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[minranghae]

touch | 18+

》 pairing: c.jongho x f!reader

》 genre: hurt/comfort, smut, fluff

》 warnings: ceo!jongho, grumpy jongho, whiny reader, hurt/comfort, smut, piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, piv, pet names (princess, baby, etc.), aftercare, makeup sex, age gap (not a major plot point)

》 wc: 4.2k

》 thank you so much for reading this, it's my first full fic that i've written on here!!!!! if i forgot any tags, please lmk :) reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 also, the main song i listened to when i wrote this was versace on the floor by bruno mars

“Jongho, sweetheart, don’t you think you should come to bed now? I think you deserve a break,” you whine as you enter his office, a pout forming on your lips seeing his still, working figure.

You take a moment to admire his features on your way in. His dark hair that perfectly framed his face, those piercing eyes that seemed to cut through you every time he looked at you, and those strong arms you just loved to be wrapped in whenever he hugged you.

Well, that was if he did decide to hug you. Just as strong as his arms is Jongho’s work ethic. Sure, any CEO is bound to be busy. When you’re busy it’s easy to get stressed, and when Jongho gets stressed, it’s as if you don’t exist. He was never super touchy to begin with, but every morning he retreats to his home office without even a hug or a kiss. Just a simple good morning, or sometimes, nothing at all. With Jongho’s already packed schedule and new business plans, it’s clear you weren’t going to get his attention any time soon. But, who would you be if you didn’t at least try to get some from him? 

Making your way to his desk, you prepared yourself to put on your cutest face; wide puppy-dog eyes and a sad lip bite at the ready, but with the way Jongho looked up at you, the only emotion present on your face was nervousness. You could see the dark bags forming under his eyes, seemingly becoming darker by the second, and paired with his furrowed eyebrows, you began to think maybe it would've been better to just cuddle with your teddy bear tonight.

“I-it’s just when you work so hard like this, you don’t seem happy at all, you know? I just want to see you smile again. I know, I know, work is busy and you have deadlines and all that, but can’t you just come sleep with me… just this once? I miss you holding me every night. I feel so lonely, Jongie,” You pleaded with him in your shakiest voice. Maybe that would convince him, if he just saw how desperate you were to spend some time with him. Fidgeting with your hands, you awaited his response. Too anxious to look up at him, you focused your sight on the floor beneath you.

“Y/n, you know I can’t do that right now. It’ll get better, but I really need some quiet right now. So…” He looked at you with pursed lips, then quickly looked back towards the door. A silent signal that it was your time to leave. You weren’t going to let him get rid of you that quickly though. No, he just had to see it your way.

“Jongie, are you sure?” You questioned him with a higher pitch, using the nickname you know he usually melts for. He just leaned forward in his chair, pushing his glasses further up on his nose, trying to regain his focus. He let out a soft hum, acknowledging you, but deciding not to indulge you. 

Soon, you find yourself sneaking behind him, your hands resting on his shoulders. You tried to press a kiss to his cheek, but he shrugged you off quickly with a huff of annoyance.

“Y/n, stop bothering me. I’ve got some really important stuff to catch up with here. Stop being so clingy.” Jongho breathed out, frustration evident in his words.

God, you’re such an idiot. Did you really expect this little plan of yours to work? Jongho is a busy man. You really shouldn’t bother him just because you’re feeling neglected. Sure, the bed is cold at night, but he does so much for you. You wouldn’t have the lifestyle you do without him. If you two hadn’t met that day two years ago, you'd still be a broke college student, struggling to make ends meet. Maybe instead of interrupting him, you should just be thankful for what you have. At the end of the day, at least he’s there.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes, “I’m sorry for interrupting Jongho. Won’t happen again.”

And with that, you scurried out of the office and back into your shared bedroom. The shared bedroom that was slowly becoming just yours each and every day.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes shot open. 

“God, what time is it?” You murmured to yourself, words slurring together. The bright light from your phone nearly blinded you as you checked the clock. It was 3 am. He’s just finishing now? I wish he would get some proper rest.

“Can I come in?” Jongho’s voice broke into the room. He sounded serious. What if he was getting ready to break up with you? After all, Jongho had always been one to cut out unnecessary distractions from his life. Normally you admired that; his determination and drive was nothing short of excellence. His maturity and guidance was what first attracted you to him. But it broke your heart knowing that you were next on his chopping block.

Truth is, Jongho heard you crying. Really, you’re not subtle when you’re upset. He went to check in on you a few hours ago, actually. But when he saw his t-shirt draped over the teddy bear he’d given you months ago, your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks pressed into said teddy bear, he knew he fucked up. The past few weeks had just been so stressful for him. With a never ending to-do list, Jongho didn’t have much time to think of anything else. 

He did think of you though. He always did. The picture of you two on vacation that sat on his desk never went a day without being picked up to be examined. It was one of the first things you two did together as a couple, and god, he wished he could go back. Jongho normally didn’t show much affection in public, instead opting to keep his cold appearance up. But being there with you was too much for him. It’s like you two were connected at the hip on that vacation. Everywhere you went, Jongho had his hand on your hip or around your shoulders. You just make him so happy, and he loses himself around you. Not that that’s a bad thing.

He never wanted to make you upset. But, he lost track of himself. Of course, that wasn’t an excuse, but maybe if you saw it his way then you’d be able to forgive him. After checking in on you earlier, Jongho devised a plan. He quickly got to work in his office, this time solely focusing on you. He first made a call to an assistant of his, apologizing for the late notice of his request, and asked for a bouquet of flowers. He wanted something sweet and dainty- something that reminded him of you. Thirty minutes later, the assistant showed up with a bouquet of Lily of the Valley flowers, beautifully tied together with green and purple ribbon. Next, Jongho wrote a sweet note, apologizing for his treatment of you over the past couple of weeks. It was always hard for Jongho to express himself verbally, so this would be the best course of action for him. Finally, he had taken off of work for a week, allowing time for him to devote himself completely to you. He swore to himself that wasn’t going to let himself upset you anymore, and it was finally time to show you that.

You looked up at Jongho as he poked his head in from behind the door. His eyes softened as they met yours. He began walking towards you with his hands behind his back, hiding his surprise for you. But with the way you jumped up and just about sprinted to him, it seemed like he was the one in for a surprise.

“Look, I know I messed up Jongho. I’m sorry, I really am! Just, please don’t break up with me,” you looked up at him, guilt wracking every part of your body, “I promise it won’t happen again. I even cleaned up around here! I figured I’d get some of the more unimportant things out of here for you.”

Jongho looked around the room. He noticed the lack of knick knacks you always seemed to bring home with you after a day out. The sheets were changed from the pink floral set that you adored to a plain white set. Everything in the room seemed dull. The only semblance of normalcy left in the room was the teddy bear sitting on the bed.

“I-” Jongho started, not quite realizing what an effect he’d had on you. You were never one to change so easily; it was one of the things he loved about you. This only made him feel worse. Not only that, but the way your voice shook as you talked and the obvious tears swelling in your water lines, Jongho had to stop himself from crying. 

“Sweetheart, I would never break up with you. You know that, right?” he reassured you, pulling out the bouquet and note he’d prepared. Your eyes lit up upon seeing this, confusion and relief swelling in your features simultaneously. 

“Here,” he said, sitting down on the foot of your bed, beckoning you to join him. Just before you could sit next to him though, he patted his leg, signaling you to sit in lap. As you do, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in as close to him as possible. He hands you the bouquet and note, allowing you a moment to look at the gift and read the note. As you read it, tears begin to fall down both of your faces. Sure, you felt like you needed to be touched like this, but you didn’t expect it to be as emotional as it was. As for Jongho, the guilt of hurting you had really begun to sting. Seeing you so broken up over a few absent-minded words had confused him at first. But once he finally had you in his arms again, he realized it had been weeks of neglect leading up to this point. He was hurting not only you, but himself, too. He just didn’t know he was doing it.

“I’m so sorry, honey. I never meant to hurt you like this,” he explained, wiping the tears away from your face and simply letting his own soak into his skin. His hands raked through your hair gently while he admired your face. “Never gonna let it happen again. Can’t believe I let this go for so long.”

“S’okay, Jongie,” you stammered out between soft cries. You tightened your arms around his neck even more, fingers gripping at shirt, as if he was going to leave any second. “I understand you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

“Princess, you’ll always be number one on my list. You’re my top priority,” he said, finally regaining his composure and moving you to straddle him. Taking the gifts from your hands, he gently placed them to the side and took your face into his hands. He circled his thumbs on your cheeks, quietly asking you to stop crying. 

“I missed this, Jongho. I just love you so much. I’m sorry I’m such a burden sometimes-” but before you could continue, he cut you off.

“Don’t apologize. I’m the one that should be sorry,” he looked deep into your eyes, making sure you internalized each word he said, “and I am. I’m so sorry, baby. I know how much you care, and I want you to know how much I care, too. I love you so, so much, darling. I know I’m not the best with my words, so will you let me make it up to you another way?” Jongho questioned, his fingers tracing the edge of your pajama shorts, occasionally sneaking underneath the fabric. His eyes met yours, looking needier than ever. 

With your nod of approval, Jongho lifted your shirt off your body, exposing your bare chest. His hands were quick to touch you, rubbing and pulling lightly at each nipple. You leaned into him further with each touch, and soon, your lips connected in a sweet, tender kiss. Jongho only deepened the kiss as he let his hands run freely over your body, as if he were rediscovering a terrain that he had begun to forget. His hands snuck inside your shorts, past the band of your underwear, and began to rub soft circles into your clit. Occasionally, his fingers would briefly slip into your hole, gathering some of your slick to use as a lubricant, still circling your clit at a steady pace.

Jongho pressed his forehead against yours in order to catch your attention, “How do you want me, baby?”

“Doesn’t matter, just want you, Jongie,” you babbled, so desperate for him to go faster with his ministrations. Your hips bucked onto his fingers each time they left your clit, hoping he’d slip a finger fully in.

“Mm-mm,” he hummed, “It’s all about you tonight. Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he insisted. Awaiting a response, he pulled his hand from your shorts, eliciting a whine from you. He hooked his arms under your legs, picking you up and laying you down on the bed. Gently, he pulled your shorts and underwear off together in one go. You could almost see the sparkle in his eyes as they traversed your body. He leaned down leaving just inches between your faces, “You gonna answer me, baby?”

“I think I want your tongue-” you began, but before you could finish, Jongho had pulled you to the edge of the bed and kneeled down, coming face to face with your cunt. He lifted your bottom half up, placing one forearm under you and the other on top, letting your legs rest on top of his shoulders. He let one thumb come to your clit, picking up from where he left off earlier. It didn’t take him long to dive into your pussy. Lapping at it like a starved man, he’d drag his tongue up and down your soaked cunt, occasionally dipping his tongue into you. With each drag of his tongue, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, but everytime Jongho heard an influx of moaning and felt your hips buck up, he’d slow down slightly, not wanting you to cum just yet.

“So pretty, princess,” He said, coming up for air. His mouth and chin glistened as he smiled up at you with nothing but affection. It was as if he were touching you for the first time all over again. He was trying to take things slow, wanting to solely focus on making you feel good, but he couldn’t help but rut himself into the mattress when he heard those sweet moans of yours. He removed his hand from your clit, bringing it down to your hole instead. He toyed at your entrance, not quite deciding if he should go in or not.

“Please Jongie, want your fingers, too.”

And his mind was made up. He plunged two fingers in, focusing his mouth on your clit now. Your pussy basically sucked his fingers in, a sloshing noise coming from it. Jongho watched your face contort in pleasure. Your eyebrows strung together and your cheeks stained with a light blush. What a sight to see. It only made him want to work you harder. Shoving his fingers in up to the knuckle this time, he pistoned in and out of you, occasionally twisting them upwards to press his fingertips into your most sensitive spots. He just couldn’t get enough of how amazing your pussy felt; so soft, warm, and wet. So perfect for him.

“Gonna cum, Jong…So close” you whined out, pleasure filling every inch of your body. It was like he was sent into overdrive, his soft licking at your clit turned into harsh sucking at it, lips surrounding the bud completely. His fingers fucked into you at a pace you’d yet to feel in your life. It was desperate on both ends, each of you melting completely into one another’s touch.

Jongho had almost missed it, too focused on getting you there to notice your quickly approaching orgasm. He lifted his head up to watch you cum, as it had always been one of his favorite sights. The way your head slammed back into the mattress and your back arched up, sending your tits into the air for him to admire made him swear up and down that you were an angel sent for him. Giving you time to come down, he listened to the warbled sounds coming from you and collected the slick that was slowly leaking out of you onto his fingers and pushed it back into you.

“Jesus Christ, I missed that,” Jongho said with a groan, standing up to hold you in his arms. He lifted your back up so you were now sitting on the edge of the bed with him still slotted in between your legs. He brushed some strands of hair out of your face, his hand coming down to trace your jawline. He brought your face up to his and stole a couple kisses from you. You nudged your face into his hand, hoping somehow it could stay there forever. Something about his touch was always so grounding.

“Still okay to keep going, sweetheart?” He looked down at you, hoping to get the greenlight from you. 

You don't answer verbally, instead choosing to undo the buckle of his belt, using it to bring him in closer to you. As you unzip his pants and pull them down, his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face. Your tongue poked out of your mouth, getting ready to devour him until you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes then. Lay back, baby. Gonna take such good care of you tonight.” He gently pushed you back, noticing a look of concern on your face. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He said, slightly panicked.

“Don’t you want me to… you know,” You said, making a blowjob motion towards him. 

God, you’re so cute.

“Darling, I’m making it up to you, aren’t I? You don’t have to do anything tonight, just let me make you feel good.” A smirk adorned his face, enamored with how sweet you are. His hands traced up and down your sides, a gentle, but steadying motion. 

You reached your arms up, looping them around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It was chaste, quick and simple, but so passionate. It was as if you were kissing him for the first time again. You let his tongue explore your mouth, enjoying the low groan he let out as he did so. Barely breaking away, you looked into his eyes, deep and glistening, and asked, “Can I have you inside me now? Want’ to feel you inside.”

That was all he needed to hear before he lined himself up with your entrance, pumping his cock a few times before he did so. He teasingly dragged the tip up and down your folds before sinking into you. It was slow, but languid. He wanted you to feel every part of him, every vein and curve on him, just to remind you that you’d never have to go without again. His voice was low and throaty as he bottomed out, letting soft moans fall from his lips. 

“Baby girl, you feel so good,” he stops, waiting for you to adjust to the size. Once ready, he pulls his hips back achingly slowly, almost pulling out all the way, just to force himself back in. Your fingers curled into his hair and your legs wrapped around his waist, begging for him to be deeper in you. 

“Love feeling you inside like this, Jongie,” you whine, “please keep going.” 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he assured you, “never gonna leave you alone again.” 

He took your face into his hands, planting kisses all over your face. His hips pick up their pace, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. While his pace was still slow, it was steady and deep. Jongho wasn’t fucking you to get himself off, he was fucking you to get you off. And god it felt so good. As his hips continued to snap into yours, the loud sound of skin on skin echoing in the room, you could feel yourself coming close to your climax. And you knew Jongho was almost there, too, based on the wince he let out each time he thrusted into you. 

“I’m so close, Jongie, are you?” You asked, the heat burning in your core only getting warmer. He nodded, unable to speak through his own groaning. He planted one hand by your head to steady himself while the other took yours into his, lacing your fingers together. Even though his orgasm was slowly approaching, he wanted you to cum first. He forgot how much he loved the way it felt when you came on him. 

Staring down at you, Jongho quickened his thrusts, making sure to hit that spot deep inside you that he knew felt so good. Over and over again, harder and harder. It sent a rush of electricity through your body, limbs shaking and back arching as your orgasm washed over you. He loved how your cunt clenched down on him, a warm rush of arousal pooling around the base of his cock. 

“That was so good, princess. Such a sweet girl,” Jongho barely let out, “Think I’m gonna come now, too.”

“Want it inside me, Jongho.” 

That was enough to send him over the edge. His hips rutted into yours desperately. Spilling his seed into you, he stopped thrusting and just sat there for a moment, basking in the warmth around him. His forehead pressed against yours, noses nudging together and eyes staring into each other with great affection. 

“You forgive me yet?” He pulled out, eliciting a whine from you. 

“I forgave you when I saw the flowers,” you chuckled, sitting up on your elbows. Jongho flopped down next to you. His chest rose and fell shallowly, trying to regain some of his breath. 

“I figured,” he looked at you, eyes gleaming with joy, “but it was still nice, right?” 

“Of course it was. I love it every time, you know that. And I missed it so much, you don’t even know.”

“Baby, I don’t even think I knew how much I needed it,” he pulled you into him, his hand massaging into the skin of your hip, “I know I said this, but I’m never gonna leave you like that again, got it?” You returned a simple nod, too tired to answer verbally. 

“Ready to get cleaned up?” You answered again with a nod, sleep already seeping into your bones. Jongho left the room, heading to the bathroom to clean himself up and fill up the tub. Not long after, he came back for you, pulling you up into his arms to carry you to the bathroom. Checking the water temperature and deciding it was alright, he placed you into the tub. It was silent between you two, but that’s what you liked about aftercare with him. You didn’t need words to bring you back to your normal mindset, his touch was always enough.

His hands massaged your shoulders, knocking every knot and tight spot out of your body. They moved down your body, working until he could confidently say you wouldn’t feel sore in the morning. He then went on to take a washcloth to your body, scrubbing the sweat and other body fluids off of you, paying extra attention to the insides of your thighs. During all of this, he gently hummed one of your favorite songs. It was a ritual for him to care for you like this. It made him feel good, like he protected you like no one else could. Sure, he was always working, but when he was working to please you, it made him feel so much more important. 

Once finished cleaning you off, he drained the tub. Turning his attention back to you, he planted a kiss to your forehead and helped you out of the tub. You purred as he wrapped a warm towel around you, pulling you in for a hug. The two of you stayed there for a moment, just swaying in each other’s arms. 

He didn’t want to say anything to ruin the quiet atmosphere in the bathroom, so instead he hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face up to look at his. He placed a tender kiss to your lips, knowing that you’d understand just how much he cared for you in that moment. 

[goodgirlformatt]

Beach Day - M.S

Summary: You and Matt are good friends, and decided to have a little beach day. Catching the sunrise and playing in the water is maybe a little too romantic for just friends.

Warnings: Kissing, fluff :)

a/n: Ok, I actually think this story is super cute :,). Pretty short story! Not proofread.

My alarm goes off early in the morning before I groggily turn it off. I sit up in bed and yawn and stretch before getting up and ready to catch the sunrise at the beach with Matt.

I slide on my bikini, a dark blue color with light blue trim, a little metal circle connecting the cups on my sternum. It’s my favorite bikini, it hugs my body just how i like and makes me look good.

I put on minimal waterproof makeup; mascara, some concealer, and just a spritz of setting spray. I make sure I have in earrings that won’t be harmed by the salt water and put on my daily necklace.

I get a text from Matt saying he’s outside. I quickly pull on some shorts and a bikini cover and grab my slouchy bag before I go outside and hop in his car.

The car ride is quiet, but not uncomfortable. We’re both just very tired from having woken up so early. It’s just quiet music playing with the dark sky as he drives us over to the beach.

Once we get there, he parks and we find a spot to sit in the sand. Laying out our beach towels next to each other, we watch the sky lighten up before turning a beautiful orange hue, with hints of pink and blue.

I use my digital camera to take a few pictures of the sky, even being able to sneak one of just Matt. The way the sky lights had his face contoured was so enchanting to see, I had to take a picture.

…

“The suns fully up, wanna get in the water?” He says with a bright blue sky above us.

“Yeah, why not” I say, standing up. I take off my shorts and bikini cover. I see his eyes glaze over my body but I don’t mention anything. After all, he’s just my friend. Right?

We walk down close to the shore and start walking in. The cold water freezing my feet and ankles.

“Oh my god!” I say with a laugh when I feel just how cold the water really is.

“C’mon don’t be a baby! Get in here.” Matt teases me with a grin, holding his hand out for me to take.

I hesitantly take his hand and walk in until the water is about up to my knees.

“No I can’t do it!” I giggle and shake my head. Words I would regret.

Matt gets a devilish smile before letting go of my hand and grabbing my waist, taking me out further. I yelp and laugh as he does, trying to fight against it.

Without warning, Matt throws me into the water once it’s deep enough, a yell escaping my throat.

I resurface to see him laughing as I brush my hair out of my face, the salt water accentuating my waves.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that.” I say with a giggle, pointing my index finger at him.

“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do?” He teases me and crosses his arms.

I grab his shoulders before pushing him into the deep water, laughing myself. Once he resurfaces, he brushes his hair out of his face and shakes his head at me.

“Come here!” He says with a smile, coming towards me. I yelp and giggle as I start running from him, the water splashing as I do.

He catches up quickly and grabs me by the waist, pulling me into his body.

“Gotcha!” He says with a laugh of his own.

I spin around to face him as we laugh lightly together, now both completely drenched.

“Hey, is my mascara messed up?” I ask him. I know I put on waterproof, but it still flakes sometimes.

“You got a few specs. Here.” He says, swiping his thumb under my eyes, getting rid of the flakes of mascara. His soft gentle hands hold my face like it’s a dainty piece of glass, careful not to break it.

“There you go.” He says softly, still holding onto my face gently. I can only softly smile back at him.

“Thank you.” I say softly back. If he was just a friend, why did I want so badly to kiss him?

“You look beautiful.” He says. His cheeks go red when he realizes what he said, and I blush too. We both lightly chuckle at the redness of our cheeks.

I glance at his lips when I notice him moving slightly closer. Butterflies fill my stomach and I can’t help but lean in as well. One hand of his stays on my face while the other goes to my waist. He gently pulls me in, brushing his lips against mine.

I close my eyes, bringing my hands up to his upper arms to hold him there. The waves gently crash against us as our lips finally lock together.

His lips are so soft, gently locking with mine over and over, the faint taste of my coconut lipgloss and salt water there.

Once we finally break away I just blush and softly smile at him. Did that really happen? He looks at me the same.

I get a mischievous smile on my face before splashing water at him again and giggle.

“Really?” He says in a joking unamused tone and a laugh, tilting his head.

[phdmama]

Lately I've Been (dressing for revenge)

This one’s for you, @phoebe-delia and I think you’ll know why.

~680 words, Teen. Pre-getting together vignette. SOOC (straight out of camera)

(gentle reminder that I’d prefer people not finish my vignettes without talking to me first! Thank you so much for understanding!)

“Get up.”

Pansy is fucking ruthless. She comes in without knocking, throws open the curtains, bullies Draco until he storms off to take a shower. His first in a week, probably. She has no respect for his suffering. 

After he’s dried off, he stares at himself in the mirror, which gives an exclamation of dismay at the sight of him.

“Start with a shave, dearie,” the mirror advises. “You’ll feel better once you get rid of the scruff.”

Draco sighs and does as the mirror suggests. He doesn’t feel much better, but he can admit, it’s an improvement. Nothing to be done about the bags under his eyes or the hollows in his cheeks.

He comes out to find Pansy going through his dresser, a pile of clothes already on the bed.

“Get dressed,” she says, not looking up. “We’re going out.”

Draco sits down. “I don’t want to.”

“I don’t care,” she replies, her tone acerbic but Draco hears what she’s really saying. “Wear this.”

She hands over a shirt. Draco stares at the sheer fabric and for the first time in a week, he feels a vague flicker of… something. The shirt is black, sheer, and very tight. It walks the line between suggestive and slutty in a way that Draco really appreciates. Pansy sorts through the pile of jeans and pulls out a pair. 

“These,” she says. “No pants. Your docs. I’ll be back in two to do your makeup.”

She leaves without looking back and Draco sighs. He shimmies himself into the jeans. They aren’t as tight as they were but they still highlight his assets nicely. He pulls on the shirt and then leans over to lace up his boots. The door opens and Pansy comes back in, holding two shots of something clear.

“Here,” she says brusquely. And then. “He’s not worth it, Draco, you know he’s not.”

“I know,” Draco sighs.

And he does, is the thing. He really does. It wasn’t love, and Draco knows that all too well. But it had been something, and when Daniel had torn it all apart, he’d done so in a spectacularly cruel (not to mention public) way, and Draco’s been hiding ever since.

Pansy passes him the shot and he takes it. She does his eyeliner and hands him her lipgloss.

“Come on,” she says and herds him down the stairs to the Floo. “You’re not letting him win.”

Blaise and the others meet them at the club. The lights are low and the music’s loud and Draco feels a bit more like himself than he has in a while. They do more shots at the bar and then Blaise and Pansy pull Draco out onto the dance floor. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been there when he looks up and not far away, wrapped around the man he’d left Draco for is Daniel. And he’s looking right at Draco as he slides his hand down the man’s stomach and starts kissing his neck.

Draco almost stumbles, lurches to one side and knocks into someone.

“Sorry,” he says and turns to see who he’s run into. 

It’s Potter.

It’s Potter and he’s looking first at Draco and then at Daniel, and Draco sees the moment he puts the pieces together. And, when Draco glances over, he sees Daniel looking eagerly at Potter. Daniel always did have a hard-on for the Boy Wonder, Draco thinks with an eye-roll that he’s pretty sure does not remain just in his mind, and is unsurprised to see Daniel pushing his latest conquest ahead of them to move into position next to Potter.

“Harry,” Daniel says. “Lovely to see you.”

Potter’s looking good, Draco thinks idly, watching the way Potter’s eyes flick down over Daniel’s body and then he gives him a curt nod and…

Draco stares as Potter turns his back on Daniel and moves in, one hand landing on Draco’s hip, the other tangling in hair. 

“Just go with it,” Draco hears him murmur and then Potter’s mouth is on his and Draco doesn’t even notice Daniel storming off.

[little-svt]

GENDERNEUTRAL | FLUFF | mentions of alcohol

Wc: 836

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Eunoia

Seungkwan knew it was time to pack up with the way you were giggling sleepily, your head landing on his shoulder or Jihoon’s when you swayed left or right. The first time you’d done it, half the members went silent in horror, waiting for Jihoon’s reaction. A unison sigh of relief filled the room when Jihoon simply reached over and ruffled your hair, leaving your head where it was before knocking back his drink. None of the guys minded when Seungkwan brought you around, in fact, they quite enjoyed it.

“Leaving already??”, Jeonghan complained when Seungkwan started the struggle of putting on your jacket, his bag already ready to go next to him.

“It’s about that time, isn’t it?”, Seungcheol checked his watch, sucking air through his teeth at the time, “Oh, yeah. It’s way past baby’s bedtime.”

“Don’t wanna! Wanna stay, Appa!”, you pouted.

And there it was. Proof it was time to head back. Though you didn’t mind regressing when certain members were around, all of them? And in public? Boo just knew your face would turn scarlet red the moment someone brought it up tomorrow.

“We stayed out long past your bedtime, honey bear. Go around and say your goodbyes so we can head home.”, he pinched your cheek before turning you and sending you around the table.

Seungkwan wasn’t usually so strict, but with himself being intoxicated and nearly as tired as you, he had to make sure he got you home safe and sound more than anything. After saying goodbye, catching a few hugs and kisses from a select few members, Boo took your hand in his and called a taxi.

On the ride home, your arguments now felt silly with how quickly you’d fallen asleep under his arm. Your breath was gentle, but warm. Letting his posture relax, he moved your hair from your face so you could rest peacefully, before his hand returned to your shoulder, thumb rubbing in small movements as he watched you sleep. The city passed quickly in the night, the streetlamps highlighting your short trip home. After tipping and thanking the driver, Seungkwan hitched you up on his back and carried you inside.

“Come on, Baby Boo. Gotta get you ready for bed.”

Much to the boys’ disappointment, after a long evening out drinking with the guys to celebrate their 8-year anniversary, Seungkwan finally stumbled into your apartment with you on his back after refusing round three. Significantly more sober out of the two of you, he’s stuck with the task of getting you both ready for bed. You’ve already begun to fall asleep by the time he got you to the bathroom, your head against his chest and your muscles threatening to drop your full weight wherever it may land at any moment.

Deciding he was also too tired to put you both through the process of showering, he opted for setting you up on the counter and pulling your hair up and out of your face so he could work on removing your makeup and brushing your teeth. Usually, you didn’t put up too much of a fight with the toothbrush, but tonight, half asleep, half regressed, fully drunk, you had a bone to pick with having any objects inserted into your mouth.

“Baby…”, he begged, holding your head straight by your squishy cheeks so he could finish up this nightly activity that neither of you were enjoying. He almost wonders if he should have taken any of his Hyungs’ offers to help.

“Spit”, he pointed to the sink besides you.

Happy to rid your mouth of the frothy sweet paste, you spat and then once more. Without much of a warning, your eyes still closed, a cool, thick liquid was being rubbed over your cheeks and around your face, making you whip your head away and whine.

“Nn!”, you fought further, just wanting to lay your head down on his shoulder and sleep.

“Oh, I know, baby bear. But we have to wash your face.”, he sighed, “You’ll thank me in the morning.”

Finishing up with a soft washcloth, Seungkwan continued with your usual skincare on the floor with your head in his lap. Satisfied, he patted your cheeks with a soft giggle seeing you doze off. With only little adjustments of your limbs, he finishes his own skincare and gets you into your pajamas. He wiped a small strand of drool from your lips and rested your head on his shoulder again so he could lift you in his arms.

“Aishh… Baby Boo, you’re so cute, it shortens my lifespan.”, he huffs, setting you down in bed.

It didn’t take too much work to get you curled up in his arms, a plushie between you and your thumb in your mouth. Once the lights were out and his eyes were closed like yours, Seungkwan hit the shut-off button, crashing with a battery drained past empty. But he’d go as long as he needed to, to take care of his little one.

🧸Endnote: more Boo yes I know but it’s always Boo hours 😭 he’s just… home. 🥹💖 so have another little short of my fav tangerine puppy boy because I can’t help but write about him 😪 also no reason for this song title other than I like it 😭 ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY 🎬 ANONIE FOR EDITING 🥰🤭 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[weiryo]

Not A Chance 1.1 "Boys in eyeliner"

SANTIAGO

“Boys in eyeliner”

“You made me look stupid,” I mumbled, lifting the tiny mirror the one-armed girl next to me handed me up to my eyes. I could definitely hear Hitori’s laughter as I looked at the makeup she put on my eyes, she really did go all out on the eyeliner. Hitori started putting everything in her backpack, we were so bored from waiting we were beginning to get desperate for things to do. I never really imagined my first time meeting Hitori in person would be this boring. We had been waiting for the boarding school shuttle for about 3 hours inside the airport, and I guess it was not that long but it felt like forever. 

Hitori kept giggling every time she turned to look at me. 

I sighed. “Can I wash this off?” I asked. Hitori just grinned at me and reached for her bag, her prosthetic arm gripping the straps. I honestly wondered how it worked, but it felt rude to ask. 

“I'll get the wipes, but you have to believe me that you look absolutely stunning.” She teased me. I couldn't help but scoff at her comment, my dad would be pissed if he saw makeup anywhere near me, God forbid it's on my face. In a fucked up way it sort of comforted me that I knew he was far enough away that he couldn't tell what I was doing anymore. He had finally gotten so pissed off with me that he sent me off to boarding school, and what a coincidence that it was the same boarding school as my online best friend, Hitori. I'm happy she was here, she had gone to this school for years so she could tell me anything.

Hitori started wiping down my face, cleaning it of all the makeup. We were fortunate she did it at that moment because in just a few seconds the chaperone showed up with his grasp locked tightly around a boy's arm “Mr Vien, you cannot be wandering around everywhere. You stay with the group or I'll have no choice but to call your guardian… And wipe that horrible makeup off from under your eyes, you're a young man, not a lady.” he scolded the boy and practically tossed him next to me. I jumped when the boy sat down with a huff. The chaperone checked his phone with a grim look “The shuttle will be here in 10 minutes.” He announced in a booming voice. Everyone around us started rushing to put away everything they had taken from their bags. 

I watched as Hitori looked up from her bags and immediately smiled when she saw the boy sitting next to me “Andrew! You're back for another year?” She asked excitedly.

Andrew nodded and smiled back. He rubbed the eyeliner under his eyes with his finger, making it look even messier. “They can't get rid of me if they tried, and they've tried, " he told her, his eyes drifting to the direction I was in. “Who are you?”

I looked at him, he had the look of the average troublemaker, and he had a weird wolf cut like a child attempted it. “I'm Santiago Hernánez.”

Without warning he grabbed my hand and shook it. “Welcome to hell, I'm Andrew.” He said with a now cheery tone. I couldn't help but smile, his smile was strangely infectious.

A few minutes later the shuttle finally arrived and I picked up my things and got into the tight van, when I was pushed in by other students I winced in pain because I accidentally hit the bruise on my right bicep. When I rubbed my arm, a strange feeling hit me, like something would happen, like my whole life would be turned over more than it already has been. I settled into my seat next to Hitori and Andrew, it was time for me to go where every 16-year-old wants to go… a boarding school in Idaho.

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#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

[jiminzfilter]

slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

:(

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

[swtki]

Dancing Days - Edward Cullen x Reader Smut

Anonymous said: 19&24 on edward smut? love ur writing!

A/N: Thank you so much :) also I’m so happy everyone is h*rny for Eddy. I decided I want to explore more period times with Edward, changing his persona in a certain decade, but still ultimately being in the same universe as cannon. This will play into the readers character a tad bit.

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SWEARING, S*X, VAMPIRES, ORAL SEX (MALE RECIEVING), VIRGIN! EDWARD, NON VIRGIN READER, GENDER NEUTURAL READER, MENTIONS OF WAR AND DEATH. 

19: “Fuck me like you want people to know”.

24. “Thing is, I’m a virgin”. 

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I brushed my hair into its usual part, making sure I looked flawless. The year was 1976, I was a senior in Highschool. It was a wonderful time to be a teenager, no longer afraid that my friends would die in Vietnam. Even in my dinky little Washington town, the culture was becoming our own. 

The Led Zeppelin record playing on my record player stopped suddenly, alerting me that I was no longer alone in my room. I turned, my expression soft as I saw my boyfriend, Edward.

“Whats up with you and this album? Everytime I come in, its always House of Th Holy on repeat.” I rolled my eyes, lifted the record in question off of the tray, and put it back snuggly in its case. 

“I can’t help it, Ed. Robert just speaks to me. I’m sure you’re like that with Louis Armstrong.” I waved my hand, walking back to my mirror to finish getting ready. 

“Maybe, but the music you listen to it’s...” Edward paused for a moment, sitting on my bed. “It’s suggestive, Y/N.” I turned to him, my eyebrow raised.

“Suggestive? What’s that supposed to mean?” I placed my hands on my hips, and waited for him to explain.

“Well, for one that one song says ‘Sipping booze’, I quite think that is blatant alcohol reference.” I looked at him, dumbfounded. Then, I started to laugh, and I walked over to him. Instinctually, he pushed his head into my chest, enjoying the comfort it brought him. 

“I love you, but god are we from two different Mars.” He chuckled, sending a rumble through my chest.

At school, I was an average kid. Fair grades, many friends, many ex friends. When Edward was paired up with me in math, I got through his cold, stone skin. At first, he was annoyed when I would fuck off, leaving him to do the work himself. Understandable, and once I realized how rude I was, I stopped. I talked to him, prodded him truthfully. I would ask him once we started dating if he had noticed me previously, because I had never noticed him. 

“Yes, I noticed that you were the only one who didn’t acknowledge me. Ironic I guess.” 

A year into our relationship, I would never let him go unnoticed. We walked the halls, hand in hand. Our outlooks were so different when it came to life. He was modest, I was free spirited. Edward was different from my boyfriends previously, I didn’t want to fuck things up, and I refused to even risk it. 

School went slowly that day, possibly because my head was focused on what I would ask Edward, my boyfriend of one year, about sex. About us and sex. 

I hadn’t told him that I wasn’t a virgin, I was worried he would only want a virgin girl, after all they can never look at you disappointed and say “I’ve had better.” A definite plus. Many a nights I tried to imagine him, moaning completely under my control. I wanted him, but I didn’t know if he wanted me. Surely in 50 years he had found a good fuck. I worried that he would be into someone else, forever tied to a vampiress. 

The end of the school day couldn’t have come sooner, my anxiety rising as I got into Edwards car, starting a long silent car ride. I tried to keep my mind off of it, an attempt to avoid the conversation until we were at my house. I kept my mind busy with the lush scenery outside of the passenger side window. 

“So... I know you want to ask me, and I know the answers to what I would ask you.” He said blatantly, putting the car in park outside my front lawn. 

“I don’t wanna talk out here Ed, lets go inside.” I swung my bag onto my shoulder. Thats the thing with Edward, I never have to say anything, just as long as I think it. 

My house was empty, making it easy for Edward to follow me upstairs to my room. I shut my door behind us, then turned to him. Unsure of what to say, I breathed in deeply.

“How long have you known that I wasn’t...you know?” He smiled, sitting on my plush navy sheets. 

“Y/N, I knew before I met you what I was getting into. Your ex had a lot of thoughts about that one night where you guys-” 

“Oh my god okay ew.” A blush rose upon my face, and I saw Edward laugh as he watched my body fill with embarassment. “Well why didn’t you say something?” I asked.

“I figured if it needed to be brought up, it would be. You and I aren’t exactly a physical couple so I didn’t worry too much.” I walked over to my bed, taking a seat next to him.

“I see...I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal for me so if you want to...” I bit my lip at him, his gaze turned to the other direction.

“Thing is, I’m a virgin.” My expression went from a seductive look, to a puzzled one. I wondered if I had heard him correctly. “I’m old school, Y/N. It wasn’t like how it is now when I was human. People didn’t just have sex in highschool, unless they were married because the man was off to war. So, it hasn’t been on the menu for me. You’re the first girl I’ve dated in fifty years, you know. And no, there was no vampiress or anything.” I smiled.

“Well, I don’t wanna scare you or push it or anything. It’s just you know-” 

“You want to touch me, to be touched by me.” his eyes trailed back to mine, looking deep into my soul.

“Yes, I want you, Edward.” I pressed my lips to his, pulling away jut as it got intense. I could feel his disappointment. “I want to...but I can’t let you down. Tomorrow night. I’ll call you and we can talk about everything we want out of it, I’ll give you a fucking fairytale, my love” I chuckled.

I called him that night as I had said I would. We talked about my first time, and everything I liked, followed by what he had seen on video, what he wanted to try, and his fears.

“I don’t want to kill you, darling.” He said.

“Then don’t. I won’t let you.” He laughed at me, enjoying my lack of seriousness.

The next night rolled along with a quick pace. I looked at the clock and saw that it was time for me to start getting ready. 

I made myself look simple, a small bit of makeup and hair product, but otherwise just a tank top and jeans. Sometimes, dating an old fashioned guy was a pain in the ass. Always complaining about suggestive behavior. But other times, my shoulders counted as being half nude.

“You look stunning, as per usual.” Edward said, stepping into my room. He was tense and barely moved. “I don’t know what to do..what usually happens with it if I’m not the one doing everything.”

If he had any blood flow, he would have been blushing right about then.

“We don’t have to do anything you know. We can just lay down and watch a movie if you want to, I just want to make you happy, Edward.” I walked over to him and put a strand of his messy auburn hair behind his ear. Without hesitation, he pressed his forehead to mine.

“I want to, thats the part that’s been eating me away ever since I met you. I want to make you feel good, I just don’t know if I’ll lose it and-“ I cut him off with a kiss.

“Even if you break my pelvis into pieces, I’ll still be happy. I’m always happy when I’m with you.” we both smiled, and suddenly the thick tension that once filled the room vanished. “I’ll take care of you tonight, just as long as you’re doing it for you. I just need to know you’re doing this for you, and you need to be sure you wont roll over afterwards and hate me.” I said, my hand clasped in his marble one.

“I want you, Y/N. I have no doubts that I’ll want you afterwards, too.”

I pushed his head down, level to my own. Our kiss was deep, filled with a years worth of hunger. My hands tugged on his hair, making him whimper. Suddenly, I felt my feet lift off the ground as Edward carried me to my bed. With a soft thump, the plush sheets surrounded my body. It was a contrast of warmth on my back, and Edwards cool body on my top.

His hands were balled into fists, clutching my duvet as if his life depended on it. I pulled away, panting for air.

“Sorry, I forget you need air.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes in response.

“Well, its a shame you don’t. Because I intend on taking your breath away.” we both made small laughs at my remark.

“What now?” He looked at me for guidance.

“Get on your back.” I said.

We switched positions, he was now on the bottom. My legs straddled his torso, I sight he visably enjoyed. I slithered my hands up to his head, cupping his face as I kissed him again. My left hand left its post, reaching down to the buttons on his shirt.

I paused, looking up at him once I got to the last button.

“Does it...work like normal or...” He threw his head back and laughed.

“It doesn’t have spikes, I can assure you its just like a humans. But Emmet did tell me to pull out so...I’m kind of worried about the implications of that but-“ I leaned down to shut him up with a kiss.

His hands were still at his side, resting on the bed. I picked up his wrists, and placed them on the side of my thighs. He squeezed them lightly.

My hands roamed over his bare chest, cool to the touch. I lached my lips onto his neck, causing his back to arch below me. I could feel his excitement beneath me, it gave me a big self esteem boost. His hand reached along my waist, tugging at my shirt. His eyes lit up at the sight of my bare chest. He reached for me but I pulled away to slide down onto my knees.

He looked confused, like I had left him high and dry.

“Sit on the edge.” I said softly, my knees burning slightly due to the rough carpet underneath them.

He rid himself of the unbottoned shirt, slidding over to me once finished. My hands slowly stroked his thighs, he was desperate for some type of touch.

I smiled, tugging on his belt until it came undone. He stayed silent, looking at me like I was the only thing in the world. I unbottoned the trousers, tugging on them. He kicked them off and was left in his breifs.

“Is it okay if I..” I looked up at him and he nodded frantically. I palmed him over his underwear, feeling how hard he had gotten from kissing. My fingers latched onto the waist band, pulling them down to reveal a pale yet pink cock. It wasn’t too big, but deffinitley satisfactory. I ran my finger over the tip, earning a small groan from the vampire. My eyes trailed up to him, so I could see him when I took him in my mouth.

He let out a breathy moan, eyes focused on my mouth. His lips were parted ever so slightly. I bobbed my head, and grotesquely sexual sounds arose from my throat. I felt Edward move a strant of hair out of my face, he looked at me like I was a god.

“Fuck..Y/N if you keep doing that there wont be anything for you, dear” He said in a breathy moan. I pulled back, my mouth feeling sore and tired. “Do you still want to?” He asked, grasping his hands on my waist.

“Yes, I fucking need you.” I threw off my jeans, I would worry about finding them later, I needed him. He layed back down, propping his head up on my pillows. Our lips collided in another kiss as I leveled myself with him.

“Are you sure?” I ask him, stroking his hard member.

“I’m sure.” He pecked my lips again as I got ontop of his lean figure. I spat in my hand, lubing up my needy hole.

“How do you want me to do this? I mean like slow? What do-“ He said with genuine worry.

“Fuck me like you want people to know” I whispered, “ Fuck me like you want the entire neighborhood to know that I’m yours and yours only.”

“I can make that happen, love.” He flipped me over, now being back to where we first started. He lined up his cock with my hole, running it around the tight area. I put my fingers in his hair, making a slight tug as he pushed into my body.

Pleasure filled my body as he filled me up, his cock stretched my insides in the right ways. Without pausing, he started to push his hips into mine, making sure not to hurt me.

He reached down to suck on my neck, adding to the pornagraphic moans in the room. My hands travled to his back, scratching my nails down the cold stone like skin. His moans echoed in my ear.

“Y/N, I can’t be on top I’m going to crush you” I laughed at him, tapping his side so he fell onto the bed. I swung my legs over him, sitting on his perfect cock.

“Perfect, fucking amazing.” He said as I steady myself onto him. His face was in a euphoric expression, the most relaxed I had ever seen him.

I began to rock my hips, sliding him in and out of me. His hands grabbed onto my hips, guiding me. Everything was a euphoric experience. My gut filled with that wonderful sensation.

“Edward I’m gonna cum, oh my god” I moaned out, picking up my pace.

Suddenly, the world went still. My eyes went black and I saw stars as my orgasm washed over me. My moans echoed in the room as my body twitched. A few thrusts up into my body and Edward pulled out of me, rubbing his cum out onto his hand.

I layed there panting while he sped to the bathroom, and came back with a clean cloth, wiping down my body. He put the cloth down, pulling up his underwear and handing me mine. I slipped the fabric on, slipping under the covers.

“Get in here, I wanna kiss you”

He laughed, obeying and slipping beside me. Our lips reunited in a soft clash.

“I love you so much, dear.”

[levi-my-beloved]

Blue Flowers, Red Silk (Part One)

Levi Ackerman Oneshot

Pairing: Modern!Levi x F!Reader

Summary: Your boss has you working down to the bone trying to strike a deal with a famous author to publish their new upcoming series. Levi hates seeing you so overworked, so when you finally have the evening to yourselves, he decides to show you how proud he is.

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: Reader’s boss being an asshole, oral (m receiving), light teasing, dacryphilia, just a WHOLE LOTTA FLUFF

A/N: this... this wasn’t even supposed to exist... part one was never supposed to happen there was only supposed to be one part.. pls blame @cant-spell-slay-without-lay​ for this part one fuken putting ideas in my head that i can’t get rid of :( (totally kidding ily bb :3)

yes i know i said the next writing upload will be BoaF chapter six pls forgive me ;^;

ANYWAY! there shall be a part two of what i originally planned, but this is almost pure fluff with some smut sprinkled in because i was feeling cosy. enjoy lovelies!

MINORS DNI 18+

“You know, I sometimes wish murder was legal.”

Well that certainly wasn’t how Levi expected to be greeted when you came through the door, soaking wet from the torrential rain outside. You stood there in the doorway of your flat, dripping on the doormat. Your sodden hair clinging to your forehead, acting like a raincloud as water fell from your now darkened locks. Levi poked his head from the kitchen archway, stifling a laugh as he took in your comically miserable state.

“You look like a drowned rat,”

“Oh, thanks very much!” you replied sarcastically, shaking out your broken umbrella deliberately over the freshly mopped floors, throwing him a sickly sweet smile as you did. Levi rolled his eyes at your petulance, coming to lean against the wall, cocking a brow in disdain as his arms folded over his chest.

“You’re cleaning that up,”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Have a shower first, you're soaking,” it was your turn to throw your eyes skyward, peeling off your dark, woolen coat to hang on the rack to dry. It was midwinter, and the weather forecast had predicted snowfall. You made a note to flip off the reporter the next time you saw their stupid face on the screen. Thankful you’d worn waterproof makeup today, you kicked your shoes off, feet soaking thanks to the open top heels of your dress code.

You loved your job, Production Manager for a rather large book publishing company, but currently your boss had decided you were a human punching bag, sending you email after email about the current deal you were trying to strike with an extremely well known author. It wasn’t exactly going smoothly, the stubborn bastard wanting 36% of all sales whilst you were trying to cut it down to, at most, 24%, which was still a shit ton. You understood Niles was stressed, but fo fuck sakes, you wish he’d cut you some slack.

A sigh escaped your lips as you watched Levi disappear into your utility room just as you started to peel off your top layer of waterlogged clothing, tossing it into the basket, leaving you in just your blouse and your underwear. You really need him right now. Just to hold you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. You really wanted to snuggle up in bed, caged in his secure arms, but you knew that wasn’t going to happen. Unfortunately, your work doesn’t stay at work. You had mountains of paperwork to get through. Book covers to approve, edits to look through, printing companies to email. Fuck, everything was just too much right now. It wasn’t that you were the bread-earner out of the two of you. You both had incredibly well paying jobs, but Levi had much less paperwork as a Pediatrician.

“Why do you wish murder was legal, hm?” you’d been too wrapped up in your mental rant to notice your fiancé return to you, a large bath towel bundled up under his arm. You glanced over your shoulder just as he draped the towel over your head and shoulders. The freshly laundered scent greeted your nose and you realised he must have put it in the tumble dryer especially for you before you got home.

“I don’t. Not really. Just my fucking boss giving me shit for something I can’t control. He knows full well I’m trying my fucking best to cut this deal. It isn’t even my fucking department! I’m doing him a goddamn favour,” you muttered spitefully as Levi gently guided you into his arms, letting you ramble about your day just to get it off your chest. He listened silently, offering occasional hums of agreement whilst softly caressing your arm with his thumb.

“And on top of everything else, it started fucking raining as I was walking home. The fucking weatherwoman said it was going to fucking snow and it fucking rained. Fuck.” Levi snorted a laugh as you pouted, knowing you were just complaining to add things to your list of things that made you miserable today.

“Well, maybe we can just have a quiet evening? Stick on a movie, maybe order a Chinese takeout or something? I can put the ratatouille in the fridge for tomorrow instead of having it tonight,” you hated having to say no. It was so rare Levi was willing to actually suggest something like this. Though you knew he loved those evenings just as much as you did, he often rolled his eyes and grumbled about not doing something ‘productive’ enough.

“I’m sorry Vi, I can’t. Niles has me working on this godforsaken deal round the clock, which means I have a huge backlog of work I need to catch up on,” Levi’s lips drew a thin line of annoyance as you shifted to look at him. He wasn’t annoyed at you. This wasn’t your fault.

Well, it was kind of your fault for offering to help, but he wouldn’t be mad at you for being you.

No, he was utterly livid at your boss. For the past few nights you’d gotten little to no sleep, staring at your bright laptop screen until the sun rose, trying your fucking best to slog through the swamp of work, wading through countless emails.

You felt guilty. It had been almost a week since you actually spent time with Levi. You hated knowing you always came home and almost immediately disappeared into your office, never to be seen until the next morning. He could sometimes hear your phone calls through the walls, listening to your tired, broken voice utter short sentences, presumably the only words you could get in through your boss's tyrades.

“Tch, don’t be sorry, idiot. ‘Not your fault,” Levi huffed, guiding your head back into his shoulder. If he could hold you tonight, he supposed he would just have to stand here with you in his arms for as long as he could. He missed you. Dearly. He missed hearing your soft breaths as you fell asleep, listening to your heartbeat. He missed your high pitched gasps and breathy whimpers as he slowly filled you, those desperate moans as his fingers circled your swollen clit. He missed making you scream his name as you reached your upteenth high, convulsing and shaking as his tongue continued to lap at your cunt, drinking in your essence. Ever since you two started dating, he’d had difficulty getting off by himself, becoming so used to your supple hands or scorching mouth massaging all the sensitive spots he wasn’t even aware he had, knowing how to pull long strings of groans and mewls from his throat. He missed your walls clamping around his cock to the point where he could hardly move, feeling you cream around his length, knowing it wouldn’t take much longer before he was spilling into your tight hole, pumping you full of his seed. Eyes crossed and head thrown back.

Fuck, he missed you.

“It’s almost over, I know it. We’re down to 29% of all sales now, so just a little more negotiating and that’ll be it, I promise. I mean, with any luck, this shit will be dealt with by tomorrow afternoon,” you murmured tiredly against his neck. Levi nodded, glad you were blissfully unaware of his filthy train of thought. He knew you wouldn’t mind him thinking about you in such a lewd manner, but he hated the thought of making you feel guilty for not helping his sexual frustration. Well, more guilty than you already felt. He sighed through his nose, planting a kiss on your toweled head.

“C’mon you, let’s eat something. Relax for a bit before having to start on your work again. Oh, your blankets are in the dryer as well.”

“Marry me.”

“I already am, beautiful.”

“Marry me faster,” you swore you felt the clinging cold dissipate as he laughed against your head, the sound instantly warming you heart and soul as he spun you in his arms, steering you back into the kitchen to remove the dish currently keeping warm in the oven.

“Oh? Next month's too far away?” he teasingly asked, letting go of you only to pull his pair of black oven gloves over his hands. You nodded, hopping up to sit on the counter, the warm towel falling to sit around your shoulders. “When would you prefer?” he asked, going along with the topic of conversation with a slight smile.

“Mmmmm… tomorrow.” Levi looked at you from where he’d crouched to the oven door, a brow raised in mock intrigue. He turned his attention briefly back to the vegetable meal, dragging it from the heated confines and placing it on the stovetop.

“Tomorrow? Not sure what your father would say about that,” he replied, hanging the gloves back on the oven door handle, leaving the ratatouille to cool for a bit as he made his way back over to you, chuckling away on the countertop.

“Oh please, I changed his mind about you, didn’t I?”

“Pretty sure I did that on my own,” Levi smirked at your feigned offended scoff. But it was true. Your fiancé and your father really didn’t get along to start with. Having been from two entirely different backgrounds, their values often collided. It wasn’t until the subject of you came up in conversation one long family dinner did they finally see eye to eye. You’d left to help your mother put your baby sister to sleep, leaving your fiancé and your father at the table. You’d half expected to come back to the dining room in utter anarchy. You definitely didn’t expect them to be sharing a toast in your name.

It almost brought a tear to your eye.

“You certainly did,” your beaming grin turned soft at the man standing between your thighs, currently holding his palm against the side of your face. “(Y/N) Ackerman. Has a ring to it, doesn’t it?” Levi didn’t think he’d heard anything sound so sweet, so perfect in his life. His heart swelled with adoration as he traced your eyebrow with his thumb.

“It certainly does, sweetheart,” He tilted your head up, closing the miniscule distance between you, his lips easily grazing against yours in a teasing kiss. Levi chuckled softly as you immediately grew pouty at the ghost-like touch, before snaking your hands up his shirt clad chest to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into your passionate embrace. Your lips melded against each other, finding a slow yet heated rhythm. Fuck you had missed him just as much as he’d missed you. A small whine bled from your chest as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth gently sinking into the soft flesh. You gladly opened your mouth, appreciating his own soft growl as your tongues began to dance a hot tango, both fighting for dominance.

Levi trailed his hands down your front, palms briefly massaging your clothed breasts before tickling your waist and finally settling on your hips. He squeezed your upper thigh, pulling you further towards the edge of the counter and encouraging you to wrap your legs around his hips. The mixed sensation of his growing length grinding against your dampening cunt, and your fingers threading through his hair, nails scratching his undercut drew a low groan from the back of his throat, his chest inflating as you tensed your calves, deliberately rolling your hips into him. You were driving him absolutely wild.

“How long before the ratatouille is ready to eat?” you whispered breathlessly, before his lips crashed against yours, as if he would suffocate without feeling you in his mouth.

“Ready now– f-fuck...” he could only manage short sentences, his hips bucking involuntarily into yours, his nails digging crescents into the flesh of your bare thighs as he found a rhythm that matched the battle of your tongues.

“Okay, new question, how- mmph– how long before it– get’s cold?” you asked between increasingly feverish presses of his lips. You understood why. You’d both gone from fucking regularly to not at all in a very short amount of time, the fierce tension in the room now taut enough to snap completely. You were just as frustrated as he was, finding yourself dripping at the mere thought of his hard, leaking cock. The image made you grind your hips mercilessly, fingers roaming down his navel to his belt, nimbly fiddling with the buckle. Your breath hitched at the prominent outline of his erect length pressed against his slacks, shivering as he pulled back to breathe a needy whine into your ear.

“Six minutes maybe,” Levi panted, gritting his teeth to stop himself from cursing as his belt snapped from around his waist. He reluctantly stepped back when you gently pushed against his chest, giving you room to hop down off the countertop. His question was caught in his throat as you spun him around, pushing him back against the counter you were just seated on.

“Perfect… gives me time to suck your dick,” your grin was borderline feral as you briefly latched onto his neck to suck a deep bruise against his pulse point, as well as a high-pitched mewl from his throat, before sinking to your knees in front of him. You didn’t have time to slowly rid him of his shirt, unravel his composure bit by bit. You want to feel his pulsing length against your tongue, want to listen to his carnal cries as you brutally milk him dry.

The metallic tang of his zipper spread across your taste buds as you dragged it down, dropping his slack to pool around his ankles, borderline drooling at the sight of his tented crotch. You leaned forward, sucking against the darkened patch where his precum had dampened his briefs.

Levi’s hands flew to the countertop behind him in order to steady himself, mind reeling at the torment you were delivering with your mouth. He didn’t realise just how sensitive he would be, whimpering and groaning uncontrollably before you’d even properly touched his leaking dick.

“P-please (Y/N). N-need your m-mouth b-baby, please,” he begged, stuttering through his pleading as you finally freed his throbbing length from the cloth prison. You smirked as his cock bobbed slightly, flushed a deep crimson and and just aching to be touched.

But, you had a whole six minutes. Given how needy he was, you had three minutes to tease him, confident you’d have him cumming down your throat in the remaining three. Just as Levi thought you were going to be merciful on him, you dodged his erection, opting to flutter kisses against the inside of his thighs. His pitiful whine almost made you feel sorry for him as you sank your teeth into the supple flesh, decorating his inner thigh with the most beautiful hickeys, specks of red flecking to the surface of his skin as you smoothed your tongue over the small hurts.

Moving to his other thigh, you threw him a devilish simper when your hot breath against his tip caused his whole body to tense, which gave you an idea.

“Undo your shirt for me. I like watching your body respond to my touch,” you voice was husky, full of a domineering presence Levi hadn’t heard in far too long. Fuck he loved your dominant side, possibly more than when you’re all submissive for him. Then again… the image of you on your back, tears sliding from the corner of your eyes as he fucked you into oblivion, a vibe buzzing against your clit has to be one of the Wonders of the World. Screw the Temple of Artemis. Your body was the only temple he fucking cared about.

He made a hazy mental note to use that cheesy pickup line on you later, knowing how much you loved them before all thought was wiped from his mind as you delivered yet another sucking kiss to his inner thigh. He somehow remembered he was supposed to be unbuttoning his shirt, hands trembling as he popped open the fabric, exposing his sculpted chest to you.

“Hmm, good boy,” Levi keened at the praise, knuckles draining white as he held the countertop edge in a deathgrip. You were surprised the marble didn’t crumble in his fist as you looked up at him through your dark lashes. But your attention on his gorgeous hands was brief, caught again by the precum now seeping freely from his slit. Deciding he’s waited long enough, you poked your tongue out between your lips, delivering small kitten licks to the bulging head of his cock.

“Hng– sh-shit…!” he exhaled, before inhaling sharply as the tip of your tongue circled the tip of his dick. You were curious to see if you could get him off with such small movements, but you really wanted to reward him for being so patient with you. Levi’s stuttering wail was well worth the wait as your hand fisted his shaft, slowly pumping along his length, your tongue still lapping at the precum gathering at his tip.

“Ah-ahh– haah, f-fucking– shit!” you giggled at his string of profanities as your lips puckered around his head, gently sucking gently against the raging organ. Levi’s hips bucked into your mouth, whining profusely at the electric sensation frying his brain, becoming nothing but the network of nerves between his thighs. Your hands gripped his bruised thighs, sending delicious bolts of pained pleasure through his system as your thumbs pressed against those purple blossoms. Your tongue swept the slick bleeding from his slit, smearing it all over your taste buds and his dick.

If Levi could form a coherent thought, he would have acknowledged how fucking hot you looked right now. Blouse hanging off your shoulder, brows furrowed in concentration as you vigorously made out with his cock. It wasn’t until your eyes slid up to meet his lidded orbs did he realise he was staring, but he couldn’t look away. That was until you engulfed half his length into your mouth, fist gripping the base of his cock tightly as your tongue flicked against the vein along the underside of his shaft.

“(Y/N)! F-fuck baby– nngh, y-yes oh fuck oh fuckohfuck… A-HAAH!” Levi threw his head back, his hand fisting his own hair through his desperate sobs. You watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, his abs contracting and relaxing with each bob of your head. You pulled back a little to flick your tongue against his frenulum, squeezing the base of his shaft again. Levi knew exactly what you were doing to prevent him from releasing too early, but couldn’t deny he was loving every moment of this torturous euphoria.

Your other, currently unused hand began massaging circles against his hip, encouraging him to relax his muscles. You stilled on his cock, thumb mirroring your other as you began the same treatment against his length, pulling off his mouth to allow him to recover for a second.

“The ratatouille’s going to get cold,” you mused, admiring the way his tip glistened with a mixture of your saliva and his slick.

“I don’t care,” he hissed through his teeth, his head dropping back down to look at you with blown pupils. “Thank you. For this. I really needed it,” your heart warmed at the sincerity, knowing Levi always found admitting these things rather difficult. You rewarded his efforts with a rough jerk of his length, watching his mouth fall open in pleasure.

“I know, and you’re very welcome,” Levi noted the mischievous innocence in your eyes, but before he had time to question it, you removed your hand from his cock and swallowed him down your throat.

“NNGH– AA-HA-AH, sh-shit your mouth feels so– HNNG, MMN– so FUCKING good... !” you gripped his hips to stop them from writhing, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you fought your gag reflex, nose pressed up against the well kept, coarse patch of hair on his naval. You held him in your throat, your own arousal dripping down your thighs as he squirmed in delicious ecstasy, hands now tangled in your locks to ground himself. You swallowed again, moaning around his length as his thighs trembled at the feeling of your vibrating throat closing around his tip, admiring the way his face scrunched in lascivious bliss.

“Please baby…! F-fuck you’re s-so good at this. C-can’t get there without you. Need your– aah– ‘need your touch baby, p-please,” it had been far too long since you’d heard him beg like this and fuck you could cum just listening to him. Your clit throbbed with each choked sob, looking up through wet lashes only to see tears of bliss gathering at the corners of his own eyes. There was nothing hotter than Levi when he was vocal. Whether he was growling against your ear, whimpering beneath you or sobbing into your mouth, there was something so thrilling about him completely losing, or willingly giving up, his control. You swore his voice was some sort of aphrodisiac.

Your desire to listen to him completely fall apart prompted you to move, hollowing your cheeks as you began to bob up and down on his cock in earnest. The various sounds of you sucking and gagging sloppily on his dick pierced the air around you, intertwining with the downright pornographic moans of your fiancé dancing in the air around you.

“I-I’m so– haah– so close baby…! Fuck, shitohshitohfuckohshit FUCK… haah– haah– haah– d-don’t… don’t stop… ‘m so– SO fuck-ing close... !” Levi’s mind reeled as he rocketed towards his high, unable to stop his hips from rhythmically thrusting down your throat. Stars began to flicker in his vision, the shattering pleasure of your mouth pushing him ever higher into Elysium. “Gonna– gonna cum…! Fu– nnghaah– g-gonna fucking cum… p-please baby– AA-HAAH– please–  please– please– o-oh fu-uck (Y/N)...!” Levi was metaphorically on his knees, begging for you to let him cum in down your throat. Shoving his hips back against the cupboards behind him, you held him there as you sucked long and hard against his cock, hand coming round to rapidly play with his balls.

It was all Levi needed to find his release.

“FuckfuckFUCK A-HAAAH-AH FUCK (Y/N)!”

Hips stuttering against your hold, you looked up to watch his orgasm course through his nerves, spreading like wildfire throughout his body. His eyes crossed, rolling up into his skull as he threw his head back, mouth held open in a silent roar as ropes and ropes of white seed painted the back of your throat.

A long, satisfied whine slipped past his lips through gasps for breath. His thighs shook, the muscles in his torso tensing as you continued to milk him, tears leaking from his eyes as euphoria clouded his mind, unable to feel nothing but your tongue continuing to lap up his seed.

You slowed the ministrations of your mouth, breathless pants and needy moans of your name dragged from his throat, hips still bucking with the aftershocks of his high into your heated cavern. Another swallow pulled another high-pitched, overstimulated whimper from the man above you, cleaning up his mess before you pulled off his length, lips frosted with his cum.

“Better?” you teased, grinning with pride up at your fiancé. It had taken a little longer than three minutes, but mainly because you wanted to drag it out. He’d been so good to you recently, you didn’t want to just suck him off and be done with it. You wanted to take your time.

Levi cracked open an eye, and he was sure he could cum again at the sight of your slick coated chin. A lazy, tired smile pulled at his lips as he slowly removed his hands from your hair to gently tilt your head up from your jaw.

“Much,” was all he could manage to respond as you tenderly tucked him back into his pants and slacks. He gently swiped his thumb across your swollen lips, pulling you into a tender kiss as you rose back up to your feet, tasting himself on your tongue. “You didn’t cum,” he murmured in concern, hands on your shoulders to pull you back a little, gazing into your (E/C) irises. But your reassuring smile put him at ease.

“I’m saving myself for when you can fuck me properly,” Levi chuckled at your blunt, cheeky response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes contently. He couldn’t fucking wait to marry you.

“C’mon. Let’s finally have dinner.”

“I’ve had mine.” you grinned impishly, turning away from him, only to be pulled back into his arms, his nose nuzzling into your neck.

“Don’t give me that, I worked hard on this.”

“Yeah? Well I worked hard on that.” you bucked your hips back against him, earning yourself a playful nip at your shoulder.

“You’re appalling,” Levi smirked as you both crossed the kitchen to the now lukewarm ratatouille sitting, foregotton on the stovetop.

“It’ll need reheating in the microwave,” you helpfully observed, watching the ravenette’s expression fall into contemplation.

“Can’t. It’ll just dry out,” he responded flatly.

“There’s a sauce with it, Ramsey,” you jabbed teasingly, holding his arms against you as he gently squeezed your waist, securing you to his front.

“It’ll suck the moisture out of the courgettes.”

“I know how it feels.”

Levi snorted in amusement. He loved your sense of humour, matching so well with his own. A perfect blend of witty quips and sarcastic comments.

“Be serious,” he chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You salted the courgettes beforehand though, right?” you raised a brow, looking at his side profile through the corner of your eye.

“Tch, obviously,” you rolled your eyes at his tone, turning your head to give him a flat stare.

“Soooo… there’s no moisture in them anyway,” the weight of your observation came in the form of a heavy silence. You couldn’t help the smug smirk that pulled at your lips, Levi refusing to meet your glinting eye.

“Shut up smartass, I can’t think right now,” you snickered, removing your hands from his arm to pick up the dish you’d both been scrutinising for the last sixty seconds. Levi clung to you like a limpet as you slid the dish into the microwave, setting the timer for two minutes. You assumed some heat would still be retained as you rested your head against his on your shoulder, the low hum of the microwave filling the comfortable silence.

“Blue flowers,” you randomly stated, after what felt like years of the two of you standing in your kitchen watching the dish slowly spinning behind the tinted microwave door.

“Hmm?”

“Blue flowers. At the wedding. We need blue flowers,” you raised your head off of his, allowing him to look at you with that handsomely quizzical expression.

“Any particular reason?” he asked, tone softening along with the topic of conversation. The thought of your wedding day next month always made him gooey. The day where he’d finally be able to call you his. You owned every part of each other already, but it would be official next month. Levi shifted himself so he was no longer against your back, but rather pulling you into his chest, cradling your face in his hands.

“Because they’ll highlight the blue in your eyes,” you responded as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, before continuing with your train of thought. “I can have a bouquet of Delphiniums and Irises or something. Ooo! Maybe you could have a Blue Orchid on your jacket, since, you know, that’s your favourite flower! And we could have an arch of Hydrangeas and–” Levi cut you off by gently capturing you in a deep, loving kiss. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you all but melted into those arms encasing you to his body.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” you giggled at his question, peering at him through star-struck eyes.

“Once or twice,” you mused with a smile, swaying slightly in his arms.

“I love you, (Y/N), and I cannot wait for the day I say I do,” slivers of silver lined your lashes at his heartfelt words, your smile broadening into a teary-eyed beam.

“Tomorrow, right?” you called back to your earlier joke, diamonds of pure serenity trailblazing down your cheeks as you regarded your husband-to-be, eyes flitting over his carved features. Levi brought you into a tight hug, tucking your head under his chin and against his neck, your breaths fluttering against his skin. Warmth spread within his chest from the simple comfort of feeling you close to him. But you both knew this moment couldn’t last forever, despite how much you wanted it to. So when the harsh beeps of the microwave shattered the moment, you sighed heavily, knowing this was probably the last time you’d see him until tomorrow night. The heavy weight of work lay upon your mind as you stepped out of his embrace, offering him a sad smile that broke his heart.

“Hey, once you’ve managed to strike this deal and it’s all over, how about we go out for dinner? I had a quick look at the menu for that new Turkish restaurant downtown on my way home. It looked pretty good, and maybe we could celebrate?” Levi raised a brow to you as you removed your food from the microwave, turning to look at him with an excited gleam in your eye. Once again, Levi suggesting such a thing was usually saved for special occasions and it made you smile to no end.

You nodded your head eagerly, hair falling in front of your eyes. You made a mental note to quickly wash it before you settled down in front of your desk this evening.

“Something to look forward to,” you sighed in relief, setting the dish on the countertop as your fiancé placed two plates next to it before delivering a gentle kiss to the back of your head as he passed to set the cutlery on the table. You set your elbows on the breakfast bar, leaning your chin on the heel of your palm, a soft smile playing on your lips as you watched him, admiring how even the smallest, most basic things make your heart sing.

“What?” you hadn’t noticed him looking back to you over his shoulder, half way through setting down a fork.

“Nothing. I just love how domestic you look,” you giggled, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. You’d been living together for the best part of four years now, and you still couldn’t get over how handsome he looked when doing the most menial of tasks. Levi rolled his eyes, hiding his amusement by continuing to set the table.

“Tch, you should be used to it by now, we’ve been living together for the last four years,” he responded dryly, smoothing down the tablecloth before crossing back over to you, leaning over the other side of the breakfast bar, mirroring your stance so his face was inches from yours.

“I think you mean three years, ten months, twenty seven days, ten hours and…” –you looked at the leather strap watch on your wrist, suspending the moment until the little minute hand ticked over the twelve– “forty-two minutes,” you grinned as Levi raised his brow.

“You made that last bit up,” it was your turn to mirror him, cocking a brow of intrigue as you purse your lips to avoid breaking your façade.

“Oh? You know that for a fact do you?” you asked, voice laced with high pitched cockiness as you started dividing up the ratatouille into meal portions. The tomato aroma caused your stomach to rumble as you did your best to keep your attention on the food and not on Levi’s face. Which was always difficult.

“(Y/N), you hardly remember to eat lunch…” he didn’t need to finish his sentence, knowing you’d already finished it in your head for him by the roll of your eyes.

“That was literally one time, let it go man,” you teased, handing him both plates to set on the table before crossing to put the dish back in the fridge. You’d section out the portions into tupperware later, perfect for your lunches.

“It was three times,” Levi muttered, sitting at the table to wait for you. You looked so cute, still dressed in nothing but a blouse and underwear, toned thighs flexing as you walked, soft skin so perfect for suckling sweet little lavender blossoms onto.

“I’ll start charging rent if your eyes linger any longer,” Levi blinked, not realising he’d done exactly what you were doing earlier, getting completely lost in how much he fucking loved you by just looking at you. You leaned against the wall, arms folded across your chest, your mouth pulled in a sly smirk.

“Let me stay for free, I'm your fiancé,” you chuckled at his pout, swaying your hips a little to deliberately draw his attention back.

“Maybe if you’re nice to me,”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“Levi Ackerman you are such a liar!”

“Okay, name five times when I haven’t been nice to you.”

“You know, most people would ask me to name one.”

“That’s too easy, I’m trying to challenge you.”

“Too easy because you’re mean to me all the time?”

“Tch, no.”

“Okay fine, you called me a rat when I walked in.”

“That wasn’t me being mean, that was me making an observation.”

The conversation continued along a similar line, teasing each other back and forth between mouthfuls of food. You adored the way you were one of the only people who Levi would relax with. You knew he wasn’t immune to you, and couldn’t always mask his emotions when you were around. You especially loved that little smirk he had whenever he made another teasing comment that had you feigning disbelief, gasping theatrically in your chair.

Another moment you wanted to last forever, but you knew it couldn’t. You felt your heart break just a little as you started to clean up, before Levi took the dirty plates from your hands with a small peck to your forehead.

“Go shower, I’ll clean up and make tea,” he muttered against your skin, looking down to meet your grateful eyes. You wish you could convey just how much these small gestures meant to you, but you found yourself overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” – you whispered, turning to head to your bathroom– “I love you!” Levi chuckled to himself as you called back to him.

“Love you too, brat,” he muttered, before a seed of an idea planted in his head. You’ve been working ridiculously hard lately. It was definitely time he showed you just how proud he was.

Basic cleaning never took that long for him. Usually he’d spend a little more time disinfecting the table, or scrubbing the plates until his own reflection shined back at him. But he was excited. Too excited to deep clean right now. As soon as he’d pressed Start on the dishwasher he almost ran to his laptop, punching in the password before the screen highlighted his face.

There were a few online stores you two had purchased toys from, and he wasn’t ashamed to say he had them bookmarked. His eyes adjusted from the lighter coloured glare of his search engine, to the darker themes of this specific website. Before he’d even chosen anything, he’d already ticked next-day delivery, remembering how you’d said this whole deal thing might be over by tomorrow evening. If he could book a table at that restaurant and bring a little gift with him, then tomorrow would be perfect.

Levi’s excitement continued to simmer, so much so that he almost accidentally ignored you as you came out of the shower, dressed in the comfiest clothes you could find in preparation for the long night, the garments consisting of his own hoodie and a pair of his joggers. You regarded him with a suspicious eye, clearly noting his subtle change of demeanor.

“So suspicious,” you muttered with a grin, before disappearing into your office for the night.

Levi didn’t know if he could stop himself.  Not that he wanted to. He didn’t care if this was about to empty his bank account. He was so fucking proud of you, and he wanted to show it. He ended up buying seven different items, adding up to an amount he’d rather not look at if he was being honest. You deserved it though. You deserved the world.

And Levi would be damned if he had to wait for his wedding day to give it to you.

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Lost in a Book | JHS

~summary: you and Jung Hoseok don’t exactly see eye to eye. but when you (literally) fall headfirst into a whole other world, that becomes the least of your worries ~pairing: hoseok x reader ~word count: 8.5k ~enemies to lovers, college au, fantasy au ~rating: g ~warnings: naughty freudian slip, sexual tension, arguing, fire

~a/n: this is my gift for the wonderful @moccahobi‘s birthday! I am so lucky to be friends with someone as funny, hard working and gorgeous as you and I hope you have a great day!! and no, of course I didn’t choose the biggest bingo square only to forget and write this in a week.. (okay, I did, so pls go easy on any errors!) as always the lovely admins at @thebtswritersclub came up with a fun challenge to prompt this story, so I will be including my makeup palette bingo square at the end so you can see what prompts I used for this! enjoy x

The moment you had seen Jung Hoseok coming through the door, your eyes rolled.

Almost entirely made of large windows, the front of the coffee shop you worked in allowed you to see all the passers-by. So when you spotted your classmate coming down the street, laughing loudly with a couple of friends, you had prayed that he would just pass by.

Of course, you could never get what you wished for.

“Yoongi-“ you tried in vain to capture your friend’s attention, but too late. Yoongi hadn’t even looked around from where he was scrubbing coffee cups when a familiar voice reached your ears, making you groan internally.

“Y/N! Hard day at work? You look frazzled.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” you drawled, resigning yourself to serving him.

He simply leaned on the counter, sagging with laughter.

“Always service with a smile with you, isn’t it?”

“I’m sure you’d be just as tired if you even tried to focus in class,” you fired back.

His grin didn’t even falter. But at last, he dropped his teasing. With a scoff he ordered a tea and turned around, scrolling on his phone with his back to you as you got to work.

It seemed you had grabbed Yoongi’s attention after all, judging by the poorly-hidden snort from the washing up area.

Scowling, you chucked together a cup of tea distractedly, only too relieved when you pushed it over the counter to be rid of Hoseok. So when he sipped it only to wince in disgust, your heart sank.

“Jesus, where’s the caffeine? This is so weak.”

Your desire to argue back lost its short-lived wrestle with your customer service training, and you were reluctantly offering to make a new one. This time, you forced yourself to pay more attention. You knew that way, you could actually get rid of the nuisance on the other side of the counter.

“You see Y/N, the bag goes in the water,” Hoseok remarked, leaning over to see what you were doing.

Shooting the most passionate glare you could muster had the undesirable effect of sending him into peals of laughter.

Eventually, after making a point to leave the teabag in for much longer – at least until you noticed his fingers begin to tap on the countertop – you passed over his second cup with a sarcastic smile. His mood didn’t seem to have dampened that much, but he left without a fuss.

“You have great chemistry.”

The dry remark from behind you had you whirling around to glare at Yoongi instead. He stood in front of his stack of clean washing, observing you with a smirk.

“I don’t think Jung Hoseok knows what chemistry is,” you grumbled.

But as you set to work, a little aggressively, on scrubbing the counter, you never would have guessed how right you were. Or that it would soon become your responsibility.

“So when we sleep, what part of the brain transfers memory from white to grey matter?”

“…what’s grey matter again?”

“I think you could do with some more of it,” you muttered in lieu of an answer.

Hoseok lifted his head from his arms just enough to fix you with reproachful puppy eyes. Sighing, you tugged the textbook back across the table towards you, flipping a few pages back and jabbing your finger at the relevant passage.

Raising an eyebrow, he read it for the second time today with a growing frown.

“Long term…” he said at length.

“Long term memory!” you groaned, dropping your forehead against the heel of your hands.

Behind you, you knew Jungkook and Yoongi were watching this unfold with amusement. You weren’t sure you could take much more of this.

If you had envisaged this when you had signed up for your college’s mentor program, well, you may have changed your mind.

At last, the hour dragged by. Apparently Hoseok wanted to be there as little as you, collecting the books and leaving very quickly once you were done. Though your shift was over, you were sure you might explode if you didn’t get to rant about the guy right now.

Huffing, you marched over to the counter.

“He’s such a jerk!” you threw your hands out, “his ego’s so big, it’s like he thinks he’s too good to even try! And now it’s up to me to make sure he isn’t so behind, but there is so much to do!”

Your coworkers weren’t helping. Both had given up suppressing their laughter, openly enjoying your pain.

“You guys are no help,” you grumbled, folding your arms.

“Just be patient,” Jungkook offered, “it might get better in time.”

“Patience is not something Jung Hoseok inspires,” you retorted, “and I’m being good enough as it is! I even had the generosity to lend him my textbook!”

“You’re a saint,” Yoongi chuckled.

A withering glare later, you slung your bag over your shoulder and bid your friends a tired goodbye.

Much as you hated to admit it, there may have been some truth in what Jungkook told you. Patience did seem to be the key after all. A lot of patience.

A few more meetings had passed, and Hoseok remembered a lot more now. You weren’t sure whether it was due to the quality of your teaching or just a desire to avoid your constant scolding, but it didn’t matter too much. The result was what counted.

You were to meet again today. As always, he came as your shift finished so that you could work in the café.

“You like him really.”

Jungkook’s voice tore your eyes away from the clock you had been watching.

“I’m sorry?”

“You like him,” he repeated, “I’ve never seen you so impatient to get off work.”

“What? I’m not,” you scoffed, “it’s just-“

The little jingling bell above the door interrupted you. Never finishing your thought, you left Jungkook to meet Hoseok at the counter.

“Tea?” you asked him.

“Not if you’re making it,” he quipped, eyes already skimming the menu on the wall behind you.

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, but said no more. Hoseok’s teasing eyes returned to you as he said,

“Think you can manage a hot chocolate?”

“Of course I can make hot cock-“ your eyes widened at your momentary slip “-chocolate. I can make hot chocolate-“

But for all your correcting and muttering, there was no hiding your embarrassing moment from Hoseok, whose eyes lit up with surprise before laughter spilled out of him in reams.

“I didn’t mean to make you so flustered, Y/N!” he cackled.

Biting your tongue, you hid your burning face from him as he half-collapsed against the counter with the force of his laughter. You angrily set to work on the drink, milk sloshing in the jug as you thrust it under the machine.

“With whipped scream on top too, huh?”

Hoseok’s incessant mocking didn’t stop until you had handed him the drink. If anything could prove to Jungkook just how wrong he was, this should do it. Still, you didn’t dare to turn around and see what your friend made of the situation.

Mixing the powder into the hot milk forcefully, you glared down at the cup.

Damn Jung Hoseok! He couldn’t be any more infuriating if he tried. It wasn’t your fault he was so annoying it made it hard for you to think straight. No one else managed to rile you up so much as him.

You gave him the drink with a side of deathly glare. It only served to amuse him more.

Safe to say you were dreading the next hour.

Clocking off soon after, you hung up your apron regretfully and headed across to your usual table. Thankfully Hoseok was a bit more subdued now.

Unfortunately, you were about to find out why.

“So, Y/N,” he started as you were sitting down.

This brought your attention to him straight away. Your eyes narrowed as he toyed with his mug on the table, avoiding your eyes.

“So, uh, that textbook you lent me-“

You had a bad feeling already. Looking around, you didn’t notice it on the usual pile of books.

“Where is it?” you cut him off.

At last he raised his head to meet your eyes, and you didn’t like what you saw.

“It’s not like we need it that badly anyway,” he began, though you weren’t sure you had ever heard him sound so hesitant, “we finished most of the stuff in there anyway…”

“You lost it, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah. And I think I also spilled some-“

Not waiting for him to finish, you exclaimed your frustration.

“I can’t believe you! Just because you don’t see a use for ever picking up a book, I need that! I don’t have that kind of money spare either…”

As you raked a hand through your hair, Hoseok decided now was the time to be helpful.

“Gosh, I was afraid you would do this. We have a library for a reason, you know?”

Stopping your train of thought abruptly, you lowered your hand to glower at him.

“And now you’re going to make me go in the library? Ugh, you really have it out for me.”

Incredulous laughter followed. Hoseok leaned back in his chair, observing you with raised eyebrows.

“You’re telling me you believe in those stupid rumours?”

Shifting uncomfortably, you shrugged.

“Well, you’ve got to admit the place is creepy, right? And my flatmate said she knew that girl Cindy-“

As you spoke, Hoseok’s laughing grew louder, steadily filling the café until you were forced to stop.

“What?” you hissed.

“We’ve all heard about “Cindy”,” he made quotation marks in the air, “but that’s just a story! The older students made it up to scare newbies – and it would seem it worked. But everyone knows the scariest thing in the library is just the course reading.”

Biting your tongue, you didn’t muster up a response. You would only face more ridicule if you argued about this.

“Don’t forget the librarian,” you joked half-heartedly.

Hoseok chuckled lightly, and you were glad he dropped the topic after that.

But still the issue of your sorely misused textbook remained.

There was nothing to be done. You had to go to the library.

It may seem a ridiculous thing to be scared of, especially for someone who loved books, but, as Hoseok had kindly refreshed your memory of, there were… stories. The campus library at your college warranted a degree of wariness.

Most commonly told was the story of Cindy, supposedly a student at the university many years before. No matter how dramatic the story was made, the essentials were the same; she had gone into the library and never come out.

Logically, you knew that this was just one of those quirky urban legends that came to surround certain places.

Nonetheless, your nerves only worsened as you entered the grand building.

On your way in, you only passed one other student. Most people were leaving uni at around this time, but you needed to hang around anyway because your shift was soon. You had sent a quick text to Yoongi to let him know you would be there once you found the book, and somehow it comforted you a little that someone else knew you were here.

Moving through the first few rows of tall bookshelves, you had to pass by the main desk on your way to the section you were looking for.

Doing your utmost to tread with care, sandals making as little noise as you could manage on the wooden floor, you walked on.

As you drew near, the librarian looked up. Greeting them with a bright smile, you didn’t let it show that your heart was really thumping in your chest.

Hurrying along, you only slowed once you had entered the right section. Near the back of the library, it was dimmer as no light from the window reached all the way into the corner. Utter silence dampened the air. Not even the rustling of the librarian sorting papers could be heard from here.

Alone with the hushed sound of your own breath, your eyes flicked along the rows, searching for the right name.

Spotting it at last, you wasted no time in reaching for it. But as you tried to slide it from its spot, you were met with resistance. Perhaps it was very tightly packed in its place.

You tried again with both hands. It was still wedged in, but you felt it give a little so kept pulling. You managed to tug it out a little way, but this time, the book tugged back. Holding onto it as tightly as you were, you stumbled forwards, nearly slipping out of one of your sandals.

Gulping, your brow creased. More determined this time, you tried once more, but it seemed the book only retreated further among its companions on the shelf.

Breathing heavily, you stepped back. Books were not meant to do this. You swore it had moved by itself.

Maybe Hoseok would call you crazy if this was your reason for not getting the textbook. But, you thought, staring back down the empty row of shelves, a science textbook was less important than not getting involved with the strange happenings of the library.

Already you were questioning your sanity. Books didn’t move.

Looking back at it once more, it appeared perfectly unassuming. There was nothing unusual about the book. Maybe your mind was playing tricks, driven from the fear you felt about this place.

Breathing deeply, you reached your hand out for one last try. Picking up a book couldn’t be that hard. As long as you didn’t fear it-

Your fingers came into contact with the spine, and not a moment later, the book shrunk right back. But though it shot out of sight between its neighbours, your hand was stuck to it. Your intent to snatch it straight back at any sign of movement failed, and you were yanked forwards.

Flying clean off your foot now, your sandal clattered to the floor among the silent shelves behind you.

Your stomach jerked at the sudden movement. Now, as you plunged towards the shelves, you screwed your eyes shut, anticipating the imminent collision.

None came.

Instead, your insides seemed to be suspended. You had not crashed, but still your feet didn’t meet the floor; though your eyes were closed you were certain you were falling.

Rapidly upping its pace, your heart tried to punch through your ribs the longer you were in this state, fearing your landing. Panicked, you took great gulps of air, limbs flailing fruitlessly.

You landed.

It felt like you had been falling for a long time – too long – yet the force you hit the ground with was not painful. For a second, it expelled air from your lungs, but by the time you had rolled and tumbled enough to land on your back, you were sucking in a shaky breath.

Blinking, you turned to look around you. Your arms struggled to push you from the ground, but you heaved to sit up anyway.

This was like nowhere you had ever been.

No parquet was beneath you here. The ground was earth, sparse tufts of grass growing from it. But in places, the foliage was abundant, great swathes of vibrant grass surrounding a nearby rock which protruded from the ground.

These rocks were also plentiful, though not of regular size. They poked from the ground, rough surfaces being seized by moss of all colours.

Other plants stretched higher still, all in shades of purple, green and blue. Climbing slowly to your feet, your eyes traced up the stem of a slender tree whose leaves drooped downwards with their size.

The only thing you could hope to recognise were roses that grew in places, curved petals familiar atop their stems that wound around larger plants.

In the scattered canopy above you, there appeared to be vines as well. Climbers, perhaps; it appeared as if they were winding around ceiling beams above you, except that they were in open air, pale sky stretching above them.

Very deliberately, you blinked.

Nothing changed.

Jaw hanging open, you turned slowly around. This place continued the same everywhere you looked. You certainly weren’t in the library anymore.

Taking some effort to breathe evenly, you forced your feet to still.

Remembering your phone, you quickly reached for it. But as you repeatedly pressed the power button, the screen remained black. Either you had let it run down, or it wouldn’t work in this alien place.

You replaced it in your pocket with bitter disappointment and continued to stand still, observing this place.

Purposefully, you walked towards the nearest rock. Given the way you were transported here, you were a little wary of touching random objects, but you tentatively reached for the mossy surface. Briefly grazing it, you jumped backwards, expecting something to happen.

Nothing. Just the springy surface of moss, solid and very real.

Staring at the rock, your mind ran in uncomprehending circles. How had you got here? Why? How could you get out?

Cutting through your thoughts, a thump came from behind you.

Startled, you jumped around, eyes darting in panic around the world you had found yourself in. Nothing seemed to have moved…

A cough, followed by a groan, drifted from somewhere.

Frown deepening, you stepped forwards. A few paces brought you around the next rock, bigger than the last. Not only was it taller than you, it was bordered on one side by more of the tall plants, blocking your view of what was behind it.

This was definitely where the sounds were emanating from. As you cautiously rounded the boulder, rustling sounds reached your ears.

Reaching the trees, you peered between two dark blue trunks. Every muscle in your body was tense, ready to spring away at the first sign of danger.

Instead, you were greeted with the shape of a person. They wore a dark jacket, their hair also dark, but they were facing away from you where they sat.

For a moment you stood frozen. You were divided: should you announce yourself? Maybe they could help you? But for all you knew, they might not feel kindly towards you. What would another person be doing in this strange place?

Before you had the chance to decide, let alone move, the person slumped backwards to lie down, huffing a great sigh as they went.

Your eyes widened. Now you could see their face — and you certainly hadn’t expected this.

“Hoseok?”

Squeezing between the trees, you pushed your way into the small clearing he lay in. On hearing your voice, he twisted towards you with wide eyes.

“Y/N?” he jumped up, eyeing you suspiciously, “what is this place?”

“I have no idea,” you answered honestly. Then, “what are you doing here?”

Echoing your earlier words, he said, “I have no idea.”

After a moment, he seemed to remember something and looked around sharply.

“I found this,” he told you, pointing at the ground some feet away. There lay your sandal from earlier.

“Oh. Thank you.”

You flashed an awkward smile and went to pick it on, sliding it back onto the foot it had lost not long ago. Then your silence resumed.

Briefly, you did nothing but stare at each other. Then you stared again at the bizarre scenery around you.

Hoseok was first to move. Apparently becoming tired of your company so soon, he turned away with hands on his hips and began to pick through the undergrowth, which was thicker here than where you had first landed.

Even if this was all the company you were granted, you were eager to keep it, and so followed him.

A few minutes passed. Eerie silence was all around, save for the tentative brush of your footsteps against plants. He hadn’t complained about your presence, though, so you eventually decided it safe to speak.

“Did you… fall here?” you ventured.

His eyes snapped back to you. With a nod, he confirmed it.

“From the library?”

Slowing down, he allowed you to catch up and walk at his side.

“Yeah, why? You too?”

“That’s what happened to me,” you nodded, “but… what were you doing in the library?”

But Hoseok never heard those last words. A deafening, crunching crash resounded through your quiet conversation, drowning you out.

Both of you reacted quickly, spinning to the source of the monstrous sound in fear. Your hammering heart only sped up as you located a dark shape above the treetops.

“There!” you cried, grabbing onto Hoseok’s sleeve.

He spotted it as you pointed, for it was rapidly growing, soaring towards you.

“What is that?” he yelled, stumbling backwards.

You had nothing to offer in reply, instead watching with wide eyes as the creature flew closer still. Still grasping at Hoseok’s sleeve, you tugged at it, looking around for the nearest cover. He made no move. Struck dumb with awe, he seemed to be rooted to the spot.

Turning back to the sky, you were panicked to see the beast drawing closer. You could make out a long snout protruding from its head, spiny wings beating slowly and yet carrying it swiftly over the land.

The monster was enormous, blocking out a chunk of the open sky.

Not wanting to hesitate any longer, you pulled Hoseok forcefully with you as you retreated under the cover of a thick patch of foliage. He complied, still unable to tear his gaze from the flying creature.

You almost daren’t look, even now you were secluded among shadow. But curiosity overcame you.

It was near enough on top of you now. You held your breath, terror washing over you at the sight of it, close enough now that you could make out scales on the thing’s large belly. They glimmered a blazing red as it moved.

But its pace was fast, and it continued quickly, long tail etching a path through the sky behind it.

“Was that…” you breathed, after you felt enough time had passed to be safe. But your thought was too absurd for you to speak out loud.

However, Hoseok finished it for you.

“A dragon?”

Both of you slowly turned to face each other, matching expressions of perplexed shock painting your faces. You opened and closed your mouth, but no words presented themselves.

Your gaze was only severed by the return of the same cacophony to the air that had first heralded the dragon. Only now, it was louder.

Ducking by reflex, you whipped around. Above the treetops, the dragon was returning.

Still filling the air, the sound was that of treetops rupturing as the scaled beast flew low over them, snapping them like matchsticks. Once again, it seemed like the thing was coming straight towards you.

“Let’s move,” you shouted over the noise.

Hoseok didn’t need telling twice.

Side by side, you raced between trees, feet and clothes catching on leaves and vines that spanned the floor. Plunging on nonetheless, you kept your eyes set determinedly ahead.

By the time your lungs demanded you stop for breath, you were sure you must have gone a considerable distance from where you had first been hiding. But the deafening crashes from above had become no quieter.

Slowing down, you sagged against a tree as you gasped for air. Just in front of you, Hoseok looked around, finding you holding yourself up shakily against the trunk.

With a look to the sky and back at you, his face sank further, eyes wide and afraid.

“Y/N!” he cried.

Lifting your head, you met his eyes. Still panting, you turned to follow a finger he raised as he took trembling steps backwards.

Overhead, the leaves seemed to shake. A shadow was sliding along the forest floor as above it, twigs and branches rained down, bouncing from their lower counterparts until they disappeared into the shrubbery.

The dragon was following you.

“Come on!” Hoseok’s voice reached you somewhere among the din.

Spinning, you found him holding a hand out to you, gesturing maniacally for you to continue. You had barely caught your breath, but forced yourself to push away from the tree and run towards him once more.

What did surprise you was that he waited for you. When you came within reach, his outstretched hand was grabbing you, pulling you along at his side.

But there was no time to think of that. Chest heaving with exertion, you willed your feet to move faster underneath you in an attempt to flee the dragon.

All at once, the tall tree trunks you had been running between, almost dense enough to form a forest, stopped. Realising too late, the two of you shot from the cover at full speed, only to find yourselves utterly exposed.

Skidding to a stop, you looked to Hoseok in panic.

Before you could take another step, shadow fell over you again, but it was not cast by harmless trees. The roar of splintering branches grew to an overwhelming crescendo as the dragon caught sight of you and dived, uncaring for the insignificant wood pushed aside by its bulk.

Beside you, Hoseok screamed hoarsely. Together you fled backwards, knowing there was no hope of outrunning your pursuer.

In a few seconds, the beast had descended, giant nostrils flaring at your eye level. Curved fangs gnashed.

With horror, you saw a glow brighten the deep tunnels atop its snout.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted another rock, rough surface towering from the ground. You barely had time to think before you were shoving Hoseok to the side so you fell together behind the barrier. Not a moment later, blazing orange flared, obscuring all other sights as fire erupted from the monster’s jaws and nostrils.

You gave no thought to the position you had fallen in, your push having left you tumbling directly on top of Hoseok. His scream rang in your ears, only rivalled by the crackling heat in the air as his arms wrapped around you. You too were curling up, hands shielding your head in some attempt to shelter.

Thankfully, the rock you had chosen was one of the larger ones and took the brunt of the blast.

Not that it encouraged you much, considering the persistence the beast had shown so far. The dying away of the heat and fire only brought on dread, gnawing low and incessant in your stomach, of the next blast.

Barely daring to breathe, you stayed still, huddling against Hoseok, who did the same.

Any moment, you expected another massive roar to rip through the air. A swipe of the malicious claws or the sizzling heat of dragon flame. The longer you waited, the harder your heart rioted in your chest.

“Students.”

You jolted violently as a loud voice resonated through the air. But it was not the dragon.

Looking around showed you no one who the voice might belong to.

“It is gone,” the voice said.

Hoseok’s hold around you was loosening. Swallowing, you became aware of your proximity and carefully extracted yourself, not looking him in the eye as you moved to sit next to him instead.

It was true that no indicator of the dragon’s presence had made itself known, but you were not inclined to trust a faceless voice. You crawled to peer around the edge of the rock. Finding the space empty, you emerged further.

The clearing was totally deserted. The only evidence of the recent fearful moments was the debris of burnt leaves and broken branches scattered across the ground.

“Who are you?” Hoseok raised his voice, though it shook a little.

You returned to his side, the voice replying as you sunk down beside him.

“Students,” the voice repeated. It was level and calm, but awfully cold. The word was spoken with disdain. “I doubt you would recognise such a voice as mine. You young humans know not the value of words, of books. I am the librarian.”

You blinked in surprise. Next to you, Hoseok sat forward from the rock you leaned against.

“You are? Can you get us out of here?” he yelled, aiming his voice at the sky for lack of target for his pleas.

“Certainly not. I am the keeper of this land. You see, due to the neglect of your kind, my creatures are only kept alive through written word, and I cannot let them be endangered. Students are all the same. Careless. I do not appreciate those who vandalise or waste the knowledge granted them through books. And so, I cannot let you take another one.”

“It’s just a science textbook,” you muttered.

Meanwhile, Hoseok was growing more desperate.

“We won’t!” he called, “just let us out!”

Ringing silence was all he received in reply.

Eventually, he flopped back against the rock with a huff. Worrying your lip, you turned to him, though you had nothing to propose for what you should do next.

His hair was a dishevelled now, strands falling into his eyes which he now turned to you. To your surprise, his mouth curved back into a smile, breathy laughs bursting from him as he rested his head back on the rock.

He shook his head.

“This is crazy.”

You had to agree.

Turning your despairing eyes away and to the surrounding forest again, you were surprised to see movement among the trees. But this creature was not enormous or fire-breathing. A sandy-coloured tail waved, blurring in the air.

Bounding through the trees and coming to a stop at the forest edge, came a labrador.

Staring in bemusement, you found the dog looking right back at you. It was panting, mouth open in a smiley-looking shape. Its tail continued wagging enthusiastically behind it.

Just as you opened your mouth to tell Hoseok, the dog went rigid, body jerking as it barked across the space.

Sitting up straight, Hoseok spotted the dog as well, and together you watched it.

The dog watched back, standing still as if waiting for something. It reminded you of the way your flatmate’s dog used to wait for you to throw the ball when you played with her.

After another minute of stillness, it barked again, then turned and ran. You jumped to your feet as the yellow tail went wagging away through the shadows.

“What are you-“ Hoseok exclaimed as you started towards the trees, following the dog’s path.

Already tired, your legs lagged behind the dog’s pace and you nearly lost sight of the sandy fur. But you kept your eyes trained on it. This animal did not seem unfriendly, or angry. Something told you that you could trust it.

“Where are you going?”

You hadn’t noticed the pursuing footsteps until Hoseok was grabbing your arm, forcing you to stop. Looking around at him in annoyance, you shrugged him off and turned back around. But you had lost sight of the dog now, finding the forest empty.

Your shoulders slumped.

“I was trying to do something to get us out of here-“

“By getting more lost?”

Hoseok’s eyes blazed with anger and he threw his arms out to punctuate his yell with frustration. Opening your mouth, you returned his outrage.

“We’ve been lost since we got here! We don’t know anything about this place, but we can’t just do nothing!”

“What can we do? You heard what the librarian said.”

His volume had lowered and he took a step back.

Breathing out, you did the same, noticing only now how you had crowded each other’s space in your anger. Swallowing down your own frustration, you levelled your gaze at him. His words spoke of despair.

Sighing, you pushed a hand through your hair.

“There’s no use in fighting,” you muttered, “and I’m scared too. But we have to try.”

Lifting his eyes to you, Hoseok felt then as if he was seeing you for the first time.

You shared his fear, and had spoken that out loud, but still the steely glint never left your eyes. Rather than run or hide, you stood tall, resolved to find a way out, no matter how hopeless this crazy turn of events seemed.

“Hoseok?” you called, rendered hesitant by his silence.

Giving his head a quick shake, he averted his gaze from you.

“Hobi,” he spoke.

You frowned.

“I’m sorry?”

“Call me Hobi,” he repeated, “if we’re stuck here forever, I won’t be able to stand it if you call me Hoseok all the time.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Taking that to be some odd form of agreement, you turned around and started to pick your way again through the forest, no matter how blindly. The only vague thing guiding you was the notion that the dog had left this way, but that certainty grew weaker with time.

The only thing bolstering you were the steady steps of Hobi right beside you. A reminder you weren’t alone here.

“Sorry for losing your textbook.”

Smile quirking your lips, you turned to Hobi. He was steadfastly ignoring your gaze, kicking his feet through the low undergrowth while his hands were buried in his pockets.

“If you hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t be here now,” you hummed.

That caught his attention.

“Hey! At least I’m apologising!”

“Doesn’t fix the fact we’re lost in… well, wherever this is,” you chuckled, “though I’m sure it’s worked out well for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I hadn’t come here to replace my textbook, you would be here all alone.”

Hoseok simply tilted his head in vague answer.

After a few short moments of quiet, you resumed the conversation.

“So, what were you in the library for?”

He let silence stretch out for longer than you expected, and you slowed your steps to look at him. His eyes were wide, and when he spoke, it was with a nervous smile, as if he wasn’t sure he should be smiling.

But he was too quiet, and all you heard was something that sounded like ‘yuzbook’.

“Sorry?” you frowned.

With a long-suffering sigh, he finally spoke up.

“I was looking for your science book as well.”

Your eyebrows shot upwards.

“You were?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you had decided it was my responsibility? Even though you lost it.”

“Exactly, I had lost it. I felt bad.”

“Ha!” you exclaimed, jumping around to dance in front of him, “Jung Hoseok admits remorse! What is the world coming to?!”

“I told you to call me Hobi,” he grumbled.

A smile was still bursting at your lips, but you calmed down and returned smugly to his side.

“My bad. Hobi wanted to do something nice! For me, of all people! Maybe this really is a dream…”

“You dream about me?” he grinned, teasing right back.

“Eugh, of course not,” you scoffed.

His laughter filled the forest, and you were glad of it. At length, it faded and you walked on.

“But, turns out you were right to be scared of the library,” he admitted quietly.

Simply nodding, you kept going. By now you had lost all hope to have remained on course with the dog you had seen earlier, but there was little use dwelling on that.

Most of the way, you had been trekking through forest, but now the trees were thinning. Once again, they began to be clustered in patches near protruding rocks.

Coming between two waist-height boulders, you found a pond lying cradled by short grasses and more rose plants.

Agreeing on a break, you and Hobi slumped down at its bank, though you also agreed not to drink it. Hobi seemed much more distrustful of everything you came across in this curious land than you, but there was no harm in caution, you supposed. It was true that, on getting closer to the water, it appeared to glimmer silver.

What that meant, you didn’t know, but didn’t care to investigate.

Reclining on the ground, you breathed deeply. The pond was in a large clearing, similar to the first place you had crash landed in. You couldn’t escape some dread that all this time had brought you in a mere circle to the beginning, but there was no way to be certain.

Forest lined one side of the oasis, while the other stretched away, obscured behind that rocky landscape dotted with an array of foliage.

As you scanned the area idly, a familiar blur of motion had you sitting up with a yelp.

“There! Did you see that!” you cried, but began running without waiting for a reply.

Twisting to attention, Hobi clumsily took to his feet after you.

“You sure?” he called after you.

You kept running. You had seen it – it had been right here. You were certain it was trying to lead you somewhere, and you felt compelled to follow it.

Plunging between rocks, Hobi’s slower steps faded behind you. Uncaring, you continued, eyes alert for any sign of your goal.

And there it was: another brief glimmer from just beyond the next clump of plants. You were so close. This time, you were going to reach it. It would get you out of here.

Still running, you didn’t care that the way wound deeper through the terrain, nor that the world around you darkened as you went. No, your mind was set. You kept moving.

When you finally reached what seemed to be the midst of the darkness, it never occurred to you that this was never what you had been looking for. All you were filled with was delight; in the middle of the dark clearing stood a grove of roses. They were taller than the roses you had seen so far, growing thickly and close together.

In the blackness, the petals emitted a soft glow that shone through their delicate veins.

A smile curved your lips. But as you took a slow step towards the luminescence, something emerged from behind them. It became clear that the roses themselves were not glowing, but the creature. A unicorn.

White coat shimmering with its every move, it seemed to glide over the landscape. The slender horn protruding from its head appeared crafted by the finest silversmith, with hints of colours dancing along it even in darkness.

All breath was stolen from you. Your startled exhale left a cloud lingering in the air beside your lips which glittered as the majestic animal walked in front of you.

Either it didn’t see you, or didn’t mind your presence, because it proceeded perfectly calmly. Keeping your eyes fixed on it, your feet stumbled after the serene creature without you willing them to.

You barely blinked as you followed the graceful unicorn, desperate to keep your eyes on it. You couldn’t have torn them away if you wanted to. Just watching the animal had all your tension melting away: legs feeling heavy, mind fogging. All your worries dissipated as easily as smoke in the wind.

The world was silent. It was as if your ears were plugged as you reached out, somehow confident enough to touch the noble beast.

Another step closer.

Your fingers stretched out, ready to meet the sleek, glowing coat-

“Y/N!”

A blow knocked you sideways, a weight falling with you as the shout of your name rung loudly in your ears. For a split second, you winced, expecting to be crushed on the ground, but already a hand shielded your head. Instead, you landed on a body, held securely in the person’s arms.

Gasping, you found yourself breathless. Your gaze had been severed on being tackled, and now that you blinked, dark clouds seemed to lift from your vision.

Looking around wildly, you were slow to come to your senses, but the person was already shifting.

“We need to move.”

That voice was familiar. Looking around, you found Hoseok’s eyes trained on you as he struggled to stand with your weight against him.

Clumsily getting your feet underneath you, your mouth opened, but a shriek filled the air before you could speak.

Clapping your hands over your ears, you winced at the piercing wail splitting the air.

Hoseok, however, wasted no time. He grasped your wrist, pulling you stumbling across the clearing behind him as he sprinted away.

Wide-eyed and breathless, you twisted to look behind you. The unicorn was still there, but it wasn’t glowing, just plain white. But your eyes only caught it for a second, before a darker shape was swooping from the sky.

Feet pounding, you fled the shrieking beast as it descended in a rush of feathers.

Glinting talons flashed, inches in front of your face as the bird-like shriek reached its peak.

And then you were plunged into shadow, squeezed between leaves and petals.

Hoseok slowed, dropping your hand, but you were practically frozen. You staggered backwards, eyes trained on the spot those razor sharp claws had been.

Above you, the shrill cry was quieting, echoing around the land as your attacker circled higher once more.

“What… what was that?” you panted.

“That was close,” Hoseok responded, no humour in his voice. “I was calling to you! Why didn’t you move?”

“You were?” you frowned, “I-I didn’t hear. I don’t know what happened.”

Light frown creasing his brow, Hobi looked seriously down at you. Swallowing, he looked you over. Your heart still trembled, trying to take in what had just happened, and you looked up at him fearfully. Was he angry?

Fixing his eyes on your own, Hobi stepped forward, bending to draw your faces closer together. Holding your breath, you stiffened, heart rate rocketing as his breath fell warm over your cheeks.

Then he reached his hand out. You forced yourself to hold his gaze, not sure why your face was growing hotter under his scrutiny.

His fingers met your hair. They pulled gently at a strand.

“You had this in your hair.”

Blinking, you found him holding a rose petal up, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“Right. Thank you,” you spoke awkwardly, snatching it from his hand.

“Let’s stay here for a bit,” he said then, turning around as if nothing had happened. However, you didn’t complain. You didn’t want him to see your burning cheeks.

Hobi had pulled you into the grove of roses you had seen earlier, which grew some way above your heads. The bushes were close together, providing the perfect cover. You heard no more of the shrieking monster as you walked after him through the plants.

Beautiful flower heads were nestled everywhere, the graceful bundles of petals peering at these strangers walking through their home.

Eventually, Hobi came to a halt. When you stopped at his side, he pushed aside some leaves to show you what lay beyond.

You had reached the other side of the grove and a new clearing lay before you. Unlike the other places you had been, there were no tall trees or wide rocks rising from the ground. At last it was flat.

But, most noticeably, in the middle of the clearing there was a building. Deep blue walls rose from a gold base, thin pillars winding upwards to support the corners of the many-sided roof. Small arched windows were set high up in the walls, through which you could see a silvery glow from inside.

Hobi looked around the space before emerging. No longer impatient, you wholly agreed with his caution and also peered out carefully.

As you remained mostly hidden by the roses, something came running around the house.

The dog.

Same as before, it stood looking at you, smiling mouth and wagging tail welcoming.

First, you looked to Hobi.

“What do you think?”

“You were right,” he replied, “the dog seems alright. We should give it a shot.”

Smiling, you felt assured now you were in agreement. Not stopping to think too much about the action, you placed your hand resolutely in Hobi’s and stepped forwards.

This time the dog did not begin running away, waiting for you by the blue house wall instead. As the two of you drew closer, you bent a little, holding your hand out to the creature.

“Hi!” you cooed, ignoring Hobi’s light scoff from beside you.

The dog poised as if it would bark back, but instead it looked towards the house. Following its gaze, you looked through the window and instantly fell silent.

Inside, a figure was sitting, though you could only see their head and shoulders – and a pair of wings. They fluttered lazily, glinting in the silvery light.

“The librarian,” Hobi murmured.

Nodding, you looked back to the dog.

“Will you help us?” you whispered.

Its tail wagged harder.

Smiling, you reached out to give it a gentle pat, ruffling the soft fur between its ears.

Satisfied, the sandy blond animal turned around, tail blurring all the while. It trotted away, leading you around the house. On passing the windows, you both ducked, fearing what the faerie would do if they discovered you here.

A short dash, looking over your shoulders, and you finally reached a thick row of trees. Squeezing behind the large trunks, you were surprised to see large wooden doors waiting for you.

If not for the lingering worry of the librarian somewhere nearby, you would have laughed out loud.

Hobi rushed forwards, grasping the dogs ears and ruffling them enthusiastically.

“You got us out!” he whispered happily.

You were amused to see the dog’s smiling mouth grow wider, tongue hanging out with his praise.

Jumping up with a brilliant grin, Hobi walked to the door. Waiting by the handle, he let you also say goodbye to your four-legged saviour.

“Thank you,” you told it with a loving pat. For a moment, you looked into the dog’s eyes, wishing you could somehow convey your gratitude.

Then a thought came over you. Tilting your head, you frowned slightly.

“Cindy?”

The dog’s tail whirred back into motion, hopping up and down a little at the name.

Breaking into a smile, you patted it affectionately.

“Good girl, Cindy,” you grinned, “thank you.”

Then you stood to join Hobi’s side. He lifted the great handle, which made a concerning thunk in the quiet.

Hurriedly slipping through, you fell against the other side of the wood as he followed and shut it firmly behind him. You were back at the entrance of the library, the glass doors at the front of the foyer showing the road beyond it, no different than ever as cars and pedestrians hurried along.

“Who let someone like that work in a school?” you laughed, incredulous.

Hobi laughed loudly at last, the sound bringing a bigger grin to your face.

You had made it out.

All of a sudden, a pinging sound rang from your pocket, soon over taken by at least five more.

Pulling out your phone, you found it alive again, the screen lit up and full of messages.

“Yoongi’s wondering where I am,” you muttered, “my shift…”

Hobi pushed away from the wooden door, starting to walk with you across the entrance hall. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he nodded.

“Yeah, um, I should get going too, I guess.”

Opening the main doors, you stood outside on the steps, at a loss. A bus rumbled past.

“Okay,” you spoke at length, “yeah. Er, see you around.”

Smiling briefly, Hobi took a few hesitant steps back before he committed to walking away. One last wave and he was engulfed by the crowd on the street.

You sighed and set off in the opposite direction.

The bell clinked, swinging wildly above the door as you hurried over to the counter.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” you spoke as you set your stuff down.

Turning to lean against the counter, Yoongi shrugged.

“’s’alright. Where were you though?”

“Ah…”

What were you meant to say? Your head was still spinning from everything that had passed, but you knew no one would believe you if you told them the truth. Shifting a little, your teeth nipped at your lower lip while you tried to come up with a reasonable excuse.

Meanwhile, a knowing look was sliding onto Yoongi’s face.

“I see,” he grinned, and then, to your mortification, winked!

“No, you don’t- that’s not-“ you protested, but he was already snickering and turning back to the washing up.

Shaking your head, you concluded that whatever his belief was would make as good as excuse as any. At least he had made it up for you, saving the hassle.

You got to work.

Over the next couple of days, everything ran like normal. Except for you, nothing was normal.

You still had no idea how such a small amount of time had passed while you and Hobi were busy running for your lives in fear of the librarian and their crazed world. You had barely been late for your shift afterwards; when it was time for bed you had collapsed straight in, feeling as if you had been awake for two days straight.

Of course, you had never gone back for that textbook.

In college the next day, you had taken a detour to class, stubbornly avoiding the building that had all but kidnapped you, wondering at the fact no one else seemed to realise.

At the café later on, you waited impatiently for any sign of Hobi outside. He was the one person you desperately wanted to see. Surely he must be feeling the same? He would understand.

But you waited and waited, serving countless other customers without much thought. He never came, and so you were left to question your own sanity by yourself.

Nothing about your impromptu adventure made sense.

If it had been real, why didn’t Hobi act like anything had changed? You certainly couldn’t pretend that nothing had been altered between you while you had been trapped in that strange world inside the library.

Perhaps it had been a dream. All of it seemed so implausible that even recollecting it sent you spiralling with more questions.

But there was one hope. Even if Hobi remembered nothing of what transpired, you were still supposed to tutor him. You would see him next week, and try to assess what he might remember.

So when your phone buzzed that night, screen lighting up with a message from him at last, you had expected to arrange this week’s session. But all it said was: come outside.

Though you frowned, you weren’t going to pass up this chance.

Sliding off your bed, you quickly stuffed your feet into your slippers and tried your best not to break into a run on the way to the door. Collecting yourself first with a deep breath, you pulled it open.

The first thing you took in was empty space outside your door. Blinking at it, you couldn’t prevent the disappointment from creeping in. But then your eyes flickered downwards.

There at your feet lay a rose.

Your lips parted in wonder as you stooped to pick it up. Taking it between your fingers, you rolled it gently there. It was the exact same as those delicate flowers that had filled the grove where you sheltered together in the library.

A smile tugged at your mouth. It only grew as you remembered the identical petal Hobi had pulled from your hair.

He remembered.

The relief that washed over you was dizzying. Clutching the flower to your chest, you smiled out of your doorway once more, silently thanking Hobi.

But you wouldn’t have to be silent for long. Your eyes landed on a figure leaning against a lamppost a few metres away, smiling right back at you.

As your eyes met, Hobi stood straighter. His mouth shifted to a radiant grin. He had come back to you.

Thank you so much for reading!! And again, send lots of birthday love over to @moccahobi​!! As promised, here is the beautiful bingo card I used for this story:

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[indiee19]

I Thought I Was Yours Forever

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You reminisce memories of yours and Alex's relationship after you find him cheating.

warnings: cheating, light swearing

word count: 1588

A/N: Wow, I cried while writing this, also it’s kind of short

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The bedroom was mostly rid of all his things, he was packing up, his expression unreadable. You didn't want him to leave, but it was best for you and him, even though he didn't want to admit it.

Alex finished his packing, and turned to you. "Love, we don't have to do this," he said, his voice breaking near the end of the sentence. He tried to make eye contact with you, but you avoided his gaze.

You didn't answer him, just looked down at the floor in disappointment.

"Answer me, please, love," he said, taking one step towards you, but you stepped back. "Yes, we do have to do this. I have to do this," you answered, tears welling up in your eyes, finally meeting his eyes.

"I'm so, so sorry, love," he apologized, stepping towards you again, lightly grabbing your forearms. You knew he wasn't sorry.

"You sure as hell didn't look sorry when you were fucking that other girl," you said bluntly, looking back down at the floor. He looked down as well, didn't want be reminded of the truth, not wanting to be reminded of the awful 'mistake' the he had made.

"C-can you leave, Alex? Please," you asked, wanting him and the memories of him to be gone.

"Yeah, love, I can," he replied, grabbing his bags, walking down the hallway to the font door, you following him.

He opened the door, stepping through it, stopping himself so that he could turn around to face you, tears welling up in his eyes as well now, showing his emotions that he hadn't shown until now. "I know that it won't mean much, but ... I love you. And I'm so, so sorry, love," he said, tears running down his cheeks as well as some running down yours.

He turned around and walked out of the door, shutting it behind him. You walked over to the couch, crying, letting all of the emotions that had built up the past few days out.

Your mind started to flash back to the night that broke you. You had come home late from work, expecting Alex to be there at the door waiting for you to come home, to cuddle and love you like he always did, but that wasn't the case that night.

When he wasn't there you assumed that he was in bed, waiting for you. But when you walked into the bedroom, you didn't find Alex asleep, or waiting for you. He was in bed, on top of another woman, fucking her.

After the woman had left and Alex had got some pants on, he kept saying sorry over and over again, while you kept crying, asking why he did it.

-

"Why, Alex, why? Was I not good enough for you?" you yelled. He kept trying to explain and kept coming closer, but you wouldn't come near him.

"No, love, you are good enough for me, in fact you're more than good enough for me. A-and I'm so, so, so, so sorry, love. Please, please forgive me," he pleaded, getting down on his knees and begging you.

-

You eventually stopped crying, your face tear stained, nose red. You stood up and walked to the kitchen, more memories of Alex coming back to you.

You remembered all the times you and Alex cooked and baked together. You laughed slightly at the memory of the time that Alex had burnt your birthday cake, and you still ate it to make him feel better about burning it.

You remembered all the times Alex had made you food when you were sick and remembered you doing the same for him.

You couldn't bear those memories anymore so you left, walked to the bedroom, stopping at the bathroom.

You couldn't help but reminisce on all the baths and showers you and Alex took together, the times when Alex ran you hot, relaxing baths with rose petals on your birthdays and yours and his anniversaries. You remembered the times that Alex let you do his makeup, the times that you put face masks on each other.

You pushed those memories away, walking to the bedroom. You stood in the doorway, starring at the bed.

You remembered the night you knew that you'd never forget, even though you wish you could. You wanted to forgive him, wanted him to come back, you knew that you shouldn't want that, but you did.

As you starred at the bed, you remembered the times when Alex had come home late, wondering if what he'd said about being at the bar with the guys was true, wondered if he was just lying and was with that girl.

Then you remembered all the good things that had happened in the bedroom. All the memories of you and Alex tangled up in each other for hours on end, waking up on holidays beside him, having him make you breakfast in bed, all the times that he had made you feel better about yourself and all the times that you'd do the same for him.

You looked over at the closet, knowing that it was no longer full, it wasn't even half full anymore, more like a third full. You wore Alex's clothes quite a lot and saw nothing wrong with that, and now you had to wear your own clothes, and you would miss the scent of his spicy cologne that was practically embedded into his clothes.

You hated this, hated how much you missed him, hated how much you still loved him, you knew you shouldn't miss him or still love him, but you did. You couldn't picture a life without him, especially not in yours and Alex's house that you no longer shared with him, and you hated that.

You couldn't bear the memories anymore, you needed to escape them. You walked over to the closet, changing out of your shorts and shirt into some jeans and a blouse, walking to the door, grabbing your bag and putting on your shoes, heading out of the door.

You walked to the bar you used to frequent with your friends long before you had met Alex, and even a while after you met him you still went there a lot, with or without him, occasionally with some of his friends. It wasn't a long walk, so you made it there in about eight minutes, walking through the door, finding an empty seat at the bar. You ordered whiskey, downing it as soon as you got it.

"Hey, what're you doing here all by yourself?" a man said. You turned to where the voice came from. "Look, I'm not interested in - oh, hey, Miles," you said. He opened his arms and gave you a big hug, kissing your cheek lightly.

"How have you been, Mi?" you asked. He sat down beside you, ordering a drink himself. "Oh, you know, I've been good. Working on an album now actually," he replied. "Where's Alex?"

You sighed, you hadn't told anyone about you and Alex breaking up, the only person you told was your best friend. "Oh, he's back at the house, he was really tired so I let him sleep," you lied, you had no idea where he was and you didn't care.

"Oh, that's funny, because he's at my house. Crying about how much he messed up," Miles said, finishing his drink.

"So he told you-" he interrupted you.

"Yeah, and I wanted to say sorry. And was wondering if we could still be friends, even after what happened," he nodded.

"Yes, of course, Mi," you said quickly. You had figured that yours and Alex's friends that you knew would stay friends and you were happy that Miles was the first one to ask if you could still be friends.

You chatted for a bit longer, glancing over at the clock noticing that it was half twelve. You said your goodbyes to Miles and exited the bar, walking home. As soon as you got home, you checked your phone, you didn't check it while talking to miles. You saw the many texts from Alex.

-

I love you and I'm sorry.

Please forgive me?

I'm so sorry and I promise that it'll never happen again.

Please?

-

You had pushed Alex out of your mind for most of the time while you were at the bar, too focused and your conversation with Miles. You felt tears well up in your eyes, you meant to block his number but could never bring yourself to do it in the few days before he left.

You walked to your bedroom, changing into some shorts and a comfier shirt, crawling under the covers, feeling lonely in the bed that now felt very large, not remembering it ever being this size, but then again, you were hardly ever alone in it. You plugged in your phone before you received another message from Alex.

-

I know I've said this a million times, but I'm sorry and I still love you. Please take me back and I promise I'll never make that mistake again. And I'll serenade you, and shower you with all of my affection. Please?

-

You wanted to take him back, you really did. But what he did was unforgivable in your eyes. Once a cheater, always a cheater is what your friend said to you when you told her about him cheating.

You put your phone down, lying down. You knew that it would take a while to get over him, but you couldn't take him back, not after what he did.

[ferg0s]

'makeup' - Kagami Taiga x Reader

im going to start writing for POC readers and just stuff centered around that (mostly south asain - brown - and middle eastern gurls) we deserve luv toooo

fluff

Wearing makeup was strictly forbidden in most highschools in Japan. It was the whole 'are you going to school or a fashion show mentality'. For the average person, this was no problem. You got rid of the hassle of worrying about looks, waking up early to get ready, and the expense of owning makeup. It seemed like a win-win. But not for you. Because that rule was made for people with perfect skin, with flawless complexions that stayed the same colour throughout. Not for people with permanent eye-bags.

Hyperpigmentation was a pain in the ass. It ran in your family, so you had a first-class ticket to receiving them. You had no problem with them - at first. You never saw the problem with them. It wasn't you saw the multiple magazines, blogs, and ads showing them to be unattractive. At first, you thought it was because of your messy sleep schedule, but despite getting the recommended amount of sleep they were still there. The more you paid attention to the 'problem', the bigger the insecurity became. You started to envy other people's skin and their flawless complexion. You started to make homemade face masks to combat it, spent god knows how much money on products to get rid of them. It wasn't until your cousin told you about makeup where you got the brilliant revelation.

Colour corrector and concealer became your best friends. You finally felt like you were a normal human. You could leave your house without feeling like a public spectacle. But deep in your mind, the scar from all those magazines and ads remained. 'Ugly' 'Tired' 'Dead'. The way they portrayed them - unattractive and unwanted - always remained in your head. You had convinced yourself that's how people viewed you.

It wasn't until you moved to Japan when your fear was brought back. Back in America, wearing makeup to school was as normal as drinking water. Here, you to detention or worse.. suspension. You nearly had a heart attack hearing that. You weren't going to survive. You already stood out as it was, the visible foreigner. At least you wanted to be the attractive foreigner. Luckily for you, you had gotten good at concealing; thanks to the restless nights of watching makeup tutorials.

No one noticed. You felt normal. Though it was a big risk, you were risking suspension, you were willing to take it. You really thought you had everyone fooled - not Kagami.

He liked you. But he never understood why someone like you needed to wear makeup. Growing up in LA he got used to the sight of women wearing makeup on a regular basis, so he was easily able to the secrets of your airbrushed finish. He still never understood why -

So when you and your group of friends, mostly consisting of the other non-Japanese kids at school, were hanging out during lunch and someone complimented your skin, Kagami spoke up.

"She's wearing makeup though-"

Your blood ran cold. How did he know?

"What do you mean Kagami?" You asked acting oblivious.

"Under your eyes," He said pointing to under your eyes. "You don't need it you know," The last part came in the form of a whisper.

Your world shattered. And to add insult to injury, a teacher walking by had overheard Kagami, pulling you aside and asking if he was telling the truth. You denied, but a wipe test, and you were proven guilty.

Since it was your first offense, and knowing the probable cultural difference, you were excused from any punishment - but you had to take it off. They handed you makeup remover wipes and watched you take it off. You felt naked.

You could feel the stares, the holes burning in your back from everyone staring at you. They saw how gross you looked - just as the magazines had said; an ugly zombie. (They were actually staring at you because of the way you looked like you were about to commit a murder or two). You wanted to cry, scream and rip your skin off.

Kagami was going to pay.

You knew he was going to be in the gym after school, he was in the basketball club after all. You beelined for the gym as soon as the bell rang. Your hands tingled as you got closer to the gym, it was as if all your anger was piling up in the palm of your hand, begging to be released.

He was tying his shoe on one of the benches located by the wall. The rest of the team was either bringing our equipment or ding warmups. None of them heard you walk in. You approached a sitting Kagami, him looking up and seeing you caused him to smile before opening his mouth to greet you. But in a blink of an eye, the palm of your hand met his cheek and jaw. The sharp crack of the slap echoing across the gym. Everyone had heard that, turning their heads to see what had happened. Kagami had a high pain tolerance, but that slap hurt - and it being from his crush added extra pain. His head had snapped to the side - the whiplash was burning his neck - and slowly a prominent handprint began to appear on his face.

"FUCK YOU!" You yelled in English, your voice cracking in the end despite your effort to stay strong. You turned around and stomped away, leaving the gym with a menacing silence.

"What do you think he did?" Hyuuga asked Kuroko. "Probably broke her heart, hehe," Koganei whispered. "I doubt it, Kagami sucks at talking to girls," Kuroko replied bluntly.

Before anyone could say anything, Kagami got up from the bench and ran out of the gym - after you.

You were walking back to your locker, you still had to get your stuff to go home. To consumed by sadness, you failed to pick up the sound of Kagami running towards you. The sudden feeling of someone grabbing your arm and pulling you back caused you to shriek. You turned around and saw Kagami. He was panting, sweating even. Angry still clouding your mind, you pulled your arm away.

"What do you want?" You asked bitterly. "What was that for?" He panted out. "What was you exposing me for?" You retored. Kagami went silent. Suddenly realization washed over him. "Do you know how embarrassing that was?!" You had started to cry. "I could've been suspended!"

Kagami listened to you call him every name in the book, watched your curse like a sailor, all whilst staying quiet. He let you vent out. "- there must be a reason why I wore makeup! Oh my gosh, how stupid can you be?!"

"I just don't see why you need makeup,"

The statement was quiet, barely above a whisper, but you had heard it. You froze.

"I didn't mean to get you in trouble," Kagami started. He opened his mouth to say something else, but he was stumbling on his words. "You're very pretty - I didn't understand why you needed to wear makeup. I didn't know you were insecure about that." His eyes lit up. "I'm insecure about a lot of things too! My eyebrows- " He pointed at his eyebrows. You had never noticed them until now. "I used to use my mom's makeup to try and make them look normal," he laughed. You couldn't help but laugh along. He got quiet again. "I'm sorry,"

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

"I think your eyes are very pretty, they're my favourite thing to look at-" He stopped himself.

"It's not the eyes," You mumbled looking away.

Suddenly you felt Kagamis' fingers on your chin. He tilted your head back towards him and a little up. He leaned down and began to examine your face.

"You're literally perfect," he said letting go of your chin. "You know Sarah wishes she was like you right?"' He asked.

You knew Kagami, not a lot, but to know that he wasn't a liar. He was very blunt with his opinions. So hearing him say that... he was telling the truth. Blood began to rush to your cheeks as you realized that. You cleared your throat and looked at Kagami with a stern face.

"I forgi-" "Ill make it up to you!" He cut you off. "How about lunch? Do you like eating?" He was a nervous mess, and you could tell. You couldn't help but form a smile. "I'd love-" "After practice? I'll try to leave early!" "Sounds like a plan," You replied.

You found yourself not wearing concealer to school after that, by your own will.

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[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: You Fake It, You Take It

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales/You (female reader, established relationship, no kids)

Words: 2,173

Warnings: PTSD (not really described but that's what it is), talk of dubcon, PiV sex, cunnilingus.

Summary: This is basically another version of Balm. I just like to make Frankie suffer. And then have sex with his girl to relieve the pain. And then feel bad about it. What is wrong with me?

You wake up from a muffled sound next to you and for a moment, you don't understand where you are or what the sound was. Then you hear it again and Frankie moves in discomfort by your side and you realize what’s going on. Turning over to him, you put a firm hand on his shoulder, finding it clammy.

“Frankie,” you whisper, “wake up. It’s okay, baby, you’re safe.”

The nightmares are no longer frequent. Some nights they’re manageable and some… not so much. There are times when Frankie refuses to go back to sleep and instead disappears to the living-room to turn on the TV and then staring ashen-faced at the shopping channel without really seeing anything.

You hate it when it hits him like that. You can’t do anything to help him and that feeling is awful.

“Frankie,” you say again, in less of a whisper this time. “Wake up, baby.”

He jerks out of sleep, sits upright and stares into the dark of the room, breathing heavily. You let your hand go down his sweaty back and scoot closer, close enough to embrace him.

“It’s okay, I got you,” you assure him in a low voice, one hand sliding up his chest and neck – a pulsating vein in his neck tells you how fast his heart is beating – and landing on his cheek. So far, he’s been unresponsive to you but now his hand covers yours and he draws a deep breath, exhaling in a tired sigh. You sit so for a while, quiet in the dark, one of your arms around him and the hand of your other arm on his cheek, his hand over yours to keep it there. You can feel his heart slow down and start to move in rhythm with yours.

"I got you," you tell him again and press a kiss to his shoulder, when he lowers his face to yours and covers your mouth with his. The kiss is desperate, rough. He moves his hand away from yours, leaving it feeling strangely cold, and pushes you down on your back, following immediately so that the kiss doesn’t break. He cups one of your breasts with his big hand and it makes sparks run down your spine. It’s two in the morning and you’re tired, you have work in the morning, as does he. But you know so well that he needs this, that it makes him feel better, grounds him in the here and now. And his kissing and groping, enthusiastic if a little clumsy, does make your body react whether you want it to or not. You slide your hands over his chest and shoulders, pinching a nipple here and pressing your nails into skin there, while kissing him back. His mouth and lips are dry and have the beginnings of morning breath, but that doesn’t bother you. What bothers you is his pain, and that you can help him with.

Frankie breaks the kiss for a moment to pull down your top and kiss your exposed breasts, biting and sucking your nipples while sliding his hand inside your pj pants. Quite unceremoniously, he fingers you – less to give you pleasure and more to just check how wet you are – and then rubs your clit quickly before pulling down your pants. You lifts your ass and help kick the pants off, now more horny than you ought to be at two in the morning. He has that effect on you.

You help him to get rid of his boxer briefs – not that he needs much help, urgent that he is – and reach for him, bringing him in for more kissing as he slides into you. Groaning, you puts your hands on his lower back, asking him with no words to stay still for a moment. Frankie complies despite his obvious hurry, his lips on your jawline, his breath hot and fast. Having adjusted to him, you move your pelvis to signal to him to continue, and he begins to fuck you steadily and thoroughly. He locks one of your arms above your head with a firm grip of your wrist, but after a few moments his hold softens and he slips his palm over yours and intertwines your fingers. You squeeze his hand and turn your face to kiss his head when he buries his face in your neck. He’s not communicative like he usually is, asking you how you are, telling you how good you feel. This is about him, not you, and it’s okay, it’s fast and it’s dirty and you like it. Your gasping breaths mingle with his as he nails you to the mattress, and despite the minimal foreplay your nerve endings begin to gather and prepare. You whimper something encouraging to Frankie and he growls, going faster, harder. You know from how he moves and sounds that he’s close now and you just hope he’s able to go for it long enough for you to climax as well.

He does, but your orgasm is not of the explosive kind that turns you inside out and leaves you almost unconscious with the intensity of it. It’s just a warm, fuzzy feeling that fills you and makes you sufficiently relaxed. Frankie, however, is filling you up with his cum and muttering all kinds of filthy things in your ear, so you go with the flow and throw your head back, moan loudly and thrust your hips up as if ravaged by a thunderous climax. Frankie places a breathless kiss on your neck and rolls off of you, planting his broad back firmly to the mattress beside you. After having caught your breath, you scoot next to him and throw one arm over his chest.

“Feeling better?” you whisper, already overcome by sleep.

“I’m good.”

You don’t reply; you’re out like a light.

***

“You faked.”

You don’t look away from the bathroom mirror but continue to apply eyeshadow with minute strokes of the brush. Frankie stands in the doorway to the bathroom and you can see in the corner of your eye that he’s looking dark and brooding.

“What's that, baby?”

“You faked your orgasm last night.”

Dammit. You had hoped he wouldn't notice or remember your little cover-up.

“I didn’t,” you try to smooth things over. “Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. To make me feel better?”

“You think I care about your ego at two in the morning? I didn’t fake it, Frankie.”

“I don’t need pity sex and I don’t need you to fake orgasms when you don’t even want sex.”

He sounds angry, which is uncommon for him. You put down the brush and turn to him, perplexed. Whenever you fight - which you don't do often but it does happen - it's always you who start it. He usually tries to defuse the situation and talk it out.

He has dark bags under his eyes and a deep line between his eyebrows. You look the same but at least you can cover it up with makeup. The last thing you want is to fight at seven in the morning, but the lack of sleep makes your blood start to boil.

“Is that what you think that was? Pity sex?” you bite. “You honestly think I would let you fuck me if I didn’t want to? You don’t know me very well, do you?”

“Well enough to know that me waking you up with my nightmares doesn't exactly make you horny."

“Why are you mad at me for agreeing to sex?” You sigh and turn back towards the mirror, picking up the eyeliner. “I agreed, we fucked, we both came. I don’t understand what you’re so upset about.”

You lean over the sink to get closer to the mirror and start to line your eyes with black, hand steady and gaze focused. Not only sleep-deprived, you're also annoyed at him and even more furious at yourself. Of course you can see what’s bothering him: he’s feeling bad about waking you up in the middle of the night and fucking you. He is, after all, a good guy, one of the few. He usually keeps things to himself but when he’s vulnerable, his sensitivity bleeds all over the place. You just don't know how to handle it at the moment.

“You don’t think I know what it feels like to be inside you when you have an orgasm?” Frankie insists and for a second, you don't know whether to slap him for not letting go of the matter, or yourself for not understanding that of course he’d know that. There are few things about your body Frankie doesn’t know, especially when it comes to sex.

“Okay,” you admit, putting the eyeliner down and turning to him again. He looks more forlorn than angry now, hovering in the doorway. His bed hair doesn't help in making him look imposing. You have to smile a little as you close the small distance between him and you. Taking his hand between yours, you place a gentle kiss on his knuckles and look into his brown eyes that right now are dark and velvety. You see clearly what bothers him: he's disappointed in himself for his lack of control, and annoyed with you for not being honest.

“I exaggerated,” you confess softly. “I did cum, but I didn’t want you to feel bad so I overdid it slightly.”

Frankie stares intently at you, his jaw tense, before sighing deeply.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he finally says, his voice soft. “Least you could do when I wake you up with my bullshit and fuck you without checking if you’re okay with it is make me feel bad about it.”

“Baby, there's nothing for you to feel bad about," you try to convince him. "Was I passive? Was I dry? I seem to remember being none of those things. If I hadn't wanted sex, I’d have told you. You know that, right?”

Frankie looks conflicted. You can smell the frustration on him, sharp and metallic. He's still mad at himself. It makes you feel frustrated as well because you did enjoy the sex. It was... different. Frankie is usually such a selfless lover, always making sure all your needs are covered. It was exciting to have him just take what he needed - and even then, he did make sure you were wet, he didn't skip the foreplay completely.

“I’m sorry,” you say earnestly, releasing his hand and putting your hands on his shoulders instead, hoping the physical contact will ease his mind. “I guess I didn’t think it was such a big deal. I didn’t mean for it to be such a big deal.”

You realize you've said the wrong thing; Frankie looks at you like he's about to start crying. God DAMN it.

“It is a big deal to me," he tells you in a low voice. "If I can't satisfy you, just be honest about it."

"You did satisfy me - " you begin, but he cuts you off with a finger over your lips.

"You don't need to overdo it. You don't need to fake it. I know you can be horny and still not be able to cum and if that happens, just tell me there ain’t gonna be no fireworks."

You nod. It was a stupid thing to do, you know that, but you got caught up in the moment and wanted to make him feel good. You're willing to give him that.

"Okay, baby. I promise, I'm not doing it again."

Still, you're not letting him off the hook.

"And will you stop beating yourself up about the whole incident?" you ask him softly, cupping his cheek, enjoying the feel of his beard against your palm. "You didn't force yourself on me, Frankie."

He hesitates for a second, then makes a gesture with his head that could be interpreted as a nod.

"What was that?" you smile, your fingers wandering to his ear and tweaking the lobe playfully. "That was not a yes."

"Okay. Yes." He returns your smile and you stand on tiptoe to reach his lips. His breath is fresh and tastes of mouthwash with a hint of coffee lingering at the back of his tongue.

"I can't stand the thought of hurting you," he mumbles into your mouth.

"I know you wouldn't hurt me."

Slowly, Frankie’s arms are wrapped around you in a soft embrace that turns rough when, without warning, you find yourself jammed between Frankie and the doorpost.

“No time,” you manage to tell him between the kisses. “Frankie, I’m gonna be late.”

“I know. Don’t care. You fake it, you take it.”

“You just made that up.”

“Damn straight I did.”

He lifts you up and takes you to bed, where your half-hearted protests cease the minute he pulls up your skirt, pulls down your panties and starts to, very confidently, eat you out. And this time, there’s no mistaking the intensity of your orgasm.

[lithemochi]

⥇ scared of falling in love | draco malfoy. ™

↬ summary: destiny can transform someone with an empty past into one with emotion and affection.

↬ featuring: draco malfoy x fem!reader

↬ recommend song: radio by lana del ray, or ava by famy.

Draco never learned to love, always told that love was a sign of weakness. From a father that wants him to be a perfectionist. To a mother, that became absent. They deemed something that is worth showing affection unnecessary and ineffective. Until he saw you. You were new, a modest but attractive transfer student; in the same year as him. One day, you spun around in potions class to talk to Ron. Draco turned to tell something to Goyle when he locked eyes with you; the feelings manifested themselves.

There at that moment, his bitter expression grew softer and a light pink shade imprinted on his face. Those few seconds felt like hours, a magnificent millisecond that translated into an unforgettable interaction. The world paused, and everything seemed unreal. Your eyes painted an image of pureness, innocence, and most of all, beauty; that Draco could imagine in his mind.

After that incident, you kept appearing in Draco’s life. When going to class, the atmosphere, your aura, would illuminate and get rid of the dark cloud hanging over people’s heads. Or when visiting the Hog’s Head, awaiting his friends to show up, you’d walk in. The same smile that flourished on your face, copied and pasted onto his.

Lunch and dinner were his favorite time of the day. Draco would look at you from afar and admired your delicacy. The way your hair curls in a specific way; or when you’d tilt your head to the right when puzzled. His eyes would linger upon yours. The bags under them would be very noticeable. Some days, more than others. It induced to him you are a hard worker. Maybe someone that pulls all-nighters or maybe you’re very sleep-deprived.

He would also recognize patterns of yours. The way you covered the mole; one of your cheek; shielding it from society. It could be with makeup or a hand being there. His favorite habit of yours would be when your hair would get in the way and you’d blow it aside, making the hair flick in the opposite direction. His favorite element of you would be the freckles and beauty marks scattered around your face, creating a masterpiece.

Draco realized deep down he was a hopeless romantic, but he never revealed it. All those so-called emotions never stuck with him. He’s never cared about someone so much besides you. You are the light to his darkness. You are the queen of his kingdom. He would do everything to protect you and honor you. Nurture you, even though he never experienced it.

Whether or not it’s crucial to tell you right now; Draco knows it’ll all be worth it in the end.

The sound of laughter: the sweet sound that could be construed as a lullaby, soon interrupted his thoughts. He leans on the cement wall, head down, arms crossed at his chest. Something told him to look up. 

He did, and Draco made eye contact with you. The same notion of sympathy and hospitality filled his pallet. This time, he waved and smiled back; chuckling when realizing your face flustered. You wandered with delight, grinning.

Pansy nudges him. “Are you going to talk to her? Or do you think Blaise can take her for himself? I heard he asked her out-”

Draco ignored the comment and peeled himself off of the wall and away from the howling that his friends were making. He couldn’t grasp the idea of you being with someone else. Walking endlessly, trying to get his mind off of you. He made it to the astronomy tower, cold and windy on a Saturday evening.

why blaise, out of all people. why not me? i knew i should have asked her earlier! ; echoing the phrase in his mind. Draco created a sort of doubt in his head; reminding himself that what he’s doing is poor and uncalled for. As if a devil and an angel were hovering over his shoulder, he needed to do something. You have him wrapped around your finger without you even knowing. You were the only person who could make him feel this way. The only person who made him feel loved. Even though he didn’t know you personally, he knew the image of you and how you portrayed yourself. Which is the only thing that mattered.

Draco walks over and sits on the rear bench, parallel to the stair and the globe in the center.

He lies there constructing scenarios in him that would fit the situation that he is in; overthinking it.

Maybe I should just talk to her. I don’t know what I would say, should I be casual or should I go with a more flirty approach. She doesn’t even know who I am. How should I address myself “hi my name is Draco. I’ve been admiring you for the past seven months.” -no, that’s weird. Maybe just “hi my name is Draco, what’s yours.”

He shielded his eyes with his hand, his fingers grazing on the side of his eyebrow. He sweetly whispers “Oh Merlin, why can’t I say what I feel.”

“Draco?”

Quickly Draco got up and pulled out his wand. “Who’s there!” delivered in a forceful tone. Angry an emotion he knew how to express boiled inside. He wasn’t in fear of his life; felt as though something has invaded his privacy.

There, a figure stood in the corner, slowly walking towards him. Like any normal person, he backed up, hitting his back on the railing. With the wand positioned at the said person, he spoke again, yelling, “Who are you and why are you here?” He can make out two hands raised as the shadow came to light.

They spoke, enchantingly, “I finally found you.”

to be continued. heheheh

[canary3d-obsessed]

Lost Tomb Reboot Lewks: Part 13

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff)

Warning: Spoilers for both seasons of The Lost Tomb Reboot and also vaguely for Daomu Biji in general

Look 66 belongs to Ah Ning, who has chosen, for this adaptation, to go with short hair, heavy makeup, and all-black clothes, but with a bit of a club vibe, rather than her more usual tactical vibe. 

The short hair is a weird choice. The whole schtick with DMBJ adaptations is that you have to tell who's who by their costuming and styling, since the associated actors toss roles back and forth faster than Wu Xie and Xiao Ge on a date with Liu Sang. 

Hot guy in a hoodie? Xiao Ge. Slightly dorky but ridiculously charismatic guy who dresses like Joey Ramone? Hei Yanjing. Man who's too old for fluffy bangs and puppy-dog eyes but is working the hell out of them anyway? Wu Xie. Ponytail, gun, and a whole bunch of disposable sidekicks? Ah Ning.

Ah Ning, Lost Tomb 1 version, with her signature ponytail & disregard for human life.

For this look, Ah Ning has gotten rid of her long hair, henchmen, weapons, and the part of her shirt that normally would cover her belly. This is an outfit that says "I am finally ready to fuck Wu Xie." 

Unfortunately she decides to accessorize this outfit with a giant deadly snake. 

This snake, unlike the equivalent snake in uhhhhhmmm a different DMBJ show that Ah Ning might theoretically die in, does not appear to be poisonous or have an unusual instant-kill-you ability. It just squeezes her a little bit, and the boys don't make any attempt to revive her, even though not-breathing is a super survivable condition, if it's corrected quickly. 

This non-poisonous snake accessory is all about killing a woman so that men can feel manpain, and I am kind of offended that this version of Ah Ning went out like that, after being a badass in every other adaptation. 

(more after the cut!) 

The hypothetical other show where a version of this scene perhaps also happens does correct this, by having her talk about her acceptance of the risk of death, and by having the fucking snake be POISONOUS. I am not naming the show because where’s the fun in that? If you watch TLTR first, like I did, you get to be worried about Ah Ning in every other show she’s in, which is exhausting but also kind of fun. (I don’t mind women dying in fiction, as long as their deaths are an important part of their own stories, rather than just being important for the growth of the men around them.)

Thanks to poor accessory choices, Ah Ning and her snake necklace go the same route as Ye Piaopiao and No-Longer-Mute Chick; fortunately Xiao Ge didn't fall for Tattoo Artist Ah Tou or she'd be in the morgue with the rest of them.

Look 67 is young Wu Xie's jungle adventure outfit, featuring a bright white popover jacket with cream color sleeves from Scotch & Soda’s Club Nomade collection. Scotch & Soda have have thoughtfully printed their name on the string so that those of you who share Wu Xie's clothing tastes will know where to shop. You know who you are. 

You would think highly visible bright white would be a bad choice for a jungle adventure, but apparently snakes in these parts are only attracted to goths.

Wu Xie is also wearing wired ear pods, which did not exist whenever this flashback supposedly happened, but if we're cool with sentient crustaceans and clams that can incapacitate a ruthless trained assassin (clams got legs!), we can be cool with ear pods.

The show conveys flashback-Wu-Xie's youth and naiveté by having him smile sweetly, not watch Ah Ning take her clothes off, and not attempt CPR after she gets lightly squeezed by a snake.

Looks 68 and 69 belong to Not Ah Ning, who is played by Liu Yuqi, who also plays Ah Ning. Her makeup is much softer and prettier as this character than as Ah Ning; this character’s job is to be pleasing to men, whereas Ah Ning’s job is to get male underlings killed on the regular, so I guess that makes sense. 

This outfit is an amazing body-hugging soft green jumpsuit with raised quilty detailing on the arms and shoulders. Her jumpsuit perfectly matches the couch she's sprawled on, which is her subtle way of telling Jiang Zisuan that she is a nice comfy place to have a lie down. 

She accessorizes this look with her usual soft wavy brown hair and a scattering of gold finger rings. I think she also accessorizes this with ass pads, because Ah Ning does not appear to be draggin’ this wagon in her scenes. I checked. For science.  

When the first outfit doesn't work, she ditches the subtlety and goes for a Chanel-style suit in black, white, and red, with a with a black leather bustier underneath. 

Unfortunately this is a wasted effort, because the Jiang Zisuan she tries this on is actually Wu Xie in disguise. 

Wu Xie only likes girls if they are 1. secretly manipulating him while acting like a tiny adorable sidekick, 2. trying to kill him repeatedly while adventuring together, 3. planning to kill him as soon as the roads are clear but willing to bone in the meantime, or 4. are a skin effigy with a sentient crustacean in their head.

Sorry, Not Ah Ning; this was a good effort. 

Look 70 features Wu Xie in a white thermal shirt, dark blue jeans, and fake facial hair. This is a good look for sitting with your not-quite girlfriend and wondering how you both managed to have romances with Bai Yu in parallel universes. (OP recently watched Love O2O, which is a trip for fans of DMBJ, Guardian, or feminism)

Fortunately Wu Xie doesn’t know that his second-favorite doctor/Zhan Rishan’s girlfriend also had a romance with Bai Yu or his mind would be entirely blown. 

This is a soft, comfortable look, perfect for torturing someone, with help from your first-favorite doctor, by pretending to poison someone with nicotine, all so you can have a few moments of quality time with a cigarette before said doctor takes them away again. 

Wu Xie's cigs are stored in a buttery-soft leather case that completely covers the brand name of the cigarettes, so apparently cdramas don’t go in for ciggy product placements. 

Wo Xie wears this outfit with a silvery-metal watch with a black leather wrist strap. The watch appears to be round, and it probably tells time. (If you’re new to the Lewks series: I lack watch knowledge and that’s not likely to change.)

Wu Xie finally peels off his fake facial hair so we can see his pretty face again, only to replace the facial hair with an entire fake face. Fortunately, this face, belonging to actor Wu Lipeng, is also pretty. 

Look 71 belongs to Wu Xie, initially (for this outfit) played by Wu Lipeng until his inevitable unmasking. So many actors have played Wu Xie, this whole disguise thing is barely worth blinking at. Wu Lipeng does a nice job changing his mannerisms to play Wu Xie, and this whole schtick eventually gives us Zhu Yilong's delightful performance as Wang Meng, so even though we eventually get way too much of not-Zhu-Yilong in the role, I’m good with it.

This outfit features black jeans, black tactical boots & gloves, and Ah Ning’s coin bracelet, although it’s mostly hard to see the bracelet. The outfit’s main feature is a possibly-leather jacket that’s been molded into a hideous and disturbing voronoi pattern. 

This jacket is probably very expensive and took a lot of work to craft, but it makes him look  like he’s wearing a Glad Force Flex garbage bag. I mean, I guess that's cool. 

This outfit is good for several episodes worth of adventures, including getting tied up and being sassy...

...and underwater cave exploration, which is totally a thing that a person with critically damaged lungs can do.  

This outfit is good for homoerotic wrestling...

...and also for heteroerotic wrestling.

This is also a good outfit for being gently cradled in the arms of your doctor, while you massage your throat in order to swallow what he's putting in your mouth.

The fingerless gloves are useful for helping Xiao Bai get out of not one, but two different situations in which she stepped on a trap without realizing it, requiring Wu Xie to get down on the ground and have a tense encounter with her foot. 

Scenes like this are where costuming really makes a difference. In this shot, we we watch a stunt hand (Zhu Yilong has never had that long of a thumbnail in his life) hold a wire steady, while a stunt foot is pulled out from under it.  

This shot includes a lot of visual texture and interest, from the hatch lines on the palm of the glove to the cross-striping of the boot lace. The complexity of this glove and this boot help to hold our attention when they’re in the frame, allowing the tension of the scene to build, instead of dissipating when the viewer runs out of things to look at.

Bonus Look 1

Carrying all that tragic baggage has given Jiang Zisuan spectacular arm muscles.

Bonus Look 2

Zhu Yilong with not-fake facial hair. 

Daaaaaamn.

[youarejesting]

Hope in the sheets.7

[Masterlist]

Beta: N/A Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT, Friends2Lovers, Words: 4.4k

Summary: You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.

What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

Warning: mentions a sex tape, mentions a birth tape

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 “Ah! Ah! Ah!” This videotape felt dirty, Hoseok wasn’t sure why, but he was sweaty, his heart raced, as he tried to look anywhere but at the screen. The woman on the video kept making noises and heaven forbid he look between her legs. Was it warm in here or was it just him?

“As you can see the birth canal opens up wide to let the babies head come down and out and the shoulder here is the widest part, so you have to be careful to listen to your body otherwise you may tear, so here we go these are the final pushes and then the baby will slip out—”

“Hoseok, Hoseok wake up!” You called alarmed, Hoseok opened his eyes to see you and the birth class instructor standing over him.

“Don’t worry love, there is always one in every class who faints” The woman handed over some ice, “Put this behind his neck it will help slow his heart rate, nerves sometimes get the better of the soon to be dads”

Sitting up Hoseok sat up a little embarrassed, “sorry, I didn’t mean to faint”

“No, Hobi, it’s okay I feel nauseous as hell after that video too.  That looks scary as hell I don’t think I can do it” you whined. “This class traumatized me more than it helped, and what do we get a couple of cookies and some watered down juice. 

“You are so strong and I think you can do it?” Hoseok tried to reassure you and you scoffed. 

“If you're so confident you push the baby out.” Hoseok paled again swaying on the spot and you laid him back down. “You are properly scared aren’t you?”

“I am horrified,” he laughed, “I am a big chicken”

“Honestly, I am scared too but I don’t get a choice Hobi, this baby is inside me and it has to get out somehow." you shiver after confessing the fear that had been building in the back of your mind. “If I wasn’t afraid of surgery I would install the old side door”

The gesture of a flat hand across your stomach made Hoseok smile sadly. He took your hands in his. 

“I’m sorry that you have been dreading this. I will try to be someone who can eliminate your fears, little darling momma” he kissed your head. The instructor called everyone back to the mats and began explaining how to wash a baby and how to hold a baby for the first time. 

It was a fun class but you were happy to get home and rest, biding Hoseok good night. He went quickly to his house where Jimin was sitting waiting for him with a hanging clothes bag. 

“What were you so busy doing that I had to pick up your dry cleaning?”

“Y/n’s birthing class” Hoseok's face turned grave as he adopted a serious tone. “Jimin, don’t ever go to a birthing class. I don’t think I can unsee what I saw.”

“Haha, I’m not that silly, I know where babies come from. I am glad I am a man who likes men, so I will never step foot in a birthing class unless you pay me a large fortune. I mean I could watch someone give birth for money."

Hoseok shivered, making Jimin laugh at his expense. “You look pale, so let's change the subject. I bought Yoongi's old van. He sold it for some new equipment. That means I can get rid of the junk van I was driving before.”

“Can I have your old van?” Hoseok jumped on the opportunity. 

“Uh sure, but I think it’s more money than it’s worth, you can have it for free because it needs new everything.” He shrugged “I was just going to make it scrapped metal”

“Yeah I can fix it up, I got some money lying around.” Hoseok yawned, “anyway thank you so much for getting my suit. I have my first day of work tomorrow, so I should go to bed early”

“Alright, but tomorrow night celebratory drinks for your first day?” Jimin clutched his shoulder. 

“Of course,” Hoseok laughed, waving goodbye and carrying the suit to his apartment. 

“Hey man, how was your day?” Jimin shouted from his newly acquired van from Yoongi. “Get in, we can celebrate tonight” 

Jimin drove Hoseok home under strict orders to grab a nice change of clothes so the two could get ready at his house and go out celebrating Hoseok’s new job. Hoseok took the stairs two at a time leading to his apartment, his hand brushing past your old door. He missed you. He missed having you at his work, at his home, at his leisure. You two were inseparable and yet torn apart by the stages of life.

Hoseok had assumed you both would be single and somewhere in your mid-thirties you would just get married to one another for convenience. He grabbed some clothes and found the blacklight outfit you had bought for him, he pushed it aside trying to move on for just a moment. 

Instead, he grabbed a classic black button-up and a pair of black dress pants. He placed the items in a bag and headed back down to Jimin waiting excitedly in the driver's seat. He drove them across town singing along to the radio and pulled into the driveway of a beautiful home. Jimin was a sugar baby and so he accumulated a lot of money with ease.

Jimin picked up the package by his doorstep curiously and read the name, his face broke out into a smile. Opening the box he found a beautiful pair of earrings. Hoseok paused, knowing Jimin had been talking about these types of earrings for a long time, but these ones looked handmade and a little cheap, not from a brand-name store like most of Jimin’s other clients would buy.

“They are so cute,” Jimin smiled, lifting the note, reading it aloud. “I don’t have money, so I don’t ask for much, it would just be a waste of your time. Even with this, I still want you to know that I think you are really sweet the way you always help others and never forget to share compliments to those who catch your eye. I will never forget how kind and funny, you are especially at work. The way you run your fingers through your hair unconsciously, how you pout when you think, the way you can glide across the dance floor with drinks without spilling anything. You disappear behind the bar with the cutest laugh and I am completely in love with you.”

“You have an admirer,” Hoseok looked over his shoulder at the letter before asking, “I wonder who it is?”

“I am not sure who it could be?” Jimin frowned, taking the box into a spare room filled with gifts. “They seem really nice”

Once the letter was placed carefully in the room, Jimin stepped out and decided to get dressed for the night. He paused in the doorway walking back and taking the earrings. “Even though they are cheap I think I should at least wear them.”

The two got changed and Jimin posed, “take a picture of me looking over my shoulder, so I can post a picture of the earrings on my Insta”

Hoseok picked up his phone and stepped behind Jimin, ready to take the picture of Jimin’s bare shoulder, earring, and side profile. He stopped when his phone came up with the stupid storage message.

Storage full!

You can free up space on this phone by managing your storage in settings.

“I can’t take a picture,” Hoseok sighed. “My phone storage is full”

“It’s okay, I should put on a bit of makeup to make the picture really pretty. While I do that, use my computer to plug it in and delete stuff. You can save the rest onto a USB, which you will find in the top draw. The USBs should be empty.

Hoseok watched Jimin stroll into the bathroom and thought he might as well take care of this storage issue on the phone. Plugging the device in, Hoseok began going through and deleting memes and stupid screenshots he no longer needed. He went through saving many photos of you, and videos the two of you shared together.

That's when he came across the picture of the two of you dressed in your black light outfits. Both of you looking happy together in the mirror. Hoseok saved the photo to the USB. The next was a blurry picture on the dance floor, he didn’t need that.

Deleting a range of blurred photos, Hoseok kept swiping through them until he came across a video of you and Hoseok walking home. He heard you giggling and unconsciously smiled. He honestly was so in love with you.

There were a few more blurred videos and then there was a video of you two laying in Hoseok’s bed. His heart started to race as he watched you lean down and kiss him in the video. Hoseok couldn’t remember any of this.

The next video was of you removing your dress but it continued, sometimes the phone was just left on the bed face down, at other points, it was lifted and Hoseok heard himself talking as he pointed the camera at you underneath him. “I love you.” He had filmed you while you two were having sex, “I love being inside of you too.”

Hoseok felt a little guilty, while you two were drunk he took a video of you both, not only that but he felt as if he took advantage of you. The next video was taken from behind and Hoseok felt ashamed of himself for the stirring in his pants. 

“Are you watching porn?” Jimin laughed from the next room, confused as Hoseok switched to the next video. The two of you were cuddling on your side, Hoseok being the big spoon. 

Hoseok's face fell. What had he just watched? His head was reeling with so many thoughts that he couldn’t process them fast enough. He understood that it was you in the video, and you were with him. It was that night. Were you his dream girl? “I slept with Y/n?” He blurted and like being hit with a truck he came to a shocking revelation. Hoseok shot to his feet and spoke out loud hoping it would help him make sense of the situation, “Am I, I think, I might be the father?”

“Oh, Finally!” Jimin shouted, his voice carrying into the office. “I have been waiting for you to figure it all out”

“What do you mean?” Hoseok said his stomach was feeling sick, he didn’t know if he wanted to vomit or cry. The betrayal setting in, “How did you know? DID SHE KNOW?”

Jimin stepped into the room, his lips pressed together in a thin line, with a look of pity on his face confirming Hoseok's suspicion. Hoseok got up, his eyes flashing around the room in a panic. He pushed past Jimin and grabbed the old set of keys from the countertop. Hoseok escaped and drove fast. He didn’t have a destination in mind but after a few minutes of driving he ended up at a park by Han River.

Shutting off the engine, Hoseok let his hands fall from the wheel, his head resting back against the seat, letting out a loud guttural shout. He let the tears fall freely as his sobs racked his body, every breath catching in his throat as if he was choking. 

Hoseok wanted to scream, he wanted answers. They all knew. You knew. He thought he was your best friend, someone he trusted with all his secrets, and yet you kept something this big from him. The sick feeling in his stomach grew as did his anger and frustration with the situation.

How long were you going to keep this from him? When the baby was born? When the child was eighteen? Never? He had a right to know but all he wanted to know was why. 

He left the vehicle, his phone ringing with your number but he turned it off. He walked to the nearest bar somewhere dark and quiet and he drank until he couldn’t see his hands. 

“Hey mate you have to go, come on get up.” The bartender said, nudging him with an exaggerated sigh, “Mate can I call someone to come get you?”

“No one, my best friend is a liar, she is pregnant and didn’t even tell me it is my child,” Hoseok mumbled into the table. The bartender sighed again reaching into his pocket, “Who do you want me to call mate?”

“No need to call, I will go,” he said, pulling out his keys only to have them snatched from his hand. Hoseok turned to see Yoongi grabbing Hoseok’s things and thanking the bartender. “What do you want?”

“I got a distressed call from Y/n she is hysterical, I have checked in every bar and searched the nearby streets for Jimin’s old van. Yoongi threw the keys to Jimin who was waiting by the abandoned van and Yoongi scooped Hoseok inside.

Hoseok woke as Yoongi turned the key in the ignition they were headed for his home, but Hoseok had other plans. “You knew didn’t you?” Hoseok growled, “Take me to her."

“Not in this state?” Yoongi said definitely. “You are going to sober up, and then tomorrow you can speak with her.”

“You take me there right now, or I will get out of this car and go there myself!” Hoseok demanded, attempting to remove his seatbelt.

“Alright, alright sit down, I will take you to see her, but if you raise your voice at her I will knock you out and drag you back to your apartment." Yoongi turned to Hoseok with a menacing glare. "Do you understand?”

He nodded needing answers and he wasn't going to stop until you gave them to him. They pulled up outside your home and as he walked to the door he felt as if his legs were weak, ready to give way. He knocked with shaking hands.

He didn’t have to wait long for you to pull open the door eyes pink and swollen from your own tears.

"Hobi, I-" 

"Please don’t talk, you had your chance. This whole time, and you didn’t… You didn’t tell me, little darling.” His voice cracked as he held up a hand to stop you, “it’s my turn to talk, you can listen to me.”

He watched you wipe the tears away, he wanted to comfort you, you were his closest friend. He loved you so much and couldn’t bear to see you upset. “You knew we had sex, you knew what we did and you hid that from me, you fell pregnant and you hid that from me?”

“I told you when I lost my virginity, I told you when I scratched my dad’s car, I told you when I took money from my fathers wallet, or when I stole your homework. I told you when I was moving from home, I told you everything good and bad.” Hoseok pulled out the phone and played the video, the sounds of you two together filling the air. “But you couldn’t tell me, your best friend, that we did this? That I might be the father of this baby?”

“Hobi, I wanted to tell you I was-” Your tears were relentless and it looked like the weight of the world was crushing you with guilt. You looked lost, he knew there must be so much you wanted to say and explain but the words escaped you. All you could think to do was apologize, like some sort of animatronic doll with one function.

“Wanted to tell me isn’t telling me,” he frowned. “Say it, is this baby mine?”

“Yes, you are the father?” You whimpered, holding your stomach. Hoseok didn’t feel better. He didn’t feel better confronting you or getting the truth. He didn’t feel better watching you cry. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. You are all I have Hobi, and I love you.”

“I thought I loved you too. I thought I really truly loved you, that even though I wasn’t the father, I would step in if I could. It turns out the woman I fell in love with is nothing but a liar.” Hoseok turned away unable to see your face contort in pain from the words he was saying, “I am disappointed in you. You said you wanted to grow up, but this is so immature”

Demanding to leave, Yoongi took Hoseok and headed to the van once more, hoping that the two of you could rebuild your relationship. It was painfully obvious that you both were painfully in love, so much so, that it was breaking your hearts more to fight with one another, than over whatever the fight was about.

You had spent the rest of the night crying until pure exhaustion took over your body and you fell asleep. No matter how many times you texted or called you got no response. You had left almost fifteen voicemails before you became too hysterical to speak. You were emotional and trying your hardest not to break down long enough for you to think things through. 

It took four days and sitting in the bottom of the shower for ten minutes before you came to a decision. Even before Hoseok knew he was the father, you had planned to do it on your own. You weren't weak and you knew for certain that you would be okay. You had planned to raise this child as a single mother, you had hoped to tell Hoseok before all this happened, but you had planned for it just in case something like this did happen.

You could do this without Hoseok, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt, that you weren't mourning the relationship you had lost. You picked yourself up and put on a brave face crying only when you were alone as you single-handedly funded Ben and Jerry's company with the amount of ice cream you consumed.

You arrived at the next prenatal appointment. You watched all the couples cooing at their bellies and the little sonogram photos, as you sat alone quietly rubbing your belly and thinking how much you loved this child.

It strengthened your bond between you and your baby. You were working hard at your job, not ready to go on maternity leave as you didn’t know how financially stable you would be. You also worried because, without the distractions of work, you realized how alone you truly were and how much you missed Hoseok.

You wanted nothing more than to go back in time and take it all back. You wanted to get the courage and tell him. You would give anything to wake up beside him the morning after and just let yourselves deal with the aftermath.

Your mother's words echoed in your head, only able to be drowned out by the sound of your baby's heartbeat through the doppler, as the ultrasound technician measured your sweet little baby girl.

She had done no wrong and deserved only good things. It was on your way home from the scan that you decided to enter the baby boutique. You knew you were filling a Hoseok shaped void in your chest but you didn’t care, purchasing clothes, socks and shoes, and a tiny beanie all in mint green, white, or grey. At the checkout, you saw a small personal travel doppler for eighty dollars. It wasn’t as strong or as reliable as the one at the clinic but you bought it anyway. 

It was the first thing you did when you got home, you put the gel on your stomach and pressed the doppler to your tummy, and listened to the tiny heartbeat and the swishing of the umbilical cord. The tears didn’t stop and that heartbeat in your belly was the mantra to which you swore to live your new life.

You were no longer living for yourself, you were living for your daughter, whom you loved so dearly. You stopped looking for Hoseok through the seventh and moved into the eighth month of your pregnancy feeling semi-okay.

Called by the marketing director to meet with the client, you followed him with documents, “Why did you pick me?” you asked

“You are the only one fit for this job,” He said, which made you feel odd, surely the pregnant lady wasn’t the first choice. However, you obeyed his orders, grabbed your coat, and followed to the restaurant where you were met with an unbelievable sight. 

There was Hoseok standing by a beautiful woman dressed in a suit. Not only was it a punch to the chest, but it also left you self-conscious, resembling a chocolate egg. The way your body was so rotund did not do wonders for one's self-esteem.

Hoseok didn’t notice you until you stepped up to the table, your director announcing your arrival and greeting the young woman with a kiss on each cheek. “This is my hardest working assistant Miss Y/n,” The director said and you wondered again why he had chosen you to accompany him to the meeting.

“Well let’s get to business” the client smiled. You sat at the table and they brought out menus. “I will have the salmon en papillote, with a nice chardonnay.” 

“I will have the same,” the marketing director said, attempting to look cool but you weren’t so sure.

“We will have the Steak au Poivre, I will take medium rare and she will have hers well done. What is in the side salad?” Hoseok asked and you looked up over the menu shocked by his audacity.

“We use a mesclun mix for its various colors and textures, with Lebanese cucumbers and avocado for a fresh and creamy taste and a drizzle of classic french vinaigrette” the waiter smiled politely. 

“Skip the salads and instead vegetables would be preferable for both.” Hoseok closed the menu and looked up, the waiter looked at you for confirmation and you nodded handing over the menu.

“Have you two met before?” The client asked curiously and Hoseok shook his head, “It’s just you ordered for her?”

“She is pregnant so the best meat option is beef well cooked, and the salad would most likely make her sick due to the acidity in the vinaigrette.” Hoseok continued,  “the vegetables, though plain, will be easier to handle and will benefit her better than a salad. It is something I learned in a birthing class once”

“Yeah, and you haven’t been back since.” You scoffed, drinking your water trying to calm yourself so you didn’t explode with anger.

“I didn’t think I had to, seeing as I am not the father of any children.” He said dryly back and you stood up throwing the napkin at him, tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t care if he didn’t like you and refused to acknowledge your presence ever again, but saying that about your child was not okay.

“You take that back, Hoseok." You almost shouted but restrained yourself due to the setting, Hoseok didn’t appear to move and you tilted your head back and took a shaky breath. “I am sorry, it seems I am feeling ill, allow me to leave first”

You stepped out the door and headed down the road trying to find a cab when a hand grabbed your arm. Disappointed when it turned out to be the marketing director. “I rescheduled our meeting, I am sorry, you had to deal with something like this, it must be stressful being so pregnant”

He touched your belly and you were a little uncomfortable. This man was a little too interested in your pregnancy. At first, you thought he was just a nice boss who was looking out for you, but it was clear he had some strange thoughts running through his mind.

When he said he would drive you home, you told him you had an appointment. Even then he was determined to take you to the appointment, but you waved down a cab and jumped in quickly. You arrived at Jin and Tonic for a much-needed appointment.

“I want a drink” you sighed and Seokjin gave you water and you looked up seriously. I want an actual drink Jin, I am going through the worst year of my life.”

“Worse than the time you tried to become a volunteer at a homeless center, where some weird lady cut chunks out of your hair, so you had to shave it off?"

"Then you got into a fight with Hoseok because he drew an arrow on your head while you were sleeping and everyone called you Aang,” Jimin added as he shed his small jacket, showing off a pretty choker chain necklace with a rose pendant. “Cause you said that was the worst year of your life.”

“This is worse,” you said. “At least I was the one angry at Hobi and I forgave him quickly, now he is angry at me and even denied being the father of our baby. That’s not even the worst of it. My boss has some sort of pregnancy fetish and keeps trying to touch my belly and I am not here for it”

“Pregnancy fetish?”

“It’s not sexy, I am swollen from the neck down, I couldn’t see my feet this morning. I just hope I wore the same shoes. My bladder is so squished I am peeing all the time, I am hormonal and sweaty, and I can’t fit into my favorite pajamas.” The hysterical sobbing was muffled by the bar and it made Jimin giggle behind his hand. He walked around to give you a hug and Jin presented you with an ice cream sundae in an effort to cheer you up.

“Dance with me, pretty lady,” Yoongi said, finishing his drink and taking your hand. He led you to the dance floor where you were slow dancing like you used to. “You are still as pretty as always. Okay, you may not feel beautiful right now due to all those things, but I promise that you are.”

“Thanks, Yoongi.” You tried to get close enough to hug Yoongi but your belly prevented you from doing so, he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around you slipping his hands under your belly and swaying. He was trying to take some of the weight to relieve some pressure on your back. “You are amazing,”

“I am, aren't I.” He laughed, swaying you softly.

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