#gonna take all the strength i have not to drop my chores to get it all set up

[userkatekanearchived]

IPAD IS ALMOST HEREEEEEEEEE

[jamil-s-wifey]

Hello :3 Can I get a long scenario with my dearest Jamil?

I really love him so much >///< so here is my scenario, I hope you can accept

Jamil got sick and has a fever. MC stayed beside him and nursed him for 3 days without blinking and finally he recovered. He started to remember her care during his illness after his fever dropped. And when he woke up, MC hugged him tightly. A bit long, huh? 😅 I would be happy with little NSFW, not gonna lie.

Well hello there, fellow Jamil enthusiast~ It has certainly been a hot minute, hasn't it? It is my utmost pleasure to present you with the *long-awaited* scenario at hand! A bit of NSFW, some heart-warming fluff and Jamil finally getting a GODDAMN break, coming right up! It's not full on NSFW, just a lil bit, as requested, I don't know why it turned out like that- still, I hope this is good! (Tbh, it fits the scenario)

P.S. This hit close to home, I used to be a very sickly child and I still catch all sorta sicknesses a lot easier than normal people. So, what he will experience here is all based on very PERSONAL and very SALTY experience. 🙃

"What am I gonna do with you? You can't keep pushing yourself so much!" You murmured, pressing a cold cloth to Jamil's forehead as he slept soundly.

.......

Jamil hated being sick. Pretty normal right? Everybody hates being sick.

But to Jamil, sickness meant pushing through and continuing with his chores, regardless of his wellbeing. Imagine cooking above a hot stove with a high temperature. Can't be pleasant, can it?

But even the hardest stones could crack under enough force - such is the way the world works. It was towards the end of the day, as Jamil was preparing Kalim's dinner, when he felt his body give out under him. All day he'd been going around with a fever, he felt as if his own body was rotting on the inside, screaming at him to stop and have a break. His eyes were watery and felt as though they were burning in his eye sockets.

He couldn't even reach a chair to sit, before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor - too dizzy and too weak. Rarely did he ever get this sick, but this time it was bad. He moved to a more comfortable position and remained like that, trying to gather enough strength to get some medicine..... He most certainly didn't realise he'd fallen asleep, too tired to move, nor did he hear Kalim's worried voice when he found him on the floor in the kitchen.

And Kalim? Kalim was terrified! Quickly he called on his dorm members to move him to his room and immediately called you, crying on the phone, worried that Jamil might never wake up. (That's not how colds work, Kalim-) Worried about Jamil, you immediately rushed to the Scarabia dorm, medicine in hand.

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And now here you are, in the present, taking extensive care of your near delirious not-quite-boyfriend-but-kinda-love-interest. He'd occasionally wake up and exchange barely audible pleasantries with you, drink his "extra healthy and full of good stuff" chicken soup (whatever that was supposed to entail) and then fall back into slumber. His fever has gone down drastically, but the utter exhaustion left in its wake has kept him bedridden. Apparently it was a seasonal fever, which just so happened to hit Jamil, who in turn chose to ignore it in the beginning.

You'd taken the liberty to remain situated in his room for about three days.

Day one was the worst - high fever, clattering teeth and a sleepless night to boot. You'd change his shirt every time he'd drench it in sweat whilst fighting off the fever. You'd switch up the cloth every time it lost its cooling effect, you'd remained by his side the entire time, least he needed something anything at all.

"Once you get better, I'm so gonna yell at you for not taking better care of yourself.... You're lucky I love you." You'd mumbled, barely audible in the quiet of the room as he slept.

Day two was better - he slept through most of it and you could in turn prepare some soup, as well as cover most of his chores, get a pass from the teachers AND even leave him some of your notes for when he recovers. (Look at you go! He'd better propose imo)

Now, on day three he was evidently much healthier. Finally he gave up trying to get out of bed, and instead lay resting, drinking his medicine, feeling utterly pampered by you.

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"How long have you...been here?" You seemed pretty tired in his eyes. The moment you heard his voice you immediately threw yourself gently on him, gently crushing his bones in a hug.

"A while." You responded, face buried in his chest. In reality, you hadn't had a proper night of sleep in about 3 days. You DID sleep, Kalim even prepared a guest bedroom, but you chose to remain next to Jamil for most of the time. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"You didn't have to do all this, you know? You could've get sick too."

"I could've, but I haven't. For somebody with such a keen eye and monstrous deliberation, you really don't know how to take care of yourself properly." You quipped back, moving to sit on the bed next to him.

"As, so I'm being reprimanded now." His gaze softened. "Thank you....for taking care of me these last few days... I've forgotten what it's like to not have to worry or do anything... I feel like I've slept a lifetime... I don't know how I could possibly return the favour."

You can't stay mad at him. He knows it, you know it. Hell, even the Great Seven know it.

"Return it by recovering completely."

He chose not to continue the conversation. He knew arguing was pointless.

"You know, while I was sleeping, or trying to, I was mostly aware of what was happening around me." He began, pushing himself up, in a sitting position. "When you'd quietly hum to yourself, or cuss when you couldn't find something..."

"Ah- well, did you now? Sorry if you had a difficult time falling asleep because of me. " you felt your cheeks warm up a bit.

"No no, please. It's fine. You've taken such good care of me. I just... couldn't help but hear something, which perhaps I wasn't meant to."

He reached out, tangling his hand in your hair.

"Something about you loving me?"

...

Nope, all that heat in your cheeks? Gone. Now it was just coldness and dread.

He saw your frazzled state and chuckled. "I guess I'm really lucky, to have you to take *such* good care of me, huh."

He leaned in, but stopped just centimetres away.

"I shouldn't."

You heart dropped even lower, if that was even possible.

"I could get you sick.~" There was a lilt to his voice, but his eyes showed concern.

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" you leaned in, smashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you towards him.

Naturally, you moved to sit in his lap, his hands moving to your waist.

"Your feelings are returned, for the record." He mumbled in between heated kisses. The more heated the kisses became, the more his hands would wander until-

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. Skillfully he unbuttoned the first few buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your neck and collarbones. "I think I have a way of returning the favour. You took such good care of me, I think it's my turn~"

His attention moved to your neck, leaving heated languid kisses and playful bites on your skin. His hand trailed down to spread your legs, moving between them. Every single touch of his was intoxicating. Pretty quickly your shirt was thrown on the floor, the supple flesh underneath - covered in hickeys.

"Are you not going to undress as well? Or should I do that for you?" you asked, breathless, yet teasing in manner. Well. As teasing as one could get, given how achingly turned on you were. "Like you didn't have more than enough time to appreciate the view, during these last few days." he teased right back, but his hands moved to grip the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He practically purred, fingers gliding over your stomach, gently trailing lower and lower.

"Of course, you can tell me to stop anytime."

"I don't want you to."

"As you wish, my dear. Then I'll make sure to indulge, taking, tasting, touching every single part of you. "

[dragonsarecool]

Febwhump Day 18 - Too Weak to Move

A/N: Doc helps a recovering Marty while stuck in 1885. A continuation of Day 12 Semi-Conscious.

The optimism Doc had experienced when Marty first started regaining consciousness hadn't lasted as long as he'd hoped.

If anything, that optimism had been quickly replaced with irritation and frustration. Teenagers simply do not make good patients.

It'd been another three days at the McFly farm before the town doctor had decreed Marty was strong enough to return to Doc's workshop. He'd barely spoken for the first couple of days, as he only had the strength to stay awake long enough to finish the majority of a bowl of soup before returning to a state of slumber.

Doc had never cared for someone so unwell before, and had been heavily reliant on the doctor's advice when he first brought Marty home. He'd panicked the first time he was asked to give an unconscious Marty some water: "But he'll choke! He's unconscious!"

"Trust me, Emmett," The doctor had said calmly. "Maggie was doin' this when he was delirious and jumping all over the bed! Surely you ain't gonna let a woman provide better care?"

Doc had chosen to ignore the sexist remark, gently pressing a spoonful of water against Marty's lips. He almost dropped it when the young man's mouth opened involuntarily and swallowed the hydrating liquid. Okay…so at least I'm not going to drown the kid. That's good to know.

The doctor and Maggie McFly had given him a crash course on feeding and hygiene, which Doc knew Marty would be horribly embarrassed about once he was lucid again, but they were chores that needed to be done to give him strength to recover.

Although every time he fell asleep, Marty woke each time to find he felt slightly stronger, and was slowly regaining his stamina to perform daily tasks. Despite this accomplishment, he was still physically weak after being bedridden for ten days, and could barely stand by himself without Doc's support. It would take ten minutes to get to and from the bathroom, and as the days passed, Marty found himself growing more and more frustrated with his apparent lack of progress.

But Doc knew exactly what was running through Marty's head. Although it had been a long time ago, he remembered what being a teenage boy was like, and the seeming invincibility that the young mind believed it possessed. He also remembered how frustrated he'd been after coming down with polio as a young man, and the lengthy recovery process.

It explained exactly why he found Marty half-hanging out of the bed, his face red with exertion as he weakly tried to push himself upright with his elbow. Rushing too soon and jumping into things. I wonder if this experience will prevent his car accident?

"My God, Marty, what the hell are you doing?" Doc rushed from the doorway to his friend's side, hoisting Marty's scarily-light frame onto the mattress. "You know you're supposed to call me if you need the restroom!"

Marty was initially too winded to answer. His chest hurt as he finally found the breath to wheeze out a reply. "I can…manage…"

"Marty, you need to slow down!" Doc pleaded. "You're pushing yourself too hard-"

"Doc, I'm supposed to be able to do this!" Marty cried in exasperation, stunning Doc with his outburst. His voice was growing stronger; the young man's true feelings were finally coming to the surface, and it seemed they were about to bubble over. "I…I'm not an old man, for Christ's sake! I should be able to get up and walk and not have to piss myself in a damned pan! The fact that I've been lying in my own sweat and having people wipe my ass is so…so-"

Marty trailed off as his body tried to release a sob while also inhaling enough air. Doc helped him into a sitting position, placing a couple of pillows behind his bony shoulders for support. The young man sobbed and wheezed pathetically before he was able to regain control of his breathing, and he rubbed his face in agitation. "I-I don't deserve all this, Doc, I s-should be able to-"

"But you're sick, Marty. That's an acceptable excuse to not be able to do it all," Doc spoke kindly. "And you've never been this sick before either. Even in 1985, you'd still take a while to recover."

Marty raised an eyebrow. "Even with all the extra medical stuff?"

"Yes. Medications and intravenous fluids definitely would've helped, but only time will help you to recover."

Marty nodded wearily and closed his eyes, seemingly satisfied with that explanation for the time being. "S'pose we're not going back to the future anytime soon then?"

"Not until you're well again. I can't lift you in and out of the Delorean without popping a few vertebrae."

The young man groaned, lifting a hand to massage his forehead. "God, I really miss Tylenol."

Doc laughed. "Don't forget the antibiotics, too."

"Oh yeah. Them too."

[pokeexehasstoppedworking]

Applin Of My Eye Ch8 Finally Feelings Known

(the last chapter was ch7 not Ch17 just to be clear. Apologies for the mix up.)

"Milo." He held up the formal official document to him. "This is an official league document from the Chairwoman."

Milo paused..before finally looking at his brother's disappointed frown. "Oh? What did it say?"

"We weren't picked to go."

Milo didn't miss the disappointed in his little brother's eyes and tone as he held up a letter with an official league symbol, Daisy baaed next to his feet. Milo blinked before abandoning the ornaments and turning to take the already opened letter from Felix. He opened it, quickly skimmed the inside of the envelope, and hummed with a small frown. 

"Oh. That's too bad, but we can't expect everyone to be picked to go. Some of the league have to stay behind to help take care of things here."

"Yeah. I know." Felix grumbled taking off his cap with a frown. "But I really wanted to go!...I guess the prince didn't like I was the first one who lost in the battle tower event."

"Hey. That's not true. You did an amazing job out there, and I know you made everyone in Turrffield proud of you." The cap was taken by Milo and plopped back on top of Felix's head as he blinked and Milo smiled. "I know I was really proud. And remember battled aren't all about winning. Winning is nice but battles are about building up strength and sharing life experiences with people and pokemon. The most important thing is to have fun. Even small experiences make it all worthwhile."

...Felix gave a small huff, but smiled and reached a hand to straighten his cap back on his head. "Yeah. I guess you're right. But still...I wanted to go really badly."

"Hm. Tell you what, work hard to catch up on school and if you're all caught up by next summer then we'll take a full vacation to the Pasio Region!"

Green eyes widened as Felix's mouth dropped open. "Wait. For real?!"

Milo nodded. "But you're gonna have to work hard. You have a lot of catching up to do with us taking time off for the gym challenge last year and the prince's visit. Think you can handle that?"

"OF COURSE I CAN!! YOU CAN COUNT ON ME! I'LL GET STARTED RIGHT NOW!!" Felix turned on his heels to leave but paused mid step as a thought crossed his mind and he slowly looked back at his brother. "Hey, Milo." He hummed. "When are you gonna tell that lady you like her?"

Immediately red EXPLODED across his face as Milo stumbled over his words. "F-F-Felix! I'm not-"

"She already knows about your feelings. And I know that you know that she already knows. And I know that you already confessed and OBVIOUSLY she likes you back! My wingman skills totally worked, and you're natural charm! So why not just go ahead and make it official already?"

Milo sputtered again  gesturing at nothing. "I-Its... complicated Felix! I mean...I know that she knows that I know but s-she also knows T-That I know I n-need time to think this over carefully and d-decide on what best works for me then Ill know and be sure to let her know. Y'know?"

Felix nodded. "Oh. I know. But just to let you know I already took the Liberty of inviting her over for Christmas dinner." He then turned back around. "I'm going to try to study and get a lot of that schoolwork done up. C'mon Daisy!"

Daisy let out a loud baa as Felix walked away and Milo was left red faced with a box of ornaments. "S-Shes coming over f-f-for Christmas d-d-dinner?" He gulped. "O-Oh sweet wooloo knitted sweaters."

Seems he wasn't lying. Milo had finished putting up the decorations and two weeks of regular chores and duties had passed, when it arrived. Christmas Eve. The happiest day of the year and one of the busiest. There was Christmas bonuses he had to mail the checks out to the many people working under him, last minute gift wrapping (he had just finished placing Felix's gifts under the tree), and shoveling snow from the pathways around Turrffield. And all of those things came AFTER he finished his regular chores as a famer taking care of his wooloo herd and land. Sigh. At least all he had to do now was cook Christmas dinner. Which was what he was doing that exact moment. The kitchen was filled with delicious smells as a few dishes were already ready to eat set up on the table while there was still others being slowly cooked either on the stove or oven. Milo hummed away as he stirred the stuffing on the stovetop. It should be done in another ten minutes. Green eyes looked up when small hooves clip clipped their way in and Daisy walked her way over towards the table with a hungry look in her eyes. 

"Oh no you don't. That's not for you." Daisy frowned and baaed at him. "I said no. You can't have that food, it's for Christmas dinner. Besides too much human food will make you sick." Daisy stomped her hoof. "Daisy, throwing a tantrum isn't going to make me give you anything. It's only making you look spoiled." She baaed again throwing herself on her side and he sighed.

"Milo, have you seen Daisy?," Felix's voice called from the other room.

"In here trying to steal our food again-"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!! He was interrupted by a knocking from the front door to which he turned his head to in question.

"I'll get it!," Felix called. Footsteps could be heard from the other room before the front door opened. "Oh hey! I was wondering when you were gonna show up."

"I'm not too late I hope," said a female voice that instantly made Milo freeze.

"Nah. I'm fact you're a bit early. Dinner's not even ready yet. Come on in." More footsteps and the door closed. "Milo! Y/n's here and she brought her pokemon! And presents!"

Milo looked up. Felix walked in with a familiar face behind him with a drizzlie and another wooloo. She smiled.

"Milo. Merry Christmas!" She held up a nicely wrapped gift in her hands. "Here. I brought you something."

Felix also had a gift in his hands looking it over before bringing it up to his ears and shaking it lightly. "I wonder what it is! Can't I just open it now?"

"Felix, you know you're not supposed to open them until the next day."

"C'mon Milo. It's just one present. Can't we just open one early? You can open yours too."

Milo looked at him then at your smiling face before sighing and nodding. "Alright but just one-"

RIP! Felix wasted no time ripping into the wrapping paper before excitedly throwing open the box and looking inside before grasping. Reaching inside he pulled out a plush wooloo a moment later but not just any wooloo, it was an exact plush of a brown shiny wooloo. It looked just like Daisy minus the collar. 

"Oh my Arceus! Look Daisy! It looks just like you!" Felix held out the plushie to Daisy who sat up, sniffed at it, before baaing. Felix held it up like it was the real thing with a wide smile. "It's perfect! Thank you so much!"

You chuckled and smiled. "I'm glad you like it." You then held up the other gift to Milo. "Here. This one's for you."

For him huh? This would be the second present he'd ever get from you for Christmas and that thought alone made his face go red. But not wanting to be rude, he turned from the stove and slowly held out his hands taking the gift box from you. The wrapping was pretty. Shiny white wrapping paper tied with a bright green bow. He took a moment to look it over before reaching up to tug the bow off. It fell off without much resistance and the paper tore away until he was able to see inside there, and his eyes widened at what he saw. A plush eldegoss sat there looking up at him. It was a perfect copy of his own pokemon. He stared at it for a moment before looking back up at you with a smile.

"This is absolutely adorable! Where did you get these?"

"There's an online store that sells plushies of Pokemon. These just happened to be some of the ones they had available and I knew you guys would love them." You then turned to the stove  where the smells were coming from. "And that smells delicious! What is it?"

He blinked. "Huh? Oh! That's the stuffing, and the ham in the oven should be almost done too. Why don't you have a seat and I'll get everything ready?"

"Sounds great!"

He was happy to serve you dinner with both himself and Felix, and it went all well. You all laughed and talked about things ranging from how Milo was restoring the geoglyh to how well Silver was doing since he evolved into an inteleon now to Felix's school progress. He did apologize for not finding time to get you a gift but you had waved him off saying the dinner was a gift enough and it was delicious. Time passed a bit and soon darkness crept across the snow covered outside turning the sparkling snow into a cold blanket of white.

"Oh. It's getting late. I'd better get home before it gets too dark." You said taking a glance at the window before standing up and smiling at Milo. "Thanks again for the food. It was really delicious and I had a great time."

"U-Um..Sure."...He slowly stood up too. "Here. I'll walk you home."

"You blinked. "Are you sure? It's getting pretty late and I don't want to be a bother."

"I-Its no bother at all!", He insisted red faced. "I'd love t-to. L-L-Let me just grab my coat."

"Oh. Well if you're sure with it."

He was quick to throw in his coat and after you bid Felix good bye, the both of you headed out with your Pokemon in tow. It was chilly out with the snow crunching under your feet, and it wasn't long until you both were standing in front of your home which was just down the past from his. With a smile you thanked him before turning to go towards your house but stopped when a hand gently grabbed yours.

"W-Wait!" Milo's face turned a much deeper red and he gulped deeper as she blinked at him. "I-I have something to say. Um...D-Do you remember when I said I needed time to think about w-w-what I wanted? B-Between us?" ...You slowly nodded and he gulped harder. "I-...I think I-... W-want to...be with you."

Silence.

....You smiled again. Red rushed to his face when you gently grabbed at his arm and pulled him towards you and for some reason he couldn't fathom he didn't stop you. Green eyes could only gaze at you and your perfect face. Your face lightly cupping your face just the right way. The frost that had caught onto your lashes twinkling in the lights like little stars orbiting your beautiful f/c eyes which was as reflective as mirrors and just as shiny. Your cheeks a beautiful shade not unlike a sweet rose. But green blue eyes gazed towards your lips. Curled up in a smile, and a pink not unlike a pecha berry and maybe just as sweet if he was honest. The farmer nearly ran into your body when you stopped in front of the house lights shining on you just the right way to give him the impression you were an angel. A sight he was hesitant to leave. Huh. And you were both closer than he remembered. Just a few inches from one another twinkling under the lights. And you blinked at the sudden closeness too. Face going a dim pink and a few chuckles from the moment escaping you. So it was just you two. Alone out here with nothing but each other for company. His mind felt completely blank and numb but in a good way, compelling him to reach his hands up and cup a cheek of yours something his rational brain wouldn't allow himself to do. Inches away now. You didn't move away.

He stared at the woman in front of him, this silly silly woman with the beautifully flowing hair and the cute smile. If he was watching this as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally just strangers less than a while ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not even the topic they had been discussing just a few seconds ago. The wind blew some more rustling the snowflakes and driving the intoxicating sweet scents from the banquet around them more. And blowing some of that pretty hair into his face, which he immediately reached to pull away and Milo made no move to stop him from doing that. Or removing the hand that now cupped his cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-...

They kissed.

[hadit93]

Hi Hadit, hope you are doing well.

This ask might seem weird to you because you believe in putting the effort in mundane affairs before turning to magic, but do you have a spell that can get me out of a rut and make me proactive and energetic temporarily (For a week or two)?

I have adhd and acute depression and although I am mostly high-functioning (I have a full time job, continuing my masters, practice magic, and cook and clean everyday) and I have been unable to even get out of the bed, do the simplest chores, or even reply to texts or calls lately.

I need to get a job (and probably do a spell or two to boost my job search) asap and catch up on my chores, but forcing myself to do anything is resulting in horrible panic attacks. This usually happens to me every year and it goes away, but I can't be a sitting duck waiting for it to pass this time or I am gonna be unemployed soon. I mostly work with planetary and Goetic spirits. Sorry for the long ask.

TIA for your time; take care.

So obviously ignore my advice and seek the advice of a medical professional first and after that try implementing my advice.

So in terms of magic helping your mental health and symptoms of ADHD, there is not really a spell or ritual that is going to do that. A good daily practice may help this over time. I recommend regular cleansing, regular energy work, regular invocation of the highest, and meditation. As someone with ADHD you may struggle with meditation ,stick with it if you can. It doesn't matter if you are distracted, what matters is the effort of bringing back that attention over time. It is stretching a muscle.

It sounds to me that the depression is effecting your life more than your ADHD at the minute. Working with the above may help that, however, working with the solar force will also help. You could do this in many ways, I would find some herb that is safe to ingest that is solar in nature and safe to infuse in high-proof alcohol such as vodka. Chamomile is a good option, rosemary too, Create a tincture and also have a crystal to charge too. Charge the crystal with your own intent and also the solar force in a ritual. Place the crystal in the tincture (make sure the crystal is not toxic first! Citrine would be my choice) and allow it to brew for a couple of weeks. Place a drop on the tongue whenever you feel like it or on a regular basis. Every morning perhaps- just a drop, nothing more.

I wish I could give you a miracle one shot magical cure for your problems. But I do not have one. These things take time, there is no cure for depression or ADHD, there are simply treatments. This is because there is no single cause for depression and we do not even know the cause of ADHD nor what truly exacerbates it within individuals. But the solar force and regular cleansing will help over time. Meditation will also help too.

My advice after this would be to stop trying to do everything at once. Write a list of tasks you want to accomplish. Then order these in easiest/shortest time to hardest/longest time. Then start tackling them in that order. Make a list of rituals/spirits you can work with to obtain these things in order. Not all at once, you cannot sort all your life out at once. It takes time.

Don't beat yourself up it is hard to overcome depression. It is hard to muster up the strength and discipline to battle that part of yourself. It may seem stupid to you or to others around you, but as someone who has battled their own demons I know the struggle and I commend you for enduring it so far and seeking out help when you need it.

You may want to perform a formal cleansing ritual (this could look like anything, every tradition has them. I am talking something more than an LBRP though. A self exorcism might be good- the headless rite may be a good choice too, or liber samekh. You may also want to perform a road opening ritual- I am unsure who you work with. For me I would take a few coins to a crossroads and ask Hekate to open the ways for me so that my influence may flow freely in all directions and leave a coin in each pathway as well as a boiled egg. There are many crossroads deities who would be good for this too. You can also google road opening spells, there are loads to choose from.

Raphael may be able to help. I would not recommend involving goetic spirits for help with mental health. Unless you already have a good working relationship with one of them who can help. Eventually Bune can help with your finances and your job hunt when it comes to conquer that task.

And I will finish by saying if you need help seek it out from a doctor. Therapy is brilliant. Medication is great when you need it to get unstuck from a rut. Don't rely on magic, it will help, but dealing with issues on the same plane they are manifested upon is always best. The mental plane is conquered through words in therapy, the physical plane by medication, meditation, and exercise. The spiritual plane will trickle down to both of these, but it may be more subtle and long-term than direct.

Good luck, I am sure you've got this!

[echantedtoon]

Applin Of My Eye Ch8 Finally Feelings Known

"Milo." He held up the formal official document to him. "This is an official league document from the Chairwoman."

Milo paused..before finally looking at his brother's disappointed frown. "Oh? What did it say?"

"We weren't picked to go."

Milo didn't miss the disappointed in his little brother's eyes and tone as he held up a letter with an official league symbol, Daisy baaed next to his feet. Milo blinked before abandoning the ornaments and turning to take the already opened letter from Felix. He opened it, quickly skimmed the inside of the envelope, and hummed with a small frown. 

"Oh. That's too bad, but we can't expect everyone to be picked to go. Some of the league have to stay behind to help take care of things here."

"Yeah. I know." Felix grumbled taking off his cap with a frown. "But I really wanted to go!...I guess the prince didn't like I was the first one who lost in the battle tower event."

"Hey. That's not true. You did an amazing job out there, and I know you made everyone in Turrffield proud of you." The cap was taken by Milo and plopped back on top of Felix's head as he blinked and Milo smiled. "I know I was really proud. And remember battled aren't all about winning. Winning is nice but battles are about building up strength and sharing life experiences with people and pokemon. The most important thing is to have fun. Even small experiences make it all worthwhile."

...Felix gave a small huff, but smiled and reached a hand to straighten his cap back on his head. "Yeah. I guess you're right. But still...I wanted to go really badly."

"Hm. Tell you what, work hard to catch up on school and if you're all caught up by next summer then we'll take a full vacation to the Pasio Region!"

Green eyes widened as Felix's mouth dropped open. "Wait. For real?!"

Milo nodded. "But you're gonna have to work hard. You have a lot of catching up to do with us taking time off for the gym challenge last year and the prince's visit. Think you can handle that?"

"OF COURSE I CAN!! YOU CAN COUNT ON ME! I'LL GET STARTED RIGHT NOW!!" Felix turned on his heels to leave but paused mid step as a thought crossed his mind and he slowly looked back at his brother. "Hey, Milo." He hummed. "When are you gonna tell that lady you like her?"

Immediately red EXPLODED across his face as Milo stumbled over his words. "F-F-Felix! I'm not-"

"She already knows about your feelings. And I know that you know that she already knows. And I know that you already confessed and OBVIOUSLY she likes you back! My wingman skills totally worked, and you're natural charm! So why not just go ahead and make it official already?"

Milo sputtered again  gesturing at nothing. "I-Its... complicated Felix! I mean...I know that she knows that I know but s-she also knows T-That I know I n-need time to think this over carefully and d-decide on what best works for me then Ill know and be sure to let her know. Y'know?"

Felix nodded. "Oh. I know. But just to let you know I already took the Liberty of inviting her over for Christmas dinner." He then turned back around. "I'm going to try to study and get a lot of that schoolwork done up. C'mon Daisy!"

Daisy let out a loud baa as Felix walked away and Milo was left red faced with a box of ornaments. "S-Shes coming over f-f-for Christmas d-d-dinner?" He gulped. "O-Oh sweet wooloo knitted sweaters."

Seems he wasn't lying. Milo had finished putting up the decorations and two weeks of regular chores and duties had passed, when it arrived. Christmas Eve. The happiest day of the year and one of the busiest. There was Christmas bonuses he had to mail the checks out to the many people working under him, last minute gift wrapping (he had just finished placing Felix's gifts under the tree), and shoveling snow from the pathways around Turrffield. And all of those things came AFTER he finished his regular chores as a famer taking care of his wooloo herd and land. Sigh. At least all he had to do now was cook Christmas dinner. Which was what he was doing that exact moment. The kitchen was filled with delicious smells as a few dishes were already ready to eat set up on the table while there was still others being slowly cooked either on the stove or oven. Milo hummed away as he stirred the stuffing on the stovetop. It should be done in another ten minutes. Green eyes looked up when small hooves clip clipped their way in and Daisy walked her way over towards the table with a hungry look in her eyes. 

"Oh no you don't. That's not for you." Daisy frowned and baaed at him. "I said no. You can't have that food, it's for Christmas dinner. Besides too much human food will make you sick." Daisy stomped her hoof. "Daisy, throwing a tantrum isn't going to make me give you anything. It's only making you look spoiled." She baaed again throwing herself on her side and he sighed.

"Milo, have you seen Daisy?," Felix's voice called from the other room.

"In here trying to steal our food again-"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!! He was interrupted by a knocking from the front door to which he turned his head to in question.

"I'll get it!," Felix called. Footsteps could be heard from the other room before the front door opened. "Oh hey! I was wondering when you were gonna show up."

"I'm not too late I hope," said a female voice that instantly made Milo freeze.

"Nah. I'm fact you're a bit early. Dinner's not even ready yet. Come on in." More footsteps and the door closed. "Milo! Y/n's here and she brought her pokemon! And presents!"

Milo looked up. Felix walked in with a familiar face behind him with a drizzlie and another wooloo. She smiled.

"Milo. Merry Christmas!" She held up a nicely wrapped gift in her hands. "Here. I brought you something."

Felix also had a gift in his hands looking it over before bringing it up to his ears and shaking it lightly. "I wonder what it is! Can't I just open it now?"

"Felix, you know you're not supposed to open them until the next day."

"C'mon Milo. It's just one present. Can't we just open one early? You can open yours too."

Milo looked at him then at your smiling face before sighing and nodding. "Alright but just one-"

RIP! Felix wasted no time ripping into the wrapping paper before excitedly throwing open the box and looking inside before grasping. Reaching inside he pulled out a plush wooloo a moment later but not just any wooloo, it was an exact plush of a brown shiny wooloo. It looked just like Daisy minus the collar. 

"Oh my Arceus! Look Daisy! It looks just like you!" Felix held out the plushie to Daisy who sat up, sniffed at it, before baaing. Felix held it up like it was the real thing with a wide smile. "It's perfect! Thank you so much!"

You chuckled and smiled. "I'm glad you like it." You then held up the other gift to Milo. "Here. This one's for you."

For him huh? This would be the second present he'd ever get from you for Christmas and that thought alone made his face go red. But not wanting to be rude, he turned from the stove and slowly held out his hands taking the gift box from you. The wrapping was pretty. Shiny white wrapping paper tied with a bright green bow. He took a moment to look it over before reaching up to tug the bow off. It fell off without much resistance and the paper tore away until he was able to see inside there, and his eyes widened at what he saw. A plush eldegoss sat there looking up at him. It was a perfect copy of his own pokemon. He stared at it for a moment before looking back up at you with a smile.

"This is absolutely adorable! Where did you get these?"

"There's an online store that sells plushies of Pokemon. These just happened to be some of the ones they had available and I knew you guys would love them." You then turned to the stove  where the smells were coming from. "And that smells delicious! What is it?"

He blinked. "Huh? Oh! That's the stuffing, and the ham in the oven should be almost done too. Why don't you have a seat and I'll get everything ready?"

"Sounds great!"

He was happy to serve you dinner with both himself and Felix, and it went all well. You all laughed and talked about things ranging from how Milo was restoring the geoglyh to how well Silver was doing since he evolved into an inteleon now to Felix's school progress. He did apologize for not finding time to get you a gift but you had waved him off saying the dinner was a gift enough and it was delicious. Time passed a bit and soon darkness crept across the snow covered outside turning the sparkling snow into a cold blanket of white.

"Oh. It's getting late. I'd better get home before it gets too dark." You said taking a glance at the window before standing up and smiling at Milo. "Thanks again for the food. It was really delicious and I had a great time."

"U-Um..Sure."...He slowly stood up too. "Here. I'll walk you home."

"You blinked. "Are you sure? It's getting pretty late and I don't want to be a bother."

"I-Its no bother at all!", He insisted red faced. "I'd love t-to. L-L-Let me just grab my coat."

"Oh. Well if you're sure with it."

He was quick to throw in his coat and after you bid Felix good bye, the both of you headed out with your Pokemon in tow. It was chilly out with the snow crunching under your feet, and it wasn't long until you both were standing in front of your home which was just down the past from his. With a smile you thanked him before turning to go towards your house but stopped when a hand gently grabbed yours.

"W-Wait!" Milo's face turned a much deeper red and he gulped deeper as she blinked at him. "I-I have something to say. Um...D-Do you remember when I said I needed time to think about w-w-what I wanted? B-Between us?" ...You slowly nodded and he gulped harder. "I-...I think I-... W-want to...be with you."

Silence.

....You smiled again. Red rushed to his face when you gently grabbed at his arm and pulled him towards you and for some reason he couldn't fathom he didn't stop you. Green eyes could only gaze at you and your perfect face. Your face lightly cupping your face just the right way. The frost that had caught onto your lashes twinkling in the lights like little stars orbiting your beautiful f/c eyes which was as reflective as mirrors and just as shiny. Your cheeks a beautiful shade not unlike a sweet rose. But green blue eyes gazed towards your lips. Curled up in a smile, and a pink not unlike a pecha berry and maybe just as sweet if he was honest. The farmer nearly ran into your body when you stopped in front of the house lights shining on you just the right way to give him the impression you were an angel. A sight he was hesitant to leave. Huh. And you were both closer than he remembered. Just a few inches from one another twinkling under the lights. And you blinked at the sudden closeness too. Face going a dim pink and a few chuckles from the moment escaping you. So it was just you two. Alone out here with nothing but each other for company. His mind felt completely blank and numb but in a good way, compelling him to reach his hands up and cup a cheek of yours something his rational brain wouldn't allow himself to do. Inches away now. You didn't move away.

He stared at the woman in front of him, this silly silly woman with the beautifully flowing hair and the cute smile. If he was watching this as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally just strangers less than a while ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not even the topic they had been discussing just a few seconds ago. The wind blew some more rustling the snowflakes and driving the intoxicating sweet scents from the banquet around them more. And blowing some of that pretty hair into his face, which he immediately reached to pull away and Milo made no move to stop him from doing that. Or removing the hand that now cupped his cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-...

They kissed.

[glilboy]

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i tried so hard to finish this afterworo and before bed lol. the first part did, so well? im genuinely shocked ill be honest. hope this one is just as good.

requests are open btw!!

tws below the cut

Warning! This work of fiction contains mentions of quirofilia, strength kink, dom/sub dynamics implications and general explicit topics

San:

"Baby just let me play it I just want to get us to the same level," San whined at you about a game you both played. He practically coaxed you into playing but now you genuinely enjoyed it, being hesitent to let him get you farther.

"I want to experience it myself though Sannie," you pouted back at him leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I just want to do the things you've been avoiding! It'll give you enough experience to be the same level, please," his voice became higher pitched which was your call to just let him do it.

"Whatever," you said in a fake angry voice, instantly giggling, "you do that, I'm gonna go grab a snack." You hopped up and off the bed, leaving your phone for him to mess with.

Picking up your phone, happy he got his way, he went to open the app but one was already open.

Humming he read a bit and when he read his name he twitched a little. So this was what you liked. San made you extremely nervous which caused you to be a bit hesitant to share what you liked in bed. You planned to tell him one day but he hurried that process up.

Hearing you coming back he quickly opened the right app even though he now had no actual intention to progress you.

"I am back!" you smiled plopping down with some cut fruit.

"No shit," he mused causing you to roll your eyes with a smile. His brain itching to do something now, an idea popped in seeing you eat the fruit.

Taking a piece of strawberry he held it up to your lips, you unknowingly smiled and took the fruit into your mouth. His breathing accelerated. Waiting a few minutes before he took another piece, he at first popped a piece into his mouth then grabbing another to hold it up again. You took the piece but a muffled sound of surprise came out with it when san shoved his fingers inside a bit.

Looking at him wide eyed and confused you met his which looked at you intensely. You didn't even have a chance to stop yourself before you started to suck his fingers.

"Fuck," he mumbled his gaze going a bit hazy at seeing you like this.

After sucking on his fingers for a moment you let go with a pop.

"You should really let me read more of those stories Y/N," him saying that is what made it all hit.

"Wait- oh shit," you mumbled before he took your jaw in one of his hands squishing your mouth open. The other holding another piece and pressing it to your tongue.

"I would've known sooner just how pretty you think my hands are dear."

Mingi:

Mingi could feel his face turn red, not suspecting is seemingly soft tasted girlfriend to read stuff like this. He was just trying to help! You were busy cooking dinner and asked him to send a text back to your friend, forgetting what you were last doing.

He gulped and set down your phone once sending the message. He wanted to talk about it but he had no clue how to bring it up. Once seated eating dinner you could feel the energy was off since earlier he was in such a great mood. You chose to ask about it after the meal not wanting to have an awkward dinner.

Washing the dishes you didn't feel Mingi approach from behind until he wrapped his hands around your waist.

"Hm? What's up baby?" You hummed softly with a smile.

"Can you do the dishes later...I need to talk to you about something," He set his chin on your shoulder and you could just hear a slight pout in his voice.

Drying off your hands you turned around to look at him, "what's up Mingi?"

He leaned up and took a deep breathe making you a bit worried.

"I- um fuck- Y/N I saw whats on your phone," he hesitated before just ripping off the bandaid.

Your face instantly dropped mumbling a small "ah fuck"

You stayed silent with his hands sitting on your waist. You looked at him before speaking, "Gi, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Do you want to talk about how you feel about seeing it? I'm sure you're pissed."

He tilted his head questioningly at the end, "What no- I mean, like yeah it could be weird but you're reading about me so I don't see an issue, at least as of now."

You we're now pretty puzzled, a bit tongue tied. If you remembered right, the work you had been reading was well pretty aggressive so you were sure Mingi would be weirded out. He was a soft guy and you guys experimented occasionally but nothing that far.

Being able to tell you got in your head he spoke again, "I liked it. I...liked it Y/N."

Looking back at him, his hands tightened on your waist and he moved closer so your lips brushed each others.

"Please- Fuck, can we try it?"

wooyoung:

"Y/N! Can I use your phone for a second?" Wooyoung whined laying on the bed while you we're folding laundry. He wanted attention but you had chores to do.

"Why?" You looked at him weird, knowing he was up to something.

"You'll see," he smiled, just wanting to take selfies on your phone but opened it to a book of sorts.

Curiosity got the best of him as he skimmed the page, a faint blush creeping up his neck. You guys had done a lot but something in him was set off, a smile creeping up his lips.

"Pervert," He spoke deadpanned up at you making you frown before it clicked.

"Wooyoung."

"Y/N."

A moment passed before suddenly he popped up, grabbing your hair and forcing your face into the bed. A giggle sounded from behind you as he leaned down to talk into your ear, "You read stuff like that? You're that horny for just me that you read that kind of shit? Lord your fucking head over heels for me."

"Shut the fuck up-" Your voice got cut off as he lifted you up by your hair, a hand wrapping around your throat making your mind flutter.

"Say that one more time and I'll fuck your face until you pass out like that little book dear."

Jongho:

It was supposed to be a night filled with movies, snacks, giggles and cuddles but your bladder decided to change the trajectory of the night. Excusing yourself to the bathroom you left your phone on the table faced up, not remembering that you left your tumblr notifications on around someone. The phone pinged three times in a row, making Jongho curious to which he glanced over at it.

'c. j 10:15

strength kink'

"What," he said outloud.

Clicking on the notification he began to read the work, blushing at it and embarrassed that he..liked it. Licking his lips he looked around a bit flustered.

When he heard the bathroom door shut he quickly set your phone back down, trying to not awkwardly sit there. You came back like nothing was wrong, cuddling into his side continuing to watch the film.

This is where a few days passed, each day driving Jongho more and more up the wall. Hiding in the bathroom at the studio just to get off without the chance of being caught, at least by you. Scenarios spinning in his head constantly making him want to do anything and everything at once.

When he got home that day you weren't there, his need skyrocketing to the moon. He quickly made it to your bed room and moved to the bed taking off his shirt in the process. He searched around frantically for anything of yours, spotting a t-shirt a few feet away. He pulled down his sweats letting his member spring free, bringing the shirt up to his face to inhale your scent and began to jerk off.

You on the other hand just had your friend drop you off, you jumping up the stairs excited to bring home some pastries to your boyfriend. Coming inside you quickly slipped off your shoes and looked around for him. Seeing he wasn't in the living room you headed towards your bedroom asumming he was there. Opening the door to a sight to see, Jongho jerking himself off while smelling your shirt.

You stood there silent until he opened his eyes, him now being in such a deep mindspace he didn't even seem phased. Slipping his pants back up he waltzed over to you and stood there staring at you.

"I've been going fucking insane, Y/N," he spoke getting closer, shutting the door behind you.

"What do you mean baby?" You asked softly at him. He smiled a bit and lifted a hand to your shoulder making you inhale.

"Your little fucking stories Y/N."

You looked at him wide eyed, thinking you might know which one he saw. "Jo- Fuck I'm sorry, oh god," you began to frantically apologize.

That was when he picked you up and held you up against the wall with one arm, the other hand sitting lazily around your neck.

"No. No. You've been driving me crazy in a good way. Now let me fuck you against this wall unless you want me cumming in your t-shirt."

[thwethoobeen]

[23.41] soobin × reader

⇀ as a leader, soobin realizes that he had to sacrifice a lot. but with you by his side, those sacrifices doesn't seem like sacrifices at all.

⇁ literally my very first work here eeeek 💕

Soobin rushed home by himself.

He can't believe he fell asleep in the studio for 2 hours and no one seemed to realize that he was gone for so long. Sure, he had said he was gonna wrap up some of his work and sure, he told the others that they could go home first. But he never thought that they'd actually REALLY go home first.

As he tugged on his cap lower, Soobin recalled the chores he still had to do and the fact that he forgot to tell anyone that Odi needs to be fed. He wanted to call one of the boys, most likely Kai, but his phone died and he forgot his charger.

Just the thought of what seemed like a million errands he still had to do made him wanna cry. He knew what he signed up for, he knew what he has to sacrifice, but it still sucks. Not to mention since he was left alone, he had to take the bus or else he'd have to wait for at least an hour to get picked up.

With the last remaining strength he has, he pushed open the dorm's door, expecting chaos between Yeonjun and Beomgyu and also Taehyun and Kai.

But the serene atmosphere in the dorm almost made Soobin think that he had gotten into the wrong apartment.

For some reason, Taehyun and Beomgyu were together in the living room, folding their laundry while Kai was by Yeonjun's side, washing mushroom while the older member was cutting vegetables.

Upon Soobin's arrival, Beomgyu was first to notice.

"Oh? Hyung, you're home," he said with a grin. Almost as if he didn't want the scene before him to disappear, Soobin trodded inside slowly, "yeah... I- I- what's going on?"

But before anyone could explain anything, you came out of Soobin's room with a plastic bag in your hand. "Remind me to get Odi a better brand of pee pad, that one's too har- oh hey, Binnie!" You grinned widely when you saw him. Dropping the plastic bag by the door of his room, you trodded up to him and pulled the still dumbstruck man into a tight hug. "I missed you!" You exclaimed, voice slightly muffled as your face was smushed to his chest.

Slowly, Soobin's hands wrapped around your form, clearly still confused. "I missed you too, baby. But, what are you doing here? It's pretty late," he asked.

You pulled away to look at him in the eyes as you shrugged, "well, I was dropping the hoodie I... borrowed... like two weeks ago when I noticed Odi's cage was a bit dirty, then I noticed your room was dirty, and I remembered I saw the things your managers bought and dropped off for you guys at the front door, so since I had nothing better to do, I helped out a bit," you grinned up at him.

Still unsure, Soobin leaned down a bit, "and the guys ? What did you do to get them to be so... calm?" He asked, jumping slightly when Beomgyu smacked him on the side of his thigh. "Did you bribed them? Threatened them ?? I won't even judge if you said you drugged these monsters," he cringed at himself.

At his exaggeration, you couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

"No, silly! They came home when I was taking the shopping bags in so I asked for their help and I just told each of them the things they could do," you rolled your eyes at him. At your laugh, Soobing scrunched his nose so adorably that prompted you to peck his nose (despite his members making kissy noises while Beomgyu pretended to gag).

Patting his butt, you ushered him to go take a shower and just relax. He immediately obeyed and when he stepped into his room, he realized that you had made his room into a room worth occupying. For once, Odi didn't blatantly stare at Soobin when he saw him, he actually skittered near Soobin in his cage, as if saying hello. Soobin realized that you had folded his laundry and tucked them neatly into his wardrobe.

All of a sudden, his fatigue disippated. Maybe he only felt so because of the awaiting chores bugging his mind. But now that things had been taken care of, YOU had taken care of it, he felt the stress leaving him.

He realized that you had helped him tremendously with the simple things you did. And you never demanded for reciprocation or reward, you did it because you were genuine and that made his heart soar.

Just before he walked into the bathroom, he turned to look at you once more. You could've not care and you could've chosen to let his problems be his problems. But no. There you were, blending well with his brothers, taking care of not only him but them too.

Sensing his gaze, you looked up and threw him a smile before gesturing a shooing motion to wordlessly tell him to take a shower. You immediately went back to assisting Kai cleaning the other ingredients whilst replying to Beomgyu's incessant questions.

Yup, he's lucky to have you in his life. That's for sure.

[because-of-a-friend]

BF!Wonwoo Comforting You

MASTERLIST

Gonna start working each of these Wonwoo requests in between all of the others lol. Thanks for the request anon! (If your request is bc you were stressed with uni life, I really hope finals season went well/is going well and that you made it through the spring semester alright!!!) Sorry it’s kind of short :(

(Gif is not mine, if you like it pls go give love to the OP and do not repost it without crediting them!)

Wonnie isn’t always super confident in his abilities to support people emotionally

It honestly makes him a little nervous because he’s sure he’ll say something wrong or make it worse or simply not help at all

So when finals season comes up and he notices school becoming overwhelming for you, his own stress is doubled at the idea of not being able to help you

At first he tries to do little things

He offers to be the one to buy and pick up food

If you have any errands or chores, he’ll offer a helping hand in any way he can

He’ll help you make index cards or little practice quizzes

All of his little efforts to relieve your stress honestly do help

But they can’t stop finals from happening

And when he catches you crying over a textbook one evening, he realizes he might need to step up his game and that you might need help in other ways

He doesn’t want to push or make you uncomfortable 

So he approaches carefully

“Hey, baby, what’s going on?” he rests his hand gently on your back before beginning to drag it slowly up and down

“Nothing,” you say, quickly trying to collect yourself, “I’m just a little tired, I guess” 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks after waiting a moment to see if you say anything else

You simply shake your head and Wonwoo feels his heart drop to his feet

He finally decides on sitting next to you, continuing to rub your back and waiting as you take deep breaths to calm yourself

“Food?” he says finally, and feels relief when you genuinely laugh through your tears at the suggestion

You nod, and reach up to wipe away the rest of the wetness of your face

To your surprise, Wonwoo beats you to it

He grabs your face in his hands and takes his time make sure every tear is gently wiped off

“Hey,” he says softly to get your attention. “Next time let’s talk this out for real.” He doesn’t want to push you right at that moment but also doesn’t want you to feel as though you have to go at it alone

When you nod at him, he nods back and then pulls you forward to peck your lips

“Ok then, fried chicken or tacos?” 

After the first crying session Wonwoo had caught you having, it didn’t happen again for awhile

Since that time, Wonwoo has done a lot of research and asked advice from a lot of people to see how he can be more supportive of you emotionally

So the next time he catches you crying, sitting sort of limply in the middle of your bed

He has a plan

First he simply sits with you and pulls you into him and lets you cry it out into his shoulder

He doesn’t try to rush you out of it or stop you, he just rubs his hands slowly up and down your back

Once you’ve finally finished crying and your breathing returns to normal, he slowly pulls you back to face him

“Do you wanna tell me what’s bothering you? Is it just the stress?”

You shake your head, but take a while to find your voice to explain your feelings

Again he doesn’t rush you, just reaches forward to push your hair away from your face and wipe away any leftover tears

You finally take a deep breath and let out “What if even after I do all this studying, I’m still not smart enough to pass my exams???”

You feel a wave of emotions while admitting your fears out loud especially since Wonwoo pauses for a moment

He only pauses bc on the inside he’s going “????? [Y/N] is the smartest person I know????? Why would they think they can’t pass their exams???”

He finally voices his thoughts out loud, giving you plenty of assurance that you are a smart and capable student who will ace your exams

He takes the time to ask you about this fear more in depth so you can fully discuss it

You feel a little embarrassed about your fear but way more than that you feel relieved after talking it out with Wonwoo, it’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders

That night Wonwoo insists you take a break for a few hours

He sets up your favorite movie and orders your favorite food

As soon as you’re on the couch, he basically swaddles you in a fuzzy blanket and spends the rest of the evening pampering you

He basically can’t take his eyes off of you as he watches your stress melt away for the time being

He can’t help but lean over every once in awhile to peck your cheek 

Hope you don’t need to get up for any reason during the movie because his arms are locked around you like a deadbolt and they are not going anywhere any time soon

He just feels the need to hold you tight and as close to him as possible, so you can feel his presence and know he’s right there by your side

After that night, whenever you’re studying, Wonwoo always makes sure to make subtle comments about how smart you are and how well you’re doing and how impressive you are academically

He gives you the strength and confidence you need to get through the end of the semester

Wonwoo himself doesn’t tend to get nervous thinking about tests or studying for them

He always gets nervous right before

The jitters grab ahold of him as he’s waiting outside the classroom door moments before the teacher will arrive to let them in and begin the test

To help him counter his nerves you’ve started either walking him to the class or surprising him by visiting him before the test starts

You try to bring little drinks or snacks to make sure he’ll have something in his system before taking the test to keep up his strength

You write him plenty of encouraging notes to stick to the packaging of whatever you bring him

You talk with him about random things to take his mind off of it 

Or even help him do some last minute studying on any specifics he wasn’t as confident about

When it’s time for him and the other students to enter the class, he’ll turn to you one last time

And you’ll give him any encouragement you can think of

And a good luck kiss of course

Just a quick peck before you turn him around and nudge him towards the classroom

You wait for him to see a happy and relieved Wonwoo emerge from the classroom

Once exams are over, the two of you spend a whole week just being lazy and doing whatever you want to celebrate

[akingdomofswordsandstories]

Unrequited pt. 2

azriel (acotar) x reader

*this is part 2! Sorry for the wait guys! I really struggled with this and low-key I don’t like it but I hope y'all do! I wanna write the scenes after this but idk how im gonna make it work lol. anyway, enjoy!

word count: 3193

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What you hadn’t realized was that Azriel left a few minutes later, walking to your apartment to make sure you had gotten home safe.

All of a sudden he heard whimpers and labored breathing coming from the alley.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you laying on the ground and bleeding out. He felt a tug in his chest. A click. Panic instilled in him as he gently but swiftly picked you up and flew you to Madja.

“Hang on y/n, you’re so strong” he whispered

In those moments, he feared for you. Fear that was so strong. Something he had never felt before.

He rushed into the house laying you on the bed gently before he was shoved out by the Madja so she could try to save you.

Azriel alerted the others and then collapsed into a chair, sitting in silence. A tear slipped out of his eye at the thought he may have been too late to save you.

You. His mate.

Why, of all the times did the bond have to click while you were on the brink of death. In a situation where you may not make it out alive. It wasn’t fair.

He wondered if you had known. Could that be the reason why you had been distancing yourself from him? Because you didn’t expect or want him to be your mate? But if you had known you would’ve said something, right? You wouldn’t keep it a secret? So many thoughts kept racing through his head.

Could it have been because of Elain? He knew the inner circle wasn’t stupid, they all saw him drifting more and more to Elain. Could that have been why you had distanced yourself? He would be lying if he said he didn’t like Elain, but he would also be lying if he said he didn’t like you.

Your stubbornness. Your generosity. Your sense of adventure. The way you could get lost in the things you did.

Suddenly the door swung open and the others came into the room, worry written all over their faces.

Azriel could tell that Cassian and Mor had been crying on the way there.

“How bad is it?” Mor shook as she spoke. You could see the pain in her eyes. The worry she had for someone who was basically her sister.

Azriel’s expression was unreadable and he didn’t respond.

“Do you think she will make it?” Feyre asked, grief evident in her posture. “I- I don’t know” Azriel answered, “It was pretty bad,” he said quietly.

Just as he answered, Madja appeared from the other room. “She’s in rough shape, I don’t know if she’s gonna make it through the night. She lost a lot of blood.”

The room grew eerily quiet

“She’s stable for now, but I will stay here and notify you if any changes occur.”

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Rhys, Feyre, Amren, and Elain went back to the townhouse to try and get as much rest as they could. Mor, Cassian, and Azriel decided to stay in your room with you.

Tears started slipping from Cassian’s eyes once he saw your fraile body lying in bed, barely hanging on.

“Oh mother” Mor sobbed out, a hand slipping over her mouth. She went over to the bed you were on, gently sitting on it and grabbing to hold your hand. She leaned against the headboard and watched as your chest heaved.

The trio sat in silence for some time, watching your every move, your breathes, whimpers, and shifts.

Azriel broke the silence.

“She’s my mate. All this time and I never knew.”, the sentence coming out as a whisper.

Shock was painted on Mor’s face. “Y/n’s your mate? How di-? When?”

“It clicked when I saw her body lying there.” his voice started breaking “Why did it have to happen right now. Of all the times. Why couldn’t it have happened months ago. I could’ve had more time. This never would have happened. How do I move on from this?” his voice ending on a whisper.

“All you can do is hope to mother that she has the strength to pull through.” Cassian replied softly. “You know, this whole situation is so ironic.”, he said softly to himself, lightly shaking his head.

Azriel gave Cassian a look of confusion, wondering what he was talking about, but decided to drop it for now.

“Anyway, let’s try to get some sleep and pray the morning holds better news”

Mor had dozed off, back against the headboard and hand still holding yours. Cassian was sitting in the chair, head resting on the palm of his head, it still took him a few hours to fall asleep completely. Azriel, however, couldn’t sleep. The thought of sleeping while you laid like this. He felt guilty, the feeling that he may have been too late. For the rest of the night, Azriel sat in a chair next to your bed, shrouded in darkness, hoping you would be ok.

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Sunlight peeked through the sheer blinds over the balcony door. The faint sound of birds singing flowed through the air. Light shined onto your face, causing you to groan. Groggily, you opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light filling the room. Your head pounded and you winced as you shifted in bed.

“Y/n?” you heard a whisper. You mumbled in response. “Oh! Thank mother you’re alright! We were all so worried for you. Wait, let me call Madja now that you’re up.” Mor rambled on causing you to smile slightly. “CASSIAN!” she squealed “Wake up! Look! Y/n is awake!”

Cassian jumped to his feet at her shout. “Oh my god!” he ran over to your side “I was so worried, I’m so glad you’re alright” he said, taking your hand into his. “Let me go call the others, they’ve been waiting for an update.”

Soon after, the rest of the inner circle came over to your room to check in and Madja came to see how you were healing.

“That was quite the wound you had. Make sure to rest for the next two weeks. No buts, we don’t want this opening back up from stress or straining activity.”. You groaned at the thought.

“But I feel fine now, it’s not a big deal! I can go back to doing my duties in 2 days. I’ll be good as new.” you pleaded, trying to convince Madja and yourself. Before she could respond, Rhys cut in.

“You will do nothing of the sort. You just got stabbed for cauldrons sake, if i catch you trying to do anything remotely straining, i’ll lock you in your room and have Cassian stand guard in front of it”

“Fine” you grumbled out

“Now that everything is settled, i’ll be coming to check on you every few days.” Madja states before leaving

After a little more small talk was exchanged, the inner circle decided to leave you to rest a bit more, but promised they would visit you as frequently as they could.

Except, one person stayed behind.

Azriel.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Is something wrong?” you asked

After a hesitant pause his voice rang out. “We’re mates.”

You felt a blow to your chest. When did he find this out? As if Azriel had read your thoughts, he responded “Last night. After I found you.”

“Oh”

“But, Cassian said something, how it was ironic, and I can’t help but wonder how long you’ve known”

“I-, I told Cassian that we were mates yester-”

“But how long have you known y/n.” his voice quiet and sharp as a knife, as if tendrils of anger were waiting to escape

“Since the diplomatic mission Rhys sent us on”, you whispered. You could feel the tears threatening to fall from your eyes

“That was months ago and you didn’t think to tell me?” You could feel the anger in his voice

“I thought you would have figured it out sooner. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry” tears started falling from your eyes

“You knew and said nothing. Why didn’t you say anything? You should have said something” he seethed. His anger was unhinged, a drastic change for the usually calm and collected shadowsinger.

“If you didn’t want to be my mate just tell me. I’d be glad to be rid of the bond.”. As soon as he said it, he regretted it. His anger dissipated. He looked up and saw your face, tears streaming down.

“I see the way you look at Elain, Azriel. I’m not some stupid fucking female. How do you think it feels to see your mate all over someone else. I wanted to give you a chance to find your own happiness without me burdening you with this. And if we’re being honest, if you had to choose between me or her, you would choose her. I knew you would be disappointed by me. I knew you wouldn’t want to be my mate, that's why I didn’t tell you.” your anger started boiling up. “Do you think it feels good to be rejected, especially by someone you’ve loved for a long time? I didn’t want you to be disappointed that I was your mate, the person you’ve waited so long for.” your voice tapered off at the end. “Can you leave please” you said softly

“No, wait, I’m sorry I-“

“Azriel. Get out.” your voice boomed through the room.

He left reluctantly, softly shutting the door behind him. Just as the door shut, the sobs that you had been desperately trying to hold back broke free. Your body shuddered as you hugged yourself, crying yourself back to sleep.

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During the following weeks, you avoided Azriel at all costs. As soon as he walked into the room, you would walk out. Any required conversations were kept short. You did anything you could to keep your mind off of him, cleaning, errands, hell you did it all. It certainly didn’t help your recovery, but you did what you could to keep your mind busy and off of Azriel.

“Y/n stop please. You need to rest, how many times do we have to tell you. You’re only making the healing process longer” Mor ranted on.

“I’m fine, I doubt a wound, which is almost healed by the way, would be damaged by me doing chores” you emphasized as you rolled your eyes

“Maybe not by chores, but it is affected by your stress”

A moment of silence passed.

“He feels terrible, you know, he didn’t mean to say it. He just wants to talk to you.”. Mor didn’t risk saying his name because she knew it would only anger you more.

“Well I don’t want to talk to him, or deal with him, or see him, or think about him. At all.”. You grumbled. Your heart clenched, but you brushed it aside.

“Y/n, please. I love you two and it hurts to see our family like this right now.”

“Please, can we drop it, I-“ your voice cracked

“Yeah, of course. Just… keep an open mind, maybe?”

“Yeah, ok” you looked down.

“I’ll see you later tonight then, for Rhys and Feyre’s dinner party.”

“Sounds good.”. You pressed your lips into a tight smile as you watched Mor walk off. You had definitely contemplated not going today. All of the inner circle certainly knew what happened, maybe not all the details, but still enough, which made you feel exposed. You weren’t use to having your emotions splayed out to everyone like that, and it made you too vulnerable. However, Mor had threatened to pull you to the party herself if you refused to go, so being complicit seemed like the best option.

It was just one night. You would be fine… right?

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It was nearing 8 as you finished getting ready for the party, which started at 8:30. You were wearing an olive green silk midi dress. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but it was still very elegant. And comfortable. You were touching up as Mor arrived.

“Ah, there she is, beautiful as ever.”

“I could say the same about you, darling” you emphasized

“Are you ready to go, I heard the party is getting started, and you know I wouldn’t want to miss all the cocktails”

A laugh mused on your face. You grabbed your purse before the pair of you winnowed to the house.

You arrived at the front door, scanning the scene when you got there. It was a cozy ballroom with french doors which opened up to a huge balcony leading to the gardens. There was a huge dining table in the center with plenty of space to mingle in clusters.

You hadn’t spotted Azriel yet, a sigh of relief leaving your body. You strutted in, arms linked with Mor, grabbing a drink off the platter. You weren’t even sure who or what this party was for, but you realized you had downplayed it after spotting Helion and Tarquin. The high lords in Velaris. But that was the least of your concerns, the only thing you were focused on was avoiding Azriel.

Spotting Feyre near Helion, you breezed over to say hi.

“Ah! Y/n! Helion, i’m sure the two of you have met a few times before!” Feyre smiled out

“Yes, I do remember you! I heard about what happened, how are you feeling?” He asked

“Much better than the last few weeks, that’s for sure. Although I must say, this alcohol is certainly helping” you giggled. “Well I just wanted to pop over and say hi, but I think I’m gonna go find Cassian now. It was so nice to see you again Lord Helion, enjoy your evening.”

“You too Miss Y/L/N”

You dipped your head towards the both of them before making your way through the room to find Cassian. Where was he for caldrons sake. You hadn’t seen him in a week because he had to go up to the illyrian war camps again. Pushing your way through the crowd, you bumped into a hard chest, spilling your champagne. Cursing to yourself, you started to apologize.

“Oh mother, I’m so so sorry, clums-“. Looking up your y/e/c eyes met strong hazel ones, which were burning into your soul. You felt your throat close up, starting to feel trapped in the crowed room

No no no no. This couldn’t be happening. Not now.

You knew it was only a matter of time before you would have to talk to him, but you couldn’t do it now. Before he could say a word, you pushed past him and bolted out to the balcony to get some fresh air. You had run to the corner, near the steps to the garden, out of sight from others. Taking deep breaths, you calmed your nerves. You would be ok, everything was fine. It would be fine. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

You decided to quickly go grab another drink before returning to the serenity outside. Leaning against the balcony, you stared out at the stars and the gardens. They were so beautiful, even in the winter, you thought to yourself. You basked in the silence, your thoughts drowning you.

Some time had passed before you heard footsteps approaching you on the balcony. You knew who it was without having to turn around, but you still couldn’t bear to be around him. You turned to leave but his hand caught your wrist, holding it firmly. You could feel the scars from his hands against your skin.

“Please. I just want to talk”

“What’s there to talk about Azriel, you made your feelings clear that day.”

“Just listen, please, and then i’ll leave you alone if that’s what you wish”

You sighed, nodding your head in defeat. You couldn’t keep balling up your emotions.

He led you back to the railing of the balcony before his grasp left your wrist. You tilted your head down looking at your feet and fiddling with your thumb.

“I spent 500 years pining after Mor because I was so afraid of maybe having a chance at love. I thought it was best to love someone who would never love me back so I wouldn’t get hurt. Then I met Elain. She helped me to open up more, and helped me to believe that happiness would be possible for me, with someone. I had given up on the idea of having a mate. I didn’t think I deserved one. I was ok with that and had accepted that.”

He let out a breath as he ran his hand through his hair, light curls falling onto his forehead. “When I saw you lying there and the bond clicked, I was so mad at myself. I shut out the possibility of having a mate for so long. You were my mate. My mate. I never thought I would be able to say those words.”

He paused.

“I was mad that you may not make it. I was mad that I didn’t find you soon enough. I was mad that we didn’t have more time. I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I Just wanted you to be ok. And then when you told me that you had known for so long, I was angry. Angry that I hadn’t realized sooner, and angry that you kept it from me because you may not have wanted me or expected me to be your mate. And I snapped. Then you said the thing that I had least expected. You said you had loved me” He chuckled dryly. “I am so sorry, y/n, so very sorry.”.

His hand reached down to cup your face. He jerked your head up so you were looking at him. “What i’m trying to say is that I love you, but I understand if you don’t feel the same way anymore”.

The air had been knocked from your lungs. Your heart swelled and your eyes watered. Before you had realized what you were doing, your lips crashed into his. His mouth fit perfectly against yours. He was a breath of fresh air with a hint of mint. Azriel’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his body and he smiled against your lips. It felt so right. Everything about it. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you both pulled away, breathless. Your forehead rested against his.

You whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

“I love you too”. As soon as the words left your mouth, he pulled you in for another kiss, his wings forming a cocoon around you. This one was more demanding. Passionate. A promise. You pulled away from his mouth and leaned against him, his arms wrapping around you.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Azriel said. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small black box. “It’s your Solstice gift, I was trying to find a good time to give it to you.”, he scratched the back of his head.

You gently took it from his hand. The box had a red ribbon wrapped around. Undoing the ribbon, You opened the box to find one of the beautiful necklaces you had been admiring with Mor. “Oh my Az. Its so beautiful. I love it. How did you know?”

“I may have had my shadows follow everyone around to find out what they wanted.” he laughed out.

You smiled. “Will you help me put it on?”. Handing the dainty chain to Azriel, you brushed you hair aside. Baring your neck to him. His fingers ghosted the soft skin, clasping the necklace together. He tenderly placed a kiss next to your ear, causing butterflies to erupt.

You cleared your throat. “I think we’ve been gone long enough. Would you like to get some food, Azriel?” you smiled.

“I would love to, my darling mate.” he paused before darkly saying “I am especially excited for the part that comes after I eat.”. You lightly smacked his shoulder before the two of you made your way inside, beaming.

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One is good, two is better

Pairing: [ProRev] Frank x [afab] Reader x [Leathermouth] Frank Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: Leathermouth catches (y/n) making out with ProRev and he simply needs to join them. Kind of content: Dom and Sub undertones / Humiliation / Oral / Groping / Dacryphilia / Overstimulation / Begging

Requested by @lubbockshusband [Prorev Frank x Leathermouth Frank x gn!reader (afab) Idk how this is gonna work but you always think of something :) (...)]

a/n: I’m not explaining the co-existence of more than one Frank, okay. Like, they just exist and fuck you. Literally.

Even if they are practically the same, only a copy-paste of each other if you dare, you can eventually tell the difference between Leathermouth and ProRev, or else they would just endlessly agree with each other or have already killed each other, and not bicker for most of the time—actually the reason why we had to sort out the chores in a way the two wouldn’t be at the same room while at least one of them does something. Not like it is completely bad, no. Well, not if the focus of their competition is actually focused on you.

The sound of the dishes, both from the dinner and the few things we ate or drank after it, being washed is faintly heard over the sound of the sound of the TV, drowning out the quietest sounds that come from the show being streamed and immediately tossing ProRev’s interest on the screen out the window, along with mine. The remote is way too far, after all.

A soft sigh escapes ProRev’s lips, sending a shiver down my spine with how it fans over my neck, making me shift a little only to be held in place—half sitting on his lap—by his hands on my hips. His nose pokes under my jaw lightly until I tilt my head and allow him to nuzzle it properly and press kisses to the skin, just a matter of time before I turn around to press my lips to his, gladly welcomed by a soft hum and a squeeze on my hips.

ProRev’s lips press harder against mine, which is both good and bad at the same time, given how pain starts tugging on the side of my neck, compelling me to break the kiss briefly, only so I can move to straddle his lap and pull him for a deeper kiss this time. A quiet sound comes from ProRev, encouraging me to take a hold of the strands of hair on the back of his head, holding his head in place whilst I tilt mine, sinking my teeth on his bottom lip softly, enough to draw another soft sound from him at the same time his hips twitch under me. That easy?

No matter how having his hair tugged on makes ProRev weak—and probably has the same effect on Leathermouth, something we haven’t been able to prove yet and won’t until he decides to stop keeping his hair short—, he still has the needed strength to move both of us in a way I’m lying on my back on the couch. His warm hands slip under my shirt, taking a brief pause around my waist to squeeze the skin, eventually reaching up higher, so—

“What a sight, huh?” A sudden voice cuts through the thick atmosphere of the room, compelling ProRev and I to look at Leathermouth at the same time. As ProRev exhales in unamusement, more adrenalynn is pumped through my veins.

“Fuck you, weren’t you washing the dishes or something?” His eyebrow arches as ProRev looks at the other, up and down.

“And? I finished it already!” Leathermouth clicks his tongue. “Get the fuck off (y/n).”

“No, I got here first.” ProRev continues what he finished, raising my shirt and tugging it over my head to expose my bare torso without even caring about how Leathermouth glares daggers at him, about to touch his shoulder when he huffs. “Okay, let’s make a deal, huh?”

Leathermouth drops his hand to his side with a sigh. “Deal?”

Then maybe, just maybe, that little competition stretching itself over me isn’t exactly a good idea. The grin that stretches itself across ProRev’s face has this feeling stirring in my stomach while I instinctively swallow around nothing, feeling my skin rising at how he hums in affirmation with a nod.

“Yeah,” ProRev pushes. “We take turns.”

Something glints in their eyes, the air around the two changing, even if they don’t move a single muscle, not before they’re both turning to face me.

“Fuck,” I exhale shakily.

After a brief discussion—which ProRev manages to win mostly by the fact he’s already feeling up my torso before Leathermouth can conclude his arguments—, ProRev already fixes a condom and discards his clothes quickly and effectively, eyeing me with the hungriest eyes when I finish getting rid of the last piece of clothing; he pats his thighs once finding a proper position on one of the ends of the couch, mumbling for me to sit down. Maybe it’s due to the dispute between the two, but at the same time the arousal grows faster in my lower stomach, the nervousness rumbles under my skin due to the prying eyes observing me from ahead and behind me.

“So hot, baby,” ProRev mumbles with a soft sigh, his lips still red and a little swollen from making out earlier. His hands already travel to my hips as I throw a leg over his lap to once again straddle him. Now without any layer of clothes between us. Perfect. “Look at you,” he exhales, a grin threatening to tug on his lips, “I’m going to make you feel so good, hm? What do you want?”

“Just fuck me hard and good,” I breathe, closing my hands around his bare shoulders, and am about to lower myself at least on his lap just to be held in place, his fingers digging into my hips.

“I don’t think you’re getting anywhere being demanding like that, hm? Where are your manners?” He leans forward, lips pressed to my chest to litter the skin with soft kisses, occasionally nibbles, and even with the affection, I still groan in complaint. “No, c’mon!” ProRev clicks his tongue, his deception dripping sarcasm and entertainment. “I’m not even gonna let Leathermouth touch you if you don’t behave.”

A firm affirming hum comes from behind me and even without seeing him, I know the exact waiting and stern look that Leathermouth has on. The thought of being left untouched after all of this isn’t exactly the best thing, not after how they left me all riled up just by seeing them discuss between each other and knowing what they can do when they’re in a mood like this, but the words are just stuck in my throat.

“I...” I clean my throat, not wanting to sound shaky. “Please, fuck me.” My hands are already starting to sweat over his shoulders.

“You can do better than that.” ProRev doesn’t bat an eye. Fucker. Stupid. “How bad do you want it?”

“Please,” I breathe, about to avert my eyes away from his when he hums, compelling me to look at him again at the same moment. “Please, fuck me, let me ride you. I really need it. Let me feel you inside me...” He raises an eyebrow. “...Sir.”

“Now, that’s what I was looking forward to.” He bares his teeth in a proud grin, finally bringing me over to his lap, and lets his hips grind against mine, helplessly snatching a moan from me.

Thankfully, the agonizing wait is over, with Frank’s cock eventually poking against my entrance while his hand that remains around my hip lowers me against him. A soft moan escapes my lips at the initial discomfort that quickly melts away into certain pleasure according to how he pushes in, the position allowing him to go in deep, hence my breathing is already out of pace by the time he’s pushed in completely.

“Such a good, beautiful slut, aren’t you?” ProRev runs his nose along my jaw, lips grazing the skin until they latch to a spot, his teeth tugging lightly on it. If it weren’t for being threatened to be left untouched earlier, I really would’ve let the sharp no escape my lips helplessly, but I only limit myself to press my lips together and look away for now, wrapping my arms around his shoulders instead. A chuckle is breathed against my neck as he compels me to start moving, his hands around my hips slowly guiding my movements. “It only took threatening not to touch you and you quickly rethought your decisions. What’d it be of you without us to fuck you so good like this, hm?” He moans, low and hot, breath fanning over my ear. “Without us to make you behave like this? Treat you like the dirty little thing you are.”

Another moan fills the room and it takes me a moment to notice it’s actually mine. The way their talk always gets me so aroused is tremendly hateful—something so dirty shouldn’t make me feel so aroused like this—yet, here I am, just wanting them to continue and use me in whatever way they wish.

A soft gasp escapes my lips as I take control over my movements, rolling my hips against ProRev’s before I can start a faster pace, trying to match his movements, only snatching more and louder moans from both of us.

“Got you eager just at the thought of it?” ProRev groans softly and pulls back from me despite my protests—my hands slide down to his chest, resting there given how he leans back against the couch’s armrest, eyeing me up and down. “C’mon, hun, don’t get shy!” His hand meets the side of my thigh, not heavily, but enough for a sting to spread across the skin, making me speed up the movements that had came to falter without me noticing it.

Doing all the work by myself isn’t as easy nor as pleasurable, but I do as said nonetheless, moaning at how I let my movements grow heavier by letting my weight fall on him every few thrusts, pleased with how he also moans, encouraging me to seek more of it. His hands run up and down my torso, squeezing here and there, but his hands never go below my hips.

“Heavenly, huh?” Even if ProRev’s eyes never avert away from my body, his words are clearly not directed to me.

“A fucking show,” Leathermouth groans from behind me, his breathy and low words sending a shiver down my spine as I am reminded of his presence, whining softly.

“I know.” ProRev’s lips part in a grin again, that same smug grin from always, momentarily fading as his tongue wets his bottom lip. “Can you cum just from that? C’mon, show me what you got, love, but don’t touch yourself.” His hands rest on top of my thighs, fingers sinking into the skin in a sharp squeeze, only making me think of how I need more.

“Why so quiet, (y/n)? Cat got your tongue or something?” Leathermouth asks from behind me.

“F-Fuck you,” I mumble, though miserably unable to stay annoyed for long. “Just— M-More—” Not only my words, but also my thoughts are incoherent, all clouded with the haze of the pleasure that is all so overwhelming and not enough at the same time, somehow. The back of my thighs complain already at the repetitive and almost useless continuous motion, but I can’t bring myself to stop either, even more after I reach just the right position, having me gasping and digging my nails into ProRev’s sides at the same time I arch my back, snatching a moan from him.

Maybe it’s all in my mind, not actually regarding how ProRev isn’t returning touches, but about how I want him to touch me. Fuck.

“More, hm?” The sudden voice says next to my ear and I gasp at feeling Leathermouth’s hand resting over my hip, giving it a firm squeeze, as his—now bare—chest presses to my back. “See? You can’t treat them well,” he says as his lips linger on my neck, mustache tickling the skin, but his attention is somewhere else, given how ProRev isn’t looking at me while twisting his mouth, glaring at Leathermouth’s direction. “He barely touched you properly, right, baby?” He presses a kiss to my neck. “Lucky you, though. I’d touch you until you couldn’t handle it anymore,” he groans—his words make my breath hitch in my throat as I freeze for a second, but there’s not a lot of time to process it, not with how fast things happen, not with how his hand is soon between my legs so he can run his fingers against my clit.

“Ngh, don’t stop,” I pant, bringing one of my hands to clutch at Leathermouth’s forearm, and as much as my hopes regarding him were fucking shattered, at least his touch does sparkle something in my lower stomach. The newfound pleasure adds up, compelling the familiar feeling to peek in the distance and my thighs work harder, almost becoming sort of numb.

“You aren’t making this any fun!” ProRev’s voice is tight in his chest with the suppressed moans, hence the way he is enjoying himself only shows through how his hands tighten around my thighs, his hips shifting the slightest.

“That’s what you think,” Leathermouth chuckles, and I know I should worry about it, but fuck off. There’s finally more. His fingers even press harder down against my clit whenever I push my hips against them, so it’s enough to focus on for now instead of the stupic bickering between the two. “That’s it,” he mumbles into my ear, hand moving from my hip to my chest now, feeling around until he traces one of my nipples, quickly starting to twist and play with it between his fingers. “Such a pretty little thing. All whiny and needy for us.” He presses a kiss to my neck.

“F-For you,” I echo with a sigh.

My thighs start to quiver more, for a different reason this time, the same one I slow my movements for, feeling my release each time close—fucking finally.

“I-I’m gonna—”

“No, you won’t,” Leathermouth groans and pulls away before I’m actually close enough, snatching a long whine from me due to the frustration, which only fucking grows given how I’m not even able to squirm or continue moving against ProRev, being held in place for a long moment—enough for the orgasm to fade away—and pulled off him.

ProRev’s chuckle brings me back to reality, the smug expression playing on his face once again and not even changing despite the glare I shoot at him. “Aw, look at their face! You’re so evil!” His bottom lip sticks out a little, only to fade into a smile again.

“Doesn’t even look like they enjoy it. Right, baby?” A heavy hand on my shoulder compels me to fall from my knees to sit down on the couch at the same time my head is pulled back by the hair on the back of my head, having me whining a little, much to Leathermouth’s pleasure. “Because you fucking love it when we use you, or else you wouldn’t be moaning and whining like the fucking whore you are.” Regardless of his words, his tone sounds loving and caring, followed by a sweet kiss pressed to my cheek, innocent, contrasting completely to the rest of the thing. None of these, of course, help me get off. Their touches feel like they’re burning into my skin, but it’s never fucking enough, at the same time.

“Please.” I swallow, not only wanting to be fucked properly, but also for them to do something, fast.

“Please what?” He raises an eyebrow.

Leathermouth and ProRev’s methods are often similar to each other. Even with clear differences, they have an underlying constant that is present from the need for affection to the dominance. Even so, both are annoying.

“Please, sir, just fuck me, touch me— Anything to make me cum,” I find myself babbling without much difficulty. After all, I don’t think I can indulge myself to risk much right now. “I need you so fucking bad.”

Leathermouth’s lips stretch into a wide smile before he presses a kiss to my neck, and it’s shamefully easy how he has me on my knees again, now bent forward to meet with ProRev’s lap instead—I clumsily rest my arms on his thighs. His hand is tightly wrapped around his cock, which rests heavily and bright pink in his hand, now ridden of the condom.

“Hi, love!” His free hand moves to the back of my head, playing with my hair with a questioning carefulness. An amused hum comes from him with how my head practically falls to his thigh at the moment my hips are pulled up by Leathermouth.

“Fuck, look at you,” Leathermouth groans at the same moment his thumbs dig into my asscheeks, making me want to get away and hide at how he kneads down at the skin, but what am I going to do about it? All I do is to moan, feeling him run down a finger between my folds while he mumbles something, his words sounding incoherent, before his touch vanishes, and a sharp slapping sound cuts through the room.

“A-Ah, hell,” I gasp, arching my back at the same time the sharp pain spreads across my asscheek along with the burning feeling that replaces exactly where Leathermouth’s hand met the skin. It doesn’t take long until it happens again, on my opposite asscheek, and snatching a choked sound from me this time resulting from how I try to hold back a fucking moan.

“Oh, enjoying yourself?” Leathermouth hums, voice dripping fake amusement. “So dirty, (y/n), you’re getting off on being fucking spanked like this.” His hand meets my ass again; I shudder, moaning openly.

“I wonder if you could cum just from that.” ProRev tugs on the hair on the back of my head this time, pulling my head up. “Because you’re just that pathetic.” For the first time in a while, he isn’t grinning or anything similar—the smugness now replaced by disdain, and fuck, maybe the smugness wasn’t that bad. He doesn’t seem to care, though, of course not. Instead, he pulls me closer, enough so he can run the tip of his cock against my lips, letting the precum coat them before he is pushing himself past my lips. I can’t help but to relax my jaw.

The calmness, of course, was too good to be genuine.

Leathermouth presses to my entrance, only teasingly at first, but then he is pushing in with a single motion. This time, there’s no discomfort, just the sudden pleasure that is sent ringing up my spine in strong waves, having me frozen and unable to make a sound, mainly given how he starts moving right after he pushes in, giving me no time to adjust or anything, just fucking me hard right away with his fingers digging into my hips.

“C’mon, I don’t have you here for nothing!” ProRev tugs on my hair, and consequently forces me back to reality; a moan escapes his lips at how I whine around him, quickly doing my best to get moving even if dividing my attention between the two feels almost impossible.

After some point, I believe I’m just moving around ProRev out of instinct, mostly guided by his hand on the back of my head because fuck, it’s hard to think about anything else with how Leathermouth’s hips snap against mine. Not so hard, though, after I feel the familiar pain from earlier spreading across my ass when Leathermouth hits it once again, hand meeting the skin heavily, probably stronger than before, but the pain quickly and only results in the arousal pooling down in my lower stomach. It’s pathetic, as if I wasn’t even being touched earlier, fuck.

“Listen to him, will you?” Leathermouth groans, clicking his tongue in obvious disappointment, while his thrusts momentarily grow slower.

Pain tugs lightly on the sides of my jaw, but I still do my best hollow my cheeks around ProRev, holding around his base to stroke where my mouth can’t reach, but make up for it by working my tongue against him. I trace his tip and tongue down at his slit, feeling him twitch in my hand at the same time more of the sour, salty taste fills my mouth and his fingers loosen on my hair.

Leathermouth moans behind me, a string of curses leaving his lips at the same time he presses a hand down to my lower back and his movements increase in speed whilst his hand slips between my legs to once again trace my clit, only pressing down at it at first, feeling it pulse under his fingers. Of course it’s a relief, however, it has me wanting more, too.

“Go on,” ProRev mumbles, massaging my scalp lightly, but his tone still holds the same disdain he had earlier when looking at me. “‘M almost there, hun. Do what you gotta do.”

A shaky sigh escapes my lips while I’m momentarily relieved by a gush of air hitting my face, though it... It feels cold. Fuck, can’t believe it’s due to tears, aside from the spit and cum trailing down my chin. Burying the thought in the back of my mind, I simply—try to—focus on taking ProRev’s cock, leaning in until my nose is buried in the light line of dark hair down his skin, and I swallow around him, still unable to hold back my moans, but I don’t think it’s a problem at all for him.

ProRev moans deeply, his hips thrusting up a little before I move back, trying to start moving my head while taking him in deeper this time. His fingers press down softly to my scalp, giving me a nice feeling. “Fuck, they’re crying,” he groans, hips jerking up again. “Pretty.”

“Pretty hot,” Leathermouth mumbles, letting out a hum once his fingers start moving against my clit. My release seems to approach faster and easier than earlier, hence my thighs start to quiver already even if his fingers barely started to move against my clit, but still make me sensible to everything else.

“Mmph, fuck,” ProRev gasps softly, followed by more moans with how I gasp and whine around him, feeling something in my lower stomach tighten, not long before I’m finally coming. My vision goes blank for a moment as I’m only grounded to reality by the tingling sensation of my orgasm, running up my thighs, leaving me spasming around Leathermouth at the same time my legs twitch with each of his thrusts.

“Don’t fucking stop,” ProRev chokes out as his fingers tangle around my hair, tugging on it once again, but the most I’m able to do is to clumsily move, feeling my muscles shaking and twitching because Leathermouth does fucking keep up to his words, not stopping to move his hips or his fingers angainst me. It makes me want to squirm, but I’m not able to do a lot, not with how they hold me in place or guide my motions, and it just keeps going, more and more, until I almost choke on how ProRev thrusts his hips up suddenly, coming down my throat with a loud moan, and it doesn’t take long for Leathermouth to cum as well, keeping moving his hips before a throaty moan comes from him and he pulls away, leaving behind a lingering empty sensation.

Soft whines squeeze past my throat with how I breathe heavily, gasping for air after I pull away from ProRev, resting my head over his thigh, and I don’t even have the strength to lean into his touch when he starts playing with my hair. “Oh my, you did so well, baby,” he says lovingly.

“Yeah,” Leathermouth hums. Hands hold onto my sides, pulling me up and moving me, and soon I’m resting my head against Leathermouth’s shoulder while I straddle his lap. “So good for us, aren’t you? The fucking best.” He presses a kiss to my neck with a hum while he thumbs against my lower back, which is weirdly relaxing.

“I know, right?” ProRev mumbles somewhere behind me, his words followed by a kiss being pressed to my back. “Our sweet thing. You’re so, so pretty.”

“We’re so proud of you.”

[jkstompers]

don’t go | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: you and jungkook were simply roommates, nothing more than that. no matter how much you wanted to get to know him, jungkook always left before you were able to get any deeper than two weeks into his past. 

word count: 3.3K 

genre: roommates, established friendship, hidden feelings, angst, slight fluff

warnings: none! :) (except maybe some typos...ignore that...haha...)

author’s note: yes hi hello! i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in so long AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS FIC THE DAY AFTER VALENTINES UGH!! I’M SLACKING, I’M SORRY!! i’ve been writing but i don’t have the motivation to finish and ugh it’s a mess in my brain right now. this fic i was able to finish though! hopefully u enjoy it ♡(ŐωŐ人) please let me know what u think! sorry again for being so inactive T口T. 

side note: this is how i imagined jungkook in this fic! his pink sweater and long hair (╯°▽°)╯ ┻━┻ .crying. 

also banner picture cred: here <3

“welcome home roomie! how was your month long vacation from me this time?” you greet jungkook when he walks into the kitchen for breakfast. he just came back last night from one of his month long rendezvous that occur way too often in your opinion. jungkook would disappear and reappear every other week or so. he never told you where he went and you never really found yourself dedicated enough to find out. 

“fun,” he answers flatly, “and to be specific, it was only two weeks.” he clarifies the time he spent away, sitting down at the island and surveying the food you laid out. you outdid yourself this morning, an array of different breakfast foods. “you made all of this?” 

you nod, “they were about to go bad, so you better finish all of it.” 

he sends you a half smile, teetering on a smirk as he takes the plate you hand him. “you doing anything today?” he asks. his fork stabs through two pancakes and moves them to his plate, shoveling bacon and eggs onto there as well. 

“on this fine sunday? sadly, no, just some homework i need to finish.” you sigh, taking a sip from your glass of water. your seat is to the right of jungkook, at the head of the island. it’s now that you really take your time to look at him. his morning look in all it’s glory. a face swollen and hair messy in the cutest way. it wasn’t fair that he was attractive during times when you’re supposed to look unattractive. his hair has grown a little longer since you last saw him, the ends of his hair touching the apples of his cheeks now. speaking of his cheeks, he stuffs them full of food and chews, his eyes wandering around the apartment until he makes contact with yours. catching you staring. 

he swallows, bringing his glass of water to his lips before speaking again, “my face that interesting to you?” the question comes with a piece of pancake on his fork, offering it to you.  

like a reflex, you open your mouth to accept the pancake. but you scrunch your nose at the remark he made, “you look different.” 

the statement is meant to be innocent, speaking of the way his hair is a little longer and how you notice a new tattoo gracing his arm. but jungkook seems to take it a little deeper, your words ringing in his head. different? does that mean you look at him different? is he prettier now? uglier? what do you mean by that? 

“do you want to go grocery shopping later?” he asks. hoping you didn’t notice the long pause he took to overthink. 

“sure,” you shrugged. a small bubble of excitement forming in your stomach. “we’re out of ice cream anyway.” you try to carry a nonchalant reaction when nods. 

when the two of you finished filling your bellies, jungkook helped you wash the dishes and clean everything up. the feeling of having him around makes you feel at ease. you wish it was like this more often. for the past two years jungkook had been your roommate, he paid his dues, cleaned his messes, and kept you company from time to time. when he wasn’t there (which was ⅔ of the time) it didn’t feel right. it would feel colder in the apartment, even if the heater was turned up. just...empty. sometimes you wished his socks or hoodies were left lying around the apartment for you to pick up and bicker with him about. rather, he cleaned every spot, no laundry to pick up, no spills to wipe, nothing. leaving no signs that he lived here at all. 

“nap for a little bit and then we’ll go?” jungkook asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. you nod, telling him to wake you up when it was time to go. 

you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you awake. your eyes open to see jungkook in front of you, pink sweater and black hair, contrasting perfectly in the sun that’s shining through your window. “let’s go now,” he says. 

you nod, getting up from your bed and stretching as you walk over to your closet, grabbing a sweater to wear. jungkook offers to drive, you sit in the passenger seat, mind focused on what you had to buy for the house. you make it to the store and grab a cart, jungkook following behind you, “do you need anything?” you ask. 

“some shampoo and conditioner,” he answers. you nod, moving to the bath section and waiting as jungkook chooses his items. the rest of the trip consists of you and jungkook asking each other if you needed said thing for the apartment. “we have to get more blankets,” he declares as you pass the home goods section, grabbing a fluffy blanket.

you scold him, “we have too many blankets, put it back.” he presses his lips into a tight line, showing his dissatisfaction. you both continue to walk around a little longer, moving to the food section. “see, this is what we need!” you pull out the cookie dough tub. 

“dough?” he snorts, taking a look at the bucket as you hold it. 

“it’s ready to eat cookie dough! no salmonella for us!” you smile, dropping it into your cart. jungkook doesn’t say anything after that, you knew he wanted the cookie dough too, you were just taking one for the team. 

walking a little further into the food section, jungkook taps your shoulder, pointing to the other side of the freezers. “ice cream?” 

“oh, yeah,” you nod, pushing the cart that way. you pull the vanilla ice cream out and place it in the cart, jungkook furrows his eyebrows. 

“vanilla? out of all the flavors here? really?” he stares at you, a serious look on his face. you can’t help but start laughing, his face breaks, a small smile appearing on his face but he tries to get back to a serious expression. 

“it’s good! and you can eat it with the cookie dough,” you reason. jungkook rolls his eyes, you always seem to find a way to stump him, he can never argue with you for too long, you’re just too good of a talker. he takes out a mint chocolate tub from the freezer. you don’t say anything but your face scrunches, visibly disapproving.

“don’t start, i will argue for mint chocolate until the store closes.” he warns. you decide to stay quiet, a smile cemented on your face as you make it to check out. the rest of the trip goes smoothly from there, picking up some food on the way home and then making it back to the apartment. 

the two of you decide to do some things on your own when you got home. jungkook had to clean his room and do some laundry while you had to finish your homework. a period of comfortable silence fills the apartment, unlike the cold silence that you were terribly used to. you couldn’t have felt any more content than how you feel now. 

a few hours pass before jungkook finishes his chores, you were finished with your work and were now scheduling your next week. he peeks his head into your room, coughing to get your attention. your head turns at the sound, “movie?” he suggests. 

you smile, standing from your desk. the two of you travel to the couch and plop down on the seats, your hand reaching out to the coffee table for the remote. “which one?” you ask, turning the tv on and clicking random buttons that bring you to netflix. 

“that blue one, with the blonde.” he points as you scroll through the selections. 

“mamma mia?” you snort. 

“looks interesting,” he shrugs. unfolding the blanket and splaying it over the both of you. the first fifteen minutes of the movie plays before both you and jungkook start getting hungry. a rock, paper, scissors game ensues to figure out who’s gonna get up to get the snacks. you lose, 2 to 1. 

you grumble, pulling the warm blanket off of you and moving to the kitchen. taking a bag of chips out, some candy that you had in the pantry, and then the tub of ready to eat cookie dough out of the fridge. the weight of it proving you to be one of the weakest human beings. the tub practically slams onto the counter. the lid once again proving that your strength was not that of thor’s. “jungkook!” you shout from the kitchen. 

“what?” he yells back. 

you try once more to pry the lid open, but to no avail. so you shout once again, “help me open the cookie dough!” 

you hear jungkook groan, but nevertheless he comes into the kitchen, his face silently asking what you need him to do. you show him that the lid is basically stuck and he takes it from you, trying to take the top off but he seems to struggle as well. “here, you hold and i pull,” he suggests, holding onto the lid as you hold onto the bucket part. something told you this wasn’t going to work, maybe you should have left it out to thaw first before you tried to open it. 

if someone were to walk in, the two of you would look ridiculous, but the cookie dough gives after a minute or so of pulling. the effort makes both you and jungkook stumble onto the kitchen floor. both of your laughs overlapping each other. you hold the cookie dough, “let’s stay here first, i’m tired.” your breathing is exaggerated to add effect. 

he grins, moving to grab two spoons before sitting down next to you, against the cabinets on the floor. he sticks the two spoons into the cookie dough, the two of you start digging in. “you know what would be perfect with this right now?” jungkook sits up, standing again and moving to the freezer. you raise an eyebrow, wondering what he’s got in mind. “your vanilla ice cream,” he pulls the tub out. 

“and to think you were making fun of me in the store for it,” you narrow your eyes, taking the ice cream from him. jungkook stands above you, smiling at the way you remain on the ground instead of going back to the couch in the living room. nevertheless, he joins you with his spoon in hand. 

he watches as you scoop from the container, over exaggerating a shiver when you put it in your mouth. “cold?” he asks, but you shake your head. he looks over to your arm, your goosebumps raising. “liar,” he snorts, taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. 

you give him a puzzled look, “i can just get my own—” 

“just take it,” he cuts you off, throwing the jacket into your arms. secretly, you smile to yourself, throwing the hoodie over your head and sliding it on. it smells just like him, an overbearing scent that you’ve found comforting these days. a sudden warmth rushes over you. 

the sound of the tv is in the background of your conversation, but you only pay attention to jungkook, the man who’s digging into your vanilla ice cream and feeding it to you. “you like feeding your roommates or something?” you mumble as you eat the cold cream. 

he shakes his head, a smile on his face. “you’re the first roommate i’ve had.” 

you raise your eyebrows, “like ever?” he nods. “makes sense, you don’t know proper roommate etiquette, because you’re never here,” you snort. it was a joke, but it was true. you were projecting your upset through the statement. he is never here, and you just wanted to know why. did he not like being around you? is he just using this place to shower and store his things? was that it? 

jungkook doesn’t reply to your remark. completely disregarding it when he speaks again, “yeah, i’ve lived on my own before i moved in here, i moved around a lot.” 

“why?” you ask. jungkook never answered ‘why’ questions. always said that it was never your business, that you were always so nosy. 

but this time he sighs, “not really sure.” his spoon stabbing into the cookie dough, scraping the sides for the softer dough. “never really had a reason to stay.” 

that was the most you’ve ever heard from him. no matter how much you wanted to ask why he stayed here, why he stayed with you. you knew that maybe it was pushing a little too far. one question at a time, baby steps, you tell yourself. 

but you couldn’t help but think— wish that you could be a reason to make him stay. 

“must be tiring,” you comment, taking a scoop of dough for yourself. he doesn’t reply after that, instead just smearing some of the dough on your cheek and nose. a gasp leaves your throat, wiping the stickiness from your face and transferring it to his. “you’re gonna give me acne,” you groan. 

“oh relax, i’ll help you wash it off.” he smiles as he stands up, holding his hand out for you to take. he sets the ice cream on the counter, you copy with the cookie dough. both of you travelling to the sink to wash your hands and your faces. jungkook dries his face off and stands by, watching as you splash water on your face. you miss a spot on your cheek, which he helps you wipe off. his thumb coming up and swiping against the dough. his hand is warm, if it were there any longer, you would have leaned into his touch. 

after you both dried your faces off, you both agreed that you’ve consumed enough cookie dough and ice cream for the night. after returning them to the fridge, you make your way back to the couch. the movie almost over, nearing the ending scenes when you sit down. jungkook chooses another movie, legally blonde. “lots of blonde today, thinking of bleaching your hair?” you joke, throwing a blanket on the both of you. 

“you read my mind.” he gasps sarcastically. 

another comfortable silence falls in between you both, the sound of elle woods speaking replaces your conversation with each other. you turn and watch as jungkook’s focus remains solely on the tv. you lean back into the couch, smiling to yourself. there was a bittersweet feeling to this moment. you were happy that jungkook was here, but something felt off. you felt yourself getting lonely. you feel this way every time jungkook is about to leave, it’s like you have a warning signal. like that one time last year where jungkook left for two months, december and january, the two most festive months of the year. you were out buying christmas decorations when you felt something inside of you grow cold. it’s when you got in your car that you saw his text. 

[7:58 pm] jungkook: *jeon jungkook has sent you $1,000* 

[7:58 pm] jungkook: ^^ for rent

[8:21 pm] you: leaving again? 

[8:23 pm] jungkook: yeah

[8:24 pm] you: when r u coming back 

[8:24 pm] you: i just bought christmas decor :( 

[8:25 pm] jungkook: :( sorry 

[8:26 pm] jungkook: also not sure

[8:26 pm] jungkook: i’ll be back to see them though! promise. i’ll help you take them down too 

with that, you went home and decorated the apartment with a christmas tree, a snowman, and stockings with yours and jungkook’s initials hanging below the tv on the wall. waiting patiently all december and the first two weeks of january to see if jungkook would ever come back to see how cute you made the apartment. 

he never did. 

rather, he came back the end of january, when all the festivities were done and the decorations were down. 

“where are the decorations?” he asks, shrugging off his jacket and walking into the kitchen. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up your mug of hot tea. “took them down myself, didn’t think you were coming back.” after that you moved into your room, watching tv and sulking to yourself. sure, you were upset but you shouldn’t have expected anything more from him. it’s become one of the only personality traits that you see in him: ghosting you and coming back like nothing happened. plus, it’s not like he owed you an explanation. you and jungkook were simply roommates, nothing more than that. no matter how much you wanted to get to know him, jungkook always left before you were able to get any deeper than two weeks into his past. 

you close your eyes and shake off the memory. breaking the silence when you speak, “you’re leaving soon, aren’t you?” 

his gaze moves away from the tv. his eyes meeting yours, “why do you say that?” 

you break eye contact before you shrug, “i can always feel it.” 

he doesn’t say anything after, letting you wallow in the feeling washing over you once again. jungkook was leaving again and he knew you knew. there was nothing he could say, because what did you want to hear? that he’ll stay? maybe it was because it’s only been a day, and he’s already leaving. the whole thing makes your head ache. the both of you continue to watch the movie until the end, the clock striking four in the morning. jungkook turns the tv off when you yawn. 

“tired?” he asks. you nod, standing from the couch and turning off the lights. he follows suit, stretching and trailing you down the hall. you walk into your room and lay on your bed, jungkook stays at your door, turning your light off before softly saying, “goodnight.” and then closing your door. 

sometime in the morning, around seven or eight, you feel your bed dip beside you. it’s jungkook, you can tell by the smell of his body wash. a strong fruit smell that always feels like it burns your nose. you’re barely awake, your head still lightly aching. your droopy eyelids beckon you to sleep. jungkook doesn’t say anything, instead just sitting there. 

in his head he’s saying something, apologizing to you for all the times he left you alone in this big apartment. you must have felt so alone, probably scared too. he’s too much of a coward to say it out loud. so for now, in his head, he repeats the apologies over and over again. 

“sweet dreams,” jungkook says. rising from your bed. you can feel it, the comforting weight next to you as you fall back asleep disappears. 

you blame your drowsiness for the way you reach out for his arm, gently holding his hand. he stutters in his step, looking back to you and your connected hands. “don’t go,” you mumble, eyes still closed. 

and for once. jungkook hesitates. for a split second, he wonders how it’ll feel to stay with you. 

but he doesn’t know. and he’ll never know. because in the next minute, he’s slipping his hand away from yours and grabbing his bag. walking out the door. again. 

in the morning you wake to an empty apartment. jungkook’s door is closed and it’s just you again. your feet pad against the cold floor into the kitchen, a paper on the island catching your attention. 

jungkook’s handwriting is specific, you could tell the marks apart from someone else’s. a smile spreads across your face when you read the note. terribly, your heart pounds and your cheeks flush. 

be back in two weeks. 

was supposed to be gone the entire month, but i wanted to stop by and see you. 

sorry i only stayed for a day. 

didn’t say it yesterday, but happy valentine’s day. there’s something in the fridge for you. 

take care. 

Xx, J. 

[alwaysbeliev]

Same as the Last

pairing: Arthur x Reader

summary: Mary Linton has summoned Arthur once again, and he has dropped everything to see her. You're left at Shady Belle to wonder what is going on and what it means for your relationship.

word count: 1,782

notes: you can find this on AO3 under the same username, if you wish to give it love there, too! it’s been a long time since i really got into writing, so i’m taking baby steps. it might be small, but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

Curse that Mary Linton.

Pacing, pacing, all you could do was pace. The others were getting tired of it. Mrs. Grimshaw had already given you several chores, all of which you completed at haphazard speed. The laundry was still dripping on the line, puddles forming underneath in the already soaked ground. It was gonna take a thousand years to dry. But you had other things on your mind.

“Is that from your secret lover?” you had teased Arthur earlier. A letter had arrived for him, brought from the post office by Pearson, and he had scarcely looked at it when you asked. He chuckled at your joke. But as he studied the writing and unfolded the paper, his smile fell, replaced with a strange mixing of emotions you couldn’t quite place.

“No, it’s…” His voice trailed off as his eyes scanned the words before him. 

“Arthur?” You tried peeking over his shoulder, but in a defensive move, he turned so you couldn’t see it. “Is everything okay?”

Your mind started racing as you wondered what it might be. As far as you were aware, the outlaw had no outside obligations. None of the gang did. Quickly, you started cycling through any recent or semi-recent events, wracking your brain for an answer, anything that might help solve this weird and uncomfortable puzzle. Maybe it was some kind of summons? You’d heard of the law issuing letters. But if that were the case, then the gang’s pseudonym at the post office was compromised. Was it related to unfinished business in Valentine? 

It suddenly clicked. Right as Arthur finished reading, you said, “Mary.”

“I, uh... “ At least he had the decency to look sheepish. He nodded.

Immediately, your mood had soured. And it had only gone downhill from there. The letter arrived this morning, Arthur had read it after breakfast, and offered it to you to read after he had finished. It was from Mary, alright. She was in Saint Denis, and, yet again, she was begging for Arthur’s help. You tried not to be angry, but you were. Mary was long before you and you knew that, and yet, you were still strangely jealous of her. Despite existing long before you in Arthur’s life, she was still receiving so much attention, so much of his time, so much of his… You couldn’t think of what it was exactly, but it was infuriating. 

And now, here you were. Mid-afternoon. Roaming aimlessly around Shady Belle, getting on everyone’s nerves. Pearson, who was usually one to nag those who were bored into helping prep the food, was avoiding you like the plague. You had taken to practicing your aim, your volcanic pistol in your hand, squinting at the glass bottles you had lined up on the end of the dock. It was cruel, but you imagined each one was Mary and Arthur. Bang! There goes the engagement ring. Bang! Their stupid faces kissing. Bang!

You jumped about a mile in the air as the last gunshot came from behind you. Whirling around, you found yourself face to face with Arthur, lowering his revolver. He was smiling, just a slight lift to the left side of his mouth, and he pretended to blow smoke from the barrel of his weapon, spinning it poorly around his finger before replacing it in his holster. He approached you with his thumbs hooked in his belt to admire his work. 

“Always were a strong shot,” he commented, nodding his head towards the bottles. 

“You’ve been doing this a long time,” you grumbled. Arthur chuckled.

“Not me, I was talkin’ about you.”

You could only half shrug. You didn’t want to look him in the eyes, though you knew he was searching for yours. He sighed deeply and shuffled his feet.

“Look, can we- Can we talk? I don’t want this to be turned into a, a big thing.”

Reluctantly, you lifted your eyes and met his. The look on his face was begging you to have pity on him, exposing a strange vulnerability you had been seeing more from him lately. It tugged at your heartstrings and you finally caved. You tossed your head back, staring at the sky for a second as you exhaled sharply, drawing strength from the clouds above you. 

“Fine.” 

With a flourish, you extended your arm in a sweeping, “Right this way” motion, indicating he lead the way to a quiet spot. He stared at you a moment before stepping past you, walking towards the house. You trailed behind him, your mind returning to its tumultuous state it had been in most of the day. He had been gone so long, the sun was starting to go down, painting the campsite in orange hues. What could he have been doing all day? Mary hadn’t said what was going on in her letter, just hinted at it. You had spent an hour looking over it and scouring it for information. Man, your stomach hurt from the anxiety.

The two of you ended up in your shared room on the upper floor of the former plantation home. Arthur had held the door open for you, and you found yourself unable to sit down. Behind you, Arthur tried to encourage you to sit, but you could only shake your head. He edged past you to take a seat instead.

For a long while, you just stared at each other. Arthur removed his hat and ran a hand through his hair. You couldn’t bring your mind to form any words for him. All the anger you had had that morning started to drain out of you at the sight of him. There was a sad air around him, something had happened, but you weren’t sure you wanted to hear what. He finally broke the gaze you had each other trapped in and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“How’s Mary?” Your voice finally broke the silence. You cut him off preemptively, scared of what he may have been about to say.

“She’s just fine,” he answered, apparently relieved to hear you speak. “So’s her father, the bastard.”

“It was about her father?”

“Yeah, no good asshole spending money he don’t even have.” The venom in Arthur’s voice made your skin crawl. It was easy to forget, in more tender moments, that he was an outlaw. The fire in his eyes lasted less than a second, however, rapidly replaced by the strange sadness from before. “He, uh… He tried to sell her mother’s brooch. For his.. Hell, I don’ even know, whatever he keeps spending money on. Same shit it’s always been.”

You were frozen, watching him carefully. He didn’t look up. Thinking there was more, you allowed the silence to continue, but the air was still heavy and you needed the weight off your chest.

“Was that all?” you finally asked. Your voice came out soft and fragile. You had your answer when Arthur turned his head upwards, the slightest guilty smile tugging on the corner of his mouth, and the churning feeling returned to your stomach. “Well, did you-- Did you kiss her?”

Arthur let out a bark of laughter. Suddenly, you felt very silly for even asking. 

“Darlin’, no,” he said. With a whoosh of air, your shoulders relaxed, and you even felt a smile approaching your own face. “I didn’t kiss her. But I’d be lyin’ if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind.” The tightness returned as quickly as it had left. Anger bubbled upwards, rushing hot to your head, and you opened your mouth to accuse him, but the look in his eyes registered: it was pain. Pain?

“Arthur,” you whispered, “what happened? Please tell me.” 

Making eye contact once again, the cowboy shifted on the bed and gestured for you to sit beside him, this time closer to a command than suggestion. Hesitantly, you joined him. Your hands were placed gingerly in your lap. He returned to his previous position, elbows on his knees, and he barely looked to you as he recounted everything that happened. He started with Mary shouting to him from the balcony, to their almost argument about the what-ifs of their past, through pursuing her father and chasing down the brooch. They had gone to the theater together. A date? And, finally…

“Mary… Mary asked me to run away with her.” 

The range of emotions running through your head was making you dizzy. Too much to process, too much to consider, so much anger at her, anxiety towards Arthur’s thoughts. You stared hard at your fingers, picking absentmindedly at a loose thread on your clothes. You wondered at what the conversation was like, what Arthur had said, what his expression had betrayed. Did Mary mean it? Was she truly still thinking about him all these years later? Would she ever stop trying to take him away?

“Say somethin’.” His gaze turned to you, the worry clear in his voice. His piercing blue eyes were burning into the side of your head. Without enough time to compose a kinder phrasing, you spluttered out the first thought you had.

“So why didn’t you?”

“Why--?” Arthur chuckled, a low rumble deep in his chest. Relief, you realized, was the cause for his sudden change of tone. “Mary has played me for a fool more times than I can count. We was just kids, then. We’re… Well, we’re grown now, things have changed. Besides, I love you too much to disappear like that.”

Every other thought left your mind. I love you. I love you. I love you… He had never said those words to you. They were spoken every day through action, sure, but out loud… They were almost taboo. Tears filled your eyes as you looked up into his face. His eyes widened in alarm.

“You love me?” you managed to say, your voice strained by the tightening of your throat.

“I have, for a while,” he said. “I-I’m sorry, I jus’ didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, but it’s the truth. I do love you, darlin’. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Relief in the purest form of ecstasy washed over you. You threw your arms around Arthur’s neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. He stiffened for a moment before returning the embrace. His warmth filled you up and washed out every bad feeling and thought you had that day. 

“I love you, too,” you said softly, burying your face in his neck. He still carried the smells of Saint Denis with him, but you didn’t care. He didn’t smell like Mary Linton, and he never would. He was yours.

[laventae]

Serendipity

Summary: You accidentally bump into Suna once, then a second time, then a third time.... before it starts seeming like fate has already decided its course for the both of you.

Pairings: Suna Rintaro x F!reader

Genre: Mostly fluff, College/Uni au

Word count: 3.4k words

Part: 1 , (2) , (3) , (TBC)

(A/N: I suck at writing summaries but anyways. This is/was supposed to be part of my [HQ Boys - Pretending to be your boyfriend] series, but I really wanted to make this slightly longer than my usual one-shots. Also, this story will probably have every cheesy trope you know, so, proceed with caution and I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.)

THUD

THUD

THUD

THUD

‘Okay, what the fuck is going on?’ you think as you slowly try to open your eyes. 

Looking at your bedside table, you reach for your phone and check the time

7:35 A.M

‘Ugh... it’s too early for this shit...’ you think as you yawn.

You remember your shift at work starts at about 9 a.m., so you decide to sleep for a bit longer.

You place your phone back down on your bedside table, and turn in bed, covering your face with a pillow.

THUD

“Goddammit, what’s going on outside?!” you exclaim, getting out of your bed and heading for the front door.

You open the door hastily, and find your landlord standing in the hallway of your apartment building, then notice multiple moving boxes scattered around, and movers talking some of the boxes into the apartment opposite yours.

You’re both startled when you open the door, but she softens as soon as she notices it was you.

“Good morning, Mrs. Saito. What’s going on?” you ask her sleepily.

“Goodness, I’m sorry they woke you up as well, sweetheart. The new tenant told me they were moving in today but I didn’t know the movers were coming this early and causing this much of a ruckus!” she exclaims, looking like she was just as annoyed by the noise as you were.

“Well, the new tenant certainly didn’t make a good first impression, huh?” you say, trying to lighten the mood.

She chuckles softly, “I guess not. They’re not even here yet, so I’m just going to have to stay here until the movers are done” she sighs.

“Want me to make you a cup of coffee?”

“Oh, that’s alright, sweetheart, you should go back in and try to get some more sleep” she says, waving you back into your apartment.

You try to insist, but you feel too tired. Instead, you just nod and go back in, closing the door behind you.

Sighing, you head to your bedroom again; you figure you should try to get a bit more sleep in before you actually start getting ready for work.

-~-~-

After tossing and turning in bed for a couple of minutes, the noise wouldn’t get any quieter, so you thought you might as well get out of bed and head to your part-time job a bit earlier than usual.

You start getting ready, and make a quick cup of coffee to give Mrs. Saito on your way out. She thanks you and you go on your way.

When you first moved into your apartment about 2 years ago, you were able to find a pretty decent part-time job working as a barista at coffee shop nearby. It was only about two blocks away from where you lived, so it was super convenient; and a plus point, you were never late.

Checking your phone again, you notice the time

8:35 A.M

“It’s still so early...” you yawn as you take out your headphones and play some music to listen to while you walk to the coffee shop, talking your time.

After about 15 minutes of enjoying your morning walk, and window shopping on the stores along the way, you reach your destination and open the front door.

“Goodmorning, y/n!” you hear your boss call out to you as soon as you enter, “Early as usual, I see”

You chuckle as you head in his direction, “Oh, you know me, always excited to get to work!” you joke.

He laughs, “Yesterday was your last day of your second Uni semester, wasn’t it?” he asks you.

“Yeah, made it out in one piece thankfully”

He laughs again, “I’m sure you did well, I've seen how stressed out you’ve been about it but I also know how hard you’ve been studying, don’t worry” he assures you as he points to the chairs in the shop, silently asking you to help him out with setting them up.

“How do you know that?” you sigh, grabbing a few chairs and setting them down.

He stops what he’s doing and looks at you, “You think I didn’t notice the dark circles you kept coming in with, during every shift, for the past couple of weeks?”

“Was it that obvious?” your eyes widen.

“Definitely” he answers and you both laugh.

After setting up the last few chairs, your boss speaks up again, “Alright, why don’t you head in and get ready, I’ll just be out here setting up the register before we open in a couple of minutes”.

You nod and walk back to the staff locker area.

-~-~-

The day goes by slowly, as usual, and after a few hours, you take your break and head to the staff room locker area to relax and have a (late) breakfast.

‘I really need this right now’ you sigh as you take a sip of your coffee, feeling more tired than usual, and blame it on having to wake up super early that morning.

You check your phone and notice a text message.

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it.

FROM ‘Wifeyy <3’: “Heyy! Call me when you're on your break!”

You smile and shake your head, dialing up her number.

It rings a couple of times before your best friend picks up.

“Hey y/n!!” she yells excitedly

“Hey Hina,” you laugh, “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to remind you that we are going out tonight to celebrate my birthday, you still remember, right?”

“Oh, was that today?” you joke

“Y/N!!!”

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding, you know I'll be there” you shake your head

“Good! I'll also be inviting some of my friends from Uni, but I want us to hangout still. It’s been a while since we’ve actually caught up. And I'm finally gonna be able to come to your city!”

The both of you actually met during your first year in University through mutual friends. Even though you both were in different majors, you hit it off right away. And after that, the both of you always tried to make time to hang out, whether it was between classes, during lunch breaks, or whenever the both of you had the time.

However, it was sometimes hard to meet up during weekends, since she lived in the city next to yours, so whenever she had the chance to come to your city, or you were able to go to hers, you guys would always spend it together.

“Yeah, I guess with exams and all it was hard for us to actually see each other”

“Exactly, anyways I’m excited for tonight!”

“Yeah, me too..!”

“Hey, do you sound more tired than usual, or is it just me?” she asks you, sounding worried.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just woke up super early today, not willingly though” you sigh, “don't even ask, I'll tell you about it later”

“Alright... if you say so”

“Anyways, I gotta get back to work now, so, I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Alright! Dress sexy, okay? You promised we would dress up!”

“Yeah, yeah, I'll try my best” you both laugh before hanging up.

-~-~-

It was about 5 p.m when you finally reach your house, after leaving your part-time job, and finishing up some outdoor chores you had for the day.

You sigh as you get off the elevator to your floor.

You notice the empty hallway as you walk to your apartment; you suppose that the movers were already done and have left at this point.

You glance over to the door opposite yours at the end of the floor’s hallway.

‘I wonder if they're home yet...’ you think before you unlock the door of your apartment and go in.

You sigh as you place your groceries and bag on your kitchen island and start putting everything away.

You were supposed to meet Hina later tonight, at around 7 p.m, to celebrate her birthday. That meant you had a couple more hours to spend at home, so you decide to make some lunch/dinner and watch a movie on Netflix.

-~-~-

“Hey Hina, I’ll just go outside and answer this call real quick alright?” you try to call out to your friend as you get out of your chair, but she looks at you confused, the music playing loudly in the pub and the bustling of the people inside made it hard for her to hear your voice from across the table.

You point to your phone, and as realization hits her, she nods.

You attempt to make your way out of the pub, trying to worm between the people inside and make your way to the door. However, you suddenly run into someone before you reach the door, and accidentally drop their drink.

“I’m so sorry!” you tell them, looking up and noticing it was an old man, long white hair settling over his shoulders.

He looks annoyed at first but then his face relaxes when he sees you.

“I can pay for the drink!” you tell him apologetically.

“Oh, that’s alright, gorgeous, it was just a mistake” he answers you, smiling.

‘Okay...’ you think as you get a weird feeling in your gut.

“Would you like me to buy you-”

“Okay, Bye” you cut him off, smiling awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable with the way he was looking at you; you reach for the door and leave the pub.

It suddenly gets much quieter, and you feel yourself relax, finally being able to breathe.  

Honestly, you didn’t really get a call from anyone, you were just feeling tired, and wanted to take a break from all the noise.

You check the time on your phone,

11:54 P.M

You sigh, ��I wanna go back home...’

It’s not that you weren’t having fun with Hina and her friends, but you were frankly not that close with them, and even though they are all very nice, having to be social for a long time takes a toll on your mental and physical strength sometimes.

Startled, you turn around when you hear the door of the pub open again behind you.

“Hey,” you hear Hina say as she approaches you, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah sorry, that was just my mom checking up on me” you lie to her, putting your phone back in your bag.

She nods, but you know she's slightly suspicious of your answer as she eyes you carefully

“You tired?” she asks you.

You chuckle nervously, ‘well, that didn’t take long’.

“Yeah, I'm really sorry, it’s getting late and it’s kind of been a long day”

She chuckles, “It’s okay, I thought your battery might have run out by now”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as well. Then you look at her apologetically.

“Yeah, I think I might head home for the night, is that alright with you?” you ask her, feeling bad you couldn’t stay longer.

She laughs and goes in to hug you goodbye, “You know it’s fine, I’m just glad I got to see you today! But, promise me we would hangout together again soon?”

You sigh, relieved, “you know I'd cancel any plans I have, just to see you” you shake your head as you hug her back.

“And promise me you’ll think about that date I wanna set you up on” she giggles as you both let go.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll think about it” you reply, used to her trying to set you up on these blind dates that you don’t necessarily really want to go to.

“Alright. You want me to call you a cab or walk you home?” she asks as you turn around and start leaving.

“No! It’s fine, my house is literally a couple of blocks away, go back! Have fun!” you say assuring her, and waving her to go back and hangout with her friends.

“Are you sure, y/n?”

“Yess! Go!” you tell her, and turn back around, walking away again.

-~-~-

After walking for a few minutes, you notice how quiet it was outside, except for the few open pubs you passed by earlier. I mean, it wasn’t really a huge surprise, it was getting pretty late, and almost all stores in the area were closed at that point. But, because you weren’t usually out that late at night all alone, it somehow made it feel even emptier and quieter.

You look up at the sky as you walk on the sidewalk and notice a few stars scattered along the night sky. It makes you smile and you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

‘I wonder how many of those are actually just satellites...’ you think to yourself as you open your eyes, and you can’t help but let out a small chuckle.

You feel your phone vibrate and notice you got a text message.

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it.

FROM ‘Wifeyy <3’: “Heyy! Text me when you get home safe!”

You smile as you read the message, but then feel a sudden chill down your spine.

‘Weird...’

You put your phone down and suddenly start hearing faint footsteps behind you.

��Alright, that’s fine... it’s just someone walking home as well’ you try to assure yourself but can’t help but still feel anxious.

After a few minutes, you still hear the foot steps behind you, slowly getting closer. That, somehow, making you feel more anxious.

‘I’m just overthinking this right?’

You try to increase your pace, to check if they really were following you. Even if they weren’t, you hope to try and lose them all together. It didn’t help that the way to your apartment would be to keep walking straight, and the alleys around the buildings on the way were blocked off at the ends, not making it any safer for you to try and find a way around.

But then you hear the person behind you increase their pace as well.

‘Fuck’ you think, feeling scared and panicked, ‘they're definitely following me, aren’t they?’

You panic as you think of what to do next, then decide to take out your phone and call someone.

‘Who the fuck do I call? Hina? The police? I-’

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear someone yell something from the sidewalk on the other side of the street you were walking on.

Your head snaps to where the voice came from and you notice a guy running up to you, “Babe?”

You try to back away before the boy reaches you, but, “I’ve been waiting for you, what took you so long?” he asks, pulling you in for a hug.

“I don’t know yo-!”

“Someone’s following you” he whispers in your ear before letting you complete your sentence.

Your heart stops when you hear him say that and you begin to feel your eyes tear up.

He pulls away, looking at you, and you suddenly notice you stopped hearing the footsteps coming from behind you.

You look back and see a man standing in the middle of the street, your eyes widen when you notice his long white hair.

‘That’s the fucking creepy old guy from the pub, I knew he seemed off!’

“My name is Suna. I was just in that supermarket over there, on the other side of the street, when I noticed him following you” he tells you quietly, as he subtly points at a store behind him. You look over his shoulder and notice a small, old looking supermarket, with an ‘Open 24/7′ neon light flickering over it. “Do you want me to walk you back home?” the boy asks you, and your eyes snap back to him.

You’re then able to see him much clearer, his pale, yellow eyes looking into yours. He had a blank expression on his face but you could hear a hint of worry in his voice.

You feel a tear roll down your cheek and you hesitantly nod at him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I'm here” you hear him say as he puts an arm around you, pulling you closer, and walks with you in the direction you were originally going in.

After a few moments, you hear the footsteps behind you, again, but this time they started to sound more distant, as if the creepy, old guy was walking away.

Your heart starts calming down a bit as you both walk silently for a few minutes.

You then feel the boy remove his arm from around you and you slightly stumble.

‘Was he supporting me this whole time..?’ you think to yourself as you try to steady yourself back on your own feet.

He turns around, “I’m sure he’s gone by now” he tells you, looking back at you.

You turn around to check as well, and feel yourself finally be able to breathe again when you don’t see anyone behind you. You look back at the boy and nod.

“You live around here?” he asks you and you finally notice where you were.  

Realizing you were only about a block away from your house, you stop.

“What?” the boy asks as he turns around to face you, when he realizes you weren't walking next to him anymore.

“This is me” you answer quickly, pointing to a random building you were standing in front of.

He was nice enough to help you back there, so, it's not that you weren’t thankful, but you were still feeling a bit anxious, and you didn’t want to take any chances.

“Oh,” the boy says, looking up at the building you pointed to, then looks back to you, “I'll watch you go in” he continues, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, uhm, okay..” you nervously say, turning to the building.

‘Shit... I hope the entrance door isn’t locked...’

You reach for the door and push it.

‘Oh, thank god...’ you sigh, relieved.

You quickly turn back to look at him again, and notice his eyes following you.

“Thank you”

He just nods at you, a blank expression still on his face.

You get inside the building and the door closes behind you. You weren’t sure if he was looking so you make your way to the elevators. You pretend you pressed a button, hoping he stopped looking at you through the glass door at that point.

You look behind you and notice he wasn’t there anymore, so you run slowly towards the door and see him walking away.

You place a hand on your heart, and sigh again. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths.

‘Why does it feel like it’s been a really long night...?’

You decide to wait for a few minutes, making sure he wouldn’t still be around the area when you try to run to where you actually lived. It was probably a couple of buildings away so, if you make a quick run for it, you think, you would definitely make it.

You open the glass door slowly and take a quick peak around the street.

‘Nobody’s here...’

You take a quick breath before you make a run for it.

As you thought, it easily took you a minute or two to get to your building. You quickly push the entrance door and run to elevators.  

As soon as it arrives, you get in and press the floor you lived on.

A few moments pass before the elevator doors open and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief as you’re welcomed with your usual empty, but now comforting hallway.

You step out and head for your apartment when you notice someone standing at the door opposite yours at the end of that hallway, trying to unlock it.

‘Oh, it’s probably the new tenant...’ you think as you walk to your door.

It was pretty silent so you decide to at least welcome them, hoping it would make the awkward silence less... awkward.

“Hey,” you say turning to face them when you get to your door, “You’re the new tenant, righ-” but you quickly stop and your eyes widen when the person turns around to face you.

‘Wait, isn’t he the guy that just walked me back ‘home’??’

He still carried a blank expression on his face, but you notice his eyes slightly widen when he notices who you were as well.

‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... What do I say?’ you panic as you both stand there, looking at each other.

“Oh, you live here?” he breaks the silence, sounding pretty calm.

“Oh, yeah,” you say turning around and quickly unlock your door and go in, “Goodnight!” you yell, panicked. 

You accidentally make eye contact with him one last time before you swiftly close the front door, leaving him there, looking blankly at your apartment door instead.

‘He’s my new neighbor??’

(HQ Masterlist)

[leelysian]

Unwell

genre: slight angst with fluff ending, implied crush au, one shot

pairing: female reader x best friend!Minho

word count: 1.4k

context: you're terribly sick, you haven't told anyone but your best friend somehow knew something was wrong when you wouldn't reply to his numerous texts.

A/N: this may or may not have turned into a rant because I was sick for the past few days akskakdksks

Seasonal flus were the worst. Slightly chilly from hot or slightly warm from cold and suddenly your body decides, “You know what? I don’t vibe with this weather. I’ma just break down.” You had a mild fever and a cold. While the fever was mild, it was annoying because you weren’t sick enough to just pass out for hours and having a cold meant your nose either:

Dried up like the Sahara which ended up burning your sinuses and it felt like your skull was on fire.

Got blocked like the path between the North and South Korea; nothing got in or out which meant breathing through your mouth which also dried up.

Runny like the Amazon river, there’s crumples of tissue paper all over your floor. Your nose was red, rough and raw from blowing so much, the delicate skin was irritated.

Here you were, slumped on your bed with the covers on top of you but a leg and an arm sticking out because it got too hot to be fully under the covers and too cold to be fully without. Sleep eluded you the previous night, you just couldn’t sleep, it wasn’t gonna happen. Somehow you’d fall asleep only to wake up a little while later, and end up tossing and turning in your bed. Because you were unsuccessful in your attempts to get a good night’s rest, you woke up with a pounding headache from your eyelids to the back of your head. Your whole body ached.

Leftovers in your fridge were finished so you forced yourself to get up and heat some instant noodles to eat with your meds. Water tasted bitter. Your appetite vanished. Eating was agonising because afterwards you felt suffocated, an invisible pressure on your torso prevented you from breathing fully, your lungs not taking in air fully so your breaths were short. Hell, peeing was a chore. At least you weren’t on your period, maybe if that happened, you’d actually die. Imagine having to frequently change pads/tampons and underwear while feeling like you got ran over by a truck. Were you overreacting? Maybe. But it was allowed at this point.

So in short, you were suffering since the past two days. You were absolutely miserable. You wanted to cry but crying meant your nose getting runny then eventually blocked and then a headache so you sucked it up. You brought a hand to your head to massage your head because it hurt, grimacing by the tangles and the grease. You reached for your phone, unlocked to see various social media notifications which you cleared and messages from your friends which you also elected to ignore and reply to later. Playing a playlist with slow music with medium volume and dropped it back on the bed, you closed your eyes and let the soft melodies flow into your ears in hopes of helping you forget about your headache once again. This is how you held on to your last shred of sanity but you failed to hold on to your consciousness and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

You woke up to a cold compress on your forehead, your room clutter and mess free, the windows open and something nice smelling. You thought you were dreaming when a face you know all too well walked into your bedroom with a bowl. “Minho? what are you doing here? Get out. I’m sick, you’ll get sick too.” you rasped. “Well, about time you acknowledged my existence, even if it’s to tell me to get out. I should’ve been here earlier, maybe it would’ve been helpful if you told me you were dying in your pigsty of a room.” he snapped. He put the bowl on your nightstand, you realised it was water, he was probably going to replace the cold compress. 

“You look terrible.” he said. “Gee, thanks.” you retorted. “You need a shower.” he advised. “Nooooo.” you whined and snuggled further into the covers. “Come on, y/n, there’s no way you’ll get better if you feel disgusting. I’ll help.” He said and snatched the blankets. “Minho, stop. You’ll get my germs.” He sighed and rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry about it now come on.” he said and helped you sit up then suddenly with strength you didn’t know he had he carried you princess style to the bathroom and you yelped. “Jeez y/n you’ve lost so much weight.” he tsked. “Do you think you can wash your hair on your own?” he asked as he sat you down on the counter. “I’ll be okay.” you replied tiredly. “If you need help, just ask.” he said and adjusted the water temperature in the shower then left.

You took your time showering, the first five minutes just standing under the warm water which opened up your sinuses, having the steady stream of water beat down over your back and easing your sore muscles. You washed your hair slowly, so as not to tire your arms out. Stepping out of the shower, you felt immensely better, finally able to breathe a bit easier. Drying off, you wore your fluffy bathrobe and walked out to see a big shirt (one you ‘borrowed’ from Minho) and pajama shorts laid out on the bed. Thankfully, he didn’t lay out underwear for you. You dressed up and got settled back in bed, already tired again.

You unlocked your phone and saw the concerned texts from Minho because you weren’t answering them or his calls and felt guilty. A knock resounded from your door, “come in.” you said and Minho walked in with a tray. “Well well, finally I see y/n and not a corpse.” he teased. Whatever was on that tray smelled heavenly and your stomach rumbled. He put the tray down on your lap and he brought the back of his hand to your neck to check your temperature. “Hm, your fever has probably gone down but I think it’ll be back.” he notes. The whole time you stared at him. “Hey. I’m sorry I ignored your texts.” you said and twiddled with your thumbs, the guilt unbearable. He took your hands in his own, “It’s fine. I’m sorry for snapping. I was just worried and scared. I thought you actually died at first glance and I panicked.” 

He turned to the tray and lifted the lid from the bowl, “It’s chicken rice porridge. Eat up and take your meds.” Your eyes were still downcast, “I can’t I feel horrible afterwards.” and you explained in detail. “It’s probably acidity, clearly you’ve been eating junk and it’s not sitting well in your stomach. This won’t cause you discomfort. At least eat a little bit. Please? For me? I made this for you.” he said and used the signature kitty eyes. You looked up and he’s already holding a spoonful of the warm concoction. You hated when he pulled the look on you, you could never say no to those eyes but then again you didn’t want to because that porridge looked pretty darn appetising. You opened your mouth and Minho fed you the gloopy goodness. 

You could’ve just eaten yourself but you quite liked being pampered so you said nothing. Minho carefully spoon fed you the whole bowl, blowing delicately on the first couple of spoonfuls until the rest became tepid. Halfway through the bowl you felt full so you told him you didn’t want to eat anymore but he pulled the kitty eyes again, and now you’re stuffed. He handed you the glass of water and meds which you gulped down and went to clean up. He came back and stood awkwardly in your doorway. “You’re leaving already?” you asked sadly. “Do you want me to?” he asked back. “No grab my laptop and come watch Spirited Away with me.” you pouted. He smiled, got the laptop from your desk, grabbed one of the sweatpants he left from previous times he’s been to your place to change into, and then settled in bed next to you under the covers. 

You took one of your many pillows and settled your laptop on it and settled back. “Hey, Minho?” you called. “Hm?” he enquired. “Thanks for taking care of me.” you smiled softly. He was going to say something snarky but decided against it and said, “It's alright.” About half an hour into the movie he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder and he looked bewildered to see you’ve fallen asleep on him, breathing softly. He turned off the laptop and placed it on the ground before wrapping his arms around you, placing your head over his chest and reclining back. He looked at your sleeping face with soft, adoring eyes and a gentle smile. He gently rubbed your back with one hand when suddenly you stirred and threw your arm over his stomach. Slowly, he too, drifted off to sleep with dreams of you and him together.

[woozisnoots]

Hello alex! Maybe I'm to early for having a emergency request but I haven't really going anywhere outside my house beside buy groceries and I haven't socialize properly in months (maybe there is a bunch of people can relate). It's stressing and make me mentally exhausted for months 😭😭😭 can I request something like joshua fluff or wonwoo fluff that can comfort us? And I get it if you can't do it since I think I'm to early for asking. Anyway hope you have a nice day ❣️

no ofc it’s not too early! pls, i want to do this for you guys 🥺💓 these are meant to be small so i ended up doing both. i hope you enjoy and if you ever need someone to talk to, my inbox and dms are always open!

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧!

° pairing: joshua x reader, wonwoo x reader ° genre: fluff! ° word count: 1214 ° warnings: none! ° tagging: @jaeyoonurl bc she has a thing for j*shua hong

masterlist!

— joshua

in the scenario that you and joshua are living together in a small apartment complex, he does the slightest bit to annoy you whether it be intentional or not

like he’ll either make you stay in bed with him  longer than usual so you’d be late to a zoom class / meeting

or he’d purposefully flick you behind the ear while you’re cooking which causes you to accidentally pour more than just a pinch of salt on your eggs 

since josh owns that little projector that has slides of all the different constellations, he would turn it on right before you guys go to sleep as you lay next to each other on the bed and just stare at the stars from your ceiling

he loves making jewelry to pass the time while you guys watch netflix together. and wants nothing more than receiving an accessory that you made yourself

“joshua hong, please!” you fling your arms up to reach for the object now in joshua’s hands, much to your avail. “it’s literally so ugly. i beg you, please don’t wear it!” the little jump you add doing nothing but exhaust your energy. 

you knew it was bad idea, you should have trusted your gut the minute joshua left to get the groceries. forty-five minutes was just not enough time for you to possibly make a small thank you gift for you boyfriend. a token to say, ‘this is what three years has gotten us.’

“but you gave it to me!” joshua refutes back. you let your guard down, breathing rapidly in order to catch your breath from the unnecessary movement of having to keep up with him. he, on the other hand, took this as an opportunity to run, sprint away from your wrath and make a clean line for the bathroom before shutting the door to securely lock it in place. 

joshua hears your wallowed out screams coming from the other side and softly chuckles under his breath, wondering when you’ll ever get used to his childish antics at times. he safely unravels his hands to reveal the tiny object. and he can’t help but smile wide, ear to ear, and think, ‘so that’s why i felt something pointy.’ 

you’ve given up at this point. by now, he’s probably already seen your gift and for all you know, everything is doomed. your hand laid flat on top of the door, deciding whether to shrivel in front of him now or wait until he confronts you first. yet, he’s able to make that decision for you as he abruptly opens the door causing you to fall forward straight into his arms. 

“why, hello gorgeous,” you watch from underneath him, the corner of his lip rising up to form a cheeky smirk. you squint your eyes menacing at the thought that he could possibly be wearing the horrid gift you made. tilting your head to the side, you open one eye to catch a glimpse of green hanging from joshua’s left ear. he turns his head just slighty so you could get a better look. “you’ve really out done yourself, if i had anything to say about it. though i have to say, i didn’t think you’d go for the cute food aesthetic. i thought you hated avocados.”

blood immediately rushes towards your cheeks and hide your face from joshua’s vision but he was too quick. using his brute strength, he pulls your weight so you’re standing in front of the mirror, back facing him. your mind spirals as you feel joshua tuck strands of your hair behind your ear. “awe lookie, i knew you’d be wearing the other one,” he says before deliverying a small peck to your cheek, leaving you a scrambled mess. “what a perfect anniversary gift.”

— wonwoo

spending time with wonwoo during quarantine would be rather quiet and simple, but that doesn’t mean your time spent together is boring

having little to nothing to do all day makes you realize how much renovations you guys can do around your home

your morning conversations over breakfast would be about different home décor that you found on amazon and you would end up having such a fun time talking about it because you guys turn them into little debates over if the items are actually necessary 

that being said, wonwoo would be so willing to buy anything that would fill your guys’ boredom. and yes, that would include getting two separate desks, possibly four computer screens, two headsets, two light up keyboards for the heck of it, and of course: two very comfortable gamer chairs

no, he would not let you win at any games for freebies — you gotta earn that shit

out of all the days of the week, nothing was ever reserved for sundays. truly, every day was a free day — lounging around, doing chores, testing new cooking hacks to see if they actually worked. but sundays especially were just extra... boring. the very end of the week with absurd nothing to do. which has led you to spend this sunday morning in front of your dual computer screens with your boyfriend joining you on the other side of the desk.

“damn it!” you exclaim, lightly slamming the keys on your keyboard due to this endless frustration boiling inside of you since you’ve started playing. “how do i keep losing... it’s club penguin for fucks sake!”

your hands collect your face with pure dread and exhaustion, wondering how your supreme logic failed you during card jitsu. you hear a hearty chuckle coming from wonwoo sitting across from you. “the cards are just in my favor, sweetheart.”  he eyes you as he takes the warm cup of coffee to his lips to take a sip. “how about, best two out of three to see who has to make breakfast?” the huskiness of his voice growing deeper with each word, leaving you in trace for just a moment. 

you ponder at the bet, looking back between the screen showcasing your pink penguin and your beautiful barefaced boyfriend, ultimately coming to a decision. “what about. i watch you wipe out your penguin foes for the next few rounds and then we can make breakfast together,” you suggest instead, your mind thinking far beyond your apparently lousy deck of cards. 

“fine by me,” wonwoo shrugged, adjusting himself comfortably to his seat. you silently admire him from where you are, noticing how notably meticulous he was being when he’s focused. wonwoo’s eyes captures yours but gives you a puzzled look. “are you not gonna come over here?” he quietly asks. 

the simple question makes your head drop, feeling embarrassed as you try hard not to show him how flustered he made you. regardless, your legs move without you having to think it over. and instead of sitting on the small space that he left for you on his chair, you move his arm aside to face him before straddling your legs and sitting on his lap. 

wonwoo, completely unfazed, takes his free arm not holding his mouse and tugs you in closer to his chest so you can lay your head on his shoulder. for the remainder of your morning, your eyes slowly start to droop to the sound of penguin screams and victory.