#i swear I’m gonna get to the rest of my asks soon life’s just been super hectic

[luvyeni]

❛NO NUT NOVEMBER❜ ( s. jake )

p. sim jaeyun x fem!reader w. 2.5k+

— 𖦹 warnings. unprotected sex, name calling, dry humping, name calling

— 𖦹 ( making jakes life a living after he challenges himself with his friends in no nut november ) !

OCTOBER 31, 2023 —  THE NIGHT BEFORE !

“What would do if you had to give up sex for a month?” Heeseung asked, “Could you do it?”  Jay scoffed at the question. “You’re asking Jake of all people.” Jake smirked shamelessly — “Me? I could definitely do it, but my girl? No she would kill me if I didn’t give her what she wants.”

And he wasn’t wrong, you and jake were known as the couple who was still in their honeymoon phase — couldn’t keep your hands off each other. “Don’t blame just yn, you both are two nymphomaniac, neither of you could do it.” Sunghoon said. “You wanna bet?”

“You guys want to make this a competition?” Heeseung said. “Who ever wins, the losers have to all pitch in and buys the winner the newest game system.” Jake eyes widened, he couldn’t past this up — but you were gonna kill him, you weren’t gonna be happy. “Fine I can’t wait to get a new game.” Heeseung said, jake scoffed. “Please you’re gonna be jerking off by 1 o’clock.” He stood up.

“Where are you going jake?” Jay said, he checked the time, 8 o’clock. “Where do you think I still have 4 hours, i’m going home to fuck my girl then beg for her not to kill me.”

“Fuck!” You screamed as jake slammed into your sopping cunt, your ankle digging into his back. “Jake i’m cumming!” You moaned, “I’m cumming!” He grunted, fucking into you, soon his warm load was spilling into your cunt. “Fuck baby you feel so good.” He sighed, slipping out of you. “Fuck baby I love your pussy so much.”

He got up to get a rag to clean you off — leaving you to ponder, this sex felt different, like it felt like the sex you’d have have when he was sorry for something. You watched him clean you up, helping you into a pair of his underwear along with his shirt. “What did you do?” Sat up.

He laid down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. “Well you what No Nut November is right?” Of course you weren’t stupid, you just didn’t think your boyfriend was stupid enough to do something like that — but the look on his face made you think other wise.

“Jake no.” You whined, “i’m sorry baby.” He said. “Why would you even agree to do something like that?” You tried to make sense of it. “A new game system.” He said, you stared blankly at him. “I’ll go buy you the game system now, go get my computer.” You said, he laughed. “No baby, you know I can’t allow you to do that, only I spend money in this relationship.”

“It’s just a month, I swear — besides I can still make you cum in other ways.” All though you love his fingers and his plumps lips — his cock just hit different. “Whenever you need me just need to sit that pretty ass on my face and I can give you what you want.” He smirked. “Or I can use my fingers if you like.” His hands traveled up your legs.

“Let’s go again.” He said, his cock hardening all over again. “No, i’m sleepy.” He whined, knowing you were just punishing him. “Baby please, it’s still 20 minutes left.” He said, but it fell on death ears. “Go jerk off.” You heard him huff, before you heard shuffling and him getting off the bed. “Have fun.” You smirked, you were gonna make him wish he never even thought about this stupid ass challenge.

NOVEMBER — WEEK ONE !

It had been about a week since jake basically put you on a no sex band — you both had been pretty busy with your own separate lives that week, so you were too tired to even think about sex at the end of the day.

But today you both had a day off — and you were definitely feeling needy. “Hi baby.” You walked into the living-room where jake was watching tv. He smiled as you climbed into his lap, his hands resting on your lower back. “Hey princess you okay.”

You nodded, running your hands through his hair. “Just a little bored.” You said, he completely missed what you were implying. “Yeah?” He sighed as you played with his soft locks. “You want to go out and do something?” You shook your head, he closed his eyes, you smirked at how easy your boyfriend was — you don’t even know why he chose to do this.

You began to place little kisses on his jaw, down to his neck. “Baby.” He warned, his breath shaky. “Baby, let’s calm down.” But of course you didn’t listen, jake felt his cock twitching in his jeans, he couldn’t go out like this, he had something to prove, but jesus you weren’t making it easy.

“Jakey i’m just getting myself off, you said I could use you if I needed.” You smirked, grinding down on his boner. “Y-yeah baby, but -fuck- just let me eat you then.” He groaned, but you didn’t answer, too busy trying to get yourself off.

He groaned as you rocked back and forth, your moans wrapping around his brain. “Jake!” You squealed. “Jakey i’m gonna cum.” He was fighting demons right now — trying his best not to lift you up and fuck you stupid on the couch. “Fuck i’m cumming!” You yelled, legs shaking as you came.

“Baby.” He whined, his cock was hard as a fucking rock — he was scared to even think a dirty thought cause he wasn’t sure that we wasn’t going to cum untouched. “You cannot do that, i’m not gonna make it if you’re like this.” He said. You smiled, sitting up kissing his cheek. “Just cause you did this to yourself doesn’t mean I should suffer should I?” you got off the couch.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his cock still hard. “Gonna shower, i’m all sticky and sweaty.” He groaned, throwing his head back against the couch.

You were not gonna make this easy for him at all.

NOVEMBER — WEEK TWO !

“Please.” You begged, but jake wasn’t letting up. “It’s just a shower.” You pouted, he couldn’t say no to that — but he knew you weren’t gonna just shower with him in peace. “baby I know where you’re going with this.”

“Please, just a shower, I swear.” He look into your puppy like eyes, he sighed — how was he so desperately wrapped around your fingers. “Fine, just a shower.” You nodded, grabbing his hand guiding you to your shared bedroom.

You undressed yourself — jakes eyes traveled across your body, your perky boobs on display, your plump ass on display as you turned on the water. “Come on.” He waited for you to step in before he followed, standing behind you. “Jesus princess this water is hot as hell.”

You smiled, turning around facing him, reaching up wrapping your arms around his shoulders, the water running down your body, in between your boobs — you weren’t even doing anything but his cock was already hardening, twitching against your stomach. “Shit baby, I don’t think I can be in here long, your pretty body is too distracting.”

“Why wont you just quit them?” Your hand traced up and down his abs — light grazing his cock, but it was enough to have him hissing. “it’s just a stupid game system.” You said, he groaned — he knew you’d be like this, but he fell right into your trap anyway. “It’s not just the game, it’s to prove I have self control.”

“You don’t and that’s why I love you.” You kissed his chest, he sighed. “Im so horny jakey.” You whined, he closed his eyes trying to calm down. “You want me to finger you princess?” He hoped that would calm you down, but you just whined, shaking your head. “Your fingers aren’t enough anymore, I need your cock.”

You grabbed the base of his cock. “B-baby.” He stuttered. “I need you inside me.” You prayed he’d let up and fuck you — you almost had him. “Please.”

Fuck he couldn’t, he had something to prove. “Baby im sorry.” He said, you pouted. “Just a little longer I swear.” You released his cock and he let out a groan. “You’re so mean.” You pouted, he smiled. “Don’t smile at me.” You said, folding your arms.

“You almost had me baby.” He kissed your forehead. “Now im gonna get out and let you finish your shower.” He said, stepping out wrapping his towel around his waist. “What about me, im still horny.”

“you said it yourself princess, my fingers aren’t enough anymore.” He teased, leaving the bathroom. You cursed, he won this time.

But you weren’t gonna let him win that easily…

NOVEMBER — FINAL WEEK !

“Fuck.” He groaned, looking at the numerous of photos and videos you decided to grace him with — he had to stay at his dorm this week, but that didn’t stop you from torturing him via messages. His cock was desperately trying to free itself from his jeans as he looked at a video that you sent of you rutting against his pillow.

“Fuck shes trying to kill me.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “The hell is wrong with you?” Jay said. “You’ve been groaning for the past hour, someone might think we’re in here doing something.” Jake couldn’t even laugh he was that turned on.

“It’s yn, she has not been easy on me these past couple weeks.” He said, jay laughed watching his friend stress out. “Yeah, haha make fun of me, how the hell are you not going through what i’m going through?” He and jay were the last ones standing with heeseung out the second week — claiming he’d just buy the game himself, and sunghoon who found himself giving up the night of jakes birthday party, with one of your friends.

“Because i’m not a sex crazed person and I can control myself.” Jay said, jake groaned once again. “I didn’t expect her to be like this.” He said looking at the the newest photo of you, your fingers stuffed in your soaking cunt. “Are you seriously looking at nudes of your girlfriend right now while i’m talking to you?” Jay said, face full of disgust, standing up. “Jesus at least wait until I leave the room.” He said.

“i’m not giving up that easy!” He yelled, grabbing a towel, cold showers were like his best friend as of lately.

He couldn’t wait until this dumb challenge was over.

NOVEMBER 30, 2023 11:57 !

‘Fuck you, you just had to go and win.’ ‘you actually beat me, you fucking asshole.’ ‘what games do you want?’

He smiled victoriously at the text messages from his friends. He checked the time, and he was just on time — he got up, going into your shared bedroom, you were so unaware, watching the tv not paying attention to the time, like he had for the entire day.

“I won.” He said, finally gaining your attention. “Huh?” You turned to him confused. “What are you talking about?” You were laughing, but the way you had teased jake almost every day this month, you soon weren’t about to be. “I won the game, jay lasted until a few minutes ago.”

You checked the time, your heart sank — it was now midnight, December 1 — you were starting to regret doin everything you did during the month. “Jake.”

Before you could say anything else his lips were crashing into yours. He messily kissed you, trying to get his shirt over his head. Once he did that, he pulled away his lips swollen and red, both of you breathless. “I was gonna be nice princess, but you haven’t been nice to me at all this months.” He rid himself of pants, climbing on the bed. “Jake I was needy and you were ignoring me.” You pouted, trying to find a way out of it.

“Yeah, so that means act like a slut?” He slapped your thigh, pushing them open. “So desperate to get off you even humped my pillow like a bitch in heat.” You moaned out, you missed this. “Couldn’t get wait, just had to cum.” He cupped your heat. “Your pussy is soaking through your panties.”

He practically ripped your panties off. “Even through all the teasing I was gonna treat my baby like this princess she use to be, but then earlier you decided to hump my thigh like a needy whore.” He manhandled you on to your stomach, lifting your hips up, putting a pillow down for comfort. “so now i’m gonna fuck you like a needy whore.”

This is all you wanted — for the entire month this is all you wanted, was for him to fuck you stupid. “Pl-please jakey.” You moaned, he slapped your ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He pumped his cock, groaning as he pressed his tip at your entrance. “Shut up and take my fucking cock.”

He slammed into you without easing in, you let out a scream of pleasure as his cock stretched out your cunt. “Fuck your pussy is so tight.” He had to calm himself down, he was so pent up he felt like he was gonna cum if he moved. “Missed it so much.”

You wiggled your hips impatiently. “J-jake please.” You whined, he slapped your ass. “Fuck.” He pulled out, slamming back in. “So fucking impatient.” He moved his hips. “Couldn’t even wait a second.” He grunted, gripping your hips as he roughly fucked into you. “Jake.”

He let out all his pent up frustrations on your poor cunt, pushing your back down into a a deeper arch — his cock hitting a new spot, you were gripping the pillows as he plowed into you. “That’s it, take my cock slut.” He grunted.

You felt yourself about to cum, your cunt tightening around his cock. “No baby, you don’t get to cum right now, fucking hold it.” He growled, you whined. “J-jake please.” You begged, tears welding in your eyes. “I said fucking hold it slut.”

He kept going, you could no longer hold it. “Jake!” You screamed, tear streaming down your eyes. “Cum, go a ahead and cum slut.” He slapped your ass once more, you screamed cumming around his cock. “That’s it cream my cock -fuck- i’m about about to cum inside your pussy.” He grunted, thrusting a few times. “Fuck!” He came with a moan, filling your cunt up with his cum.

He gave you a few second to compose yourself, before handling you back on your back. “I’m not done baby.” He grabbed the base of his cock, positioning it at your hole that was leaking with his cum, pushing himself back into your hole. “Jake, fuck!” You screamed.

“Gonna fuck you as many times as you teased me, gonna leave your pussy sore.”

©️LUVYENI

[artsninspo]

Penname: Delta Wise [Sinners]

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authors note: a quick concept I thought up after seeing the movie.

summary: 'Knotty' James owns an apothecary by day, by night she's a bestselling author who writes supernatural black novels under the name. Delta Wise. It's her deepest secret but secrets don't last for the living.

word-count: 1.9K

Knotty

I spent the first eight summers of my life next to my grandmother's rocking chair. She was the only person that was rooted enough not to leave. There was nowhere else for her to go. I was helping her cook by six and then cooking for the both of us by eight. I watched as my parents and cousins dismissed her stories, warnings and tales for nonsense but they always felt true to me where it counted. I wrote down all her stories of life in Chicago and then recorded the rest when I was old enough to have a tape recorder. I was at the retirement community just as much as I was at school. She spoke life over me and she loved me hard. By the time she died I was fifteen and ready for the world with the wisdom of two lifetimes. I was different and people could tell.

What grandma always told me was that a good woman knew how to keep a secret. I have more than my fare share. What my family doesn’t know is that granny’s stories have made me rich. While they think I’m an oddball apothecary owner with peculiar habits. Truth is I’ll never have to make another sale to survive. The doctors and the lawyers look down on me but pride isn’t safe. Neither is the glory of recognition. Grandma's stories were real, so it’s very likely the monsters in my stories are too. 

I search through my closet for something that won’t make them all look down on me too much. I make sure my figure is on display to give them something to talk about as I set my locks free from their braids. The waves cascade to my mid back. I opt for more discrete protections today slipping on pure silver rings and cuffs. Every major artery is adorned with silver from my head to my toes. I slip on a pair of boots. I pull on a light jacket to cover my back. I look at the sun setting and finish my garlic tea with a colonial silver supplement before grabbing my bag and getting into the car.

I don’t make being out after sunset a habit. But Uncle Larry is sick and it’s imperative we party before he goes. He’s grandma's younger brother from her father’s second wife. A proud man that’s done everything to leave Mississippi behind him. When I arrive at the venue there’s a cascade of cars out front. Luxury vehicles that tell the tale of triumph and resistance. When I enter, Kaya is playing the piano and I instantly feel underdressed.

“Come on Knotty, I got you” Carmen smiles, meeting me at the door. We’re equal outsiders because people don’t quite know what to think of me. They think she’s a whore like our great grandmother Pearl who ran off one evening and never came back. Only I know what a blessing that was to everyone that she went up in flames at sunrise. Grandma said she never forgot the man with the scar who’d come by to tell her daddy Pearl was gone and the fantastic tale.

“So how are sales going at the shop?” She asks.

“Good” I smile as she fusses with my hair.

“Well I have a steady trick I don’t have to do anything for now so if you need anything ask.” She says and I smile.

“Thanks Carmen,” I tell her.

“I swear it’s good money,” she says, misreading my smile.

“I believe you” I nod. I do believe her because I’m the trick. Carmen has always been kind so instead of whispering about the onlyfans link in a group chat like everyone else I made an account. I send her money and bible verses because she’s never taken the money from me otherwise. Because to ‘trick’ like I do I’d need more than apothecary. 

“I think I’m gonna quit soon. I almost have enough saved up to make a record. I’ve been taking lessons and my voice is ready. And I have enough to make a really nice music video.” She says, making me smile.

“You were ready before those lessons but I’m happy to hear and if you need anything don’t hesitate to reach out” I tell her.

“What about you and writing? Haven’t seen you with a dreamy eye gleam in front of a computer in a long time” she says and I smile.

“I wrote a herbology and healing book” I remember.

“No no, knotty. Like the big stories you used to tell when we were kids.” She says starting on my makeup.

“What about them?”

“Remember? It’s singing and you’d dream up these amazing ideas for music videos or backgrounds?” She asks like I could forget.

“I do but the apothecary and my garden takes a lot of time” I remind her and she nods.

“Well I think you should take it seriously. If you were that good then. I can imagine about now” she smiles.

“What are you not saying Carmen?” I ask, sensing there’s more to it. She sighs, taking a kindle from her purse. I see my book cover as the Home Screen.

“When someone spends fifty grand on me in a year I investigate.” She says without saying. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you Knotty you’re incredibly successful and you let everyone look down on you. You pay me a salary and never ask for a thank you” she says, far smarter than the rest of them.

“How do the tips trace back?” I ask.

“They didn't. I read the first book a few years ago and it felt like one of Grandma's stories. This last one. That was confirmation. Who could forget the twins?” She whispers.

“Carmen”

“I won’t tell,” she says, swallowing hard. “I won’t” she repeats showing me a silver necklace from Grandma.  “But they’re as excellent as everyone says they are. The minute you let me brag on you I will.” She says but I shake my head.

“Not while they’re still out there”

“But Grandma said they all died” Carmen says.

“She did but you never know” I nod, keeping the rest of the truth from her. The letter I found dated October 17th 1992. From Sammy Scarface himself stating he saw Stack and he didn’t look a day older than the night he died. That Mary was by his side. Mary who was partially to blame for how that night went. Otherwise they would’ve been inside until sunrise.

“Okay miss mystery, we’ll reconvene this later. Just wear this dress and shoes I got you.” She says and I relent slippering into a silver number that better matches the occasion with matching shoes. My clothes are folded and I follow her out of the room and back into the party room.

I’m showered with compliments about my dress and presentation all thanks to Carmen. I take pictures with uncle Larry. When the party’s over I get to my car when I hear someone call me but I don’t listen. I start my engine and head home. When I do I head in backwards like grandma said I should and run a bath before going to bed.

———

I clean up the apothecary after hours knowing I have extra protections in my veins for a little longer. I head to my car as the sunsets and hear someone calling again.

“Hey now! Did I just see you lock up the apothecary. My granny told me I need to get her some fresh dandelion and camomile.” A man says and I step into a sunstreak before looking back to where he stands under the shade of the shops. Brown skin, minimal facial hair, full lips with a hint of a smirk and sunglasses to cover his eyes. He makes me feel uneasy. But I something in me makes me walk towards him. The protection bag tucked in my chest tugs at me. As my silver feels like it starts to hum. But as I get closer it’s like my aura pushes him back. His chain and rings are gold. I open the door stepping in and he does too. No doubt he’s probably already charmed a member of my staff.

“Chamomile and Dandelion? How much?” I ask.

“Eight ounces each” he says and I grab the bags.

“Who’s your grandmother, I don’t think I’d hear the end of a grandson so handsome. The elders are proud people” I smile, flirting.

“Just passing through, she’s out and has a nightly tea ritual” he lies like they all do.

“That’ll be $100” I tell him and he gets a money clip from his pocket instead of pulling out a phone or credit card to pay. He fails my final test when he can’t place the money in my hand. I close the till and grab my key when a woman enters the doorway. She sashays in glaring at me. 

“What’s taking so long baby?” She asks and I should be shitting myself but I’m not. She’s wearing sunglasses too.

“Nothing. I got the goods for Granny” he says holding up the bags to her.

“Heard her flirting” she says making no effort to conceal the impossible. I pretend not to hear from behind the counter and fasten the crossbow around my arm. My belled sleeves cover it and I move from the counter.

“Thanks for your help.” The man smirks.

“Hope your grandmother enjoys her tea” I respond as they file out. I make it to my car fine but I don’t head home. Instead I head to Momma Meringue and she’s standing on her porch when she sees me. Old habit causes her to head into her home. The door is left open as a test and I walk right in after cutting my car off. Her home is full of skylights.

“I think I met Stack and Mary an hour ago,” I confess.

“You did,” she says, showing me a severely patina’d silver cuff. She raises my sleeve and I see my twin pair look just the same. She removes it from me, dropping it into a jewelry cleaner.

“What do they look like?” She asks. And I tell her until there are two perfect pencil sketches. Momma M blinks in rapid succession.

“An unrequited love spell” she says. “The girl's heart was pure until …” her eyes close and she pauses. “He didn’t come back and she learned her husband's bed couldn’t compare to him. She asked for forever and got her wish - not in any way she would have predicted though” Momma finishes.

“Hmm, she was jealous today,” I share.

“Careful he likes a chase. Love spells don’t change men. He misses his brother but is too much of a survivor to consider anything else”

“Any advice? “

“Close the store for a week. Request a new deed, resign and tell your employee’s not to engage with anyone unless they’re inside the store upon reopening.” She says.

“Here’s some silver lotion for the moonlight” she says and I obey because the elders have never steered me wrong. I wash up and sleep at Mama Meringues house but before I go to bed I commit to writing in my journal like my grandmother would have - continuing her story. Then I take photos uploading the pages to the cloud so they can be with hers.

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If you like it you know what to do, Reblog, comment and like. The girls are asking for sinners so I thought I’d deliver a quickie.

PT 2

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Adrenaline

Summary: Tyler Owens x fe!Reader -> After a tornado whirls through your town, everyone is left with an adrenaline rush. Except for you, until later that night where you meet Tyler Owens for a second time and he helps you.

Disclaimer: Mentions of tornadoes though not too much damage, mentions/descriptions of adrenaline rush/crash. Tyler being an EMT, found family with the Wranglers, Wranglers and Tyler creating a safe space for the reader. Fluff, hint of angst, but mostly fluff. Not Proof Read.

He’d never seen anyone more beautiful in his whole life. 

You were sitting there, on an old broken log, stuffing your backpack with the rest of your things. Since you’d all been forced awake that morning by a tornado siren going off, everyone on the street was awake and looking bed ridden. 

But there was just something about you. 

To put it plain and simply, you were beautiful. 

“You need some help?” He asked you as he approached. 

“No, I’m okay. Thanks.”

“You sure?”

You stood with a sigh. “I’m sure.”

With a sweep of your hand, you hauled your bag over your shoulder. That was when your eyes shifted to your family, huddled by the end of the street talking to one of your neighbours. 

The tornado had passed through the street. Some things had been destroyed but luckily the houses remained mostly intact. 

“I-I just don’t know what we’re going to do.” you mom said, over and over. 

“Mom!” You were frustrated enough as it was. “I told you. I’ll handle it.”

“Oh, okay.”

Tyler turned back to you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You softened a little. You knew he was only trying to help. “I swear. I’m gonna go and call the insurance and get this sorted out.”

And you did. 

Tyler stuck around with his crew for the rest of the day, helping people pick up pieces of fencing, a few doors and multiple dog hutches that had landed in other people’s gardens. 

But he kept his eyes on you. 

Somewhere between coming out of your house in your pajamas once you’d been given the all clear it was safe, and him seeing you help some of the little kids by the ambulance who were afraid of getting their blood pressure taken, you’d changed your clothes. 

Granted, a lot of people had. 

But you were one of the last in order to do so. 

And later that night when he pulled into a motel, he saw you again. 

Considering your house was still standing and whatever damage had been caused would soon be fixed by your insurance company, he was surprised to see you checking into a room. 

But taking a few seconds to look at you, he soon got his answer. 

You were shaking. 

You hadn’t been before. 

If he was being completely honest, he was surprised you hadn’t been in total shock. Waking up to a tornado siren, being forced into a shelter, dealing and helping others on your street, dealing with insurance companies and hold-music. 

He’d been doing his job for a long time, and even then he would be dealing with the after shock a lot sooner than you were. 

“Hey, you want some help?”

You turned and looked at him, recognising his face almost instantly. 

“I-I’m fine.” You sounded sure of yourself as you said it, but the shaking gave your body away. 

“Y/n, right?”

You nodded. “You’re Tyler Owens?”

Tyler nodded. “Professional Tornado Wrangler and qualified EMT.”

“Nice credentials. You give them to everyone you meet?”

“Only when I think they need my help.” 

He wasn’t being condescending. You could see as much from the way he was looking at you. 

“Do you mind if I just check you over? I’ve got my med kit in my truck and I don’t remember you getting checked on site.”

You nodded after a moment. Fighting him on it would only mean more energy, which you were more than lacking in at that moment. 

“Come with me.”

That was how you found yourself sitting on the edge of Tyler Owens truck bed, getting most of your vitals checked over. 

“How long will—will it take for the shak–shaking to wear off?” You felt cold. 

Tyler hooked his stethoscope around the back of his neck. “Anywhere between a few minutes to a couple of hours. Considering you’d been in a permanent adrenaline rush since this morning, I’d wager to say it might take you a little longer.”

“And the chills?” You felt your shoulders shake as you said it. 

Tyler sat beside you, holding his fingers against the pulse on your wrist before looking at his watch. “Right now, your blood is moving away from your skin and towards your organs to help with blood oxygen levels.”

Somehow, with Tyler explaining everything to you, it was giving you a sense of calm. 

“Mind me asking why you’re staying here rather than at home?”

“My mom keeps asking questions and my dad is trying to hide his secrets from the insurance company as if he works for the CIA. He doesn’t, by the way. He just doesn’t trust that he won’t have to pay anything despite the insurance saying he won’t,” you explained. “I told them I was going to a friend’s house to babysit for the night. I would go home, except home is a few hours away and I don’t have the energy to drive that far. So, a motel it is.”

“Well, you chose one of the best. There’s a vending machine that, if you hit the sidebar twice, it’ll give you free m&ms.”

“And you know this, how exactly?”

Tyler shrugged with a slightly knowing smile. “Not my first time staying in a place like this. Or this one, to be exact.”

“You go up and down Tornado Alley, right?”

Tyler nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“So, what do you do when you’re dealing with an adrenaline rush?”

“Well, I think my body’s used to it by now. But, best advice I can give is to just breathe. Taking a lot of deep breaths can help.”

You smiled. “Thanks. I’ll try that.”

Tyler smiled back at you. “You should try and get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning?”

You nodded. “I suppose you will.”

And he did. 

It was around eight in the morning when you appeared once more in your pajamas by the landing of the stairs of the motel. Some of the Wranglers were awake, but like yourself, were still dressed for bed. 

“Mornin’,” Tyler called up to you. “How’d you sleep?”

“Alright. Took me a while though.”

Tyler nodded. “That’s normal. You wanna join us? Dexter’s making breakfast and he always makes extra.”

“No, that’s-”

“Come on! Come and join us! You’ll never eat a better breakfast.”

A chorus of agreements came from the rest of the team so, five minutes later you were sitting back on the open flatbed of Tyler’s truck, eating breakfast and talking with the rest of the team. 

“Well?”

“Best breakfast I’ve ever had. Thank you.” 

Dexter smiled before celebrating quietly to himself. “Yes!”

“So, where are you guys headed next?” You asked, looking around at the team. 

“Couple miles west, maybe. There’s meant to be a couple F-1 and 2s soon. We can use them for footage and completing a couple a viewer requests. You know, shooting fireworks and things to see what happens.”

Though you weren’t a follower, you had seen one or two videos recently of their chasing antics. And, for a devil-may-care it seemed, spending a dazed afternoon and a much clearer morning with them let you know that they only did it with safety in mind. 

“What about you? Heading back to your folks, or?”

You shook your head and swallowed your food. “Home. It’s not that I don’t love ‘em, I do. But…they can be a lot on a good day. And they never listen. So long as I leave them a detailed list of what’s gonna happen, they should be okay.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. “I know how bitchy that sounds. I do. I just…”

“It feels like you’re raising your parents instead of the other way around?”

You nodded, looking over at Lily. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry about it. My folks are the same. You tell them everything they need to know and they still call twenty minutes later asking you to make sure it’s done properly.”

“Yes! Thank you. Finally! Someone gets it.” 

You were aware of how loud you were reacting, but for the first time it was like you weren't on your own. 

“It feels like I’m doing everything I can, as well as my own things for my own life, only to be asked if I’m sure I’m doing it right. If you want it done, do it yourself! If not, leave me to it!”

You took a moment to finally breathe. 

“Sorry. That was…I’m sorry.”

Tyler shook his head. “Don’t apologise. I saw how you handled things yesterday. This is a safe space.”

“No judgement here,” Boone added. 

You looked at all the others and saw genuine agreement on their faces. And for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty. 

Later on as you were packing the rest of your things up from your motel room, someone spoke from the open doorway. 

“How long has it been like that?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at Tyler’s voice. “Like what?”

“You taking it all on?”

You realised what he was talking about but you just shrugged. “A while. Why?”

“How much free space do you get when you’re away from them?”

You shrugged again. “Enough to know I’m working.”

“And then, what? You come home and helped them fix whatever needs fixing?”

You laughed a little. “I’d not like I’m building them a new house-”

“I wasn’t talking physically.”

That made you pause for a moment. 

“Listen, I know this is gonna sound forward and I know it’s not my place but…just something is telling me to ask you anyway.”

“Okay,” you sounded out slowly. 

“Dani told me that you’re a data analyst. A nine to five, grey office, work from home two days a week, kinda thing.”

You nodded. That much was true. 

“What if I offered you a job?”

“Tyler-”

“No, hold on, wait. Just, just listen for a sec.”

You waited and he continued. 

“It’s not like I’m asking you to run away with me in some kind of Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves thing. It’s just, I saw how you were with the rest of the team today and I heard you, yesterday, talking to the kids?” 

You knew what Tyler was referring to. 

“You studied meteorology, right?”

You nodded, eventually. “I minored in it.”

Tyler nodded with a brief smile. “Then I want to offer you a job working with us. You can still keep your old job. If they let you work from home two days a week, I’m sure they won’t mind a little longer. Something tells me you’re pretty damn good at your job.” 

Tyler continued. “It would only have to be for the summer. You can come chasing with us and if you don’t wanna do it again, you don’t have to. But, we also have a home base in Sapulpa. We collect the data and try to find a way to use it to make sure people don’t end up getting a warning five seconds before a tornado hits their home. Even if you just try it for a week…I think you’d really enjoy it.”

“You know, when I came here last night, I didn’t think I’d be leaving with a job offer.”

“You should come with us, today. One chase. Just to test it out.”

You don’t know when or how, but you said yes. And one chase was all it took for you to get hooked. You loved the weather ever since you were a little kid. You’d sit out in your treehouse when it was raining and you’d stare at the clouds for hours just trying to figure out how they did it, until you were old enough to read the bigger words written in your science books. 

Two years later, you still found it to be the best decision you ever made. 

[yanderemommabean]

Several hours later and I am unfortunately still swimming in yandere opener and yandere headliner thoughts even as I try to get work done. I pray to whoever’s out there that no one who works near me can read minds or they are in for a struggle alongside me.

The opener likes to have me cockwarm him on the bus, finding amusement in how hard I try to keep quiet as every bump in the road pushed me even further down on his dick. Scolding me for distracting him, even as he keeps a hand resting on my cunt for my clit to rub against as we drive. The headliner complaining about him hogging me for too long, pulling out his own dick and shoving it down my throat when he finally runs out of patience, causing me to bounce up and down on the cock still buried in my pussy with every thrust into my drooling mouth. The two of them competing to see who can last longer as I let out muffled whimpers and whines, choking and gagging and holding onto the headliners hips for dear life as if it’ll make him be gentler.

The headliner making up for lost time when it comes time for bed, pushing me down into his bunk and fucking me within an inch of my life, pulling on my hair so I can’t bury my face in the pillow to muffle my screams and cries. He makes me tell him how much better he is, how much more his dick hurts, loud enough that nobody on the bus can get any sleep. God forbid any of them try to complain, finding themselves abandoned on the side of the road out of a gig, being told the only person on that bus that isn’t replaceable is himself. The opener always takes this as a personal challenge the next morning, hold my chin and making me look him in the eyes as he bounces me on his lap, my clit rubbing against his pubic hair with every thrust, faux sympathy on his face as he asks if that mean man pushed me too hard last night, knowing he wasn’t going to let me have it any easier.

Not even getting a break when they’re performing, with the headliner railing me against the mirror in his dressing room as a pre-show good luck charm and the opener sliding his dick down my throat as soon as he’s off stage to de-stress. Both of them agitated at the lack of my presence in the audience, once in a while having a roadie steal me away to drag me up to the barrier, where I’m expected to smile and cheer and sing along like I haven’t been locked up with these nutjobs for months. I never get the chance to slip away with the crowd before I’m escorted backstage once again to see whichever one got cheated on a shouting match with the other, knowing that I’m not going to get peace from either of them for a week.

And as a little bonus, the opener smoking with me sat on his cock, getting me high off the secondhand smoke and finding out the fun way how needy and sensitive I get when I’m high. He makes it a point to hide this from the headliner, deciding this can be our little secret, but he sure likes to push it. Sneaking THC into my food and playing it off when I start getting squirmy, making a comment on how bad road-trip food is before whisking me off to the bunks to finger me for hours with a hand over my mouth muffling my screams, chuckling and whispering in my ear how cute I look as I black out from the pleasure.

I think I need to stop watching hot sweaty men perform during ovulation week. I think that’s bad for me.

Last confession on the matter I pinky swear.

How is being horny bad for you?????

Also please don't shut up this isn't a church this isn't a sin, spill your tasty thoughts so the rest of us may feast because this was SPICY and I ate up every bit!

I picture hawks and Dabi, or Sukuna and Choso, just two horrendously hot yanderes who love and hate to share you and take you apart. 1000/10 gonna read this again and again

-Mommabean (AHHH I LOVE IT!!!!!))

[girlokwhatever]

based on a request where reader meets kate’s family!

⊹ ࣪ ˖✩°｡🦦*ੈ✩‧₊˚-‘๑ meet the martins,,

kate martin x fem!reader

you were beyond nervous. today was the fateful day where you were meeting kate’s parents for the first time. you knew they’d be welcoming considering how amazing their daughter was, but you didn’t know if you’d be able to impress them enough.

kate asked you to be her girlfriend six months ago. the almost unbearable time before that where you two would flirt until your heads spun was about three months long. you considered yourself the luckiest person in the world to have kate, and vice-versa.

you and kate were about to leave university to spend the weekend in her hometown, lugging your bags into the back of her car. as soon as everything was ready she started the car and drove off, deciding now would be a good time to drop a bomb on you.

“so.. babe,”

“kate..”

“i jus’ wanna let you know my siblings are gonna be there too..”

“okay.. okay. that’s nice. it’s good actually. just knock it all out at once..”

kate smiled over in your direction but you didn’t see it, facing the window as you let out a deep breath. she knows you’re unbelievably nervous because the only person you’ll know there is her, but she knows everyone will love you.

you spend the rest of the car ride trying to relax. you try meditation, deep breathing exercises, and even sleep. your girlfriend says nothing, trying to let you cope with your nerves.

when kate pulls into her childhood home’s driveway you’re sleeping, head and hair pressed gently against the side of the seat. she gently grasps your shoulder and leans in to press a kiss behind your ear, whispering that you’ve both arrived. you wake with a startled expression, disbelief written across your face.

“what?! kate! why didn’t you wake me up earlier, i’m probably a mess right now!”

you’re not mad, just panicking. you try to press your hair back down into place and smooth out your sundress but your frantic attempt doesn’t help you much.

“baby you look amazing, i swear.”

you look at her, slightly pouting at the situation. she seizes the moment, taking the opportunity to press and kiss to your lips. some of your worry slips away with her silent reassurance, feeling more confident and accepting that whatever happens, happens.

suddenly you remember the flowers you bought for her mom, pulling away from your girlfriend to grab them from the backseat. kate said these were her favorites so of course you had to buy some.

“are you ready?”

you nod, feeling some of your anxiety resurfacing. you’re not sure why it was so nerve wracking for you. there have been times in the past when you met your partner’s parents and it never made you feel this way. maybe because kate is the best thing is the best thing that ever happened to you and you never want to lose her.

as soon as kate knocks the door swings open, revealing both of her parents. her mom is smiling wide at you and her dad is too, beer in hand. you don’t miss the loud thudding of steps from her siblings either, both of them greeting you with similar smiles.

“okay guys, you don’t have to stand and stare like robots.” she’s joking, pulling her mom and dad in for a hug all at once. her sister kennedy pulls you inside as she introduces herself but you’ve heard so much about her from kate you feel like you’ve known her all your life.

“everyone, this is my wonderful girlfriend, please don’t suffocate her while i go get our stuff from the car.”

“oh kate, i can help you-”

her mother touches your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks in your pursuit to follow kate. “trevor can help kate, you stay here. you’re our guest!”

kate rubs her hand on your back before she departs. she’s giving you this ‘just relax’ look, so you really try. it’s not difficult to think that this is where kate grew up, baby pictures and her warm vanilla scent lingers everywhere.

once you snap back to reality, kate’s mom is looking at you so genuinely and with so much certainty you feel as though this is already your family. you feel bad watching trevor leave but he doesn’t seem to mind at all, helping ease your conscious. this house feels so familiar to you, almost as if kate embodies this space she grew up in. loving, accepting, cherishing, and sweet.

“oh! i bought these for you. kate said they were your favorite.”

you hold the flowers in her direction, watching her face light up as if she hadn’t noticed them until now. you all drift to the kitchen as she thanks you, getting out a vase to set them in. she’s bubbly, smile wide and cheeks a perfect shade of pink you recognize from kate.

they’re all so welcoming to you, patting you on the back and squeezing your shoulders every so often. their aura exudes love and positivity, spreading into your bones and helping you sink into the moment. all your worry is left behind, pure excitement taking over at the prospect of the rest of your weekend here.

a few hours later you’re all sitting outside on the back patio. you’re in kate’s arms laying on the couch, her parents sitting across you both, and trevor and kennedy in two lounge chairs.

kate places her chin on the top of your head, wanting to engulf your entire being. the sight of you laughing and making jokes with her closest family melts her heart. she admires every single second you spend just laughing at something someone said, feeling as though you were meant to be here in this moment.

you’re all mid laugh after kennedy recalls a high school basketball fail memory when her eyes widen, gasping loud and holding back a laugh.

“did kate tell you- oh my goodness. did kate tell you she used to have the most aggressive side part ever?!”

kate’s eyes widen at the exposure, face turning red when she tries covering your ears even though she already knows you’ve heard it already. your jaw goes slack because you had no idea, and think it’s absolutely hilarious.

“what?! no! i had no idea! she never said anything.”

“really kate? you’ve never shown her a high school photo?” her mom speaks through laughs, kate’s face and the reveal stuck in her mind.

“oh my god- was this a whole high school career thing?”

“yes! at least five years, i’m surprised it didn’t get stuck that way.”

everyone’s in on the conversation now and the inside joke begins to form. even with her embarrassment, kate doesn’t mind much because it’s you, joking with her family. she’d go through a million moments like this if it meant bringing you closer with the people she loves most.

through the hysteria, kate meets her mom’s eyes. the approving smile is present, a silent ‘you got a good one’ look that tells kate all she needs to know. of course she was certain her family would love you, but she didn’t know it’d be so easy, all the pieces falling into place. kate smiles back, trying to burn this memory into her mind forever.

after dark everyone’s drifting back inside and bidding trevor and kennedy goodbye. you hug them both, telling them how amazing you think they are and you’re really happy to have met them. they tell you the same, especially kennedy who sneaks in a joke about how you’re her ‘future sister.’ your heart stutters at that, the idea of being kate’s wife giving you butterflies in your stomach.

it’s when kate places her hand in yours and guides you to her bedroom that her mom really knows. with absolute confidence she knows how deeply in love her daughter is with you. she knows kate has found her soulmate from the way she’s always watching over you, making sure you’re alright. it’s mother’s intuition, she just knows.

kate hands you your towel, kissing your forehead as you exit the shower and she takes your place. you’re brushing your hair when she asks you how you feel about her family.

“i really love them kate. they’re all so sweet and funny. they really were so welcoming.”

“yeah, i can tell everyone really likes you.”

it makes you feel good to hear to say that, like it’s an official welcome into her family. and it means everything to you, knowing how much family means to kate. knowing she brought you here to see where she grew up and who she grew up with.

“i’ll be right back kate, i left my socks in your room.”

“okay! i love you!” her voice fades as you walk out, shouting out a quick ‘i love you’ back. because you really do love her, more than anything.

you’re searching through your bag when you hear a gentle knock on the open door, turning to see kate’s mom jill.

“hey! is everything okay?”

“oh yeah, everything great. i just wanted to tell you it was really amazing to meet you. you’re a wonderful girl, and i can tell kate really loves you,” her voices lowers a bit as she speaks again, “y’know, kate’s never really had a serious girlfriend, you’re the first girl she’s ever brought home. i know she’s happy with you, so thank you for being so good to her. and you’re welcomed here anytime.”

you’re at a loss for words, thankful for the praise and slightly shocked by the news that kate hasn’t ever brought a girl home. you and kate never discussed dating history in detail and it didn’t matter to you. it still doesn’t. your heart pounds and warms your body, flustered because of how well jill thinks of you.

“well, thank you for having me. i really appreciate how welcoming everyone was today, it means a lot. i really feel happy here and hopefully we’ll get to come back soon.”

her mom smiles and nods, kissing your cheek as she says goodnight to you. the whole interaction is almost surreal. your love for kate grows impossibly larger knowing that the love you two share is so easy to notice.

your girlfriend walks into her room and spots you, picking you up bridal-style before laying down in bed. you straddle her, eyes gleaming at her big silly grin. she reaches for you hands and kisses them repeatedly, closing her eyes and melting into the touch.

“i love you so much, never wanna be without you.”

“i never want to be without you either,” you’re leaning down, kissing her skin wherever you feel it. she’s warm and soft from the shower, skin smooth and perfect for leaning into.

“i want to marry you.”

“kate, don’t say those things.”

your heart pounds for what feels like the millionth time that day, not sure if she’s saying it just because of the heat of the moment. either way, you know with absolute certainty that you would want to marry her too and if she asked you’d say yes.

“why not? i mean it. i want to marry you.” and she’s not lying, she really does mean it. with the deepest parts of her soul she means it and knows it’s true. she thinks she’ll buy you and ring the second she gets back to iowa, feeling a sudden urgency to bond your love.

“i want to marry you too.”

you both stare at each other wordlessly, the only thing existing between you is the love you share. she kisses you again and again, feeling that if she doesn’t you’ll just disappear because you’re too good to be true. she holds you tighter because she fears you might vanish or realize you don’t actually want this.

but you do. you both do. you’ll always love kate even in death, wherever that may take you. you know that for certain, just as certain as kate is about her love and adoration for you.

“mrs. martin. i like that.”

“for you or me?”

“for us. i want to be with you forever, future mrs. martin.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

GUYS I REALLY LIKE THIS. i want to turn it into a little series of reader and kate’s future (wedding, kids, etc.)

WHAT DO YOU THINK

[gunwoo-bh]

The Night Shift Epilogue [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. 18+ MDNI cw: so much fluff, so much love, happiness all around, as usual lots of swearing, reader and yoongi are so soft for each other, warning for kissing because they love kissing. wc: 10.2k A/N: HERE WE ARE! The final chapter. I just want to say a HUGE thank you to all the love this series has gotten and while the main story may be over, this doesn't mean I'm done with these characters. I still plan on writing drabbles or Yoongi POVs. Might even open up my asks to some requests if anybody has any. I am excited for what comes next. After some rest, I do have an idea sitting in my brain that I am excited to explore. I hope you enjoy this final chapter. ;D

THE NIGHT SHIFT

EPILOGUE

FOUR YEARS LATER

“Eunhye is gonna give him so much crap…”

You snort, “I would give him crap too if it was any other day!” 

“Why is today stopping you?” Yoongi jokes.

You click your tongue, “It’s his wedding day!”

The rhythmic ticking of the indicator keeps you aware of your surroundings, turning the wheel as you make the turn. Yoongi’s laugh crackles on the speaker.

“Won’t stop the bride…”

You laugh out loud, “That’s about to be his wife so, I don’t think much can stop her anymore.” 

“You on your way now?” 

“Yeah, I just left the hotel and I’m hating on this traffic right now.”

“This is why you and I are the early ones…usually.” 

You sigh, shoulder checking quickly, “Yeah, well, someone had to go and forget the rings at the hotel so here I am, less than an hour before the wedding and I just picked up the rings…”

“I can’t believe Seokjin forgot them.” You can’t help but laugh too when you hear his laugh. 

“He had one job!”

You sigh, “Okay, baby, I am gonna hang up now so I can focus on the drive back. Tell them I am trying my hardest to make it back before but I can’t promise anything yet…”

“I will. Please drive safe?”

“I promise.” You can just imagine him pacing in whatever room he’s in. 

“I love you, see you soon!”

“I love you too!” He waits until you hang up first and you immediately dial Hwayoung’s number next, listening to it ringing until her happy and mildly anxious voice answers.

“Hiiiiiiii…please tell me you have them.”

“Rings are obtained.” 

“Oh thank fuck,” you burst out laughing, “Eunhye was willing to commit murder for this.” 

“Oh? Was she willing to risk Namjoon seeing her in the dress to kill Seokjin?” You tap your wheel as you wait for the light to turn green. 

“Uh, yeah. I don’t blame her.” Hwayoung laughs. “Your man is anxious for your return by the way, it’s all very cute.”

Blushing, you clear your throat, “Oh, is he now?”

“He hasn’t seen you in your dress yet, right? You’ve been with the wedding party all morning?”

“Uh-huh…” you sigh in relief when cars begin to move, “haven’t seen him since this morning. He’s gonna be fine…he gets to see me for the rest of the day.”

“Babe, I love you so much, but he is absolutely itching to see you. I am not even kidding you.” 

Hearing her speak about him this way, knowing you can’t see him and that all you want to do is be with him right now makes you despise having been the last one to leave the hotel the first time around before you had to go back. 

“Well, I just got off the phone with him. I am trying to make it back as quick as I can…”

“We know, and Eunhye loves you very much for that.” You ‘awe’ at her words. “Okay, I’m gonna let you drive in peace. See you soon, be safe now!”

You don’t even get a word in before she hangs up, shaking your head as you see the roads opening up. Finally. The love you hold for the people in your life is almost overwhelming because of how unconditional it all feels. 

This being the second wedding this year, Seokjin and Sohee having tied the knot a few months prior, puts you face to face with the reality of how much life has changed for everyone these last few years. You have to face just how much you have evolved as a person. Grown up. 

Therapy all those years ago had changed so many things for you, and to this day you continued attending sessions bi-weekly at least. You learned so much from facing your inner demons and fears, no longer avoiding them like you did before. It made you a better communicator and you have become a rock in your friend group in a way you never could have imagined, while also continuing to put your mental health first. It was a tricky balance but you are proud to say you mastered it.

But you weren’t alone in all of this.

You have a group of friends, no, not that. You have a family that is far bigger than the one you were born with. Now at twenty-six years old, you have everything you could have ever hoped to have. 

As you wait, yet again, at a red light you take a quick glance at the logo in the middle of the steering wheel. 

Your very own car. 

When Yoongi had offered to teach you how to drive three years ago, he was met with a resounding no and excuses, left and right. But he’s good at coaxing you out of that anxious cocoon you often bury yourself in when faced with new things. And with a little bit of effort and patience, from both of you, he taught you how to drive enough to have the confidence to follow every methodical step needed to obtain your license. 

It took you a year to achieve that goal, but at the end of that year you weren’t only met with your license but with a gift you still chastised your boyfriend, and parents, about–the car you’re sitting in right now. You love the little SUV he bought two years ago, a year after he had just purchased his own vehicle. 

It’s incredible the things you two have accomplished as a couple. How you’ve helped each other. 

Pulling up to the venue some time later, you find a spot to park the car and you make sure to not forget the rings in it as you run as fast as your heels will take you. 

Navigating the small crowd of guests present to watch Namjoon and Eunhye say ‘I do’, you spot Hwayoung and Eunji waiting for you as they take you to where Seokjin is to deliver the man the rings he forgot. 

You enter the wedding party room where Seokjin runs to you, thanking you profusely as he hugs you as his wife looks on in amusement. 

“Yeah, we’re all just lucky I was the last one to leave the hotel and that I was still close…” You gently place the rings in his hands. “Don’t…lose them.” 

He laughs and slips them into his pocket safely, “I won’t.”

You grin as you hug him again, shaking your head, “I’m shocked I made it back this quickly…”

“I’m really glad you did. I honestly thought I was a dead man.” He confesses, making you snort as you push him playfully. 

Turning around to scan the room you stop in your tracks when you see Yoongi leaning against the wall with a glass of champagne in hand. Excusing yourself, your feet carry you to where he stands as you twirl to show off your dress. You curtsy playfully before stopping in front of him. 

“That’s my girl…” he pushes off the wall, wrapping his arm around you as he pulls your body flush against his. “You look gorgeous, by the way…That dress is…” he gives you a low whistle and you smack his shoulder. 

“Stooooop.” You shake your head, skin flushed just from his words. 

At almost twenty-eight, Yoongi was the most handsome he had ever looked but again, you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of seeing him change and grow. His hair was slightly longer now, shaggy and long enough for a half-bun on some days and to tuck behind his ear most times but your favourite? Long enough to tug when you were intimate. 

“Can I kiss you or am I ruining some makeup?” He waits impatiently for your answer, constantly glancing at your lips. 

“Just kiss me.”

He doesn’t wait another moment, pulling you up and your heels make that action far easier than ever as he captures your mouth in a kiss. You bury your hand in his hair and pull him closer, his hands slipping up the length of your back and pressing between your shoulder blades. 

You pull back for air, nose to nose, “Hey…”

“Hi.” 

Pulling away to stand next to him, Yoongi hands you a flute of champagne as you sip it gently. You still never drank much but some champagne or wine on certain occasions warranted a little bit of drinking from you. 

“How long did they push it back?” 

“Not long. We’re just waiting on the okay before we go sit down…” he wraps his arm around your waist, tucking you in his side. 

You check him out, eyes languidly travelling from his feet all the way to his eyes as you grin, “You look handsome in your suit…” Your hand settles on his chest. “Scratch that, you look hot.”

His cheeks turn red within seconds as he scoffs, “You keep doing that and making me fucking blush, what the fuck–”

“Gather ‘round! We’re asking everyone to go find your seats, we’re about to start!”

It’s Namjoon’s dad.

You’re grinning proudly at your boyfriend who chugs his champagne and yours down, with you protesting that decision but he simply makes a face at you, taking your hand in his as you walk out. 

And just like everyone you find your seats, your hand reaching for his left one as you place it in your lap. You ply his fingers apart as you wait for the ceremony to begin, looking down to see how he pushes his hand down to grab your thigh. You gasp softly and grin, giving him the don’t start look as you return your focus on his hand. 

Resting your left hand on top of his, you smile as you stare at your rings. 

You aren’t engaged or married, no, but about two years ago, on that second anniversary, he bought the both of you ‘couple rings’ to wear. As a promise of a future you both wanted. Some would even call it a promise ring but he had chosen to wear one too. 

“I want people to know I’m taken without even asking.” 

The words, then, made you blush and fall in love with him even more when you didn’t think that was possible. 

You look back at him and Yoongi just smiles at you, like he knows something you don’t. 

At almost 1AM you are driving back to Seoul to go back home from the wedding. 

Yoongi is driving your car back as you drift in and out of sleep, fighting to stay awake and to keep him awake enough for what little is left of your drive. He holds your hand the entire drive back, humming to whatever music is on the radio. 

You don’t realize how much longer there is in the drive because one moment you close your eyes and the next Yoongi is carrying you in his arms, and you’re at your place. You groan when he gently puts you on the bed, leaning on your elbows as you rub your face.

“Are we back?”

“Mhm, just got back.” He’s taking his coat off, placing it over one of the many boxes in your room. “You think you can be awake enough to get ready for bed?” 

You whine, falling back on the bed as he chuckles, “Sure. I guess I could.” You groan as you sit and stand up, turning your back to him, “Unzip me, please?”

He approaches you, gathering your hair as he moves it over your shoulder. He stops moving and you glance over your shoulder when you feel his lips ghost the skin at your neck. You sigh loudly, “I’m barely touching you…” he whispers. 

“Doesn’t matter…” you exhale deeply, “we’re four years in and I will forever feel this way whenever you do that…I promise you…”

His chuckle is low and hoarse, “Way to boost my ego…”

“Mhm, we really don’t need that now…” He grins against your skin, you can feel it. 

He pulls the zipper down, helping you until it pools at your feet. You step out of it as you remove all your unnecessary jewelry, but not the ring, obviously, and find some clothes to wear to bed. 

Everything being gathered in boxes has proved inconvenient these last few days, because as careful as you have been to label everything, somehow you can’t find anything. 

“How much packing do you have left to do?” 

You grab one of his stolen hoodies, slipping it on as you point at your dresser, “That and the storage under the bed. I can definitely do that tomorrow, easy…”

“When are the people coming to pick up the furniture you sold?” He removes his tie, changing into sleep clothes.

“In the afternoon. Around 2?”

He rubs his sore shoulder, “I’ll make sure to be there in case they need help…” 

“Sounds good…” you slip some shorts on, “when are the movers coming the day after tomorrow? Did they confirm the time with you?”

“At 1PM. They say everything will be moved in by dinner time.” He walks over to you with a soft smile, gathering your face in his hands. “Keys can get picked up that same morning after nine.” 

Yeah, you still had a hard time believing this was happening.

Yoongi and you were moving in together in a brand new place. 

“You wanna go together to pick them up?” He asks.

“Of course.”

It had been an easy decision to move in together. It had been discussed many times over your years together considering you never spent nights apart after your first year together. He essentially lived with you and the girls these last two years especially when Namjoon had moved in with Eunhye, and Hoseok was also almost always over at yours. 

Telling the girls had been the emotional part because even though all of you knew these changes were happening, it still meant that you had reached the end of an era together but entering a new one. 

Hoseok and Hwayoung had found a small studio apartment and were moving out at the end of the month. Jungkook and Eunji were moving in together with the singles of the group, Taehyung and Jimin, in your soon-to-be old apartment. 

“Namjoon was apologizing right until the end that they planned their wedding this close to our move-in date…” Yoongi looks at your reflection as you wash your face. 

“Oh? It was easier for them to plan their honeymoon, no? He does realize we won’t be holding it against them, right?” You rub moisturizer over your face, staring at him. 

He shrugs, “He wanted to be there to help us. I told him we’re just glad we get to see them tomorrow night before they’re off…”

You grab your body lotion but he takes it from your hands, nodding to the counter as he wraps his arm around you to lift you on it, your legs dangling in front of him. He applies some to his hand and grabs one leg as he lathers it up and down the length of it, focused on making sure it’s evenly spread. 

“That’s very cute of them, they literally just got married and they’re sorry they can’t help us? Pffft.” He grins, briefly glancing up to you before applying the lotion to your other leg. 

“You know, you’re like a little sister to him now. Whenever he has to tell you no, it breaks his heart a little…” You smile softly, looking at his hands. “He’ll make it up to us even though he really doesn’t need to…”

“Thank you…” He looks up to you then quickly to your legs.

“Anytime.” 

He washes the excess lotion off his hands, leaning over to kiss your temple, “Ready for bed?” 

Nodding firmly, you extend your arms out as he places each of your legs around him and you tightly wrap your arms around his shoulders. You giggle when he pats your bum, burying your head in his neck as he brings you to bed for your second to last night here. 

You throw the tape on your bed when you’re done closing up one of your last boxes. 

You step back, looking at what’s left of your bedroom. Walls are bare and so is every piece of furniture except your nightstand. You grab one more box and sit down on your bed as you remove the drawer, wincing at the amount of crap you’ve thrown in there.

You dig through the accumulation of random objects until your eyes lock onto it. The box. You break out into a smile the moment you see it, opening it in your lap as you’re met with a stack of blue post-its. 

Including the very last one you’ve received. 

FOUR YEARS AGO

When you wake up the morning after, you feel exhausted but your shoulders feel light as you rub the fatigue out of your eyes. You stare at the ceiling, reaching out to the empty spot next to you as you sigh loudly.

Where is he?

You sit up, glancing down to your naked body as you begrudgingly get out of bed. Finding clothes proves easy when you simply grab his t-shirt, far too big on your small figure as it covers past your ass. You slip your underwear back on, shuffling out of the bedroom to the kitchen where you’re met with your boyfriend. 

 “Are you making us breakfast?”

He’s startled, turning around suddenly, “Jeez, when did you wake up?” 

You stretch as you wander over, “Just now…”

He finally takes in your appearance, inhaling deeply and exhaling through his teeth as he smirks, “Wow.” 

You glance to yourself then back at him, “Oh fuck off.” 

He tries to hide the smirk behind his hand, “Why? You look…really fucking good…”

Your body grows warm, shaking your head as you avoid his eyes, “I feel really fucking good…”

Yoongi grows smug, turning back around to lower the temperature on the stove, “With that out of the way…” he looks back at you, softly checking on you, “how are you feeling after our talk last night?”

You pad over closer to him, leaning against the small island separating you two, “I’m okay. A lot to figure out but one thing at a time, right?”

“Mhm.” He nods. “Is counselling helping?”

You nod, “I was…resistant at first, I was probably just stubborn.” He chuckles, grabbing a tangerine from the fruit bowl as he begins peeling it. “But I hate to admit that my appointment yesterday left me feeling pretty…light? Does that make sense?”

He hums, “Yeah, it makes sense. Therapy does that. You love and hate the feeling, right?” 

You groan, “I really do! Because why is talking about my deepest, darkest worries and feelings so bad…yet so good?!”

He laughs, your favourite kind of smile adorning his face, “That’s the magic of therapy.”

Pouting, you take a piece of tangerine he hands you, “I guess…”

He turns back to stir the pot, grabbing bowls and cutlery as he plates the side dishes and food, with your help you place the entire spread on the small living room table as you settle in for breakfast. 

“Thank you for cooking.” You glance lovingly at him.

You both dig into your food and you moan at how tasty it is, not realizing how hungry you have been since the night before. He chuckles, his mouth full, every time you moan. 

“You gotta stop making that sound…” 

Your eyebrows quirk, feeling playful, “Why? Reminds you of last night…”

He coughs, choking on his food as you giggle, “...stop.” 

You laugh as you take a sip of your water, “I’m glad I was a bit dumb last night…” you confess. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I was gonna go grab food and come find you, but…I was tired so I decided I’d go nap at yours when I showed up. I thought I’d have plenty of time to get up and come back to meet you…” you let the sentence die, blinking softly, “Wait.”

“Mhm?” 

You put your chopsticks down, “Why were you home when I got here? You should have been at the library…”

He doesn’t look as caught off guard as you expect him to be. He simply stands, urging you to follow him as you follow after him. He stops halfway to his room and grabs your hand, tugging you with him as he lets go.

Standing there, you watch as he rifles through something in his drawer. He stops moving altogether for a moment before turning to face you. 

“So, I was looking for a hoodie the other day,” he pauses, playfully glaring at you, “but I should have known you’d stolen it,” you grin, “so, when I was looking for it I found a hoodie I hadn’t worn in a while…so I decided to take it and in the pocket I found…” he opens his hand, palm up, to reveal a crumpled piece of familiar blue paper. 

“A blue post-it?” He hums. “Babe, I’m sorry to tell you but it isn’t new, that’s like our thing…”

He’s grinning, a twinkle in his eyes, “It is…” you frown as he clicks his tongue, “except, it is pretty unique compared to the other ones…”

You’re curious now, “Why?”

“Because it’s the only one you haven’t read…” 

You gasp, blinking rapidly, “Baby?”

“Mhm?”

“Is this what I think it is?” He grins as he nods. “Can I?” 

“I wouldn’t be giving it to you if I wasn’t sure,” you reach for it but he pulls his hand back, “because I was planning on showing that to you last night but I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t find it…”

Your eyes are glued to the paper as you nod, “Mhm, that’s very sweet. Can I please…?” 

Snorting, he sighs, “I’m trying to be sweet…”

“You always are, you just underestimate how much you are. Gimme. Please.” You hold out your hands.

He squints as he stares at you, mouth open as he utters the smallest scoff, “Impatient and sweet, all at once. You are magical I swear…” 

You smile, “I love you very much, can I?” You point at it. 

“I just need you to know before you read this that I wrote this when I felt really confident about it…but then I saw you, and thought…no way you’d say yes so…” he sighs as he hands you the crumpled paper. 

You delicately uncrumple the paper, glancing at him one more time as you finally get to read the words he’d written on what could have been the second post-it, the one that never was until now. 

It’s not a tangerine, but…maybe instead we can grab some food and talk more? 

Maybe, make it a date?

A smile immediately spreads to your lips when you realize how quickly he wanted to ask you out, sniffling as you bite your lower lip. You stare at it for a while, reading the words over and over. 

You laugh, emotions bubbling up in your chest, “You really did like me for that long?” 

He nods, “Yeah, I liked you before we even met.”

“When…how?”

He chuckles, walking closer to you, “We actually briefly met once before that day in the library.” You look astonished to hear that. “I don’t think you’d remember, I had a different hair colour then but you helped this girl in my class when she dropped all of her stuff, and I had seen you before, around…” he blushes, “I thought you were pretty. Always did. But you reassured her when she felt silly for being clumsy and you were…you are still radiant…and I was looking for a reason to be helped…”

You gasp as you realize, “The library, that night…”

He nods, “Yeah…”

“You planned it all? Ahead of time?” 

“Yep.” He’s shy as he stands there. “I’d already read the book for class. I actually had a copy in my bag at the time…” 

You’re stunned into silence as you stare at it for far longer than you should.

“You were gonna ask me on a date?”

He’s nodding, “Yeah, I was…”

“Why didn’t…you?” 

He hisses, like the answer that pops into his mind hurts, “Because I saw you and I convinced myself there was no way you’d say yes…”

You snort, “But I did say yes.”

“Well, evidently.” You thwack his chest, Yoongi grabs your hand when it comes into contact with him. 

You stare up at him, “I would have said yes, y’know?”

He scoffs, “I know that now! But then? I never could have imagined you wanting to go on a date with me.” 

You grab his face in your hands, “Well, I’d go on dates with you again and again. Let’s make sure our life together is a lifelong date…”

He frowns, scrunching his nose as he laughs, “Lifelong date…Sounds like a plan.”

PRESENT

The memory is vivid in your brain, one you cherished and would cherish for the rest of your life. Just like these post-its. 

You secure the lid back on as you carefully pack it into the box, continuing and finally finishing your packing. And as you stand in the middle of it, it actually feels empty for the first time. Nostalgia hits you in different ways as you take in the emptiness. Many of your firsts and best memories have happened in this room, and this apartment too. 

You grab your phone, taking a photo of your empty room before sending it to Yoongi.

You [12:02 PM]: [image]

You [12:02 PM]: Finally done! 😮‍💨I’ll just wait for you to get here to make food. 

You know he’s going to answer quickly and just like expected, he begins answering. 

Yoongi 🧡🍊[12:04 PM]: I’ll be right over, I’m buying fried chicken for lunch. I’ll get you the usual. ♥️

You grin as you stare at his text because really.

How did you get so lucky?

Laughter rings loudly in the restaurant.

The energy is electric. Everyone is laughing with full bellies and plenty of alcohol flowing. Your heart is full, happy and relaxed as you scan the full table. 

It is filled with almost every person you love most on this planet. 

You sit snug into Yoongi’s side, still taking bites of the pork belly left on the grill in front of you. With his arm around your shoulders you safely secure yourself the best spot in your opinion. It is the weirdest feeling on the planet to think of how quickly things have changed between your group. 

Hard to believe there wasn’t even a group like this years ago.

Namjoon stands as he clinks his glass, making everyone groan at how sentimental he’s been recently but he knows how appreciated he is for it. 

He clears his throat, “I want to start off by thanking everyone for pulling everything together so fast for our…really sudden wedding. Without you we have no idea how we could have pulled this off,” he feels his wife grab his hand as he locks eyes with her sweetly, “and for that we’re so grateful to have friends such as you.” He raises his glass and everyone cheers, taking a sip. 

“And we’re also celebrating a lot of changes, are we not?” Everyone glances around the table. “Did we all have to grow up so fast? Like, damn.” 

You shake your head, quietly chuckling as you look at your hands in your lap. You feel Yoongi press a soft kiss to your temple as you look at him, meeting in a quick kiss. 

“But I also want to congratulate my best friend,” both Yoongi and you snap your heads towards Namjoon, “because I can finally say it. I’m proud of you. You’re starting your second year for your doctorate, you’re moving tomorrow–”

Eunhye speaks up quickly, “We’re still so sorry we can’t be there by the way!”

Everyone laughs, with Yoongi trying to hide the blush that’s creeping up his cheeks, as Namjoon continues, “And my favourite part of this entire thing for you?” Yoongi frowns, tongue in cheek as he squints at his friend’s growing grin. “You finally got the girl.”

Everyone cheers loudly, the both of you grow flush as you smile but you’re startled when Namjoon calls your name, “You have no idea how happy I am for you two. And I’m really happy because even though Yoongi and I aren’t actually brothers? I’m glad I get to have you as my sister-in-law some day…”

You start feeling tears brimming, touched by how loved you feel. You feel Yoongi squeezing you tighter against him as you nod to Namjoon. 

“I’m also gonna stop being emotional now so we can get back to drinking and eating, but I also want to recognize that so many of us are going through changes. Hoseok, Hwayoung?” They smile. “Congrats on moving in together soon too. Jungkook, Eunji? Make sure Jimin and Taehyung don’t turn the place into a party house…” he teases, earning himself some protests.

He turns to you guys one more time, “Have a good move in day tomorrow! We can’t wait until we get back to be able to have dinner together at your new place! Treat us well, huh?”

You all laugh and with one final cheer you all return to your eating and drinking. You feel Yoongi’s hand squeezing your thigh as you smile at him so bright. 

“Mhm?”

“I love you.” 

Your breath catches in your throat as it does every time he says those words, “Really?”

“Of course.” He smiles faintly. 

“I love you, too…” you whisper as he kisses your forehead.

You grab some meat and bring it to his lips as he takes it from you, gratefully nodding in thanks to you as he chews while looking at your friends. You note how he gives Namjoon a quick nod, his best friend returning with a sly smile tugging at his lips. 

“Does it feel weird to be leaving your apartment by the way?” Sohee asks you. “You’ve been there for a while, no?” 

“Yeah, it kinda does. I thought I’d be more nervous about moving in with someone new and without Hwayoung and Eunji, but we’ve basically been sleeping over every night for the last three years, just at his or mine…Now, it’ll just be ours.” You turn your head to proudly look at him as he nods. 

Yoongi chuckles, “I won’t lie, I’m worried some days I’ll be too tired that I might go back to my old place out of habit…” 

Everyone laughs, “If you ever get a text from me late at night it’s probably because I’ll be looking for him…” Yoongi knows you’re teasing but he squeezes your thigh tighter and higher as you gasp softly, hoping no one notices. 

“Don’t worry,” he kisses your cheek, lips close to your ears, “with you in our home, I don’t think I could ever forget where home is…”

You make a face, “When did you become so cheesy?” 

“Hey!” He looks offended as you break out into a smile, Yoongi fighting not to but his lips curl in the slightest. “You’re not nice to me.” 

“What do you mean? I’m plenty nice…” you lean into him, resting your chin on his shoulder. 

He grabs your face and everyone awes at you two as you share a kiss.

A few hours pass, getting late now when you all begin leaving. You’re standing outside when Yoongi says goodbye to Taehyung and Jimin, and you are waiting by the car.

“Hey.” Namjoon’s deep voice startles you, bringing you into a warm hug as he pulls back. “I’m really glad I got to see you before we’re off.”

“I am happy that we made all of this work. You and Eunhye have to come over when you’re back from your honeymoon and once we’re settled in.” You insist with a small tug at his sleeve. 

“We will.” Namjoon clears his throat. “When are you starting the new job?”

“Two days after the move.” You sigh, nerves visible on your features. “I’m so fucking stressed out.”

“Why?” 

“Because I started last year at a school and now I’m already moving on to a hagwon*, I feel like I’m missing out on the experience…” You look pained as he squeezes your shoulder. 

“Hey, stop that. You were recruited for a reason, no?” 

You pout, “Yes, but honestly there’s just something really intense about being recruited. Like…the expectations are higher.” 

He smiles, “And you’ll ace them. Give yourself time to adjust and you’ll rock it. You did great in your first year of teaching, you’ll do great there too.” 

You suddenly feel arms wrap around your waist, gasping at the intimacy of the touch as Yoongi hugs you. You’re so startled that you forget how to speak, mouthing the air as Namjoon laughs.

“Wow, bro. You guys have been together for how long and you still make her lose her ability to talk?” 

You yelp, reaching and smacking Namjoon as he laughs, “Don’t make fun of me!” 

“It’s sweet that you guys are just still so in love.” Namjoon looks proudly at you two. 

You’re pouting as you lean against Yoongi’s body, slouching into it, “I don’t know now, I think it might be getting old now that we’re about to move in…” 

They know you’re joking, because you wouldn’t be pouting like this if you were serious. 

“Liar…” Yoongi whispers in your ear. 

You shiver and elbow him, “Stop.” 

“But as I was saying,” Namjoon starts, he looks at you, “you are gonna do amazing at the academy. I’m super excited for what comes next for you, and for you guys…”

He walks into the both of you, squishing you between him and Yoongi as you whine, smacking Namjoon’s back until he pulls back. You say goodbye to his wife and wish them a good trip as you watch them walking away. 

You feel Yoongi nuzzling your neck, “You okay driving us home?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, “I had nothing to drink tonight.”

He hands you the keys to his car as you smile, “Let’s go home…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Of course. God, you guys are gonna be so busy. The least I can do is buy coffee and breakfast.” Sohee insists as she pays. 

You’re headed to Yoongi’s apartment since the movers are going there first and to yours later. It’s just a little past 10 a.m. now, and you’ve just returned from picking up the keys to your new place with Yoongi. Sohee had offered to buy everyone food and coffee, and you went with her for company but to thank her for her generosity. 

“You’re so sweet. We really appreciate it. And I mean it, without you we wouldn’t be here.” 

She smiles, nudging you playfully, “It’s a big day for you. I remember when Seokjin and I moved in together we were stressed out of our minds. You’re so calm, you’ll be fine…”

“Oh, I’m freaking out inside and I will probably stress way later…” You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. 

“You scared of living with Yoongi or is it just how big a change it is?” She asks, grabbing the coffees as you take the bag of food from her. 

Shrugging, you open the door for her, “I honestly never saw this for myself…not this early in my life…” 

“Moving in with a boyfriend?”

You hum, “Or even having a boyfriend for long enough to be able to move in with…” 

It’s mildly embarrassing to admit that you never thought you’d be likeable enough to meet someone who could fall for you like Yoongi has. 

“But here you are.” She smiles as she nudges you playfully. “I’d say, you two are the next ones engaged and married…”

You stutter as you smile, “Not yet but some day, I’m sure…” 

She bites her lip, “Have you thought about it? Marriage…”

You can’t hide the smile that spreads, “We’ve talked about it…”

She giggles, “And?” 

“It’s happening someday for sure, but life right now? Too busy.” You smile, glancing at her as she hugs you. “We’re not engaged yet!” 

“I know! I know! But with our wedding, Namjoon and Eunhye’s wedding having just passed…I’m in a very wedding mood and knowing my friends are most likely next makes me really happy…” You love her excitement for life but also her support. 

“I love your love of weddings…” She giggles as you walk back to Yoongi’s place. 

Entering the apartment, it feels odd to see it as empty as your room feels. In the living room Yoongi, Seokjin, Jimin and Taehyung are all stacking boxes and furniture closer to the entrance to make it easier when the movers come. 

You hand out breakfast to your friends, walking to Yoongi last as you rub his back and he turns to you with a soft smile, “Here.”

He takes it from you, “Thanks, baby…” he stands at full height, grabbing the back of your head and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You lean into him and he wraps his arm around you, tugging you closer. “You okay?” 

Nodding up at him, “I am. Just happy.” 

You share a look, the same thought passing through your heads at that moment. We're really doing this. You feel how his hand squeezes your waist rhythmically, swallowing thickly as he looks at you. You’re both nervous about what comes next but the fact that this signals the beginning of the rest of your lives appeases that nervous energy you’re feeling. 

You’re beaming when you stare up at him, “Just really happy…” 

When the movers are done at Yoongi’s, they head to your apartment to grab your things before finally taking everything to the new place. You stay behind to clean what remains of your room and to help Jimin move in while Yoongi, Seokjin, Hoseok and Hwayoung all go to your new home to help unpack. 

Jimin had protested, insisting you go enjoy the process but you didn’t want to leave him alone to move everything in. 

“I’ll help him. It’ll be over quick and I can come back after. I don’t want him to do it alone…”

Pouting had convinced your boyfriend to let you go, feeling his hesitance in not having you there to move things in. 

“You’re too nice. Don’t stay too long, you need to enjoy this process, okay?”

You finish mopping the room and cleaning the floorboards as you wipe your forehead, looking proudly at your work as you call out for Jimin who slides into his room with a gleeful smile. 

“Welcome to your room! It is clean and ready! I flipped the mattress over, it was steamed wash yesterday so maybe make sure it’s not damp…the furniture you wanted is all here. It’s clean and empty. You just gotta move your things in now.” 

He walks into you for a hug as you wrap your arms tightly around his tiny waist, “Thank you! You should be in your new home with that boyfriend of yours but instead you're here helping me, and Taehyung.” 

Shaking your head, “Hey, you guys have been so helpful with helping us plan this move. I’m glad I get to be of help and there’s nothing better than helping your friends…” 

He smiles as he pulls back, “But now, listen to me…” he cups your cheeks as he pulls back, “go home and get settled in. And enjoy that boyfriend of yours. I’m really happy for you guys…” 

Your cheeks feel warm, nodding as you hold onto his arms, “When we’re settled in and I’ve gotten settled at work? You all come over for dinner. It’ll be our treat for you guys…”

“Yes, ma’am!” He gives you the most playful of salutes and a wink. “Now, go. Today?” he stops as he stares at you. “Is the start of the rest of your life.” 

You mouth the air, “Wow.”

Jimin frowns as you huff a laugh, “What?”

Shaking your head, you bite your lower lip, “I was just thinking that earlier today. The start of the rest of my life…”

He playfully nudges you, “Go. Go start it.” 

You laugh as you wrap your arms around him one final time, squeezing him until he starts tickling your sides. Both pulling apart, you grab your purse as you head out into the living room where Taehyung, Jungkook and Eunji are assembling a new bed frame for Taehyung. After many hugs and good wishes you finally start walking to your new home. 

It’s a solid thirty minutes away but you need this walk to just come down from the intensity of the day. And for that, nothing better than to speak to your mom. Dialing the number and putting the phone to your ear. You smile so broadly when you hear your mom’s voice. 

“Mom!”

“Oh, my baby girl. You’ve been so busy today! Are you home now? Have you eaten?”

You can’t help the childish giggle that leaves your mouth, “Mooom!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You must be so tired…”

“I’ll be tired when I get home. There are still some things to do…” You rub the soreness in your neck. 

“How did it go?” 

You smile, “Really well. The movers were all on time for everyone. I don’t know how we managed to coordinate everything so perfectly but…” you sigh. 

“That sounds intense. Is everyone settled in now?” You hum.

“Yes! I’m just leaving my old place. I felt bad just leaving and not helping Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook get their things in…so I stayed to help. I’m headed home now…I’m sure Yoongi and I are gonna be up late trying to do as much as possible…” 

“Remember to eat, mhm? And try to rest too, I know you start your new job soon but try to rest too…” 

“I will. We want to try to get…kinda settled enough tonight so that we can relax the day before I start at the academy…” you wince, your nerves about your job making your stomach feel uneasy. “Ugh. I’m so nervous, mom…” 

“About the academy?”

“Mhm.” 

You hear her click her tongue, “Honey, you were recruited for a reason. There’s always an adjustment period. You’ll adapt and be an amazing teacher there!”

“You’re my mom. You’re supposed to say these things…” You pout. 

“Aish. If I wasn’t in Busan, I’d be next to you smacking you for saying that. You know I love you but if you do something silly or you can improve? I will be honest and tell you. In this case? Nothing. You’re going to learn so much…Give yourself a chance.” 

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“I love you…” 

You hear her intake of breath, smiling softly as you wait for the inevitable, “Yah…don’t make your mom cry. Silly child.” 

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth, “I just said I love you, that’s all!”

“I love you, too…God,” she sniffles, “I’m so proud of you. Look at you, moving into your own home with your boyfriend. You have a good job. Your life is moving just the way any parent wishes for their child…” 

“Oh god, don’t even continue this–”

“Next you just have to get married–”

“Mom!”

It’s her turn to burst out laughing, “I’m your mom I have to tease you a little! After all, it is going to happen…You two are just waiting, right?” 

She snickers when she hears you groaning, “Moooom!”

She knows you’re not annoyed by it because you’re laughing, trying to sound irritated but it doesn’t come across that way. 

“Okay, okay! I am gonna stop. You have to let your mom tease you.” 

“Mom, I swear…the moment Yoongi puts a ring on my finger? You’ll be the first to know.” You remind her of the promise you make every time she teases you this way. “Is dad with you?”

“No, he’s actually off to help fix Mr. Yang’s boat. He was having issues…” 

“Well, tell him I am gonna call later tonight. I wanna talk to him.” 

She hums, “Oh, call him in the morning, honey…After you’re rested a little. You said earlier you’d be unpacking and settling in tonight. He’ll want to talk to you for a while I’m sure…”

“Dad? Have you not met your husband? He hates talking on the phone for longer than fifteen minutes…” You glance around your new neighborhood, taking in the stores and restaurants that will become part of your new routine. 

“He’s going to want to speak with you for longer I’m sure. You have so many exciting things happening and you haven’t spoken to him on the phone in a bit. He’ll want to hear all about it…” There’s a playful lilt to her voice. 

You concede, “Fine. I’ll call in the morning while we’re having breakfast.” 

“Make it a video call, all four of us.” You shake your head. “I want to see you and Yoongi in your new place. Video tour!”

You laugh, “Yes, mom! I will make sure of that.”

“Good. Your dad and I will be waiting on that phone call.” 

You look up at your new home, seeing the lights on as you stare and smile contentedly, “Okay, that sounds good. Mom? I’m just getting home so I will hang up now, but I promise I will call in the morning to give you a tour of the place.” 

“Mhm~. That sounds great. You make sure to eat, okay? And rest too! Don’t stay up all night unpacking.”

You grin, “Yes, mom! I promise you I won’t.”

“Okay, honey, have a good evening. Say hi to Yoongi.” 

“I will. I love you, say hi to dad, please!”

You fight over who gets to hang up first until she does, making you laugh as you walk up the stairs leading to your home. 

Home. 

Even as you stand at the gate, this doesn’t feel real. And maybe it won’t for a while. When Yoongi and you had gone in search of a new place to stay you hadn’t intended to get a home. 

Right as you had been about to sign a lease for an apartment in some high rise building, your realtor, and friend, Sohee, had one more showing that she had to convince you to come visit. You had both been set on that one apartment and you were ready to just go for it. But you could thank Sohee for the rest of your life for insisting on showing you one final place. 

When she drove you to a nice quiet neighborhood filled with homes, you had been unsure at the time. But as it turns out, her grandparents were moving in with her sister seeing as maintaining their home was too difficult for them. And Seokjin had initially wanted them to rent and eventually buy the home, but Sohee enjoyed the place they already had. She tells you she knew if there was anyone that deserved a shot at it, it was you two. 

On the outskirts of a Hanok** village, mixed in with more modern infrastructure was a beautiful, quaint Hanok house that had housed generations of growing families, including Sohee’s. 

Even before stepping inside you had spoken against a home yet because of the costs but she had tamed your concerns very easily by insisting you take a tour.

“Just…look at it. Get a feel for it. And then we can talk, okay?”

You smile at the memory because of how right she was to insist. The home was beautifully renovated recently enough to accommodate her grandparents better years prior. A beautiful two bedroom home with a small private yard in a nice neighborhood. It felt too good to be true and you remember looking over to Yoongi in shock, because your heart was now set on this. 

“There’s no way we can afford this…”

He looked heartbroken too. You both had fallen in love with the home and walked back out to Sohee with solemn looks. But she had to surprise you. 

“I spoke to my grandparents and they’ve agreed to this…they’ve willingly signed the paperwork already as long as you two say yes.” 

You would rent to buy the home until you were able to pay it off, like a mortgage, or until you could pay the amount in full. Whichever worked best for you. Their only condition for agreeing to leave their home was that it had to remain in the family. And Sohee, the kind human she is, explained to her grandparents that Yoongi and you were family. 

And according to her, no more explanation was needed. 

You gently touch the wooden framework as you push the gate open, smiling as you shut it. Walking up to the door you key in, calling out for Yoongi as you remove your shoes. 

You smile softly as you take in your new home. Even at twenty-six, something such as a home makes you feel like such an adult. Like you’re actually doing this whole adulting thing right. 

“Yoongi!”

You call out again but hear nothing. Maybe he’s showering?

You place your purse on the ground, walking down the length of the short hallway into the living room and kitchen. It is not as messy as you expected. The boxes are neatly stacked in the corners, each divided per room. You glance around with still no sign of your boyfriend as you take your phone to see if he’s messaged. 

Of course. 

Yoongi 🧡🍊[7:14 PM]: Went to grab us some food! We need energy to take on unpacking 😮‍💨

You stretch, shuffling towards the fridge to see if there’s anything in it but you look to the kitchen island. You snort right away when you see because of course Min Yoongi would pull this off one more time. 

Laughing to yourself, you reach over to grab the tangerine that sits on a blue post-it. You grab the piece of paper and grin.

Welcome home, my love <3

Biting your lower lip, you hold the post-it in your hand over your heart as you revel in feeling loved by Yoongi. You’re still holding onto it when you resume your walk to the fridge, opening the door to find it fairly empty apart from some water and some cut up fruits. Pouting at the disappointing find, you shut it and walk to your couch when your phone buzzes on the counter where you left it. 

You check it and frown at the message. 

Yoongi 🧡🍊[7:18 PM]: Left you a surprise in the bedroom, go take a peak ♥️

You glance to the closed door leading to the master bedroom then back to the text, chuckling as you do what he says. You drag your feet tiredly to your room, twisting the knob and swinging the door open as you’re met with a sight different from what you expected.

The bedroom looks almost fully put together, a few things aside but what strikes you the most are the fairy lights hanging on the largest wall opposite of where you’re standing. What’s even more striking is what’s stuck to the wall. 

Blue post-its. 

All neatly placed in a grid like formation, five rows of four post-its each with something written on them. As you quietly walk closer, you look at the first one and recognize it right away.

Night shifts are tough…tangerines are good for energy, and for a snack.

MYG

You flick your gaze to the second one and feel your chest tighten. 

It’s not a tangerine, but…maybe instead we can grab some food and talk more? 

Maybe, make it a date?

You don’t know when you feel a tear crawl down your cheek, but you sniffle as you smile. You read each one and you notice then, the final post-it on the fourth row is unlike the others. 

Place the post-it you just got here, please. 

You laugh, removing the placeholder and placing the last one. 

Welcome home, my love <3

Your fingers gently stroke that one for a moment, looking around your room as you smile. Your eyes drift down to the final row of four post-its and you gasp, hand flying to your mouth as you stop a sob from escaping. Your heart beats out of your chest, heaving heavily as you reread them over and over. 

Each carries one word, spelling out what you least expected. 

Will you marry me?

You stare for so long, all your senses are jumbled by the flurry of emotions your feeling, and because of that you don’t even hear the noise behind you until you look down to your phone to text Yoongi.

“Would you?”

You jump, startled out of your mind with your hand still against your chest as you turn around. Yoongi stands in the doorway, leaning casually against it with the gentlest and most loving smile on his face. 

“Marry me?” 

He licks his lips nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down multiple times as he looks at you. You notice his hand behind his back as you open your mouth to speak but you’re still too stunned.

He steps forward, stopping in front of you as he glances down at you and you meet his gaze. He makes you jump again when he drops to one knee and suddenly it all feels more real, emotions bubbling up into happy tears as you cover your mouth. 

“I know already what that gorgeous brain of yours is thinking,” he grins, looking up at you and grabbing your hand, “I know we agreed to wait to get married and I still stand by that, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be engaged while we do that. And I want to be…engaged to you. To call you my fiancée.” 

He breathes out deeply, his nerves showing now that he’s right there on one knee before you, “So, I am gonna ask you again,” he smiles, chewing on his lower lip before he asks again, “will you marry me?”

You’re full on crying now, squeezing his hand as you sniffle when you laugh as you nod, “Of course. Yes! Yes, I will marry you…” 

He exhales loudly, laughing when he finally hears the answer he has been dying to hear out of you. Relief washes over the both of you as you fall to your knees too. 

“Shit! Are you okay?” He’s laughing, reaching for what you assume is the ring when he pulls a small bag out of his pocket. 

“I’m fine, I’m more than fine…” you’re laughing, hands shaking as he takes the ring out of the small velvet bag. Your breath catches in your throat when you see the gorgeous yellow gold engagement ring with beautiful diamonds adorning it. It is exactly everything you could have hoped for in an engagement ring. 

He takes your left hand in his and slips the ring on your ring finger as you fling yourself into his arms, making the both of you fall as you cover his body with yours. Your lips are sealed to his, kissing him over and over as you laugh between each peck. He sits up as you remain seated on his lap, looking down to the ring on your hand. 

“How…what…why…when?” 

He laughs, gathering your face in his hands as he pulls your mouth to his in a heated kiss, nibbling at your lower lip as you moan. 

“Babe…Yoongi…” you tap his shoulder as he reluctantly pulls back. 

“Yeah?” 

“Was this sudden or planned?” 

He grins, watching you from under hooded eyes, “Planned. For a while. I knew I wanted to but…this felt like the moment.” 

“You proposed…”

He laughs, “And you said yes.”

“My mom is gonna freak out…” you remark as you go back to staring at the ring. 

“She did talk to you, right?” 

“Yeah…how’d you know?”

He looks proud, “I told her. I told her I was proposing today.” 

Your jaw goes slack, “So…so, you mean, when I spoke to my mom on the way home…she knew you were gonna propose to me?” 

“Mhm.” he nods. 

“When did you tell her?!” 

“About three months ago. Remember I said I needed to go out of town for the day for some research paper?” 

Your eyes widen when you remember that moment clearly, “Yeaaaah…?”

“Sorry, babe, that was a little lie. I took the train to Busan and I uh,” he starts blushing, rubbing the back of his neck, “I went and asked your parents for permission to marry you…”

You can’t help when your heart swells at his words, because how could you not feel that way when he tells you this?

“I can’t believe she knew the entire time and she still found it in her to tease me about us getting married.” Yoongi must find the look on your face funny because he snorts, cupping your cheek as he pulls your mouth to his. 

“I love you…”

You whimper against his lips when he kisses you again, “Fuck, I didn’t think I could love you any more than this…”

He smiles as he kisses you, his lips so soft against yours as you pull away. You gently cup his cheek and look at him as he lies under you, his eyes filled with adoration and astonishment at being engaged to you now. 

You collapse next to him, falling on your back as you look back to the wall where his proposal remains.

“Where did you find these?” You point. 

“That wasn’t part of my original plan for the proposal. But I was just going through some boxes to get an idea of what went where…and I found the box where you kept all of those.” He points to the wall. “Then I made up my mind about how to propose…”

You smile sweetly as you stare back at the question on the wall, leaning into his side as you push yourself up to kiss his cheek, “There’s something missing…”

He frowns, “Huh?” 

“Wait here…”

You shoot up from your spot as you run back out to the kitchen, rifling through boxes and cursing under your breath with every new box you pry open. You’re sure Yoongi is probably having a field day listening to you make a ruckus and swearing, only squealing when you finally find them. 

Post-its. 

You grab a marker from the counter, scribbling on the post-it and rushing back in the bedroom.

Yoongi is standing in front of his thoughtful proposal, looking over his shoulder to you as you sprint back in. You hide one hand behind your back, walking up to him. 

“I think it’s about time I partake in this…”

He’s confused but curious, “And what is this, exactly?”

You hold up the now bright orange post-it you have in hand, but the writing is facing you as you speak, “This. Don’t look yet, please.”

He chuckles as he turns around, pressing his back to yours as he waits until you walk around to face him once more. You snake your hands around his waist and hug him, craning your neck to look up at him. 

You’re now looking at your fiancé in your new home as you begin this new chapter in your life together, and like every new chapter that begins, there needs to be an end. 

“Your proposal will be the last blue post-it we use.” He frowns. “I think it really represented our entire relationship until now and maybe it’s not the last post-it ever, but as we’re entering a new chapter in our lives, let’s use a different colour. Let’s mark these new chapters in our lives with different colours to remind ourselves just how much we’ve changed.”

He starts smiling at you as you continue, “Because all of this can be something we can show our kids someday…” He blushes at that, inhaling deeply. “This makes one heck of a story…”

“So,” he clears his throat, “can I look at this magical last post-it?” 

You giggle, wetting your lips as you nod, “Mhm. You can.”

He doesn’t move yet, no. He waits a moment before he pulls you closer to kiss you, breathing against your mouth, “I love you. So much…”

You nuzzle his nose, biting your lower lip, “I love you too…” he’s about to lean in to capture your lips in another kiss when you playfully push him. “Check the wall, baby…”

He chuckles, stubbornly stealing one more kiss from you. He doesn’t let go of you when he twists both your bodies around to look back at the wall. And as you watch his eyes scan every single post-it, going down memory lane just as you do until he reaches the question he posed earlier to you. 

And next to the last note, there sits the post-it you just put up.

You watch as the grin grows on his lips, nodding gently as he glances down to you quickly then back to the wall at the end of a chapter and the beginning of another one. 

On that orange post-it marking a new beginning sits one single word. 

Your answer. 

Yes.

A/N: Again, I would love to thank everybody for the love this series has gotten. I will continue to be grateful for the continued support! :D I am not done with these two, ever. I still have much to write for them.

*hagwon: refers to a private educational institution, often likened to a cram school or after-school academy (taken directly from google)

**hanok: traditional Korean house, characterized by its wooden framework, typically built with stone and earth (taken directly from google)

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[flowercrownsandherondales]

Against the Odds Pt. 18

This one was actually tough. Take some time. Love y’alll sm. Things are gonna get better, I swear. I’m thinking of starting another series (not that this one is stopping soon, we still got the trilogy to get though.) But i promise that the new one won’t be as trauma inducing if anyone’s interested in that. As always, let me know your thoughts!

XVIII: ‘Til The Sun Turns Into Ashes

Every morning for us was the same sweet rhythm. 

I got up, made the both of us coffee, spilled a splash of liquor into Haymitch’s cup, made flapjacks and sat at the table. Haymitch would slowly make his way towards me, beckoned with the smell of sweet syrup, and take a seat, never without planting a kiss on my temple. 

We’d been married for a year now. 

And I loved him more everyday of my life. 

I looked to the walls while I sipped my coffee, listening to the quiet clinks of his fork against porcelain. I’d hung up the photo of us from our Capitol wedding, me in a tasteful white silk dress, him in an itchy suit he’d complained about ceaselessly. A fountain of flowers in my hand, a smile that didn’t quite reach either of our eyes, his hand tight around my midsection. I frowned as I looked, my head coming to rest on my hand. Haymitch’s eyes followed my line of sight, eyes furrowed as he tried to understand why my mood shifted. 

“Wish we had pictures from the real one.” He said over a mouthful of pancakes. I nodded absentmindedly. His hand crept across the table, resting over the one that wasn’t occupied, keeping my head up. His thumb rubbed against my knuckles, soothing me as he continued to eat. 

Our life was full of these quiet touches, silent comforts to each other, completely just for us. 

“When do you think he’s gonna come for us?” I asked under my breath, barely audible. I wasn’t sure he heard it at first, until I looked at him and saw his spine was stiff. 

“Not sure. He’s pretty preoccupied with Finnick right now.” He muttered, looking away from me. Finnick Odair had won this year. Haymitch and I were taken off guard by it, the sheer fact that he let District 4 win back to back, especially after Carp. The boy had gotten worse and worse after our wedding, moving on from whispering to Capitol citizens who bought him for the night, to making heavier statements at parties around large groups of people. Snow was itching for a chance to cancel him out. 

The final straw had been before Finnick’s games. Snow had probably done everything he could to prevent Carp from stepping onstage, but the people begged for a glimpse of him. He’d gotten more attractive over the years, muscles filling out his body, hair and skin shimmering golden under the lights. Cesar asked him how he thought his tributes would do. 

“Finnick’s a fine boy, maybe District 4’s finest. I’m confident about it, but Cesar, I do feel bad for him.” 

Cesar had just stared at him, urging him to go on with a lump in his throat. Carp leaned in, looking directly into the camera. 

“What a poor boy, to go to the slaughterhouse so young. Part of me hopes he dies in there, if only because I know what comes next for him. He’s the perfect specimen for you all, isn’t he? Everyone will have such a field day with him. Tell me President Snow, how much will you start him out at? Surely, he’ll be priced higher than me due to his winning status, or is it his age? I know you like them young.” 

The camera feed was cut after that. Days later they would completely alter it, showing us runs where he wasn’t included in the interviews at all. When Finnick was crowned with golden laurels, only Mags stood beside him. And with that lost interview, Carp Delmar was no more. District 4 had another golden boy, younger, more to lose if he misbehaved, and he took up the mantle with no backlash. It seemed the Capitol citizens were more than pleased to spend the night with a young boy who didn’t speak, only listened. 

Haymitch and I had held each other close for months after that. We assumed we’d get some kind of surprise visit, even a letter, instructions for a child. 

Instead, nothing. 

Surprising myself, Haymitch found me shedding a few tears for the boy who murdered my son in the arena. I’d forgiven him years ago, knowing there was no choice to slit Wiley’s throat in that cave. Carp had paid for it time and time again, and I made sure to give him small smiles when we did run paths in the Capitol. The boy who fought tooth and nail by himself to try and show the truth, now buried in an unmarked grave, just as forgotten and lost as District 12’s first victor. 

After Wiley’s games I attempted to emotionally detach as I had before my son was reaped. It was easier back then, when I didn’t have someone so attached to them. Haymitch drank more in the month leading up, and the month after. He’d lock himself in our room for a while, spacing himself from me most of the day, only coming out when dinner was ready and he was so hammered he could barely walk a straight line. I’d grab his arm, leading him to the table and holding a fork up to his lips with every bite, allowing him to have the space to feel it, and the closeness to know that I was there. 

On quiet nights in the dark, when the only thing that filled the space was our breathing, he’d grip my hand tight under the covers, pulling me into him, and whisper the tribute's names, giving me only 1 fact about each of them he had observed. 

Like me, he tried not to care. And like me, his heart couldn’t bring him to do it. 

I cleared his plate and did the dishes, feeling his arms wrap around me as I focused on the soap and brillo pad. 

“You goin’ to see the kids today?” his voice was hot in my ear, still heavy with sleep. I grinned a little at the thought of the girls. Katniss had just turned 11, Prim 7. Burdock spent every waking moment in a state of fear for his oldest, terrified that she would end up like my boy. I tried to reassure him, but it was difficult given my situation. 

He spent more time with her, teaching her how to hunt, identify plants and edible flora. Anything he could possibly control, he did. Astrid focused on her work to calm her nerves, Prim already starting to follow her to the apothecary after school and learning all she could. Both girls being prepared in different ways. 

Katniss was starting to feel her father’s worry, escaping to my old house when she could talk with me while I sewed up Haymitch’s old clothes. My shack still stood, unused but kept clean for the Everdeen girls to use as they wanted. Sometimes we made flower crowns together, other times we cooked and I sent her home with a few meals for her family. Most of the time we just listened to records while she told me about her worries, asking me questions about what the reaping was like. She’d brought up Wiley and Wyatt a few times, and instead of stiffening and refusing her, I’d opened up and shared stories of my boys. 

Something I constantly regretted not doing for Wiley. 

“I should get going now, she’s usually hungry after school.” I said to Haymitch, picking some cured meat and flour from the pantry. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to Victor's rations, better food than I’d ever seen being delivered regularly. I always put some away to make the Everdeen’s meals or after school snacks, trying to take some of the stress off Burdock and Astrid. 

Haymitch chuckled, spinning me around and cupping my cheek, pressing a kiss to my lips. I melted into him, a hand going up to his chest, nearly dropping the bag of flour to the ground. 

“Be back soon, yeah?” he whispered against me, scattering kisses over my blushing cheeks. I grinned at him, pushing lightly against his chest. 

“If you’re good and don’t finish that whole bottle by the time I get back, I’ll save you a roll.” His eyes lit up at the thought. I was attempting to slow him down, never threatening to take it away, just to stay sober with me for a little longer each day. 

“While the thought of that does sound nice, can’t promise anything, sweetpea.” He said, a soft smile still playing on his lips. I lightly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. 

“At least feed the geese? I left some seeds by the garden.” They’d started showing up after our wedding, more and more flocking to nibble on the grass where I planted tomatoes. Haymitch had become their regular caretaker, telling me he had a soft spot for them and didn’t have the heart to shoo them away. 

“Course I will, they like me better anyway.” he smirked, causing me to release him and leave a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

“Yeah, yeah. If only they knew who buys them the seeds. Maybe they’d think twice.” I called out, shrugging my bag over my shoulder and taking off to his laughter. 

I waited at the house for a few hours, waiting for Katniss to walk through the door. Prim went with Astrid on Wednesday’s, and Burdock worked all day in the mines. He’d been called to take up longer shifts, which he didn’t mind. Any spare income to save Katniss from having to put her name in that bowl any more times that she had to. 

I’d finished fixing some pants of Haymitch’s that ripped, something he bitched about, blaming me for feeding him too much. I tried to wait out on putting the rolls in the oven, wanting them to be hot when she arrived. Still, she wasn’t usually this late, and I was starting to lose my mind with nothing to do. I’d already made the dough, and once the sun started to set I decided to just put them in the oven, figuring I could just deliver them to the Everdeen’s when they were done. 

My mind worried for her, taking deep breaths to try and calm myself down. Maybe she just had to stay longer after school, or Burdock had ended up coming home earlier than usual and taken her to the woods. No matter how much I tried to convince myself there was no reason to get upset, something still felt off. 

Finally I said fuck it, tossing the rolls in a metal container and packing them up in my bag. I was starting to wear holes into the floorboards with my pacing. 

I shot up when my door burst open, the hinges practically falling off. 

Katniss stood in my doorway, chest heaving, eyes red and swollen, her usual braids mostly undone and flaring. Her dress was dirty, spots of black smudging the cotton. I set everything down, running to meet her. 

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” I asked, eyes searching hers, which were filling up with tears again as she heaved a sob, taking a few steps towards me and collapsing in my awaiting arms. 

I sunk to the floor with her, holding her tight and stroking her hair as she sobbed harder than any child should. 

“Katniss, baby, what happened? Is everyone alright?” I coaxed, my own eyes starting to get red listening to her heartbreaking sobs. She couldn’t speak, starting to hyperventilate. I pulled away, putting my arms on her shoulders to steady her, the same way Haymitch did to me when I found myself spacing out.

“Match my breathing, deep breath in, hold it, push it out.” I coached her, stern but still comforting. I didn’t want her to pass out, the last thing I needed was to cause Burdock to panic more. 

She followed me, still sobbing but less so. Her face was crumpled, but a numbness was spreading over her features. A numbness I had only seen on myself in the weeks after Wiley. 

“You gotta tell me what happened, sweet girl.” I cooed, hands going to push some of the hair from her wet face. 

“There was a m–mining accident. Mom– Prim’s with her. Mom– she’s…. Dad— gone.” It was all she managed to get out, bursting into sobs that bordered on screaming. 

Everytime something like this happened I thought I would never feel worse than I felt at that moment. 

And everytime my heart found a way to devastate me further than I’d ever been. 

I tried to stay strong for Katniss, tried my fucking absolute best to keep my composure for a girl that had just lost her father. 

Even though I had just lost my best friend. Practically my older brother. A vital part of my small inner circle, the life behind all my best moments. 

Gone. Nothing but dust and rubble. 

I couldn’t be strong for her. My heart couldn’t take it. I couldn’t take anymore death. I felt like someone had pulled the last thread that kept my heart together. 

So I sobbed with her, clutching one of the last pieces of Burdock Everdeen to my chest.

Haymitch would come looking for me a hour later, being stopped on his way when he heard someone whisper about the mining explosion. No survivors. 

He sprinted the rest of the way, finding the door already open, Katniss asleep in my arms, cried out, me staring numbly at the wall. 

He fell to the floor, scooting over to me like he was approaching a wild animal. He sat behind me, pulling my body into his chest as I let out another sob. 

He knew who was in the mine. 

I held Katniss tighter, impossibly tight, which somehow didn’t wake her. 

“Oh Y/N. My baby, my sweet girl. I’m so sorry.” he said in my ear, voice starting to get choked up as he rocked us gently. 

I fell asleep to him repeating it, hot tears rolling down his face at the state of us. 

I woke up to our bed in Victor’s Village, immediately aware Katniss was no longer in my arms, tearing out of bed to find her. 

I reached halfway down the hall before Haymitch caught me in his arms, bringing my body impossibly close as I thrashed against him. 

“You gotta settle down honey. Katniss is safe, she’s with her mom. Settle down, Y/N. It’s okay baby.” he attempted, running a hand through my hair and pushing my head deeper into his chest. 

“We did everything he asked! He hasn’t said anything to us, why would he do this Haymitch! Why would he fucking DO THIS?” I yelled, my entire body shaking the both of us. Mining explosions happen semi often, but not to this point. Snow wouldn’t risk taking out an entire squad of workers. All bets were on with their children, but never with his free labor.

He didn’t answer, which at first made me think he was just letting me cry out. It was only when I peeked up at his rigid stare that didn’t look at me, did I realize there was something he wasn’t saying. 

“What. The. Fuck. Do. You . Know.” I said, my whole body on fire. If he’d withheld something Snow had said, even to protect me, I’d have a fit of rage unlike anything he’d ever seen. 

“I couldn’t let him– I fucking could not let him make you do it. You don’t get it, Y/N. He was going to take you.” His voice was broken, horse and wrecked. 

“Take me?” I seethed, eyes narrowing and bloodshot. 

“The fucking surgery. Whatever they were going to do to you. He knows you can’t have more. I begged him, Y/N. I begged. I thought we made a deal, I– offered myself to sell. Anything but this, anything.”

My breathing stopped. He’d offered to sell his body so I wouldn’t have mine cut open. 

“If they took you… what if you died on the table? What if they did something wrong? They wouldn’t let me go with you. If you walked through that door… if someone like you walked though that door—” He was starting to panic now, hands running through his hair, looking like he was going to vomit. 

Louella Mccoy. 

I softened, only slightly. 

“Haymitch…” was all I could manage. I needed a minute, all the information wrapping around my mind, suffocating me. 

Burdock. The mines. Katniss’s coal stained dress. Louella. Haymitch being placed on a board with a price tag attached to his name. My eyes falling shut to the beeping of a surgical machine. 

I turned away from him, wrapping my arms around my body as I screamed. 

[blackynsupremacy]

redk!clark shenanigans part 3

part 1

part 2

taglist: @afrogirl3005 @rosiestalez @stereotypicalbarbie

synopsis : redk!clark is the type of dude when you drop him first (because you’re honestly just fed up!) and you’re finally in a good place in life, he would text you out of the blue to reel you back in. he doesn’t really want you to walk out of his life, so you’re not getting rid of him that easily, girl.

if you’ve ever seen those memes with future texting, it’s those type of vibes.

pairings: redk!clark x fem! y/n (i’m imagining her as meagan good again. reader can do a self insert or use another fc. the choice is yours and i want to be inclusive!)

fandom: smallville (2001-2011)

also featuring: chloe sullivan and kate ross (pete’s twin sister/oc fc: tatyana ali)

warnings: long asf, swearing, redk!clark, toxic behavior, a little bit of angst, some suggestiveness,manipulation, implied hook up, y/n regretting her decisions, y/n being weak in the knees again!

congratulations to y/n for finally dropping redk!clark kent, smallville’s local gentleman turned badass and player. anywho, her skin is glowing, her grades are showing tremendous improvement, and life has just been better in general. she’s smiling a lot more!

she’s not going through this alone though. fortunately, she has chloe sullivan and kate ross to help y/n properly get over him. they haven’t seen him around in a few days. if they did happen to run into clark at school or around town and he asks about her whereabouts, they would make up an excuse that she was really busy with (an extracurricular/job) or she got a new number. he’s gonna find out soon enough that was some bullshit.

it’s a friday night and the girls decided it was time to get dolled up and go out to celebrate y/n’s freedom from clark’s fuckery. they’re all chatting and filling their table with laughter when y/n hears her cell phone vibrate. she flips open the device and looks at her text messages, skimming through each word cueing her deep sigh and eye roll..here we go again. y/n closes the phone down and places it back in her purse. it vibrates again and again..now kate and chloe are getting suspicious, giving each other knowing looks. let’s just say that the silence was indeed loud.

“so, uh…who’s blowing up your phone at this hour?” chloe inquired, tilting her head.

“it’s just my mom reminding me to do something when i get home.” y/n replied as she shrugged her shoulders to ease the tension.

“oh, so she’s reminding you five times?” kate asked, her elbow on the table with her chin resting on her knuckle. she raised a brow then narrowed her eyes before finally addressing the elephant in the room.

“it’s clark, isn’t it?”

“no.”

“bullshit!” the girls exclaimed.

“fine! it was clark. he said he hated how things ended between us and that he was blind to how really important i was to him. he also said that without me, he feels so weak.” y/n confessed.

these were his words. he wasn’t blind to shit considering he has x-ray vision. not weak either because the guy had super strength.

chloe and kate couldn’t help but to roll their eyes and shake their heads at this foolishness, but who were they to judge? they both fell for the charming farm boy they grew up with at one point during their lives. hell, they even both attempted to cross that line of confession and dating him for real, but they let that go to preserve their friendship with each other and with clark. it’s messy, but it was clark kent. smallville’s local knight in shining armor. how could any girl let go of him completely once they’ve been attached? it was just his new bold and unpredictable attitude that rubbed them the wrong way. hopefully it’s just a phase.

“he also said to meet at his place so we could talk things over. if he really wants us to work things out, i should be there in the next 10 minutes…” with each word, the volume of y/n’s voice started to diminish as she looked around and bit at her bottom lip to avoid the awkward, yet frustrated glares of her friends. “maybe i should go to hear him out and get some closure…”

“wait, wait, wait!”, chloe objected shaking her head. “if my memory serves, you said that last time was the last time. did you not catch him in another lie of him seeing lana before taking you out, correct?”

“….yes, but he sorta made it up to me.” y/n’s face heated up as her mind wandered to the semi-passionate endeavor her and clark shared in her bedroom after the argument that concluded their last date. she thanked the Lord above that her parents were out of town and that clark respected her enough to not push any further than what she was comfortable with. kate and chloe's eyes widened from sudden realization to complete astonishment.

"before you guys shame me, no, we didn’t go that far, but you know how guys are always saying i can’t drop clark due to the fact that i’m always wrapped around his finger?”

(reference to pt 2 iykyk)

y/n recited her friends past warnings as her fingers signaled air quotation marks.

“i guess you can say that literally and figuratively.”

silence filled the trio once more before they all heard another vibration. y/n flipped open her device and checked her text messages again. her eyes skimmed over the text for a few seconds before her fingertips made a few sounds to type a response to the person on the other end. after one press of the “send” button, she stood to her feet and pushed in the chair before greeting her friends a formal goodbye, “that was mom again. she said she needs me home asap. i’ll catch you guys at school?” the girls gave her nod and a “mhm!” before they watched their friend power walk out of the restaurant to her parked honda accord.

after they saw the car speed off into the night, kate sarcastically chuckled and shook her head before gazing at chloe, finally breaking the silence.

“we both know damn well that she went to go meet up with clark right?”

“i know…” chloe replied.

“yeah.” kate nodded and gazed below at the ground with a tight lipped smile as she fiddled with her fingers.

meanwhile…

10 minutes. it sounds like a lot of time, but not so much when you’re deciding on which path to take. right for the l/n’s house, left for the kent’s. her eyes darted in both directions, her heart thumping in her chest. it was only a matter of time before she could switch the turn signal up or down. she began to think. think of the times her friends were there for her at her lowest. the temper tantrums. the late night rants on the phone. the fake smiles for her parents. the tears that soaked her pillow. all because of him. his arrogance, his brutal honesty yet he lies, his shameless flirtation with other women. his eyes…his words…his kiss…his touch…his affection. damn, damn, damn! her mind was finally made up. she put the car in drive and made the turn onto the path of her destination for the night.

“hey, look, i got your messages. you said you wanted to talk things over, so let’s talk, clark.”

y/n stood with her arms crossed against her chest and faced the male before her standing outside the kent house as if he were expecting her already. he looked comfortable in his black tank top and grey sweatpants with his hands in the pockets. even under the moonlight, y/n could still see that same lady-killing smile of his and icy, blue eyes that she adored so much that it made her heart swell.

“it’s about time you showed up, beautiful. you don’t know how much i’ve missed you lately.” he pulled his pink lips into a smirk and took a few steps closer to her as his eyes never did pull away from her own. “i don’t think talking out here in the dark would do us any good, so how about we go somewhere more quiet and…” he took a beat of pause, “private.” tilting his head in the direction of his loft in the barn.

y/n sighed, licked her lips, and started walking in the direction towards clark’s loft with her arms still crossed. little did she know that his eyes carefully zeroed in on the sway of her hips with each step she took and possibly even the sultry, black matching set underneath her clothes.

oh, this was going to be a long night.

[morgana-larkin]

Hi!! I absolutely ADORE your writing!! This is my first request so please don’t get mad 🙏🏾🙏🏾!!

Long story short Melissa accidentally snaps on the reader and the reader ignores her for gives her blunt responses for the rest of the day and Melissa makes it up to her 😏😏

PSA: it doesn’t have to be smut!!! That’s just the first thing that came to mind!

Hi!! I’m so happy you love my writing! And anon never feel guilty about sending a prompt, I was not mad in the slightest. I had a lot of fun writing this and it honestly took me over a day as I kept getting distracted. And obviously I’m gonna include smut if you ask for it. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m still taking requests, I currently have 10 prompts to get too and 3 other pieces I’m doing, so please be patient if you send one!

Side note: don’t know if the gif fits but she looks so hot with that pen in her mouth 🫠

Make Up and Make Out

Warnings: feisty Mel, swearing, smut

Words: 3.5k

You and Melissa have been dating for 2 months now. While it’s still new, you know that you and Melissa love each other even if neither of you have said those 3 words yet. The Abbott crew knows, they were the ones that set you two up when they got tired that neither of you got your head out of your ass and asked the other one out.

It’s Friday morning and you're walking in through the doors of Abbott. You walk in and immediately see Melissa stomping angrily across the floor to her classroom. You decide to go and check on her and see what’s upsetting her.

You knock and open her door. “Melissa?” You say gently and she turns to look at you.

“What?” She bites out and you are taken back but you don’t take it personally.

“I came to check on you, you seem upset.” You tell her.

“I’m fine.” She grits out and you walk closer to her.

“You sure?” You press.

“Yes I’m fine, I just want to be left alone.” She tells you.

“You don’t seem fine.” You push. And Melissa is trying not to take her anger out on you but with everything going on and you keep pushing, her anger is rising.

“Y/n please leave. I want to be alone.” She spits out.

“Mel, if something is going on with you then I’m here for you.” You tell her and then Melissa explodes.

“Y/N! I DON’T WANT YOU HERE! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE! DON’T YOU EVER LISTEN OR ARE YOU JUST STUPID!” She yells at you and you admit that it hurt.

“I’m sorry, I’ll let you be.” You tell her defeated and you look down at the ground as you leave her classroom.

As soon as you close her door, a couple tears spring to your eyes and you head to your own classroom which is down the hallway

Melissa silently stews in her classroom until the kids get there. She ran into Joe and his new wife this morning at the gas station. She seemed really happy with him, and it just reminded her of her marriage with him. She was happy at first too, and then it slowly declined. What if it happens again with you? She didn’t want to be with you due to her issues and feelings with relationships but after getting to know what it would be like to be with you, she couldn’t stay away. She’s thinking if maybe she should stay with you or let you go so you can go live your life with someone else that doesn’t have the issues she does.

The morning passes by and she’s seen you a few times in the hall but you ignored her every time. She knows she hurt you this morning when you came to check on her and she should apologise, but too many thoughts are swirling in her head, concerning you and your relationship.

At lunch in the break room, you walk in and get a coffee ready without even looking at Melissa and she sighs. You just get a coffee with your back turned to her, Melissa stands up and walks over to stand beside you.

“Y/n?” She says and you just glance at her before resuming what you were doing. “Can we talk after school at my place?” She says to you and you furrow your eyebrows. Is she really going to break up with you.

“I’m busy after school.” You tell her.

“With what?” She questions. You originally had plans tonight to see each other so she thought that might still happen.

“None of your business.” You bite out and she sighs.

“What about tomorrow?” She tries and you roll your eyes. You grab your lunch from the fridge, grab your coffee and leave. Leaving a hurt Melissa behind.

Once you get to your classroom, you close and lock your door. You then sit down at your desk and you sigh. You bring your knees up to your chest and you curl in on yourself.

The afternoon goes just how the morning went, everytime Melissa sees you and either waves or tries to talk to you, you ignore her.

When all the students leave, Melissa sits back in her chair and sighs. She’s worried that you guys aren’t going to last much longer and it’s all because of her. In that moment, she hears a knock at her door and she looks, hoping it’s you.

“Oh, hey Barb.” She says when she sees Barb standing there looking worried.

“Hey dear.” She says and enters, she closes the door and walks over to the redhead. “I’ve noticed some tension between you and y/n today.” She says and Melissa groans.

“I know, I yelled at her this morning by accident and she’s avoiding me and I don’t blame her.” Melissa says and covers her face with her hands.

“Why did you yell at her?” Barb says and brings one of the students chairs over to Melissa’s desk and sits on it.

“I ran into Joe and his new wife at the gas station this morning. She seemed really happy with him.” She says and removed her hands from her face

“I feel like there’s more to this.” Barb pushes. “Cause I doubt you still have feelings for Joe.”

“Ya there’s more. It made me think of how happy I was with him at first, before the problems started. And I thought, what if it happens with y/n too? Should I just back out now? And all those thoughts kept swirling around in my head and she saw that I was upset and came to check on me. She tried to get me to talk to her and I kept telling her to leave me alone, and when she didn’t, I snapped at her.” Melissa says and Barb looks at her, processing what Melissa just told her.

“Melissa, I know you know this but I think you need to hear it, y/n is not Joe. Your relationship with her is different than your relationship with Joe.”

“I know, and she’s so young Barb. What if I fuck her up the way that my marriage with Joe fucked me up?” Melissa says.

“Melissa I can’t give you what you need, I can’t give you reassurance because I don’t know the future. But maybe that’s a good thing. Why worry about the future when you should focus on the present.” Barb tells her.

“Easier said than done.” She says and sighs.

“I know. But answer this Melissa, do you want to lose y/n?” She asks and that catches Melissa off guard. She was thinking at the beginning of the day that maybe you’ll be better off without her but then she got upset when you started ignoring her. After getting a taste of what it would be like to not have you anymore today, she wants to stay with you. She hated that you ignored her today.

“No.” Is all Melissa says but it Barb knew how much thought Melissa put in to that answer.

“Then you need to apologise and explain.” She tells her.

“I want to do that right now but she said she has plans right now.” Melissa says and Barb chuckles.

“She lied, she has nothing going on.” Barb tells her.

“How do you know?”

“Because I ran into her on the way here and I asked her about her plans tonight and she said she’s staying home and possibly watch movies.” She tells her. And at that Melissa gets up and gathers her things.

“Thanks Barb.” Melissa tells her and she runs to her car.

Barb shakes her head and smiles. “I love those two but they can be such idiots.” She tells herself and then leaves to go home.

Melissa drives to your place and gets out and sprints to your door then knocks. You hear the knock but you don’t feel like getting up from the couch, so you ignore it.

Melissa thinks maybe you didn’t hear it so she knocks again but louder. You hear the louder knock and you get up as someone is here to talk to you and is willing to knock twice. You open the door and see Melissa there and your heartbeat speeds up. You think maybe she’s here to end things.

“Melissa.” You say.

“Hi, can I come in?” She asks.

“If you’re here to break up with me, I’d rather you just do it here.” You tell her.

“Well then luckily I’m not here to break up with you.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “I’m here to apologise for this morning and to explain what happened.” She says and you move to the side to let her in. She walks in and goes to your couch to sit down and you join her after closing the door.

“Ok, so what happened this morning then?” You ask and she takes a deep breath.

“I ran into Joe and his new wife this morning at the gas station.“ She starts and you put an arm on the top of the couch and lean your head on your hand and look at Melissa. “She looked happy with him, and it reminded me of when he and I were married. I was that happy as well, but only for a few years. And it made me think about us and what if it happens again like it did with Joe. I don’t have the best track record when it comes to relationships. A failed marriage and failed proposal isn’t something to brag about. I don’t want to ruin relationships for you either. I thought maybe it would be best if I let you go now and you could go live your best life without me.” She tells you and you look at her surprised. “Then when you went to check up on me, all those thoughts were spiralling and you kept pushing and I snapped and I’m sorry. When you were ignoring me today, I basically got a taste of life without you and I don’t want that life.” She tells you and then looks at your eyes. “I hope you still want to be with me, because I still want to be with you.” She tells you and you stare at her, mouth open.

“What if this happens again? And that time you actually break up with me?” You ask her and Melissa looks down with guilt, it was a fair question.

“I can’t promise you what you want to hear, I don’t know what’s going to happen, and it scares me too.” She looks up at you. “But right now I want to be with you. I love you.” She says and you look at her stunned. She said it, those 3 words.

“You love me?” You ask her and she nods.

“I do, I love you very much.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“I love you too.” You tell her and she looks at you shocked then she smiles. “And of course I want to stay with you.” You tell her and she beams.

She leans forward, she cups your cheek and she kisses you. You kiss her back immediately and you run your fingers through her beautiful ginger locks.

“Let me make it up to you. I want to show you how much I love you.” She tells you when she pulls back. You look at her a little breathless from the kiss and you nod. You two haven’t had sex yet as you were taking it slow. You couldn’t believe your luck today. It started out shitty but then she tells you she loves you and then wants to have sex.

She stands up and gets you to stand up too, then she picks you up bridal style and carries you to your bedroom. She places you on the bed, then straddles your lap and kisses you deeply.

She pulls your shirt up and you two break away from the kiss for a second then go right back to kissing. She snakes her hands to your back and unclips your bra, before she gets a chance, you take it off and throw it to the ground. Melissa laughs at your eagerness then pulls back to get a good look at you. She places her hands on you and touches you everywhere. “You have such a beautiful body.” She tells you and you smile.

“You’ve only seen half of it.”

“Ya, and I love what I’m seeing already.” She says to you and you blush. She then pushes you down and you lay on your back. She kisses your lips then she sneaks a kiss on your nose and forehead and you giggle. She then goes to one of your ears and licks and sucks on it. She then goes to your other ear and does the same thing, she wants both sides to get the same amount of attention.

After, she travels down to your neck, she kisses it and sucks in the middle and you gasp and arch your back. She ends up leaving 4 hickeys on your neck, 2 on each side, before travelling down to your chest. She leaves kisses all over your chest before putting a nipple in her mouth and sucking. While sucking and licking the nipple, she unbuttons your jeans, pulls the zipper down and sneaks her hand in your jeans and underwear. She pulls back from the nipple at the same time you gasp when her finger finds your clit. She then gets off the bed and takes off your remaining clothes, goes on her knees, pulls your body towards her and connects her mouth with your pussy.

“OMG!” You say. You’ve had sex before but for some reason many girls don’t want to do oral, which is a shame as it’s your favourite. You feel her smirk after you say that and you look down at her and she’s indeed smiling. She looks up with her eyes at you and sees you looking at her, and that’s when she decides to connect her tongue with your clit. You gasp and grab her hair, she moans as you grab and pull her hair a bit. The moan vibrates on your clit and you buck your hips, Melissa has to pin you down to stop you from moving. She doesn’t stop, she knows you’re close by the way you’re shaking. You come with a gasp seconds later and Melissa licks it all up.

She gets up and takes her shirt and pants off, then motions for you to move to the head of the bed, which you do. She then climbs on top of you and kisses your lips. You taste yourself on her and you moan and grab her head, deepening the kiss. Then she slips her tongue in and you lose all thought, except the thought of her. You reach her back and you unclip her bra and take it off. You want to feel all of her without clothing in the way. Once the bra is off you put your hands back on her back and feel all over, she has such soft skin and want to be able to feel it forever. You then migrate to her front and put your hands on her stomach and feel all of it and moan. You then move up and feel her neck then move down to her chest and cup her boobs. This time she moans and you begin playing with her nipples. You break apart from the kiss and Melissa can’t stop kissing you and moves down to kiss your neck.

“Hmm Melissa, please, I want your nipples in my mouth.” You tell her and she smiles. She knows you’re more of a breast girl as she’s caught you looking at her breasts more than her ass. She pulls away from your neck and slides up a bit so her boobs are in your face. You put one nipple in your mouth and put your hand on the boob and cup it while your other hand is playing with the other.

Melissa feels as you suck and move your tongue all over her nipple and she moans. Of course all her sexual partners that she’s had have always been interested in her boobs as they’re big. But all of them never really know how to properly use their mouth on them. But it seems you know exactly what to do to make her let out so many sounds. Then she realises that all her past partners also never did something else well and she wants you to try it.

Once you’re almost done with her second nipple, she speaks up. “My love, Amore?” She says and you pull back and you look at each other. “There’s something that I’ve always wanted to do and was wondering if you’d be interested.” She says and you look at her and smile.

“What is it?” You ask her and she bites her lip.

“Face sitting.” She says and you look at her.

“With you on someone’s face or someone on yours?” You ask.

“With me on someone’s face.” She says and looks down a bit embarrassed. You bring a hand to her chin and make her look up.

“What are you waiting for then? Come sit on my face.” You say excitedly and she beams.

“Really?”

“Ya, come on.” You tell her and she strips her underwear off then she moves up, grips the headboard and lowers herself on your mouth. Before she’s fully on she looks at you concerned.

“If you need air then like tap my leg 3 times or something.” She says and you nod.

She lowers herself fully and your tongue is immediately all over her entrance and she gasps. With your experienced tongue all over her pussy, it doesn’t take long until she’s grinding on your mouth. You have to hold her legs so she doesn’t block your air flow and you move to her clit. She’s moaning and gasping as you’re sucking and licking her clit so well and she’s starting to shake. She comes 10 seconds later and it all goes in your mouth and on your face.

She gets up and moves back down and kisses you. “Thank you.” She tells you.

“Of course.” You tell her and Melissa can tell that you’re turned on so much right now and moves her hand down to your entrance and pushes a finger in. You gasp and she starts sliding it in and out and then she adds another. She adds a thumb to your clit and you’re trying to grind but her body on yours is stopping you from moving. Then you realise her body is on yours, and you could move your thigh up straight to her core, so you do.

“Oh, fuck.” She says when your thigh is putting pressure on her core. “What are you doing?” She says and slows her movements down.

“Wanting you to grind on my leg.” You say and she raises her eyebrows at you.

“How about I can grind on your leg after I make you come?” She offers and you nod and lower your leg. She speeds up her movements and you’re moaning and gasping. Not too long after you come and she slows down before pulling out of you and she licks her fingers that were inside of you. She then moves to straddle her thigh and starts grinding on it as promised. You can’t help but stare at this beautiful woman, who’s also your girlfriend, grinding on your leg. You put your hands on her hips to help and you tense up your thigh to give her more pleasure. “Oh god, y/n.” She moans out and she brings one of your hands to her boob to get more pleasure and you put your other hand on her ass and cup a cheek. “Do I feel nice and wet on your thigh baby?” She asks you and the only thing you can do is nod as the rest of your brain power has fucked off. “Hmm, you make me so wet, you and that magical tongue of yours.” She gasps out and you smile. She comes seconds later and you feel it drop on your thigh.

She pulls off of you and grabs the Kleenex on your nightstand and cleans you both up. She then lays down beside you and you both catch your breath. She looks at you and sees you’re already staring at her and she opens her arms out with a “come here” and you go and cuddle into her.

“I’m still so sorry for snapping at you.” She tells you and you completely forgot about that.

“It’s ok, I forgive you. And honestly, I forgot about it.” You say and she giggles.

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This my first time ever requesting anything on this site, so please bear with me 💀 I have a request for any of the Mortal Kombat 1 characters (preferably Lin Kuei and/or earthrealmers) with a special other that ats like either Deadpool or Wolverine? I've been hyperfixated on both, and would interested to see how you portray it!! Thanks 💚💚 (also, love your content btw.)

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Bi Han

-> When he first met you, which was a mission to bring you back alive, your first words to him were “come at me daddy” as you pulled out a pistol

-> Confused the man right then and there, making him freeze

-> Answered back with “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

-> As you pulled the trigger, Bi Han straight up froze it with a wall of ice

-> Of course, after you shot, you came running up with your claws unsheathed, stabbing right through the ice almost hitting him

-> “There’s a lot of things wrong with me! Where should I begin? I got tortured… A LOT. Oh I was basically a lab rat for a guy, may he rest in peace, that shot me up full of drugs to stop my cancer and now I can self heal which means I can’t die which means I’m forced to live the rest of my life knowing someone took my humanity away.”

-> Bi Han is just fighting you with his mouth wide open

-> He has no idea what to even say to you

-> “Come on bub, I’m not gonna waste my time fighting you. After all I just told you I can’t die.”

-> “Can you… suffer from other things?”

-> You answered with “yes but I grow anything back that gets cut off”

-> You pulled out a katana as he came to strike down on you with an ice blade

-> There is a lot of back forth… mostly you just trauma dumping on him

-> Bi Han is just thinking to himself “I swear to the Elder gods if she doesn’t shut up I’m gonna kill her- Crap.”

-> The fight ends with him plunging an ice blade through your chest and up making you fall to your knees, pinning you there

-> “Oh I’m not new to this. I like where this is going”

-> Bi Han just crossed his arms in front of him, standing proud as a fiery portal opened up

-> “Oh great thanks dude now I’m apparently going to hell.”

-> You tried to cut the ice with adamantium claws, still stuck in your chest considering how fucking cold it was

Kuai Liang

-> Met you on accident… really! On accident!

-> He had been walking through town when he saw you flip a 6 foot dude onto his back while the rest of the bar was going wild

-> He saw your steel like claws, cutting through everything in its path

-> He HAD to meet you

-> But you were gone as soon as he went to track you

-> “Not my first time being stalked but I will say, you my friend are terrible at it.” You answered sitting on the balcony above his head jumping for him

-> He pulled out his weapon, lighting it on fire as he swung towards you, pulling onto the rope that was holding it

-> You backflipped over his head, making his back get turned to you

-> “Ooh… kinky. Not my first rodeo with that though.”

-> Just stopped in his tracks as he turned to fight you, confusing the hell outta him

-> “I You are very strange”

-> “Eh. I’ve heard that one a few times.”

-> “From who may I ask?”

-> You showed him your bloody claws that had been retracted back into your skin previously

-> You lunged at him, making him roll to the side

-> “Oh come on I hate it when the fun is-“

-> He had cut you, seeing your blood light aflame as it spew from your arm

-> But instantly, it healed, sending Kuai into a state of worry

-> You still felt the skin slowly close

-> You did have no intention to fight or kill him

-> You were mad your sleeve had been cut

-> “Oh come on this was my favorite one!”

-> Your mood changed instantly, seeming to forget he was there as you pulled off the sleeve

-> “I uh… I apologize. It wasn’t my intention to attack you. I wanted to-“

-> “No need to apologize, I just fight everyone I come across. After all I don’t know if you were trying to kill me there. Speaking of which how in gods name did you light that on fire? I’ve been trying for years and never understood.”

-> He put away his weapons upon hearing you start to ramble about random things

-> That fight ended but he asked you to accompany him to his home base

-> And of course… you agreed. Why not have fun all the time since you can live forever?

Tomas Vrbada

-> Weirdest place he met you?

-> At Johnnys house where you had been training him in weapon combat

-> Tomas had an immediate liking to you

-> You were even stronger than Raiden, who had been there with Kung Lao

-> He was entranced by your adamantium claws, your precise aim when it came to guns, and your incredible healing

-> Not gonna lie, when he first trained with you, he was so scared when he cut you deep on your arm

-> You being chill about it and going on about your day like it was nothing freaked him out

-> “You can heal yourself?”

-> “Umm… yeah? Thought Mr Playboy Billionaire would’ve told you that.”

-> “Johnny is-“

-> “Unreliable? Difficult? Stubborn? Ignoring all my advice? Yep that’s the Johnny Cage I’ve always known.”

-> You walked off with no worry, just cleaning your katanas with a soft cloth as you went to sit down next to a small pool of water

-> It took him some time, but Tomas eventually found out who you were

-> Surprise surprise, Tomas found out you’re the legend herself, the great and mighty Wolverine

-> Johnny told him that they wouldn’t allow a female to play a dominant role even though he fought against it, making some male actor the lead and changing some of the story

-> All this time thought you were maybe Wolverine’s daughter

-> But… your personality was more like Wade’s, a friend of Johnny’s who played your other “crude” half Deadpool that was actually really you as well

-> You could be two different people, and he liked that

-> So you were real, and Tomas wanted to always have his eyes on the legend herself

-> Soon enough, about some months later and after visiting the Shirai Ryu enough times, you talked to him about your trauma

-> He told you he knew about it, but he’s not one to judge what you went through

-> After all, he lost family too

-> Secretly wants to find out what exactly you can live through

All Brothers

-> Tomas is protective of you, Bi Han wants to push you to your limits, and Kuai is the one who makes sure you do the right thing, even if you feel like a bad person

-> Tomas very much admires you and I’m sure he, Johnny, and Raiden have made a fan club about you

-> Bi Han is the one who punishes you for wrongdoings, even going as far as to hurt you to make you listen

-> Kuai Liang is the one who takes care of you on your rougher days

-> All three understand they have no place try and understand the torture and pain you went through

-> All three have thought about you fighting them in a 3v1

-> You become the most important person to them for various reasons

-> Bi Han makes you important by telling you and reminding you of all the things you’ve fought so far, how strong you are to still be alive

-> Tomas always has your back through anything, specially missions or when it’s just him and you

-> Kuai always reassures you that even if you’ve done some bad things in the past, that’s not what you always will be defined as

-> However, they know you’re technically immortal and that even if you are and they aren’t, they’ll still treat you like a normal person

-> If you ever have nightmares, each brother does a different thing depending on who’s around

-> If it’s just you and Bi Han alone, he’ll immediately come to find you if you’re having a panic attack or a flashback of awful things you’ve done and said before

-> He chills you down when you’re thrashing in your sleep and burning up

-> He knows you’re not a shitty person like everyone said you were, you’re just a broken “hero” who’s been screwed over so many times

-> If it’s you and Kuai, Kuai always stays nearby with anything you need and if you need alone time, he’s still around with food or comfort

-> Always enforces that you will always be a “hero” even if you don’t feel worthy

-> Is the one who will watch your “movies” with you

-> If it’s Tomas, he’s always by your side, never wavering or leaving

-> He’s the one who’s protecting you, making sure your bad days will be good ones in any way he can

-> He’s the one you talk about your past “transgressions” with

-> Tomas always has some sort comfort thing for you wether it be a blanket or a food you like

-> When they’re all there and you’re having a breakdown or nightmare, they’ll each find a spot to be near you with all three of them cuddled against you like you’re a child

-> You’re all snuggled together like a family even if you’re all different

-> They’ll all stay till you’re comfortable, focused, and ready to keep fighting ahead

A/N: as you can see, I’m very partial to Tomas I’m sorry🤣🤣🤣 Anyways I’m back from vacation now (my bf and I went on a trip)

[luvyeni]

❛TWO PLUS ONE❜ ( l.minho & h.jisung )

p. bestfriend!minsung x fem!reader w. 4.5k+

warnings? threesome, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, mxm moments, alludes to a poly relationship

— 𖦹 ( both you and your boyfriend are crushing on his long time friend, so why not add him ) !

“You ready?” you boyfriend asked, you both were sitting outside the house of one of his best friends, you fixed your lipgloss, turning to him. “You sure this is the right place to meet them, I mean this is your friends celebration party – is now the right time to introduce me to them?”

You and lee know had been dating for about a year, when he decided it was time to meet his friends. “Of course, Felix wouldn’t mind, he’s been the main one asking to meet you, well besides jisung.”

Ah jisung, you’ve heard about jisung more than any of the others — he was your boyfriend's closest friend. “Jisung has been waiting to meet you since we’ve started dating.”

“I promise babydoll, if I didn’t think they didn’t want you here I would have bought you.” He reassured, you nodded. “Okay, let’s go, i’m ready.” He reaches over, giving you a kiss. “Good girl, if you’re good tonight i’ll eat that pretty pussy of yours until you’re begging me to stop.” You smiled, “Deal.”

You guys walk up to the door, his hand resting on your lower back, knocking on the door. “Jisung is gonna love you I swear.” You laugh, “I feel like you just wanted me to meet jisung.” He hummed, “besides you, he’s the most important person in my life.” You nodded, as the door swung open.

“Hyung, you’re here!” A blonde hair fairy opened the door — he was gorgeous, “And this must be y/n?” He held his arms out. “You’re even more gorgeous in person.” He pulled you into a hug. “Be calm Felix, before changbin gets all jealous.” Minho guided you into the house. “Please, he gets jealous over any little thing, i’m used to it.” You laughed. “Sounds like you.” Your boyfriend pinched your side, “Because you’re mine.”

“Just like changbin, mine mine mine, like give it a rest.” He guided you both through the party, to the kitchen. “Well make yourself a home, drinks are self-served, I have to go greet more guest, and make sure changbin isn’t somewhere strangling seungmin.” He excused himself before leave.

After pouring you both some drinks, lee know guided you through the crowds of people, “let’s go find my friends.”

After looking for a few minutes, you seen him smile. “There they are, let’s go.” He held your hand, and you both walked over to the group. “There he is!” The one you knew as chan beamed. “And look who he bought.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to you both, mostly you. “You must be yn?” You nodded, holding your hands out. “Hello.” You smiled, “Oh please, we’ve been waiting forever to meet you, come here.” He pulled you into a hug.

“Baby you know their names; that’s chan — of course you met Felix and that’s changbin, hyunjin and seungmin.” He pointed them out, “And that’s jeongin, our maknae.” He introduced them, you waved. “It’s nice to meet you everyone.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, you’re always the topic of our conversation with minho, so it nice to finally put a face to the name.” You turned to your boyfriend. “Don’t act so smug, you know how obsessed I am with you.”

“Obsess isn’t the word, I haven’t heard him talk about anyone like that before.” Seungmin said, “Well beside jisung.” You hummed. “I’ve heard so much about this jisung, is he here — I would love to finally meet him.” You spoke. “He just went to the bathroom; he should be here soon.”

As if on cue, a boy came jogging over. “The long was so long.” You watched your boyfriends' eyes light up — much how they did with you. “Hannie-ah.” Your boyfriend called. “Hyung, w-when you get here?” He was cute, his chubby cheek, lips in a permanent pout — if you weren’t in a relationship with your boyfriend, he’d definitely be your type.

“A few minutes ago.” Your boyfriend said. “And he bought yn.” His eyes drifted to you — you swore you saw them widen just a bit before returning to normal. “y-yn?”

Jisung didn’t mean to be so surprised — but you really were as gorgeous as minho had said, he seen pictures of his of course, but you are even more beautiful in person. “It’s finally nice to meet you.” You pulled him into hug.

“Oh my god, is this what lino hyungs’ wet dreams look like.” Felix quickly slapped his boyfriend's chest; you laughed pulling away. “Please excuse him, he’s drunk.” You held your hand up. “It’s fine.” You spoke, turning back to jisung. “I understand why he talks and him so much, he’s adorable.” Jisung’s face turned red at the unexpected compliment.

“Wow only jisung could have both the girlfriend and the boyfriend be equally as fond for him.” Jisung coughed awkwardly. “T-thank you.” You nodded, turning to your boyfriend, “I’m gonna go get another drink.”

“I‘ll go get it baby.” You shook your head, “stay and talk to your friends, I can go get my own drink — do you want something.” He shook his head no. “Jisung, you want something?” His eyes cutely widened. “Me?” He pointed to himself. “Yes, you’re the only one without a drink.”

“S-sure, if that’s okay with you.” You nodded. “Coming right up.” You said, untangling your arms from lino. “I’ll come with you; someone here needs some water.” Felix climbed off of changbins’ lap, following behind you, both of holding on to each other as you shuffled away from the group.

“Your girlfriend is amazing, never break up.” Seungmin spoke up, lino sat down on the couch. “She is amazing, the best thing that has happened to me in a while.” Lino eyed jisung who sat on the arm of the couch, who seemed to be in his own world.

“I’m so surprised that you and lino got together.” Felix said, You both stood in the kitchen gossiping. “We all genuinely thought he’d end up with jisung.” You tilted your head in confusion. “Oh my, did you not know he was bisexual?” his eyes widened, slapping his mouth. “I talk to much.” He whined.

You laughed, stopping him, “Of course I know, that was the first thing he told me when we got together.” He sighed in relief, handing you a drink. “But I didn’t know he and jisung used to date.”

“Oh, I don’t think they officially did, but it was so obvious they were more than friends, they were like soulmates.” He said, you nodded along, listening. “They did everything together — still do, well when he’s not with you of course.”

Oddly enough, you weren’t jealous upon hearing this — it was actually cute that your boyfriend had someone like jisung in his life before you — you remember your boyfriend telling you all the stuff they did together in college, and it seem like they had a lot of fun together. “Do you know know why they didn’t end up together.”

Felix shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “I don’t actually, I think they just decided to stay friends.” He explained, “Then he met you.”

You guys made your way back to the group, holding your drinks. “Here you go jisung.” He took the drink from the hand. “Th-thank you.” You nodded, sitting down in lino’s lap. “What took you guys so long?” He pouted, “I missed you.” You kissed his lips. “Just having a chat, learned so much.” You said, your eyes drifting to jisung, who was already staring at you two. You smiled at him, he quickly turned away — looking into his drink like it was important.

“Yeah?” He kissed your neck, you chuckled at his nose tickling you. “Like what?” He smirked. “That’s a secret baby.” You said said. “We don’t have secrets baby you know that.” Felix spoke up, cradling a drunk changbin in his arms, feeding him water. “Ah lino hyung, mind your business.”

“Yah Lee Felix, don’t try and turn my girlfriend on me.” He shouted; you grabbed his cheek. “It was nothing baby I promise.” You kissed him again. “Oh my god you two are so cute.” Hyunjin cooed, you smiled taking another sip of your drink.

The party was ending, people slowly leaving one by one. “I’m glad everyone could make it.” He held changbin up, “And yn it was nice to meet you, you have to get my number from lino so we can get coffee together.” You nodded, standing up.

“You ready baby?” Lino nodded, standing up. “Yeah, just let me go say bye to jisung, he’s talking to chan over there.” He said, “I’ll come with you — it was nice to meet you guys.” You waved, intertwining your hands with lino; both of you walked over to the boy.

Chan excused himself, claiming he had to go work on a song, leaving you both with jisung. “You have a way home jisung?” Lino asked, the boy nodded. “Y-yeah hyung, seungmin is gonna drive me home.”

“It was to meet you yn.” He said, you pulled him into a hug. “You too jisung, I hope we can meet each other again, maybe in a calmer setting.” Lino smiled at the interaction. “S-sure okay.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. “I’ll call you.” He grabbed the boys' arm, before walking away with you.

The ride back home was short, both of you making small conversation — you told him about all the drama you got from the women at the party, his hand resting on your thigh as he drove.

That all switched up as soon as you stepped foot in the apartment, his lips were on your neck, and you soon found yourself being pressed against the bed as your boyfriend buried his face in your cunt.

“Fu-fuck lino, more.” You moaned grabbing his hair, pushing him deeper into your sopping heat. “Fu-fuck, fuck i’m i’m gonna cum baby.” You screamed. “Fuck! i’m gonna cum!”

Your cunt clenched around his tongue, cumming all over his face. “Shit.” You breathed, coming down from your high. “That felt so good.” He came up from between your legs, kissing your lips. “Told you, I could spend hours eating your pretty pussy.”

“So did you like my friends.” Lino asked, you hummed. “Of course, they’re really nice, especially Felix, he wants to have coffee this week.” Lino nodded, “That’s good, i’m glad you’re getting along with them.”

“And jisung?” He said, “How did you feel about him?” You look up at him. “He’s cute — a little quiet, I wish I could speak to him more.” You said, he smiled. “You and jisung seem to be really close.” You said, rubbing his chest. “Yeah, since college.”

“Have you guys ever done anything together?” You wanted to see if he would lie. “Why do you ask that?” His eyebrow quirked up. “Mmm I don’t know, just a question.” He could tell when you were lying. “Baby, did Felix tell you something?” You smiled cheekily realizing you’d been caught.

“Is that what you guys were talking about? If me and jisung fucked?” You pouted at his crude language. “Don’t say it like that.” He laughed, “We’ll did you?”

“Yeah, we did a few times.” He said, “when?” You questioned. “A few times in college, a couple times before I met you.” He said, smirking. “Why you jealous baby?” you slapped his chest. “That’s you who’s always jealous.” You said.

“Besides, jisung is cute, if we weren’t together i’d definitely fuck him.” That made his cock twitch for some reason. “R-really?” he cleared his throat. “Yes, why would i lie, I would definitely take care of him though.” God that was turning him on hearing you say that.

In all honestly lino often thought about his time with jisung, no he’d never cheat on you — he loved you with all his heart, but jisung, jisung was something special to him. he’d often thought about what it would be like if he was in a relationship with you, but also jisung — waking up with both of you, dates and everything, but he never brought it up, scared you think he was gonna cheat.

“Lino, you okay?” you asked noticing he suddenly went quiet. “Huh?” he said. “I asked were you okay?” He nodded. “I’m fine, just thinking.”

“You wanna fuck jisung?” You asked abruptly, you could see something in his eyes, the way he looked at jisung — it didn’t make you mad, it actually turned you on a bit. “Baby.” You sat up, turning to him. “It’s fine if you do.” His mouth hung open. “Are you saying that just because you want to please me, because mph—” you hushed him up with a kiss.

“I see how you look at jisung, you look at me the same way.” You said, “I think it’s cute, I think you guy’s relationship is cute.” You confessed. “Baby, seems like you have a little crush on jisungie too.” You smiled, shrugging — maybe you did, maybe you just wanted to fuck him, you didn’t know, but you definitely did feel your heart pitter a little when you met the boy.

“He’s cute.” You smiled, “I just want to take care of him I don’t know.” He smiled. “You think he’d be down?” You asked, your boyfriend furrowed his eyes. “Be down to what? Fuck or date us?” He questioned. “Well, I know I definitely want to fuck him, but I would also want to try and date him, if that’s okay with you.”

He felt like he was dreaming, you were quite literally bringing his fantasy to life. “I need you to totally sure you want that, we’re talking about adding someone else into our relationship, I like jisung very much, but if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.” You straddled his lap. “I want to.” You said, “I want to so bad.”

He smiled, grabbing the back of your neck pulling you into a heated kiss. “I’ll talk to him about it.” He toyed with your bottom lip. “I’ll invite him over and we can talk about it together.” He said. “Fantastic.” You beamed. “Now.” You slowly rocked your hips. “I want you to fuck me.”

He flipped you over, hovering above. “Did thinking about fucking jisung make you horny.” You bit your lip, nodding. “Nasty baby, I didn’t even ask him yet and your already soaked for him.” He toyed with your clit. “Please fuck me.” You moaned out.

“Gladly baby.”

“Is he almost here yet?” You asked your boyfriend, he chuckled pulling you into his lap. “Calm down baby, he’s on his way — you’ve never been this excited to see me.” You pouted. “Don’t lie.”

You and your boyfriend took a week to actually think about it and talk it through — this was a big decision, and someone else’s emotions were involved so you wanted to make sure you wanted it for real. “i’m just nervous, what if he doesn’t want to?”

“Should we find someone else then?” You shook your head no. “I want him and you only.” You said, he nodded patting your thigh. “Oh he’s definitely gonna love you, baby.” He kissed your cheek, just as the doorbell rang, making you hop up. “He’s here.” He laughed, tapping your butt. “Calm down, go answer the door.”

You opened the door, revealing the the boy, dressed in a oversized sweatshirt and some cargo pants with a beanie. “O-oh hi yn.” He stuttered. “Is lino hyung here.” He seemed so nervous; it just made you want to wrap your arms and comfort him. “Come in han-ah.” Lino called from the living room. You stepped to the side, letting him in.

You made some snacks, bringing them into the living-room. “Thank you, baby.” You sat down in lap. “No problem.” Jisung shuffled in his seat. “How have you been jisung?” You asked, he sat up straight, you smiled. “O-oh i’be been good.” You nodded, “Have you worked on any songs, lino told me you’re a producer.” He nodded, eyes lightening up. “Yeah a few.”

“That’s cool, maybe one day I could hear a few.” You said, “Really?” He said. “Of course, yn is a music executive at a company, she’s really good at her job.” You smiled at the praise from your boyfriend. “I could help you, give one of your songs to the higher ups of you want.” His eyes widened. “You would?”

“Of course, lino says you’re really talented, if it’s good, they’ll definitely take it.” He smiled; it felt the first time you met lino — yeah you definitely did like him like you liked lino. “Thank you yn, thank you so much.”

You left them to talk freely, going back to your room, to do some work on your computer, while they stayed in the living room. “She’s like a dream isn’t she?” Lino said, jisung nodded. “Sh-she’s really nice, I see why you like her.”

“I told her about us — well Felix did.” Lino said, jisung picked at his fingers. “H-he did, why? The boy questioned. “I don’t know, she wasn’t mad or anything.” The boy sighed of relief. “That’s good, I would hate it if I made her upset or feel jealous.” He spoke.

“In fact, she found it cute.” Lino said, “She didn’t mind at all, I think she might have a little crush on you.” He smirked, watching the boy freeze. “M-me? But she has you.” He said. “I don’t mind it, han-ah you know how I feel about you.”

Jisung shuffled in his seat, why was he telling him this — right before lino announced that he entered a relationship with you, jisung had contemplated if he should confess to the older boy, but atlas, he was too late. Jisung never got over his crush on the boy, but he would never disrespect you like that. “Jisung you know I like you right?”

“H-hyung, you have yn, why are you telling me this.” He said. “Because she likes you too.” He was confused. “Wh-what?”

“She’s been talking about you since the party, it’s cute actually — watching her go on and on.”

“Wh-what does this mean?” He asked, “Well that’s up to you.” Lino responded. “What do you mean, like being in a relationship with you both?” Jisung asked, the older boy shrugged. “If you wanted to.”

This was a lot for the boy to take in, you really like him — and wanted him to be in a relationship with you and lino. “Why me?” He said. “She thinks you’re cute, she doesn’t want anyone else.” Lino said. “Only wants to take care of you sung.” The older boy, got up sitting next to him. “Doesn’t that sound like me, maybe that’s why we work so well.”

Lino put his hand on the boy's thigh. “Both just want to take care of you.” His hand reached higher and higher — jisung gulped, his cock twitched. “I-is she okay with this?” Lino hummed before dipping into the boys' necks, kissing him lightly. “H-hyung.” The boy sighed. “Is this what you want sung? You want us to take care of you?” Lino palmed the boy through his hands, the boy moaned, his cock hardening.

“S-she’s in the room.” He said, “You want go to her?” Lino asked. “S-she’s busy.” Lino laughed. “She’ll stop for this; I know she will.” He pulled away from the boy. “Come on.”

You rubbed your temples, hitting send on the last email you had to send. “Finally.” You sighed — the door opening. “Baby?” Lino said. “You busy?”

“I’m done now, I just sent in the last email.” You said. “See I told you, she isn’t busy, jisung was scared we’d bother you.” Your boyfriend had that look in his eye. “Did he say yes?” You asked, they both walked into the room, jisung was much more reserved. “of course, he did baby, nobody could resist you.”

You turned to jisung, “are you sure you want this jisung?” You sat down next to him. “I really want this to be something we all enjoy, we all know he will.” You point to your boyfriend, who was already laying on the bed. “And I want you feel comfortable.”

He nodded shyly, “I-i do.” You smiled, bringing your hand to his cheek, caressing it, he melted into your touch. “So cute.” You pulled him into a kiss.

Lino watched you two make out at the door of his bed, it was surely a sight — watching you lead jisung, normally it was him who led you during sex, but it was sexy watching you take over — not that he’d ever allow you to do such thing to him.

“That’s enough both of you.” He instructed, you both whined, pulling away from each other. “Look at the both of you, panting and all worked up over a kiss.” He smirked. “Come up here now.” You both climbed up to where he was, you sat on your knees. “Fuck what am I gonna do with both of you?” he felt like a kid in a candy store.

“Take your clothes off.” Both of you were quick to stand up — riding yourself of your clothing, climbing back on the bed. “princess didn’t you say you want to take care of hannie here, how about you wrap your pretty lips around his cock?” You smirked, climbing in between his legs.

“Take out his cock pretty.” You obeyed, reaching for his waistband, pulling them down past his waist, his cock sprung out, hitting his abdomen, dripping with pre-cum. “Such a pretty cock.” You grabbed the base of his cock, kissing his tip. “She gave you a compliment baby boy.” Your cunt clenched at your boyfriends words. “Say thank you.”

“Th-thank you.” He stuttered, “good boy, take him all the way baby, make him feel good.” You relaxed your jaw, allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat. “F-fuck.” Jisung cursed. “F-feels good.”

You bobbed your head up and down, occasionally gagging on his length. “Oh my god.” He gasped, feeling himself about to cum. “You gonna cum?” Lino kissed the boys' neck, “You gotta hold it sung.”Lino knew he could barely hold it, he was aware of how sensitive he was.

You looked up at them through your lashes, the sight made you moan, lino’s mouth against jisung, holding the back of his neck. You took him all the way one last time, before he moaned out, cumming into your mouth, you pulled off of his cock, some of his cum staining your cheeks. “You came so much sungie.”

He moaned, pulling away from lino. “I-i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cum.” Lino scoffed. “Of course, you did, you’re a needy slut who only loves to cum.” His cock twitched in your hands at your boyfriends' words. “He likes that min.”

“I know baby, I know what both my pretty sluts like.” You felt your panties soaking at his lewd language. “Come here princess.” You climbed into his lap, sitting right on his hard cock. “Want you to ride me.” He slapped your ass. “Take my cock out baby.”

You unbuckled his pants, pulling them off, climbing back into his lap. “Fuck sung, her pussy is throbbing, you’re gonna love it.” He moaned, you took his cock from his underwear, hovering over his pink tip as you stroked it — sinking down. “Fuck min.” you moaned, his cock filling you up. “Such a warm cunt, move for me baby.” You began to slowly move your hips; he threw his head back.

Jisung on the other hand was getting hard again, his cock bobbed against stomach, begging to be touched, you took notice, stopping. “Did I say stop?” You pouted. “But jisung is all alone.” You whined, lino smirked, slapping your ass. “Don’t worry about him, just keep bouncing on my cock.”

Jisung watched your tits bounced up and down as you moved on linos cock, ready to reach for his, when lino grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it. “H-hyung.” He moaned, you clenched on lino’s cock, watching him jerk the boy off in front of you was such a turn on. “Fuck lino, i’m gonna cum!” you exclaimed.

“Go ahead and cum.” Lino groaned, “Fuck i’m gonna cum too.” You moved faster, squeezing your boob, clenching down as you came all over his cock. “oh fuck, you’re squeezing me -ngh- fuck i’m cumming.” Lino grunted, spilling his load into your dripping cunt. “fuck princess, get up.” He ordered.

He let go of jisung cock, “want you to ride hannie, want him to feel you pretty pussy filled with my cum.” You climbed off of lino and into jisungs, your boyfriends cum dripping out of you. “Fuck, sit on his cock, before it spills out of you.”

You sunk down on jisung, both of you moaning in unison. “That’s it, moan for me my pretty slut.” Lino watched as you both feverishly moved against each other, chasing your highs — you were feeling super sensitive, so it didn’t take long before you were screaming that you were close. “Hannie, you better hurry, once she cums you won’t be able to cum, we gotta give our girl a break.”

That’s what it took for him to cum, lino calling you ‘our girl’ — he hadn’t even thought about that part, the fact that he’ll be able to touch you like this, not only that he’ll be able to kiss you and lino whenever. His thighs shook as he came, filling you up more with his cum. “Sh-shit.” He cursed.

Lino watched you two make out for awhile, before ordering you both to stop. “Both of you need to get cleaned up, I know both of you can’t go another round, you’re both acting like bunnies in heat.” You pulled away, giving him a few pecks. “He’s just jealous.” You teased.

“Yah, you really want to show jisung how I treat brats, i’m trying to be nice.” You pouted. “You’re so mean, i’m just trying to be nice.” Jisung chuckled watching you both go back and forth. “It’s funny hannie?” He glared at the boy. “Don’t try and intimidate him.” You said. “Both of you better get up and shower, before neither one of you cum for the whole week.”

You both finally got washed up, lino giving both of you some clothes to wear — waiting for you both to return back to bed. “Hurry!” you intertwined your hands with jisung, walking out of the bathroom. “Calm down.” You said. “We’re right here.”

Han laid in the middle, while you held him, lino opting to hold his hand, watching tv. “We can do this whenever you want.” You played with his hair. “Not without my permission though.” Lino said, you rolled your eyes.

“I would like that.” You smiled kissing his cheek. “Good.” Lino turned to you, “where’s mine.” He pointed to his cheek. “Come.” He leaned over, and you planted a kiss on his cheek. “Good girl.” He ruffled hans hair — he was happy with you before, but now that he both of you, he felt complete.

“Both of you my good baby’s.”

©LUVYENI

[hctsummernights]

star shopping

summary: making music has been chris' passion for years, but is that passion enough to keep you to stay? (based off star shopping by lil peep) pairing: rapper!chris x feminine!reader warnings: angst, talks of depression, weed use, arguing a note from lilah 𐙚: hey so i'm sorry for this. (lowercase intended!)

chris sighed, throwing a green celtics cap over his hair and sliding on his sneakers. he knew you were going to have something to say about this, but right now, he couldn’t risk the loss of this new beat. he’d been hitting a wall with making his beats fit his lyrics for weeks now, hence why he was getting ready to go meet with his producer at 11:30 pm, spurred on by the “dude, i swear to god i just hit the fucking jackpot” text.

you raised your brows as you stepped out of the bathroom, towel on your head and plush robe wrapped around your body. “where are you going?” you asked, watching as chris grabbed his wallet and keys. 

“they need me in the studio,” he mumbled. “i’ll be back in the morning.”

“whatever.” you hummed coolly, brushing past your boyfriend (if you could even call him that) to get to your vanity. 

“c’mon baby, don’t be mad. this is the one.” chris insisted, trying to smooth things over. 

“i’m not mad,” you said flatly, smoothing your moisturizer over your skin. “just go. i’ll probably be gone for work when you get back, so i’ll see you tomorrow evening.”

“baby,” chris practically begged, standing near your vanity, but not in your space so he didn’t upset you. “i know i fuck up. i know that i haven’t been a good boyfriend lately. i know you probably don’t want to end up with me, but i love you. you are so much more than gorgeous to me. i want to be with you for the rest of my life. please don’t doubt how much i love you.”

“chris, not tonight. just go.”

“i know i’m not worth your time right now; trust me, i know that. but i also know that i can work on it if you give me time. i can make this album and then we’ll be set, baby, i swear. just let me work on it.”

“you’ve been saying that.” you pointed out, trying to swallow the lump in your throat at the brunette’s words. 

“you’re losing your patience, and i don’t blame you.”

“chris!” you sighed, unintentionally slamming your eye cream down on the vanity. “i’ve been waiting for you to work on it for over two years. two whole rotations around the sun. i believe in you and i believe in your art, but i feel like i’m waiting for something that won’t come. it’s not paying our bills!

chris bit his lip, knowing you had a point. art couldn’t be rushed, but he had been in the process of writing this album for over two years, all while you single handedly paid the bills. the only time that the two of you truly had a connection was when you had sex. you’d look into chris’ deep blue eyes, allowing your hormones to take over and make you feel like maybe everything was okay, despite the fact that you two only had about one true conversation per week. 

“i know.” he mumbled quietly. 

“maybe,” your voice trembled as you began to argue. “maybe my friends are right. maybe i should break up with you. i can’t keep doing this, chris. i’ve worked my ass off to make sure we’re taken care of, and the way you pay me back is by leaving at almost midnight? seriously?”

“ma, you know i’m gonna make it happen one day,” chris pleaded. “as soon as this album comes out, i’m taking you overseas. we’ll go wherever you want, baby. we can smoke and stay in luxury hotels and-” chris was cut off when you interrupted him. 

“that’s what you want, chris. not me. i don’t give a fuck about weed or being overseas. all i want is for this, for us, to be a partnership.” you said, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

for some reason, despite what your instincts were telling you, you didn’t protest when chris pulled you into a hug, burying his nose in your freshly washed hair. “i’m sorry, baby. i know i’m nothing like what you or your family or anyone else wants me to be. but at the end of the day, i would give up my life for you. you’ve given up yours for me. you’ve taken care of me during my bad days, you’ve supported me through everything. i understand if you don’t want to anymore.”

“chris…” you croaked out, voice thick with tears. “i love you, i do love you. i just…miss you. i feel like you’re never home. i miss us.”

the brunette felt like he’d just received a blow to the gut. how could he have been so caught up in some dumb album that he had ignored the most important thing in his life? “i know, baby. i am so, so sorry. i…” chris pulled out his phone, fingers flying over the screen, before he shoved the device back into his pocket. “i’m yours for the rest of the night. shoutout to everyone making my beats, but you’re more important. music’s what helped me when i fell to pieces, so now it’s my turn to do that for you.”

you simply nodded into his chest, not quite forgiving him, but not having the chance to argue anymore either. you didn’t even protest under chris grabbed your hips, lifting you off the vanity stool and carrying you to the door that led from your master bedroom to the balcony of your chicago apartment. like any large city, lights were still aglow on the tall skyscrapers and traffic honked below you, but by some miracle, you could faintly see the stars in the velvety blue nighttime sky.  

“all of those stars have a reason they’re here,” chris mumbled. “i hope i find that reason for me…for us.”

you hummed quietly against in his chest in your robe. things weren’t okay right now, they probably wouldn’t be for a long time, but you were too exhausted to argue. you knew chris loved you, you knew you loved him, but you also knew that you couldn’t spend the rest of your life waiting around for what he might do. 

a/n: yeoWCH....thank you for reading bbys!

[fireinmoonshot]

An Ethan hunt x reader where the reader gets injured on a mission and Ethan is super worried over her? Thank you!!

You’re more focused on Benji’s voice in your ear instructing Ethan on where to go than you are on yourself, and that’s exactly why you don’t notice the man coming up behind you until the very last second. Your instincts kick in, then, and you spin in an attempt to dodge him as he swipes his knife towards you.

It misses you by pure luck.

You’re not quite lucky enough for the second swipe.

It slashes through the upper sleeve of your shirt and you can feel the blood starting to seep down your shoulder and coat the white cloth red. It stings, but you try not to let that distract you anymore than you already are. 

“Could do with a hand here, guys,” you say into the comms.

The man across from you narrows his eyes at you calling for backup. 

He takes that as a chance though, diving towards you. You dodge him again, swiftly kicking out your foot and sending him tumbling to the ground. There’s no use running. He’s taller, has longer legs and will catch up with you in no time. You just have to hold out until backup arrives and you can get rid of him. 

That’s the problem with this being one of your very first missions. You’re not quite as confident in your abilities as the rest of your team is. They’re all seasoned agents. You are not.

The man stands to his feet and you can tell you’ve made him mad by tripping him over. You let out a breath just as he dodges towards you again, but the one thing you’d missed is that he’d pulled another knife from his pocket while he’d been on the ground. You only notice when you feel it sink into your side. You let out a gasp at the feeling. It’s much worse than the slight sting from the cut on your arm.

Before you can do anything else, you hear a gunshot and the man in front of you sinks to the ground, taking the knife with him. You can’t help but follow him to the ground, sliding down the wall, your hands going to put pressure on the wound on your side as you look to see who had saved you – well, tried to.

You let out a breath of relief as you see Ethan running towards you. He skids to his knees beside you, his eyes focused only on the blood soaking your arm and his hands move to inspect it the cut. 

“You okay?” His voice is panicked. 

“I’m okay,” you nod at him, wincing a bit as he moves your arm. 

He looks at you properly then, and that’s when his eyes drift down to your blood covered hands pressing into your side. He’s on the other side of you instantly, swearing as you move your hands so he can see the stab wound. 

“You are not okay,” he says, a hint of anger in his voice. “I thought I got here in time.”

“It’s okay, Ethan,” you do your best to smile at him. “I’m glad you got here when you did.”

Ethan shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I should have been quicker.”

If your hands weren’t covered in blood, you’d reach up and make him look at you instead of the wound on your side. His eyes seem to have trouble leaving it.

“Hey, Ethan,” you try. “Look at me. Look at me.”

A little regretfully, his eyes make their way to yours, but keep flickering down to your hands on the wound. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? Just… please get me to a hospital so I can get this looked out cause I really don’t wanna stay bleeding out here in this alley.” 

Ethan nods and then takes a deep breath, composing himself. “I’m gonna help you stand up, okay, but I’m gonna need you to keep pressure on that? You think you can do that?”

“I’ve got this,” you nod. 

He helps you stand up slowly and with as minimal pain on your part as possible. 

“Hey, Ethan,” you say as soon as you’re standing up.

“You okay?” He asks, worried.

“Thank you for saving my life.”

[radioactivatedspider]

"Freaking Out"

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pairings: Dean Winchester x oc

genre; romantic drama, action, suspense

warnings; Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Intense Emotions, Mild Swearing, Romantic Themes

Summary: Dean Winchester panics when he finds his wife, Courtney, injured after a hunt. While Sam stitches her up, Dean struggles to stay calm, revealing just how much he loves and fears losing her.

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The hunt had gone smoothly, too smoothly. The kind of hunt that Dean Winchester should’ve known was a setup. He should've expected something to go wrong when the night started off with everything falling into place. But that was the life of a hunter—always something going sideways when you least expected it.

As soon as the salt-and-burn was done, Dean and Sam packed up the Impala, ready to head back to the motel. The evening air was cool, but there was a tension in the air that Dean couldn’t shake. It had been an easy hunt, but it always felt like the other shoe was about to drop.

Courtney had been on edge too, but that was Courtney—strong, determined, and always willing to jump into the fight with everything she had. She was Dean’s equal, in every way, and that was why he trusted her with his life. The trouble was, sometimes she didn’t know when to back off.

That’s exactly what happened.

Dean was loading the gear into the car, just about to throw the last duffle bag in the backseat when he heard the gunshot. The crack of it sent a sharp jolt through him. Without even thinking, he slammed the trunk closed, cursed under his breath, and bolted back toward the abandoned house where the hunt had gone down.

He reached the front door, barely hearing Sam's shout as he ran in. But he saw it—Courtney kneeling, clutching her arm, her face tight with pain.

“Courtney!” Dean’s voice cracked as he reached her, kneeling beside her. His hands were shaky as he gently grabbed her wrist, pulling it away from the gash on her arm. A bullet wound—nothing too deep, but it was bleeding heavily.

Sam was already there, kneeling next to her, the first aid kit out, his face twisted in concentration as he worked.

“Dean, she’s fine, it’s not that bad,” Sam said quickly, looking up for a moment to meet Dean’s eyes.

Dean’s heart was still racing as his gaze locked on Courtney. He could see the slight tremor in her hands as she tried to stop the bleeding, and that was enough to drive him crazy.

“Courtney?” Dean asked, his voice softer now, trying to keep himself in check. His eyes searched her face for any sign of real distress, and he saw it there—the same way she always looked when she was trying to hide the pain from him. But there was no hiding it this time.

“I’m fine, Dean,” she said, her voice a little strained. “It’s just a scratch.”

Dean shook his head, his jaw tightening. “No, it’s not. You’re bleeding like a damn faucet.” His eyes flickered to Sam, his panic evident now, even if he was trying to hide it. “Why aren’t you done yet?”

Sam, ever the calm one, gave his older brother a look, then focused back on Courtney. “Dean, I’m almost done. She’s gonna be okay. It’s just a flesh wound. Nothing major. We need to get it cleaned up, stitch it up, and she’ll be fine.”

Courtney met Dean’s eyes, her lips pressed together in a tight smile. “See? Told you I’m fine.”

But Dean wasn’t hearing any of it. He watched as Sam carefully threaded the needle through her skin, doing his best to keep Courtney still. She winced, but it was a small sound that Dean couldn’t ignore.

"Stop it," Dean muttered, his hand resting on her shoulder now, his thumb running over her neck in a soft, soothing motion, even though his own pulse was racing.

Courtney rolled her eyes, though the smile on her face softened. "You’re acting like I’ve got a bullet in my brain, Dean. I’ve had worse. You should’ve seen the time I—"

"Don’t talk about worse," Dean cut her off quickly. He couldn’t deal with hearing about her other injuries. The thought of losing her… made his stomach twist in knots.

Sam finished with the last stitch, sealing the wound, and then began wrapping her arm in gauze. Dean hadn’t even noticed his breathing had gotten shallow until he exhaled hard.

“Okay, that’s it,” Sam said, stepping back and packing away the supplies. “You’re good to go. Nothing to worry about.”

Dean’s eyes didn’t leave Courtney as Sam stood up and gave them some space. His hand reached for hers, gripping it like he was afraid she might slip away from him at any second.

“Courtney,” Dean started, his voice quiet now, the usual snark gone. "You gotta stop doing that. Stop getting hurt.”

“I didn’t mean to get shot, you know.” Her grin was small, but she was teasing him, as always. Her eyes softened, meeting his. “I’m sorry. It’s just part of the job, right?”

Dean’s gaze never wavered. “I know. But it doesn’t make it any easier, knowing that every time I see you in danger, I can’t protect you fast enough. I don’t like feeling… helpless."

Courtney chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Dean, you’re the furthest thing from helpless. You keep me safe every damn day, whether you realize it or not.”

Dean's eyes softened, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he admitted, his voice low, the emotion thick in his words.

Courtney squeezed his hand in response, a tender smile lighting up her face. “You’d probably be sulking over some busted-up car with Sam, and I’d be over here getting into trouble,” she said with a wink. “But it’s okay. You’ve got me.”

Dean laughed softly, his heart easing just a little. "You’re damn right I do. And I’m not ever letting you go."

He finally allowed himself to breathe a little easier, sitting down next to her, leaning his shoulder against hers. He could feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat, a reminder that she was alive, that she was okay.

“Thanks, Sam,” Dean called out, finally turning his head toward his brother, who was cleaning up in the corner.

Sam gave him a half-grin. “Anytime. And for the record, Dean, it’s okay to freak out every once in a while.”

Dean shot him a sharp look, but his lips curled into a smirk. “I’m not freaking out. Just… looking out for my wife.”

Courtney leaned her head on Dean’s shoulder, her arm still sore but nothing that would keep her down for long. “You’re sweet, Dean. But you really need to stop worrying so much. I’m tougher than you think.”

Dean chuckled, his arm wrapping around her protectively. “I know you are. But I’m still gonna worry about you, every damn day.”

She smiled up at him, her eyes full of affection. “Good. Because I’ll worry about you too.”

Dean kissed her forehead softly, his protective instincts kicking in again, but this time, he was at peace. She was alive. She was okay. And he had her.

That’s all that mattered.

[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi Q, How are you today? I have an idea for an Tom Holland x fem reader idea. So Tom's family is going on a holiday somewhere and when your on the plane Tom insists he's not tired as the plane takes off, but the moment you both settle in, you catch him yawning. You tease him a little, asking, “Are you sure you’re not going to fall asleep?” His response is a soft chuckle as his eyes flutter shut, and before you know it, he's already dozing, his head slowly tilting towards your shoulder. You smile at his sleepy expression, brushing his curls away from his face and resting your head on top of his as you drift off together.

Hello! Hope you enjoy this.

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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → Fluff, teasing, soft romance.

Summary → On a flight with Tom’s family, he insists he isn’t tired—only to doze off on your shoulder, leading to sweet moments.

The airport buzzes with life around you, filled with the sounds of luggage wheels rolling across the tiled floor, hushed announcements over the intercom, and the excited chatter of fellow travelers. You shift your bag onto your shoulder, adjusting your grip as you and Tom follow his family toward your gate.

“You excited?” Tom nudges your side gently with his elbow, grinning as he looks over at you. His curls are slightly messy from running his fingers through them one too many times, and his eyes gleam with warmth under the bright airport lights.

You smile. “Yeah, I mean, it’s been a while since we’ve been on a proper holiday.”

“Oh, darling, you’re gonna love it,” Nikki, Tom’s mom, chimes in from ahead, flashing you a smile. “The resort is absolutely stunning.”

“I still think we should’ve flown private,” Harry mutters beside Sam, rolling his eyes dramatically.

Sam snorts. “You’re literally the most dramatic person I know.”

You giggle at their usual sibling banter, glancing up at Tom, who shakes his head with an amused smile. “You lot are ridiculous,” he mumbles before turning back to you. “But hey, I promise you, this trip will be amazing.”

You squeeze his hand. “I know.”

Boarding the plane is a smooth process, and soon, you and Tom are settled in your seats, right by the window. His family is scattered throughout the cabin, but you and Tom lucked out with seats together, away from his brothers’ inevitable antics.

As you fasten your seatbelt, you glance at Tom, who’s stretching his arms above his head, letting out a small groan. His sweater rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of his toned stomach, and you quickly avert your eyes before you get too distracted.

He smirks, catching the way your gaze flickers away. “See something you like, love?”

You scoff. “Please, don’t flatter yourself.”

He chuckles, dropping his arms and leaning back into his seat. “Anyway, this flight isn’t even that long. I won’t need to sleep.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Tom, you were literally yawning at the gate.”

He scoffs. “I was not.”

“Liar.”

“Swear on my life, I am wide awake,” he insists, dramatically widening his eyes.

You narrow yours playfully. “Mhm, we’ll see.”

As the plane taxies down the runway, Tom shifts in his seat, getting comfortable. He’s leaning slightly against the armrest, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his jeans. You notice the way his blinks are getting slower, the way his body sinks just a little more into the seat.

Then, as the plane takes off, he lets out a soft yawn.

You smirk. “Are you sure you’re not going to fall asleep?”

He peeks one eye open, looking at you with a lazy, drowsy smile. “I’m sure.”

Not even two minutes later, his head starts tilting toward your shoulder, his breath evening out.

You bite your lip, suppressing a laugh as you glance down at him. His long lashes rest against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted, and he looks so peaceful—so soft and warm.

Gently, you brush his curls away from his face, your fingers lingering for a moment before you shift slightly to rest your head against his. His warmth seeps into you, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you into relaxation.

Just before sleep claims you, you hear a sleepy murmur from Tom, barely above a whisper.

“Love you.”

Your lips curve into a smile as you let your eyes close. “Love you too, sleepyhead.”

And with that, you both drift off, wrapped in the quiet hum of the plane and the comfort of each other.

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[sophswritingthings]

rescue — hazel callahan

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

warning(s): mentions of panic attacks, swearing, claustrophobia 

tropes: established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff

summary: you and your girlfriend, hazel callahan, are trapped in the elevator when it suddenly comes to a halt. your absolutely panicked. hazel, like always, is there for you.

a/n: based off of my actual real life fear of this happening. if only I had my own hazel

word count: 684 words / 3,770 characters 

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your back was pressed against the wall of the elevator, your hand gripping hazel’s as if you were holding on for dear life.

you’d always been terrified of elevators. always avoided getting on them.

yet here you were: standing on an elevator terrified for your life.

hazel being there did make it better, though.

hazel was so comforting; such a warm, kind presence. those beautiful, gentle blue eyes and that puppy dog like demeanor.

but that presence of safety disappeared in mere seconds, your hands being ripped apart of the elevator rocked back and forth for a minute.

“w-what—what the fuck?!” you stammered, glancing around frantically. you were now sitting on the floor, your heart pounding in your chest as hazel rubbed her head and stood up to get closer to you.

“I don’t.. want to scare you, baby girl,” hazel wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight into her side. “but, I, um—think we’re stuck.”

“stuck?!” 

your breathing picked up, your chest heaving up and down. you gazed at hazel, your (e/c) eyes frantic as you did.

“hey, hey! It’s okay,” hazel reached up, pressing the red emergency button the elevators keypad. “somebody’ll come and get us soon, okay? I promise.”

hazel smiles. her smiles intoxicating; such a comforting and kind expression on her face.

despite all that…

It wasn’t helping.

your breathing was sporadic, rapid. your heart was beating in your ears; your entire body shaking. you hugged your knees close to your chest, trying to find some sort of comfort.

hazel didn’t panic. she didn’t freak out. (at least, not on the outside).

she had to stay calm for you.

she knew you were having a panic attack; she’d had a few of her own, in the past. she sort of knew how to handle them—for herself, anyways. had she ever helped anyone else? well, no…

but you were her girlfriend. 

she knew you. 

she’d figure it out, somehow, someway. 

“hey.. hey, baby, look at me,” hazel placed a soft hand on your cheek, turning your head to face her. your eyes were wide, tears bubbling in them—

yet you looked at her. 

you looked at her, hoping for comfort, hoping for love.

and that’s exactly what you got.

she lent down, a little, pressing your forehead to hers. she ran a hand through your hair.

“breathe slowly,” she murmured, doing exactly as her words suggested. she breathed in deep and slow, trying to get you to mirror her actions. “just… look at me, don’t think about anything else. focus on me and me only.”

you nodded a little. you did as she asked; and though your breath was shaky, it seemed to working.

“good—good girl,” she gave you a soft smile, chuckling a little at her own words. “just relax.. we’re okay. we’re going to be okay, you and me.”

“I…” you take in a deep breath, “I’m okay.. w-we’re okay.”

you repeat her words, finding solace and security in them.

“your exactly right, baby girl. you’re okay.” she smiles, sitting up with her head against the wall of the elevator. the small box was starting to worry her, too, but she had to keep strong.

just for you.

“how.. long do you think we’re gonna be in here..?” you whisper, still shaking a little—you rest your head on hazel’s shoulder, feeling her rest her head atop of yours.

“honestly?” she chuckles nervously, “I have absolutely no clue. I’ve never been stuck in an elevator before, hun.”

her words draw a breathy laugh out if you, “I wouldn’t be surprised, baby.”

“I- wow, do you think that highly of me?”

“sometimes you can be a bit.. silly.”

she rolls her eyes, gazing down at you as she picks her head up, “you like it though, don’t you?” she has the slight hint of a smirk on her face.

you laugh, smiling, “‘course I do,” you murmur, reaching up to plant a soft kiss on her cheek.

she leans down, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. she tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “well, good.”

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a/n: it’s short but it was an idea I thought of while at school. and I was serious when I said that this is based off my actual fear of fucjing elevators. that shits terrifying