#he's making the perfect boyfriend material beautifully

[sarangkstars]

Perfect Marriage Revenge

[frenchkisstheabyss]

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♡ Pairing: boyfriend!yunho x chubby!fem!reader x best friend!mingi

♡ Genre: smut/a lil dash of fluff

♡ Summary: When you decide to have some late night fun with your boyfriend in the kitchen, the furthest thing from your mind is that your best friend might walk in and see you but when he does you're both more than happy to have him there.

♡ Word Count: 3k-ish

♡ Warnings: Yunho gives dom vibes. Mingi's a bit shy at first. Threesome (the boys don't touch each other though). They have a real thing for your chubby body. They're overall obsessed w/ you truly. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Oral sex (f & m receiving/heavy on the f receiving). Fingering. Multiple orgasms. Nipple play. Tit sucking. Hair pulling. Nibbling. Ass slapping. Overstimulation. Cum swallowing. Cum swapping. Squirting. A lil edging. Clit slapping. I use the word "pussy" cause I'm not a "cunt" gal. Lots of bodily fluids. Pet names (baby, angel)

♡ A/N: I've been writing a lot of really thoughtful, emotional pieces lately and this...is totally not one of them. It has it's moments but really it's 3k words of filth. I'm for sure gonna do a part 2 because I feel like I can do more with this but for now enjoy your hot girl moment, babes. You deserve it.

You'll never grow tired of this sound...

Yunho slurping down your juices, his soft lips pursed around your clit. Every decadent, unpredictable stroke of his tongue makes your thighs tremble. Three long, dexterous fingers pump in and out of your core drowning you in pleasure.

Yunho had sincerely wandered into the kitchen for a midnight snack when he stumbled upon you here. Bent over in the fridge with your deliciously plush ass peeking from the bottom of your red lace panties, you instantly became the only thing his taste buds craved.

You had your hand on an ice cold bottle of water when you felt two strong hands spreading your thighs apart. “Up a little late aren’t you?” he teased, stroking your slit through the barely there material. Your breath hitched, the cool air from the refrigerator the only thing to ease the heat consuming your body. “I couldn’t sleep and I—mmm—I just wanted—ah.”

Yunho tucked your panties to the side, sinking his middle finger into you. You were already so needy and wet, so easily turned on at the slightest bit of attention from him, that he could've never stopped there. “Just wanted what, baby?” he whispered, dropping to his knees, “Tell me what you want.” It tickled when you felt his lips brush against your skin, leading a trail of kisses around the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

“Yunie, I can’t—fuck, I can’t think” you moaned, holding onto one of the shelves to keep your legs from giving out. “Aww, baby” he smiled, slapping your ass hard enough to make it jiggle, “You don’t have to.”

Yunho knows where your sweet spot is. How to rotate his wrist and curl his finger at the perfect angle to make your body surrender to him. He had you wrapped around his finger—clenching—literally. You were dripping by the time he slipped your panties down to drink from you like the sweetest fountain. He made sure you came twice before he lifted you onto the counter and spread your aching legs open to taste you more.

Backed into a corner, one foot up on each side of the counter, you’re completely at his mercy and this is exactly where you want to be. Nibbling at your bottom lip, you stare down at him with those beautifully glossy eyes of yours.

Yunho tilts his head up to meet your gaze, fluffy dark brown hair framing his face, and it’s obvious he’s as blissed out as you are. He suckles at your clit as he pulls back just enough for you to see your sensitive bud twitching in response to him. Without warning he buries his face between your legs, humming with pleasure as he completely devours you.

You throw your head back, stars illuminating your vision. “Yunie, please don’t stop” you beg, fingers tangling in his hair as he wrecks you in the best way. Just when the pressure inside of you reaches its peak, your pussy ready to turn into a waterfall, you notice a figure standing in the doorway.

Mingi? Fuck. You’ve been so swept up in the moment, blinded by lust, that you completely forgot Mingi was staying over tonight.

It’s coming up on 4 years since you met Yunho and Mingi in a cramped club your friend’s band was playing at. The crowd that night was completely out of control. A swirling pit of drunks in desperate need of therapy. Just trying to get to the bathroom was a death wish. Yunho and Mingi didn’t have to step in to protect you but they did and they have ever since.

It never occurred to you to ask why they helped you. You saw it in the way they watched you at the restaurant after, like you were some shiny new toy they had acquired. Only Mingi treated you like a collector’s item, too delicate to take off of the shelf. He thought it better to admire you, imagine what it’d be like to play with you, but could never get the courage to do it.

Yunho, on the other hand, wasted no time taking you out of the box. Everything about you was too alluring for him to deny. His hunger for you then was as intense as it is now and he needed to indulge or he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Mingi hides it well, at least he thinks he does, but he regrets it. He wishes you knew how badly he wants you to be his in every sense of the word. Could you even fathom the things he’d do to trade places with his best friend right now?

Mingi knows that he should turn around—go back to the guest room, pretend nothing ever happened—but he’s too hypnotized by you to do it. “Hi, Mmm-Mingi” you giggle, noticing the thick bulge in his sweatpants. Mingi follows your gaze down to a cock hard enough to split you in two. You smile at him like you’d love to see him try it. You would. “Yunie,” you coo, tapping him on the back of the neck, “We have company.”

Yunho doesn’t register it at first, too intoxicated by your pussy to process anything that comes out of your mouth as coherent language. Mingi’s eyes widen and you can almost hear the gears turning in his head. He’s scared out of his mind and insanely horny, a combination of things he’s never felt before and has no clue what to do with. Yunho’s motions slow as he deprives you of his tongue. His fingers slide out of you, soaked in your arousal.

“Company?” he asks, rising to his feet, lips dripping wet.

You nod, pointing to Mingi, “I think we woke him up.”

Yunho lets out a low, playful chuckle, turning only halfway to greet his best friend. “Fuck,” Mingi mumbles, frantically scanning the kitchen for something else to look at. “I wasn’t looking! I swear! I came to grab my…” Spotting the spice rack beside him, he blindly grabs the first thing he sees. “Chili pepper flakes? Yeah, they’re so good for a late night snack, you know?”

Unconvinced but amused by his attempt, Yunho turns back to face you. He lures you into a kiss, sharing with you the delightfulness of your taste. He rests the back of his hand against your core, knuckles grazing your clit just enough to keep you on edge. “Can I share?” he asks between the feverish clashing of your tongues. “Mmmhmm” you gasp, your back arching at the return of his touch. Yunho shakes his head, hands riding your curves up to where your nipples poke through your shirt.

He takes your supple breast into his hand, massaging it as he rolls your nipple between his fingertips. “Baby, that won’t do. I need to hear you say it this time. Tell me what you want.” You tilt your head to the side, taking in the tall, handsome blonde watching you. “You can share me, Yunie” you whisper, breath tickling the side of his neck, “I want it.” He pinches your nipple, locking his other arm around your waist, “Aah, good girl. That wasn’t so hard was it? Now hold onto me.”

You do as you’re told and cling to him in time to be lifted from the smooth marble counter. Yunho kisses you once more as he spins you around. A dizzying transition that ends in you draped across the kitchen table. “Are you joining or are you just gonna watch?” Yunho asks Mingi, too distracted with the cute squishy belly poking from the bottom your shirt to actually face him.

Mingi can hear his heart thumping its way out of his chest. He has to be hearing things. “Oh, I—you can’t be—are you s…” he stutters, squeezing the life out of that poor bottle of chili pepper flakes. Yunho nibbles at your exposed belly before turning to confront the confusion on Mingi’s face, “Serious? Yes. I’m serious. I know you’ve always wanted her so…come get her.”

Mingi hesitates, still unsure if it’s a trick or not. The chance that Yunho will murder him if he actually tries seems higher than this not being a fever dream. Shifting to get more comfortable on the table, you hold your hand out to Mingi, your body calling to him like a siren beckons sailors to their doom. It’s enough to make him drop everything, to abandon all these years of pretending.

Mingi carefully makes his way over to you, taking your hand in his. You’re beautiful at any angle but there’s something about this one—you staring up at him from the filthiest position with the most innocent eyes—that really gets him.

It’s the perfect angle for you too, one your boyfriend knows you’ve fantasized about. These two broad shouldered angels looming over you, bathing you in their admiration. “Kiss me” you whisper, palming Mingi’s cock through his thick sweatpants. Mingi grunts at the euphoric release of tension as his lips latch onto yours, his kiss ravenous and sloppy. His platinum hair falls into your face, immersing you in the crisp floral scent of his shampoo.

Yunho watches as Mingi snatches your shirt up, taking his time to enjoy how your tits bounce when they pop free. Pushing your legs back, Yunho drags his fingers between your lips to pull back the hood of your clit. He flicks his thumb up and down, smiling as you arch and wiggle beneath him. Mingi sneaks a glimpse down at Yunho, breaking the kiss to hear your moans. For the first time he doesn’t have to listen through the walls, you’re making all those sinful noises right before his eyes and it’s glorious to behold.

“You’re so cute” Mingi says, cupping your fluffy cheeks. “You—ah—think so?” you ask, tucking a finger into the waist of his sweatpants. You slip your hand inside, taking as much of him into your hand as you can. Mingi pulls them down for you and you audibly gasp at the gorgeous cock that springs free. You glide up and down, circling the head with your thumb. Mingi cups one of your breasts, kneading the plush flesh as drags his tongue down to your nipple. “Mmhmm” he hums, stuffing his mouth full of you, “So fucking cute.” 

You lay there breathless—trying to talk your trembling body down from your next orgasm—when you feel the throbbing head of Yunho’s cock rub up and down your entrance. “You ready for me, baby?” he asks, raising your legs up to balance your ankles on his shoulders. When he does it presses him into you a little bit further and you cry out, raising your hips for more. “Mmm—ready for you Yunie.” Yunho snaps his hips, bottoming out in one thrust that sends electricity dancing through your body.

A soft tug brings Mingi in close enough that you can turn and lick the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. “Fuck, that feels so good” he moans, rising to push deeper into your throat. Your tongue curls on the underside of his cock, the textured roof of your mouth dragging along it as he fucks your throat.

This is what they’ve wanted since the night you met. What you’ve wanted too. It’s so satisfying, like scratching an itch you never could quite reach, to let them take you together. Their hands glide across your velvet smooth skin, exploring every inch of you. They’re so careful with you, matching paces to keep you comfortable. All you have to do is lay here and let them take care of you—let them worship you.

Yunho caresses your legs, fingers digging into your hips, “I feel you clenching, baby. You close?” You know he expects an answer even if you’re currently drooling around Mingi’s cock. You give him a muffled, “Yes.” But that’s not nearly enough for either of them. Mingi grabs you by the hair, pulling out to leave your mouth painfully empty. “Your voice is too pretty not to hear” he says, stroking your lips, “You ready to come for us, baby? Gonna let me see how good you look coming on your boyfriend’s cock?”

“Yes, Mingi. I’m gonna c—oh my—ah…” you whimper only for Mingi to shove himself back inside of you before you can finish speaking. Not that you’re complaining. The men exchange a brief glance, returning their attention to you with something new in mind. They move faster and harsher, struggling as much as you do to keep it together. They could both come right now from the way you pulsate your walls around Yunho or the way your throat muscles flutter around Mingi. But there’s no question that it has to be you first. 

Your eyelids grow heavy, the pressure bursting inside of you, and suddenly gravity doesn’t exist anymore. Mingi holds your hand and Yunho rubs your belly as you squirt down his length. Yunho licks his lips at the mess you've made of his pants, the wet spot growing the more you bounce down onto him. “That’s it, baby. Use my fucking cock, angel.” He lays his hand flat on your clit and slaps it just enough for you to feel the sharpness of the contact.

It makes you clench even tighter—the tightest he’s ever felt you—and he can’t take it anymore. He spills into you, filling you so far beyond your limit that your pussy’s gushing it back out at him before he’s even empty. Mingi plays with your nipples, pinching one and then the other, switching every time you get too used to the feeling.

Your mouth falls open, your overstimulated body beginning to go limp. You keep it open, tongue hanging out to welcome the thick ropes of come Mingi empties into your mouth. It collects in the back of your throat making your moans sound like tiny gurgles. What’s left leaks from the corners of your mouth and Mingi kisses you quickly, swapping the warm, salty liquid back and forth between the two of you until it’s nothing.

You stay entangled with them for an amount of time you can’t really grasp, coming down together. The room slips into silence. The only sound you hear is the symphony of heavy, uneven breaths. You look around at each other, the reality of what you’ve just done setting in. No one regrets it, you’d all be up for it again if one of you had it in you to ask, but it’s hard to know what to say.

You love each other more than anything. What you share is so special that you’ve all done everything to keep from fucking it up. To think that this might be what does. That the next thing to come out of your mouth could destroy it all. It’s terrifying.

Yunho clears his throat, stretching your legs for you so you don’t cramp up. “Can I get you anything? A snack?” You poke your bottom lip out, contemplating your snack options, “Uh, nah. I’m okay.” Noticing your throat sounds a little dry, Mingi grabs a bottle of water from the fridge—the very one you had your hand on earlier—and brings it to you. He twists the cap off and raises it to your lips, “You need to hydrate. I’m not asking.”

“Ooh, when’d you get so bossy?” you ask, taking a sip of water, “I like it.” Mingi takes a sip for himself before passing it to Yunho who chugs down the rest. “Shower?” Yunho says, swishing some water around in his cheeks. To you and Mingi it sounds like “swishwer”. Mingi squints his eyes at him, “Swishwer?” “I think he means ‘shower’” you whisper, trying to channel enough energy to sit yourself up. Yunho nods, swallowing the last few drops. “Yes! That! Shower. I’ll go run the water and you…” He points to Mingi and then to you, “Grab her and be careful. She’s expensive.”

Yunho walks off to the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. You finally manage to sit up and swing around to face Mingi. He puts his arms around you, kissing the bridge of your nose, “Don’t worry about holding on but just…don’t scream.”

“Don’t scream? Wh—”

Mingi throws you over his shoulder and you do in fact scream. “What are you doing to my girlfriend?” Yunho shouts from the bathroom, flipping the shower on. Mingi carries you down the hall, your feet kicking as you giggle. “She’s fiiiine” he sighs, rolling his eyes, “It’s not like I’m gonna drop her.” Stepping into the bathroom Mingi pretends to trip for the fun of it.

“Put me down you psycho!” you whine, your life flashing before your eyes.

Mingi pouts, nuzzling his cheek up to your side, “I wasn’t really gonna drop you. So mean.” He lowers you down, letting you hold onto his arm while you gain your footing. You go to take your shirt off, it’s barely on, but the room still feels like it’s spinning.

“I got it, baby. Come here.” Yunho pulls you over to him and helps you out of your shirt. In return you help him out of his pants, tossing them off to the side. Yunho hops into the shower and you’re back at Mingi’s side, pushing his shirt up over his head. You never break eye contact once, committing every detail of each other’s naked bodies to memory.

You lead him into the shower and find yourself happily positioned between the two of them beneath the warm running water. Yunho cuddles you from the front and Mingi holds you from behind. The three of you fit together perfectly, like you were always meant to be like this.

Eventually you’ll have to say something. You’ll have to have an honest conversation about where things go from here. But for tonight you’ll stay in this moment together, letting your hearts revel in feelings your lips may never speak of again.

[navybrat817]

Thinking of all the beautiful centerpieces florist Bucky comes up with in the fall🥺🥺 he probably is so cozy and snuggly and sexy ugh cuddling up to him on a cold night or morning sounds like it'd fix me !!! personally speaking

Mir, I will forever adore our soft and loving florist and we deserve all the cuddles.

A Second Spring

Pairing: Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Everything changes for Bucky when he meets you and your daughter.

Word Count: Over 700

Warnings: Fluff, cuddling, establish relationship, wedding talk, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Short and sweet for our florist. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“What about this one?” Bucky asked, swiping the screen on his phone to show you another image.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, taking in the next picture. Bucky had put together a few different arrangements earlier in the day and wanted your opinion on the one you liked best. You didn’t think he could make a bad arrangement if he tried. It was nice though that he wanted your opinion. “It’s beautiful.”

“You’ve said that about all of my arrangements,” he teased, turning his head to kiss the top of yours.

“Because it’s true,” you smiled, lifting your head for a moment. Each one was more gorgeous than the last. This image was a blend of yellow, orange, and red, the seasonal hues bold yet soft. “But if I think this one is my favorite one today because you included yellow beech leaves and the vase is shaped like a gourd. Combined with the flowers, it’s like autumn meets spring. The perfect combination.”

Bucky hummed thoughtfully, pressing his lips to your temple this time. The stubble across his cheeks left a pleasant burn in its wake. “Almost like a second spring.”

Where every leaf is a flower.

“Exactly,” you smiled, snuggling closer to him on the couch when he set the phone aside. Inhaling gently as you put your head back on his shoulder, you caught the sweet scent of some of the flowers he worked with today. It blended beautifully with his cologne, soothing and subtle. It wrapped around you like a hug. “How are you always so warm? And how are your sweaters so soft?”

He chuckled, your heart skipping a beat when he put his arm around you. It was nice to have an affectionate boyfriend and a snuggly one at that. Waking up wrapped up in him was a feeling you’d never get tired of. “I think having you close is what keeps me warm and my sweaters are made of boyfriend material,” he replied, resting his head against yours as you giggled. In your eyes, he was husband material. “We could cuddle in bed if you’re cold.”

A moan escaped your throat. Oh, he’d cuddle with you. There was no doubt about that. He’d also remove your clothes, keep you warm with his entire body, and cuddle with you all over again. “In just a few minutes,” you said, wanting to soak up the quiet moment with him on the couch.

“Five minutes and then bed,” he said. You heard the smirk in his voice, which sent heat down to your toes. “I don’t know if I ever asked you, but what do you think of autumn weddings?”

“A random and sweet question,” you answered, smiling as you pictured Bucky in a tuxedo, his hair pulled back and his cerulean eyes full of love. “I think they’re nice. Beautiful. Especially September or early October since it’s not too hot or too cold. The changing foliage makes for amazing visuals. And the romantic ambience is just magical, you know?”

“Sounds like you’ve thought about this,” he said softly, his metal hand moving to rest over yours with great tenderness.

Your cheeks warmed, but your smile widened. “I may have,” you said. It was easy to picture marrying Bucky in many settings. With the flowers in bloom or your toes in the sand, as the leaves changed or the snow created a breathtaking wonderland. The ceremony and festivities would be special no matter what.

You’d say “I do” day or night, rain or shine, in any season as long Bucky was the one you were going to marry.

You both stayed quiet and you wondered if he was picturing your wedding day, too. He’d work so hard on the vows, you just knew it. If his legacy would be the beautiful arrangements he made and the joyful memories he helped create because of them, you hoped part of your legacy would be the love he brought out of you. Written in emotion, through your eyes and fingertips, bathing him in warmth with your light and kisses, and finding peace and home in each other’s arms.

That's true love.

“So have I, Petal,” he whispered, his lips lingering on your head in the gentlest of kisses that rippled through your core. “So have I.”

Can we all agree that he deserves the wedding of his dreams? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[nayedoll]

Best Friends

joost klein x reader

description: you have always considered joost to be your best friend, oblivious to his feelings for you. after three years of quiet yearning, joost finally finds hope after you break up with your boyfriend, letting your true feelings for him come to light.

cw : fluff, friends to lovers, angstyyyy

word count : 2.6k

rpf ahead, do not read if uncomfortable !!!

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2019, at some song festival in Amsterdam; that was the first time you and Joost met.

Joost was sitting somewhere on the festival grounds, chatting with his equally drunk friends over the loud music. His eyes scanned the venue, littered with small lights as he sensed the electric atmosphere of the crowd surrounding him.

Then, his gaze settled on you approaching from afar, Alanis’ hand in yours so as to not get lost amongst all the people around you. Joost smiled as Alanis introduced you to the rest, saying that you were her friend who had just moved to the country.

Everything about you was perfect. Your hair was blowing in the gentle breeze as the colorful lights from the main stage highlighted your face, the shy smile on your lips becoming all the more apparent. You were wearing a short red dress that contrasted beautifully with the black outfits of everyone else and an oversized jacket on top that matched the material of Joost’s own jacket.

You instinctively sat down next to Joost whose friendly smile helped soothe your nerves. You couldn’t quite explain it but he radiated a sense of comfort and warmth that made you want to stick closer to him, despite having just met him. Maybe it was his dazzling smile or the entrancing blue color of his eyes or maybe it was just him in general. The way he softly spoke to you as if he had known you since forever, the awkward giggles that escaped his lips in between telling silly jokes, making you laugh along with him. You liked him.

It didn’t take long for you and Joost to become friends -best friends to be exact- as you quickly found a place in the friend group.

Joost felt so lucky, so blessed that you had stumbled into his life, slowly falling in love with you all the more with each passing day. You felt a certain way about him too, though you dismissed it as nothing. Platonic is what you called it in an attempt to mask your true feelings that you couldn’t act upon. Something else that was holding you back.

That something, Joost found out about shortly after.

You had both attended a friend’s house party, initially as a big group but got separated as the night progressed, in the various rooms of the house.

At some point, Joost was looking for you amidst all the drunk people that reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. He was planning on telling you how he felt for some time now and the handful shots of vodka he had previously taken, gave him the last bit of courage he needed.

A friend of his stopped him midway, making small talk as Joost looked around impatiently in hopes of catching a glimpse of you.

His eyes scanned the place some more before he finally found you but you weren’t looking at him. Instead you were on top of someone else with your lips hungrily pressed against his.

Joost felt heavy and the noise around him seemed to stop.

“Dude, you alright?” his friend asked, partly bringing him back to reality.

“Who is that?” Joost simply said with his eyes still glued on you as he nodded to your direction.

“Who?” his friend yelled looking back to you, “Oh him? That’s Y/n’s boyfriend,” he explained, “They’ve been together for some time, I think. He’s partly the reason she moved here,”

Joost nodded nonchalantly in contrast to the chaos that was his mind at that moment. His friend went on to talk about something else but all he could hear was the sound of the word boyfriend replaying in his head. Boyfriend? He should have expected it. To you, he was nothing more than a best friend.

He spent the next hour, alone on the balcony, smoking every cigarette in his pack, down to the last. lHe was hurt and confused, trying to understand why you hadn’t told him about your boyfriend. To be fair, you had given him a reason to think that there was something more there.

However, all of his bad feelings quickly subsided when you came out to the balcony, also alone, smiling brightly at the sight of him. You sat down next to him in excitement, relatively drunk as you rumbled about the party. Joost didn’t mention anything about what he had seen earlier. He only listened to you with a loving smile like he always did. He would wait for you.

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Three years have passed since then.

Things slightly changed in your life as you slowly adapted to your new lifestyle in Amsterdam and realized many things. For one, you recognized how different you and your boyfriend, Adam, really were as he began showing his true self.

It was only recently that you broke up with him as your relationship had become a pile of screaming matches and his unreasonable jealous outbursts. You had tried really hard to ignore all the problems, get past them since the beginning but truly, you were growing more impatient with him by the day as his behavior became more toxic and something you couldn’t just push to the side anymore.

The final straw was when Adam asked you -practically demanded- to stop seeing Joost because according to him, men and women can’t be friends. A series of heated arguments followed at the end of which you briefly ended things with him and left his house without a second thought.

He tried to reach out multiple times but you didn’t budge, making your decision clear. In complete honesty, it wasn’t easy at first. Despite everything, you had been with him for quite some time and getting used to being alone was a struggle. But as time passed, only then did you look back on your relationship and realize just how toxic it was.

Ironically enough, Joost was there for you since the beginning. When he was with you, all the stress and loneliness you were feeling disappeared as he always came up with a way to lift your spirits.

You had been best friends for long enough but really, something felt different now. It almost felt like you were getting to know him again, truly appreciating how caring and loving he was. While you were with Adam, you could never get too close or too intimate with Joost. But lately, it seemed like all you needed, wanted was to be with him, just the two of you, enjoying each other’s company.

You had been spending the day at his place and vice versa, doing whatever, be it talking, watching movies or cooking -though you were the one doing the actual cooking while he entertained you.

Today was one of those days again. Joost had invited you over to show you some of the songs on his upcoming album and you had agreed, excited that you would see him again and also get to see his work.

Joost opened the door and entered his apartment, grocery bags still in hand. He had left you alone briefly to get some beers and food since you had spontaneously decided to spend the night at his place.

He placed the beers atop the kitchen counter, while humming one of his songs but paused briefly, confused by the silence of the house. Normally, you would have already come into the kitchen, talking his ear off about whatever topic you were most interested in at that time. You would always apologize afterwards for talking so much but Joost didn’t mind, he liked hearing your voice, seeing you get so passionate about something.

“Y/n?” He yelled out, expecting a response from the living room where he had last left you in but the silence continued.

“Earth to Y/n,” he said in a deeper voice, cupping his hands around his mouth as he walked through the house.

He came into the living room and it didn’t take long to spot you, passed out on the couch. You were sleeping soundly with Joost’s chunky headphones slowly sliding off your head.

Joost smiled softly at the sight, then tip toed over to the couch and sat down next to you, his body sinking into the plush mattress of the sofa. One of his songs was playing from the headphones in a muffled sound which earned a small laugh from him. How could you have possibly fallen asleep during any of his songs?

He removed the headphones carefully, pausing the music on the phone that was also slipping from your hand. His eyes lingered on your face.

Your lips were slightly parted with a hint of lip gloss on them as soft sighs escaped your mouth. Your hair delicately fell on your face that was slowly sinking into the couch pillows on your side.

Joost sighed, a bittersweet feeling coming over him. He loved you so much. From that moment at the festival until now, you were still so beautiful, both in appearance and in character. Back then at that party, he had lost all hope when he saw you kissing Adam. He had never liked him, or the way he treated you. But now that you had finally broken up with him, that hope was rekindled.

He brushed the hair out of your face, resting his hand lightly against your cheek just for a moment longer, caressing it with his thumb.

The sensation caused you to wake up, your eyes opening ever so slightly as you rubbed them with your hands. You purred, instinctively leaning into his touch as you looked up at him, your vision still blurry.

“Hey,” you smiled, recognizing the person in front of you to be Joost. The sun rays coming through the window casted a warm glow on his face and gave his blonde hair a golden hue.

“Good morning,” Joost grinned, then furrowed his brows, “Oh wait, it’s 7 pm,” he teased, you lightly slapped him on his shoulder and scoffed.

“Very funny,” you said in a mocking tone and rolled your eyes.

You stared at each other in silence as a sudden heat spread across your face and you held your breath. His blue eyes screamed of desperation, the need to say something and you sensed a hesitation in him that you had never seen before.

You blinked rapidly and pulled away from his touch. Joost quickly withdrew his hand that was on your cheek, clearing his throat amidst the awkward silence.

“Did you get any beers?” you asked in an attempt to restore the comfort that previously filled the air as you shifted in your seat.

“Uh- yes, yes I did,” Joost breathed, giving you a strained smile, “Got your favorite ones actually,”

A small smile formed on your lips.

“No way,” you exclaimed, “Heineken?”. Joost gave you a soft nod.

“You know me so well, Joost.”

And he did. All those years and he still remembered the smallest of things about you when your ex didn’t even know what your favorite color was. Probably another reason why you broke up with him, you guessed.

“Eh it’s nothing,” Joost said bashfully, looking away from you, God he was so adorable when he got flustered.

“No, really,” A hint of seriousness took over your voice, “You know me better than I even know myself at times,” you said, letting out a small laugh at the cheesiness of your words but what you were saying was true.

Joost’s smile widened, his dimples sticking out all the more.

“And…” your voice trailed off as you tried to process your thoughts, “Thank you for always being there for me. You’ve treated me even better than my goddamn boyfriend,” It felt like you were drunk, the words spilling out of you quickly. You had so many things to say to him, all of which you didn’t even know you had hidden in you. “Ex boyfriend,” you corrected yourself in a firm voice.

Joost felt his pulse quicken, fighting the urge to kiss you right then and there.

“He was an asshole anyways,” he said bluntly causing you to laugh.

“Yeah he was,” you sighed, “Maybe I should have dated you instead!”.

You stayed silent, taking in the gravity of your words. Deep down you weren’t joking when you said that. Truthfully, the thought had crossed your mind before but you always discarded it and felt guilty afterwards.

You noticed Joost being abnormally quiet as well and glanced at him, distinguishing a sadness in his eyes.

“What is it?” You asked, your gaze immediately shifting to worried.

Joost swallowed hard, averting his eyes from you. If only you knew.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, anxiously running his hand through his hair. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Are you sure?” You shifted closer to him, your voice soft but layered with concern. He only hummed in response, looking down at his tattoos as his fingers grazed his bare arm.

“Hey,” you said, gently wrapping your arm around him, “You can tell me anything, you know?” You sensed just how tense he was and a wave of guilt overcame you. Why wasn’t he telling you? Was he mad at you for something? He did seem a little off ever since you broke up with Adam but you brushed it off, thinking of it as work stress from preparing his album.

“Joost?” you pressed and caressed his hair. That made him turn to look at you as you realized the increased proximity between you and him, feeling his breath hot against your skin.

Then, Joost took one quick glance at your lips and he leaned in.

You didn’t pull back. Something felt right about this, the way his soft lips touched yours with a kind of passion you’d never experienced before. He pulled your face closer and deepened the kiss as you made a soft sound against his lips.

So many thoughts were racing in your mind. That same feeling overtook you, the one from that night when you first met Joost and had been trying to suppress for so long; he was never just your best friend and only now did you have the courage to admit it to yourself.

Once his lips were apart from yours, the only sound that filled the room was the heavy breathing coming from both of you. You looked at him, your arms lightly wrapped around his neck. He smiled sweetly and you did too as you stared in each other’s eyes like two kids in love.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he muttered, gently running his hands up and down the sides of your stomach, “I love you, Y/n.”

You inhaled deeply, your guilt returning as you thought about how oblivious you had been all this time. How long had he been keeping this to himself?

“I’m sorry,” you breathed. Joost raised an eyebrow, laughing softly.

“You’re saying sorry after I said I love you? Damn.” He said, sounding slightly offended.

“No!” You chuckled. “I’m sorry because I acted like a fool. I shied away from my feelings and I didn’t realize sooner that you felt this way about me and I should have realized sooner and-”

“Alright, alright,” Joost cut you off in his usual reassuring tone. You exhaled a long sigh as he placed both hands on your shoulders to comfort you. “Calm down, lieverd” he smiled. Even now, he was still so willing to make you feel better when he should be upset with you or at the very least, pretend to be it.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you too.” You said, watching as a proud smile grew on Joost’s lips.

“Took you long enough,” he teased.

“Hey!” You slapped him on his arm, he mouthed sorry repeatedly before pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it felt sweeter, more controlled as you both now shared the feeling of contentment in your heart.

You broke the kiss and drew back from him shortly.

“So when are we drinking the beers?” you asked jokingly, your hands tracing to his belt.

Joost smiled, grabbing your waist to bring you closer to him.

“That can wait.”

[heartfeltcherie]

omg i saw your requests are open and could you do something fluffy with lucifer? maybe like you see something and want to buy it, but can’t and so he surprises you.

i genuinely think i suck at writing for lucifer but will that stop me? nope!

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lucifer was the sweetest boyfriend ever. always asking to hold your hand (though, you tell him he never has to ask), always making sure he’s walking on the outside of the sidewalk and you on the inside, always making pinkie promises with you. he was so unbelievably… perfect.

you were the first person he opened up to about lilith and the ideas he had had for heaven that made him fall into hell; and you listened with an open mind and a heart that you decided would beat solely for him.

it was now your fifth date, walking the streets of pentagram city. the day had gone beautifully with your arm linked around lucifer’s, the sky painted different shades of red. you followed in each other’s steps as fellow sinners were beginning to close up shop for the day.

there was one place in particular that caught your eye — ellie’s pride boutique. so good, you’ll double die! with the white lettering on a red sign, lights flashing all around it. it surely caught your attention. and lucifer noticed as he watched you with so much adoration in eyes as you went up to the big glass window, putting your hands beside your face to get a better look inside.

it was a beautiful dress, one that looked like it came out of the many fairytales you’d seen when you were still alive, a kid.

“see something you like, lovey?” lucifer’s beside you now, also taking a turn in looking through the shop’s window. “wow! that dress is amazing! i-i think it’d look really good on you… erm… know it would” he nervously laughs. “don’t you think?” you laugh at his awkwardness. it’s cute.

“i think it’s a very pretty dress, luci”

you’re putting your hand out to lay on lucifer’s chest, only to feel the soft material of his duck-patterned sheets. blinking your eyes open, rather confused, you sit up in your shared bed wondering where your doting boyfriend was.

and then you hear commotion coming from the living room.

was he creating more rubber duckies?

slipping out of bed to where the noise was coming from and just peaking your head around the corner, you see lucifer rushing around like a mad man.

and then you also see a mannequin… and that dress you saw yesterday in the window.

oh, you felt really bad.

“this has to be perfect! oh gosh, i hope she hasn’t woken up yet, i haven’t even made the tea ye- oh hi, dear!” his blonde locks are a mess and his coat is off, leaving you to see that striped shirt that you think he looks oh-so handsome in; your heart does flips on the spot. “hi, luci. what’s all this?” you point to the elephant in the room — or more-so, behind lucifer.

“oh! r-right!” he clears his throat, making sure his hair is back in order. “my dear, i saw the way your eyes lit up when you saw this dress in the window, and i couldn’t help myself. so… i woke up early this morning to go and make quick purchase of it”

you step closer, completely in awe over the fact that lucifer would do something like this for you… and the dress, of course.

“lucifer, it’s gorgeous… but you didn’t have to do this for me. i-i could’ve saved up money”

“and have you wait a year or a few months? honey, we both know you suck at saving… and spending”

“you have a point”

he takes the dress off the mannequin — with shaky hands and a bunch of nerves as to not ruin the dress. he puts the beautiful piece in your hands.

“here! go try this on! i’ll make us some morning tea!”

you make your way to the washroom and you have to admit, the dress suits you so well — you feel like a princess. your eyes keep focused on the mirror, not truly believing that such a beautiful piece of clothing was adorning your body and made you look like what fairytales were written about. you feel slightly nervous walking out to show lucifer.

he’s sat on the couch, a cup of tea in his hand as he sips from it and one resting on the coffee table in front of him.

“your highness”

lucifer looks over the rim of his cup and as soon as his eyes meet yours, he spats out his drink and becomes a coughing mess.

“oh my golly! darling! you look…” you giggle at his blushing face, curtseying as both hands hold the bottom fluff of your dress. you can’t deny, you’re a flustered mess yourself, wearing something so elegant in front of the king of hell. sure, you’re together, but his title still had that effect on you.

“yeah? how do i look?” you ask shyly. lucifer gets up from his spot, setting his tea cup gently beside yours. he now stands in front of you, his hand coming up underneath your chin, his palm soft against your skin.

“you look as beautiful as the day we met”

please reblog/comment, it’s greatly appreciated ♡

[byuljoonie]

moonlight // knj

I’m sorry baby I’m just really hot…

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: one shot, slight angst, fluff, growing tension, boyfriend material, extreme smut, desperation, succubus intentions…

word count: 5k+ (sorry)

warnings: mentions of mature topics, spit, namjoon driving lmao, thigh humping bcs desperate, throat goat, dom!sub, dom rm!sub reader, alcohol consumption, probably a good amount of swearing, post-gym namjoon, grocery store activities, slight car play, teasing, oral, summer night, riding, overstimulation, a little masochism

summary: namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym (extended ending on ao3)

note: just had what cody ko and noel would call a “power thought.” I literally just had a spark of inspiration bcs it’s really hot in the south right now and Namjoon’s vogue cover is to die for. enjoy and feel free to check out any of my playlists while reading. Sorry for any little mistakes. gonna make a tag list after I post 10 works! -ash (wrote this draft a few months ago so it might be slightly more extreme than expected.)

My reflection stared back at me, tracing the movement of the cloth against my skin. The long slit of the black fabric starts by the left knee and leaves an opening at the bottom of the dress. My manicured feet sat firmly against the hardwood bedroom floor, grounding me away from my persistent thoughts. I grabbed my sunglasses from the stand mounted on the cream walls and turned swiftly on my heels. Abandoning the mirror with a grimace on my face.

I loved this dress very much, the long sleeves light and airy protecting me from the harsh summer rays. The way it hugs my figure is like someone familiar. The same someone that bought this dress for me. He crossed my mind once more sending another surge of anger through me.

Namjoon promised to come along to the grocery store with me today but he’s been at the gym for almost 2 hours now. He said he’d only be gone an hour but an hour quickly turned to two, now I’m dressed and past ready to go. I hated going to crowded stores, at this rate we’ll never beat the after-work rush.

I sat on the bed putting on my anklet he gifted me for our 3 year anniversary. Yet another gift that I’m wearing today, being spoiled ruining my plans of holding a grudge tonight on our date. I slipped on some black socks and made my way towards the door. Listening as the front door swings open with a beep of the automatic keypad.

I excitedly descend the stairs, my black dress sweeping the floor behind me beautifully like a wedding gown flowing in the summer breeze. The second step I’ve already failed at trying to be mad at him.

“Baby! Where you at?” He says deep voice roaring through our apartment. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs almost running into his chest. He smiled at me taking in all of my body, returning to my eyes after his brief but thorough inspection.

“Right here NAMjoon,” I stated putting extra emphasis on his surname. I watched as his chest rose and fell with every breath, his skin glistened with sweat. Tan skin accentuating his muscular frame, my mouth parted slightly at the sight. He looked heavenly I almost lost my composure.

“I’m sorry I took so long Y/N my trainer wouldn’t let me leave until the workout was complete,” he said walking towards me. Smirking at the way my eyes followed his every movement.

“You look so gorgeous Princess, this dress is perfect for you,” he said pulling me into a tight embrace. Grabbing a handful of my ass as he reached over to rest his chin on my shoulder. I yelp in surprise at the sudden groping, melting into his body and giving up on being angry. I wanted to take him right now but first, we need food or we’ll be eating out for another week before we have time to shop again.

“Whatever Joon go shower we have to leave as soon as possible and you’re stinky,” I said pulling away from him and then standing on my tippy toes to kiss him quickly. He kissed me back beginning to deepen it before I push him away again. I give him a knowing look and bid him goodbye as I walk to the kitchen to make him a snack to eat in the car. The store was about a 25 minute drive from us but it was worth it for the produce.

I grab a few ingredients from the fridge to make him a nice sandwich with an everything bagel. I prepared everything quickly and put it in a small ziplock bag next to my purse. I heard Namjoon exiting our bedroom 15 minutes later, humming a sweet tune in his beautiful vibrato.

“Come on babe I already have the car warming up,” he said grabbing my hand and lightly pulling me next to him. He’s wearing a light brown shirt with a pair of distressed blue jeans. Looking as handsome as always I drink in his appearance for eternity. We walked to the elevator quietly, Namjoon tapping away on his phone until the elevator doors opened to be let us out.

As we walk towards our car I begin to sweat a little, the setting Sun still scorching my skin like its’ noonday twin. I started to speed up a little pulling Namjoon along so I could feel the relief of the A/C sooner than later. He swung the door open for me making sure my dress wasn’t in the way before shutting the door.

Namjoon jumps in quickly closing the door before the heat could penetrate the closed air. It still wasn’t cool enough in here, with the sun beaming directly on our vehicle the A/C felt like lukewarm hell. I let down the window hastily fanning myself as we pulled out of the parking lot.

After I few minutes of fanning and desperation, I looked over and behold a sight that would make any woman yearn in an instant. A head of sweat moved swiftly down the expanse of Namjoons golden jaw. Resting at the base before dropping down onto his slightly exposed shoulder. His lips rose colored from his unconscious biting. I wanted to reach over and swallow him whole, I crave him so bad I can’t help but squeeze my legs together at the thought.

I was so caught up in my sinful thoughts I didn’t notice him glance over at me. A twinkle in his eye set off the indication of a torturous idea. Namjoon placed his large hand on my thigh, causing me to tense up instantly. Before I could utter a word he reached over my leg and grabbed his sandwich from my lap.

His smile turning into a stifled laugh as he continued to stare straight ahead. I must have let out the small noise I was holding in because he seemed to know exactly what would tick me off right now. I turned my attention towards the windshield trying to focus on the passing cars and people watching. Then an idea popped into my head.

I pull out my phone and open the group chat I have with our 6 best friends. I stop and think of what to type before another brilliant idea is brought to me. I pose provocatively making sure my cleavage was “present,” in my photo. I took a couple of pictures, some with sunglasses and some staring at Namjoon. He patiently drove, oblivious to my sly intentions. He hummed along to one of his favorite songs looking over at me to shoot me a wink.

I giggled and looked away almost feeling bad for what I’m going to do. Yet not bad enough because I went ahead and sent the photos with a message. “Should I post these on my close friends? I don’t know if I look good enough today…” I said ending with a sad face. It didn’t take long for our phones to simultaneously vibrate. Secretly glancing over at Namjoon, I unlock my phone knowing he can’t check his until we’re in the lot.

Hobi ddaeng: You look great !! Of course, you should post it, Namjoon talk some sense into her.

Me: He’s driving right now. I didn’t ask for his opinion yet I want to hear you guys first :)

Park Chanel: ooooh…I see…

Park Chanel: If you don’t post the pictures I will! Wow wow you look beautiful. Nice..dress and necklace.

I looked down at my neck realizing I didn’t wear a necklace today. Oh Jimin you’re evil Namjoon is going to kill me and you. I laughed a little at his crude behavior and read the next incoming message.

Yoongi: You’re gonna get hit Jimin *laughing emojis*

Me: mmm just because you guys said so I will post it hehe

Before I could read the next response I felt the car shake as we pulled into the grocery store parking lot. I quickly went on my sns and posted two of the pictures on my close friends. Picking the two the boys liked the most. I was starting to get nervous, I know how possessive he is with me and I’m the same but I want revenge for making me frustrated.

Namjoon pulls into an open parking spot almost near the front of the bustling building. I take off my seatbelt with a click grabbing my purse from my lap and swinging the door open. I wanted to beat Namjoon inside before he could read the texts and catch me. As I hurriedly closed the door I saw him reading the messages, jaw tensing with rage.

I hear him call my name from the car and a slam of a car door followed behind the sound of his sexy voice. His long legs easily closing the space between us as he grabbed my hand, squeezing it while looking at me. I put my shades on ignoring his questions. Stroking the back of his hand as I never break eye contact with the automatic sliding doors.

“Can you get us a cart pet?” I froze at the nickname. He knows what he’s doing, and I don’t plan on breaking that fast. I let go of his hand briefly going to grab the first cart I saw. Cleaning the handle before strutting back over to my boyfriend as he eyed me intensely.

I let him grab the cart from me but not before pulling him down to whisper in his ear. “Anything for you Daddy..” I say in a hushed tone. Making sure to leave a kiss on his sensitive earlobe as I pull away.

I walk forward trying not to laugh at the silly nickname I used to get him riled up. He trailed behind me, failing to hide his blatant staring at my ass. We make our way down the aisles trying to speed up the process as people begin piling into the store.

“Joonie baby I can’t reach this,” I said struggling to reach the box of goldfish on the top shelf. He moved over to me in a flash, pressing his front flush against my back. I heard his breathing stop as I purposely pushed my ass against him.

“This one, this one, this one, or this one…” He trailed off purposely picking the wrong boxes to tease me. He finally grabbed the correct item and tossed it in the cart. Walking away as if he didn’t leave me speechless and flustered on the cracker aisle.

I follow him to the snack aisle after grabbing a few bottles of wine and champagne for our date tonight. The empty aisle presents another opportunity for me to assert my dominance. I walk over to the chips looking at them inquisitively as if I’m mocking a character.

“Honey do you want this kind or this kind?” I said while bending over. Making sure to sway slowly as I wait for an answer. “Babe? Which-“ I was cut short as a hand firmly grabbed my ass causing me to yelp in surprise and sit up straight.

“I want this one right here,” he growled in my ear. I turned around and looked at him, watching his eyes darken with hunger. “Let’s get outta here yeah?” He questioned looking into my eyes. I nodded furiously ready to exit this hell and get home to what’s waiting.

We race to the self-checkout line, scanning and bagging groceries like a 5000-dollar prize is awaiting the winner. Namjoon grabbed my hand after he paid and pulled me along with him as he pushed the basket with his other hand. He was so warm, skin clear and kissable. I wanted to pull him aside and cover him in kisses, not caring about the people around us.

Namjoon unlocks the car as we stop beside it. I move to walk around the cart but he stops me in my tracks. “Let me help you get the groceries in the car love,” I say looking confused at his sudden maneuver.

Unexpectedly, he opened the car door and motioned for me to get inside. I insisted again that I help but he gave me a look that I know better than to disobey. I got inside praying I didn’t anger him too much. I set myself up for this one, didn’t I? It’ll be worth it in the end right? Maybe I went a little too far with the texts but I can’t help but shiver with anticipation. I pull out my phone to text Jimin about my bad decisions.

Me: I think I fucked up lol

Park Chanel: you’re welcome ;)

Namjoon slams the trunk shut causing me to jump in surprise. I close my phone sitting it in the cup holder beside me. He gets in the car, jaw still tense as he turns the key in the ignition. I thought about breaking the silence but the tension was so thick a knife would recoil at the slight pressure of penetration. Namjoon puts on his seatbelt then proceeds to look at me.

“ I don’t want to hear another peep from you Y/N..” he starts lowly not breaking eye contact for a second. “You’ve done enough for tonight, if you do anything stupid I swear I will pull the car over and take you on the side of the road. I promise you wouldn’t want that.” He deadpans and looks away from me, pulling out of the parking spot. I utter a soft okay and prepare to behave the rest of the way home.

I slide my palm over to his free hand resting on his thigh. I stare firmly at him, giving my best puppy eyes in return. He doesn’t look away from the road but I watch as his lip twitches into a small smile. He grabs my hand, rubbing his large thumb over the back of my hand. In love can’t begin to describe how I truly feel about this man.

I laugh as he tries to sing along to Smoke Sprite, raspy voice blending well with Soyoon. I rap along to his part of the song, stealing the spotlight and making him bop his head in excitement. The song finishes and we’re about 10 minutes from our place. I check my phone and see a text from our group chat, making the recent grocery store escapades flash through my mind. I want him to touch me again, I like it when he’s desperate and needy for me.

Another terrible idea floods my brain accompanied by a mound of outcomes. I suddenly let go of Namjoons hand causing him to spare me a confused expression. A smile graced my face as I turned my body forward, grabbing the slit of my dress and opening it over my legs. I let my left hand run down the front of my dress, stopping at my panties hesitating even.

I slide my hand under the fabric immediately coming in contact with the soft skin. I dip my fingers and get to work. I began letting out dramatized moans and grunts. I moan Namjoon's name and furiously let my hand lose control. I looked over and saw Namjoon gripping the steering wheel in frustration. Sweat adorned his angelic face, veins prominent in his hands. I let this go on until we reached the last stop light near our apartment building. I sat up and closed my legs acting like I didn’t just masturbate next to my boyfriend in a moving car.

We pull into the lot entering our designated spot. Namjoon quietly turned off the engine and released a sigh that he seemed to have been holding in. He looks absolutely pissed and it’s so sexy. His erratic breathing only made me wetter by the second.

“You’re going to follow my instructions carefully. I don’t want to hear a word from you or tonight will be your worst fucking nightmare got it?” He questioned angrily letting his eyes trail over my body once more. I nodded too scared to move an inch more.

“Go upstairs, get undressed, wait in the middle of the bed. If you’re not in that spot when I come up there in 15 minutes, you better pray you can stop time.” He seethes hotly. “Yes sir,” I say scared and ready for more. He gets out of the car walks around and opens my door. He grabs my purse from my lap holding eye contact, his brown almond eyes dark and predatory.

“Go.” He states motioning for me to exit the vehicle. I get out swiftly, grabbing my purse from his hand and sprinting towards the entrance of the building. The elevator took an eternity to bring me to our floor. I ran to the door and shakily put in the passcode, messing up a few times before it finally let me in.

My shoes are off in a flash, I leave my purse by the door as well abandoning my shades on the counter as I run past to the stairs. I burst into our room, slipping my dress off. Almost fell as I grabbed my silk lavender robe hanging on the wall. I threw it on and climbed onto the bed. My anklet glowed in the natural light seeping through the parted curtains. The front door swung open slamming against the wall.

I heard shuffling, cabinets opening and closing for 10 more minutes before his heavy footsteps echoed through our hallway. He walked into the room eyeing me before raising an eyebrow. I started to sweat nervously hoping I did what I was told.

“Who told you to put on your robe Y/N?” He questioned in amusement. He slowly walked over to me, grabbing each side of the robe and ripping it open. He discarded it onto the floor and stalked around the bed, he stood at the front motionless. “On your knees in front of me, now.” He said and I immediately left the bed. I swung my legs over the side and dropped to my knees.

Namjoon watched me through lidded eyes as I crawled over to him on my knees, stopping directly in front of his growing bulge. I was quick to unlatch the hook of his buckle, the metal of the belt clinging as it hit the hardwood floors.

“I’ll excuse the robe mishap since you’re so eager to taste me doll face,” he said reaching down to grab my chin. A loud moan echoed through the room as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. He looked down at me, motioning his head back as if telling me to open up. I did as I was told and watched as he spit in my mouth and closed it back. He pulled his pants down and kicked them to the side.

“Good girl, now eat.” He said intensely. He hummed in satisfaction, eyes never leaving the way I wrapped my fingers around his cock and finally engulfed his length into the warmth of my mouth. I took him in slowly inch by inch, his girth heavy against my tongue as I extended my jaw wider and wider. I choked a little as he hit the back of my throat.

“You look so fucking gorgeous with your lips wrapped around me, pet,” his fingers tightened into my hair, his gaze stoic and heavy on me. Pet. The pet name earned a moan from me as I began a steady rhythm of sucking. My fingers were coated in a thick layer of saliva, Namjoon’s cock easily sliding against my pressured grip as my cheeks hollowed, jaw growing sore from my strenuous movements.

He groaned loudly, fucking my throat faster until I could no longer take it. I let my jaw go slack so he could use me as his personal toy. He grabbed my face and fucked it harder until I was seeing stars. A beautiful repetition of my name strung from his tongue, stilling as he came into my mouth. I happily swallowed every drop, coughing around his cock one last time, sending a shiver through his body.

“Good job, get on the bed I want to taste you. I can see you dripping on the floor,” he smirks as he picks me up and helps me onto the bed. He walks around and gets in the middle of the bed, watching me as I sit patiently waiting for instructions.

“Come here baby, sit on my face,” he motioned for me to come to him. I slowly crawled towards him, bracing myself on his lap. He kissed me roughly, tasting himself on my tongue, running his hand down to play with my chest. Nipples sensitive to the touch, he pulls away from me, taking my right breast in his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on me, teasing me. He pulled off with a pop, scooting further down the bed and then lifting me so I could move towards his face.

I place my hands on the headboard hovering over his face in anticipation. He suddenly grabs my thighs and pulls me down onto him. I scream out in pleasure as he dives into my center. Feverishly lapping his tongue at my pussy like it’s the last time he’ll have me. His moans send intense vibrations through my body, making me scream his name. We’ll have a noise complaint tomorrow.

I felt my orgasm coming on, riding his tongue until my legs were sore. He let go of my left thigh to slap my ass hard, signaling me to cum on his tongue. I came with a loud groan of his name. Shaking and twitching as I came down from my high.

Namjoon grabbed my hips, gently guiding me down to his lap. His face was covered in my essence, from nose to chin, he glistened like an Angel. He smiled and rubbed circles on my tummy as he watched me shake.

“Don’t think we’re done darling, I’m not finished until I see my cum dripping down your pretty legs.” He gave me one last smile before his eyes darkened once more. He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, sticking his girth fully inside me. I sank slowly, letting him fill me to the brim. Tears streamed down my cheeks loving the painful stretch in my core.

“Ride me until I say stop.” He deadpanned motioning for me to move or else. I started to ride him painfully slow, not being able to take much more. This was my opportunity to finally seize control. I picked up the pace, rhythmic grunts and sounds of skin slapping filled the room. I put my hands on his chest and let my hips do the talking.

I ground down harder, spelling his name with every swift motion of my hips. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, indicating he was close already. Now that I have control I’m going to make him feel everything he did to me. I moved faster, causing the bed to shake and tremble with every shout of his name.

He grabbed my hips trying to make me slow down but I only grind down harder. Clenching and tightening around him to send me him over the edge. I watched as his orgasm roared through him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I kept moving, milking everything from him. Getting closer to my orgasm, I let myself go with one last yell of his name.

Squeezing my eyes shut as I finally stilled. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, the bed creaking as I rolled off of him. Shivering as the empty feeling overtakes me when he’s not inside of me. “I hope I didn’t get too carried away,” I started while looking over at my completely wrecked boyfriend.

“That was perfect.” He said smiling over at me. He slowly stood up, going to our bathroom to retrieve a towel. He returned momentarily, cleaning me off and then cleaning himself. Throwing the towel in the hamper against the wall. I was so exhausted I could barely move. I got under our giant duvet, getting comfortable fairly quickly.

Namjoon glanced at me, nestled under the warm blankets, my eyes getting heavy with exhaustion. He promised me a special date night and he was determined to make it happen, even if he just put me to sleep. With a gentle smile, his aftercare continued.

“Hey, babe,” he whispered softly, brushing a strand of loose hair from my face. “I know you’re tired but I don’t want our date night to go to waste.”

I yawned in response and mumbled sleepily, “Joonie I’m so comfy right here.” Earning a chuckle from him, my reluctance seeped through the atmosphere. “I know, but trust me, you won’t regret it. I’ve got something in the living room set up for us.”

That caused me to sit up, curiosity overcoming my fatigue. “Oh? What is it?” I said carefully. “It’s a surprise, but I promise it’ll be worth it.” He said leaning in to plant a kiss on my forehead.

With his gentle encouragement, I reluctantly pushed the covers aside and allowed Namjoon to help me out of bed. He passed me the discarded robe and my slippers, and together we made our way to the living room.

Where soft candlelight flickered with a movie on the screen waiting to be played. As I settled onto the couch I couldn’t help but smile at the effort Namjoon had put into creating this romantic haven. A charcuterie board with our favorite snacks and 2 bottles of the wine we purchased earlier were on the coffee table.

Namjoon plopped down beside me, taking my hand in his. “See princess? Our date night in the living room isn’t so bad, is it?” He said grinning like he won the lottery. My fatigue began to dissipate as I basked in the warmth of Namjoon's love and effort. “Not bad at all,” I said, feeling grateful for his consistency and thoughtfulness.

“Let’s start the movie I’m so excited!” I exclaimed pumping my fist in the air embarrassingly hard. Namjoon laughed and mimicked me, making me laugh even harder than before. The first half of the movie went by as we stuffed our faces with food and downed wine like it was our last supper. I was starting to feel tipsy and before I knew it my thoughts started wandering again.

“Mmm, these snacks are-“ Namjoon started as he reached for the charcuterie board. I interrupted his thought by grabbing his hand. Namjoon looked at me puzzled, “huh?” He says in surprise. I move closer and settle onto his lap. “I want to be closer to you,” I said, hands resting on his toned chest.

Namjoon blinked at me, a tipsy smile forming on his lips, “Well I can’t argue with that pet.” I look into his eyes exploring the galaxies I can reach within them. “You know, I love nights like these, just you and me, a movie, some wine…” I rambled to him.

“Yeah, me too. It’s moments like this when I realize how lucky I am to have you in my life baby.” He said while lost in my eyes. Searching for something, something that he knows I have. I leaned in slowly, our lips almost touching, “I love you Namjoon.” I kissed him before he could respond. Feeling his emotions spill into our kiss. He pulled us apart gently, rubbing his hand on my cheek. “I love you too Y/N.”

He grabbed my face and captured my lips again. A thief that could do no wrong in my eyes, I deepened the kiss craving more of him. Needing to feel something more. I slowly began moving my hips on his thigh, grinding down onto the exposed skin, earning a guttural groan from his throat.

His hands moved down the side of my body, exploring every curve, touching every mark he left on me this evening. He landed on my hips, guiding me to my last orgasm with his strong hands. The air was hot once more, soft moans and sweet nothings penetrated the quiet.

The movie is long forgotten, the candlelight coating the walls in a beautiful golden glow. I felt my orgasm building quickly, still sensitive from the earlier assault on my clit. Namjoon began bouncing his leg, adding more pressure on my center, and sending me over the edge.

I kiss him one last time before I fall fast asleep on him.

The end.

[buffygiles]

tumblr user buffygiles' buffy/giles fic rec

hi, friends. i know i said i'd do this last week but i am nothing if not a procrastinator. i've come across some wonderful works throughout my years in and out of the fandom, so i wanted to compile them into a easily read post (for my own future reference, as well as anyone who might come across this in the future and find it helpful). in order to keep everyone's dash clean, i'll be putting the recs under a read more. lastly, if there are any fics you love that you don't see on this list, feel absolutely free to send them to me so i can read them and then add them to this post! there are over 2k bg fics on ao3 and i've only just barely scratched the surface of them. not to mention the og ones on ff.net. i'm always excited about new material to read.

rec format: fic title by author (rating letter, word count) - synopsis [my own personal thoughts/ramblings]

so! in no particular order:

I Need A Bad Idea by Skyson (WIP E, 550k) - Giles finds Buffy after she’s run away into the city, and instead of a scolding and dragging her back home, he supports her. They spend a few days together, reaffirming their bond and their friendship, forging a new and more mature respect between them. In the months to follow, that has a ripple effect on how they handle the coming events in their lives. [starting out very strong here. this fic was recommended to me just a few weeks ago in the bg discord server and i happily let it take over my life for a few days. if you're looking for something long to throw yourself into for a bit, this one is perfect!]

Friends and Lovers by LadyRa (M, 30k) - An AU story of what happens if Angelus didn't kill Jenny, and how that affects, over time, the relationship between Buffy and Giles. [there's going to be a LOT of LadyRa on this rec post. i have found so much joy in their work and the way they write both buffy and giles. this fic in particular was so so cute. i love them being absolutely obsessed with each other and i love meddling joyce having to nudge them to realize their feelings.]

A Different Life by LadyRa (M, 47k) - Buffy is given the opportunity to make a wish. Then she is told she must undo it and give up the life she always wanted. [this fic didn't hit me until the day after i read it and i couldn't stop thinking about it all throughout work that i came home and reread it. i think it's so beautifully written and i love curator giles so much. someone asked me to point out soulmate au fics so if that was you, here's one!]

A Day of Surprises by littleotter73 (T, 7k) - When his niece finds herself without a babysitter, she asks Giles to step in and take care of her daughter for the day, only Giles has no experience with babies. Thankfully he has a very helpful Slayer with babysitting experience. [was in the mood for a cute fluffy baby fic and thats exactly what this is]

Moral Flexibility by LadyRa (E, 11k) - Giles gets turned into a vampire.  He’s ready to take over Sunnydale now, with Buffy at his side. [i am begging BEGGING any writers who might see this to write more vampire!giles. everything i wanted from an undead watcher. this is a good quick smutty read if you're on the hunt for one.]

Candy Man by gilesbabe (T, 23k) - Ripper turns Buffy's world upside down. [can never go wrong with a band candy au, and i personally will never ever have enough of ripper]

Second Chances by LadyRa (M, 19k) - Giles dies. Ethan brings him back, but he’s not the Giles Buffy knew. [the mixture between giles and ripper here is incredible. man of buffys dreams and honestly mine as well]

Into The Dark Ages by Sadbhyl (E, 33k) - Visiting London after her stay in Italy, Buffy makes a wish that takes her back in time. In this time, her boyfriend is Ethan Rayne, and his partner in crime Ripper seems to have a certain claim on her attention as well. [I have many mixed feelings about this one. i loved the relationship of the three of them, i will always love any glimpses of both ripper and ethan, plus the smut was great. my only downside was that i didn't love the ending. so it's on my list of rec's for everything but the ending! still totally worth the read for the rest of the story though. consider this me begging writers to also write more multi-chapter fics for giles/buffy/ethan]

With Arms Wide Open by jaybird023 (WIP 280k, E) - It's been a few weeks since Sunnydale sunk into the desert leaving all of the Scooby gang up in the air at what to do with their lives. Buffy's decided to settle down with Dawn in Rome, trying to live her own life, and forget about the things that have gone wrong between her and Giles. Just as she's settling into a routine working for the Italy branch of the new Watchers Council she finds out she's pregnant. There's only one problem… she hasn't had sex since over a year before the potentials started showing up at her door in Sunnydale! [no spoilers but the home giles builds for them all <3 i wont ever recover!!! again, to the person who asked: definitely a soulmate au!]

One Wish by LadyRa (M, 16k) - For revenge, Ethan makes a flippant wish of Buffy’s come true. [great hurt/comfort read. TW: mentions of SA but no actual SA]

And It Shall Come to Pass by LadyRa (M, 52k) - The Council wants a Slayer again at its beck and call and Buffy's not interested. Will Giles pay the price? [it was fun to read an evil faith one (as much as i love her!!) and i would also consider this one to be a soul bond au]

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and as im finishing up, im realizing this is mostly a shrine to LadyRa's writing. please like and reblog if you've found this rec helpful, and again, if theres any fic you think i should check out please send it my way. happy reading!

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Love of my life

Synopsis…. Read on to find out(;

Cuteness overload!!!

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

The stars shone brightly blending in perfectly with the lanterns that gently floated up into the sky looking like a perfect scene from tangled…. It was beautiful… your eyes glinting as you peered up at the sky in awe. It was truly beautiful, too beautiful to explain. It was literally like a painting. A moving painting, it was perfection. Your eyes turned to look to Harry who held a lighter “ready baby?” He spoke with a small smile and you nodded holding onto the lantern as he placed the lighter underneath the lantern watching as a flame soon engulfed the material “let go in three… one, two, three!” His hand raised with yours as you both let go of the lantern your eyes following the glowing lantern as it floated up into the sky beautifully, blending in with the other lanterns cheers and happiness coming from the people all around you, Harry’s hand resting on the small of your back as he too peered up at the sky the beautiful orange hue of the lanterns making the night sky even more gorgeous.

Harry’s green eyes soon moved down to look at you admiring you as you stared up at the sky, and he smiled continuing to admire you as you soon turned around keeping your head up “look at that one Harry… they’re all creating a heart” you spoke with a happy smile pointing up at the sky, Harry murmuring a soft response but he barely focused on it too entranced with you. He soon took your wonderment as an advantage, reaching into his pocket as he lowered himself down onto one knee other people around you spotting the moment but keeping quiet with excitement glowing in their eyes— waiting for you to catch on to the moment. Harry held the small ring box in his hand, the ring a glowing amber colour which matched the ring he often wore. The ring you always complimented.

His smile was bright and happy as he peered at you “y/n” his tone was gentle, a soft chuckle leaving his lips knowing your attention was truly on the lanterns in the sky “sweetheart… y/n… my love..” he spoke more tenderly, reaching his free hand out to touch the small of your back and eventually you turned around mouth open to comment on something that soon became a blur of nothingness your hands cupping around your mouth as you peered down at your boyfriend eyes wide “oh my god!” Tears sprung to your eyes your hands trembling and Harry smiled at you keeping his eyes on you, people around you starting to pay attention an older couple holding each other as they smiled, a young girl watching the moment certainly commenting about the fact that it looked like a scene from the “princess movie” and other women and men looking on the moment with true fondness, smiles kind and excited. Your hands continued to tremble tears spilling down your cheeks as you let out a strangled sob

“Y/n Y/l/n…” he stretched his hand out grasping onto your hand watching as tears crept down your cheeks “will you marry me?” His voice was tender and loving and you nodded your head frantically “yes! Yes! Oh my god!” You then jumped into his arms wrapping your arms around him almost knocking him down in the process but he caught himself a soft chuckle leaving his lips before he pulled back momentarily guiding the ring onto your finger before he wrapped his arms around you tightly again, gently spinning you around in his embrace as multiple people took photos of the both of you the lanterns flying high in the sky behind you your arms clung around his neck “I love you so much” he murmured into the crook of your neck “I love you so much too Harry…” he then pulled back grasping onto your face in his hands before he leaned in kissing you deeply and he smiled softly knowing you were truly the love of his life. Always. Bonded forever.

[mint-yooxgi]

Ooo, never participated in asking for drabbles!

Watching Mingi getting dressed after a shower please!

Thank you for opening up for these requests! 💜

The sound of the bathroom door clicking open draws your attention from the pages of the book you're currently reading. Just as you're about to avert your gaze back to the words on the paper before you, Mingi steps out in a towel, and nothing but a towel.

You swallow thickly, but luckily, he doesn't seem to notice.

Shifting slightly in your spot, you adjust the angle you're reading your book in. You're already on your stomach, but now, you have the book raised in one hand while the other supports your head. The perfect angle to sneak glances at your boyfriend as he gets changed.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately for you, he seems to have already slipped on his briefs for the moment.

His back is to you, and you cannot help but shamelessly roam your eyes over the musculature presented to you. Faintly, you can see tiny red trails littering his skin, crisscrossing along his shoulders.

You smirk, subconsciously tapping your nails against the side of your cheek as you continue to prop yourself up.

"Darlin', have you seen my shirt?" He turns to you, and you're quirk to dart your gaze back to the page.

"Which one?" You hum, acting coy as you drag your attention to him for what appears to be the first time.

"The dark green button up?" He replies, walking over to the one side chair in the room and grabbing his black jeans off of it. "You know. The one you like so much."

Recognition flashes behind your eyes, a shiver nearly racing down your spine. Only, his next movements nearly have you forgetting to respond.

Slowly, Mingi pulls one leg on, followed by the other. He turns to the side slightly as he shimmies his jeans on, the material clinging beautifully to his toned thighs. What truly makes your mouth water is the way his ass is now accentuated by the waistband just beneath it. Though, that's not the only thing.

Subtly, your eyes dart to the bulge peeking out on the opposite side. Your legs raise into the air behind you, ankles crossed as you observe the beautiful man before you.

You swallow thickly, book now laying forgotten on top of the bed. "It's in the closet."

After what feels like hours of him teasing you, he finally slips his jeans over the rest of his lower torso. The sound of the zipper being pulled up snaps you out of your all too vivid thoughts of immediately stripping him back out of those tight pants.

"Thanks, Darlin'," he smiles, moving over to the bed to place a quick kiss onto the skin of your forehead before trailing off into the closet.

As soon as he's out of sight, you feel as if you can finally breath again.

Truly, this beautiful man will be the death of you some day. From the way he walks back out of the closet, shirt still unbuttoned and smirk pulling gently at his features, you know he knows it, too.

[girlwholikestoread]

My least favorite to My favorite books I read in 2023

24. May The Best Man Win by Z.R. Ellor: I wanted to like this book so badly, I really did but this is probably the only book I read this year that I didn’t like. The story is about Jeremy Harkisis who is a transgender cheerleader and his ex-boyfriend Lukas who is the all-star football player; the two exes are both trying to earn the title of Homecoming King. Honestly I loved the idea of this story just wasn’t a fan of the direction. First I did like Jeremy for most of the book, honestly his attitude towards Lukas in the beginning of the book made me not want to root for them and he just seems so mean and selfish, I understand that was the point and usually I don’t mind reading about characters who are mean and selfish but learns their lesson at the end but, Jermey was just so unnecessary cruel to his friends despite all of them showing him support and kindness. I liked Lukas a lot and honestly he was the only reason I had any motivation to finish this book and I thought the ending was cute. Overall a big let down and Lukas deserve so much better.

23. Radiant Black, Vol. 3: Rogues’s Gallery: It was the first book I read this year because my brother insisted I read it. It was fine, I’m personally not a huge fan of the series but I think the story is pretty good. Overall I gave it 3 stars on GoodReads so not bad.

22. Blackwater by Jeannette Arroyo and Ren Graham: So this book was different…not in a bad way. I actually really liked this book but this went in a direction I did not expect. So the story about Tony Price who is a popular high school track star and a quiet boy named Eli Hirsch who has a chronic autoimmune disorder become unlikely friends. Seems like your standard romance, except it’s not. Eli has a special ability to see ghosts and most recently he’s been seeing a ghost of a fisherman, while that happens Tony gets bitten by a werewolf-like creator which turns him into one. The story was alright, I was a bit confused at times but I still mostly enjoyed it. The romance was also lacking. Tony and Eli have a few cute moments together but I wish there were more, and I wished there were more interactions between the side characters and the main character. Overall Loved the spooky art style, I would recommend this for Halloween.

21. The Black Flamingo by Dean Atta: I Devoured this book, I couldn’t put this down because I was so invested. The story is about our main character Micheal who throughout the book will grow up and start questioning his sexuality, gender expression, and his relationships. The story is formatted like a poem which I really liked. Seeing Micheal throughout his life from his adolescent years to his adult years, seeing him grow and form meaningful relationships was such a great reading experience. Overall beautifully written story, I hope Micheal and Kieran ended up together.

20. Husband Material by Alexis Hall: This book was great. I loved Boyfriend Material and immediately bought Husband Material once I finished the first book because I needed to know what was next for Luc and Oliver. This book did great continuing the story of all the couples from the first book, and showing that Luc and Oliver were made for each other. I especially liked Luc's shitty ex-boyfriend from college. I really wanted more information about that relationship and seeing Oliver stand up for his parents was so satisfying…but then the ending happened. Honestly I liked the ending, I thought it fit Luc and Oliver who always has an unconventional relationship so them deciding marriage isn’t for them makes sense, I just wasn’t a fan of the execution of them making that decision. Overall much like Sherk 2 perfect squeal.

19. The Princess and the Grilled Sandwich by Deya Muniz: This book is so fucking cute! I loved the characters, I loved the artstyle, I loved the cheese pun, I loved everything! This book is about Lady Camembert and how her before she passed wanted her to marry so she can get her inheritance and rights to her father kingdom, which could only be given to a man and he only had one daughter; she decided to disguise herself as a man and inherent everything but is forced to live a low-profile in order to not lose everything. However she breaks this rule and goes to a ball hosted by Princess Bri, they form a friendship and slowly start falling for each other; the only issue is that Bri believes that Camembert is a man. This story was cute, fun, engaging, and the ending was perfect! Overall I devoured this book like a grilled cheese sandwich.

18. Sorry Bro by Taleen Voskuni: This book was so good! This book is about Nareh who after ending her relationship with her boyfriend who, while wasn’t a bad person just wasn’t for her, decided she wants to explore her options dating with both men and women. During this she meets Erebuni and she becomes her wingwoman and helps her find a new guy or girl. However during this they both start following each other, with Nareh falling hard first. The book was great, it was a bit slow and I personally didn’t find her issues at work a compelling subplot but thought everything else great. I loved Erebuni and thought she was so sweet and understanding and like Nareh and her mom talk after she came out. Overall Sweet and Sapphic

17. I wish you all the best by Mason Deaver: This was the first book I read with a Non-Binary MC. We follow Ben De Backer who on Christmas day decides to come out to their parents as Non-Binary, this however doesn’t go as planned and they end up kicked out of their home on Christmas and have to call their estranged sister Hannah and her husband Thomas who they haven’t met yet. This leads to them having to live with her and start a new school where they meet Nathan Allan and start a friendship. This book made me cry a few times. Ben goes through a lot in a short period of time. Building a relationship with their sister, trying to make new friends, and figure out how they feel about their parents. This book is amazing and Ben and Nathan's relationship is so pure and it’s hard to find sweet innocent romantic connections in books nowadays but Ben and Nathan were so sweet. Overall this book felt like a hug on paper.

16. I’ll Be Home For Christmas by Mason Deaver: We loved a Christmas squeal! This takes place once Ben and Nathan have graduated and Nathan is attending college while Ben is taking time off school and living with roommates. Ben flys to Hannah house for Christmas Eve and plans to bring a surprise for Nathan by bringing his dog back home. Unfortunately their perfect gift plan ended up blowing up in their face when it snowed in and flights started being canceled. This short story is very sweet and does a great job showing us how Nathan and Ben are now. Ben’s determination to bring Nathan his beloved dog was so sweet and the ending was the perfect ending. Overall Ben and Nathan are a couple goals.

15. Ocean’s Echo by Everina Maxwell: I loved space adventures with a hint of romance, it’s one of my favorite combos. This book was written by the same author of Winter Orbit and it takes place in the same universe, however this isn’t a sequel since Kiem and Jainan aren’t mentioned and we have new main characters. In this book we follow Tennal, an absolut flirt who is constantly getting himself in trouble and Surit a Lieutenant who is very by-the-book. After Tennal gets himself in trouble yet again he’s forced to join the military where he meets Surit and they are forced to work together and forced to sync; and syncing is a type of merging of the minds. However Surit doesn’t want to sync because Tennal has made it clear he doesn’t want to be controlled. This leads to them coming up with a plan to get Tennal out of the military while keeping Surit rank. While this is happening they start slowing noticing a power struggle within the military. This book had me on the edge of my seats and I couldn’t stop listening, the romance wasn’t much which is fine because the overall plot was so intriguing it made up for the lack of romance. Overall Space politics are confusing but in a fun way.

14. Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall: This is the funniest book I read all year. Hands down. Boyfriend Material is about Luc O’Donnell who is the child of two retired rockstars and because of this he’s constantly in the spotlight and usually for all the wrong reasons. Wanting to clear his image he needs to find a perfect boyfriend, which he does with a successful educated man named Oliver Blackwood. They enter a fake dating situation which benefits them both. Luc and Oliver's relationship moved along so naturally and Luc is so funny. All the side characters were great too and while I knew what the ending was gonna be I was still surprised on how it ended. Overall UK comedy is undefeated.

13. She Gets the Girl by Racheal Lippincott, Alyson Derrick: Sapphic slow-burns are perfect for the summer. In this story we follow Alex Blackwood who has lots of issues both in her family and her dating life and Molly who has a close relationship with her family but never had a real date or relationship. The two are polar opposites but come together to help each other out, Alex helps Molly get with her long time crush Cora Myers and it helps Alex prove to her ex that she’s a better person. Molly and Alex are so cute together, Alex encouraging Molly to come out of her shell was really sweet, and I related to Molly a lot. Overall Sweet, Sapphic, and I want to learn how to roller skate

12. Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli: This book was so cute. In this we follow Imogen Scott who is a huge Ally and very involved in queer media. She visits her best friend Lili who’s thriving in college making new queer friends and everything is great…except Lili told a small lie saying that her and Imogen are ex’s and that Imogen is bi. Not wanting to make her friend seem like a liar she plays along, however while doing that she starts falling for Tessa, who is one of Lili's new friends. Imogen is such a sweetheart and one of my favorite main characters, The cover is also one of my favorites this year. Overall “I’m not homophobic, I’m an Ally”

11. A Mark on My Soul by Jordon Greene: This is the only book I read that didn’t have a happy ending. In this we follow Noah who decides to come out as gay to his friends, family, and publically online. When this happens he gets a message from a “secret admirer” which turns out to be his best friend Parker who’s in the closet. This book ripped my heart in half and ended up sobbing my eyes out. I already knew how Parker's story ended because I accidentally spoiled the ending for myself but despite that I grew so attached to Parker and wanted him to be happy. This book was a hard read for me but I loved it so much. Overall Parker deserves better!

10. The Long Run by James Acker: Ngl I almost DNF this book. I didn’t like the first 3 chapters and since I was listening to this book on audible I also wasn’t a big fan of Sandro’s VA, but chapter 4 is where I truly got invested and I’m so glad I keep reading because I ended up loving this book. In this story we follow Bash and Sandro, who are both finishing their last year of High School and after kissing at a Party they form a friendship. This is a true slowburn because even though they kissed in the beginning they stay mostly platonic and do “dude-bro” stuff. I also love that Bash never makes the fact he’s Bi a big deal, he just accepts that he fell for a guy and doesn’t care. Sandro and Bash are so cute together and I loved them so much. Overall Bash the Flash and the Italian Yeti are my OTP

9. Time Out by Sean Hayes, Todd Milliner, Carlyn Greenwald: I found out a lot of people don’t like this book and it honestly breaks my heart. In this we follow Barclay who's basically a sport legend in his school, at least he was until he decided to come out very publicly and the reception wasn’t what he was anticipating, because of this he leaves the Basketball team and help his friend Amy with school related politics where he also meets Christopher and together they help the voiceless have a voice. Barclay and Christopher's relationship is so sweet and wholesome I loved reading about them watching movies and kissing goodnight. I love non-sexual intimacy. Barclay is also great, he’s really kind and understanding given the circumstances of everything that happened to him. Overall everyone on GoodReads is wrong.

8. Snowflake Kisses by Jordon Greenee, Yayira Dzames: Skylar and Jacob are back! In this book we follow Skylar and Jacob who are spending their first Christmas together. Honestly this book is just vibes, no big conflicts, no third act breakup, no Jacbo’s dad, just pure sugary vibes. Seeing Skylar and Jacob have snowfighters, cuddle in the car, and get each other thoughtful gifts, everything was just so nice. Skylar's parents were also great and seeing them treat Jacob like family made my heart skip a beat. Plus I loved art. Yayira Dzames did an amazing job capturing the characters. Overall My favorite Christmas comic.

7. Iris Kelly Doesn’t Date by Ashley Herring Blake: Small confession, I wasn’t a big fan of Iris in the first two books (Delilah Green Doesn’t Care and Astrid Parker Doesn’t Fail). However I ended up liking her a lot at the end of this book. In this we follow Iris who has given up on dating and sticking to casual hook-ups after her two failed relationships. Unfortunately for Iris who’s a romance author she suffered from writer's block and needed to find inspiration. We also follow Stevie, a struggling actress with anxiety issues trying to get her big break while helping her ex keep her community theater studio open. When Stevie finds herself in a web of lies her and Iris start a fake relationship, this helps Stevie prove to her friends that she doesn’t need her feeling protected and helps Iris find inspiration for her needed book; they of course start actually falling for each other. Iris and Stevie have amazing chemistry throughout the book and I loved how patient Iris is with Stevie when it comes to sex and intimacy. The consent checks and making sure they both enjoyed each other was so hot. Stevie such as sweetheart and I related to her when it comes to how she views sex and her anxiety and Iris is great too. Overall Stevie has my whole heart.

6. The Sun and Star: A Nico di Angelo Adventure by Rick Riordan, Mark Oshiro: Fun fact I didn’t read any Percy Jackson books before this but I liked this anyways. We follow Nico di Angelo the son of Hades and his boyfriend Will Solace the son of Apollo as they travel through the underworld to find their friend Bob who was left behind in Hades Realm. Despite not reading anything Percy Jackson related I loved his adventure, Nico and Will bounce off each other perfectly and I wish there were more books where the main couple are already together because seeing these boyfriends act like boyfriends made my heart flutter. It was such a fun ride from beginning to end and I enjoyed it so much. Overall I should read Percy Jackson.

5. The First to Die at the End by Adam Slivera: This book destroyed me…so 5 stars. This is a prequel of They Both Die at the End, in this book we follow the first ever Decker and see Death-Cast go live for the first time. In this we follow Orion Pagan who lost his parents young and suffers from a deadly heart condition and while he has big dreams for his future he doesn’t see himself living long enough to achieve those dreams and we also follow Valentino Prince who moves to New York with his twin sister to start his molding career, however that’s cut short when he gets the call at midnight. I cried like 4 times reading this book, it was amazing. All the side characters were great and I love multiple POV’s in books. Overall I need more Death-Cast books.

4. Astrid Parker Doesn’t Fail by Ashley Herring Blake: Jordan Everwood is hands down my favorite character. This is the second book in the Bright Falls series and I couldn’t wait to read this one. We follow Astrid who just ended her engagement and is trying to focus on work, we also follow Jordan who helps her grandmother renovate her inn to avoid having to sell. After a not so great first interaction they find themselves working together to fix the inn for a reality tv show. As they work together they start to get to know each other and open up to each other about their family, relationships, and jobs. I loved Astrid in the first book and was so excited to see her story continue and I loved her and Jordan's connection. Overall “You deserve a destiny Jordan Everwood”.

3. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid: This book was so good! In this we follow Monique who has just been assigned to write the autobiography about famous Hollywood Icon Evelyn Hugo and her glamorous and scandalous life. Evelyn is probably the most complex character I’ve read this year, out of all the characters she felt the most human, she made mistakes and did things she regretted but also had moments of kindness and had to make really tough choices. I liked Monique however if I had to change anything I wish we focused on her more, but what we have is great. Overall I need this to be a movie.

2. Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo: This book has amazing writing, I stayed engaged the whole time and couldn’t stop listening. We follow Lily Hu who is a seventeen year old Chinese American living in ChinaTown. This story takes place in 1954 when the red-scare was a big threat for Chinese Americans. Due to this Lily faces many problems, her father may be deported, her friend group is changing, and she starts developing feelings for other women especially her friend Kath. She and Kath start going to an underground lesbian club called the Telegraph Club. This book was so good, I can barely put it into words. Overall Speechless

1. The Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas: I loved this book! I knew this was gonna be number one because this was the only book I’ve ever dreamt about after reading. In this we follow Teo, a seventeen year old trans son of Quetzal who finds himself in a century old battle to the death. Teo has no training and is convinced he will not make it out alive. I adore everything about this book, the comedy, the characters, the world building, and the plot twist left me speechless. I cannot wait for part 2! Overall I already miss Teo, Niya, Sol, and Aurelio.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Cuddles (8) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

a new state of mind (ao3) - sunflowerwitches

Summary: the morning of dan's thirtieth birthday

A Sleepless Night With Phil (ao3) - Not_Dans_Secret_Account

Summary: A jet-lagged Sleepless Night With Phil

and they were (not) roommates (ao3) - dakogutin

Summary: dan wakes up in the hufflepuff dorms

Come home (ao3) - minev

Summary: Domestic, so beautifully domestic. It's the simple things in life. The dancing on the balcony, the kissing in front of the Christmas tree, the cuddles from behind and doing the washing together. These things make life so enjoyable. Sometimes the simple things in life make you realise why you’re still living.

comforts of home (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil always feel cozy and content when they visit the north. Especially after it’s been almost two years.

(Or, them snuggling in Phil’s parents’ guest room bed and reflecting on life.)

do you feel it too? (ao3) - heartsopenminds

Summary: A bad break-up has left Phil scared of getting his heart broken again. He’s not ready to date, but he’s missing the easy affection of a long-term relationship.

Cuddle therapy might be the perfect way to get what he needs, with no strings attached. But what happens when that’s no longer enough?

go your own way (I'd give you my world) (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: “I’m Dan,” said Dan.

Phil could not look away from him. He thought that Dan was probably the prettiest boy he had ever seen. “I’m Phil,” he said back, because it was polite to introduce oneself to people, otherwise they would remain a stranger. “Phil Lester.”

And so they became friends.

or: a Forrest Gump AU where Phil slowly falls for his best friend as the years go by, but Dan loses himself to the world and his past.

good things (ao3) - lyricallyharley

Summary: Dan can't sleep, so he indulges Phil in some late night cuddles and a little game.

Hold me in the darkness (ao3) - Archive (Curlylinguist)

Summary: Even after the move, Dan still gets anxiety dreams about Norman. Fortunately, as always, Phil is there to comfort him.

It's home (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: A day in the life of Dan and his smitten ice-cream vendor boyfriend Phil, living on the coast of Connemara, Ireland

Lazy Cuddles (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: a fic based on the lazy days comic by usagi!

Of Racing Hearts and Weighted Blankets (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil wakes up with anxiety coursing through his body and finds that Dan is a pretty good weighted blanket.

Other (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Phil’s journey of being gay except it’s completely made up by me

soft (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Phil still can't really believe how soft the material of his Tarot shirt is. He can't really believe how good it looks on Dan.

Together Again (ao3) - LivingVicarioslyThroughDaydreams

Summary: This is Dan’s moment, and Phil is more than happy to let him have this time. So when Dan calls every night, gushing with energy and excitement, Phil doesn’t tell him how he wants to be with him, how he misses him so much. He only smiles and laughs along and tells Dan how proud of him he is.

But now Dan is coming home, back to him. He almost feels selfish with how excited he is. Today though, he’ll allow it. Dan has had his time to find himself, but today: today will be just for them. Together again.

(Phil's perspective on missing Dan and being reunited with him)

We balance each other out on the seesaw of life (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil had dragged Dan to Isle of Man after his return home from tour. The sea air would do him good (even if it gave him hobbit hair) and he could be surrounded by Phil's family (who were his family too). He hadn’t actively planned to drag him onto a seesaw on a playground but it turned out to be a precious moment all the same.

Welcome home! (never leave that long again) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes home from tour and stumbles right into Phil’s arms. He is more touch starved than he’d realised.

When Jokes Go Too Far (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: "i hate men but i want them to touch me"

- actual Dan on twitter

so this fic is based on that lmao

When You Leave Me (I'm Not Going Anywhere) (ao3) - fisshhhh

Summary: Sometimes the thoughts are just too much. Sometimes Dan breaks. Sometimes he finds himself drowning on the kitchen floor, unwilling to ask for help and too insecure to think that anyone would want to help him anyway. Luckily, Phil loves him.

Set in 2009 or early 2010, shortly after they met.

Basically, Dan has a panic attack and Phil is there for him. A little dark but with a fluffy ending.

[gardenofbookworms]

week #12 recommendation: rose

Better Than the Movies by Lynn Painter

▪︎ romance novel ▪︎

who's that one really, really, really annoying kid in your neighborhood? that one kid who hides a severed lawn gnome's head in an oh-so-pleasant place for you to find, drags a tire to your favorite parking spot so you have to park somewhere further away, puts tape on your windshield, etc etc.

for liz buxbaum, that's wes bennett. as a senior in high school, liz just wants to live her life and make all the Memories Every Senior Should Have. her childhood crush, michael, has just moved back into the neighborhood, and she's determined to go to prom with him. who cares about wes bennett, anyway? he's not boyfriend material... right? but there's just a little hitch. michael still thinks of liz as the quirky little girl he grew up with—"little liz." and he's never going to ask her out to prom with that mindset. there's only one solution: make. him. jealous. and who better than liz's annoying neighbor to act as her fake, perfectly lovable boyfriend? but as liz is forced to spend more and more time with wes... well, what else happens in an enemies-to-lovers type book?

▪︎

i adored this book. it's a beautifully set up enemies-to-lovers, and there's nothing better to accompany a rainy day and a cup of tea. you can tell from the beginning how frustrated (and oblivious) liz is, and how head-over-heels wes is. there are so many funny moments, so many ridiculous plot points. but not in a bad way—painter does a really good job of showing the reader how even wes' most absurd pranks drive liz absolutely insane. overall, a wonderfully lighthearted, quick read, perfect for a lazy day.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

biggest apology for it taking me a billion years to write this!! I’m so so sorry… but thank you for tagging me!! I hope you enjoy this fic 🤭🤭

title: the dancer and the angel

pairing: grayson hawthorne x (first person) reader

synopsis: lyra kane is getting a little to close to your boyfriend for your liking and it’s really starting to bother you

parts: part 2 part 3 part 4

warnings: CONTAINS SPOILERS TO TGG!!!

a/n: thanks for reading 🤍🤍

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My dress is the colour of blood, laid out on my bed for me. Avery hadn’t let me see it or given me any clues as to what it might look like. ‘All part of the game’ she’d sing song whenever I’d asked. She has kept me in the dark about this year’s grandest game because I’m with Grayson. It was nothing personal, she and I both knew I couldn’t keep a secret from Grayson even if I wanted to.

The dress is stunning, silky reams of crimson flowed down like melted rubies. It’s so smooth and fluid with a slit running up the left side, that I approximate might end at my upper thigh. Avery has really outdone herself this year. Beside the glorious gown lay a mask of the same colour as an expensive Cabernet Sauvignon, not too extravagantly decorated. There were glistening rubies adorning one side, reaching desperately to the other that was left plain. I’m in love. I then also notice a pair of heals, matching in a patent deep cherry red to tie the look together.

I run my fingers over the material of the dress taking it all in. It’s so soft and delicate yet so bold and daring at the same time. I slip it on. The sizing was concerningly perfect. It’s like every inch of frantic has been tailored completely to my body. The dress beautifully clinging to every curve of my body, accentuating all the right places. The bold red brought out the colour of my eyes and stood out against my skin, making my complexion pop just that little bit more. I could honestly say I’d never felt like more of a princess. It was like that reveal moment in the disney movie that every little girl dreamed would happen, was finally happening.

I leave my hair loose and natural, partly because I can’t be bothered to do anything with it and partly because I think it complimented the dress. Though I still fiddle around with it, debating whether that’s the best idea. Just as I’m adjusting some jewellery on there’s a soft knock at the door.

“Are you ready love?”

Grayson. My Grayson Hawthorne. His voice send a wave of warmth through my body.

“Almost,” I call

“There’s no rush,” he reassures me quickly.

I smile to myself as I slip on the heels, having a Cinderella and Goldilocks moment all in one as they fit just right.

“You can come in,” I say, with a small laugh.

He pushes the door open and stares me. His pupils dilating so his recognisable gray was devoured by a sea of black. He stands there. Frozen almost, his expression hard to read.

“You’re not saying anything,” I blurt out, “is it because it looks bad because-“

“I’m speechless,” he murmurs, “how can someone be this beautiful?”

My cheeks darken, nearly to match the colour of my dress.

“You really think so?” I ask shyly, feeling a little self conscious all of a sudden.

“Of course sweetheart,” he says walking towards me and taking me into his arms, “the only reason I didn’t say anything was because I couldn’t find any word to describe your level of perfection.”

I’m a little taller now with the heels but still not nearly as tall as Grayson.

“You have got to stop doing that?” I smile, my hands cupping his cheeks

“What?” he asks, head tilted to the side.

“That thing with your words, how do you make me feel like that with words, it’s not fair,” I pout, as his arms curl around my waist.

“And how do you make me feel like that by just looking at you,” he says, “I think that’s even more unfair.”

I giggle, “you’re doing it again.”

“And so are you,” he replies seductively, “how do I look?”

“Alright,” I tease, a smile dancing on my lips.

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh?” he asks

“Only joking, you look as gorgeous as usual,” I smile, “is this a new suit?”

“Mhmm,” he hums in response.

“Designer?” I say, adjusting my arms around his neck

He chuckles a little, “do you even know me?”

“Right stupid question, of course,” I laugh, “will it be added to the collection?”

“Once I take it off,” he shrugs

I shoot him a flirty look, “oooo I like the sound of that.”

A slight pink tints his cheeks before he composed himself and murmurs, “patience is the name of the game.”

“Patience is also boring and you know what can kill you?” I say, “…boredom.”

“Later,” he whispers, “I promise.”

“We should make these kinds of promises more often,” I grin, our faces only inches from one another’s.

“I agree,” he says, a smile outlining his lips

“We have to go down and meet the others now,” I groan as he presses his forehead against mine.

“Shame,” he mumbles, “I could just stand here staring at you for the rest of the night.”

I chuckle lightly, trying to conceal the rising heat in my face that he could probably feel. I reach down and pick up the mask tentatively between my two hands.

“Allow me,” he smiles, gently lifting the bejewelled mask to my face.

He brings it up to my eyes and sets it to balance on my nose, before he ties the scarlet ribbon to attach it. I can feel as his fingers brush the back of my neck, tickling me slightly.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmurs, coming back to face me.

“My turn,” I whisper, delicately lifting the plain black mask to his face, adjusting it to fit perfectly

Our noses are almost touching. We’re both beaming, our hands intertwined. He leans in a kisses my lips tenderly. I melt into him and softly kiss back. My heart beats three times faster in my chest and I’m quite sure he can feel it too, as our upper bodies are pressed so tightly together.

“Ready to go,” he asks, as we pull away.

I nod and he extends his arm for me to hold. I take it as we slowly walk down the stairs.

“Don’t let me fall,” I say quietly.

He chuckles.

“No I’m serious,” I reply, eyes wide, “this dress is long, these heals are high and I have horrible balance.”

“I would never let you fall sweetheart,” he says, putting an arm around my waist for extra support.

Butterflies do a gymnastics routine in my stomach. Years as this man’s girlfriend and he still makes me feel the same way I did when I first laid eyes on him.

We arrive down in the Great Room shortly, the transformation incredible. Music is already playing as we approach and we are welcomed into a phenomenal ballroom. The glass chandelier hangs tall and proud, its many intricacies sparkling from above.

“You’re late,” Jameson snaps, eyeing Grayson, as we walk into the room. He’s teasing again, this should be entertaining.

Grayson eyes flick to the very expensive watch on his wrist, “no we’re not.”

“I made you think you were though,” he gives a lopsided smirk.

“You know you’re not funny,” Grayson deadpans, annoyance written all over his face.

Jameson gives a graceful shrug, “I would disagree.”

“You two look great,” Nash compliments me and Gray, probably trying to veer the conversation away from the car-crash that it’s going into.

“Thank you,” I nod with a small smile, “you look lovely too.”

“Hey what about me?” Xander complains.

“And you Xander,” I sigh, trying not to laugh.

“What about-“ Jameson starts.

“No I don’t like you,” I deadpan, then break out into a sudden smile, “kidding you also look very nice.”

“I disagree,” Grayson grumbles underneath his breath.

“Gray,” I hiss, hitting the side of his leg with the back of my hand slightly.

“What? He’s getting on my nerves?” he grits through his teeth

“When does he not?” I mumble, “just try and enjoy yourself tonight, okay?”

“Who says teasing Jamie isn’t me enjoying myself?” he smiles.

I shoot him a look.

“Okay okay okay,” he rolls his eyes.

“So what do we actually do now?” Nash asks, back leant against a wall, reeling us back into conversation.

“We wait for the contestants,” Grayson shrugs, puffin an arm around me.

“We can’t do anything until the heiress gets here,” Jameson explains.

“Where is Avery anyway?” Xander asks.

“Boo!”

Xander yelps as Avery appears out of what seems like thin air. She’s dressed in a deep rich purple gown, embroidered with glistening silver thread. The dress itself is a sight to behold but her matching mask is really quite breathtaking. Her mask was adorned with shimmering black gemstones, with dark purple ones around her eyes. Each and every jewel was delicately pieced together by a blackened golden frame of metalwork, so complex and decadent it took a good few minutes to take it all in.

“Getting quite good at that trick aren’t you heiress,” Jameson grins, kissing her temple gently, arms wrapped around her waist.

“A bit too good, it’s freaking me out,” Xander shudders.

“Sorry Xand,” she winks.

He looks at her incredulously, eyes squinted slightly, “no you’re not.”

“No,” she shrugs, “I’m not.”

“You look beautiful,” I say to her, a sparkle in my eyes.

She wraps her arms around me, pulling me into the worlds’ nicest hug, “so do you,” she beams.

“This dress is…” I trail off, unable to find the right word to describe something so perfect.

“Do you like it? I was worried you might not,” she asks.

“Avery it’s stunning,” I say, “thank you.”

“Oh I’m so glad,” she replies, a broad grin appearing on her face.

Interrupting the conversation Xander asks, “where are the players?”

“They should be arriving soon,” Avery replies.

“Hey,” Grayson murmurs, catching my hand, “I need to go a second, I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” I murmur, “everything alright?”

“Just fine,” he replies, planting a sweet kiss on my lips.

“What was that about?” Jameson asks, after he’s seemingly disappeared.

“I don’t know,” I reply, my voice trailing off, “does anyone know where he’s going?”

There is a murmurings of several no’s and I’m not sure’s from the rest of them, but I shrug it off. He would tell me later, whatever it was. Footsteps approach, we all hear them and reduce our conversations to murmurs. I recognise the first player easily as Knox from his big build and frighteningly sharp eyebrows. He’s been decked out in a tuxedo and patterned mask, which makes him look as equally as uncomfortable as his eyebrows make me feel. The next to enter I notice as Odette. But only due to her black-tipped hair, rather than her face. She’s draped in ebony velvet with gloves that run up to her elbows In contrast, her mask is a bold white, decorated with feathers and there is a single ruby, looking a little like some of mine beside each eye.

To steal the show next is somewhat of an ice queen at first glance. Savannah is dressed in an icy blue gown that dropped right to the floor and trailed slightly after her, like a blanket of glistening snow. She looks almost Scandinavian. Her gray eyes seem colder and more intense against the pale blue and her face is as serious as ever. She’s here to play. No. She’s here to win. Light from the chandelier bounces and reflects off of the teardrop diamonds that hand down from her silvery blue mask, like tears I doubt she ever cried. She looks confident, like she means business, with the metal chain hung from her hips. She gives the effect that she could lure you in with her beauty and then snap your neck two seconds later. I notice her hair has been twisted and pulled into a complicated braid, that’s feels like an illusion of sorts of you stare at it for too long. She’s really quite something.

Brady seems to wander in next, though I don’t get a good look of his mask because he keeps his back towards me most of the time. He looks to be signalling something at Knox but I can’t tell what and whether it’s friendly or not. I decide to ignore it as my favourite almost sister in law walks in. Gigi’s dress was a unique blend of the colours of peacock feather, that tied in perfectly with the three on her mask held together by an aquamarine. Her hair had clearly been styled slightly for the occasion, which makes her look very elegant. As well as that, the tiny pearls and diamonds that swirl around her eyes, shine brightly, showcasing her brighter eyes. But then something catches my eye and stands out, making everyone else seem irrelevant for a moment. Or rather someone…

Wrapped in midnight blue layers of tulle Lyra makes her entrance. The tulle started off as the same almost black type of blue and rippled all the way to white, each inch melting into the next shade. The bodice of the dress is tight and fitting and clings to her perfect figure. She’s a showstopper. Diamonds layers in entrancing swirls, on her mask, framing her bold amber eyes. She is stunning. Breathtakingly stunning. The whole room is captivated when she walks in and I don’t think she even realises.

You can tell she’s one of those girls who’s naturally beautiful, who just radiates an attractive quality by simply just being. A lot like Avery. She moves like a dancer, gracefully to the music playing softly in the background. My eyes can’t seem to break away from her. She’s flawless. The midnight blue is gorgeous against her golden-tan skin.

She hasn’t even done anything wrong to me and I hate her. Fiercely and passionately and I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help myself. I’ve become one of those girls who just hates on other girls because they’re everything that they’re not. And I hate myself further for that. A feeling I don’t recognise I bubbles in the pit of my stomach, an intense feeling.

The way she carries herself bewitching. Her thick dark hair hangs perfectly down, natural and shiny. She looks herself to be taking in the ballroom and her competition. There’s a certain sparkle of wonder in her eyes, making her even more alluring. I’d always known there were prettier people than me in the world but something about her in particular threw me off completely and made me feel self-conscious, made me start questioning my own worth. And I couldn’t work out why… Then I realise that the feeling stirring in the pit of my stomach is envy. I’ve been poisoned by jealousy. And it taste so very bitter.

Finally I notice Rohan, who comes up beside the princess draped in blue. His mask takes me by surprise the most. It was pure silver, shining metal with one side of his face completely covered bar his eye to see out of. But that wasn’t the most intriguing part, it was the asymmetrical deign on the other side of his face. To me, it almost looked as if he were part machine. I wonder if it’s a purposeful metaphor courtesy of our heiress.

“Care to dance with me?” Grayson asks, hand extended towards me.

I smile softly, my cheeks heating up, taking his hand and following him onto the ballroom floor. I hadn’t registered that all of the players were here, despite seeing all of their entrances.

We walk around, circling one another with one arm raised before he spins me around gently. I love this. Dancing in his arms. We don’t do it often but the few times we have I get the same blissful feeling every time. We’re swaying to the low hum of the violin, when I notice his right eye twitches oddly

“Are you okay?” I frown, concerned.

“Mhmm fine,” he nods, flashing a short smile.

There’s something off about it but I drop the matter, putting it to the back of mind to enjoy this dance. Our eyes are tied to each other’s as we just repeat the same moves over and over, but I don’t feel like I can’t get bored because I’m constantly finding a new fleck of colour in my eyes or freckle on his face. It’s only now I notice how the deep plain black of the mask makes his eyes stormy eyes stand out alluringly, captivating nearly all of my attention. The only thing I wish for now is that we were alone, that it were just us dancing in an empty ballroom, but this is a close second to that, so I’ll take it. His musicality is perfection, just like every inch of his being. And I admire that, wholeheartedly. He pulls my body closer to his, hands now on my waist. I revel in this moment, wanting nothing more in the world at this second. It feels perfect.

“My turn,” Nash says, cutting in suddenly.

Grayson goes to open his mouth, presumably to protest.

“I don’t have Lib here with me, so I need at least a dance with someone,” Nash replies quickly, with a wink.

“See you later love,” Gray murmurs, swiftly passing me over to his brother.

“Sorry to steal you,” he tells me, once his brother is out of earshot.

“Don’t be,” I smile, but secretly deep down I’m also sorry. It’s not that I didn’t like Nash’s company, he’s lovely. I just wanted tonight to be about me and Gray having a good time in this beautiful venue. It’s not every day a girl gets to go to a masquerade ball, not even in a life with the Hawthornes. It’s selfish, I know, but I’d just wished for some alone time with Grayson before he was thrown in as the game’s personal watcher.

“Are you excited for this year’s games?” Nash asks me.

I nod, “especially because I know virtually nothing, it makes it all the more fun. Have you planned many of the puzzles?”

“A few,” he shrugs, “I like to add my input here and there but I think they’ve really outdone themselves this time.”

“I look forward to it,” I grin, “hey how is Lib-“

“I’m stealing your partner,” a voice announces.

Nash and I both look left to see familiar a golden masked man stood there. Nash quirks an eyebrow upwards asking him a silent question.

“Gray stole my partner, so I’m stealing yours,” Xander replies bluntly, taking my arm and waist from Nash’s as the music changes.

Nash doesn’t protest and neither do I. I’m too distracted to care. It isn’t Xander’s arms around me that makes me feel weird, it’s the fact that Grayson supposedly stole Xander’s dance partner. But why did he want to ditch me for Xander’s partner? I crane my neck around to see who this mysterious person was only to be met with the midnight blue marvel that is Lyra Kane. He’s dancing with her. Of course.

The way she moved around him is bewitchingly mesmerising and elegant. It made me think back to the weird winking-blinking charade Grayson was pulling. I run through all the possibilities of what the rapid eye movement could mean. And then it hits me. And it hurts me. He must’ve been doing it in morse code to get Nash’s attention to cut into our dance. So he purposely sabotaged our dance, to steal Lyra from Xander… but why? My mind shoots straight to the worst case scenario possible, of course.

I shouldn’t be insecure. I’ve never been a jealous girl, but seeing them so close is getting under my skin for some reason. I catch a glimpse of his hand on the small of her back and all I want to do is run over the and tear it off. Grayson looks so deep in conversation, so fixated on gazing at her, like he’s memorising her every feature. Her gaze is more fierce, but just as immersed in his eyes. Every time I got the opportunity I snuck a subtle look over.

“What do you keep looking at?” Xander asks, interrupting my train of thought.

So the looks weren’t as subtle as I’d thought.

“Nothing,” I say quickly

“I’m not blind,” he states, giving me a bored look.

“It’s not what,” I sigh, “it’s who.”

His mouth makes an ‘o’ shape and I nod in reply.

“You know Gray loves you right?” he asks, as he spins me around.

“Yes,” I reply slowly.

“And he only loves you,” he clarifies, looking me dead in the eye.

I want to say yes and yet the words sort of die slowly in my throat, not making it to my voice box to be heard.

“He doesn’t like her,” Xander sings, sensing my thoughts. He’s annoyingly good at reading people or maybe I’m annoyingly easy to read.

“He’s been talking to her an awful lot,” I mumble, trying to look over at them again. But Xander notices and purposely gets his head in the way to block my eyeliner.

“Well we’re talking,” he says, “does that mean you want to have my babies?”

“What? No!” I exclaim, a mixture of shock and horror a bit too evident on my face.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t get that disgusted over having my babies,” he scoffs, “anyways see, so it’s fine.”

I hesitate, unconvinced, “okay.”

“I haven’t persuaded you,” he analyses, eyes narrowed.

“No you have,” I lie, not meeting his eyes.

“He wouldn’t cheat,” Xander sighs, looking serious, “he’s not that guy,”

“I know that,” I assure him.

“Then why-“

I stop him suddenly, “look at him, dancing with her, talking to her, looking her in the eyes,”

“He does all of that with you,” he shrugs, “all the time.”

“But he’s doing it with her as well,” I insist, “doesn’t that mean something?”

“It means nothing, Grayson is a gentleman and has always been,” Xander shrugs, “he’s dancing with a woman and looking her in the eyes making conversation, so what? He’s just being polite.”

I think he can still tell I look unconvinced.

“Trust me, the guy only has eyes for you,” he says, “he does not stop talking about you, actually gives me with the headache.”

I chuckle a little, smiling at the thought of Grayson talking about me.

“You’re overthinking every little thing,” he says, “if he was doing the same with a man would you judge it so harshly. Talking? Making eye contact?”

“Well… no but…”

“But what?” he groans, exasperated.

“But look at her Xander, she’s drop dead gorgeous, she’s got jewels for eyes and she’s a brilliant dancer,” I hiss, getting my worries off of my chest all of a sudden.

“Has it ever occurred to you that to Grayson you’re also drop dead gorgeous, have jewels for eyes and… well you can dance,” he says.

“Oh stop being nice,” I scrunch up my nose and slap the side of his head with my free arm.

“Fine you’re kind of bad at dancing,” he gives in, “my bruised toes can vouch for that one-“

“Sorry,” I interrupt.

“-but you’re great at lots of other things, just stop comparing yourself and stop overthinking,” Xander tells me.

“It’s harder than it sounds,” I sigh.

“Okay, put it this way,” he explains, “if you danced with Jameson and Avery got herself all worried, how would you react?”

“Well she wouldn’t because Jameson is obviously in love with her,” I roll my eyes.

“Ahem,” he coughs, “are you blind? It’s the same thing with you and Gray and Lyra. You and Gray being Avery and Jameson and Lyra being you.”

I have to think about the explanation for a hit second to understand it, before I tilt my head and ask, “you think?”

“Well if I didn’t would I have spent the last however long trying to explain why I do and sacrificed my perfectly good feet on the process,” he deadpans.

“Have I really stepped on them that much?” I ask sheepishly, my face heating with embarrassment.

“My big toe is numb,” he admits, trying to wiggle it though his show.

“Sorry,” I say, “you could ice it?”

“To make it more numb?” Xander judges, an eyebrow raised.

“I’m not a doctor,” I defend, “I don’t know what I’m doing!”

“Clearly,” he jokes.

We stop dancing and Xander guides me to the front to stand beside the others. Avery’s about to begin her speech and all the players gather around. noting,y, all my eyes can fixate on is how closely Gray is standing to Lyra. I can’t tell from this angle, but it’s entirely possible their arms are touching and it didn’t sit right with me. I try and remember how Xander’s words had made me feel a little better, but suddenly when I try and remember the conversation my mind goes blank, as if we never had it and all I can think about is Grayson and Lyra.

“The seven of you are here because three years ago I went from living in my car to having the world…” Avery begins.

But her voice trails off in my mind and I can’t focus on her words properly because my brain is screaming some very intrusive thoughts very loudly in my ears. Ones that involve hurting a very pretty girl standing near a blonde I particularly like.

Grayson chose to dance with her, to leave our dance to dance with her. That was the thing that was gnawing at me the most. And he didn’t mention it, yet clearly had premeditated plans to do so. I chew my bottom lip, trying to analyse the situation from every angle. He could’ve forgotten to tell me… but Grayson doesn’t forget. He could’ve just happened to want to dance with someone and she was the first person there… but she was dancing with Xander at the time and their conversation seemed too deep for it to be casual. Or, the most likely but the most painful, he could be hiding it from me… because he has a thing for her.

“An hourglass,” Gigi suddenly says, reeling me in from the deep mess of thoughts I’d been trapped by. An hourglass? What was she talking about? I glance to see Xander setting it down on one of the marble tables off to the side.

“Until then…” Avery smiles, a spark in her eyes, “follow us.”

Avery and Jameson begin to lead the way, followed by Nash and Xander and then the contestants. Grayson hangs back a little and so do I. I can’t will myself to move just yet. He begins to follow at the back of the crowd so I rush forwards and grab his hand, pulling his back slightly.

“Hey,” I say, quietly enough so only he can’t hear it, “what was all that about?”

“What?” he asks, his features laced with confusion.

“You left and you didn’t really come back,” I explain.

“I danced with you,” Grayson replies. It hits me hard and I don’t know why. Was it the offish tone? Or the harsh words?

“And then you left again,” I state, keeping my features blank, unemotional.

“Well I’m here now,” he says, a certain calmness in his voice that sounds forced, unnatural, like he’s trying to keep calm.

“Gray, what are you hiding?” I question, folding my arms across my chest.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he says, but I can tell he’s lying. Why is he lying to me?

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice your little morse code bit with Nash?” I scoff, eyebrows raised.

He wants to lie? Fine. I’ll drown him with the truth until he spits it out.

He stand there stunned for a moment, “I didn’t realise you caught on.”

“Yeah, I did and guess what, it sort of hurts,” I say, my voice cracking even though I’d tried to prevent it, “I mean you could’ve just told me you were going to talk to her.”

“I didn’t know how you’d react,” he defends.

“It doesn’t matter,” I press, “we don’t hide things from each other.”

“Well you’re not exactly taking it amazingly so can you see why I was being cautious?” he snaps, the harshness in his tone hitting me harder than just would’ve liked it to.

I blink back tears, I’m not going to cry over this, “well obviously I’m not now, you lied to my face and tried to hide it.”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want any drama,” Grayson sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Drama,” I repeat, each word coming out of his mouth was just hurting me more than the last.

He immediately realises what he’s done, it’s written all over his face, “wrong choice of words,” he says quickly.

“You think?” I exclaim, then sigh exasperated, “I just don’t understand why you weren’t straight up with me.”

“I’m sorry, really I am,” he expresses, “I was dancing with player 4, Lyra Kane.”

“I saw,” I grit through my teeth.

“It’s just I needed to clear something up with her, about an incident that happened,” he attempts to explain, opening a whole new can of worms.

“What kind of incident?” I ask him.

“A phone call we shared,” Grayson replies, not meeting my eyes,

“You spoke with her on the phone,” I say, trying not to let my expression give away my feelings, “when was this?”

“A few years ago,” he shrugs.

We’d been together for more than a few years, so it had almost been certainly been in the time we’d been together. I swallow and take in the information. This lie had lived on for a whole, he’s hidden this from me for years.

“A few years ago?” I ask, my eyes wide, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time,” he shrugs.

“Oh so you frequently talk to girls on the phone,” I say, the annoyance and anger taking hold of my tone in a sudden snap.

“Her dad died and his last words had something to do with a Hawthorne and she wanted answers,” Grayson rushes to explain.

“What kind of answers?”

“Ones I couldn’t give her,” he replies, “I hung up on her, several times, until I did some digging.”

“For her?” I ask. It’s petty, but I’m too blinded by my emotions to care.

“And myself,” he says, “and I found her dad’s name on my grandfather’s list of enemies.”

“Doesn’t that make her a threat?” I ask.

“Her dad was a threat to my grandfather, she’s got no reason to pose a threat to me,” he reassures me, or maybe he’s reassuring himself. I don’t know right now.

“So what were you talking about with her now then?” I question him.

“I was explaining what I found out and apologising for being so rude on the phone,” he explains to me, an honest look in his eyes.

“Okay,” I exhale bluntly, now just wanting the conversation to be over. I’m just still wounded he lied and was going to continue if I hadn’t said anything on the matter.

He looks at me, furrowed brows, “are you still angry with me?”

Stupid question. Very stupid question. Extremely stupid question.

“No,” I reply, the answer too quick.

“You’re bad at lying,” he tells me.

“I know,” I sigh.

“Why are you angry?” he asks softly.

“Why would you feel the need to hide talking to another girl from me?” I say, “I just don’t understand, if she means nothing to you, then why hide it?”

“We’ve just been through this, I was worried you’d react badly,” he repeats the excuse.

“Do you think she’s pretty?” I ask, finding the guts to do so who knows where.

He hesitates, “well she is pretty.”

“So you think she’s pretty,” I consolidate.

“Yes,” he replies, not instantly but not massively delayed either.

“Okay,” I say, looking away.

“Are you jealous?” Grayson says,

“No,” I snap.

“You’re jealous,” he replies.

“I’m human,” I bite back, “she’s got the body of a goddess what do you expect?”

“You don’t need to be jealous sweetheart,” he chuckles.

“Don’t laugh at me! You just said you thought she was pretty!” I exclaim.

“And I think you’re beautiful, breathtakingly stunning, gorgeous, irresistible, heavenly, alluring, angelic, the list in never ending,” he says breathlessly, “if there were a dictionary I’d look up every word that correlates with beauty and use it to describe you.”

“Gray I-“

“I don’t want anyone but you,” Grayson says, looking me dead in the eye, meaning behind his words.

“Sorry,” I murmur, suddenly feeling so stupid for ever doubting him, for getting so pathetically petty and jealous, “I don’t want to be one of those possessive girlfriends, oh god, just ignore me, I shouldn’t have even said anything,” I ramble, running my hands over my face and back through my hair.

“No, hey hey, it’s fine,” he comforts me, “it’s normal, you’re not being possessive.”

“No I am and it’s horrible,” I shake my head, getting a little too emotional

“If it were the other way around I would be the same,” he says, “I should’ve told you about Lyra and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hide it.”

I nod, a few tears slipping from under my mask.

“But hey, listen to me, you’re my person, you’ve got the other half of my heart in your chest,” he says, putting his hand over my heart, “and she is never going to change that, no one is. There are millions of pretty girls in the world but none are as gorgeous as you. I promise you, the only reason I went over to her was to get some closure and to apologise. And then I didn’t tell you because I was a coward and I was too afraid I’d hurt you for not telling you anything about her before.”

“Gray?” I sniff, looking up at him.

“Yeah,” he asks.

“Thank you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his and burying myself into his chest, “I’m sorry for getting so uptight.”

“Stop apologising,” he scolds, hugging me tight, “I should be the one apologising.”

“Let’s just forget about this, yeah?” I suggest, pulling away.

“Good idea sweetheart,” he agrees, kissing the tip of my nose.

He puts his arm around me and together we slowly stroll outside, into the cool night’s breeze. I lean my head on his shoulder as we approach the beach. From afar we can see the players suddenly bolt to the rocks, all bar one, who I recognise as Gig who scrambled around in the sand.

“What did you say to them?” I call out as we get closer.

“Just mentioned to leave no stone unturned,” Jameson shrugs.

I grin, “you’re wicked.”

“What can I say,” he smirks, before turning to Avery, “care to dance heiress?”

“What?” she raised her eyebrows, “didn’t get enough of me in there?”

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” he grins.

My heart squeezes watching the two of them. They’re the couple that symbolises perfection. His eyes are pinned on her, like nothing else is here, like she’s the only thing on this earth. And the way she stares at him is the perfect definition of the word ‘love.’

“Come,” Grayson whispers in my ear, taking my hand.

I grip his hand and run with him as he guides me the just beyond the shore. He sits down swiftly on the sand and pulls me down to sit between his legs. I lean my back onto his chest and let him nuzzle his face into my collarbone.

“I love you,” he whispers, kissing my neck, “only you.”

His voice is in my ear and his lips are igniting my skin. A shiver runs down my spine but my face is hot, like I’m spiking a fever. I lean further back into him, and run my hand to through his hair. I angle my face more towards his and bring his face to meet mine.

“I love you,” I murmur, my lips nearly on his mouth, “only you.”

Then suddenly my lips are actually on his mouth. The initial kiss is delicate and soft, we’re playing gently with one another. It’s slow and long and passionate. He take his time with me, as if each movement he’s trying to learn the shape of my lip. One of his hands curves around the small of my back as the kiss deepens. We both realise we want more and there’s a sudden drive, a sudden lust for the taste. The remarkable, addictive, indescribable taste that we have both craved for far too long now. There’s a deeper longing for something for fulfilling until-

“Hate to break this up,” a voice says as we quickly jerk apart. We look up to find Jameson and Avery stood above us, “but Gray you have places to be.”

“I do?” he asks, an eyebrow raised.

It’s quite phenomenal how he can pull himself together so quickly, as I was fairly certain my face was still the same shade as a beetroot at the moment.

“You’re meant to be overseeing the players, remember?” Jameson replies.

“Oh,” Grayson breathes out, standing up, helping me up after him.

“Don’t worry, you guys can get back to this,” he raises an eyebrow, “a little later.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Gray snaps, with a deadly glare.

“Like what?”

“Like how you’re saying it,” he snaps,

Jameson gives an exaggerated eye roll, “that’s just how I say things, geez Gray-“

“Okay okay okay, long story short, Grayson we really need you over there with them,” Avery cuts in, thankfully saving us from world war three.

“See you later,” he says to me with a quick kiss on the cheek.

“See you,” I murmur back, watching as he rushes off towards the house.

I sink back down into the sand as Avery and Jameson retreat. I’m alone now, no kisses to accompany my exposed collarbone or lonely lips, no nest to lean my aching back on, nothing. I close my eyes and listen to the waves, letting them lap my feet gently. I don’t know how long I’m there forever but I don’t care all that much. It’s not until I hear chimes that I’m taken out of this state of relaxation and hurtled back into reality. The chimes, that’s the signal, I’d been told about that. I quickly stand up, wanting to say a quick goodbye to Grayson before he enters the game to watch over the players. I begin to make my way towards the house from the sea edge.

“Where are you going?” Jameson asks quickly as I pass him and Avery.

“I need to say goodbye to Gray,” I explain.

“The doors are already locked,” Avery says.

Jameson glances at her and she glances back. The unspoken conversation lingers in the air.

“What? What haven’t you told me?” I panic.

Avery looks at me and sighs, “Grayson is part of this year’s games.”

“That was never the decision,” I blurt out, more harshly than I intend.

“Last minute change,” Jameson explains, “call it a wild card decision.”

“So he’s trapped in there with everyone else?” I ask, sounding too worried.

Jameson picks up on that and reassures me, “don’t worry, people aren’t going to die in there.”

“Whose team is he on?” I say quickly.

“Odette Morales and Lyra Kane.”

a/n: I don’t know if this is what you wanted but I gave it a go. I really hope you enjoyed it and thank you for tagging me 🤍🤍

the more I read it the more I question its quality, so I might do a rewrite at some point in the future…I was really tying to avoid painting Lyra as the bad guy which was hard, because obviously from the readers’ POV she kind of is. Anyways thanks for reading

also Gigi’s dress is never described (WE WERE ROBBED) only her mask was, so I’m presuming the dress was a similar colour

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hello all my lovely writers, i am here in the public asking for a jealous reader and or comfort fic with grayson because of lyra.

i post this publicly because i know there are many amazing writers who could take this prompt and turn it into something amazing <3

[thenametyo]

Say Yes to Myself!

About Vernon.

Hansol Vernon Chwe, known as Vernon, is a South Korean-American rapper and member of the boy group SEVENTEEN. Born on February 18, 1998, in New York, he's recognized for his versatile skills in rapping, songwriting, and composing. Vernon joined Pledis Entertainment and debuted with SEVENTEEN in 2015. With his distinct rap style, Vernon contributes to SEVENTEEN's dynamic sound and has gained popularity for his talent and charismatic presence. He also loves watching movies and is allergic to peanuts.

If you ask me to choose my top 5 photos of him, I’d love to present these no-face photos. Boyfriend material, they said.

Short message.

Hey, the simplest person in the world, could you at least post a selfie for us, bro? Nah, what I'm really hoping for is that you're enjoying your days and keeping well-fed. You are loved by many people. I will try my best to portray you.

“What makes me love Vernon?”

It’s not like instant love or love at first sight; it started when I decided to use him as my face claim. Day by day, I couldn't help but fall in love with this talented human being. He raps, he sings beautifully, his dance moves are satisfying to see, he is cute, and he is perfect to be your bias. What a man.

“Why did I decide to choose him as my face claim?”

It wasn't on purpose. I randomly picked a SEVENTEEN member to portray based on the suggestion from some people. Now, I can't even think of changing my face claim.

For me.

Keep up your hard work, Jegi! There are some obstacles left to face. You can do it.

As for Atchie, my besties, please take your vitamins, drink water, and eat delicious foods. 💖

The Crushtakers seem to be very busy these days, but thank you for always sparing your valuable time for us. Thank you for always telling us what happened, and never letting any of us feel left out. God bless you. ❤️‍🔥

[champagneher]

❝𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔❞ —𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

based on: reader is in paris and taehyung's an incredible supportive lover.

genre: drabble, fluff, idol au.

warnings: making out, little suggestive, cursing and tae just giving boyfriend material vibes.

a/n: so... i'm back with this little drabble. hope you enjoy it and you can always send your request! lots of love. :) please go easy on me, english is not my native language. so, i apologize for any mistakes and please let me know!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Paris never looked better in your opinion. The night was falling, the stars were beginning to shine in the sky while the young people went out to have fun with their friends on this summery Friday. You weren't far behind, you had your fresh nails, your long eyelashes, your hair recently dyed a light honey brown that contrasted the colour of your skin perfectly, and of course, it was combed in a perfect bun.

You hugged your light shirt closer to your body while you watched the big city from the balcony of your -temporary- home that offered a spectacular view of the greatest attraction the city could offer you, the Eiffel Tower.

You looked at the time on your phone when it lit up with the incoming message.

Tae: I hope Paris is treating you as you deserve.

You smiled.

Me: Of course it is. It always has.

Tae: I miss Paris Me: You should come visit Paris Me: And me, of course Tae: Obviously. Why else would I go to Paris for? Tae: Oh wait Tae: There may be another reason. A good reason Me: Oh yeah?

Tae: Yeah

Me: Care to tell me?

Tae: There is this ballet dancer, who dances beautifully Me: A ballerina who dances? Me: I'm a little surprised that you like ballet. Who would have thought Tae: You're annoying. Tae: But yes. Actually, I like everything about this girl. Hopefully, I can see her soon. I met her in a café when she spilled all her coffee on my white pants and Gucci shoes Me: That's tragic

Tae: No, not at all. I got to know her and since then we have been very close. Very

Tae: I love to fuck her Me: Okay I have to go now Tae: 😊 Tae: Rehearsals? Tae: What time do you go on stage?

Me: In about two hours, 9pm, so I have to run to the theatre and keep rehearsing Tae: Hope everything goes well. I know you'll dance amazing as always just don't be too surprised

Me: Why would I be surprised? Haha Me: Talk later?

Tae: Of course baby, see you soon xx

You shook your head slightly, smiling as you locked the screen of your phone and then turned to take one last look at the incredible view from the balcony.

You could get used to this, you thought. But you missed your life in Korea. Life there as a foreigner could be incredibly difficult in time to time, but you had also built relationships with incredible people and appreciated every beautiful moment lived. You also couldn't deny that you enjoyed it more because it's where one of your favourite people was.

How you met Taehyung was definitely embarrassing, but at the same time you were grateful because otherwise you wouldn't be on the verge of collapsing from everything you felt for him. He was annoying and charming at the same time. You had never been in love, and you didn't want to be either because of your career that demanded a lot of your time. Shit. Tae's was even more demanding, you never imagined that you could be head over heels for an idol who could make you laugh until you cry in a moment and then fuck you until oblivion in the other.

You didn't have a title. You weren't officially a couple, but it was no surprise to his and your circle that you both did almost everything together. Not only that, but you could be in each other's company all day and still yearn for more time together. It was reciprocal and pure. You had met someone with whom you couldn't say a word and still feel comfortable.

Tae loved every second shared with you, he had met the person who understood him and put herself in his place without the need to ask. You both had busy schedules, which worried him a lot when he realized that he couldn't spend much time away from you, but that stopped thanks to the fact that you worked to continue sharing moments without feeling forced.

He introduced you as his, and you introduced him as yours. Still, the little pinch in your stomach that said he would never make anything official was still there, bothering you day by day. And not to mention when the opportunity to dance in one of the most prestigious theatres in Europe presented itself to you, and you made the decision -which was very hard- to go to France for 5 months to be part of one of your biggest dreams. It was a unique opportunity and although Taehyung supported you in your decision and was every step of the way here, it was difficult. For almost eight months you had not spent more than two days away from each other, and now you were separated by hours and hours of distance.

4 and a half months passed, the end of your contract was approaching, and it was bittersweet. Bitter that your moments on this stage with your new friends would end, but sweet that you would be coming home to him. You also loved every second lived here. Although it was difficult, and it wasn't necessary, it must be emphasized, you were always faithful to Taehyung. Your heart belonged to him.

You were about to return to the stage for the finale when one of your new friends walked up to you with a full smile and sparkling eyes.

"I'm about to pass out," she whispered, half screaming. She took your arm in her hands and shook it slightly.

"What's happening?" You laughed, seeing her unable to stay still because of the small movements and tiny dances she made with her body.

"You little shit, someone came to see you and I think if you don't make him yours, I'm going to steal him." She raised one of her eyebrows. She watched you look at her confused and frowning, she dragged you towards one of the panels to sneak a bit and get the public view.

"What the fuck-"

"____! You're going in 60 seconds."

"Oh, go, go," your friend pushed you back into line to go on stage.

In all the time you were out there you hadn't seen him, you weren't one to watch the public either but shit if you hadn't stood still for a few seconds after seeing him there, sitting in the third row carefully observing the performance.

Butterflies burst in your stomach and your nerves went over the top. You took a deep breath to come back to yourself and keep giving your best out there, even more so because Taehyung was there. You were happy.

You were dragged into a more private part of the place by a bodyguard, and there was no doubt it was to see Tae. The audience had gone a little crazy when they realized that one of the BTS members was present in the among them, making the exit a bit difficult, but the happiness of the dancers and the entire crew was amazing. They were all talking to each other and congratulating each other on attracting one of the biggest celebrities of the world to see them.

"I can't believe this," you managed to let out a laugh before being wrapped in a pair of arms, causing you to crash into his chest and choke your words on her neck. "What are you doing here?" It was your turn to wrap your arms around his waist closing your eyes to better breathe his perfume.

"Missed you so much," he murmured with his eyes closed. It was no secret that Taehyung was really sentimental, and when he loved, he loved hard. "You were amazing," he smiled with a heart, showing his teeth, pulling away from you a bit to look into your eyes, taking your face in his hands, your arms still around his waist.

"You think?" You asked timidly with hope in your voice.

"I don't think," he kissed yours lips softly and quickly. "I know."

Your smile grew even larger and heat consumed your face. Still you looked around you to confirm no one saw you both share tha sweet kiss. You knew it could burn the whole world if people knew Taehyung came all the way to Paris to see you.

"You're crazy," you laughed out of breath, that man really took your breath away the moment your eyes met.

"For you," he mumbled, "what about we leave and go to dinner?"

"Dinner in Paris? Sounds fancy," you started to walk away from the crowd trying to get a glimpse of Tae, but thank god, they couldn't even see him and more importantly, you. Luckily you had already changed into your jeans moments before leaving in search of Tae. You didn't want to draw anyone's attention to what you got for throwing on a black hoodie and your flats. Although your makeup and hairstyle were still intact. The bodyguards followed you as you led them out to a more discreet place where no one could disturb you.

The stars were shining in the sky above you, the wind moving your hair in a light and not overwhelming way. The sound of the living city was heard slightly below you, away from the hotel balcony where you were.

Taehyung had taken off his suit vest as well as his tie, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and a few loose buttons to his chest. His curls were messy from the strokes of his hand. You, on the other hand, had the opportunity to change into a light white dress of a light and shiny fabric, accompanied by small heels of the same colour as your dress, courtesy of Taehyung who had thought that you would not have enough time to change later of the show. It was lucky for you, he had taken you to a beautiful and elegant private restaurant, and you knew that without the change of clothes you would have been very out of place. You were grateful, you had a beautiful new Gucci dress, you had delicious food for dinner, and now you found yourself looking down on the city with the man your heart so dearly loved.

"Beautiful…" Taehyung mumbled resting his elbows on the concrete railings as he watched you not so discreetly, though you didn't notice. "Right? This city never ceases to amaze me," you smiled as it was your turn now to watch him. "Well, I wasn't exactly talking about the city, but yes… it's also beautiful." His left arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him. Damn, if your heart didn't want to come out of your chest. With all the control you could have of your body you brought your right hand to his lower back and rested your chin on his shoulder. "Thank you for tonight, it really was perfect."

Taehyung gently cupped your face in his hands leaning back slightly to get a better look at you. It was a lot for you so you couldn't help lowering your eyes to avoid feeling that your soul wanted to leave your body for the moment you were living. "Please look at me," he requested in a low voice, almost a whisper. With your lips slightly parted you raised your gaze to connect with his again, this time feeling an extreme calm that you didn't know if you had known before. His eyes the purest and deepest brown you've ever seen, his flawless skin and his crimson lips. "Would you be mine?" His words left his lips as soft and slow as only he knew how. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, your smile appeared without your control. Was he really asking you to make it official to be a couple? Did he really want to be yours? "What?" you laughed under your breath.

"I said, ____, would you be mine? Please?" His eyes full of hope seemed to reflect the stars in the sky, his hands trembled slightly and he felt a tingling go up and down his spine. He was about to lose him if you didn't say you wanted what he wanted. He longed to be able to share those small moments full of intimacy that only a couple could share, he wanted to tell his friends that he couldn't make it because he already had plans with his girlfriend, he wanted to politely reject other people because he was already taken, he already had a girlfriend whom he madly loved. He wanted to apologize for being late because time got out of his hands for being with you, or arriving at his parents' house with your hand in his ready to introduce you as his girlfriend and partner. He wanted all of that and more.

"Do you really want to be mine, Tae?" You murmured still feeling on a cloud high in the sky but afraid that everything would be a joke.

"Am I not obvious enough, ____? You are the one I flew across the world for just so I could hold you in my arms. And what more romantic place to ask you to be my girlfriend than Paris. The city of love can now be ours… so what do you say?"

"I say you're crazy," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers gently stroking the hairs on his head as you gazed at him lovingly, "and I'd love to be yours on the condition that you're mine too."

"I would want nothing more than to be yours, love." With those final words, he connected his lips in a soft and slow kiss that reflected all the emotions that were invading them both at that moment. It had really happened, you were already a couple and ypu could not be more in love.

"We will always have Paris, it will always be ours from now on. Just you and me."

[asinglemagpie]

I think it's because you never really get past their snarky outer shells in the books. You see hints here and there of the soft underbelly but you don't get to explore it.

So fic kind of steps in and give you that, and putting them together makes perfect and horrific sense because they spend a lot of time within the same vicinity as each other - like for nearly two years they room together, have to put up with each other socially whether they want to or not. There's capacity for them to get close.

Then third year they're not rooming together any more - which gives space for missing each other's company, though not a whole lot of it because socially there's still going to be a lot of time together.

Plus you have the possibility of Aaron's complete identity crisis because we all have had to put up with someone who was homophobic and then turns out to be gay - THOUGH obviously in Aaron's case he never was, he just doesn't like how Nicky's gay-related humour crosses lines, and no one enjoys thinking about their siblings getting freaky with anyone (like... my SIL is pregnant, and I'm not naive as to how that happened, but I really hate that it's a thought forever in my head), but it would still be a huge "oh fuck" moment when he realises he has feelings for a man.

Also Kevin "it's easier to be straight" Day having to decide if he can keep that part of himself locked away forever, especially if it means turning away something he really wants.

I also like that Aaron doesn't care about Exy that much. It was a way out of the house to avoid his abusive mother, it's a stepping stone to getting himself into med school where he wants to be (and I do hate when people make out that he's bad at Exy, or he only started playing because of Andrew signing them all up to the Foxes... like sure, he possibly wasn't NCAA division 1 material, but not once does Neil talk shit about him as a player, and you KNOW if he was THAT BAD that Neil would have had to say something!) A lot of people say that Kevin needs someone who doesn't know a thing about Exy to balance him out and help him figure out a difference between his work and home life... and honestly I think that works with Aaron. He knows Exy, but he isn't obsessed. He'll understand what Kevin is saying and be able to have an opinion - and one that Kevin would listen to because y'know he was an NCAA division 1 champion too (at least once, we don't have a canon number on that lol). At the same time, Aaron won't want his whole life being Exy - even if his boyfriend, brother, and brother-in-law are all pro Exy players. He's going to work hard, with long hours, and want to relax when he's home. I can see him putting his foot down and saying that he doesn't bring work home, neither should Kevin. There's room for it in their off hours, but it can't be everything. But he could still go to the gym with him (exercise is good for you), make sure their meals are healthy - but that they're not missing out on eating fun things too. There's a good capacity for balance.

One of the tropes of the pairing that I really like is the "I see you" aspect - Kevin sees Aaron as Aaron, not "Andrew's twin". Where he sees him as his own person, with his own uniqueness, as a full and complete person and not half of a pair. I think it means a little more to me than it does with Katelyn because Kevin has them both in his life. He spends a LOT of time with Andrew. And to still see Aaron as something other than "not Andrew" is usually very beautifully written.

Speaking of our cheerleader - where do I factor Katelyn in with this? Well, I am happy for it to happen many ways. I prefer it when no one cheats, but I accept that sometimes it's part of the narrative. I prefer it when they've split amicably (way before Kevin happens) and now they're good friends. I've yet to go down the Kevaaronlyn pipeline or whatever the heck it's called... I have no clue, since I don't tend to read those. I like threesomes, I like poly stories, but they're not always the best put together pieces I've read so far - but I mean, I'm a decade behind on reading fic still, so I have a LOT of fic to go to change my mind!

But yeah, I guess it's not too different to Andriel - it's two people who have been through a lot of shit, who are snappy and snarky and abrasive, but under it all have the capacity to be warm and soft and have to find to find the people that help them heal.

Also the height difference is often hilarious, and as someone who has been involved with people a foot taller... it's relatable LOL!

People do not ship kevaaron bcs their too scared to ship kevin with andrew but if you do find out why they ship kevaaron please tell me

@ kevaaron shippers assemble