feel like I’m stuck between two worlds. Like I don’t really belong anywhere right now.”
He didn’t speak. Just shifted her fully into his lap, arms wrapped around her waist now, his body shielding her from the world like he could protect her from every sharp word ever thrown her way. One hand reached over to the glove compartment, pulling out the beat-up old lighter he always fidgeted with. He turned it over in his fingers for a second before placing it gently in her palm.
“Here,” Rafe said, his voice quiet as he pressed something small and familiar into her hand. “Click it. You like doing that.”
She glanced down, blinking. It was his lighter—the old beat-up one he always had in his pocket, the one he flicked open and shut whenever he was thinking too hard.
“Rafe…” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
“You always mess with it when you’re nervous,” he said gently, eyes locked on hers. “Figured it might help.”
Her throat tightened instantly. There it was again—that way he saw her. Not just the parts everyone else noticed. But the quieter things. The little habits. The flickers of anxiety she never spoke out loud.
She took it with careful fingers, the metal cool against her skin. Her thumb slid over the hinge and she clicked it open. Then shut. Then open again. The soft snap echoed in the stillness of the truck cab. And slowly—like turning down the volume on all her noise—the motion started to calm her.
Rafe let her settle into the rhythm for a moment before his nose brushed hers in a soft nudge that made her look up.
“I’m proud of you, you know,” he murmured.
She blinked. “For what?”
“For being brave enough to want what you want.” His lips twitched into the faintest, crooked smile. “Even if it’s complicated. Even if it’s… me.”
Something caught in her chest. Like her heart had hiccupped. The kind of ache that came when someone said the exact right thing at the exact right time and meant every word of it.
Her fingers squeezed around the lighter. “You make it easy to want you.”
His eyes darkened at that—just a little. Enough to make her stomach flip. “Don’t say stuff like that unless you want me to kiss you.”
“I do.” She whispered with a small smile rested on her face.
That was all he needed.
His lips met hers, slow and certain, like he’d been thinking about this moment all day. There was no rush. No frenzy. Just the kind of kiss that felt like a secret—soft, sure, and full of something real.
She melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck like she was afraid he’d slip away. The world outside—the broken friendships, the whispers, the judgment—it all fell away. This didn’t feel like taking. This didn’t feel like a rebellion.
It felt like home.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead stayed resting against hers, breath mingling with hers in the quiet.
“They’ll come around,” he whispered. “And if they don’t, fuck ‘em. I’ve got you.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks before she even realized they were coming. Rafe caught them gently, wiping each one with the pad of his thumb like they mattered. Like she mattered.
“You’re not alone,” he said, barely louder than the wind outside the window. “Not while I’m around. You hear me?”
She nodded, unable to speak through the knot in her throat.
“And I know I’ve messed up. I know what they say about me.” His hand came up to cradle her jaw, thumb grazing the edge of her cheek. “But with you? I’d never mess that up. I swear I’d never let anyone hurt you. Not even your friends.”
She swallowed hard. “What if they never forgive me?”
“They don’t have to,” he said, without hesitation. “You don’t need to apologize for being happy. You don’t need to feel guilty because your heart picked somethin’ messy. But this?” His voice softened. “You and me? That’s not somethin’ you should be ashamed of.”
Her fingers threaded through his, her grip firm like she finally believed him.
For a long while, neither of them said anything. They just sat in the cab of his truck with the windows cracked, the summer air rustling the trees around them. Her head rested against his shoulder, and his arm held her like he didn’t plan to let go.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple, the softest one yet.
Then he whispered, “Let me take you home.”
She turned her face toward him, brushing her nose against his cheek. “Will you stay?”
His answer was a smile so tender it made her chest ache all over again.
“You don’t even have to ask.”
The ride to her house was quiet. Music carefully spilling through the radio creating a calming effect.
She leaned against the passenger door, one of his hoodies drowning her frame. It still smelled like him—cologne and campfire and something vaguely like pine. Her fingers were tangled with his across the console the whole time, and neither of them let go, even when he parked.
“You sure you don’t mind staying?” she asked once they were inside, locking the door behind them.
Rafe didn’t answer right away. Just dropped his keys on the counter, kicked off his boots, and gave her that slow half-smile she’d come to recognize as his you’re cute when you worry face.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said simply. And meant it.
She offered a small nod and padded toward the bathroom, tugging her hair down from where it had been tied up. He watched her disappear, then looked around the room.
It was small. A little cluttered. A blanket on the couch, half a pack of gum on the coffee table, a mug with a chipped handle by the sink. Her world was lived-in. Warm. So her. No matter how many times he had been in her house it always had the same effect on him.
Rafe had been in hundreds of houses—too big, too polished, too cold—but hers made his chest loosen in a way none of them ever had.
From down the hall, he could hear the soft sounds of her getting ready for bed: the quiet squeak of the faucet, the muffled hum of her toothbrush, the rustle of drawers opening and closing.
He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching with an easy fondness as she moved through her routine. There was something calming about the way she went through each step—methodical, familiar. She didn’t rush. She was just herself. And for once, she wasn’t trying to be okay. She was just being.
She glanced up mid-moisturizer, catching his reflection in the mirror. “You’re staring,” she mumbled through a sleepy smile.
Rafe shrugged. “I like watching you.”
She blinked, cheeks warming. “Doing what? Brushing my teeth?”
“Just being you.” He said it like it was obvious.
She rolled her eyes, but the smile lingered on her lips.
When she was finished, she turned off the bathroom light and walked past him in an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder. Rafe caught her hand before she could pass, tugging her back into him for a second.
“I like this version of you,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “The sleepy, makeup-off, extra-cute version.”
She hummed a quiet laugh against his chest. “You’re dangerously close to being sweet again.”
“Shhh.” He grinned. “Don’t ruin my street cred.”
They crawled into bed a few minutes later. She pulled the blankets up around them while he kicked off his jeans, leaving only his t-shirt and boxers before climbing in beside her.
She was still settling when he reached out and pulled her into him—her back against his chest, his arm slipping around her waist. His nose nuzzled into the space behind her ear, warm breath against her skin.
“You always cuddle like you’re afraid I’ll disappear,” she murmured, teasing.
“That’s because I might wake up and find out this was a dream.”
She turned in his arms at that, enough to face him in the dim light spilling through her curtains. His hair was messy, eyes half-lidded, expression softer than anyone else had ever seen on him. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead.
“You’re not dreaming.”
He leaned in and kissed her again—just once. Slow. Certain.
She tucked herself against his chest, her legs tangled with his, and his arms wrapped around her like they belonged there.
And when her breathing finally evened out, when she was warm and tucked into his chest, he let his own eyes close—pressing one last kiss to the crown of her head.
She didn’t know it, but that night, Rafe Cameron slept better than he had in years.
Part two is posted!
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"All of them Goddamn" Saja Boys x Reader Part 2
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ill be so honest guys I feel like I butchered the start but oh well! I don't know for sure how long in the actual movie it took for them to defeat them yada yada. But in this AU i'll just say it took like a few months. Anyway, this doesn't have smut in it, IM SORRY BRO OKAY. im lowkey thinking of making a part 3 cuz this shit ended weird ok. ALSO reader is pregnant, if u dont like that LEAVE. its not my fault bro had unsafe smeggs in part 1
also yes im working on my other requests about them, those will be full on smut trust :33333 -
IT had been weeks since our last encounter. And oh boy… I’ve had these terrible headaches, these terrible stomach aches. The many times I’ve had to dip out of rehearsals just to empty my stomach. My energy levels have gone down the drain. I thought about reasons for a very long time, I was perfectly fine before the “Saja Boys” fiasco at the bathhouse, and a week or so after I was fine. But the more I thought about that night the more I realised how irresponsible and lust driven all of us were. Literally all of them splattered my insides white and NONE of us had any kind of protection, oh my fucking god. “What if I'm pregnant. What if im carrying the child of a fucking demon.” I spoke to myself quietly, sitting in my bed, stressing the fuck out. It all made sense, and I honestly wish it didn’t. How am I supposed to bring this up to THEM? How am I supposed to explain my predicament to my bandmates?? To our manager?? I can’t just fucking go up to them like ‘Oh yeah.. By the way, I'M pregnant and the father must be one of the Saja boys. Hell no. We had enough trouble overall with losing our fans day by day to them, and figuring out a song to completely wipe the demons out and strengthen the Honmoon up for good. Wait… If we defeat the saja boys and actually succeed, what about this possible child I might be carrying?? I mean maybe I’m not pregnant- But with everything happening there is a 98% chance I am. If we kill them- my child- or well their child too will forever be fatherless OH GOD what if the baby dies too?? I have to take a test, like badly. “Hey, I'm going out!” I said to the girls after emerging from my room, dressed very casually. “Alright, be safe okay?” Rumi said back, before turning back to her movie.
“Oh! Can you bring back chicken noodles?? I’ve been craving them!” Zoey yelled out from the kitchen. “Will do, bye bye!” “Byeeee!” Mira said, not looking away from her book.
The evening breeze was chilly, the hoodie I wore could only do so much. Feeling the cold sweeping through the tiniest openings. I walked faster, wanting to get to the sweet warmth of the pharmacy, which shouldn’t be too far now. As I finally reached the store, immediately feeling relieved and speed walking to the intimacy section, looking through all the different tests. I kept my hood up, trying to stay as hidden as possible not wanting any scandals to happen.
”Would you like some help?” A kind pharmacist said from next to me, a smile on her face. ”Uhmm… Well, anything that's trustworthy..?” I answered awkwardly.
We had a lovely conversation, she was really easy to talk to. The average auntie, well at least she looked the age… Thankfully she did not recognize me, internally sighing in relief. As I finished shopping and walked out. I was immediately met with the cold and once again began my walk back home.
Though as I was walking it felt like I was being watched, the hairs on the back of my neck rising like I was spiderman. I tried to walk faster, taking different routes but in the end a sudden smoke appeared out of nowhere, scaring the ever living shit out of me. Currently I was in an alley too so his shit truly was not ideal.
”Well well well, look who it is.” A deep voice called out and I immediately recognized it.
”Jinu??!” I said shocked, clutching the bag into my chest.
”And don’t forget about us!” Another voice said and four more men appeared right next to Jinu.
Oh for fucks sake.
”I'm not in the mood.” I scoffed. 
Okay well between you and me I was very much in the mood but I also did not want them knowing about my… predicament.
”C'mon doll we all know that’s a lie.” Abby said, walking closer to me, throwing his arm around my shoulders.
”No really, please.. Just let me go.” I sighed, my emotions in overdrive. “What’s the matter?” Mystery asked, seemingly the only one with the social skills to actually pick up on my mood. “It’s nothing, just a bad day.” I quickly said, wanting to get out of this situation before my ‘possible’ secret gets revealed. “Why do you smell so good right now?” Romance spoke up, suddenly appearing right beside me, literally inhaling my scent. “Now that you mention I smell it too.” Baby said, eyeing me up and down. Oh shit, I literally forgot they are demons. Does this basically confirm my suspicions and fears? Can they smell the change in my hormones or some shit? That's lowkey creepy, but whatever. “Just let me go.” I said once again, walking past them. Obviously they wouldn’t let me go that easily, hearing their footsteps behind me. I was seriously fed up. “You’re hiding something aren’t you? Maybe in that bag of yours?” Jinu caught up with me, tilting his head in a mocking way. “Did you pick up some toys to use incase we all met up again?” Abby joked, others giggling with him.
I chose to ignore them, as much as I honestly wanted to get down on the floor and get absolutely ravished by all of them. Getting home and doing this test and then crying my eyes out was much more favorable.  Though I don’t think they took me ignoring them very well, the next thing I knew they had stopped in their tracks, making me turn around, their faces rid of any humor or smiles. “Fine if you’re going to act like a brat. Don’t bother crawling back to us begging for more.” Jinu scoffed, all of them agreeing with him. “The entitlement is crazy!! See if i fucking care!” I yelled out, baffled at how these men… No these DEMONS were acting. No other words were exchanged as I turned on my heel and practically ran off, holding in the tears. This is how everything was supposed to go. Obviously they wouldn’t hold any emotional attachment to me, what was I expecting? A nice dinner date in the city's most luxurious 5 star restaurant?? They are demons for fucks sake, their whole thing is to just lure people in and then eat their souls. But why did it hurt so much? It’s not like they actually took advantage of me or anything, I gave them my full consent and was reckless. And now I'm paying the price for one night of pleasure. I thought, staring at the 3 positive tests in my hand. Makeup already ruined, eyeliner mushed around my cheeks, tears still flowing down freely. My emotions were all over the place, It wasn’t on my plans to become a young mother to a fucking half demon baby. Yet despite all of that I couldn’t help but already feel attached. This child was innocent, who am I to blame it for being conceived by my own foolish desires and actions. I had decided, no matter how foolish or bad, I was keeping this baby and that’s final. The next few weeks were awful, between the writing, composing of songs and rehearsals not to mention rivaling against Saja boys. AND struggling with the amazing side effects of pregnancy, thankfully I wasn’t showing yet, so I could still use our performance outfits no matter how flashy or tight they were. Things had been going south though. The Honmoon was weakening due to our lack of progress, demons appearing left and right. Fans leaving and going for Saja boys. They were practically everywhere, we were being overthrown quickly.
“Alright girls! I know everythings all ‘saja’ ‘saja’. But we are going to turn it into ‘Huntrix!’ ‘Huntrix!’ alright?” Bobby said with a smile placing a bunch of posters in front of us at our table. “There’s a bunch of fans outside who literally SLEPT on the sidewalk just to see you. “Happy fans… Happy Honmoon!” We all looked at each other and clicked our pens together, sitting at our fan event table. And so the fans bursted in and so did 5 random… sleeping bag things..? “And who do I owe this to?” Rumi asked with a smile, going to pick up a poster to sign it. “To your biggest fans…” The male said, they all revealed themselves as Saja boys. Oh for FUCKS sake. All of the attendees went crazy yelling out their band name. “Oh Saja boys It’s an honor! Table please!” Bobby said, as they brought a table down for the boys. “Joint meeting??” Half of the people lined up for us moved to the boys table. We looked at each other baffled, Rumi staying silent for a moment before standing up and announcing the boys would be seated with us and the people immediately lined back up. “WHAT?!” All of us whisper yelled.
“We need all the fans we can get…” Rumi said, sitting back down in her seat. I was now forced to sit between Baby and Jinu. Neither of them didn’t seem to pay attention to me, but I could feel glances my way ever so often. Forced to listen to them shamelessly flirting with my bandmates, forced to sit in absolute misery and worst of all.. Forced to suffer my raging hormones, oh god they smelled so good. The fan event started off good, signing posters and albums, having short chats with the fans, doing cute stuff yada yada. I was doing a pretty good job with ignoring the boys, no matter how much I wanted to oogle at them. Jinu made it very clear they don’t want anything to do with me anymore. “Hello! I hope you’re doing alright!” I smiled sweetly at the next fan in front of me, a guy my age I assumed. “Oh my god!! I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you!” He beamed with happiness, taking my hands in his. Oookayy.. could’ve asked for permission first but i’ll let it slide… Happy fans.. Happy Honmoon I reminded myself. “I can’t believe I'm meeting you! Thank you for supporting us!” I smiled back, a little forced. “I’ve been a fan since the first day, you’re my favorite! I love you so much!” He continued, moving closer to me. “I appreciate that!” I cringed internally at how close he was getting. “Would you like me to sign anything?” The fanboy gasped letting go of my hands to dig into his bag, probably for an album. I couldn’t help but notice from the corner of my eye how Jinu had turned his head towards us both, watching the interaction clearly not amused. It was then when I felt a hand land on my thigh, inching ever so closer to my core. My eyes widened for a moment before I calmed myself down, acting normal for the fan. “Please sign my album!” He asked, handing it to me and so I did.
“You’re so amazing!!! Pleaseee marry me!” The guy said, lowkey freaking me out now. This also caught the attention of my bandmates but also all of the Saja Boys. And if looks could kill this fellow would be buried deep within the earth's core. I forced an awkward smile, trying not to yell at this guy, not wanting to scare any of the other fans who might I add also started watching the interaction. “Hahaha- Thank you- umm I’m sorry but-” Before I could continue a hand slammed in front of me, making me flinch. “I think it’s time you move on.” It was Jinu and he was pissed, in fact they all were pissed I could feel the atmosphere changing. Everyone was dead quiet, the guy looked like he would piss his pants at any moment, before quickly snatching the poster and fleeing the whole event. It was pretty fucking awkward after that but it wasn’t long until things seemed to return to normal. “Thank you…” I muttered to Jinu, not sparing a glance. He didn’t reply but he didn’t need to, another squeeze to my thigh was all I needed. Maybe everything was not lost between us after all, maybe he did care, maybe they all did. They just didn’t know how to express themselves… I don’t know, maybe I’m just delusional holding onto the smallest thread of hope. One thing is for sure though, I need to let them know.  After the fan event fiasco I was sitting in my dressing room, just staring into the mirror. The frown on my face was evident as a hand rested on my stomach. The thoughts in my head racing, I was so conflicted. Everytime I saw one of the guys I felt weak in my legs, my heart thumped against my chest, and I just felt… weird. Was I really falling in love?
And how would that end huh…
I was suddenly pulled away by my thoughts due to my door opening, in walked all of them. Without an invitation of course!! We just stared at each other without saying a word, the air heavy around us. I don’t know for how long we just stood there in silence, but it felt like our eyes were having the conversation for us entirely.
“Why did you come here.” I asked bluntly.
“To check up on you, are we not allowed to care?” Jinu asked with a frown, hands folded in front of his chest. I let out an amused scoff, looking away from them, gathering my words. “That’s rich coming from you. From all of you.” I said a hint of venom in my tone. “From what I gathered last time we happened to bump into each other you all were only after ONE thing. Sex. It’s very funny suddenly seeing you ‘care’, or being interested in how I'm doing. Hey it’s okay though! It was a really nice one night stand, I can't believe I expected more.” It felt relieving to finally get my feelings out, really it did. “What? Got nothing to say? Because I was right?” I asked, staring at their faces, all of them seemed to avoid eye contact, nervous almost. “It’s.. not that… I just- We’ll we just… The truth is-” Jinu tried but couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. “We all like you!” Baby Saja yelled out. “We didn’t know how to tell you, or how to find you..” Romance continued, scratching the back of his head. “I guess the moment we saw you again.. Asking for that was like.. a way to try and forget..” Abby said, his face red. “We thought you would never like us back.. Since you know… we are demons.” Mystery quietly said Honestly their confession shocked me, you mean there’s actually hope?? They actually have feelings?? No fucking way. It almost brought me to tears, fucking hormones. “I- I’m shocked… Truth is after our ‘thing’ I couldn’t stop thinking about you all…” I mumbled, all of their heads snapped towards me. “It was torture trying to sleep that night…” I giggled quietly, remembering. “You drive us crazy… And today seeing that boy touch you… It made us mad, it's weird.. It feels like an instinct, to protect you from everything and anything…” Jinu said, others agreeing. “I feel like I need to be close to you… at all times, something is pulling me in.” Baby said, walking closer to me. All of them followed, I backed towards the counter where all my makeup was laid. I stared up at them, all of a sudden remembering the last time and immediately felt like my panties had just been dipped into water.  “I want to be close to you all too…” I said, eyes never leaving theirs. Suddenly nothing else mattered, all I wanted was to have a taste of them again, to feel them touch me, mark me, claim me. Jinu’s hands landed on my shoulders, he leaned in slowly, our lips connecting in a sweet kiss. It wasn’t messy like before, but instead a passionate one. As we separated he looked me deep in the eyes, his hand caressing my cheek. “I’m sorry about that day.” He said. “It’s okay…” None of us shared another word, but that was okay. Though I still felt terrible, as they all got close to me. I was keeping this secret from them, but I was afraid, so afraid. What would they think? What would everyone think? I didn’t want this moment to end in more unnecessary fighting and drama, I just wanted everyone to be happy. If it meant keeping and going through this by myself I would do it. 
Romance pressed his lips against my neck, his teeth just slightly gracing my skin. Baby on my other side, his hand caressing my arm, leaning against me, enjoying the warmth of my skin. Abby took Jinu’s place in front of me, kissing me deeply, pressing himself up against me. Softly moaning into his kiss, playfully fighting his tongue with my own. Mystery had taken Romance's side and was now running his fingers through my hair, kissing my cheek and neck. After a little bit more making out with them and touching each other up we separated, even if we didn’t want to. But time was not on our side, soon the girls would come looking for me and we would be busted big time. “We’ll see each other more right?” I asked hopefully, the fact is I felt myself not wanting to leave their side for even a moment. “Yes, definitely. It hurts us to be away from you darling.” Jinu said. “Let us mark you… be ours forever..” Abby asked, almost desperate. “Please, I need everyone to know you are mine and theirs.” Mystery said, his voice whiny. The rest agreed, and how could I say no to them? Even if my mind tried telling me no. For deep down in my heart I was afraid of all these feelings, what happens if we truly seal the Honmoon up for good? My heart would be broken beyond repair. “Yes.” In a flash their human forms disappeared, replaced by their demon counterparts. I used to loathe them, to hate them but now I feel like I preferred seeing their true selves. I felt even more connected to them. They placed their hands on my chest one by one, each time a mark flashed over my chest, a purple hue traveling along my veins down my arms before disappearing. Each time I felt a surge of emotions, feelings like a piece of their lost souls merged with mine. I'm sure they felt more alive, I could see this light in their eyes I had never seen before. “You are ours now and we.. are yours.” - YEA ILL MAKE A PART 3 MAYBE YEAH (i will)
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