#for the rest of my life. but i’d still be fine being in a relationship with them if they theoretically asked

[loveofastarvingdog]

i think if i ever got married to someone i wouldn’t even worry about “falling” out of love with them. as long as it doesn’t turn into resentment or anything like that, i am perfectly fine being married to someone who i love as a best friend even without the romance <3

[kenshiluvr]

guard dog

bi-han/reader

summary: your husband doesn’t like when other men flirt with you.

tags: established relationship, fluff, protective! bi-han, sunshine/moody duo bc i live for this

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.❅.* :☆ﾟ. ───

“I’m telling you,” Johnny runs a hand through chestnut hair. “You’re drop-dead gorgeous! You could seriously be a model!” He gushes, giving a grin to you. You chuckle softly, waving him off. “I dunno about that, but thank you.” You respond calmly. A chill washes over the two of you, cold fingers curling into your waist. Bi-Han, your husband, glares at Johnny over your shoulder. “Hey, man- convince your wife to become a model for me.” The actor chuckles. “I wanna see her on Vogue!”

Bi-Han growls softly, pulling you a little closer. “She’s off-limits, Cage.” He grumbles. You simply laugh, patting your husband’s strong forearm. “Relax, hun. It’s fine.” You assure him. Bi-Han gives Johnny a wary look, but when he looks at you, that coldness melts. “Come. We should start preparations for our evening early.” He nudges your side gently, guiding you away from Cage. The ninja gives Johnny a pointed glare over his shoulder, a silent warning to back off from his wife. Johnny snorts with amusement, shaking his head as he chuckles.

—

Sitting at his side, like always, you put your fork down gently, finishing with your meal. Dinner was always nice. The atmosphere was always so calm, a hint of normalcy to this crazy life your lover’s dragged you into. A foot nudges yours beneath the table, and you look up. Raiden gives a shy smile, and you smile back. “How have you been, my lady?” He asks politely. “Well. How about you?” Your response has your husband glancing to you, then to Raiden.

Bi-Han grips his glass, raising it to his lips to sip his water. His brown eyes scan over Raiden, who keeps talking to you. What are his motives..? Bi-Han thinks to himself. Clearing his throat, his fingers thread through yours, squeezing gently; just to bring your attention to him a little. Smiling at your lover, you squeeze back, warm palm sitting in his. Bi-Han smiles slightly at you, a rare sight. You return to your conversation with Raiden, and as Bi-Han listens, he figures out that the young man is just being friendly. It’s nothing to work himself up over, Raiden isn’t like Cage. Speaking of… his eyes scan across the table, spotting Johnny flirting with someone else. Rolling his eyes, Bi-Han returns to his meal, not letting go of your hand.

—

Reading is a calming activity. Bi-Han is busy training across the yard, you’ve chosen to sit beneath a tree, book in hand. It’s idyllic, soothing. You hear boots crunching on leaves, approaching you. “Hello.” A voice greets, and you look up. Tomas, always nice company. “Tomas,” you smile in greeting, letting him sit beside you. “How’s my brother been treating you? Good?” Tomas asks softly, smiling back. His mask is down around his neck, so you can see his face.

“Of course.” You nod. “That’s good,” your friend responds, glancing to the book you hold. “Catching up on your reading?” Tomas chuckles, still smiling at you. “Finally, yes.” You share his soft laugh. “I want to ask… would you accompany me to lunch tomorrow?” He asks, leaning a little closer. Thinking nothing of his offer, you nod. “Of course. I’d love to.” You reply, smiling at him. “Great,” Tomas smiles back. “I think you deserve a better man than my brother… he can be really cold.” He murmurs, fingers moving up to gently touch your cheek. You chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. “Nonsense, Tomas. Bi-Han treats me well.” You respond to him, letting him touch you.

Boots storm over, a rough hand snatching Tomas harshly, tugging him up and slamming him to the tree. “Tomas-“ Bi-Han growls, not appreciating his adoptive brother’s attempts at wiping his wife. “Relax.” Tomas responds smoothly, resting a hand on his brother’s strong forearm. “Just offering lunch.” He smirks at his brother. Tomas has always been mischievous, he loves getting under his brothers’ skin. Eyes filled with anger, Bi-Han lands a harsh punch to Tomas’ jaw. “Bi-Han..!” your eyes widen, getting up to grab your husband’s arm before he could hit his brother again. “Unhand me.” Bi-Han growls, but he doesn’t tug against you, letting you pull him away from Tomas. “No- stop it. You can’t just punch him!” You frown, squeezing your husband’s arm. He scowls, frost biting at his fingers, ready to hurt Tomas again. “Leave my wife alone.” He commands, dismissing his little brother.

Sighing, you let go of Bi-Han’s arm, watching Tomas chuckle and leave. “Bi-Han.” You speak, but he cuts you off. “Don’t,” he growls, pulling you to his chest. “You’re mine. No more flirting with him.” The tall man scowls. “I wasn’t-“ he grasps your jaw, gently, tilting your head to steal a kiss to silence you. “I saw him touching you. I know he thinks I’m not enough for you,” Bi-Han grumbles, fingers gently squeezing your cheeks. “You are my wife. I am the one who married you. I don’t appreciate him thinking he can steal you away from me…” he whispers, kissing you again. “No one’s stealing me,” you giggle softly, shaking your head. “I’m yours.” You add on, hands moving to rest on his sides. Bi-Han hums, satisfied with your response. “Good. I won’t let any man flirt with you.” He murmurs, squeezing you close to the flat plane of his chest. “Mhm. I know.” You chuckle, letting his forehead rest to yours.

[wlw-imagines]

Behind The Curtain - Amelia Shepherd/Reader (Grey’s Anatomy)

request: Could you do a oneshot with Amelia Shepard where they both work at the hospital and are secretly dating. One day Arizona or Meredith or somebody catches them making out and then teases them about it the rest of the day. You're writing is fantastic! Thanks for reading this :) - anon

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing

Keeping your relationship with Amelia secret had been pretty easy for the two of you.

Whilst you were rarely seen venturing further than paediatrics ward, Amelia was similarly tied down to Neuro, being a neurosurgeon, and to whatever various tasks kept her occupied elsewhere in the hospital. Therefore there was never any need to cover anything up about your long-term relationship.

It had begun as a late night fling, early on in your careers at Seattle Grace - you had both finished a shift at the same time and walked into each other as you were buying a coffee.

She smiled sleepily, her eyes bleary as she gripped the coffee cup, “Y/L/N, right?”

You nodded at the correct name, and also in recognition of the woman in front of you, “Amelia.”

“Coffee? At this late hour?” She smirked, a twinkle growing in her eyes.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “I could say the same for you.”

Amelia shrugged and started walking at your side, “I won’t get any sleep any time soon anway, what’s your excuse?” She raised an eyebrow as the two of your left the cafeteria.

“Same.” You shrugged, before turning back to face her and fully reigstering the look in her eyes. You took a slight risk, hoping it was the correct one, “Want to come back to mine? We can talk about how shit life is and commiserate together?”

“I’m less of a talker, more of a do-er.” She caught your expression of a raised eyebrow and shook her head, “Not like that!”

“Hey, we can do whatever you want to do.” You laughed, “I can make us more coffee at home? Stronger coffee.”

“Okay. I’d like that.”

You were fortunate really because whenever you were around one another your love was probably too obvious and your relationship was something that you felt didn't need to be known by everyone yet. So, the longer it could be kept a secret, the better. There would be no complaints of favouritism in surgery and no teasing during late night shifts, it was just straight up easier.

And while normally the distance between your areas of expertise was in your favour, sometimes, on the rare occasion, the paediatrics and brain surgery teams would collaborate. It was at time like these that it was much more difficult to keep your hands off each other.

The day had started with Arizona rushing towards you, a stressed look on her face reserved for only the worst cases. "We have a nine year old girl coming in with serious unspecified head injuries. I've paged Lady Shepherd so she is on her way up, you'll be following the case with me." She rushed out, no time to pause.

"Wait, I... Lady Sheph- Amelia is being given the case?" You asked, your heart hammering slightly once you heard the name.

"She is our in-house neurosurgeon so, yes. She is. Do you have a problem with that Y/L/N?" The woman quirked an eyebrow up at you, giving you one of her looks that you could hardly ever interpret so you just stuttered away.

"N-no, not at all. That's fine, it's great. Good for her." You stumbled through some random words that didn't even really make sense in the situation before you were interrupted by your girlfriend walking through the doors.

There was just something about her in authority and her scrubs that turned you on and that was why you were better off separated. So you found yourself relatively lucky to not be included in the team that went into surgery.

You avoided the viewing platform. But even when you were stuck outside doing paperwork you still found yourself too distracted, your mind wandering off too many times, thinking of what you would do to the woman once you were in the safety of your own apartment. 

It was going to be a long day.

You had waited until the surgery was finished until you snuck into a call room. Amelia had been walking past when you attempted to (subtly) pull her into the  room with you. You immediately closed the door and pinned her up against it, making an attempt to lock the door before Amelia flipped the tables and pushed you against the wall. The look in her eyes immediately brought back memories of how your relationship had initially begun.

"What are you smiling about?" She asked, pulling back with a confused look on her face.

Leaning forward, you kissed her nose and hummed slightly, "I love you, is all." 

The smile remained on your face as you leant slowly in. Your lips connected and the kiss only became more passionate as the pent up frustration of long, hard days and not seeing each other as much as you needed to built up. You weren't even in there to hook up like you always used to, you just need to be close and be together.(Although, shirts were beginning to be unbuttoned...)

You were vaguely aware of footsteps approaching but you were too caught up with Amelia and had just assumed they had passed. That was until you heard a small gasp coming from the doorway.

Amelia and you pulled away from each other as quickly as you could, your girlfriend stumbling back and almost falling over had it not been for you grabbing her waist and wrapping your arms around her to prevent the fall.

Once she was secure you turned your head back to whoever had interrupted with a smile that was as innocent as you could make it before clearing your throat, "Arizona... Hey."

"Well, I was not expecting this...” A small grin spread across her lips and she let out a gleeful laugh, “Actually, you know what I kind of was. Y/N's been acting strange." Arizona smiled with an evil twinkle in her eye, "I can't believe you guys haven't told me!" You quickly shushed her before pulling her into the call room and closing the door behind her. "I love you guys but at least buy me dinner first..." She joked, earning a light slap on the arm from you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, running your hand through your hair and starting to fidget.

Arizona paused, "I was going to take a nap... in the call room. Because that's what-"

Your girlfriend looked at her watch and shrugged at you, "Look at the time, I've got to go." Amelia, spoke up from the corner, sliding out the door without another word.

You went to walk after her but turned to Arizona who was still standing there with a smile on her face, "You scared my girlfriend away." You pouted.

Arizona just wrapped her arms around you and rocked you side to side, "I'm so proud of you!"

"Shut up."

"But you're both so cute."

"Shut up!" You pushed her slightly, laughing.

"And you've finally found someo-"

You gave her one last look before opening the door, "Okay, I'm leaving now!" You said, walking out.

"Love you." She yelled after your disappearing body.

"Love you too." You yelled back before adding on, "And don't you dare tell anyone!”

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"Y/N," You jokingly rolled your eyes when confronted with Arizona leaning on the nurse desk with a big smile on her face. You prepared yourself for the teasing that was inevitably about to come and pretended to be more interested in the paperwork in front of you. The teasing over the past week had been neverending, "Listen, I know I've been making fun of you and your girlfriend all day and I just wanted to let you know that I support you 100%. I promise that I won't let anyone know of your little secret, okay?" You visibly relaxed and looked back up at her.

You smiled, putting your hand over hers, "You know, you didn't need to tell me that. I trusted you from the beginning but thank you all the same."

She nodded and went to leave before turning back to you, "By the way, I've given your girlfriend a little gift - you may want to go up and say hi. She's in the nursery."

Confused, you frowned slightly but didn't question it as you nodded and made your way to the other side of the ward, where all the newborns are kept.

You stepped in front of the window looking into the nursery and felt your heart skip a beat to see Amelia cradling one of the babies. She caught your eye and her eyes twinkled slightly as she looked down at the baby in her arms. You sighed blissfully and stepped into the room.

"Are you terrorizing the children?" You asked, looking around at the other 3 cribs, each holding a tiny, delicate baby. You stepped closer to Amelia, putting an arm around her lower back and looking down at the baby.

"They're our kids without any home, or parents." Amelia whispered, rocking the baby slightly before shifting the pink blanket to cover her head and little waving hand that had fallen out when she was trying to reach up to your girlfriend. "I kind of thought you were just going to end the sentence at, 'they're our kids' and then you would have a lot of explaining to do."

"Surprise!" She sarcastically cheered before one last rock of the baby. Between the two of you, you managed to safely get her back into her cot and tucked up in her blanket before sneaking out the door.

You both stood in each other's embrace for a while, just soaking in each other's love and company.

"Y'know, maybe it's good that people know about us - especially Arizona." You mumble, longingly staring at the bundles left in the nursery, "if it gets us perks like getting to cuddle cute babies during work then I'm so up for coming out to everyone." You joked.

Amelia just nodded, "Me too." You looked up, slightly surprised as it hadn't really been something you had discussed yet. "Hey, you want to stay at mine and get chinese tonight?"

"Do you have the house to yourself?" You asked with surprise, since these are the only times you get to stay round and even then it is like a military mission. "No, it's a full house tonight. I'm introducing you to them."

"Babe, you realise I know your friends and they know me. We're part of the same friendship group."

"I know, but I get to introduce you as my girlfriend." She grinned and began walking back down the corridor, back to work before yelling over her shoulder, "Plus I get to show them pictures of our children!"

[starrluvs]

i have a very good idea for a request hear me out 🤭 how about a reader who is used to a very dominant bi-han catching him masturbating while fingering himself and crying their name~ they see him grope at his own chest and play with his nipples and all that stuff. him acting all subby in private, his little secret! poor thing has been caught red handed having some fantasies he hasn't told his s/o abouuuut i enjoy bullying him

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒

cw: afab reader, established relationship/married couple(?), masturbation, getting caught, anal fingering, nipple play because bi han is a sensitive little puppy imo, handjob, mentions of pegging, i think that's all! mdni please!

wc: 2k

a/n: omg im sorry this took so long nonnieee :( ! for some reason my google doc got completely fucked and deleted all my progress😭 luckily this yummy idea for a submissive bi-han scenario gave me the motivation and patience to re-write it a second time! you’re a genius, so please enjoy!! 🫶🏾💗💗💗

you were snuggled in bed with bi-han and ran your fingers through his loose hair, “care to tell me what sort of fantasies you've been keeping to yourself all this time?”

the cryomancer only groaned into your chest as a response. he was still being stubborn… it was only moments ago when you caught bi-han alone in his study and a complete mess behind his desk. through the cracked door you saw that his face was flushed pink and his eyes were screwed shut while he cried out your name with short breaths. his clothes were messily undone, exposing his pec that was currently being groped at by his own hand as he continuously thrusted two fingers inside of his hole with the other. what on earthrealm was going on here…?

never in your life had you seen or ever expected bi-han to appear so vulnerable. he was always so dominant in his daily life and in bed with you, so to see his cock rock hard and dripping pre-cum against his lower abs like this was absolutely mind-boggling. the cryomancer looked like a mess, but for some odd reason you liked it… and the way he couldn't stop whimpering your name– you mindlessly turned the knob and entered his study, calling out his name quietly from the door.

“bi-han?...”

despite the embarrassment and shame he felt during that moment, the two of you agreed to have a discussion about it once he settled into bed. “i’d much rather be sleeping right now.” as usual, the grandmaster was grumpy as he rested his face into the warmth of your chest, “but we made an agreement to talk about this, bi-han.” patting his shoulder, you get him to ease off of you and lay down on his back. leaning on your side, you rest your weight on your elbow and look at bi-han, who is only looking up at the ceiling. was he annoyed? angry? embarrassed? you just couldn’t tell as of now.

“the sight of you like that wasn't all that bad, y’know,” you guide your hand to the cryomancer’s rough cheek and gently stroke it, “plus, i need to know what i can do to hear you call out my name that way again.” the tone of your voice lowered and you grinned. however, bi-han was still silent… 

as if a cartoon light bulb was flashing above your head, and an idea sparks in your mind. you propose the idea of helping bi-han finish what he couldn’t before you interrupted him earlier. after a few moments of silence, he made up his mind and agreed with a quiet mumble, “fine.” you can’t help the mischievous grin that appears on your face. letting out an excited chuckle, you adjusted yourself and bi-han so that he was rested between your legs as you sat up against the headboard, having full access to touch him wherever you pleased.

he was slightly slouched and allowed you to be the big spoon as he rested his head back against the crook of your neck. “so, tell me…” one of your hands pushes bi-han’s pajama robe to the side and grants you easy access to his exposed chest. you recalled how much attention he gave this area earlier and decided to test the waters and start there. you softly kneaded his pec and you already felt the way he tensed up against you, “just how many fantasies do you have that involve me, grandmaster?” bi-han couldn't provide a proper response due to his small groans that he tried to stifle from the feeling of his chest being tended to. “i have endless, ah.. amounts of fantasies that involve you, love.” there was already a noticeable change in his voice and you were able to hear the way he trembled over his words from your touch.

you giggle and place a kiss on the shell of his ear, making him shudder, “is that so?” bi-han nods his head in response but doesn't say a word. gently smiling, you slowly let your eyes skim across bi-han’s body, where you could see a familiar tent forming underneath his robes. deciding to test the waters, you take both your hands and roll both of his nipples between your fingers. the action caused the cryomaner to jerk upwards and gasp, which only led you to assume that he was dangerously sensitive around there. ”how about you tell me all of those fantasies, hm? i want every little detail.” you made sure to keep a gentle tone, despite the torture you were giving his nipples with every pull and tug.

“there’s so much i think about…” his voice was just above a whisper and even though he’s not looking at your face, you teasingly pouted at him. “aw, tell me what goes through that head of yours, come on.” he could hear the teasing tone you used to talk to him, as if he was a child, but he couldn't deny that he loved it– being coddled by you like this. “i think about you taking care of me– ngh- … and having your way with me..” it was obvious to know where he was going with this, but you were desperate to hear him go into detail with each little word.

a hum of approval is heard from you, “oh? and how exactly do i have my way with you?” much to your disapproval, bi-han never responded and kept quiet. dramatically sighing, your fingers come to a halt on bi-han’s hardened buds and he lets out something akin to a whimper due to the loss of contact. whatever pleas he had coming out of his mouth were ignored by you as you authoritatively talked over him, “if you’re not going to talk, i might as well just stop, bi-han.” if you were being honest, you were lying, but he didn’t need to know that. no way in hell would you leave bi-han here while he was in this newly submissive state.

he shakes his head and chants small no’s. a breathy laugh escapes your lips and you refuse to touch him until he speaks up. with what you could only assume was bi-han setting aside his pride, he finally opens his mouth. “i’ve envisioned you on top of me, controlling my every move,” you nod your head in approval and glide your hands ever so slowly down his body under his robe, hoping that it would encourage him to keep talking. 

bi-han felt the way your hands were treading down his abs and onto something more needful. “you would sometimes take care of me… or punish me if i’ve acted out of place.” the sound of his own heart pumping filled his ears once he looked down to see your hand pulling down his undergarments at an unbearably slow pace. “depending on the mood, i would either be your good boy, or your bad boy…” hearing that made you smile and finally let the cryomancer free of his undergarments, along with letting his robe stay freely open to expose his chiseled body that was all for you to enjoy and control.

one of your hands was wrapped around his cock while the other led bi-han to shift his position to make sure he was still beneath you, but your lips were right next to his ear. he was still sitting between you as both of your legs were intertwined with each other on the mattress. “now,” you were so close to him, he loved the feeling of being against you and taking in your natural scent… “i promised to help finish what you couldn’t earlier, but i won't let you cum if you stop talking to me. is that clear?” like the well disciplined warrior he was, he caught on quickly and didn’t stay silent like he did earlier. “i understand,” he whimpers out your name and you lick the shell of his ear, making him shudder and shakily sigh. “mhm, good boy.” 

you could've sworn that bi-han’s breath hitched from your simple words. the way you felt his cock twitch against your palm somewhat surprised you. if only he told you about this secret earlier… but all you can do is push your thoughts to the side and focus on the present. you stroke your thumb over bi-han’s tip that was leaking all over with pre-cum and encourage him to resume talking once again. 

the cryomancer groans, “there have been times when i’ve imagined you… pushing my legs back, and making me take your fingers..” you saw how his face reddened from his own words, but you were so pleased to hear everything he had to say. in return for his obedience you smear his pre-cum around his head and start to stroke his cock, up and down. bi-han leaned further back into the comfort of your body and you noticed how much more vocal he was with his sounds compared to the times he was in control of you…

while your actions never stopped, he took a moment to collect himself before finding more words to spit out. “on some occasions i would– agh, think of you doing even more to my body, like using y-your tongue…” bi-han’s words were starting to become slurred and broken from the pleasure his desperate cock was receiving. and while he was in this state, it felt like his usual cold body had a rise in temperature. he felt oddly warm against you. all of this was so much unfamiliar territory. 

once again, you reward bi-han for following your instructions, “who would’ve guessed that the grandmaster was such a naughty man, hm?” quickly placing a kiss on his ear, you lean forward and stick your tongue out, watching your saliva slowly dribble down until it coated his nipple. bi-han’s cock jumped from the combination of your fingers rolling around his bud with your spit. he could sense himself finally feeling that orgasm he couldn't get to achieve earlier, and he made sure to make you proud. 

“s-shit! every time i use my fingers, i only imagine you fucking into me, ngh–!” although you were in control, bi-han’s words made your face heat up. the same man who would be in control– choking you, pinning you down,teasing you, even humiliating you– had fantasies of you dominating and claiming him. unsure of how to properly react, you grab bi-han’s chin and force him into a kiss. it was desperate and messy, and for the first time, it was your tongue taking control and exploring his mouth while he whimpered into the kiss.

the motions of your hands stimulating his cock and nipple increased in speed and bi-han hissed, “can i, f-fuck.. can i cum, please?” his eyes were so expressive and you stared into his lust filled expression. you could tell that this state of bi-han was no longer the hard and stern grandmaster of the lin kuei… he was just yours. yours to own, yours to play with and yours to take control of.

figuring he’s done an acceptable job, you nod your head and place a peck on his cheek, “of course, my love, you can let go for me.”  your voice was soft and bi-han was in complete awe as strings of ‘thank you’ rolled off his tongue. unable to resist him once again, you lean in to capture his lips. from the way his hips started thrusting into your hand, you knew he was dangerously close. pulling away for only a slight second, you mutter out to him,

“cum for me, bi-han.”

the moment you press your lips back on his, he moans in a way you’ve never heard before. all of his sounds were captured by your lips and you smiled before breaking the kiss for good. looking at him, you see his cock start to soften in your grip, followed by his seed that was spilled all over your hands and his stomach (and some even on the sheets). his face was absolutely flushed and his eyes were half lidded– completely clouded from lust as he came down from his high. 

you playfully sigh and fix some of the loose strands of his hair that got stuck to his sweaty forehead. you were definitely going to have the responsibility of cleaning him up. “maybe finding you like that earlier was for the best, huh?” the cryomancer didn’t have the energy to be overly annoyed by your words, and only awkwardly avoids eye contact with you.

“hm... i suppose so.”

[morphodae]

Gregory Violet |Headcanons

Including general, relationship (x reader), and some modern au as a bonus!

These headcanons kind of trickle down into a story/narrative so please bear with it lol (plus: these are to warm up! I have ideas for future oneshots)

cw: none

Read more P4 headcanons here: 🦉x ,🌹 x ,🌱 x

General:

I see Gregory coming from a well-off family. They might not have the highest rank out there (they’re probably a viscount or baron nobility rank), but they have enough to send Gregory to Weston.

Either Gregory is an only child, eldest, or youngest. I have a feeling that he may not be super close with his family; perhaps he comes from a blended family or doesn’t have many siblings.

Naturally, his talents sent him to Weston College— which is unnatural for a lot of noble, rich London boys. Most get in for status and money, Gregory got sent there for his talents. Gregory was born with talents and had great expectations placed on him while he was content to create art and do things on his own.

When he was younger, he was obviously different compared to noble boys and girls around him— or general kids of the era. Being so “different, odd, and weird” was something that bothered him in his younger years, but once he turned 18 he stopped caring about others’ opinions. He’s his own person and he couldn’t care less what others have to say about it.

As such, he’s very obviously not thrilled to go to a crowded, renown, high-end school, but thankfully he was sorted into a House that accentuates his eccentricities with others like him. Still, he tends to keep to himself (as most introverts) save for a few close friends— Redmond, Greenhill, and Bluewer.

He’s “eccentric” by many peers but if he were in modern times, he’s definitely neurodivergent at the least. Definitely not me projecting my own autism /s lol.

One misconception is that people believe him to be antisocial or too “moody” when this is not the case. Gregory has a vibrant inner world and is an excellent observer; which allows me to transition into how a relationship with him might be.

Relationship:

Gregory isn’t one to actively seek anyone out, let alone a significant other. For any sort of relationship to have with this artsy fellow, you’d have to either 1) be someone who stands out with the time period’s standards (like him) or 2) have to be brought into his life suddenly and stay for a while before anything remotely romantic happens.

It’s fun to see him with someone who is either a lot like him or someone who is a bit of an opposite— although mostly in external appearance and I’ll explain why.

I don’t think someone who is a polar opposite to be someone who suits Gregory.

If say, someone preferred cutesy girly things or pastel colors and sunlight, that’d be fine. However, I see a calmer personality with a lot of empathy and respect being something he’d need. Otherwise I don’t think a boisterous loud person to be someone that he’d see himself with romantically.

With that said, courting you is… a feat lol. It takes Cheslock (poor Gregory), and the rest of the P4 to really push him in the direction of you.

When it finally happens and Gregory and you are able to formally meet and court, all five of them practically cheer lol. No one thought he’d be the type to find a s/o and Gregory’s parents were concerned he’d die alone :(

Because of expectations of his nobility, I do expect he’d marry you in some way irregardless of gender. But with you, someone he’s not arranged to and someone he truly loves, he tends to view it as a romantic and passionate expression of his commitment towards you.

A relationship with Gregory is majorly spent in comfortable silence. I’d say quality time is a major thing with him. However, he, like a lot of introverts, still needs ample time to himself— so don’t expect him to be glued at your hip. Plus, for that time period, PDA and general overt displays of affection whether in public or private was generally seen as odd. Gregory, for one, doesn’t care too much for the status quo but he is still figuring out his first relationship with you and how to navigate it while respecting you.

In a modern au, he’d be a bit more clingy in private. I see him as the type to play with your hair, study its shape and color for his sketches but mostly because it feels nice to him. If you are reading or gaming then I see him the type to sit behind you with his chin on your shoulder just enjoying quiet contact. It’s very wholesome. Alternatively, whether you lay with him on his chest or he on yours, he just enjoys quiet moments where he can be close to you.

He’s very reciprocal. By this I mean; you respect him and his hobbies, he respects yours. You show him kindness and care, so does he. He’s actually quite a classically romantic guy and is one to surprise you with flowers, food, and of course, sketches and art! He definitely cares and worries about your well-being and happiness (as seen in manga with his friends too!), so he will have his moments where it seems like he’s mother-henning you if he feels that you aren’t taking care of yourself.

Don’t be surprised that one of his first drawings of you was during his pining phase before the two of you formally spoke or courted lol.

Overall a relationship with Gregory is mostly spent in quiet understanding in silence with a partner who is able to empathically express and respect him mutually. Despite being a bit of an oddball for the time period he lives in, he still is a traditional romantic who loves to look after your well-being and give you gifts 💜

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How Could You? ✧ Chapter 1

Chapter 1—

Part of the For Your Own Good Series Prev Work → Next Chapter

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Warnings: mostly just fluff so far, a little canon angst, POV Kakashi. canon rewrite. self-ship coded; please see author's note on series page if you are unfamiliar with plot-significant characteristics of reader.

Word Count: 2.6k

Work Summary: After waking from Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan attack, Kakashi finds there is still a lot of work to do; in rebuilding the village, restoring trust within his team, and in being honest with you. But will his efforts strengthen those bonds, or will everything only get worse?

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“Let's see…what else did you miss?”

You sat beside Kakashi on his bed, your head resting on his shoulder and your hand tracing gentle patterns along his palm. It had only been a few hours since Lady Tsunade had returned to the village and fixed him up, and she had barely left before word somehow got to you that he was awake and healthy.

When Tsunade had explained to Kakashi how long he’d been unconscious since Itachi’s attack, he felt ashamed. All that time, wasted. He should have avoided getting caught in that jutsu. But he was thankful his comrades and students were safe, despite feeling like he’d done nothing to help.

And when he saw you, every feeling was replaced with guilt for how worried you’d been.

But everything had been forgiven in a flutter of kisses, his hands and mouth both more eager than his recovering muscles could keep up with. Eventually, kisses morphed into conversation; you excitedly filling him in on everything that had happened throughout the village while he’d been asleep. Truthfully, it was probably more information than he was concerned with. But Kakashi was more than happy to spend time with you in any way. Even if it involved listening to stories of people he wasn’t even sure he’d ever met, he’d still take it.

His muscles ached from the lack of use. He was just about to ask if you wanted to continue this conversation on a walk when you were suddenly distracted. A tiny sparrow tapped on the window, drawing your attention. “Awww,” you cooed, “look at that little bird.”

“Hmmm,” Kakashi sighed, recognizing the signal. “Another mission already.”

“Wait, so soon? But you’ve barely recovered!”

“Well, we lost so many shinobi to Orochimaru’s attack. Those of us left just have to work harder to make up for it.”

“That explains why Iruka has been so hard to get a hold of lately. I guess he’ll be busy with missions for a while, at least until we get the Academy rebuilt.”

“We?” he asked, working on securing the wraps around his ankles. “I thought you said you were working on getting Ichiraku up and running.”

“I am. But the volunteers fixing up the Academy needed help, so if I split my time and work one shift in the morning and one—”

He leaned in to kiss your temple. “Don’t overwork yourself.”

“I could say the same to you, you know.”

“I’ll be fine,” he promised with a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth. “I hate to cut this short, but I’d better head out.”

“Right.” You kissed his mouth, delaying him for as long as you dared before pulling away. “I love you. Please be careful.”

“I will.”

And I love you too.

The words were on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to say them. He was ready to say them. He realized he had loved you this entire time, and he wanted to tell you. He just needed to move his jaw, vibrate his vocal cords, and say the words.

But then you stood up, and made your way to the bedroom door. And his chance was gone.

“Walk me out?”

“Of course.”

He stayed by your side as you walked to the front door of his apartment, wishing he had more time to spend with you before being sent out again. But this was the life he’d chosen, and people were counting on him.

“See you when you’re back.”

And with that, you gave him one last sweet smile before walking out. His heart tugged in his chest as he watched you leave. But he just needed to focus on this mission, and then he could come home and spend some time with you.

First, though, he needed to check on his students. Tsunade had told him all about what happened between Naruto and Kabuto in Tanzaku Town, and Sakura was sure to be worried about Sasuke’s health. Kakashi knew that Tsunade had healed Sasuke before making the house call to his apartment for both treatment and a lecture. But Sasuke would probably still be recovering in the hospital. At least Naruto wasn’t hurt.

When Kakashi arrived at the hospital, the medic-nins directed him to Sasuke’s room. He could tell that something was wrong before he even made it to the doorway. The room was empty, and when he went in to investigate, all he found was an abandoned bed and a few apple slices browning on the floor. Judging by the color, they couldn’t have been there long.

Kakashi closed his eye and focused on the smells and sounds surrounding him. He picked up Naruto’s scent, along with Sakura and Sasuke’s. He knew the room was in disarray, and he couldn’t imagine Sakura doing that, so it must have been Naruto and Sasuke fighting, yet again.

But where did they go? Had they been kicked out? Sasuke hadn’t been discharged yet, and the staff seemed to think he was still here. The roof.

He was up there in the blink of an eye, finding Naruto and Sasuke charging at each other with dangerous amounts of chakra, Sakura shouting for them to stop and running right for them. Sasuke was aiming a huge amount of Chidori, and Naruto—

Is that…

He grabbed each boy by the wrist and spun around, flinging them into the water reservoirs on the roof. It may not have been the most gentle choice he could have made, but if the two of them had made contact, who knows what could have happened. And Sakura would have been right in the middle of it. Gentle wouldn't have cut it, today.

“What are you two doing up here?!”

Sakura ran up to her sensei while her two male teammates groaned and pulled themselves away from the large tanks. Seeing the fear in her eyes nearly made Kakashi’s patience snap. This was the furthest thing from teamwork he’d ever seen.

But that jutsu…no doubt about it. The Rasengan. How is Naruto using that jutsu?

Sasuke stood, offering only a glance and a smirk in Naruto’s direction. While his student was distracted, Kakashi used the body flicker jutsu to jump on top the reservoir looming over Sasuke’s head.

“What do you think you’re doing, Sasuke?”

The boy startled and looked up at him, his expression quickly darkening from surprise to annoyance and anger.

“That Chidori wasn’t the size you’d aim at a comrade from the Leaf Village,” Kakashi continued. “Were you actually trying to kill Naruto?”

Sakura and Naruto both waited tensely for Sasuke’s explanation, but the boy’s answering silence was all the jōnin needed in order to understand. He must have taken that reunion with Itachi harder than anyone realized.

Instead of offering his teammates a word, Sasuke gruffly leapt off the roof, avoiding the situation all together, leaving Naruto looking betrayed and Sakura sobbing into her fists. Kakashi hung his head and tried to make sense of how Team 7 reached this low point, and how he could turn them back to the right path.

Suddenly, Kakashi felt a different yet familiar chakra signature. Jiraiya. I should have known.

“So, it was you who taught Naruto that jutsu?” he asked. “Don’t you think he’s a little young?”

“Look who’s talking,” Jiraiya responded. “That Chidori was pretty powerful too.”

Yeah. Got me there.

“Although,” Jiraiya continued, sounding a bit more serious, “I didn’t think he would throw it at a friend. Did I miss something between those two?”

“It’s complicated…” Kakashi began. “You of all people know how rivalries can be.”

Jiraiya hummed in understanding. “Jealousy is not a good sign. Maybe I should talk to him.”

“Then I’ll trust Naruto to you. I have to get on with a mission, but I’d better deal with Sasuke too.”

“Right.”

“Ka—” Sakura sniffled. “Kakashi-sensei…”

Kakashi jumped down from the tank and approached his female student with a smile on his face and confidence in this voice, hoping she couldn’t see how fragile both really were.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have the old Sasuke back in no time.”

Kakashi found Sasuke sitting on a high branch in one of the oldest trees in the village. At least he found some interesting places to brood every once in a while. But despite the time he’d had to cool off, the genin looked ready to lash out at the first person he saw.

It was obvious enough; Sasuke had recognized how much Naruto had grown, and it had been a tough pill for the Uchiha to swallow. Their rivalry had reached a dangerous tipping point.

Seems I’ll have to fit in some mentoring today, after all.

He silently unspooled a generous length of wire and attached a shuriken to the end. Then, when he threw the shuriken to loop around the tree, the wire held Sasuke to the trunk. Kakashi quickly jumped onto the branch, showing his student that he wasn’t truly in any danger. Despite that, Sasuke had an enraged look in his eyes as he looked up.

“What’s this all about?” Sasuke snarled.

“If I didn’t do it, you’d run.” The jōnin sensei kept his tone level. “You must admit, you're not the type to take a lecture willingly.” Not unlike I used to be.

Kakashi sighed. After what he’d just watched Sasuke do, he needed to get through to him. He didn’t want to reopen his own old wounds, but if he didn’t connect with his student, Sasuke would only see what Orochimaru told him to see.

Better get right to the point. “Sasuke, forget about getting revenge.”

The boy was only angrier upon hearing this advice, and Kakashi wished he’d been more surprised at the reaction. “Although,” he continued, “in my line of work, I've seen a lot of kids like you.” He had been tempted himself; looking for someone or something to blame throughout the toughest times of his life. More often than not, he found the blame belonged to himself.

But how do you seek out vengeance from yourself?

“The fate of those who seek revenge is never good. It’s quite tragic, actually. You’ll only end up hurting and suffering more than you are now. Even if your revenge is a success, all that will come of it is emptiness.”

His lonely years in the ANBU. The desperate fights he wished to lose. Having no one, for fear of losing them too.

“What do you know?!” Sasuke spat. “You think you’re a genius?”

Kakashi pulled on the wire. “Calm down.”

Sasuke chuckled, looking up at his Sensei with a worrisome look in his eye. “I could kill all the people most precious to you,” he growled. “Then you’d know just how wrong you are about me.”

Obito. Rin. Sensei.

As vivid as in his nightmares, images of his old team’s deaths flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t protect any of them. Those failures were his greatest shame as a shinobi. Kakashi had avoided talking about his past with his students so they wouldn’t know just how worthless their sensei really was. But it was something Sasuke needed to know, so he swallowed his pride and steeled himself.

“Well, I suppose you could…” His aching heart provided the answer that had been his undeniable truth for so long. “But unfortunately, I don’t have anyone special left. The ones most precious to me have already been killed.”

Sasuke’s face morphed into a mix of confusion and anger.

“I’ve lived longer than you. Times were tough back in my day. I know the pain of losing somebody more than I’d like to.”

“But—”

“Neither you nor I can be called lucky, that’s for sure. But we’re not the most unfortunate, either. You and I have both found precious friends, haven’t we?”

Sasuke was quiet for a minute, and Kakashi hoped he was thinking of his classmates. His teammates. Sakura and Naruto. Kakashi knew firsthand how much someone who was originally considered an annoyance could become a dear friend; one of the most important people in a person’s life. “You realize it after you lose them.”

Kakashi flicked his wrist to loosen the wire, seeing that a lot of the fight had drained from Sasuke’s eyes. “Chidori was a power I gave you because you found something important. That power is not to be aimed at a friend or used for revenge. You ought to know what that power should be used for.”

Protecting a person who is precious to you. Someone you love.

Instantly, he wasn’t thinking of Gai anymore. Or Sensei, or Obito or Rin. He could only think of you. The person most precious to him. The person he loved, yet for some reason—some irrelevant, nonsensical reason—he hadn’t told you.

And now he couldn’t wait another second.

“Think about whether what I said hit the mark or not.”

He rushed to your apartment, hoping you hadn’t needed to go anywhere else after you’d left his place.

People could be taken away at any time—Kakashi knew that better than anyone. Yet he’d been stubborn and closed off, refusing to let himself admit to you everything you meant to him, based on fears that he didn’t even remember.

He peeked in the window and saw you lounging on the sofa, reading a book. The girl I love.

“Y/N.”

You jumped, whipping toward the window with your hand over your chest. As soon as you registered him, your eyes softened and you let out a breath. “Kakashi?” You pushed the window open and allowed him in. “What are you doing back so soon? Is something wrong?”

He lowered his mask and crashed his lips into yours the second the obstacle was removed. You stayed still; shocked and surprised. But then you wrapped your arms around him and answered his kiss. When he broke away, he kept his lips over yours, so they would brush against you as he finally said what he should have said weeks ago.

“I love you.”

You gasped, inhaling the words into your lungs. Kakashi thought he could hear the rhythm of your heart go a little haywire as you leaned back with a giddy smile. Then you let out a chuckle, something between elation and apprehension. He understood how this probably seemed to be coming out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to tell you,” he said. “I just had to…get out of my head.”

“Kashi, I…are you sure?” you whispered. “You don’t have t—"

“I’m sure, Y/N,” he promised. “I've been sure for a while, but I was just afraid of…well, a lot, honestly. But, I love you.”

That gorgeous smile stretched across your face. “I love you too.”

His smile matched yours before he kissed you again. “Okay. I’d better get out of here before my tardiness gets me in trouble.”

You giggled. “Mmmm, bye Kashi.”

He stole one last peck before covering his face again and climbing onto your windowsill. “I should only be a couple of days,” he said, crouching to be ready to spring up on the roof for quicker travel. But then he looked at you, and he couldn’t resist telling you one more time. “I love you, Y/N.”

A fresh coat of pink ripened your cheeks. “I love you, Kakashi.”

He could stay here all day repeating it back to you, but he forced himself to go. The last thing he wanted right now was to start a cycle of back-to-back missions, but it was for the good of the village. To protect you. To protect the woman he loved, and who loved him.

It was the happiest he’d been in a long time, and he couldn’t wait to come back.

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Clash | jjk (Mature) Finale Ch.10

The finale of Clash is finally here! This has been such a fun project for me to work on and I have loved every moment of it. I hope you enjoy the ending. Please leave me a comment sharing your thoughts, opinions, and highlights of the series. You guys have been amazing and I appreciate you for reblogging, liking, and supporting my writing! Until next time! -Emmy 💜

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Finale

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Slice of Life | Neighbors

{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Enemies to Lovers, Hostility, Mild Angst, Sexual Tension, Banter, Smut, Mild Degradation, Sexual Content, Prank Wars, Unprotected Sex, Awkward Tension, Fluff, Oral Sex, Teasing, Blood, Peril, Car Accident, Elements of Cheating, Exes, Jealousy

After a late-night run to your favorite local ice cream parlor, you find yourself peering out of the window as Jungkook drives you both home from your date. Your mind can’t help but swirl with thoughts of the bowling alley, annoyed that the sight of your ex-boyfriend seems to plague your mind with insecurities from the past. You shift your eyes onto Jungkook, noticing that he’s been staring occasionally as his eyes flicker from the road to you.

“Everything alright?” He asks, noticing your mood slowly fade from your usual sassy demeanor to being more quiet and reserved. You try to offer him a smile, not realizing that your expression instantly exposes your worry. 

“Hmm? Oh…yeah, I’m fine.” Your words are a blatant lie as you think about your relationship with Jungkook. This is the first time since Han’s infidelity that you allow yourself to have feelings for someone and you still get a glimpse of fear that the heartbreak might consume you all over again, only worse this time.

Jungkook simply leans back in the driver’s seat, keeping his eyes on the road as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “It’s never going to happen.” He states plainly, causing you to glance back at him.

“What?” You ask slightly confused as Jungkook shifts his large bug eyes back in your direction, a sincere smile stretching across his lips. 

“What you’re worried about.” You blink as you process his words, not realizing that your worries of history repeating itself would be so prominent. “He’s a fucking idiot. You think I’d be dumb enough to ever look elsewhere?” He continues on, somehow managing to snap you out of your worries as his handsome smile morphs into a smirk. “Hell, even when I sleep I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

You suddenly feel any sentiment that Han had ever plagued upon you fade away as Jungkook’s smirk causes you to become playful. “Oh, so you can’t stop thinking about me, hmm?” You grin as Jungkook turns into the parking garage of your apartment complex, finding a spot relatively close to the door leading into the main lobby. 

“Unfortunately not.” He teases as he puts the car in park, looking over at you with his bright big eyes. You feel your heart flutter as he looks at you with genuine admiration, allowing you to feel more confident that this relationship will have a vastly different ending. You can’t recall a single moment that Han ever looked at you in such a way that could melt you from the inside out. 

You bring your hand up to rest on Jungkook’s cheek, confirming that this is all reality and you aren’t just dreaming of this moment. “Thank you…for tonight.” You whisper, leaning over the center console to press a kiss onto his lips, enjoying the cool sensation of his lip piercing as your lips mold to his. 

When you pull away, you feel your limbs relax as you sigh in contentment, smiling up brightly at the man you still can’t believe is now your boyfriend. How is it that, not long ago, you avoided him like the plague while now you wait hopelessly for him to text you back? 

Jungkook enjoys the sight of you relaxing from his touch as he runs his hand through your hair, sprawling his fingertips against the back of your head as he guides you back into him, catching your lips between his teeth as he kisses you again, allowing his tongue to invade the barrier of your lips. You instinctually moan from the warmth of his tongue, causing Jungkook to seize the opportunity to press further, conquering every inch of your mouth to savor your sweet taste. 

Your hands move down to his chest, gripping the fabric of his sweater as you boldly pull him into you, desperate to feel him against every inch of your body. The movement causes Jungkook to pause, pulling away from the kiss panting to catch his breath as you do just the same. He presses his forehead against yours, still caressing the back of your head as he fights the urge to rip the clothes clean off your body. 

“Backseat?” You huff, still trying to regulate your breathing as Jungkook shakes his head, closing his eyes for a moment as he continues holding you forehead to forehead. You pull back, a little surprised that he just shook his head no. He loved the idea of you taking him in the back seat earlier during your drive, what changed his mind since then? “You don’t want to fuck me in your backseat?” You try to confirm, narrowing your eyes suspiciously as Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh. 

Suddenly, you drop your hands from his chest, realizing that he finds your reaction amusing. You can’t help but feel your insecurities simmer back up, never knowing Jungkook to deny the opportunity for sex. “Why not?” You can’t help but pout as you snap your words in his direction, hoping he can sense your discontent. 

“Another time”. Jungkook simply continues laughing slightly under his breath at your bratty reaction, pulling you back toward him despite your protest. “Right now…I want to make love to you in my bed instead.” 

Every fiber of your being freezes at his confession, causing your pout to suddenly vanish. Did you just hear him correctly? He wants to make love to you instead? You are so taken aback that you fail to realize that Jungkook has stepped out of the car and moved over to your passenger door, opening it for you as he offers you his hand. “You coming or not, princess?” 

You finally turn to face him, letting your brain catch up from its short circuit as you take hold of Jungkook’s hand. He’s glancing down at you with a coy smile, leaving you speechless as you step out of his BMW. He closes the door behind you like a gentleman, moving around you quickly so that he can hold open the lobby door for you as well. 

As you walk through the door, Jungkook grabs ahold of your hand, enjoying even the smallest touch as he guides you to the elevators. You can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat as he gently rubs the pad of his thumb against the side of your hand. “JK…”

Before you can mutter out your thoughts, the chime of the elevator distracts you as Jungkook steps into the lift, pulling you in by the hand laced with his. You step inside only for him to pull you against his sturdy frame as he twists your body so that your back is pressed against his chest. 

As the door closes, you feel him release his hold of your hand, allowing his arms to wrap around your torso as he hugs you from behind. He rests his chin against your shoulder, his breath ghosting against the column of your neck as he gently sways you from side to side. “You look beautiful, you know that?” 

You hum happily as you close your eyes, savoring the way he’s whispering in your ear and swaying your body ever so slowly. “You too.” You mutter out, feeling so relaxed that you almost fail to realize what you said. “Not beautiful….” You stutter as your eyes snap back open.

Jungkook releases his hold of you as you turn to face him, your cheeks warm from the embarrassment of your statement. Jungkook simply chuckles at the sight as you playfully slap your hand across his chest. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” His eyebrows pull together in a look of confusion while his lips continue to reveal the cocky grin etched over his features. 

You smack your lips as you lean your weight to one side, popping your hip dramatically. “Don’t be an ass.” You tease him as you go to turn back away from him. Your momentum stops once he grabs your hand, spinning you back around as he pulls you back into him, crashing his lips to yours. You gasp from the moment, allowing him immediate access as his large hands grab ahold of either side of your head, holding you steady as he shamelessly ravages your mouth with his. 

You feel dizzy, his affection suffocating as you desperately cling to his body. There is no denying the physical attraction between the two of you, both of your bodies igniting with an insatiable heat for the other. As the elevator doors open to reveal that familiar corridor of the 7th floor, you feel Jungkook’s hand run down your body, cupping your ass before he lifts you off the ground, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his torso. 

Your legs cling around the chiseled waist that you love so much as he effortlessly carries you out of the elevator, refusing to break apart from your kiss. Jungkook makes his way to his apartment door as his lips begin to trail down the length of your jaw, slowly working his way down your neck. “Get my keys…” His voice is breathy against your skin as he speckles kisses along your collarbone. “Right pocket.” He continues as he begins to suck gently against your sweet spot, causing you to moan and toss your head back. 

The heat of the moment has you frantically obeying, eager to get into his apartment to get lost amongst his sheets. You curl your back, allowing yourself to slide your arm down between his, keeping your hips flush against his. As you push between your bodies, you gasp as your hand accidentally cups his hardened length, causing him to send vibrations against the column of your neck as he groans from the pressure. “Fuck, Y/n. Hurry up and get my damn keys.” 

Your hand finally snakes to the side, slipping into the right pocket of his cargo pants as you feel the cold metal of his keys against your fingertips. You grip the keyring, plucking it from the fabric as you try to gain enough clarity to fiddle around with the keys in search of the correct one. Jungkook continues to nuzzle against your shoulder, the metal of his piercing trailing against your skin. You finally find the correct key as Jungkook rotates you both till you're facing the door. You lean to the side, thankful for Jungkook’s strength keeping you in place as you turn the mechanism. 

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to turn around and walk into his apartment, kicking the door close behind him as he shamelessly carries you across the length of his floorplan till you’re both in his bedroom. You feel your legs slide down his body as he slowly releases his hold of you until your feet are back on the ground. 

There is a moment of silence as you both stand there staring at each other, Jungkook’s grin widening as he kicks his boots off, tossing them to the side as his eyes sparkle with mischief. “Your turn.”

You freeze, quickly realizing that he’s implying it’s your turn to remove a piece of clothing. You narrow your eyes in annoyance, “Really?”

“Indulge me.” The tone of his voice dips dangerously as he raises his eyebrows as if urging you on. You can’t help but roll your eyes as you think of something to take off, realizing that your purse has been around your shoulder this entire time. You grab the strap, sliding it down the length of your arm as you hold the bag off to the side, letting it drop to the ground after a moment. “Doesn’t count.” Jungkook challenges, disappointed that so little came off. 

“It’s an accessory, Jeon.” You argue, smirking to yourself as you realize you have way more layers to peel back than Jungkook does. “Definitely counts.” You beam triumphantly as you gesture toward him to continue. “Go on.” 

Jungkook presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, shaking his head at your sudden boost of confidence. He decides to go straight for his belt, fiddling with the buckle before slowly pulling it off from one side, allowing the material to slide through each belt loop. Your eyes trail down to his waist, unable to ignore the erection so clearly visible beneath his cargo pants. You bite your lip in anticipation before hearing his belt hit the ground. 

As you snap back out of it, you glance down at your outfit, pulling off your own footwear one at a time as you drop them to your sides. Jungkook follows by pulling off his socks, leaving you to in turn do the same before smirking maliciously at the reality that Jungkook only has so many layers left. 

“I’m waiting.” The sass in your voice only spurs Jungkook even more, wanting to toss you down and put you in your place. Thankfully, his reserve to take it slowly tonight is the only thing keeping him calm and collected as he grabs the collar of his sweater, tugging the fabric off to reveal the perfectly sculpted masterpiece that is his abdomen. 

You hold your breath at the sight, almost forgetting the view of the painted artwork up his arm given it was concealed beneath his sweater most of the evening. You admire the tattoos once again, failing to see the smug grin stretching across his lips as you blatantly check him out. “Enjoying the view?” 

Jungkook’s comment has you returning from your sexual daze, feeling flustered as you imagine his strong arms wrapping around you as he pleasures you in every sense of the word. “Shut up.” You grab the bottom of your own sweater, pulling it over your head to reveal the lacy white bra you have on underneath. 

His eyes widen at the sight, running his tongue against his bottom lip as he catches his piercing between his teeth. “So damn sexy.” He’s practically growling his remark as he stares you down like a hunter to its prey. You roll your eyes once more, striking a silly pose as you offer him the opportunity to soak it all in. 

The strip tease continues between you until Jungkook is down to his boxers, pulling them down as his firm dick stands proudly at attention. He doesn’t seem shy at all, completely comfortable in his own skin. Thankfully, due to the amount of clothing you had on, you're left in your matching bra and underwear set. While Jungkook stands naked before you, you have your arms crossed over your chest instinctually as if shielding yourself from his viewing pleasure.

Jungkook takes long slow steps towards you as the tension in the room increases, feeling the sexual desire bubbling over as he becomes desperate for a view of what treasure lies underneath the lace. “Looks like you were outnumbered.” Your voice is soft as he towers over you, suddenly becoming intimidated by his stature. 

“I can rectify that.” His voice is dripping with need, desperate to peel back the layers concealing you from him. He grabs your arms that are crossed in front of you, gently guiding them down to allow him a better view. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” He whispers as he leans in to place a kiss upon your lips, pulling back just enough to see your expression. His hand snakes around your back, his fingers grabbing hold of the latch of your bra. With one single swoop of his fingertips, he manages to completely unhook your bra, the material coming undone to give him a raw look at your breasts.

Jungkook groans in satisfaction at the sight, moving his lips to place gentle kisses down your neck as he trails his mouth down your decolletage. You moan from the warmth of his mouth against the cool air of his apartment, his arms wrapping around you and pulling your body flush against his naked being. “You're so damn gorgeous.” He mutters against your skin as he slowly begins to collapse to his knees, kissing your hardening nipples before running his tongue down the center of your sternum.

The sensations he is inflicting on you have your mind swirling, a building heat radiating from between your legs as the moisture exposes your arousal. You aren’t sure what to do when Jungkook kneels before you, his large hands gripping your waist firmly as he massages the fleshy parts of your hips. You glance down at him, feeling your cheeks flush red as he places gentle kisses along your hip bones. 

You lace your fingers through his hair, tugging ever so gently as he continues trailing kisses along the skin near the waistband of your panties. You’re in complete shock once you feel a tug against your waist, glancing down to see your waistband snatched between his teeth. “JK…What are you….” You feel embarrassed at the desperation in your voice as Jungkook begins to tug your panties down with his teeth, still gripping your hips firmly. 

A shiver courses down your spine as you feel his breath against your inner thigh, the lace tickling your skin as Jungkook manages to tug them down enough, allowing them to slide down the remainder of the way. His face is dangerously close to your most intimate region, the cold metal of his piercing tickling your thigh as he moves his hands down your waist and between your legs, pressing against them to encourage you to part them open.

Jungkook glances up at you from his position on his knees, looking devilishly handsome as mischief twinkles behind his large pupils. He’s devouring the sight of your naked heat, gloriously displayed for his pleasure as he allows the pad of his thumb to gently rub and press against your clit. 

The motion has you gasping from his touch, digging your hands ever further into his hair as your head falls back. You want more, no, you need more as you feel his head lean into you from the grip you hold on his strands. You glance back down at him just in time to see him latch his mouth directly over the folds of your vagina. 

The moan that escapes your mouth is pornographic as you feel the mixture of heat varied with the cool metal against your skin, setting you ablaze as Jungkook shamelessly devours your taste. He boldly presses his tongue forward, allowing it to tease your tight hole as his tongue licks up the center till the tip flicks against your clitoris. 

Your toes curl with excitement as you press up onto the balls of your feet, desperately searching for your balance as Jungkook ravages your pussy with his treatment. You feel his tongue flatten against your folds, his wet muscle pressing wonderfully against your core as he licks you up and down, making sure his tongue flicks over your clit multiple times. 

“Ah fuck…” you moan as you grip Jungkook’s shoulders tightly, feeling his head trapped between your thighs as he continues to devour the taste of you. “Jungkook…I…” You feel your legs begin to tremble as his tongue impales you, swirling your insides as you struggle to keep yourself standing steadily. You press your eyes shut, letting your head fall back in ecstasy. 

Your body is beginning to become engulfed in heat, the familiar build-up of your orgasm threatening to return as Jungkook begins sucking on your folds, desperate to ravage you thoroughly, leaving you in a complete state of disarray. 

“You taste so damn sweet, Y/n.” Jungkook groans against your vagina, the vibrations of his voice only stimulating you further as you grab ahold of his shoulders tighter, feeling your legs about to give out as your orgasm grows near. 

Jungkook can easily pick up on the triggers your body is giving off, grinning contently as your orgasm approaches. “That’s it, princess. Cum for me.” He snakes a hand in between your legs as he pops off of your folds, a deep guttural noise reverberating in his chest at the satisfaction of the state he’s left your swollen pussy. He slips two fingers in effortlessly from the moisture collecting between your legs, pumping his hand ruthlessly to keep your build escalating rapidly. 

The switch from his tongue to the pressure of his fingers stretching you out has a pleasurable yelp escaping your lips as you desperately try to catch your breath. Jungkook moves his arm just enough to allow his tongue to flick over your clitoris as he pumps his hand fast, fucking his fingers deep as he feels your walls strangling his digits. 

“Fuck…JK, I’m gonna…” Before you can give him much warning, the tightening band in your stomach releases, letting you savor each sensation as Jungkook continues his movements to help you ride the waves of your orgasm.  Jungkook moves his head away just in time, a devilish smirk staring up at you as you finally open your eyes to process everything. 

You sigh contently as Jungkook stands from his knees, grabbing ahold of your naked body before gently tossing you down onto his bed, loving the way your hair sprawls out over his bedsheets like a siren beckoning him in. He wastes no time crawling onto you, slowly kissing back up your body as his arms cage you beneath him.

Your body shivers with excitement despite the exhaustion your limbs already feel, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck. Jungkook pauses when his face is inches from yours, the sexual glare from earlier softening as large bug eyes admire every inch of your features. You’re panting softly as your body recovers, watching him carefully as his pupils practically sparkle. 

There is an unspoken moment of admiration between the two of you, all of the sweltering heat from before simmering down to a comforting warmth. Jungkook lets his body relax, allowing his hips to press into you as you feel his hard member poking your thigh. He lowers himself down onto his elbows, still hovering over you as he leans his weight to one side so he can lift a hand to brush a few strands of hair from your face. 

“Y/n?” He asks with a soft tone to his voice, his eyes reflecting the same softness. You hum in response, entranced by his stare as you maintain eye contact with him. Jungkook’s hand caresses your cheek as he stares at you for another moment, his breath escaping him as he realizes exactly who is in his bed. “You’re so beautiful.” He comments quietly, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him. 

You blink from his comment, wishing you knew the words to respond. Your mind is screaming multiple sentiments you wish would roll off your tongue. You want to tell him just how attractive and handsome you find him, especially with his piercings and tattoos. You want to tell him how amazing of a person he is and how in awe of him you are when he jumps into paramedic mode. Heck, you even want to tell him how crazy he drives you with his pranks and childish banter even though you secretly love it all. You want him to know how much you appreciate him making you feel so valued in front of Han and how glad you are that he referred to himself as your boyfriend. Even with all of these thoughts, you still can’t manage to do anything but pull him closer, pressing a gentle kiss upon his lips hoping it will exude your emotions. 

Jungkook melts into your embrace, still holding your face with his palm as he deepens the kiss. You smile against his lips, feeling suddenly giddy as you bring your legs up around his waist, locking them together behind his back. Jungkook reciprocates the smile, pulling away to adore the joy on your face before kissing you passionately, practically smothering you in his sheets as he savors your affection. 

As the kiss continues to deepen, your body relaxes, letting your legs drop as you release your arms from around his neck. Jungkook takes the opportunity to align his hips with yours, feeling his hardened dick poking at the entrance of your vagina. You gasp slightly from the sudden touch, your mouth opening to allow his tongue another luscious taste. 

You focus all of your attention on the fondness of his embrace, your body igniting an insatiable need for him as he pushes his member forward, pressing on until he bottoms out. Your walls strangle his cock gloriously as he groans against your lips, feeling himself struggle to set a slow, delicious pace. 

Jungkook moves his hips slowly as he strokes himself in and out of you, finally breaking free from your kiss as he hangs his head, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re so perfect for me.” His words drip with need as he continues thrusting himself into you, loving the way your body bounces with each thrust of his hips. 

You sigh happily as Jungkook moves his head to the crook of your neck, latching his lips onto your flesh to suckle the skin gently. You moan from the warmth, chills racking through your body as your toes curl, enjoying every push against your cervix as you feel your body elevate. “Jungkook.” You moan his name shamelessly, loving the way his eyes darken from the sound. “You feel so good.” You add, watching as your encouragement causes him to quicken the pace of his hips. 

The warmth of his sheets suddenly disappears as Jungkook collects you in his arms, rotating your bodies until you’re now sitting a top of him. You whimper as you sink further on his dick, barely being able to move as you feel wonderfully full. “Shit…”

Jungkook smirks up at you as he lays beneath you, moving his hands to grip your hips as he tucks his piercing into his teeth, gently gnawing on his bottom lip. “You gotta move, Y/n,” He teases as you press your hands onto his chest to help steady yourself as that familiar high begins creeping back. You bravely attempt to lift your hips up a little, feeling the pressure release slightly before dropping yourself back down, his cock hitting you at depths you have never felt before. 

The sensation causes you to fall forward against his chest, knowing your orgasm will rip into you almost instantly if you attempt that again. “Hang on, princess.” Jungkook grins as he uses his strength to lift your hips off of his dick just a couple of inches as he begins thrusting his hips up into you, pounding his thick member deep as you cry out. 

“Jungkook!” It doesn’t take long for your vision to shift white in rapture as you feel the same euphoric high that Jungkook has brought you before. Your hands grab his muscular frame as you try to steady yourself from your pleasure, Jungkook refusing to stop pounding into you as you continue to ride on the shocks of each thrust. “Shit…JK…I can’t…” You helplessly babble as you feel a rope of hot cum shoot into you when Jungkook finally meets his end, fucking his cum deep into your pussy. A final rough thrust into your vagina causes you to feel an embarrassing amount of liquid gush from between your legs as your body goes completely limp.

“Thatta girl.” Jungkook beams, a mischievous smirk plastered over his features as he rolls back over, letting your body press into the sheets beneath him. He leans forward to capture you in another sweet kiss, both of you panting to catch your breath throughout it all as he rolls off of you, collapsing into the bed beside you. 

Jungkook goes to pull you into his side, eager to hold you, only for you to push his hand away. “Thanks for the sex…I’m gonna head out now.” You struggle to keep it together as you attempt to sit up, feeling utterly exhausted. Jungkook pauses, leaning up on his arm as he watches you get out of bed and begin picking up your belongings. 

“What?” His features are scrunched together in confusion as he reaches out and grabs your arm. “Are you seriously dippin’ right now?” You struggle to keep a straight face as you turn back to face him, breaking your facade and laughing as you drop your clothes back onto the ground. 

“Nah, I’m just kidding.” You tease, satisfied that you managed to make him squirm once again. 

Jungkook narrows his eyes as he pulls your arm toward him, causing you to fall back into his bed as he brings you up against his chest to hold you in his arms. “Don’t be a brat.” He complains, knowing this prank war between you has only just begun.

You giggle as you nestle your head against his chest, enjoying the soothing warmth of his body as you melt into his hold. “I’m sorry, I had to get you back.” 

“Mhmm.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, too blissed out to argue back with you. 

You trace your fingertips along the designs of his tattoo as he holds you tightly, cuddling you close as he closes his eyes to try and rest. “You know you love me.” You offer as you tilt your head up to look at him, watching as he opens his eyes to peek at you. 

Jungkook notices your messy hair and flushed complexion, admiring your post-sex glow as his heart flutters at the thought of loving you. It’s been a few months since you moved into the complex and since you somehow managed to encapture him fully in everything about you. “Yeah.” His eyes soften as he watches you, bringing his hand up to smooth out a strand of your hair. “I think I do.”

(About a year later)

The gentle thrum of the shower echoes throughout Jungkook’s bedroom, causing you to stir from your restful slumber. The cool material of Jungkook’s bedsheets entrap you as you try to get up, refusing to break away from the comfortable fabric as you roll over to find the bed empty beside you. You gently open your eyes, prying them apart to see the soft amber glow of morning creeping in through the windowsill. 

You can hear Jungkook humming away in the bathroom as the din of the shower disappears, allowing the room to be engulfed in a peaceful silence. A groan escapes your lips as you pull your limbs away from your center, relishing in the stretch of your muscles as you move to cover your face with the comforter to escape back into your sleep. 

You teeter in and out of a dream as Jungkook is getting ready for work. Moments pass until the click of the bathroom door pulls you back, causing you to stir once again as you hear footsteps walking about his bedroom. You hesitantly pull the sheets down from your face, squinting as your vision adjusts to the lighting as Jungkook grins in your direction. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He teases as he rubs a small towel through his hair, attempting to soak up as much moisture as possible.

Your eyes finally adjust to the sight of your boyfriend in his paramedic uniform as he walks around his bedroom, maneuvering through the stacked boxes occupying the space. You smile as you roll to your side, propping your head up with your hand as you admire the sight of all of your belongings inside of his apartment. “Good morning.” You mutter sleepily as Jungkook walks over to you, leaning over as he presses a kiss to your lips.

His lips mold over your own, allowing you to savor his taste as you playfully grab ahold of the collar of his uniform, tugging the fabric toward you as he tumbles closer to the bed. He goes to stop himself from falling over you, groaning from your sudden aggression to kiss him senseless. 

“I have to get going soon.” He complains, knowing that if time permitted, he wouldn’t hold back from indulging in a little bit of your body before work. Unfortunately for him, he still needed to grab breakfast before heading out. Jungkook smiles against your lips as he grabs hold of your shoulders, pushing you away from him to try and gain back his sanity. “Join me for breakfast?” He inquires as he breaks away from your lips, leaving you chasing after him for more. You groan at the idea of getting up so early, but you realize that it might just be the perfect opportunity to get a head start on unpacking all of your belongings. 

You finally nod, your heart leaping at the sight of the bright smile that invades his lips from your answer. “I’ll go pour you some cereal.”

“Thank you.” You call out after him, watching as he disappears out of the bedroom to prepare your food. You glance around once more, settling into the idea that this is now your new home. You can’t help but feel happy that your lease finally ended and that Jungkook invited you to move in with him. With the amount of nights that you’d spend over there, there really wasn’t any logic to owning an apartment directly next door. 

It’s been exactly a year since you moved in, suddenly feeling immensely thankful that your obnoxiously annoying neighbor ended up becoming the man that you love and, more importantly, love to annoy. You peel back the covers as you pluck yourself from bed, shuffling your feet across the floor as you venture toward a large stack of boxes. You rub away the sleep from your eyes, trying to locate the box of clothing that has all of your workout attire. 

You thankfully find it amongst the clutter, needing to move a few boxes off the top in order to be able to access it. With a quick pull of the top flaps, you start moving around the clothing within until you find a cropped black tank top and a pair of bike shorts for you to wear. You smile as you toss the articles over your arm, freeing your hands to reseal the box. 

You move over to the bathroom, happy to find some of your skincare and hygienic products already displayed in a small corner of the vanity from your previous nights spent at his apartment. You notice a few more small boxes tucked at the far corner of the bathroom, knowing you would need to find a spot for all of your belongings to be stored away. 

You proceed through your morning routine quickly, knowing that there won't be much time left before Jungkook has to leave. You waste no time getting dressed in your outfit of choice as you finally emerge to join Jungkook in the kitchen. 

You spot a bowl of cereal waiting for you on the table beside Jungkook's, hearing your stomach gurgle as your hunger suddenly presents itself. You place a hand over your stomach, licking your lips as you notice a cup of coffee already brewed and waiting for you beside your breakfast. As you walk to take a seat beside Jungkook, he turns around to face you, devouring the sight of your body in such skin-tight clothing. 

As you go to sit down, you suddenly feel a sharp sting on your backside as a small yelp escapes your lips. You glance over to find Jungkook with a smug grin, realizing that he just couldn’t help but smack your ass in such a sexy outfit. “Seriously?” You raise your brow as you grip the back of the chair, pulling it out only to see Jungkook shrug his shoulders. 

“You can’t expect me not to when you’re looking like that.” He states simply, selling the idea that you brought this upon yourself. You roll your eyes playfully as you sit down, watching him shovel a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, the crunching sound causing your mouth to salivate as you go to grab your spoon. 

You lift the utensil with anticipation of your first bite, digging into the bowl only to hear a loud clunk that causes you to falter. Your eyes narrow as you look at your meal with curiosity, tapping your spoon into the bowl as you quickly notice the milk inside is completely frozen, solid between the few pieces of scattered cereal atop. “Seriously?”

Jungkook snorts beside you as he laughs midway through chewing his own bite of cereal, clearly amused by his little prank. You smack your lips as you turn to face him with annoyance, more so upset that he thinks this would make you upset. “Ha, ha. Very funny.” You sarcastically respond as you narrow your eyes at him, watching his childlike smile stretch across his face. “You know I can just pour myself another bowl?” You offer up, trying to dismantle the pride he feels from his attempted prank that you refuse to react much to. 

“You do that.” He hums under his breath as he reaches for his coffee, lifting his mug to his lips as he sucks down some of the hot bitter liquid. You roll your eyes as you stand up and grab your bowl, walking over to the kitchen as you set it beside the kitchen sink to defrost. You move about the space as you pull open one of the cupboards, retrieving an empty bowl as you seek out the box of cereal from the pantry. 

As you grab the cardboard box, you glance back over your shoulder before staring at Jungkook as you slowly peel open the box. “Do you think you could help me bring a few things to the storage unit after work?” You question, trying not to pay any mind to his attempts of starting up your prank war once again. 

Since you’ve slowly started moving your things over to Jungkook’s, you had to get yourself a storage unit to hold all of the furniture pieces you would have doubled of. Thankfully, it wouldn’t be too challenging to sell things, however for now, it was easiest to store it away out of sight for the time being. 

“Yeah, I could do that,” Jungkook responds as he finishes off the final mouthfuls of cereal, scrolling on his phone to quickly check his work email before heading in for the day. 

You smile at his response, glad to have the help as you pour the dry cereal into your bowl, feeling hungrier than ever now that you’ve had to wait for your sugary breakfast treat. You seal the box up as you place it back into the pantry cupboard, shifting to the refrigerator as you reach for the pint of milk. 

As you twist off the cap and pour the container sideways, you notice that nothing is coming out despite the pint being almost full to the top. You rotate the bottle, attempting to see if anything will come out. You set the pint down, hearing a thud as it hits the counter top and you realize that the entire pint of milk is also frozen solid. “What the fuck, JK?!” You groan, hearing him practically choke on his sip of coffee as laughter erupts from his chest. 

“I’m just returning the favor, princess.” He beams as he sets his mug down to stand and collect his belongings to start heading out. 

The realization that you won’t be able to have cereal this morning dawns on you as a pout tugs against your lips. “What am I supposed to eat now?”

Jungkook simply shrugs, offering you a false sympathetic frown. “Sounds like your problem, I gotta go.” 

You narrow your eyes at him as you charge toward him, watching him chuckle as he tries to maneuver his way around you to get to the front door. Thankfully, you’re fast enough as you block the entryway, spreading your arms out to press against either side of the wall to keep him from leaving. “Y/n, I gotta go, move.” He pleads despite finding your stubbornness wildly amusing. 

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” You grin mischievously as you continue to block his path with your body. “That way I’ll have you all to myself today.” 

It’s Jungkook’s turn to roll his eyes as he takes a step closer to you, towering over you as you hold your position strong. “As tempting as that sounds, I don’t want to get fired.” He offers you a gentle smile as he leans in to place a kiss on your lips, instantly distracting you from your resolve. He snakes his arms around your waist as he pulls you in closer, deepening your kiss as he fights the urge to take things further.

His affection causes you to crumble, weakening your stance as you suddenly feel yourself lift into the air and twist about until you're suddenly watching Jungkook stand between yourself and the door. You drop your mouth open as you put together the pieces of his deception. His kiss was nothing more than a ploy to get you to move. “Hey, no fair.” You pull your lips back into a pour as you watch Jungkook look you over as he pulls on his chunky boots. 

“I’ll make up for it later.” He offers, his eyes darkening as he takes one last opportunity to admire you in your outfit. You soften your stance as you smile up at him, stepping forward to place one more kiss upon his lips. 

“I love you.” You whisper, finally settling into the reality that this is your new normal. Seeing him off to work and being home when he gets back, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Jungkook melts into your kiss, pressing his forehead against yours as if silently communicating the same sentiment. You close your eyes, enjoying your close proximity before you feel him pull away. “Of course you do.” He teases as the mood returns to a lighthearted playfulness. “Who wouldn’t?” He adds, a cocky grin stretching over his lips as he opens the door to leave. “See you tonight, princess. You better be ready for me.” He shoots you a final stare before closing the door, leaving your insides fluttering from the thought of him returning and holding you in his arms, having his way with you for the rest of the evening. 

Once you hear that door mechanism click shut, you turn back to face the landscape of his apartment, noticing more boxes stacked in the living room. You can’t fight off the giddy smile that invades your features as you admire the beginning of this next wildly exciting chapter of your relationship that all began because you clashed with your devilishly handsome next-door neighbor. 

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[emberuby]

in your arms forever — prologue. | p.js

pairing: park jongseong x reader (feat. ex. almost fiancé! park sunghoon)

chapter summary: jonseong pays a visit to your father and gives him an ultimatum; either he releases information to the world that threatens the stability of his company and the reputation of your family, or he takes your hand in marriage.

warnings: lots of lots of angst!!! fem! reader, arranged marriage, classicism. smut in later chapters, and generally more warnings will come with later chapters

wc: 1.1k

“You want me to pimp out my other daughter, is that your price?” Your father spat at the dark-haired man sitting across his office table. Park Jongseong, the heir to the Aphrodite Corporation, was growing increasingly impatient. 

“Who do you think you are? If it was money, information or power you were asking for, maybe I’d understand, but you are blackmailing for the hand of my daughter?!”

“I don’t give a fuck if you understand or not, and frankly you’re starting to waste my time,” Jonseong said, his voice cold and devoid of empathy. The file that was sitting atop your father’s table contained hundreds of images of your sister, Karina, on her romantic rendezvous with a son of a major crime family, Lee Heesung. “We’re being quite generous if you think about it. Would you rather have you daughter married off to a wealthy man who will ensure her safety for the rest of her life, or have it known to the rest of the world that your other daughter whores around with gang members? I know which one I’d choose.”

“Y/n is already in a relationship, Park. He asked me for my blessing, I can’t ask her to do that,” your father scoffed. Jongseong knew all about you and Park Sunghoon. He was a scholarship student at your elite high school, and you’re still with him years later. It was quite cliché to him, the rich nepo baby falling in love with the scholarship boy from the wrong side of town. Jongseong had no idea what you saw in that man.

“I don’t care about Sunghoon. I don’t care about what your daughter thinks of this. I’m not going to repeat myself so I suggest you listen carefully: I don’t fucking care,” he glared at your father, but not a single tension in his voice as he spoke. “If you have a problem with this, take it up with my mother.” 

A tense silence filed the room, broken by a soft knock on the door, followed by your voice, gentle and soothing. “Daddy, I need your help with something. Can I come in?”

Jongseong’s eyes flickered with interest at the sound of your voice. He had seen you at various gatherings but had never heard you speak until now. A smirk formed on his lips as he turned to your father. “Let her in, why don’t you? Update her on what her life will be like from now on.”

Your father clenched his fists, glaring at the younger man sitting smugly across from him. “Sweetheart, go ahead,” he called out, struggling to conceal the frustration in his voice.

When you stepped into the room, you immediately began apologising. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting something important. Good afternoon, Mr. Park,” you stammered, unable to meet Jongseong’s piercing gaze. Although you had never spoken to him directly, his reputation was enough to instill fear. The Parks were a dangerous family to cross, known for their ruthlessness. Anyone who defied them often disappeared, their bodies rarely found, and if they were, they were always brutalised, barely recognisable. The thought of making a bad impression on him was terrifying.

“No need to be so formal, Jay is fine,” he said with a warm smile, though his eyes betrayed a hint of amusement at your nervousness. He approached you, extending his hand, and placed a kiss atop your knuckles, sending a shiver down your spine. “Why don’t you come sit down?”

Jongseong guided you to a seat in front of your father. The silence was thick and uncomfortable until your father finally spoke up. “You came at just the right time, sweetheart. We were discussing you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. What on earth could your father and the heir of one of the most powerful companies in the world be discussing about you? Your father continued, “The Parks and I have been discussing a proposal to finalise our collaboration.”

You sensed there was more to the story. As far as you knew, your father had no plans for a merger with Aphrodite Corp. He had always been cautious about entangling his business with theirs. You kept looking back between the two men, desperately searching for more information.

“What kind of proposal?” you asked hesitantly, feeling a growing unease. 

Jongseong leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving you. He decided to cut to the chase. “A marriage proposal, to be exact,” he said smoothly. “Your father and my mother have agreed that a union between our families would be mutually beneficial. It’s time to seal the deal.” 

You finally looked up into Jongseong’s eyes; they were dark and empty. “What? I’m sorry, but I don’t think I understand. Why haven’t I heard of any of this? What about Sunghoon, dad? I’m in a relationship—I can’t just—” your father halted your rapid speech by raising his hand. He hated to see you so confused and upset, trying his best to ignore the way your eyes began to shine with tears.

“Sweetheart, you had to have known that Sunghoon was never a realistic option,” his words cut through your heart, filling you with a sense of dread. “We can’t afford to have you marry someone below us. The company is not stable right now, you can’t grasp how beneficial this will be for us.”

“Below us?! Dad, are you fucking serious?” You began to raise your voice. You knew you father was hiding something, he was always supportive of your and Sunghoon’s relationship. 

“Y/n, I can’t argue with you right now. I am exhausted as it is. You will marry Mr. Park and that is final. His mother is planning for the wedding to be in three months, so you have plenty of time to prepare.” 

There was a warmth in your father’s eyes, along with a pity for how miserable you looked. You weren’t stupid though, you knew his word was final. Your heart could not stop aching at the realisation that your life just flipped upside down all in a matter of minutes. 

Your mind drifted to Sunghoon, imagining all the ways this news would break his heart. 

Jongseong stood up, commanding the room. He extended his hand to yours again, and you shook it. While your hands were barely holding on, his grip was firm and inescapable. “I look forward to our future together, Y/n,” his voice was confident and stable, a stark contrast to what you were feeling in your heart. 

You pulled your hand away, and abruptly walked out the office before Jongseong had the chance to. You hands were folded together across your chest and you were trying your best not to cry. The closer you were getting to your room, the more you felt your previous life slipping away. 

[cocogum]

Yugo and Amalia’s relationship is much more complicated than you think.

Sometimes I wonder what Amalia meant when she said “Nothing is impossible.” at Yugo’s explanation of why they couldn’t be together.

Like I know you want that eliatrope ass but he’s got a point shawty.

What do you think would’ve happened if he got into a relationship earlier on with you??? Can you imagine how it would’ve looked like?? My god there would be so much drama and rumours in the Sadida kingdom….but like really big ones to the point where it wouldn’t sound funny or entertaining anymore, but just criminal 💀

Also, how is she gonna….you know? Do anything to him? Sure, Yugo’s mentally a man but he still has a 10-year-old body.

Did Amalia not think this through when she told him “Nothing is impossible.”???? Either she said that because she genuinely only wanted to keep things pure with him besides hand-holding and kissing, or she’s just a really freaky bitch in bed.

There can’t be anything else, it’s either one of them or she just said that without thinking.

Imagine being a servant in her kingdom if Yugo did get together with her before season 3…..I love drama but I don’t wanna get scarred for life, there’s a limit.

Amalia would legit be the scariest one in the relationship though. Like it’s cute and very loyal of her to accept him even if he doesn’t look like a grown man but if you’re fine getting tongue kissed by him ON THE MOUTH when he looks like a minor AND you don’t care what others say, then you’re a menace to society. I wouldn’t even be worried for Yugo, I’d just be worried for everyone else’s sake. (Before ppl come for my ass, dw i loved the yumalia kiss cuz no one was around them-)

Some people are saying that Yugo’s reason for not being with her is bs because “love is love” and “Yugo can just explain that his race ages slowly to people”.

When in actuality, it’s all very much more complicated than it already looks.

In fact, their relationship could raise so many problems and conflicts that I decided to list them up for you. Here are the following reasons why these two being together can go very wrong:

1) Amalia isn’t a normal Sadida. She’s a PRINCESS of the SADIDA KINGDOM. Marriage isn’t just some event that happens and then ends. It won’t look like the one Dally and Eva had. Royal marriages are a bigger deal than they let on and it’s a public thing to witness.

2) Amalia is a public and authoritative figure. Meaning that if she were to marry Yugo, the whole world would know that she got with a man who’s stuck in a child’s body. Sure, even if Yugo explained the situation to the other nations, this would still look very weird and off-putting for the others to see. People would still wonder why (and especially how) Amalia fell in love with Yugo when he looks like that. They would definitely start asking questions. Not to mention that if Amalia were to showcase who she loves to the world, plenty of sick twisted people would see their relationship and feel encouraged to continue their behavior (you know exactly what kind of ppl I’m talking about here). And if those same disgusting people got caught doing immoral things with children, they would just point fingers at Amalia and say “But if she does it, how come I can’t?”. They’d start blaming her for their actions, making her look even worse to the public.

3) No matter how you look at their relationship, the only ones who would genuinely feel comfortable witnessing them together would be Ruel, Eva, Dally, Adamaï, and even Elely and Flopin. They know Yugo and Amalia on a personal level because they have all been through so much with these two that they know exactly how they are and know that Amalia isn’t the type to take advantage of Yugo like that. But if the rest of the world were to see them like this? That’s a hard no.

4) Amalia claims that she doesn’t care what other people think. That means she wouldn’t be ashamed or shy to give Yugo affection out in public, she definitely feels like the type to do public displays of affection with her significant other. Who knows who could see them together? Teenagers, adults, senior citizens, but especially the children who would pass by them and be too confused to understand why a grown woman is kissing a ‘child’ like that.

5) Her family (which currently consists of Armand and Aurora) would immediately stop her from getting together with Yugo. Because yes, her family would also be a problem. (I was surprised that I didn’t see a lot of people mention the Sadida family to be another factor against their relationship.) Armand is too much of a strict brother. He won’t be easy to sway and he always says what he thinks. He’d immediately (and clearly) explain to Amalia that this decision of hers is a very disgusting and shocking one. The idea of throwing harsh words at her wouldn’t seem very far-fetched for Armand to do. Not only that, but he’d also start to become very strict on her, wanting to know her whereabouts at all times and make sure that her time outside of the kingdom is limited since he now knows he can’t trust her when it comes to what types of men she loves and especially who she’s friends with. Aurora, on the other hand, is already very manipulative so she’d most likely side with her husband on everything that he says when it comes to Amalia.

6) And last but not least, her relationship with Yugo would make the royal Sadida family look extremely bad in front of the other kingdoms and nations. Like I said before, since Amalia is a public/authoritative figure due to her royal status, her choices to inflict any action has a chance to make her family look bad. The same can be said for Armand too if he did anything without thinking.

So in short, not only would Amalia and Yugo’s relationship look weird and wrong to the world no matter what Yugo says, but their relationship could also affect and hurt a lot of people if these two are not careful or aware of how they’d look like, especially Amalia.

[zethwritesss]

‘good morning babe’; a morning with your girlfriend, ellie; a very fluffy drabble/fic thingy

warnings: cursing, FLUFF!!! (idk why this is there oh well), established relationship, cuddles, mention of nsfw content.

synopsis: ellie helps get you up in the morning (+ some cuddles)

a/n: dedicated to y’all who hate mornings, figured i’d write this because i’ve been thinking abt it non stop- also i hope that the audio helps this little fic come to life a bit more!! i’ve done the audio to be read alongside the fic, or it can be just as a stand alone thing. ALSO reader is gender neutral!!

word count: 0.8 k

you heard your curtains get thrown to the side, allowing the way-too-bright sunlight to stream into your room. you decided to shove your face into some pillows and groaned.

you felt a hand lightly rub circles on your back. it took a few seconds for your senses to kick in. and fully register what’s going on around you.

you were lying on your stomach, your girlfriend sat down on your bedside.

“good morning babe-”

“elsss- ‘s too earlyyy…” you groaned, voice raspy, barely understandable as you had shoved your face into some pillows.

“i know i know… i’m not a morning person either so i get it. you were up pretty late last night huh?” ellie said, still rubbing your back.

you nod your head in response. you were indeed up late last night, sometime in-between 3-4 am. you didn’t even register ellie coming into your room, opening your curtains and sitting at your bedside.

”mhm wannagobacktobeddd” you mumbled incomprehensibly.

“hmm? what on earth did you just say?” ellie chuckled at your statement. you groaned in frustration, it was too early for you to deal with ellie’s shenanigans.

“can i have twenty more minutes of my fucking beauty sleep?”

“oh! now that gets the point across. i say ten more minutes.” ellie said, hoping you’d take her offer of an extra ten more minutes of rest.

“ten? els it’s too early for your shit. ” you protest.

“ten.” ellie said remaining firm on her stance.

“twenty.”

“what about fifteen? and i’ll join you-”

‘thank fucking god finally a viable option’ you thought to yourself.

“fine.” you grumbled.

“then move over so i have some room.”

ellie chuckled.

“but- im soooo comfyyy-“

“babe.”

“ellieee.” you cooed, your were extremely comfy in your bed, buried in your sage coloured duvet.

“well i’m making room for myself since someone‘s too stubborn to do it themselves!”

ellie shoved you over a little bit and climbed into bed, lying on her side, making sure she was able to see her sleepy partner. you were now face to face with her.

“hi!” ellie said with a slight smile.

“hi!” you reply, making eye contact with your beloved els. her sparkling green eyes, and freckled face mesmerizing you.

“how was your sleep?” she asks you, as you feel her hand come up to stroke your cheek. your felt your cheeks turn warm in response to her gesture.

“was good, needed more though.”

“don’t stay up too late then…”

ellie had a point, your sleep schedule had been all over the place.

“ellieee i know you are noooo better than me…”

ellie looked down at your statement, ashamed that you called her out.

“okay okay… yeah i think we both need to sort our sleep schedules out…”

you nod in response. you loved mornings with your girlfriend, she made them a lot more tolerable than before. ellie did have a point though!

“anddd how was yours?” you ask her.

“mine was good, glad to hear yours was good too! soo what were you up to so late?” ellie asked you.

“i just couldn’t fall asleep, your sleep talking didn’t help me… it was almost sleep yelling!” you say, giggling to yourself as you remember what ellie said in her sleep.

“well, what was i sleep talking about?”

“it was something about a horse, i think you were riding it, you kept telling it to giddy up”

ellie chuckled in response to you telling her about her sleep talking shenanigans.

“i do remember dreaming about being a cowboy- that’s probably it! didn’t think i’d be sleep talking though!”

“on this topic of riding, when can i ride you?”

you smirked, you liked to mess around with ellie. it was fun making her flustered and speechless.

“i- i- wow- wasn’t expecting that one at 11:32 in the morning… maybe later tonight-” ellie said, biting her bottom lip as her face went bright red at your comment.

“yeehaw!” you exclaim with a smirk on your face.

“up you get now-“

“but… ellie it hasn’t-”

“nuh uh- no buts. come on babe…” ellie tutted, with a grin on her face.

“whatcha-” you ask, followed by a squeal as ellie hits you with a pillow. then she quickly hops out of the bed, in case you were to retaliate.

“OKAY- OKAY. I’M UP!” you exclaim, sitting up on your bed.

“there we go- okay so now that you’re up i’ll leave you be. if you’re ready in fifteen, breakfast is on me!” ellie teased, before heading out of your bedroom.

you used to hate mornings, they were slow and draining at times. but with ellie they’re much more manageable, minus ellie’s tactics with a pillow.

“ALSO I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR HITTING ME WITH A PILLOW” you yell at your girlfriend, whose light chuckles could be heard from down the hall.

taglist: @elliessknife @little-star-bun @no-nameno-face @anchoeritic @solaceocean @winfleurs

[bellewintersroe]

Okay this is part 2 from this anon request, which one of my lovely followers asked if I could do in the comments @beautifulbluejay <3

Easy Boys x Reader Headcanons - How They React To You Going MIA.

It happened just before his leave to Paris, in fact the reason Nix pushes his leave so hard is because everybody genuinely thought you had gone.

So the trip to Paris isn’t exactly a leave for him, he’s alone and just thinking about you the whole time.

Grief stricken- nobody else knew about your relationship considering it was fraternisation, so he literally feels so alone.

This one’s a lil different- but you’d be completely lost and track Winters down in Paris, all you’d need to do is ask Lewis and he’d probs blabber mouth it to you- although he does think you’re a little crazy because you’ve just gone MIA in the middle of Europe for almost a week and now you’re wanting to travel to Paris.

Anyway you’d get to the correct place, despite having a slight cut on your forehead and grazed knees you’re physically fine- but you get caught up in a German hospital during your time lost and it’s mf scary. You’re so lucky you’re still alive.

You’d knock on the door (assuming it was his) and when he answers it he kinda cracks it open only slightly, and then rips the rest fully open and has a literal heart attack.

“Dick?!” Your voice cracks and you’re crashing into his chest before he can even fathom.

“You’re- you’re here- I?” He’s overwhelmed, wondering if he’s dreaming or not until his arms wrap tightly around you, feeling you cling onto dear life.

Once the shock has worn off and tears were shed Dick can’t let you go. He’s slightly dizzied with practically the shock of his life.

When you’re sleeping he keeps watching over you, checking you’re real.

He can’t do enough for you, gets you food water (ofc), checks over any wounds you have, really talks to you about it- like Dick out of all the men seems extremely emotionally intelligent, so he wants to make sure you’re really okay.

“Just tell me and I can send you somewhere safer…”

“I’d rather just be where you are.”

Lewis Nixon:

After he was supposed to jump into Berlin and he only just made it out of the plane, he turned up to see the explosion right before his eyes. The Germans were shooting down the planes- including the ones he knew you alongside so many other flight nurses and young men were on.

Not only had it gone terribly- now his trauma of knowing you’re potentially gone makes everything 10x harder.

He’d not been able to see you much throughout the war, you’re often stationed in different areas, but he always worried about you, and just then he was so close to you, yet still so far away- it pained Lewis.

Replays the moment over and over again in his head, drinks more and more and as the days pass and he receives no letter from you or your company or family- he knows the worst is coming.

Asks Dick if he should write a letter for your family- he was there after all. Dick informs him it’s probably best to wait until he’s found out what’s really happened to you.

But the silence was screaming at him- and every time be see’s a nurse in a uniform near him he grows restless.

He’s walking near the hospital one day, where he knows hundreds of the prisoners from the camp are being treated. He watches from afar as dozens more of them pile out of trucks and vans, some of them unable to walk- the rest of them still being treated inside the walls of the camp.

He turns away when he see’s the nurses, feeling overwhelmed by the grief until he hears a quick, “Lewis!”

He turns around so quick, dropping his cigarette when he’s stunned by the sound of your voice.

Seconds later you’re running towards him, grinning and giggling. He feels his chest squeeze tighter and he’s practically scurrying towards your direction to embrace you in the biggest hug of his lifetime.

Holy fuck. Lewis thinks. Holy fuck, fuck, fuck. Thank god.

His eyes close and he squeezes you tighter, hand pressing to the back of your head as he attempts to calm himself down whilst you cling onto him.

He very quickly pulls you towards his lips, kissing you deeply, so needily, he doesn’t care who see’s.

Both of you keep talking over the top of one another, excited to be in each others presence again.

“But I thought your plane went down?!” Lewis doesn’t notice until you hold his hands that he’s shaking.

“No, we turned back miles ago, it was too dangerous- oh I’m so glad you’re okay, I didn’t know what happened to you.”

The feeling is mutual, and even if you only get a night to spend together Lewis makes it all worthwhile.

Ron Speirs:

This man is tense asf from the second anything happens.

“What happened to the nurses?” His voice is quiet yet sharp and quick. His hand grabs at Nixon’s arm, urging him to answer immediately.

“Uh, I don’t know. They were in the hospital that got bombed, we’re not sure.” Lewis sighs out slowly, clearly affected by the trauma, but he has no idea about Ron and you.

Ron takes it upon himself to literally do anything he can in his power to find you- ofc he’s worried about everybody else, but the two of you have been together in private way back since before you were deployed. His hearts in his chest.

“We got them all sir, but one.”

“Y/l/n. Where’s Y/l/n?” He attempts to keep cool but his heart is thumping, he has the worst sickness and he can barely hold back how he’s feeling.

The man pauses and shakes his head. “Don’t know, sir.”

The whole company is obviously in grieving, this is when he’s still part of D-company but he’s in misery- he breaks only when he’s alone and in front of the men he keeps an even more tough exterior than ever.

Truthfully he’s hard to be around, he tries to push you to the back of his mind, trying his best to accept you’re gone and that’s it but he can’t.

He’s in the infirmary one day, after literally being shot in the ass- he almost can’t believe what’s going on and refuses to believe it’s true. Ron for the first time feels weak and useless.

“Can somebody help?! Please!” A frantic calling from a more than familiar voice cries out as he’s laid on his side in the bed, curtains closed around his area.

This is the first thing that causes him to move. Ignoring all soreness (he probs just blocks out the pain) he crawls out of bed at the sounds of scurrying and desperate shouting of the medical staff.

Ron could’ve sworn that was your voice, and when he stands, opening the curtains and staring straight at you, he thinks he’s seen a ghost.

He mutters your name so quietly, but you look up, face dirty and slightly bruised and bloodied, uniform dusty with a GI woollen jumper hanging over your frame. Like you’re just looking at each other.

“Excuse me, please.” You’d just tell the medical staff, hurrying your way down the hospital, weaving passed people until you’re stepping closer and closer.

Ron’s breathing and heart increases in a state of shock and you nudge him back in, yanking the curtain shut before you just engulf one another in a hug.

“Ron.” You’d mutter through tears, he grips you even tighter, engulfing your smaller body. “I was so scared, Ron.”

He pulls back your face, his eyes wide and stunned before holding either side of your face and pulling you in for a deep, borderline desperate kiss.

It’s the best comfort either of you have had in days, and once your lips part you fall back into his arms.

He’s probably lost for words for the first few minutes, and he’ll become all teary eyes for the first time in front of you.

“Are you okay? What happened to you?” He speaks for the first time, checking over you worriedly after remembering you must’ve been in that shelled out hospital

“There was Germans… I took a patient and ran away in the bombings. We got lost- we only just got back here now. I don’t know if he’s okay or not.”

All he can do is comfort you and hold you close, still in a state of disbelief.

“Why-why are you in here? What’s wrong?” You’d eventually ask. “I was shot.” Ron spoke in a blasé manner. He didn’t care about himself, only you.

“Where?”

… “my ass.”

Babe Heffron:

Hear me out, you’re a little bit clumsy yet always careful with everybody��s life but seemingly your own?

Like you’ve been at war for 8 months or so and still Babe worries that you’ve stumbled onto enemy lines just because you went to find a man’s boots or something.

He looks out for you and takes care of you so much, like it’s so so sweet and everybody’s aware that you’re Babe’s girl, even if you keep it more or less hidden out of respect for the fraternisation rules.

Anyway, you’re assigned to second platoon & that’s how you and Babe got close initially, the second nurse was sadly lost, and ever since then in Bastogne, Babe has been extra worried that something might happen to you.

It’s the day after Jackson passed and everybody’s exhausted, even though they’ll be moving off the line, they’re all sick of war.

“Hey anybody seen y/n?” He’d glance around the room where she’d usually be hanging out when she wasn’t at the aid station.

“She’s not at the aid station?” Joe would ask.

“No.” Babe would frown, pushing himself up and heading out.

He tries not to panic at first, but admittingly he has an anxiety nibbling away at the back of his mind.

Something just feels off, you’re not at CP, at the infirmary, with the other nurses, where you’re billeted.

“Babe!” One of the nurses shrieks in surprise as he bursts into the house they were stationed in.

“Sorry, sorry. Anybody seen y/n?” None of them have, not since the early afternoon and it was nearing 6. Your duty ended three hours ago.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

(Okay this isn’t as extreme as some of the other cases, I wanted to change it up a bit)

20 minutes later he’s chain smoking like crazy, asking all the guys where the hell you were.

“Babe? What’re you yapping about?” Your voice appears, giggling as he snaps his head, almost doing a 360.

At first relief floods through him, but then he see’s your helping a limping soldier, bleeding just below your eyebrow.

“Jesus- what the hell?!” His voice raised, breath stuck in his chest.

“A little help here, Babe?”

After hooking up under the other side of the wounded back, he helps you both back to the aid station firing questions a million miles an hour in your direction.

“I’m fine, Babe.” You’d soothe. “What happened?! Where th’ hell were ya?!” He’d take both your shoulders, holding his hand over the cut on your forehead, in an attempt to apply pressure.

“Babe-” you’d swat his hand away, becoming distracted with the sight behind you. Clearly you didn’t realise how worried he was.

“Ya shouldn’t run off like that!”

“Babe-”

“Ya got me worried sick!”

“Edward! His leg is crushed! Let me go help!”

“Edward?!”

“Wait here, alright? I’ll be 10 minutes.”

Babe waits, watching you help some of the other nurses and medics with the man you both carried inside, tending to what looked to be a badly wounded leg. He grimaced and turned away, growing an even more profound respect for you (if that was even possible).

When you’re done you head straight back to him. “Sorry, Babe, his leg was so-” You go to hold his arm but instead he turns, engulfing you in a bone crushing hug.

“I thought I’d lost ya, never do that again.”

Finally, you’d silence and realise just how worried he was. He was border lining upset, his frustration had dissolved and turned into pure relief.

“I’m okay.” You’d whisper, leading him to the quieter area of the porch.

“Where were ya?” He’d glance over you, checking head to toe everything was okay, hands still on your forearms.

“I went to get some supplies, then I found him- his leg was stuck under rubble. I couldn’t just leave him.”

“What ‘bout ya head?”

“I knocked myself in the face, you know what I’m like.”

“Oh thank god, ya scared me, angel.”

Ugh he’s such a sweetheart, just apologise to him and promise you won’t do that again without telling him.

[thelovelylolly]

Hello! Would you be interested in writing a Miguel x reader fic with a reader who doesn’t want children? I don’t see any of them around so I’d love to see one, and that it’s angstyy and the reader is in love with him and wished they wanted kids but they don’t and is already so heartbroken and assumes he would want them because he loved being a dad. The reader thinks that their relationship will be as good as over. And maybe they could be engaged at this point.

Also the reader keeps thinking ‘what if he finds another variant of Gabriella who needs a father?’ lots of angstttt please but then hurt/comfort 🙇‍♀️ but if you don’t want to write it that’s ok. thank you!

Family

Summary: You don't want kids, but your soon-to-be husband loved being a dad and having a family. Warnings: hurt/comfort, negative thoughts, self doubt, angsty, google translated spanish (let me know if i missed anything) Notes: yesss!!!! i love this idea! i only see miguel x reader fics where reader is ready for a family/has a family already and as much as i enjoy those, sometimes i wish it wasn't the majority of fics :) thank you for your request!

You always knew you didn't want kids. When you were little, you never wanted to be a parent when you played house with your friends. As a teenager, your friends were off doing babysitting jobs, but you never felt cut out for it. In your adult years, all your friends were getting baby-fever or actually having babies. It never really clicked with you, so you just decided that having kids wasn't for you.

When you determined you didn't want kids, you wanted to make sure whoever you spent the rest of your life with understood that. Miguel was perfect, but after a while of dating, he opened up about his daughter and how he loved being a dad. You brushed it off as him remembering his daughter and still coping with what happened to her, which he always avoided talking about.

Then, shortly after you two were engaged, he started talking about kids more and more. You had mentioned, once things started to get serious between you two, that you didn't intend on having kids and he seemed to be perfectly fine with it. Did something change?

You loved Miguel and wanted to give him everything you had, but kids? You knew Miguel wouldn't force you to do anything that you didn't want to do, but would he leave you to find someone who did want a family? You didn't want him to leave, you two were getting married soon, but what if this was the one big thing that could end your engagement? What if you let this simmer for years and when he eventually brings up starting a family, your decision causes a divorce? What if he left you for another universe where he could have a family?

You let your doubtful thoughts eat at you for a while, and without knowing, you started to close yourself off from Miguel. He noticed it though.

You were sitting on your couch one day, enjoying one of your current reads and a cup of tea, when Miguel came in and sat next to you.

"Are you doing okay?" He asked, draping his arm across the back of the couch behind you.

"Mhm," you hummed, leaning down to place your tea and book down before turning to face him. "Why do you ask?"

"You've been...off, amor," he answered, gently tracing patterns on your shoulder. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

"I do, but...I don't know, it feels stupid."

"Hey, just talk to me, okay? I want to help you with whatever's going on, because something is clearly going on."

You sighed, looking away for a second to gather your thoughts then turning and meeting his gaze again.

"I don't want kids. At all," you wanted to give him a second to reply, but you kept going to get it off your chest. "I don't think I've ever wanted kids. When I was little, I never wanted to play with baby dolls or anything like that. I never wanted to babysit for neighbors, I never got baby fever and whenever I held a baby, nothing clicked in me to make me want one of my own. It just...it's not for me, I guess. And I know you loved your daughter and loved being a dad, but I'm not going to budge on my choice. If you want to leave me and find someone else who wants kids, I don't blame you. I want to give you everything I can, Miguel, just not a family."

Silence sat between you two as you both took a deep breath, letting your words sink in. You felt a lump form in your throat and tears pool in your eyes, but you held it back. You could see the pain in Miguel's eyes, and you guessed it was from your words. You were ready for him to get up and leave, or for him to try to convince you to give it a chance, but you would just stand your ground.

Miguel gently cupped your cheek, almost making you break.

"Did...did I make you feel that way?" He asked weakly. "Did I make you feel like you're not good enough for me?"

The dam broke and you started to sob. Miguel wrapped his arms tightly around you, pressing kisses to the top of your head. He let you sob into his chest, letting you get it all out. When you pulled away to look at him, he wiped away any stray tears that were left.

"You never made me feel like this, Miguel. It was all me and my stupid thoughts. I'm sorry-"

"Stop, you don't have anything to be sorry about, cariño. As much as I want another chance to be a dad, I'm not going to throw away what we have and leave you just to get it. I love you, and if you don't want kids, then we won't have kids."

You smiled at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"I love you so much, Miguel."

"I love you, too."

You laid your head against his chest and melted into his touch, his finger trailing up and down your back.

"You know," he started, "we could get a dog instead."

"How about a cat?"

Miguel smiled. "A cat it is."

[baeshijima]

— in these quiet nights

whenever you're stuck in solitude, ayato somehow manages to find a way to be by your side without fail.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 900+ wc, fluff, established relationship

A/N : its 1 am, currently using this as an escape from my project, and writing a very late ayato piece for his bday ;w; life stop making me have no time for my fictional men pls and ty <//3

There’s a solemn chill hanging overhead. The air stills, the stars dull, and the moonlight glimmers.

It’s not often you find a moment of peace, what with your busy schedule interfering time and time again, though you could argue it’s more solitary than it is tranquil. Perhaps this escapade would have been better suited in the early hours of dawn as opposed to the steadily approaching midnight you’re currently stuck in.

A whisper of a sigh slips through your lips. Pulling the thin blanket closer around your shoulders, you lift your gaze upwards, paying half a mind to the feather-light footsteps approaching from behind. You have no reason to turn to be able to identify the new presence, for who else would be mad enough to be up this late after the busy day which transpired?

“A fine evening, is it not?” comes that oh-so familiar intonation, the footsteps coming to a halt behind your seated form. Strands of baby blue obstruct your view of the bleak stars, a pair of lavender eyes twinkling with fond mischief follow in pursuit. Despite his towering form shielding you from the pale lighting, his face glows all the same — a testament to the sheer elegance instilled within. His gaze drifts down your shadowed form, a light hum trailing close behind. “Are you cold?”

You blink at his question. It takes a few seconds for you to realise the main focus of his concern; the blanket tugged over your shoulders. “How can I be when there’s no wind?”

As soon as the question is uttered, you immediately sense a foreboding shiver trickle down your spine. Maybe it’s the hairs along the back of your neck rising, or it could be the puffs of air Ayato is relentlessly blowing towards your dumbfounded figure.

“Do you feel the wind now?” he has the gall to ask. Unsurprisingly, the impish grin splayed across his lips becomes increasingly more tempting to slap off the longer he persists. Unfortunately, your hands are occupied, making it near impossible to move them. 

(Archons forbid you actually exert unneeded energy when you’re already spent.)

“Yes,” you deadpan, “I’m so cold my teeth are chattering. Can you hear it?”

He hums in faux contemplation, a gloved hand raised to rest under his chin in an attempt to further support his charade. “Not quite. Perhaps I ought to bring out the fan.”

“Please don’t. My teeth will really chatter then.”

Your shoulders relax upon hearing his gleeful laugh. In a fluid motion he steps away from you, exposing you to the stark moonlight, before plopping himself on the veranda beside you. Before you have the time to process the string of movements, your left arm is promptly lifted up (with the blanket following suit) as a bundle of warmth dives into the newly opened space, your arm tugged down and around the intruder of your personal space.

Well, at least he’s warm.

“If you’re tired then go to bed.” As soon as the words are uttered, a displeased whine escapes him. Much to your bemusement, a ticklish sensation occurs at the crook of your neck, and you belatedly realise the act akin to nuzzling currently being performed by the bane of your existence, his arms wrapping around your torso in protest. Like a child.

“Why should I?” he mutters into your skin, tone bitter and laced with indignance someone of his standing should most definitely not have. Well, you can’t say you’re not used to it.

“Because you need proper sleep.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll get sick again if you keep this up.”

“...”

“...”

“But why?”

Archons have mercy on your poor soul.

“I’d rather not be known as your personal pillow,” you state monotonously, positively done with his antics. “I have some dignity left in me.”

“And if I were to say you’re warmer than my bed and comfier than my pillow?”

(You’re not. You can attest to that fact as someone who has actually slept in his bed — which is unfairly warm and comfortable, if you may add.)

Gaze narrowing at the smug expression beaming up at you, you merely retort, “Do you want me to drag you to bed myself?”

“If it’s you then I would happily obli— mmrph.” Swiftly, your palms smother his words before he has the chance to finish. And no, you will not be swayed by the doe eyes batting up at you, nor by the fluttering of his long eyelashes brushing along the apples of his cheeks.

What an unfairly pretty lover you have in your palms. Literally.

Seeing how he’s more than happy with the skin contact being made, you take it upon yourself to swiftly remove your hands and return your gaze to the night’s canvas, his theatrical bemoans of your “cold shoulder” and “[Name] doesn’t love me anymore” going ignored.

It stays quiet between you for a while, the only sounds being the faint breaths and rhythmic heartbeats steadily falling in sync. Oddly enough, you find yourself forgetting the previous solitude you were trapped in only moments prior, focusing instead on Ayato’s fingers entwined with yours and basking in his familiarity.

Your shoulder dips slightly when a weight drops atop it. When you glance down to identify the source of permeating warmth, you can’t help the smile alighting your features.

“Thank you for loving me as much as I love you, Ayato,” you murmur against the crown of his head as you place a chaste kiss, before pulling the thin blanket around the two of you in an effort to cage your shared warmth.

(How strange, you silently muse to yourself, suddenly finding yourself overcome with drowsiness. The air feels warmer now.)

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best kept secret / steve harrington

you and steve decide to keep your relationship a secret from the rest for a bit, and though it’s hard for you two to keep your hands off each other, the secret rendezvous makes up for it.

pairing steve harrington x fem!reader

thank you so much for the love shown for best kept secret! part two here! <3

To mark, it’s been exactly eight days since you were kissed for the first time. It has been five days since he asked to be yours. It has been five days since your boyfriend was unbelievably Steve Harrington.

In your mind its still played as fictive folktale rather than it was what you yourself lived through. But it was all too real. How soft his lips were, just how incredibly nervous he was as he slipped his fingers with yours the very first time. How he went from King Steve you’d roll your eyes to as he passed the halls, to Robin’s coworker at Scoop’s Ahoy you’d occasionally share stupid quips with for chocolate chip, to fighting monsters together, and now he laying on your lap playing with your fingers as you watched Breakfast Club in your living room at one in the morning.

“Steve?”

“Hm?”

He turned away from the screen. You cleared your throat, unsure of what he’d think of what you were about to ask. “Do you think we should tell everyone about, you know, us?” His lips pursed, eyebrows raising. “Well, what do you wanna do? Cause I’d love to show you off to everybody.” You couldn’t help but laugh, still not used to those remarks from him. You heaved a sigh. “Do you think we could keep this a secret for a bit, until I’m ready? I just, I don’t wanna make a huge fuss, not yet anyway? I’m sorry.” You blurted out. He adjusted his position, sitting up. “Don’t be sorry, of course, hey, whenever you want to, we will. And if that’s never, I’ve got no problem having you be my little secret.” He spoke gently, a soft smile written on his lips, and soon a similiar one carved on yours.

“For what it’s worth, I’d love to show off how I got King Steve all to myself, sorry ladies.” He laughed, kissing your lips. His head tilted, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that. Can’t believe I have to resist for a whole day tomorrow. It’s gonna be the worst day of my life.” He groaned, dramatically laying down. You chuckled, “Well you’ve got me all night, but fine, waste it away sleepi—“ He tackles you as you laughed, embracing you as tightly as he could before he couldn’t tomorrow, well, not publicly anyway.

/

Ever since the Byers adopted El and moved away, Dustin’s made it his mission to make it movie night every week as an attempt to keep everyone stay close, feeling too many has left already. This week, it was your turn to host. Just as you set down the giant bowl of chips on the table you were sure would be finished in seconds, you hear a knock on your door.

“I come bearing snacks, children, Nancy and one dingus.” Robin waved a bag of family sized popcorn. Everyone swarmed in your house, Steve being the last to enter. “Hey,” He whispered with a smile, “Hi,” You say, as he briefly interlocked his pinkie with yours before joining the others. You smiled, shutting the door. “Alright, what should we watch? How about some horror?” You took a seat on the floor next to Robin, Steve sitting not far beside you on the couch. “You wanna sit here?” Steve tapped your shoulder, you looked to him, before you could respond Robin interlocked her arm with yours, “No, I might need her for support if we end up watching horror.” You laughed, looking to him and mouthing ‘No, I’m fine.’

After much debating between The Shining and The Evil Dead, as well as Robin plainly not wanting to watch anything remotely scary, eventually it was five minutes in Nightmare on Elm Street and Robin was already hiding in your shoulder. Cut to much wretched screams from both the movie and everybody, much so that you’re sure one or two of your neighbors would come knocking and telling you to keep it down. “I’m so not gonna sleep tonight.” Robin whined. As you tried to get up, she stops you.

“Where you going I need you!” She pulled your arm. “You won’t be needing me if I’m peeing my pants, will you? You’ll be fine, hold onto Max.” You ruffled her hair as her grip loosened, turning to Max. You walk to the bathroom, lightly tapping on his shoulder behind the couch Steve before doing so. He fidgeted, waiting a few as to not raise suspicion, but Nancy and Dustin noticed anyway. “What’s with you Steve? Movie too scary?” Dustin lightly elbowed him. “Psh, no, I just had one too many sodas, be right back.” He leaped from the sofa and ran to the bathroom.

He reached the bathroom door half opened, not noticing where you are. “Hey, where are yo—“ You pulled him in by his arm and locked the door. “Hi.” You laugh silently, he shook his head with a smile. “Sneaky, aren’t you?” His eyes widened as you lightly pushed him against the door. “Sorry, just wanted to do this.” You placed a loose grip on his shirt collar, pressing your lips against his. Always was his kiss gentle and kind. Soon his lips seperated yours, a clear amusement and likeness on his face.

“I wouldn’t mind more of this.”

[samstree]

Jewel

(obikin, 1.6k, established relationship, also on ao3) Anakin is on painkillers and forgets something important.

Anakin wakes up warm and comfortable, swathed in layers of blankets and wrapped in strong arms.

The world swims, swaying and tipping to one side in the distinctive way of being put on painkillers. He blinks, and blinks again.

“Mmph…” he makes a confused noise, not sure how he ended up here. Or where here is, even.

“Hey, careful.”

Oh, that is the most beautiful voice he has ever heard.

So Anakin looks up, following the source of the voice and meeting the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen.

“Obi-Wan.”

He breathes the name in wonder, heart fluttering, nearly giddy. Of course, it’s Obi-Wan. He is the most beautiful man in the whole galaxy, and Anakin loves him so much even when his head is fuzzy with drugs. He’d know Obi-Wan when he barely remembers his own name. He needs to tell Obi-Wan that, how important he is, how much joy he brings into Anakin’s life, but all that comes out is—

“Obi-Wan, you are…here.”

An amused huff rumbles against Anakin’s ear, and Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkle softly. It’s Anakin’s favorite look, when happiness is etched into the lines around his eyes. He reaches out to touch, only to grunt in pain.

“Don’t move just yet. Your shoulder is in quite a state, darling.”

The arms around Anakin hold him closer, securing him in place. He then looks down to find his prosthetic arm tightly bound with a sling. The pain spreads from his shoulder to his chest, dulled like a distant echo.

“But I feel fine.” He nuzzles into Obi-Wan’s neck. The world doesn’t spin as much when he rests against Obi-Wan like this.

“It’s all the painkillers you are on. They had to double the doses, with your metabolism so fast. It’s still not working well enough.” Concern seeps into Obi-Wan’s voice. “Let’s not try anything just now. I’d hate to set your bones again.”

With that, gentle fingers run through Anakin’s hair, almost putting him back to sleep with all the petting and scratching.

A glint of silver catches Anakin’s eyes.

“Oh,” he says, struggling to extract the free arm to catch Obi-Wan’s hand. “What is this?”

He frowns at the silver band resting on the fourth finger of Obi-Wan’s hand, heart growing heavy despite the confusion. He pokes at the thing, the warm metal touching the tip of his index finger.

“It’s my ring, dear one. What are you doing?”

“It’s a wedding ring.”

Anakin turns Obi-Wan’s palm, observing the band intently. His head doesn’t feel like his own, but his memory is still intact. A silver band on the fourth finger, that is Stewjoni tradition to indicate that—"

“You are…married?”

Anakin meant it as an accusation. When did Obi-Wan get married? How? Where? Why does he not know about it? But all that came out of his lips is a sad whisper, voice trembling with hurt.

He meets Obi-Wan in the eye, but only finds surprise there. It’s rather unfair, for Obi-Wan to stare at him like that, as if he’s crazy for asking the question. He’d think he deserves an answer after all this time, the love weighing on his heart, never reciprocated. He is fine with it. He really is. It’s just…

He was still hoping, against all odds.

Now that is gone too.

“Anakin, I—You see, we—”

“But you can’t be.” Anakin shakes his head at the silly idea. “Not you, never you. What was I thinking? To be married, you’d need to leave the Order. My old master would never, not the perfect Jedi.”

He adds a dry laugh in the end for good measure, sounding properly putulent now, but Obi-Wan’s eyes only soften.

“Oh, Anakin, I did leave the Order. I left so I could marry—”

“No, don’t tell me,” he interrupts in a hurry. “I don’t think I can bear it.”

It borders on torture now. Anakin knows because he has been tortured. To know the name of Obi-Wan’s beloved would destroy him. All he wants to do is get away. He cannot stay in Obi-Wan’s arms when they belong to someone else. To steal comfort that doesn’t belong to him is worse than not having it at all.

His eyes brim with tears, and he lets them fall freely.

“Anakin, it’s not like that…”

“Just don’t.” He struggles against Obi-Wan’s hold, voice wet with tears, heedless of his injured shoulder. “I don’t want to hear it. Just let me get out of here—”

“Anakin!”

It’s the desperation in Obi-Wan’s voice that stops his motion. That and the fact that Anakin can barely move his limbs, muscles so relaxed they feel like jelly. The ache returns, deep in his bones, but none of it matters when his face is cupped in gentle hands and the most beautiful eyes are right in front of him.

Anakin is powerless when Obi-Wan’s attention is on him, so close yet so far away.

“Will you listen to me? Let me explain?”

Anakin sniffles, and then answers weakly, “…alright.”

Instead of answering, Obi-Wan takes his flesh hand, threading their fingers together. His motion is so tender, so intimate that it erases every last thought from Anakin’s mind.

“It must be one of the side effects of the drugs.” For some reason, Obi-Wan is sounding too amused for the grave situation they are in. “This will be very funny when you come out of it, dearest. Believe me, I want to enjoy it, but not at your expense when your head is messed up like this. Will you look at your hand? For me, just look at your hand.”

Their hands lay on top of the blankets, skin against skin. When Anakin looks down, there are two silver bands, side by side. One on Obi-Wan’s fourth finger, the other on Anakin’s.

“Huh,” he makes a confused sound. “I’m married too?”

“Against all odds, yes. Master Yoda lost the bet to Master Windu on the big day.”

Anakin blinks, brow furrowed.

“But to who?”

He can’t imagine overcoming the heartache of Obi-Wan devoting himself to someone else, but—

“Will you look at the other side of the rings?”

With that, Obi-Wan takes Anakin’s hand again, flipping over both of their palms to show the underside of the rings. There is a small inscription etched onto each of them. The one on Obi-Wan’s is the traditional Tatooine symbol for “rain”, the pattern often carved into Japor wood and gifted to one’s beloved. Rain is the most precious thing, after all. The inscription on Anakin’s band reads “jewel” in Stewjoni.

But how does he know that? When does he know Stewjoni words?

“Oh,” Anakin hums. He feels as if he’s on the verge of a great discovery, a warmth spreading through his chest like a promise from the past. A vow, maybe. “Oh, Obi-Wan! I see!”

“Really? What do you see?”

Anakin breaks into a big smile. “I don’t know! But I’m so happy!”

Obi-Wan’s laugh is like music to Anakin’s ear. Even though he thinks he’s the one being made fun of, he still loves that laugh.

“I’m glad you are happy,” Obi-Wan says, indulgently, “but what if… I did this?”

He takes Anakin’s flesh hand, and kisses him on the fourth finger, right above the silver band, lips incredibly soft. Anakin’s mouth falls open.

“Still happy?”

Anakin nods so hard that he feels dizzy.

“How about… this?”

Obi-Wan trails a few kisses along the back of Anakin’s hand, reaching the delicate skin at his wrist. He looks up through long lashes, eyes impossibly soft, and then—

And then, he kisses Anakin right on the mouth.

The kiss is chaste and light as a feather. It couldn’t have lasted for more than a second, but the world comes to a stop.

As soon as Obi-Wan breaks away, Anakin gapes again. He can only stare at the smug looks on Obi-Wan’s face. When he leans in, Anakin closes his mouth to kiss him, again, and again.

They draw out another kiss, breathing deep into it, the Force singing around them with how right it feels. Their lips meet in a rhythm so familiar, it’s like a choreographed dance. Anakin melts into the warmth of Obi-Wan’s presence, smiling when the soft beard scratches the corner of his mouth. They finally break apart, and now the world is spinning for an entirely different reason.

“Oh, my dearest.”

Anakin lets out a small gasp at the endearment. He is Obi-Wan’s—

“My beloved,” Obi-Wan murmurs, running a thumb on Anakin’s cheek, palm cradling his chin gently. “Don’t you see? There is no one else. I left the Order for you, so we could marry. I left because you are my joy, my hope, the jewel of my heart… who has forgotten all about our marriage after a few doses of painkillers. Tell me, dearest, what shall I do with you?”

All Anakin can do is stare. He stares as Obi-Wan helps him lean against the pillows and adjust his own position so they can cuddle comfortably. He stares as Obi-Wan peppers more kisses on his arm, his shoulder, hand. He stares as Obi-Wan tucks the stray curls behind his ear, with nothing but love on his face, as if the sight of Anakin brings him all the happiness he could ever ask for.

“We are married?” Anakin asks, feeling silly now but still needing the confirmation. “You… love me?”

Obi-Wan looks like his heart is breaking, just a little. “What can I do to convince you?”

Anakin perks up at that. “Kiss me again?”

“That I can do.” A smile, and Obi-Wan obliges.

They kiss until Anakin is dizzy with love, until his bones are humming with contentment. They kiss until The Force wraps around them tightly, reminding him of the familiar warmth from his memories. Of vows made while their hands intertwine, their hearts beating in tandem.

They kiss until another tear trails down Anakin’s cheek. It’s not nearly as precious as the rain drops on Tatooine, or the jewels of Stewjon, but his beloved kisses it away too.

[hearts4jean]

୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

jean - braiding - modern au -

It is so clear that Jean is a gentleman in case I haven’t made it clear already like a relationship with him would be the most magical epitome ever, you being his first significant other. Sure he’d be a nervous wreck, but it’s so lovely dating him. He’d love doing all that cutesy stuff with you, people around you describe you two as the ‘ideal couple’.

He loves playing with your hair so much whether it’s where you letting him run his fingers through it as you two share a moment while in each others embrace (He’d so play with your hair as you kiss him); even when you rest your head in his lap in case you’re feeling fatigued and gently ruffles your hair (He strokes your hair if you’re asleep to not disturb you too much)

His favourite thing especially is braiding your hair he just finds it so relaxing for the both of you. It’s a skill he’s always had. He utilises it with all the women in his life like his mother, younger sister if he had one, even Sasha at one point. The amount of times he would’ve gotten told off at school for playing with Sasha’s hair as kids by teachers.

Jean always fantasised about braiding your hair too but he didn’t know how to bring it up to you, it seems too sudden and he didn’t really see you have your hair in that style very much. However, he was able to build up the courage to do so as you were getting ready to go out somewhere with him. The only reason he showed up while you were still getting ready was because he accidentally showed up way earlier than planned but this minor mistake all worked out in his favour and yours too in a way.

Jean, sitting on your bed, watches you grumble in the mirror while having your face buried in your palms. He walks up to you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Everything alright, []?”

You turn to him with a glum expression; your phone open on Pinterest, the search bar reading “hair inspo” and the images consisting of the most vile ‘wedding hair styles’ from 2014 with a mix of the most complex styles done with unattainably healthy hair. Even Jean, a man who has limited knowledge about how girls work understands how hideous some of those styles are, snickering at some of them as you mindlessly scroll through them.

“How do you feel about braids?”

“Braids? They’re cute, not really my go-to style but-“

“Let me- Sorry, did I cut you off?”

“No no, you’re fine. What were you going to say?”

“Oh, I was going to say you should let me do your hair.”

-“What?”

“Uhh..”

“Sorry, I sounded off-putting right there. I didn’t mean to. What do you mean by me letting you do my hair?”

“I wanna braid your hair. I MEAN! (That sounds too demanding….) Would you like me to braid your hair? It’s fine if you don’t wanna..it’s..ah cool…”

“You know how to braid hair?”

“Yes!”

- You laugh. “Go for it I suppose, you seem very eager to.”

“Merde! Did I really sound like that..?”

“…”

- “Your silence is doing better harm than good”

“Do you want to braid my hair or not?”

“Yes”

“Hah! There you go sounding eager again!” You burst out laughing, pointing your finger at Jean’s face turning into a light pink.

“[]!!!!”

Eventually you do stop messing around with him and he gets to work. Jean tries to be gentle as possible with you all the time no matter the circumstance. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” And i’d be the slightest tug that was a less careful that he intended it to be. He finds braiding hair to be relaxing for him as it sort of allows him to turn all his attention on 3 pieces of hair and how they are supposed to be crossed over repeatedly until he reaches the ends.

The feeling is mutual between the two of you; you found it to be really calming moment between the two of you, creating a new way for you two to bond together. After this, you find yourself getting your hair braided by Jean a lot more often.

Once he starts to get more skilled, he even starts to spazz up the way he braids your hair to. Like braiding in ribbons or adding smaller braids between sections. Your hair is one of his favourite things about you. Jean appears to be this stupidly cocky guy who enjoys messing around with Connie by tormenting Eren or Reiner and doing dumb teenage boy stuff; well thats what he paints himself to be. Who knew the same person also enjoys braiding hair?