#i am sending SO MUCH love your way hon!

[matan4il]

Hello dear, just dropping by to say I love your meta and I'm so sure that we'll have Buddie canon this time also because Andrew is again co-writing the last ep. I'm so excited and I can't wait to see 6x13 and read your opinion. Hope you have an amazing day ❤️

Antonia! :D Hi darling, thank you so, so much for this lovely message! I'm so glad that you enjoy my meta, and I hope everything being linked in my pinned post helps find it if you ever need that! *HUGS*

Oh, I never wanna be 100% on anything 'coz I'll admit that I'm scared of high expectations. XD I find that I enjoy shows the most when my expectations are low, and then the show can surprise me for the better. ;) And 911 CONSTANTLY does it, so yeah, I have a good feeling about our show, too! I mentioned in my 612 meta that the theme of the couch started all the way back in 513. And guess who wrote that? Andrew. Then the following eps he wrote include 601 and 612, which both re-visit the couch metaphor! So yeah, I have a good feeling about that as well. ;D

Awwww, thank you again for the incredibly kind words! NGL, I'm really excited to be writing the meta for 613! And I hope you do enjoy it once it's posted. Thank you, and have an amazing day, too. Just like you are! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

[jeridandridge]

We’re Just Strangers

NSFW. You end your friends with benefits situation with Melissa. Stubborn Melissa and love sick reader. Based off of Strangers by Halsey. Not edited.

It started almost a year ago after a game night at Melissa’s. You two had been flirty for months, your attraction to her obvious with the way you looked at her. Having been in and out of unfulfilling relationships, you weren’t upset when she proposed the idea of a quickie. Knowing she was sober, you gave in. It became a weekly thing for you two. Every Friday night you’d end up at her house and spend hours in her bed only leaving it when she offered to make food or heat up left overs for you both. She even let you stay the night, often waking with her curled around you.

Now a year later you find yourself sat in the redheads living room; breathy moans filling the space as she rides your thigh. Your hands roam her gorgeous frame as her hips roll, the thin fabric of your pants becoming damp.

“Fuck, Mel,” you let out looking at pale skin, her breasts bouncing as she moves. Tipping your head up you extend your neck to meet her lips for a kiss but instead she avoids you, tucking her head into your neck as her nails dig into your shoulders.

Then she lets go letting out a moan as her hips slow. The evidence of her high covers your thigh and she stays put hiding her face in your neck and she comes down from the euphoric moment. Steadying the redhead you hold onto her hips leaning back into the chair so she lifts her head. She hadn’t kissed you in months, something that she loved doing before. Even when you two were alone in the lounge at Abbott she’d sneak a peck.

“God, hon I needed that.” She hums kissing your jaw, her hand gliding down to your breast.

And that was the last straw. You move your head to the side patting her hip.

“I gotta go, Melissa.” You let out in almost a robotic tone. If she was going to be even colder to you there was no way you’d stick around. For a while during this arrangement you really, really liked her. But as she grew more distant the less you enjoyed your activities.

“What? You just got here.” She asks sliding off your lap standing on wobbly legs.

Getting up you find your discarded shirt on the kitchen counter sighing as you slide it over your head. “You got off didn’t you? so I’m gonna go. I got some stuff to do.” You shrug.

Melissa stands there in her living room still shuddering from her orgasm, confusion written on her face.

“Ya never leave right after, hon. I didn’t get a chance to touch you.” She reasons coming over to you.

“Mel, I can’t do this anymore.” You tell her bluntly. “How am I supposed to when you haven’t even kissed me in weeks.”

“I- hon, this is a no strings attached thing.”

Melissa tries her best to hide her emotions and like always she succeeds. She didn’t need you knowing that soon after this arrangement started she found herself falling for you and it terrified her.

“Yeah,” you bitterly laugh. “I got that and I’m ending this. I can’t do it anymore, it hurts too much.” You shake your head slipping your shoes on.

Melissa’s mind races. As you go to the door she grabs the blanket from the back of her couch wrapping it around herself to go after you. “Hon, you can’t be that upset. You knew what this was.” She tries to play it off, shrugging with a small smile.

With your hand on the front door you look over your shoulder with a scoff. “Keep telling yourself there aren’t any feelings here, Melissa.”

With that the door slams and Melissa is left standing there alone with her thoughts, guilt already eating away at her.

After an uneventful Friday night at home doing nothing but drinking your sorrows and stupidity away, you skip out on your usual brunch with Barb and Melissa on Saturday because it was just too friendly for what was going on at the moment. Coming up with a half assed excuse about your apartment needing maintenance for a pipe issue you set your phone down after you send the message and go about the day unsure of what to do with yourself.

After a weekend of grading the kids papers you decide enough is enough and download an old dating app you hadn’t used since you started sleeping with Melissa. Now in the lounge waiting for the school day to start, you sit with Jacob on the couch swiping away.

“I dunno about that one,” you scrunch your nose as you two look at the screen.

“Come on! She’s pretty, likes to cook!” Jacob points at the screen.

When you hear healed boots and Barbara talking in the hallway get closer you take a breath focusing on Jacob instead. Unfortunately for you, Melissa and Barb sit down to watch the news. You can feel the redheads eyes on you and it takes everything you have not to look up.

“Okay fine, I’ll see if it’s a match.” You tell your friend swiping right on the very pretty woman. You certainly had a type.

“Did your landlord get everything fixed at home, sweetheart?” Barb asks oblivious to your lie.

“Oh that,” you wave the comment off, “Yeah it wasn’t a huge deal. Took a couple hours to fix but it’s all good.”

While avoiding Melissa’s gaze, her eyes are locked on you so intensely that you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“What are you two up to over there?”

Finally lifting your head, you meet familiar eyes noting the sadness in them. You feel sorry for only a moment reminding yourself that she caused this.

“Casanova has a cutie in her DMs.” Jacob gives the two a giddy smile shimmying his shoulders.

“Okay, calm down before you explode.” You roll your eyes locking the device. “I haven’t been on there in about a year, I think it’s time to get out there.” You lock eyes with the redhead once more almost challenging her. Her move.

“Huh, I didn’t know you did all that. I pegged you for a relationship kinda girl.”

So that’s how shes going to play it. You could do the same.

“Yeah well usually I am. Seems like that’s the thing people want least now.” You clench your jaw. “The last woman I was seeing played too much.”

Melissa’s false tough guy bravado breaks at this moment, her soft side showing. “Hon-“

“Anyway,” you cut her off standing up. “I should get upstairs. I have some graded tests to pass out.”

After you leave the lounge Barb looks at her friend with a quirked brow. “Melissa what in gods name was that about?”

“Long story, Barb. I’ll tell ya later.” She explains quickly getting up headed for your classroom.

Upstairs you walk around the desks passing out the kids’ tests trying to zone out a little longer before the school day starts. Your thoughts are consumed by Melissa and you chastise yourself for it. She didn’t want a relationship, you did. That was the end of it. Time to move on.

Coming to your doorway Melissa leans against the frame for a moment watching you move.

“Don’t just stand there, Melissa.” You sigh turning to face her. Standing rows of desks apart you look at her again, unable to read her this time.

“Let me get this out,” Melissa huffs holding her hands up in surrender. “I dunno why you want a relationship with me of all people, I really don’t. But I shouldn’t treat you like the way I’ve been treating you and I’m sorry.” She lets out moving a few steps closer to you.

“You don’t know why,” you laugh sadly to yourself. You always did your best to show her how amazing she is, how lovable she is, how gorgeous she is. You were at a loss, “How do you not see what I see? You care so much about these kids, you’re so mushy and loving even though you try to hide it behind your leather and eyeliner, you’re goofy and can always make me laugh no matter what, and you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Is that enough?” You huff, ready to give up.

Melissa is taken aback. She knew feelings were involved but she had no idea you felt that much for her. Taking a small step forward to close the space between you two she moves swiftly wrapping her arms around your neck, you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around her waist when her lips meet yours in a gentle, loving kiss. Any anger you still had melts away at her touch, the taste of vanilla from her morning coffee still on her tongue.

Pulling away with a hum she keeps her arms loose around your neck.

“Will you go on a date with me, hon?”

Grinning like an idiot you nod. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Mel.”

[cataboliac]

Enkindle

A sequel to Ignite Son Seungwan 11k words

*Hey Wendy, are you at practice today?*

Trembling fingers typed out the message, a hesitation lingering in each keystroke. Releasing a deep breath, you then hit the send button. The cold air seemed to thicken—your body grappling with the nerves that had been building up all day. The whirring noise did little to calm the unease as you anxiously waited for her response.

*Hon! Yes. We are about to finish up. Isn’t it early morning where you are now?*

You smile—Wendy has no suspicions whatsoever. The plan is going smoothly. 

*I just wanted to start the day right by messaging you first, that’s all.*

*You really know how to make me smile.*

You longed to hear those words from that soothing voice, not distorted behind a microphone or a speaker. 

*I miss you so much. Will I see you again for Christmas?*

Her question replaces the nervousness with guilt. You have a definite answer, but she can't know just yet. 

The standard excuse would have to do for now. 

*Sorry Wannie. I am not sure about the holidays. I’ll keep you updated though, okay?*

*I understand, don't worry. I’m just a bit nervous about our comeback show tomorrow. Wish you were here to see it.*

Seungwan has no idea she's in for such a big surprise.

*You're the best group out there. You're gonna crush it. I will stay up to watch it!*

*I love you. Thank you for always knowing how to cheer me up. Good morning! And good night! :) <3 *

*Goodnight Wannie, I love you too.*

“And see you tomorrow,” you murmur as you look out the porthole. The hum of the engine finally became a comforting backdrop as you neared the end of this carefully orchestrated surprise.  The bright Korean skyline slowly comes into view—the warm glow of lights welcoming you home—as the plane makes its final landing approach to Incheon Airport. 

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Two years have flown by since you left Korea. The rhythm of your days found a new beat on the chilly streets of your hometown of San Francisco, where you busied yourself teaching choreography classes. You were no longer bound by the constraints of a strict schedule or dietary regimen, relishing in the anonymity that accompanied the bustling life. Rarely did anyone recognize you, and in this newfound simplicity, you were living.

Yet, the plainness of your new life couldn't fill the void that persisted in your heart. No matter how hard you tried to occupy your time, a significant part of you remained in Seoul. You left many friends and family, leaving an unmistakable ache.

Especially the absence of the love of your life. 

Despite agreeing to a long-distance relationship, you and Seungwan were entering unknown territory. It terrified you both to the core. But you found a way to make it work, communicating daily through messages and video calls. Whether it was before dawn or late at night, your day wouldn't feel complete without sharing moments with each other. The longing for physical closeness only intensified as time passed—the desire to return to Korea echoed persistently in your mind.

Thankfully, you saw each other a few times last year. The previous visit was for Christmas—nearly 11 months ago. You both knew that these sporadic reunions were not sustainable in the long run. The absence of physical intimacy, the constant effort to maintain emotional connections, and the doubts lingering in your minds all pointed towards an inevitable ending.

But you weren't willing to let it end like that.

That's why, since your last trip, you've been quietly discussing plans with friends and family. This next trip will hopefully be more permanent—a chance for a more lasting connection.

You hated keeping Seungwan in the dark, but on the other hand, you didn't want to give her false hope if the plan fell through. It was more important to ensure this worked for a long-term stay before telling her.

Your musings are interrupted by the last of your luggage passing by you on the conveyor belt. Thankfully, you grab it effortlessly and lump it onto the trolley. With all of your belongings in check, you head outside. 

As you exit the revolving doors of Incheon Airport, the icy fresh air of Korea greets you once more in its cold, loving embrace as you step out the doors of Incheon Airport. You have almost forgotten how unforgiving the nippy chill of your hometown can be, forcing you to zip up the rest of your jacket. It is so cold you could see the vapor escaping your mouth as you exhale. 

Your phone suddenly rings, making you jump in surprise. You’ve been on guard tonight because you didn’t want news of you arriving in Korea. You quickly check your phone, only to release an exasperated sigh.

*Hey, have you landed yet? :P *

*Sooyoung… I told you not to message me when you’re with Seungwan…*

*So you did land! Welcome back! :P *

*And stop worrying so much! The other three are keeping Seungwan busy. And how will you know where to enter tomorrow? :P *

Inhaling deeply, you release a breath, expelling all the pent-up nerves. Your shoulders gradually relax, a noticeable lightness replacing the tension. Admittedly, there's a twinge of anxiety about tomorrow, but Sooyoung's wisdom prevails—let the plan unfold naturally.

*Fine, fine. What is the plan for tomorrow?*

While waiting for Sooyoung's text, you navigate your trolley through the parking lot in search of your ride to the Airbnb. A distant flash of car headlights grabs your attention. As you draw near, the familiar silver van evokes a wave of fond memories, a visual echo of countless rides to various schedules.

You stand in front of the van—and without warning—the passenger door opens, and someone engulfs into you with a hug.

"You bastard! It is so good to see you again!" Jaesung crushes you with a bear hug, almost taking the air out of your lungs. You manage to reciprocate, laughing as he whips you around like a ragdoll. He was always the most affectionate and most sociable among your group mates. 

"Never change, man. Never change. Now let me in the car!" 

With the help of Jaesung you get your things in the van and leave the parking lot without anyone recognizing you. With some breathing time, Jaesung catches you up on the latest news around the company.

"And all the new trainees are super talented! We try to be more lenient with them, especially the younger ones in school,” Jaesung says excitedly. He decided to stay with the company and help train the new talent.

“This new role really fits you Jae. I'm glad you stayed.” It helps that Jaesung was the leader of your group before getting disbanded.  

“And soon we will be complete again! Once everyone is free,” Jaesung says, a hopeful—and now—realistic wish now that you are here. 

"Just focus on your surprise with your 'Wannie' baby," Jaesung adds, his cutesy teasing tone making you cover your face in embarrassment. 

The van stops at your destination just in time to save you from more teasing. However, this is not the Airbnb you booked. This actually looks like the subdivision you used to live in.

“Jae, what are we doing here?” you ask him as he helps bring your luggage down from the van.

“This is my surprise to you. Open up your hand.” Fearing another of his famous pranks, you reluctantly open your hand to Jaesung, and he drops you the key to your old apartment—the familiar orange keychain still attached.

“No way…”

“Yeah, way! Don’t worry about it, okay? We talked to the place you booked, and we will figure it out. I kept the place tidy for you. And you got it all to yourself for a week cause I will be out for team building with the trainees. I am sure you will have only one guest over." 

You jingle the keys in your hand, a cascade of memories flooding your mind. From returning home after misadventures to triumphant schedules and that unforgettable night when you confessed to Seungwan—that apartment was a safe space for you.

“I don’t know what to say… just thank you so much Jae.”

“Don't get too sentimental on me yet! Now give me another hug.” The two of you embrace. Jaesung is the heart and soul of your group. The brotherly bonds never faded over time—they only grew stronger. 

"Rest up. You have a surprise tomorrow. See you next week, lover boy!”

Jaesung enters the elevator, and you wave goodbye to each other. Feeling inspired by his thoughtful gesture, you turn towards the door of your old apartment with newfound confidence in your plan. Just then, your phone rings, bringing a detailed message from Sooyoung about the surprise strategy. A smile slowly spreads across your face until it reaches its edges. The realization hits you like a speeding train—you are finally on the verge of reuniting with Seungwan.

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Red Velvet bows and thanks their audience again for coming to support them. They did not want to leave the stage, but they still had lots to do for the next day. The standing ovation reverberates through the concert hall, the thunderous cheers accompanying their descent down a corridor toward the private room. In the wake of their performance, the members of their dedicated staff resoundingly offer their congratulations for yet another triumphant fan-sign event.

The excitement from the event engulfs Seungwan in a surge of dopamine, saturating her heart with indescribable joy—the feeling is still the same no matter how far someone is in their career. Being back on stage and able to perform is a feeling she could never trade away. It distracted her from thinking about other things. 

Specifically, it distracted her from her thoughts of him. She really wished he could be there, but she knew affording a flight to Korea was no small feat. Seungwan missed it all—the simple touch of his hands, his cheering that pumped her up, the fiery devotion that set her soul on fire. Missing the love of her life came in waves, and sometimes Seungwan felt she was drowning. 

At least for now, Seungwan can surface and put all those negative feelings at the back of her mind and focus all her energy on the comeback. 

While they walked, the members stuck close to Seungwan, feeling more affectionate than usual. Sooyoung wrapped around Seungwan’s shoulder, holding her close to her side.

"Such a fun fan sign! I even got this cute toy from this sweet fan," Sooyoung says as she holds out a miniature plushie of herself.

"Hey, why didn't I get one? Obvious favoritism!" Yeri shouts, playfully narrowing her eyes and making the others chuckle.

"It doesn't feel so long since our last comeback, but the feeling never gets old," Seulgi says as she throws an arm around Seungwan’'s waist.

Joohyun, who was ahead of everyone, opens the door to their room and peaks inside. She smiles knowingly—satisfied with what she sees—then closes the door and waits for everyone to come closer. 

Everyone stops in front of Joohyun, much to Seungwan's bewilderment. "Is there something wrong?" Seungwan asks.

“I took a quick peek inside and saw something interesting. I think it is for all of us,” Joohyun says as she opens the door and steps inside.

“Oh, a surprise?! Let’s see!” Yeri exclaims excitedly.

Everyone enters the room, but the rest hang by the door to let Seungwan explore first. 

The room started off simple with basic furniture. Now, it's transformed, decked out in oriental banners, colorful streamers, and red and black wallpaper that matches the classy Chill Kill theme. Giant balloons proudly declare "Congratulations" on one wall. But the most fascinating part is the center table, adorned with a red gift-wrapped box and a bunch of violets—Seungwan's favorite flowers.

Seungwan is left utterly speechless, her mind swarming with a million questions. Slowly, she approaches the bouquet and spots an envelope with her name on it, casually leaning against the box. As she picks it up, her heart skips a beat or two. The distinct cursive handwriting is unmistakably his.

A rush of emotions hits Seungwan like a tidal wave. As she reached for the thick, cream-colored envelope, Seungwan's hands trembled. The weight of emotions threatened to overwhelm her, and she struggled to steady her breathing as tears blurred her vision. Her heart pounded in her chest, aching with anticipation. Trying to control her shaky fingers, she tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter inside.

Congratulations on the comeback Wannie! Words cannot put how lucky I am to have met you, that my love is yours, and our two lives are woven and welded together. I will always be beside you. I promise. 

As Seungwan read the words on the page, her heart began to flutter, and her cheeks flushed rosy red. She couldn't help but embrace the letter tightly against her chest, imagining the feeling of his arms around her. The bouquet of freshly picked flowers, a mystery gift tucked within, and now this heartfelt letter; he always had a way of surprising her. Yet, as grateful as she was for these tokens of love, they reminded her of his absence. The room felt emptier than ever as if it longed for him to fill it with his presence. These conflicting emotions stirred in Seungwan's heart, intensifying her longing for him even more.

“This…this is so beautiful. I really wished you were here,” she says, hoping the winds carry her words to the other side of the world.

“I always got your back.” 

Seungwan freezes, her body reacting to that familiar voice—the hairs on her skin rising, hands shaking, and knees threatening to give out. Memories of doubts and fears resurface, remnants of a time when she believed she might never be together with the love of her life again. Those thoughts lingered in the shadows of her mind, haunting her, especially when she was all alone.

Will I ever see him again?

Will he be the same?

Does he truly love me?

Then, that deep, unmistakable baritone voice filled the room, and Seungwan couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over her. She had always held a special place for him in her heart, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet table in a restaurant—a place she kept safe, hoping she wouldn't be left waiting. 

And today, her date had finally arrived. 

It was a moment she had been eagerly waiting for, yet also dreading—for Seungwan's biggest fear was losing him and being left alone once again. But she was determined to let go of her fears and embrace him with open arms.

She had worked tirelessly to elevate her love above the paralyzing clutches of fear, constantly striving to better herself so he would see her proud of the growth she had nurtured. 

Seungwan believed in miracles and held onto the belief that everyone is meant to live a life full of passion, purpose, and magic. As an idol, it was her duty to share this belief with others and spread positivity wherever she went.

As she turned around, Seungwan finally laid eyes on the one person she had been yearning for so long; her faith was finally rewarded. A warm smile spread on her face as she took in his features. In this beautiful moment, all her worries melted away, and she knew that everything would be okay with him by her side.

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It had been approximately 11 months, 12 days, and 23 hours since you last saw Son Seungwan in person. The sight of her now feels like a lightning strike, transporting you back to the moment she first captured your heart. Those full honey lips that speak words of kindness, full moon eyes that seek out the good in people, gentle hair that tumbled in such rich autumnal hues—love grew, yet she still is the same woman you fell so hard in love with.

“Wendy—”

Before you can say another word, Seungwan closes the distance between you and throws herself into your arms with a hug so tight it seems she will never let you go again. You embrace her firmly, taking a step back from the force of her impact. Your collar becomes wet with her tears as she cries out in disbelief while clinging to you. You rub her back soothingly, hoping to alleviate the flood of emotions within her.

"I am here," you repeat to her—and to reassure yourself.

A couple sniffles are heard behind you. "Girls, let's give the two some alone time," Joohyun says as she leads the girls out of the room.  

It takes a moment for Seungwan's breathing to slow. She pulls away from the side of your neck, those hypnotic brown eyes finally meeting yours.

"Ow!" you suddenly cry out as a sharp pain between your shoulder blades shoots up; Seungwan's hand connects with your back.

“How could you do that to me? Making me cry in my makeup and in front of the girls. They are going to tease me to death…” Seungwan says with a pout, but her eyes beam with radiant joy. 

Using your free hand, you retrieve a handkerchief from your pocket to gently dab away the excess tears and makeup that had smudged her face—though she was beautiful regardless. When finished, you return the cloth to its place and hold her face in your hands.

Unfortunately, you could not contain the guilt that was eating you up. “I am so sorry. I didn't want you to hold on to any false hope. I needed to be sure I could stay here longer. I am so sorry–"

Seungwan's velvety lips claim yours with such passion that the weight of any apologies you carry melts away. Your body responds instinctively to her warmth, your lips dancing in perfect unison with hers. As you close your eyes, you are enveloped in a sensory symphony—the plush sensation of each kiss, her favorite fruity perfume invading your senses, and the hint of her sweet strawberry lip tint adding to the intoxicating experience. Your hands move from her face to her shoulders, pulling her closer in a warm embrace as you reacquaint yourself with the feeling of her touch. She sighs contentedly, drawing you nearer as if coaxing out more breath from your lungs.

She breaks the kiss, leaning on your forehead, catching her breath. "Don't you dare say sorry, please. You are here, and that means everything to me."

You exhale, the tension finally dissipating from your body. “Okay. Okay, I won’t.”

“How did you manage to plan all of this?” she asks as she thumbs your cheek and caresses your chin.

“A couple months worth of planning. I had to coordinate a lot with your members and manager.”

“How long are you staying?” 

"Actually… that’s the best part. I am planning to stay in Korea. Possibly for good." The words roll off your tongue effortlessly.

Seungwan's jaw drops, the words short-circuiting her mind in disbelief. "Wait… you’re not leaving?"

You smile, realizing the weight of your words. “I am here to stay.”

Seungwan snuggles into the warmth of your embrace, her laughter ringing in the room in pure disbelief and happiness. After moments of tears, this was a welcomed change, a beautiful call of joy filling the room as she hugged you tighter. Lifting her off the ground, you spin around in an impromptu dance, caught up in the euphoric moment. The realization that you can now share your life together after being apart for so long hits you both with a rush of emotion.

"Wait, did you just propose?!"

"And did you say yes?!"

"Girls! Let them have their moment!"

The rest of Red Velvet stands by the open door, Sooyoung and Yeri playfully held back by Seulgi and Joohyun. You stop and gently set Seungwan on her feet as the others eagerly await your answer. With the moment gone, you intertwine your fingers with hers, content to bask in the romantic moment amidst your friends' presence.

"Don't worry about it. We'll have plenty more opportunities," you say as you lay a gentle kiss on Seungwan's hand. She leans on your shoulder, attempting to conceal her face, not as confident yet in displays of affection in front of her group.

“Ew, too cheesy. I will let it go for now since we get to see Wendy squirm like this,” Seulgi says, holding up her phone to take some pictures. “Did you open your gift yet?” Joohyun asks Seungwan. 

You see the gift box left unopened. Letting Seungwan go, you grab the gift and hand it to her. “Go ahead! I can’t wait for you to see it.”

Seungwan unties the ribbon, allowing it to gracefully fall to the ground. She carefully removes the wrapping paper, revealing a simple black box with no distinguishing features. As she gently shakes it, a faint rattling sound can be heard from within. Intrigued, she lifts the lid, revealing a stunning silver heart necklace. You watch as she becomes enamored with the necklace, running her fingers over its texture and holding it up for a closer look. The other girls gather around her, gushing over the romantic gift.

"I know you already have almost everything, but I wanted to get you something special. Something I haven't given you before... so here it is." Your words come out slightly nervous, unintentionally giving away your feelings, but Seungwan wraps you in another warm hug.

"It's perfect. Will you put it on me?"

She turns around, lifting her hair to expose her slender neck. You take the necklace and delicately place it around her neck, securing the clasp. Turning back around, Seungwan beams at you and plays with the heart pendant hanging from the chain. It does look perfect on her.

"You look beautiful."

As Seulgi snaps a photo and the rest of the girls coo in admiration, this romantic moment is now captured in both of your memories. Your hand seeks hers again, intertwining your fingers and savoring her tender touch.

"Will you join us for dinner?" she asks.

"I wish I could, but I've got to see my grandparents tonight." You catch Seungwan's slight pout, but you squeeze her hand reassuringly.

"I know the group is busy tomorrow, so I made sure to reserve you all to myself the day after, okay?"

Seungwan glances at her group, and they nod back reassuringly. You've ensured a whole day-date, a semblance of a regular routine day with her.

"You really planned for everything. I'm so excited for our day together," she says, kissing you on the cheek.

"And thank you, girls, you've all been amazing with the planning," you acknowledge the girls.

"You better make sure not to hurt her, okay?" Joohyun threatens though the laughter that ensues indicates she's only joking.

As everyone pitches in to help the staff dismantle the decorations, you catch up with the rest of the group. Tomorrow is slated with radio promotions and another music show. Yeri teases about her solo album for next year, adding extra motivation for this comeback. Sooyoung shares updates on her dating life with Crush. Joohyun plans to focus more on acting, while Seulgi is gearing up to delve deeper into studying music production. With the tidying up almost complete, you accompany the girls to the exit.

"I'll see you in two days, okay?" You embrace Seungwan, inhaling her sweet, flowery perfume, still in disbelief that she's in your arms.

"I will. I'm so happy you're back." Seungwan places a tender kiss on your lips before joining the rest of the girls outside.

Finally, alone in the hallway, you slowly lower yourself into an empty chair, a wave of mental and emotional exhaustion washing over you from the whirlwind of the past couple of hours. As you sit there, you can't help but imagine the countless plans for your upcoming date with Seungwan—the words you want to say, the moments you want to share. 

“It’s a date.”

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“Stupid jetlag!” 

You quickly try to freshen up, one hand clutching onto your towel while the other manages a toothbrush in your mouth. The relentless jet lag caused you to sleep through the alarm. Seungwan is about to arrive, and you're not even close to being ready.

After a quick mouth rinse, you rush to your closet to look for the outfit you meticulously planned for the day. Just as you pull your shirt over your head, the doorbell chimes. 

"Hold on a sec!" you shout as loud as you can. 

As you finish adjusting your shirt and straightening your collar in the mirror, you notice a few stray hairs and quickly tame them with a comb. You double-check your pockets to make sure you have everything you need before confidently heading towards the door. But before turning the knob, you pause and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for what lies beyond. With a calm exhale, you twist the doorknob and are greeted by a breathtaking sight.

Seungwan radiates confidence in her stylish winter ensemble, a crisp white coat effortlessly draped over her figure. Underneath, an oversized black sweater and a pair of form-fitting jeans show off her curves. Her smile is infectious, lighting up her cheeks that you love to pinch. Her luscious chocolate-hued locks fall freely around her shoulders, the delicate snowflakes adorning them like jewels in a crown. Seungwan's impeccable sense of fashion only adds to her breathtaking beauty—she could make heads turn at every corner.

“It's rude to stare, love,” she playfully chides, the familiar line eliciting a smile from you.

"Sorry, I'm not used to seeing snow angels walk."

"Ugh, too cheesy and still a terrible flirt. You need to relearn my tricks," Seungwan teases, and the two of you share a warm hug, sealed with a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I could use a refresher course. Maybe with a private demonstration?"

"Now, that's a bit better," Seungwan giggles, seemingly satisfied with your response. Banter with her feels as natural as breathing.

"What was with all the noise a while ago?" she asks.

You blush, scratching your head in embarrassment. "You heard all of that? I… kinda woke up late. I was pretty excited for today."

"You are so adorable. What are we doing today anyway?" she asks, sliding her gloved hand into yours.

"Lunch out, grocery shopping after, then I cook you a nice dinner back here. We end the night with a nice movie. How does that sound?" After closing the door, you lead Seungwan by the hand, embarking on a journey towards your date.

“That sounds like a lovely day.”

Today is the dreaded Monday, marking the start of a new work week. As you board the train, you find it teeming with all sorts of individuals—from diligent students to dedicated salarymen, engrossed in the routine of their daily commutes. The air carries a palpable sense of anticipation, passengers absorbed in their smartphones, occasionally stealing glances in expectation of their respective stops. 

However, for you, Monday unfolds as a comforting embrace of normalcy. This is an opportunity for you and Seungwan to revel in the simple authenticity of being yourselves—even if it is just for today. The disguises you two have ensured you won't be recognized, allowing yourselves to go with the flow of people. To the casual observer, you and Seungwan appear as just another couple navigating their way through the ordinary rhythm of a morning commute.

“Arriving at Myeong-dong Station. Please exit on this side"

"This is our stop; let's go! Ready for some lunch?" you ask, leading Seungwan through the sea of people in search of the exit.

Emerging onto the bustling Myeong-dong Shopping Street, the air becomes an enticing medley of delectable aromas from the food vendors. Amid the crowd, you instinctively draw Seungwan closer, ensuring she doesn't get lost in the lively atmosphere. The vendors enthusiastically beckon passersbys to sample their diverse specialties. The sizzling sounds emanating from the pans awaken your appetite, making you lick your lips in anticipation. Although it's been a while since your last visit, the enchantment of this place floods you with cherished memories—and sparks the potential for new ones in the future.

"Anything in mind? You've got an endless supply of food choices." It's been more than a year since you last visited, and the place is surprisingly bustling for this time of day.

Seungwan squeals in joy, already tugging you around to explore the food stalls. "Then what are you waiting for? Let’s go!!"

You observe as Seungwan scans the vibrant street, her eyes searching for anything interesting among the colorful food stalls. Suddenly, her gaze locks onto a stall with skewers. As you both draw closer, the irresistible scent of grilled meat wafts through the air, captivating your senses. The cook applies a generous layer of butter on the hot grill before slowly placing a square Wagyu cube onto the surface. You both watch in anticipation as the meat begins to sizzle and cook to perfection, the savory aroma intensifying with each passing moment.

"How about these? They look amazing!"

Agreeing with her choice, you both approach the vendor. They greet you with a friendly smile as you pick a variety of skewers—odeng, succulent meats, and even some grilled vegetables. You grab the first of the sticks, giving one to Seungwan. Her eyes light up with delight as she chews into the beef. 

"This is so yummy! What's next?"

As you and Seungwan wander through the bustling street market, your eyes dart from one colorful food stall to the next. The sweet aroma of freshly made pancakes entices you, while spicy tteokbokki calls Seungwan from a nearby grill. You both eagerly try different dishes, laughing as you compare flavors and textures. Your stomachs eventually reach their limit, and Seungwan spots a cozy café tucked away in a quiet corner. With relief, you sink into plush chairs, relishing the memories made and the delicious treats still lingering on your tongues.

“I’m stuffed, the tteokbokki finished me,” Seungwan says as she rubs her stomach, sitting down next to you.

“That’s because you had two servings,” you tease, earning you a slap on the shoulder. 

“I can’t help it if it's my favorite snack.” 

Relaxing in the warm and inviting atmosphere of this café, you chat casually while enjoying your hot chocolate and Americano. Seungwan leans against you comfortably, and together you watch people walking by outside. The usual stress of strict managers, rabid fans, and a rigid schedule fades away as you both savor the simple joy of being in the present moment.

"Ready to move?" you ask, and Seungwan nods after sipping the last of her drink. Slipping back into the lively crowd, you guide her to the next destination—an inviting supermarket.

"Next on our agenda: grocery shopping! Any special requests for tonight's menu?" 

Seungwan ponders for a moment, her expression playfully pouting in thought. "I've been craving some spicy beef soup lately... that's not too difficult, right?"

"Not at all! We can definitely do that. The ingredients should be easy to find," you assure her with a grin.

You push a grocery cart confidently through the supermarket, starting with spices and making your way to vegetables before finishing with the crucial component: meat. Seungwan's sharp eye spots the perfect beef brisket, and you add a bottle of soju for a tasty pairing.

At the cashier, you hand over your card and notice the lingering gaze of the cashier as he inspects your name with a subtle smile on his lips. He nods at you, hinting at recognition. Seungwan looks over, also confused by the cashier's behavior.

After paying and packing up your groceries, the cashier bids farewell with a friendly wink.

"Thanks for choosing our store.”

"I always have your back!" he adds.

You're taken aback by his words—your catchphrase.

As you leave the store, a sense of comfort washes over you thanks to the subtle acknowledgment from the cashier. It's a reminder that you can make an impact, and this thought stays with you as you step back into the busy streets.

“We should take a taxi; we got a lot of stuff to carry,” you suggest. 

The clock strikes 4:00 pm. The blazing tangerine sun begins its descent, painting the cerulean sky with a stunning vermillion glow. The streets are bustling with even more people, their voices blending in a symphony of noise. After searching for a while, you finally hail a taxi to take you home. As the car navigates through the bright city lights, Seungwan rests peacefully on your shoulder. You can't help but reflect on the day that has passed—a whirlwind of emotions, shared laughter, and moments with someone who truly understands you. Though this adventure has ended, the warmth it sparked lingers, promising an intimate evening ahead.

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The keys jingle in your hand as you insert them into your front door, the metallic locks engaging as the knob turns. "Finally, home sweet home."

You place the groceries in the fridge, waiting to be used for tonight's cooking session. Beyond the kitchen lay the soft glow of the living room, ready to cradle you both in the embrace of a movie night. As the sky turned into a black carpet peppered with shining stars,  the possibility of a connection transcended the ordinary, etching the day into the tapestry of unforgettable memories.

"Hey, want to take a break before we cook?" Seungwan suggests, patting the empty space beside her on the couch.

"We?" you inquire as you settle next to her. Seungwan pulls you in, her arms encircling your waist, snuggling closer. "I don't mind the help, but today is all about you." 

Seungwan giggles, rewarding you with a quick peck on the lips.  "You're always so thoughtful, but it’s our day. Plus, how will I know you won't accidentally set the place on fire?"

"Oh, you might be surprised by how much I've improved," you counter, playfully jabbing a finger into her side and attacking her ticklish spot. Seungwan bursts into laughter, thrashing your arms.

"Wait! Enough! Okay, I trust you for later! Now hush, and let me cuddle with you a bit longer."

You both sink into the plush fabric of the couch, her body pressed against yours. The room is quiet except for the sounds of her steady breaths, which match the gentle movements of her chest. Your fingers slowly explore her smooth skin, rediscovering every inch of her porcelain complexion. In this peaceful moment, you exchange soft kisses on each other's foreheads and cheeks, occasionally lingering on each other's lips in a tender embrace.

The peace is abruptly broken by the sound of your stomach growling like a machine, making the two of you howl in laughter. 

“How are you always so hungry?” 

“I mean, we did walk around a lot today. Come on, dinner won’t cook itself.”

After washing your hands, a delightful surprise awaits as two arms lovingly snake around your waist. Turning around, you find Seungwan with a mischievous grin, playfully tying an apron around you. "Ready to showcase your cooking prowess?"

"Absolutely prepared to dazzle you with my culinary magic!" you exclaim, punctuating your words with an exaggerated twirl of your hands. Gathering the groceries from the fridge, you arrange them across the kitchen counter in a colorful display.

"Magic, huh? Well, I'm ready to be enchanted. What's our first spell?" Seungwan quips.

You slide the vegetables and the wooden chopping board over to Seungwan. "How about you work your magic with these? Chop them up while I prepare the meat."

Seungwan nods eagerly and grabs a nearby knife. She grabs a radish and skillfully chops it into uniform squares. Meanwhile, you expertly portion the meat into chunks, placing them into a generously sized pot you had readied earlier.

Amid the rhythmic chopping, you lean close to Seungwan, your warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. "You know, you're the best chef any culinary wizard could ask for."

Her cheeks blush with a delightful warmth. Seungwan steals a quick kiss on your cheek before cheekily pushing you away. "Keep those compliments coming, and I might just grant you access to a... special tasting."

“Be careful, I would do more than just taste,” you quip back, making Seungwan blush even more than the spices she is expertly mixing.

It takes a while to carefully arrange all the meat and radish into the pot. After setting the heat to medium and closing the lid, you join Seungwan in cutting up the rest of the vegetables. In the midst of the chopping, you open the fridge, retrieving the bottle of soju. You uncork it, pouring a shot for each of you. Tapping Seungwan's shoulder to grab her attention, you propose a toast.

“Let’s take a quick break before I check on the meat. What should we toast to?” you ask, raising your glass to Seungwan.

She reciprocates the gesture, intertwining her hand with yours. “To us. I still can’t believe you are here; it means the world to me. Thank you for the best surprise ever”

“To us.”

The two of you clink your glasses and then down the shot, savoring the sweet strawberry flavor swirling around your tongues and down your throats. A swift kiss on Seungwan's forehead punctuates this intimate moment before focusing back on the simmering pot. 

With practiced precision, you carefully remove any impurities from the stew and discard them in the waste can. A satisfied grin spreads across your face as you examine the perfectly cooked meat, even inserting a knife to confirm its tenderness. You add it to the bowl of spices Seungwan has meticulously prepared, and you mix everything together with care, taking turns when one of you gets tired. Once everything is well-mixed, you transfer the flavorful combination into a clean pot, turning up the heat and sealing it with a lid.

All that remains is to wait for the 15-minute timer to sound off. As you head back to the couch, you notice Seungwan making her way to your bedroom with her bag in tow.

"I'm going to take a quick shower. And no, you can't join. Not yet, anyway," Seungwan declares, followed by a playful giggle and a wink in your direction.

You stare, dumbfounded, as Seungwan gracefully removes her shirt in one fluid motion. A fleeting glimpse of her bare back adorned with a red lacy bra almost takes your breath away. But before you can fully process the sight, her discarded t-shirt is suddenly covering your face, obscuring your view. You hear the door to your room close and know she's left, but a soft laugh escapes your lips as you fold her shirt and place it on the couch. With some time alone, you browse through popular romance movies while eagerly anticipating the intimate magic that will unfold with Seungwan after her refreshing shower.

You stumble upon the perfect movie just as the alarm announces that dinner is finally ready. Swiftly turning off the TV, you make a beeline for the kitchen. Lifting the lid, you give the stew a stir before seizing a spoon to sample the creation. The spicy tang of the soup dances on your tongue, each spice contributing to a delightful symphony of flavors. The vegetables are cooked to perfection—soft and infused with the spices. You relish the rich essence of the meat, savoring its tenderness as you taste a piece.

“I heard the alarm! How does it taste?” Seungwan's voice echoes from the hallway, her footsteps drawing nearer.

“Try it yourself! You are in for a treat.”

Seungwan strolls into the kitchen, clad in an oversized black long-sleeved blouse, paired with her favorite gray sweatpants. The ensemble is simple yet exudes comfort and elegance. As she glides past you to fetch a spoon, the delightful scent of her favorite fruity shampoo lingers in your mind, causing your heart to flutter ever so slightly. Observing her tasting the soup, you witness her face light up like a Christmas tree, a radiant expression that adds warmth to the homey kitchen atmosphere.

"Wow, that Yukgaejang is delicious! Consider me charmed, my magical chef," Seungwan exclaims, accompanying her words with a high-five.

"Glad that it impressed you. Couldn't have done it without my wonderful sous chef," you respond with a grin.

"You've definitely stepped up your game! Come on, let’s set the table; I'm starving!"

Together, you and Seungwan set the table with plates and silverware for two. You carefully place the pot on a sturdy surface so that it will not damage the delicate cloth underneath. Seungwan brings over the already open bottle of soju and pours two shots. The fragrant stew is served, and you both sit at the table, ready to enjoy the fruits of your culinary collaboration.

Seungwan raises her shot glass, proposing a toast once again. “What should we give thanks for this time?”

You pause, deep in thought, while you rest your chin on your hand before coming up with an answer. “Let's toast to a successful comeback for you! I hope you get to showcase your beautiful voice even more.”

Seungwan's cheeks turn a deep shade of red as she laughs in delight at your praise. Together, you down the shot and quickly express gratitude for the food before eagerly digging in.

The meat was cooked to perfection, a tender and succulent masterpiece that effortlessly parted with every bite. The blend of spices was impeccable, offering a subtle sting that elevated the flavors and made your taste buds dance. As you sipped on the smooth soju, it complemented the meal in perfect harmony, adding a touch of warmth and depth to each dish. Your conversations with Seungwan were seamless, transitioning between updates from the fast-paced idol world to the simple nuances and joys of your everyday lives. The laughter and chatter rose and fell like a soothing melody, creating an atmosphere of comfort and closeness amidst the feast before you.

Seungwan savors the last spoonful of her soup, letting out a satisfied exhale and tenderly rubbing her stomach. "Okay, now I'm absolutely stuffed. It tasted just like Mom's cooking!"

"I've been practicing some of your favorite dishes, just in case," you confess, avoiding direct eye contact. Nervousness tingles through you as you admit this, the desire for the evening to be perfect for her evident.

"You're such a sweetheart. Thanks for remembering." Seungwan rises from her seat, dashing over to you and enveloping you in a tight, appreciative hug.

“Anything for you.” 

The two of you tidy up the remnants of dinner, carefully storing the leftovers in a Tupperware container. After placing the food in the fridge, you excuse yourself for a quick shower while Seungwan prepares for movie night. 

Under the soothing stream of hot water, you reflect on the special day spent with her. Usually, plans can fall apart, yet tonight has been nothing short of perfect. You hope there are little days like these to share with her in the busy years to come. After a brisk drying off and a quick change of clothes, you find Seungwan engrossed in her phone, a bowl of popcorn perched on the table, and the movie already queued up.

“What's the movie about?” Seungwan inquires as she cozies up to you, resting her head on your chest. Your arms envelop her waist, and your legs naturally intertwine with hers, creating an intimate embrace.

“It's called 'Nothing Serious.' So it's about two strangers who despise dating but meet through an app. Sounds cliché, but Sooyoung highly recommended it.”

"I'm a total sucker for these chick flicks! What are we waiting for?" she exclaims, eagerly reaching for the remote and clicking the play button. 

The film seemingly starts with a standard storyline: two individuals, weary of the dating scene, decide to give a dating app one last shot. Yet, what captivates you about the movie are the authentic characters and a plot that unfolds with logical precision. 

Personally, you find a connection with the male lead. The character arc, shifting from one job to another, mirrors the quest for a stable connection—echoing the cycle of moving from one relationship to the next, hoping for something enduring.

On the flip side, the female lead exudes stability but carries the baggage of a long-term relationship. Certain aspects of the character evoke thoughts of Seungwan, and you find yourself entirely absorbed in the narrative.

As the movie progresses, you can't help but steal glances at Seungwan. Her eyes are fixed on the screen, her expression a mixture of amusement and contemplation. These little moments make you realize how lucky you are to have her by your side. The warmth of her body against yours creates a sense of comfort, a feeling that makes you believe in the power of relationships.

Lost in your thoughts, you find yourself wondering about the future. Where do you see yourself and Seungwan in five years? Ten years? The possibilities seem endless, yet you can't help but feel a tinge of apprehension. Will your relationship withstand the test of time? Will you both be able to navigate the challenges that life throws your way?

But as you steal another glance at Seungwan, her eyes meet yours, and all the doubts wash away. In this moment, it's as if time stands still, and the worries about the future fade into insignificance. Today, with all its wondrous details, comes rushing back to you—the laughter shared over lunch, the gentle touch of her hand on yours during groceries, and her smile lights up the room during dinner.

Seungwan, sensing a shift in your mood, pulls away slightly and looks at you with concern etched across her face. "What's wrong?" she asks softly, her voice filled with genuine worry. 

You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before responding to Seungwan's question. You reach out to her and gently cup her face, your thumb tracing circles on her cheek. 

"Nothing is wrong, Seungwan," you assure her, mustering a small smile. "I was just lost in my thoughts, thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life." Her expression softens as she leans into your touch, her arms slowly intertwining around you. 

"You're the one who makes me feel lucky every single day. You found a way to keep us together and found a way back to me," she whispers, her voice filled with tenderness.

"I know we've both had our fair share of ups and downs, and the future can be uncertain," you confess, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But being here with you. Right now. In this moment, I believe we can face anything together." 

Seungwan's eyes glisten with tears. "I believe it," she replies softly. "We've weathered storms, and nothing could make me happier. We can do this. Together. For the rest of our lives."  

You sit silently for a moment, letting Seungwan's words sink in. She's right, you think to yourself. You've faced obstacles and challenges before, and you've come out stronger together. The doubts and uncertainties about the future fade as a renewed sense of hope and determination washes over you.

With every passing day, your love for each other grew powerful. You navigated through life's challenges hand in hand, supporting and encouraging one another every step of the way. Together, you inspired each other to reach for the stars and chase after your dreams.

As the movie climaxes, you and Seungwan inch closer to each other on the couch. Your eyes flicker from her luscious lips to her awaiting body, unable to decide where to focus first in this moment of intense desire. Your heartbeat thunders in you—overcharged like a thundering storm about to unleash its power. It's as if all the love and passion built up over the years together is now coursing through your veins, causing every nerve ending in your body to spark with electricity. Adrenaline surges through you, making it impossible to sit still as you feel yourself being pulled closer to Seungwan by an irresistible force. The warmth of her body seeps into your skin, making your heart race and your nerves tingle. 

Seungwan's almond-shaped eyes flicker with a potent mix of desire and vulnerability, revealing the intense emotions below the surface. They dart between your eyes, lingering on your lips with an almost palpable hunger. A glossy sheen coats her full, pouty mouth as she licks it hungrily, biting down gently with trembling anticipation. Each rise and fall of her chest is like a heavy drumbeat, her breaths coming in labored gasps that fill the air with heated tension. The deafening silence between you is only broken by the sound of her clothes rustling as her thighs rub together uncontrollably in response to her overwhelming desire for you.

Your other hand trembles as it reaches out to cup Seungwan's face, the need to touch her overwhelming. Your fingers trace every curve and angle of her jawline with aching tenderness, reveling in the softness of her skin beneath your touch. Her breath hit ever so slightly as her eyes searched yours, their depths filled with longing and desire. In this shared gaze, you find solace and reassurance—a silent understanding of all that has led to this moment. The stolen glances whispered confessions, and unspoken declarations culminated in this intense and electric connection between you both.

The flickering images on the screen were a mere background to the intense emotions coursing through the two of you. Seungwan's arms now fully enveloped you, her hold so tight it felt like your ribs might crack under the pressure. Your gaze locked with hers, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing second.

Your voice shook as you bared your heart, desire burning within you.

"I can't hold it in anymore. I need you. Right here and now."

Seungwan's lips curve into a knowing smile, and you lean in to kiss her softly. The taste of her cherry lip balm lingers on your lips as she responds eagerly, her hands tangling in your hair. The heater crackling in the background pales to the heat radiating between your bodies. You can feel Seungwan's quickened breath against your neck as you press closer, your kisses growing more urgent with each passing moment.

Without breaking the embrace, you slowly guide her back onto the plush couch cushions, your body hovering over hers. The sounds of the movie playing on TV fade away as your senses are consumed by the intensity of desire and passion between you.

Your hands explore every inch of Seungwan's body, tracing the curves and contours that have become so familiar to you. You revel in the softness of her skin, the way her body arches beneath your touch, and the way she responds to your every caress.

As your lips continue their dance, your hands find their way to the hem of Seungwan's shirt, slipping underneath the fabric and grazing over her heated flesh. A gasp escapes her lips, mingling with the soft moans that escape your own mouth. The hunger between you intensifies a raw and primal need that cannot be denied. With trembling hands, you begin to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing the swell of her breasts and the lacy fabric of her bra. Your mouth hungrily finds its way to her collarbone, peppering kisses along the delicate curve that hits her sensitive spot that you know drives her crazy, Seungwan moaning even louder into the room.

Her hands grip your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she pulls you closer. The taste of her desire fills your mouth as your lips move from her collarbone to the exposed skin on her chest. You can feel her heart pounding against your lips, matching the rhythm of your own racing heartbeat. The room is filled with an electric energy, each touch igniting a fire within you. You feel the weight of the moment, the merging of souls and bodies in perfect harmony. Seungwan's fingers then fumble with the buttons of your shirt, a sense of urgency driving her actions.

As Seungwan unbuttons the last of your shirt, a cool breeze hits your exposed chest. You and Seungwan pause from your passionate kiss, resting your foreheads against each other. With one final kiss, Seungwan whispers, "Let's go to your room. Right now."

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Seungwan's mind is a jumbled mess of hunger and desire, the sensation swirling through her veins like wildfire. Her voice shakes with urgency, igniting a flame that had long been dormant. Without hesitation, they hurry towards the bedroom, their steps quickened by anticipation and longing.

The dimly lit room transforms into a sanctuary, a haven where time seems to stand still, allowing only the essence of the two souls to matter. The gentle radiance from the bedroom lamp creates soft shadows on the walls, casting an intimate aura over the space. Positioned at the edge of the bed, he locks eyes with Seungwan, a gaze that sends shivers down her spine in response. In this moment, there's an unspoken understanding that transcends mere physical desire. It's a culmination of emotions, a profound connection that defies verbal expression.

Seungwan moves towards him with deliberate steps, her every movement is laden with purpose and anticipation. Her hand extends, fingers trembling ever so slightly, and he responds by intertwining their fingers.

His free hand glides along the contours of her body, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake. Seungwan's breath catches as he leans in, his lips gently brushing against her earlobe, eliciting shivers all over her body. "I've been waiting for this moment," he whispers, his voice octaves lower.

He is typically gentle and soft-spoken, but when his voice deepens, taking on a commanding tone, Seungwan finds it irresistibly sexy when he assumes control. With assertiveness, he leads Seungwan onto the bed, where their bodies sink into the plush mattress. Their lips meet once again, but this time with an intensity born from the depths of their souls. Their tongues flick against each other in perfect rhythm, igniting the passionate fire brighter between them.

Seungwan feels his hand cup one of her breasts, eagerly kneading out the softness of her mound. She gasps as his touch sends electric currents through her body, making her break away from their kiss with a loud moan. His lips move down to her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive spot, causing her mind to go wild with pleasure.

As they continue to engage in foreplay, his other hand deftly unclasps her bra, releasing it from her chest. Using this opportunity, Seungwan rolls over him, straddling his lap. She takes advantage of the position, teasing him by slowly removing her bra from one arm at a time, keeping it close to her breasts. He watches with hunger in his eyes as she removes her shirt and finally lets the bra fall, revealing her ample bosom jiggling freely in the air, her warm mink nipples taut from arousal.

"And I am all yours."  

Son Seungwan is an unwavering force, her spirit forged in the fires of adversity and molded into a fierce independence that has weathered every challenge life has thrown her. She has endured and overcome every challenge that life has thrown at her—from leaving her home country to surviving a crippling injury and bearing this long-distance love—refusing to show weakness. But now, as she sits naked before him, her walls crumble like a dam, giving way to a raging river of emotion. Every fiber of her being surrenders to this moment, giving herself to him.

He captures her lips hungrily, his hands roaming over her body with a sense of urgency. His fingers brush against the swell of her breast, causing her to gasp and arch towards him. Seungwan's heart races as his mouth moves down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in its wake. She can feel herself growing wet with desire as he inches closer to her chest, his warm breath sending shivers down her body. 

Suddenly, his mouth is on one of her breasts, sucking lightly on a sensitive nub. She moans loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room. Her back arches, giving him more access to her succulent bosom as she trembles under his touch. His tongue swirls around her nipple while his fingers gently twist and pull on the other, driving her wild with pleasure. She is putty in his hands, lost in the sensations coursing through her body as he continues to worship every inch of her curves.

With a swift motion, he lifts Seungwan onto the middle of the bed, her body sinking into the soft sheets. The faint scent of vanilla lingers in the air as they embrace. He traces kisses along her stomach, causing her abs to tense and quiver under his touch. His strong hands unbutton her jeans in a skilled manner, pulling them down with ease as she raises her legs to help him. Her red lace panties cling tightly to her skin, revealing a damp spot at their center.

He moves down to her feet, peppering them with gentle kisses before trailing his lips up her legs. A shiver runs through her body as he reaches her inner thighs, his warm breath sending tingles to every nerve ending. She can't help but let out a small whimper as he presses against the fabric covering her core, feeling how wet and ready she is for him.

"Please," she begs with desperate longing in her voice, unable to wait any longer.

He quickly strips away the last remaining barrier between them, revealing Seungwan fully naked and vulnerable before him. She bites her finger nervously as she awaits his next move, anticipation building inside her.

Without a moment's hesitation, he dives in and begins his oral ministrations on her sensitive folds. Seungwan gasps loudly at the initial contact of his tongue and raises her hips to meet his eager mouth. His strong arms hold her down as he enthusiastically licks and kisses her, eliciting squirms and moans from Seungwan. She grabs the bed sheets tightly, her body responding intensely to his touch. He surprises her by sliding two fingers inside her tight warmth, causing Seungwan to clench around him and cry out in pleasure.

Feeling overwhelmed, Seungwan reaches out for his hand to help ground herself. But even with this distraction, she can't stop the overwhelming sensations building within her. With each flick of her clit, she gets closer and closer to the edge until, finally, she explodes in waves of ecstasy. He catches every drop of her release, some of it spilling onto his jaw as he hungrily laps up her juices. Her thighs grip him tightly, leaving marks with her nails digging into his hand, a pleasurable pain that only adds to their intense connection.

As Seungwan's body calms down, he continues to kiss and lick her folds for good measure. As he releases his hold on her, he moves up to kiss her body. Still riding the wave of pleasure from her orgasm, she shivers at every touch of his lips. When he reaches her face, she pulls him in for a passionate kiss, tasting herself on him and reveling in the intensity of their intimate moment together.

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"Your. Turn."

Seungwan's eyes glimmered with determination as she expressed her desire to return the favor. You eagerly lie down beside her, anticipation building in your chest as she shifts downwards towards your groin. Her hand deftly finds its way to your bulge, causing a moan to escape from your lips. Looking up at you for confirmation, Seungwan tugs on the hem of your pants. You give her a quick nod, allowing her to remove them, freeing your member from its confines. With practiced skill, she wraps her fingers around your shaft and begins to slowly pump, perfectly gauging just how much pressure and speed you like. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you let out deep groans and grunts as she expertly pleasures you.

"Babe, it feels… larger than last time…"

As she slips her tongue between her parted lips, Seungwan's eyes lock onto yours with a hungry intensity. You feel yourself getting stiffer as she traces delicate circles around your swollen head, her eager mouth lapping up the salty pre-cum that beads along the tip. She teases you with a soft kiss before engulfing your length in one smooth motion, sucking hard and sending electric shocks of pleasure through your entire body. The intense sensations make it difficult to catch your breath, and you can't help but moan as she works her magic on you. Your stomach clenches with every movement of her mouth, and the visual alone is enough to drive you wild, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy.

Your lover eagerly takes more of your length into her mouth, increasing the speed and intensity of her movements with each passing second. Her tongue swirls and dances around you, creating sparks of pleasure that shoot through your body. You grip her soft, silky hair tightly in your hands, using it as leverage to guide her movements and deepen the sensation. With each downward stroke, she takes you deeper and deeper, coaxing out moans of ecstasy from deep within you. The erotic display happening between your legs is a masterpiece of passion, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring you to the edge of bliss. Your hips involuntarily buck with each skilled motion, driving you closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. And when she hums softly against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine, it's all you can do to hold on as the sounds emanating from her mouth push you over the edge into pure ecstasy.

You feel the familiar tight sensation radiating from your abdomen. Not wanting to finish too soon, you gently hold Seungwan's head in place as she takes a break. When she pulls away, a spittrail is left between your member and her mouth. She resumes stroking you with one hand at a relaxed pace.

“Are you okay?” she asks, moving her hand slowly.

“You're going to drive me insane. That was incredible,” you manage to say. 

Seungwan chuckles and kisses her way back up to your lips.“You make me crazy, too. I think I'm ready.”

You and Seungwan have been intimate multiple times before, but tonight feels different. It feels like a promise come true, the culmination of years of friendship turning into love, a reward for having faith in each other. It's a reminder that there could be many more nights like this. As your bodies join together, you are bonded in every sense.

She positions herself above you, aligning her core with your length.

"I love you, Seungwan."

"And I love you too."

Seungwan lowers herself onto you, and as she takes you deep inside her, a new level of tightness envelopes your senses. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she reaches for your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin to hold on. You guide her down from her waist, feeling every inch of her sliding against every inch of you.

She can barely speak through the intense pleasure. "Babe...you're so...fuck...bigger..."

"Wannie… you feel even tighter..." You instinctively grip her hips, trying to hold on to some sense of control amidst the overwhelming sensation of being surrounded by Seungwan's incredible tightness. She feels scorching hot, dripping wet, and tighter than ever before. It takes everything in you not to lose yourself completely. But as Seungwan sinks further onto you, pressing her body against yours with an unbreakable seal, you give in to the intense pleasure and pull her into a fierce kiss. Your shared breaths taste sweet as she hums against your lips, driving you both closer to ecstasy. With one final push, you are fully immersed inside Seungwan, lost in each other's embrace, until the world fades away into pure bliss.

After a brief moment of stillness, Seungwan leans back with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She presses her hips against yours, moving in a slow and hypnotizing rhythm. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you moan and writhe in ecstasy. The bed squeaks and creaks beneath the intensity of your passion, the sounds blending with the loud slapping of skin against skin.

Your hands roam greedily over her body, exploring every curve and dip as she squirms under your touch. Seungwan's mouth falls open as she nears climax, her nails digging into your skin in pleasure. You pick up the pace, driving her closer to the edge with each thrust until she explodes in a frenzy of bliss. Her scream echoes through the room as her body trembles, and she collapses onto your chest. As she enters into her second orgasm of the night, she clings tightly to you while still trying to ride you to your own release.

You want to hold onto this moment for as long as possible, so you keep her in your arms. "Let me take charge," you whisper as you roll over and remain inside of her. Seungwan moans from the sudden change in position.

"Oh God, so deep."

You thrust into Seungwan, your pace quickening as you feel yourself surrendering to the intense desire to make love to her. She clings onto you with unbridled desperation, begging for more as she writhes beneath you in a frenzy of pleasure. You sink your teeth into her neck, leaving passionate red marks as she cries out in ecstasy. Her body shudders and quakes around you, signaling her impending release. Your movements become even more fervent, pushing deeper inside of her until your bodies are slick with sweat and burning with desire. 

The pleasure intensifies, a warm sensation spreading throughout your entire being as you try to prolong this blissful moment. Seungwan's inner walls tighten around you, her legs wrapped tightly around your waist and pulling you closer. 

In a final act of passion, she kisses you deeply as both of you reach the peak together. Your body tenses with ecstasy as you release everything inside her, marking her as yours forever. Waves of pleasure ripple through you as Seungwan's walls milk every last bit out of you, leaving her filled to the brim. You stay connected for a while, not wanting to collapse on top of her. When the throbbing finally subsides, you roll off to the side and feel the aftermath dripping onto your legs. 

The weight of the experience leaves you drained and weary, but you still manage to pull the soft blanket over the two of you, pulling Seungwan into your embrace. Her body conforms perfectly against yours as she rolls to your side, her lips pressing gently against your cheek in a sweet gesture. You can feel the warmth radiating from her skin, soothing any lingering tension or discomfort. In return, you kiss her forehead before finally succumbing to exhaustion and closing your eyes. The peaceful moment envelops both of you like a warm cocoon, protecting you from the outside world and its worries.

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A trickle of light passes through the blinds. It’s been ages since an alarm clock wasn’t necessary to start the day.

You also can’t remember the last time you felt this body ache. Every external sensation feels like a sledgehammer, pulverizing your skull as your eyes barely open. Awareness slowly kicks in, and you start remembering the events of last night.

You attempt to sit up in bed, but a weight prevents you from doing so. In your arms is the person you love, fast asleep and looking peaceful. She stirs awake and gives you a small smile. It feels surreal, but her lips on yours confirm that it's all real—she is here with you in this moment.

"Good morning, Wannie."

"Good morning, last night was...indescribably perfect." 

Perhaps this is just a part of life's journey. You meet someone and fall deeply in love, and suddenly, nothing seems too daunting or frightening anymore; every day is full of endless possibilities. Maybe we needed to go through rough patches to be stronger and more beautiful on the other side. Love can be found in the most unexpected places, shining bright even in the darkest moments. And Seungwan is proof that all of this exists, bringing light into even the bleakest situations.

"So, what's the next adventure planned for today?"

Well, it really has been a minute.

Hello everyone, and thank you so much for reaching the end of "Rekindle." If you haven't read "Ignite" yet, no worries! I designed this fic to stand on its own (though please give my debut fic a read! I love that baby so much).

It's not easy for me to say this, so I'll be straightforward: this marks the end of my writing journey.

Two years ago, I posted "Ignite" inspired by countless fan fics I had read. It was my way of expressing myself—a little bit of escapism. I needed to channel all the pent-up energy. I made wonderful friends, built confidence, got a plethora of new skills. But like any writer, I faced a lotttt of doubts and grappled with lotttsssss unfinished drafts. My writing consistency waned as mental health struggles took their toll.

I needed a break, especially because I needed to focus up on my actual life out there. I had been living too fast, too pressured. And the break did wonders to my life. As my mental health improved, so did various aspects of my life. I felt compelled to write one last fic, but only really felt ready to do one last fic. I think it was fitting I started and ended with the idol that drew me into k-pop! Sadly, my time to write is running out due to a new chapter in my life—I've landed my dream job!

I'm immensely grateful for this incredible journey as a writer. This journey made me discover a side I never thought I could do. I am confident in my writing and expressing myself in writing and in person. I owe my growth to the many friends I met here. This fic is dedicated to everyone I met, talked, and made wonderful memories with!

It's been an awfully beautiful adventure, and in the next life, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Thank you for two years of writing and unwavering support!

[lonegun750-stories]

Dessert Before Dinner

He stood in the entranceway to the kitchen and watched her. She loved to cook. She stood there in a pair of sweatpants and one of his old button-down shirts chopping something on the counter. Casual attire was must when prepping food. He smiled. He walked over to her and stood at the kitchen sink, which was behind her.

“Hey babe,” she said. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, hon,” he said. “I was just outside doing some work and came in and saw you were here in the kitchen.”

“You hungry?” She asked.

He turned and stepped in behind her. Putting his arms around her waist, he nuzzled her neck and said, “Yes, I am, but not for food.”

And with that he kissed her neck. One hand went up and undid the top two buttons of her shirt and slid inside, fondling her breast. The other made its way inside her waistband and continued down, gently pressing between her thighs and rubbing her lower lips.

“Oh God, baby,” she said. “I really need to get this done. I’m right in the middle of making dinner for us for later.”

But her body didn’t match her words. Her nipple became taught under his caressing and gentle pinch. Her legs parted, just a little, to allow two fingers to press inside of her. He could feel her wetness increase and begin to flow into his palm. 

“You can finish this later, baby. I need you now and I can feel you want me too.”

He looked down and saw her hands which were in the middle of prepping the food begin to shake. She couldn’t do what she wanted to do and she gave up. Her hands left the cutting board and gripped the counter’s edge as she let out a long satisfied moan. Her legs spread a little more as one hand left the counter and undid the cord of her sweatpants. She bent over slightly and pressed her ass into him. She smiled to herself as she felt the bulge she knew would be there. He pressed back and she moved her ass up and down against him. He moaned as the friction made him even harder.

He removed his hands and began to descend to his knees. As he did he grabbed the waistline of her sweats and pulled them down with him. Still facing the counter, she stepped out of her sweatpants and began to undo the remaining buttons of her shirt letting it slip off and fall to the floor. He pulled her away from the counter, and she felt his warm lips on the small of her back as his fingers worked their magic. She let her head gently rest on the edge as she felt his fingers rub her clit and then slide in deeply, finding her g-spot.

She moaned, “Oh fuck baby,” as she spread her legs completely for him. 

His hands spread her cheeks apart, and he begin to lick her soaked pussy lips. He pulled her into him and buried his face between her ass cheeks. His tongue lapped, her swollen pussy. Again, he inserted two fingers as he licked her. She wasn’t ready for this, and it wasn’t expected. She had no chance to even think about self-control and it was only seconds after he did this that her hands gripped the side of the counter and she pressed back into him letting out a gasp as the first wave of her orgasm ripped through her. 

“Oh fuck! Fuck baby! Oh God!” He made her cum so fucking hard!

He tasted her orgasm which only made him press and try to send his tongue deeper. His cock was rock hard, and it strained against the inside of his jeans. He needed to fuck her in the worst way. 

She reached one hand back and pushed his head away. She couldn’t take anymore and she needed to gather her thoughts for what was ahead. He allowed her to push him away and watched her turn around as he heard her tell him to stand up. 

“Get off your knees baby and get rid of those pants!”

He loosened the top button of his jeans and she did the rest. She pulled his jeans down, and he saw the look of lust come across her eyes as his fully erect cock snapped out in front of her. She kneeled and grabbed his ball sack with one hand and firmly squeezed it. Her free hand gripped his thick shaft and attacked she his cock with her mouth. His immediate sounds of pleasure accompanied by his hand on the back of her head, told her that what she was doing, was exactly what he wanted. She felt him grab a tuft of her hair and press her hard, forcing his cock all the way down her throat. She paused and then pulled back and teased the head of his cock with her tongue. She wanted to make him cum. He let her take him right to the edge and then, tensing every muscle in his body to hold back his climax, he pulled her off him.

“Stand up,” he said, as he moved his hands under her arms and pulled her to her feet. 

He kissed her passionately and turned her around and bent her over the counter where she had once been working. Her hands came together, and she steadied herself as he pushed her down on the countertop and, in compliance with his need, aggressively inserted himself inside her. He paused pressing into her as deep as he could, and they both groaned at the intense feeling and pleasure of being coupled together. She felt her breasts jerk back and forth on the cold countertop as he fucked her hard. This was not about a long lovemaking session for either one of them. This was about a good hard fuck in the kitchen that ended up with fireworks going off. His hands held her hips as he lunged in and out of her. He loved the feel of her ass cheeks as he smashed his hips into her. He loved the sounds she made, and watched her begin to shake as she neared yet another climax. She pushed back into him and her moans became louder. He could feel his orgasm starting in his ball sack. They were so fucking good at cumming together.

His pace quickened, she began to scream, and he knew that her climax was going to be in time with his own. He put one hand on her shoulder and pulled her up. He turned her and staying inside her, walked her to the nearby wall and pushed her against it. Her hands went above her head and her legs parted, and he fucked her with everything he had. His hips smashing into her ass as she welcomed his swollen cock by pressing into him when he thrust. His hands went up and anchored her wrists to the wall. He gave one final lurching deep thrust, almost lifting her off the floor.  She screamed with pleasure and he felt her body quiver as her cunt tightened around his cock. He groaned as his cock began belching reams of hot cum into her orgasming body. They both came, they both screamed and they didn’t stop until he was empty and she had barely enough strength to continue standing.

They stayed against the wall until their breathing calmed and his flaccid cock slipped out of her. He held her close and kissed her neck. 

She turned to face him, and taking his handsome face in her hands she kissed him and said, “Well, now that we’ve had dessert, let me get back to making the main course.”

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★★★𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 1: 𝙃𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Welcome to the first day of Fluffmas! We're starting off strong with the lovely Melissa Schemmenti and a hockey game prompt!

Word count: 2.4k

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A shot of cold air hit your face, sending your already reddened nose and cheeks into a state of more frigidity. You shivered slightly, your eyes narrowing to avoid the snowflakes falling into them, leaving the snow to cluster up on your soft eyelashes.

"Thanks for coming Hon, I know hockey isn't really your thing," Melissa spoke up, looking over at you and a slight smile pulling at her lips at the sight of you all bundled up in her coat and scarf.

You open your eyes slightly to see your girlfriend more, matching her smile as a slight warmth finally comes to your cheeks in stark contrast to the icy air around the two of you.

"My love, you know I'd always come to support your family. After all, it's not every day that one of your girlfriend's friend plays for the flyers!" You chuckled, pulling up the zipper on your (Melissa's) coat despite it already being zipped up all the way.

"I guess that's true," The woman next to you chuckled, tilting her head to look up at the sky that had been covered in a sea of white. "But he's technically just one of my guys,"

You roll your eyes,

"Are you sure we couldn't have parked any closer?" You groan with a slight smirk, leaning forward in a dramatic manner as you felt your feet beginning to cramp up from how long you had been walking. "You get us free flyers tickets, but can't park closer than 30 yards?"

"Do you not see all these fucking cars?" Melissa asked, pointing over at the hundreds of cars filling the parking spaces up one by one with a raise eyebrow.

"Yes Mel, I see them," You roll your eyes in a joking manner, throwing your head back for the theatrical effect as you stood up straight once again. "But tell me this isn't a long walk,"

The redhead nods with a laugh,

"But look, we're here," She chuckled, gesturing to the building in front of you before opening the door for the two of you.

"Thanks baby," You spoke before placing a kiss on her cold lips, watching them curling up into a big goofy smile before walking into the not much hotter building, looking at the closed off hockey arena.

"Of course sweetheart," Melissa smirked, grabbing you by your waist as she led you to your seats that she had gotten with the rest of her family.

"Hey!! There's our favorite couple!" Leo smiled, kissing you on each cheek before doing the same to your girlfriend.

"Miss Teresa," You nodded at your future mother-in-law with a smile, blushing softly and retreating into your coat a bit as she rolled her eyes with a groan.

"Hon, I told youse to call me Teresa, no need for formalities," She chuckled, gesturing for you and Melissa to sit down next to her.

The older woman wrapped her arm around you, placing a kiss on your cheek as her cold red hair tickled your cheeks.

"You excited to see him play?" Melissa asked, pressing her nose against your temple before backing away to look you in the eyes.

You nod with a bright smile.

"I am, I do wish it was warmer though!" You giggled, pressing your mittens up against your cheeks for a sense of warmth. "But then again the ice would probably melt,"

The green-eyed woman simply chuckled, bringing you closer to her before leaning her head on your shoulder.

"Y'know Schemmenti, you're all sappy with me outside of school, but you haven't even told Barb about us," You teased her,

"You know I'm just waiting for the right time, plus, I don't need Janine fussin' about it. I also don't need Jacob and her knowin' my business," Melissa rolled her eyes in response.

You sighed with a slight giggle, understanding of your redhead's hesitation.

"So when does it start?" You asked, looking down at the ice rink that was currently being polished by the giant Zamboni.

"A couple minutes, Vinny told me they'll be starting in about 10, say...where is he?"

Teresa simply shrugged her shoulders, allowing for you to cock your eyebrow at her sudden lack for tightness when it came to being on time.

Melissa seemed to share your confusion but brushed it off as she continued to wrap her arm around you. You sighed in content, looking at the giant illuminated clock in the arena as you internally counted down the minutes to when the game would begin.

After about 15 minutes had passed, the two teams began to enter the rink, positioning themselves to their starting lineup. You still didn't know where Vinny was, and at this point you kind of didn't care and mainly planned on paying attention to the game.

You covered your ears at the sound of the whistle blowing, looking over at Melissa and smiling at how cute she looked focusing on the game.

Your lovesick thoughts were interrupted by a sudden vibration on your thigh and the now turned-on screen of your phone showing a text message from Janine.

"Janine?" You muttered to yourself, your voice not loud enough to draw Melissa's attention to it.

Janine: Hey Y/N! I'm watching the game with the Abbott crew! Hoping to see you and Melissa on TV!

You chuckled, typing out a funny reply about how you had accidentally gotten a seat next to Melissa before shutting off your phone, watching the screen go black before turning your eyes to the players fighting over the puck with their sticks.

Melissa had announced she was going to the flyers game, not mentioning you also coming with her as her girlfriend, so you also told your work friends that you were going as well just in case any of them spotted you on TV. At this point, the whole string of lies was working.

"Oh come on!" The 2nd grade teacher exclaimed in frustration along with the rest of the people around you as one of the players for the flyers screwed up a very easy shot.

You giggled slightly, noticing how Melissa's anger softened at your endearing nature.

"Think I could play better than some of them?" Melissa asked you, licking her lips to rehydrate them from the cold.

"You could definitely beat one of them, you're good, but not as good as you are at baseball," You replied, bending over the arm rest of the seat to press your lips against her hair.

"That's true," She smirked.

You looked off to your right, still trying to figure out where Vinny was, but not letting it overwhelm your thoughts.

'That idiot is late again, I can't wait to see Melissa bust his ass...hopefully with words...I can't watch him get another bloody nose from her,' You thought, shuffling your body to stand up right, looking at the arena once more.

You looked at the at the giant cube of screens in the middle of the celling, your eyes glossing over each of the screens before turning to look back at the players.

"Oh my god you idiota!" You heard Teresa exclaim, making you chuckle, leaning forward as you heard the woman curse the young men on the ice out in Italian.

"Your mother may be better at insulting hockey players than you however," You giggled, placing your hand on Melissa's thigh as you continued to laugh before regaining your composure.

"Oh now that is definitely true, I've been hearing it since I came out the womb," Melissa replied, looking at her mom. "Right Ma?"

"It wasn't my fault those dumb eagles decided to give up a touchdown!" The older woman retorted.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Ma," Your girlfriend rolled her eyes, resting her head on her hand as she shook it in fake exasperation.

The minutes passed, and you were sure your hearing almost passed as well from the angry yelling from the two women next to you, but you didn't mind. Once the sound around you had gone from yelling to cheering, you glanced up at the collection of screens to see the score, and your eyes could only widen when you saw your face with Melissa's on the kiss cam.

"Um...Mel..." You muttered, tapping her shoulder before pointing at the giant screen, the two of you listening as the cheers of people watching all around the stadium filling your ears whilst you blushed furiously.

"What the hell?!" The redheaded woman exclaimed as she looked at you, confused as there usually weren't kiss cams at the games she went to. "Sorry Hon, I ain't doing this, you know the rest of Abbott is watching," She looked at the camera with an angry glare.

You immediately nodded.

"Yeah, don't worry, I don't wanna tell anyone without you being 100% ready," You said with an understanding nod, your face reddening as you heard the boos of people as the kiss cam returned to the close-up cameras.

"Oh fuck off would youse?!" Melissa exclaimed, making you only more embarrassed.

"Mel, they're just being cupid for a day, let 'em," Teresa chuckled, looking at your girlfriend with a smirk that felt almost mischevious.

"Uh uh- No way, I am not revealin' my relationship to the world on one of these fuckin' things," The green-eyed woman replied with a glare sent towards her mother that made you laugh into your coat. "And besides Ma! You don't like these things either!"

Her mother simply hummed in reply, taking a sip of her hot chocolate (Prosecco).

Melissa nor you were sure exactly what was going on as the kiss cam was on you two for a second time, but you both knew that the redhead was about to take a hockey stick to the person controlling it from how mad (Flustered) she was.

"What the fuck is going on? I- Ma!" Your girlfriend shouted with reddened cheeks at the sight of her mother bending over dying of laughter.

"Teresa!!" You squeaked. "This isn't funny!"

"Just kiss you two! You're dating for ravioli's sake!" She cackled.

"I already told you I'm not letting the people at Abbott see me kiss her till I want them to!"

"And that'll be after Christ's second coming Melissa, just kiss the poor girl! She's blushing like a maniac over there!" Tereasa continued to laugh as she pointed at you.

You simply breathed a sigh of relief as you noticed the screen had changed a couple of seconds ago, ignoring the dying out boos from the crowd.

"Teresa, she'll kiss me in front of people eventually, she loves me," You managed to stutter out,

"Exactly," Melissa mumbled, pressing her lips to your hair as there was no more camera pointed at you two.

As the game got more intense, you on-looked your girlfriend continuing to analyze each of the players movements, occasionally looking up at the screens to get a closer view of each and every shot and pass made. You felt like a magnet drawn to her, but in your head, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"What's that look for Hon?" She asked you, catching on to your lingering stares at her focused eyes and furrowed brows.

"Nothing, I just really, really love you," You smiled, not meaning anything behind it other than pure adoration for her, which she picked up as she always did.

"What do ya want?" Melissa teased, her expression turning more into loving expression as she watched you giggle.

That was her favorite sound after all, your laugh. She'd do anything to hear it.

"Hey lovebirds!" You heard the voice of your mother-in-law exclaim, drawing your vision to the kiss camera once more.

"Oh my god," You chuckled, rolling your eyes once again, looking at Melissa with a smile. "It just won't leave us alone will it?"

The redhead simply remained silent, looking at the camera before looking at you with a soft smile. She leaned forward, caressing you hand as she wrapped her other around your neck. You could feel her the warmth radiating off her cheeks from your bodies inching closer towards each other.

"I think it's telling me to stop being a coward and start loving you out loud like my girl deserves," She whispered before moving the hand that was holding yours to your chin and pulling your lips together.

You felt your eyes flutter shut, your brain going a million miles an hour, to say you were shocked was an understatement. But for a moment, your brain told itself to shut up and just love the woman back.

Pulling your lips away from each other once the crowd had quieted down it's cheering, you looked at Melissa with a loving gaze.

"Melissa," You smiled, your eyes looking at her as if the redhead touching you wasn't real, but just a figment of your imagination too good to be true.

"Y/n, I love you," The older woman pressed her lips against your forehead, leaving a warm feeling in your body before she pulled away slightly. "I'm sorry I never showed it,"

Your smile quickly turned sympathetic the moment you saw an uncharacteristic guilt wash over her facial features.

"You're okay, after all, I wouldn't want to be bothered about my relationship by everyone I knew because of some sudden PDA and all that," You reassured her, tucking a red curl behind her ear.

Melissa simply chuckled, the guilt falling from her face as she laughed.

"But yeah, you do know we're gonna be interrogated by Janine and literally everyone else at Abbott tomorrow, right?" You smirked, pulling up your phone to show all of the messages clouding your lock screen.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," The redhead sighed, pulling you closer to her by wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

You simply leaned into her embrace, looking up at her with eyes of adoration.

"I wonder why it kept picking on us," You pondered, your thoughts returning to the hockey game in front of you.

"Yeah, I wonder," Teresa muttered under her breath with a knowing smirk, looking up at the press box before giving a slight nod.

"Thanks Ted," Vinny smirked back at his aunt as he handed the camera man a stack of cash.

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My Alpha Ch. 6

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That dinner you’d had with Declan was wonderful, you fell asleep with him on the phone that night and the next morning when you got ready for work you couldn't explain how you felt, but it was incredible. You didn’t want to ever be without him again. Coming downstairs you smelled breakfast and coffee, and huffed out a sigh. Things weren’t great with your father; not like that was a secret or anything. But there were things that you were not up for sharing with anyone else. You had a small, secret hope buried deep down inside of you, that maybe Declan was the one. 

The one to take you away from this man, the awful things he had subjected you to in the past, hell, even the things he subjects you to now. You slowly walked into the kitchen in your work uniform, taking a seat at the island your father turned and smiled at you before pouring you a cup of coffee. “How was your night last night? You were fast asleep when I got back from the trip.” he said. 

You looked at your coffee before looking up at him, “it was good. We went to that little place on the corner of Elm, and I had a really wonderful time.” you said softly as he plated your breakfast and placed it on the cloth placemat in front of you. “Good. I guess that Declan isn’t so bad, I’ll need to have a chat with him if he thinks he’s going to date you without my knowledge though.” Arthur said as he turned back around to continue cooking. “Dad, we’ve only gone to dinner once…while I had a good time, who knows if he did.” you said quietly as you pushed your food around on your plate. 

Arthur watched you closely as he sat down beside you with his own plate. “Something wrong hon?” he asked as you shrugged. “I don’t really want to talk about it. I just want to go to work dad.” you said quietly as he turned more toward you. “Y/N, tell me whats wrong right now.” he held an agitated tone in his voice and you finally looked at him. “Honestly? I do not want to go with you tonight after work. I hate it. I hate it so much!” you raised your voice as you got off the stool. “It's wrong and you know it is!” you flinched as he gripped you by the arms and slammed you back against the counter. 

“You know damn good and well how bad your life can be if you keep up this new attitude girlie. I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again, if we didn’t do this, then someone else would! You know I wouldn’t be able to protect you if someone else was in control. Our family has been doing this for centuries! It’s part of our pack! It's part of our ways!” he yelled as you coward down, shaking in fear. Arthur let go of you, moving away to grab his keys. “You can clean up breakfast and get your ass to work.” 

You worked a better part of the day with your mind focusing on the tasks at hand. Cleaning tables, filling waters, taking orders, and chatting up customers like nothing was wrong. You looked up seeing Declan walk in with some of the other construction crew members and smiled as his eyes met yours. He grinned and nodded over to a booth for the guys to sit in while he walked over to the counter where you’d just rounded to place the coffee pot back on its burner.  

You were not sure what you and Declan were, but your heart would jump from your throat, down to your stomach everytime your eyes caught his. You looked at him before glancing at the booth. “You gonna sit here and have your lunch or over there with your friends?” you smiled as he leaned his crossed arms on the counter leaning over on them to be closer to you. “Well, I figured I would come say hello, before we ordered lunch all together.” he smiled as you smiled bashfully. “well…hello there…I’m sorry I fell asleep on the phone last night, and also if I forgot to tell you, I am sorry I fell asleep last night on the phone,” you admitted as you grabbed your pen and pad and walked around the counter.

Declan smiled as his jaw tensed, not having a barrier between the two of you anymore. “Well that’s alright, I didn’t mind,” he smiled as you let out a soft giggle. “well I’m glad, I did have a wonderful time last night,” you admitted looking up at him as he glanced down at you, standing at his full height. “I did too. Why don’t we do it again tonight?” he asked as you both walked over to the booth. Before you could answer, the guys began teasing Declan and talking loudly. You laughed some before you got them all to pay attention and took down their orders. 

The lunch rush kept you busy, so busy in fact you didn’t get to spend any time at all talking to Declan apart from your brief chat when he’d first arrived. You rushed around, serving tables, refilling the crew members drinks, bringing out extra sides and desserts when asked. You’d laugh at their jokes, hearing them tease one another. You’d collected a couple of the checks and started ringing everyone out as the lunch rush died down when Declan came up to the counter. 

“So what do you say? You wanna go out with me tonight?” Declan smiled at you as you wiped down the counter in front of you. “I’m sorry I can't tonight, I have to work.” you said, giving him a sad smile, “But maybe tomorrow night after the pack meeting?” you asked looking up at him. Declan raised an eyebrow, “You sure your father won't march you home?” he asked with a chuckle. “No, I'm going to tell him I'm busy with you.” you said with a smile as you leaned over the counter and pressed a kiss to his cheek softly. 

You grinned up at him as he stood and threw some bills down on the counter. “You know you don’t have to pay for lunch when you come visit me, I take care of it.” you said softly as he raised an eyebrow. “Missy, you better not be paying for my food outta your checks,” he said, raising an eyebrow at you. You smiled up at him, looking up under your lashes. “I like taking care of you,” you whispered softly. Declan chuckled and grabbed your hand softly, “I’m sure you do, but I can handle my own.” He smiled down at you. 

“Y/N! Get back to work!” your boss snapped at you as he stuck his head out of his office. You jumped and let go of Declan turning around. “Sorry boss!” you yelped before turning back around. “I gotta go, I’ll call you later okay?” Declan looked over at your boss’s door before he looked down at you and nodded. “Of course, I’ll talk to you later,” he gave you a quick wink and left without another word. 

After your shift at the diner ended, you changed into your jeans, a t-shirt and a heavy coat before heading out to the old barn your father owned. Once you got there, your father stood inside and looked at you as you entered. “Y/N, perfect timing. I need to speak with you about Declan.” he grabbed your arm and pulled you off to the side. “What's going on between the two of you?” he asked as you shrugged, “Nothing, we’re friends dad, he does want to take me out again tomorrow night after the pack meeting and I accepted.” you said as he pushed his lips out. “I want you to stay away from him. He’s an alpha and an outsider. He doesn't know what’s good for you or this pack.” he growled before turning toward the stalls. “Get them ready, tonight's color is blue. NO ONE enters without that color on their wrist. Do you understand me?” he growled as he got in your face. You nodded. “Yes Dad-” “What?” he snapped. “Yes Alpha.” you whimpered and walked over to the stall. You absolutely hated this. But an order was an order and you couldn’t say no to the pack master until you were claimed. 

You pulled open the door, the girls inside were crying already, and you knew that tonight would be a rough one. You took each girl, hosed her down, and then chained her up. You put a different girl in each stall, and waited for your father to come back to approve each one. 

Your father walked through each stall, nodding to each girl. He rearranged some, but kept them mostly the way they were. You walked outside as he followed you. “Been hearing rumors you were locking lips with that Declan at the diner today. That true?” Your father asked as you shook your head, “no, he just comes in for lunch and we talk is all, he's real nice. I’d like to go out to dinner with him again tomorrow night after the pack meeting…” You said softly as you sat down on the stool. Your father walked up to you and trapped you between him and the wall, placing his arms on either side of you. “You listen to me Omega, the only reason you ain’t chained up in there is because you’re my daughter! You know damn good and well I can make anything happen to anyone. You wanna be locked up and used like those whores in there?!” He asked, gripping your throat. “Are you a whore, omega?” He growled as you struggled to breathe, clawing at his hand, shaking your head, you whimpered. “Please,” you gasped as he watched you with dead, cold eyes. “Say. It.” He growled. 

You felt the tears running down your cheeks, the pressure of no air entering your body starting to become too much. “Alpha please.” You felt yourself start to lose consciousness. 

As soon as he released his hand, you gasped for air, falling from your spot, you landed on the cold hard ground coughing violently. A tall figure hid in the trees, watching with dark and narrowed eyes. 

As the damp, cold night air sat in more, you kept your place out by the barn, betas and alphas coming up, giving you cash and the magic word, and bam, they were in. You opened the door to let them through, hearing the screams and cries, the moans, the smells. You swallowed thickly, biting back tears as you returned to your seat. Then, Marcus Phillips walked through the treeline, and his two beta buddies, grinning at you from ear to ear. You looked up at him. “Fee’s $100 bucks tonight, and I need the passcode.” you said as he chuckled. “I wanna know how much for you.” he smirked, leaning closer as you leaned back against the barn. “I'm not part of it, I just man the door.” you tried to get as much distance between the two of you, but Marcus wasn’t having it. 

“Oh yeah? Bet ole’ Pack Master would let me have a special taste.” he gripped your jaw scenting you. You pushed at him trying to get away but he moved his grip to your throat, “Easy Omega, or I might end it now.” he snarled. 

A loud growl ripped through the treeline sending a cold chill down everyone's spine, as Marcus fell to the ground, you were grabbed and swung behind a strong, tall figure. “Back off.” a deep, gravely voice growled out. You stared up at the man in shock. “Who the fuck are you?” Marcus smirked as he looked up. 

You shook behind the familiar alpha, your hands clutching to his warm jacket as he growled. “You’re messin with a member of my pack, back off.” His voice had deepened and his body was shaking slightly with anger. “Look caveman, that there is Pack Masters daughter, he decides who has a go at her. NOT you. So why dont you fuck off and let me get my moneys worth.” he stepped forward until Declan grabbed him by the throat, “Do you need a reminder of how two alphas fighting over one omega usually ends?” he growled, narrowing his eyes. 

Marcus’s eyes widened as he struggled against his hand, Declan threw him down on the ground and stood over him. “I’d say, you lose this one. Go on, before I bring out the old laws.” you stayed close to Declan as the three boys took off through the trees. You hadn’t realized you’d been crying until Declan looked down at you, his features softening as he wrapped you up against his chest inside his jacket. “Come on, you’re coming home with me.” you whimpered and shook your head. “I can’t leave, my father won’t let me…the night isn’t done.” you whispered. Declan looked down at your confusion covering his features before he looked at the barn, the smell and sounds finally hitting him. “Jesus Christ. What the fuck is going on?” You whimpered quietly as he looked from the barn to you, then back to the barn, it took less than a second for him to piece it together. “You’re not staying here. You’re in danger here.” he held you closer to him, the anger radiating from his body as he snarled in the direction of the barn, before he pulled you back through the trees. 

You knew your father would be angry, “I won’t be able to return home,” you whispered quietly as you looked up at him, tears in your eyes. Declan stopped and looked down at you, his features softening as he pulled you into his arms once more. “Shhh, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, you can stay with me, and everything will be fine. I promise, I’m going to fix all of this, no omega should be put through this type of torture.” he kissed your head smoothing your hair as you sobbed into his chest. 

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hi hon! just saw your posts about the req being deleted and it’s all good! i was wondering if you could write a smut fic for william where the user is being bratty while he’s trying to work and he gets fed up with her so he puts her back in her place. ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა

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absolutely yes i can!! i hope you enjoy it my darling! lmk how it is.

william afton x brat!reader

wc: 984

warnings: minors dni, 18+ themes, spanking, bdsm, fingering, edging, age difference (reader is 18+, i wrote reader to be in her 20’s. will is 46.). no p-in-v.

a/n: NONNIE I AM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! it took legit like 11 months, i'm so mean😭 but as y’all know my mental health is crap and that kinda knocked me for a loop for a bit, brief tw for abuse (nothing explicit) but i’m living in an abusive household and writing has been challenging. on top of that… i accidentally temporarily locked myself out of my blog on the 18th of sept😭 i just got it back, thank God🙏☦️ but i was so stressed and upset. that said, i’m trying to use writing as an escape again and hopefully will be more active so PLEASE send in requests, random asks, whatever. y’all are free to send asks anytime🫶 onto the smut!

william had had enough of this. (name), one of the newest hires, had been being an absolute brat the entire week and it was finally getting under his skin.

mouthing off. talking back. deligating her work to other employees whilst she sat on her phone looking pretty. what was worse is that afton knew she could do better, he’d *seen* her do better. so why she was acting this way now was a mystery to him. a mystery that exponentially pissed him off.

so of course, he’d do something about it. right on time, he can hear the gentle rap of your knuckles against the wood of his door.

“come in.” will answers with a gruff sigh, flipping over the document he was filling out.

as the door creaked open, he peered up from the pages that covered his desk, eyes landing on you. the freddy fazbear's pizzaria uniform shirt you adorned tucked into your skirt, knee length to be work appropriate of course.

“did you want something?” you ask as you stand in front of his cherry wood desk, tone that of a bored child’s.

william’s gaze narrowed and darkened at your response, eyeing you as he lets out a disappointed “tsk.”

“do you know why you’re here?” he asks sternly, a tone that suggests you should damn well know, and he expected that answer now.

“no?” you shrug, raising your brow as you give him a slightly annoyed look.

goddamn brat.

“wrong answer.”

“pardon?”

“you need to be taught a lesson.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me. now come here.” william’s tone is strict and demanding, his voice deepened a few octaves with both anger and lust.

you hesitate, taking a small step forward but otherwise staying still. you’re quiet for a minute, a small little mischievous grin coming to your lips as you peer at william straight in the eyes.

“make me.”

in an instant, a large hand shoots out and roughly grabs your arm, tugging you off your feet and you’re landing in will’s lap. now splayed across your boss’ lap.

“what do you have to say for yourself?” he asks, a hand creeping up the back of your right thigh slowly, squeezing the flesh gently as he got closer and closer to your ass.

“nothing.” you reply, defiance and playfulness sparkling behind your eyes.

*smack*. without hesitation, will had flipped your skirt up and brought a hand down onto your ass. the bratty girl’s eyes going wide as a small gasp leaves your lips.

“wrong, again.” will barks.

“i’m sorry.” you apologize with your best pout and puppy eyes.

*smack. smack.* two more spanks, one to each cheek.

“wrong, try again.”

“i’m sorry, sir.” you pout, eyes pleading with the older man. for what, well you weren't sure. for more? perhaps. for him to stop? absolutely not. for him to fuck her? absolutely.

“good job. you’re learning.” the older man grins, his hand coming down onto the tender flesh of your butt four more times, twice to each cheek.

his hand moves from your ass to between your legs, rubbing over your clothes cunt gently with a finger, feeling the small patch of arousal that had gathered on the pink, frilly material.

“look at that… dirty brat. you knew exactly what you were doing, huh?” he mocks, finger tracing over where you needed him the most ever so gently, his fingers like feathers.

a small whine of desperation leaves the young woman, hips wiggling in need.

deep chuckles rumble through william’s chest at your desperation. “aww, sweet little brat, all you wanted was to get this cute little cunt filled isn’t it?” he continues to mock you, fingers just ghosting against your clothed pussy.

you nod with despondace, another whine leaving you as you try to push back against the calloused fingers that teased you.

“beg for it then.”

the younger woman feels her heart skip a beat at the order, your cheeks glowing the same red your ass was. you mustered every ounce of desperation and need to beg as best you could, hopefully to the older man’s satisfaction.

“please, sir… please i need you to touch me! i’ve been a bratty slut all week because i wanted your attention sir, wanted you to fuck me~!” (name) pleads with her boss, looking up at him with a pathetic pout and eyes that resembled those of a little bunny’s.

“awww, dolly… since you begged so nicely.” will responds with a chuckle. long and slender fingers move to push your panties aside and plunging two fingers straight into your cunt.

your hips bucking back against him as you moan with a squeak, eyes widening at the sudden intrusion. he starts his pace right away, steady yet quick as his fingers plunged deep inside of your cunt with each thrust.

his fingers curled as he shoved them into your sopping hole, hitting against your g-spot with expert precision, causing your hips to wiggle and squirm around.

soft moans and chants of ‘sir’ flow from your lips like a mantra, eyes struggling to stay open from sheer pleasure. curses slipping past your teeth as you reveled in the sensations he was bringing to your body.

his long fingers plunging deep into your cunt, in and out, in and out, a steady rythm of pleasure that was causing your legs to tremble and eyes to roll. a steady rythm of pleasure that was suddenly cut off. cut off just as you felt your climax beginning to build.

a loud, desperate whine leaves your lips. confusion flooding your system as william pulled his hand away, your panties back over your pussy and skirt back over your ass. pulling you back up to stand.

“get back to work.” he demands, cocky, sadistic grin on his face.

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The Message They Send To The Reader After A "Small" Argument

TW: Slight Angst, Fluff, SFW

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Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Simon: Hey, love. Listen, I'm sorry that I raised my voice at you. I shouldn't have yelled at you, especially when you've done nothing wrong. You mean the world to me and you've been good to me. I won't ever raise my voice at you again. I swear on my life. When I get home, can we talk about it and move on from this?

You: Hey love, I forgive you and thank you for apologizing. Of course we can. I'll be at home waiting for you ❤️. I love you Simon

Simon: I love you more Y/N

John "Soap" Mactavish:

Johnny: Hey Bonnie, I know you're upset. I'm sorry that I got on to you that I got on you about the shaving cream. It was so stupid of me and it's over nothing. I feel bad about it. I didn't mean what I said to you. You are the best girlfriend that I could ever ask for. I'll never do that to you again. Can you please forgive me?

You: Hey, baby. I am upset but I forgive you. I'm heading home now from the store and we can talk about this as well as make up for it. I love you, Johnny

Johnny: I love you too, Y/N. More than anything

John "Captain" Price:

John: Hey love. Listen, I know you may not want to talk right now and I don't blame you. I'm sorry that I raised my voice at you. I let myself get so invested into work that I forget sometimes that there is life outside of work. I feel awful about it and you don't deserve that. All I want to do is love you unconditionally and treat you with the utmost respect because you are my love. My everything. When I get home, you and I can talk this out and I'll make it right. Can you forgive me?

You: Hey hon. I understand how you feel and I forgive you. Thank you for apologizing. Yes of course we can, I'll wait for you here. I'll wait here. I love you, John

John:Thank you, baby. I'm heading over now. I'll cook dinner tonight too. I love you too, Y/N, Endlessly.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Kyle: Hi, babygirl. I just wanted to say I'm sorry about earlier when I got frustrated with you over a video game and that's why you left my house. You were just trying to enjoy and figure out the game. You don't ruin anything, ever. You were just trying to help and I took it out of proportion. I'm sorry that I did that to you. I know you're upset and I feel really bad about it. I love you so much and you are the most amazing girlfriend I could ask for. When I get home, can you forgive me?

You:Hey, babe. I am upset but I'm sorry about losing your progress on the game. I know you didn't mean it. Yes, I forgive you. I'll be at home when you arrive. I love you, Kyle

Kyle: You truly are the best. I promise I'll make it up when I get home. I love you too, Y/N above and beyond

Alejandro "Colonel" Vargas:

Ale: Hey Hermosa, Siento haberme puesto tan nerviosa hoy. No tenía derecho a ser así contigo.Me pongo tan nervioso con el trabajo y estresado. Saqué mi ira contigo. Eres mi amor, mi vida, mi mundo. Significas el mundo para mí y nunca quiero perderte.Sé que te he molestado y te pido disculpas. Me dirijo a casa contigo. Podemos hablar de ello y compensarte. ¿Puedes perdonarme?

( I'm sorry about getting so worked up today. I had no right to be that way to you. i get so worked up with work and stressed out. i took my frustrations out on you.you are my love, my life, my world. I know I have upset you and I'm sorry. You mean the world to me and i dont ever want to lose you. Im heading home to you. We can talk about it and make it up to you. Can you forgive me?)

You: Hey, hon. I understand you get all worked up with work. Work is stressful, I get it. I am still a bit upset but I'll forgive you. Okay, I'll be at home, waiting for you. I love you, Alejandro

Ale: I love you, Y/N. Mi Amor

Rodolfo "Second-In-Command" Parra:

Rudy: Hey Cariño, I wanted to apologise about being so distant today. I know that I upset you and left you alone most of the day. You didn't do anything wrong at all, I want you to know that. My mind just had to gather my thoughts. I feel really bad about it. You are the most amazing person I know and I love you so much. Can I come over and make it up to you with some dinner and maybe we can watch a movie? Can you forgive me?

You: Hey, lovely. It's ok, I forgive you. I understand that sometimes things happen but next time, come to me so I can help you. Yes, you can come over and I'd love that. I'll wait for you. I love you, Rudy 💞

Rudy: I understand and I will do that. I'll head over now. I love you too Y/N. My beautiful girl 💗

Konig:

Konig: Hallo, Leibling. I'm sorry about earlier today when I yelled. I was angry with work and sometimes it's really overwhelming. I know I have upset you and that's why you aren't home right now. I feel really bad about it and it's none of your fault. None of it is. It's mine and I take the blame. You are the most precious and beautiful person in my life. I swear on my life, I will never do that to you again. Can you come home so we can talk and I can make it up to you? Can you forgive me?

You:Hi Ki. I'm still upset but I get that work can be overwhelming. It's ok, I forgive you and yes we can. I forgive you. Thank you for apologizing. I'm heading home. I'll see you soon. I love you, Ki

Konig: I'll see you soon, maus. I love you Y/N 💖

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HIDDEN HEARTS//PT 2.

Summary: love triangle? you grew up with folio, you are best friends. Both in very successful bands. folio tries to ignore his hidden feelings for you, especially when the one and only Noah Sebastian steals your heart.

Warnings: angst, lil make out sesh, nothing crazy.

A/N: welp I had ALOT of time on my hands today, SO here is part two! I’m so excited for this story, part three will more than likely be out tomorrow afternoon LOL. ALSO thank you all so much for the love and support you’re sending my way! It means the absolute world to me.❤️

I woke up the next morning, with a pep in my step. I am so excited about today. This song is fucking sick, and I can’t believe I get to sing it for the band. I walked to the closet picking out a hoodie and some sweats, throwing them on. Nick texted me that they were on their way 15 minutes ago. I have to make time today to sit and talk to him. I need to figure out what is going on. I didn’t bother fixing my hair, or putting on makeup, since I was going to get it done there anyways. I grabbed my belongings and walked out waiting for the guys to pull up.

Five minutes later, a black suv came pulling into the driveway. Jolly rolls his window down “get in loser, we’re going to shoot a music video.” He smiles at me, opening the door from the inside for me. I threw my head back with a laugh, at the mean girls reference. “Here you can sit next to Noah so he can talk your ear off about his anime show.” Jolly laughs moving to the third row of seats.

I slide in next to Noah, with a small smile. “We can change seats if you want, lungs” Nick suggests from the front passenger seat. “Oh it’s okay really, thanks nick.” I patted his shoulder, as he gave me a small nod turning back around as Ruffilo pulled out of the driveway. “You like anime?” Noah leans in and whispers, I let out a giggle nodding my head yes.

We pulled up to the set, a lot of cameras and people swarmed the area, some fans linger outside the building, waiting for Bad Omens to make an appearance. We pulled around back to a secluded area and made a beeline inside, straight to hair and makeup. The guys walked me to a room that had a whole vanity set up, and racks of clothing.

I said hello to my makeup and hair stylists for the day. They were really sweet women. The hair stylist Jenna, got to me first. She took the straightener to my long blonde hair, straightening it pin straight. She sprayed some texturizing spray, and hair spray to make sure it stayed put. Next Sarah came to do my makeup. It came out flawless. It looked almost eerie?

I’m supposed to be playing a rogue AI. It’s amazing seeing Noah’s vision come to life. I thanked them both, as a guy came in, and lead me to the racks of clothes. He pulled out a sheer white outfit. I took the outfit from him, sliding it on. The white long sleeve turtleneck was soft against my skin. I looked up towards the mirror, my tits clearly visible through the shirt.

I felt my cheeks flush. I’m not really embarrassed of my body, but I’ve never worn anything this sheer. I feel like I might as well be wearing plastic wrap as a shirt. I shook my nerves away, sliding into the bottom half. Thankfully they came with white underwear type bottoms. My most important bits, thankfully being covered. The man I learned who’s name is Jon walked back in, adjusting the outfit.

“Perfect, it looks amazing on you hon.” I smiled, thanking him as he walked me to set. When we entered, all the guys were standing around a big glass box. My eyes widened at how beautiful it looked. It was exactly like I pictured it when I was explaining it to Noah. There was a chair dead in the center of the glass case. The floor was covered in what looked like green moss.

I gasped when I saw the cutest Snow White bunny, sat in the corner of it. My sudden outburst caused all the guys to turn their attention to me. “Damn y/n….you look great!” Nick smiled, as I walked over to them. They all nodded in agreement, as I thanked them. I looked over at Noah, who was frozen still eyes glued to me. I gave him a small smile, getting worried that he hated it.

He cleared his throat, taking a step towards me. “Wow…you uh..you look amazing.” I could see a slight pink tint cover his cheeks, making my confidence shoot through the roof. Did I really just make him blush? Fuck yeah I did. “Thank you Noah.” We did what felt like hundreds of takes. Some in the glass case, and more on a gurney, and even the hallway.

After finishing them, Jon took me back to the dressing room grabbing me another outfit. He quickly shoved it into my arms making his way out of the room. “Change quickly hon, they need you back out there in 5.” He slammed the door behind him, as I stood there dumbfounded. I looked at the “outfit” in my hands, looking like a bunch of leather straps. “What in the hell?”

Well after 5 minutes, I finally got it on. Turning towards the mirror, I froze in horror. I thought the first outfit was bad….I look like I belong in hustlers magazine. This one piece was literally just straps. I twisted around in the mirror, looking at myself from every angle.

The bottoms were cut very high, my ass no doubt making its appearance. My tits barely fit into the top. My thoughts were interrupted when the dressing room door swung open. “Hey is everything-.” Noah walked in, pausing when he saw me. All of sudden I felt completely bare. I could feel my cheeks getting hot.

“Oh um yeah, sorry…couldn’t figure the uh…the straps out.” I stammered, awkwardly gesturing to my outfit. He said nothing, as he quietly shut the door behind him. I let out a half hearted chuckle, as he slowly stalked over to me. I could feel my heart pounding, the closer he got. He said nothing, stopping just in front of me.

I held my breath waiting for him to say something. We were so close to each other at this point, I could feel the heat emitting from his body. He slowly raised his hand, reaching for the strap at my hip untwisting it to lay properly against my skin. “There. You ready?” His voice was low, and husky. I nodded my head, afraid to even open my mouth, afraid of what would come out. He smiled, and I followed him out of the room back to set.

We finally finished up, at about 12am. All of us were exhausted, and ready for bed. We piled back into the suv, headed back to my place. This time Noah drove, and I sat in the very back with Nick. Noah had the radio playing, while jolly scrolled through his phone in the passenger seat, and Ruffilo was passed out against his window.

“Are you okay Nick? You’ve been acting weird for the past two days…did do I something?” He looked over at me, with his brows furrowed. “Of course not y/n. I’m sorry, I’ve just been a little stressed out is all.” I nodded my head, not really believing it. So I pushed a little further. “What’s got you so stressed?.”

He shook his head, looking down to his lap. “You know I love you right?” I smiled, bumping his shoulder with mine. “Of course, I love you too.” He nodded his head with a weak smile. “All I want is for you to be happy, no matter who it’s with.” I furrowed my brows confused, about to ask what he meant when jolly’s voice broke the silence of the car.

“Thank god, I’m so tired of being in this car.” Everyone agreed, as we all climbed out. “We still have to drive to our place dumbass.” Ruffilo laughed, as we entered my air bnb. They all looked rough. I felt bad for them, they still had a 30 minute drive home. “Why don’t you guys just crash here? There’s plenty of space.” I offered, and they all perked up. “Really? That’d be awesome actually.” Jolly said, slumping onto the couch.

I smiled, kicking my shoes off at the door. “Of course make yourself at home.” I walked back to my room, ridding my clothes and hopping in the shower. When I got out, I walked back to the living room to see jolly, and both nicks already passed out on the couches. I looked around, wondering where Noah was until I saw the sliding glass door to the patio slightly open.

I walked over to it, peering out seeing Noah on one of the couches, scrolling through his phone. “Hey…everything okay?” His head shot up, his lips forming a smile. “Yeah, I just can’t sleep. Too much going on in here.” He tapped the side of his skull, setting his phone down on the little coffee table in front of him. I nodded in understanding, stepping out and shutting the door behind me.

“Want some company?” I asked, standing to the side, waiting for an answer before I just plopped down beside him, not wanting to invade his space. He nodded his head, and patted the spot next to him. I sat down, criss crossing my legs to get comfortable. He was the first to break the silence. We talked for a while, about anything and everything. Just enjoying each others presence.

“You did great today y/n, I know this video is going to be amazing. Your creativity is mind blowing. I loved all your ideas, they really helped bring it all together.” I blushed at his praises, looking down at my lap. “Thank you Noah, you too. I can’t tell you how much I love the song. The visions you have for this whole album are fucking sick.” He laughed, thanking me.

“Did you like the wardrobe choices? Sorry if they were a little much.” He smiled, looking over at me. “I was a little caught off guard honestly, but looking back now I think they were pretty badass. I think I did them justice.” I laughed jokingly, looking over at him, when I didn’t hear him laughing with me. He was staring with a serious expression, making me nervous all over again.

“You looked amazing y/n.” I don’t even know who leaned in first, but before I knew it his lips softly grazed mine. I threw caution to the wind, and leaned the rest of the way in. It started off innocent, our lips just pressed together in a simple kiss. We slightly pulled away, our foreheads still touching. Both our breathing turned heavy, as his hand came up grabbing my cheek and pulling me in for another. This time was faster, and more rushed.

I felt his teeth nip my bottom lip, and I opened up to let his tongue slip inside. He pulled my body closer to him, as our tongues softly played with each other. A soft whimper left my mouth, bringing me back to reality. I jerked away, quickly standing from my seat. “Fuck Noah. I’m so sorry….I shouldn’t of…fuck.” I quickly turned around, headed back inside. “Wait y/n-“

I slid the door closed, and beelined for my room. Fuck! What did I do? This is not a good idea. I like Noah so much, so fucking much but I’m terrified of causing issues in the band. Nick is my best friend, I don’t ever want to jeopardize his career, or any of theirs for that matter. Noah is one of his best friends, It just feels so wrong. My feelings for Noah are so strong, but my love for Nick and our friendship mean more. I have to do what’s right…stay as far away from Noah as possible.

[my-castles-crumbling]

i wish i had someone in my corner for once. my parents take each other's side, even though i take my mom's in every argument and listen to her trauma and hold grudges for her. out of my three best friends, one says she'd choose her friends over her romantic relationships but she has chosen the latter before and i know she will again. another chooses whoever's the life of the party and i'm always her last priority. the third and i bonded out of mutual loneliness and now we're inseparable but there are some things we don't agree on and sometimes i wonder if i'd still be her person if she had more friends who agreed with everything i don't.

i'm used to stroking my own head to calm myself down when i'm crying and screaming into the pillow because there's no one else who'd listen. i'm always the one taking care of my friends and listening to them but they never catch onto when something's wrong with me. i wish someone would take my side for once, but no one ever does and i guess that's how life goes.

Hi hon <3

I am so sorry you're feeling so lonely. It's such a shitty feeling, and I hope you know that I'm in your corner. I know it's not the same, but I hope it helps a bit.

Remember that life is constantly changing, and even though you're feeling this way now, you never now who you could meet tomorrow!

I'm sending you so much love <3 naming you corner anon

[theweedisasterxoxo]

Hi, hon! I saw your recent post you just made, and just wanted to say a few things!

First off, I’m so sorry to hear you’re going through a rough time right now. I can’t say I understand specifically what you’re going through, but I do know what it’s like to be in those rough episodes, and I will say it’s not great. I really hope you’re taking the time to take care of yourself. You are your number one priority🩶

Second, low engagement truly can be very disappointing, and I’m sorry it’s not hitting where you’d like it to be at. Tumblr is honestly so weird. A while back, I don’t know what or why, but they started limiting how many blogs you could tag? This started when I was first writing, and oh my goodness. My engagement took a while to build. Idk if the tag limit is true still, but I’ve still been experiencing that tagging doesn’t even send notifications anymore. There’s so many posts that I end up scrolling past only to find out that I was tagged all along (oh gosh especially in tag games, I’m either always so late to those or I don’t even see them😭)! I don’t understand!! But if my time on tumblr has taught me anything, and I wish I was told this when I first started out, I feel like (for my personal experience) tag lists might be the least helpful way to truly boosting any posts out there for a much wider audience to see. What’s worked for me though is focusing what actual hashtags at the very bottom of the post that I use, and also posting at a consistent time (I always post around 12pm my local time🤣 - I literally don’t know why I chose that time, but the consistency has worked wonders for me!!!) 🙂‍↕️

Also - and this is just me personally - but I limit my time on this app crazily now. I’ve also turned off mobile notifications. This isn’t because of anyone or anything in regards to tumblr, but it is simply for the sake of my own mental health🩶 I fully understand your anxieties about people being annoyed and whatnot, but it is truly nothing personal with me if I tend to overlook a post🩶 and I hope that can ease your mind a little bit because I know just how persistent those voices in our head can be.

Lastly, just wanted to mention that you are so so so interactive and one of the sweetest that this community has (and needs a bit more of if we’re being honest). Your comments and the rocks 🪨 you give me truly brighten up my day.🫶 I think I can happily speak for several when I say we appreciate you more than you know.🩶

Some rocks for u, fren🩶🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨

Hi, my love! I am SO sorry for how long it has taken to reply to this ask. My notifications on Tumblr for likes and asks have been so dodgy; I wasn’t ignoring you, pinky promise!

Firstly, rough episodes are awful and I’m sorry that someone as lovely as you has to go through them too. It can be disheartening to experience especially if you’re alone or don’t have a good support system in place. That being said, you are so sweet and I’m eternally grateful to be on the receiving end of it.

Secondly, I didn’t realise that tagging for other people wasn’t working either! I also still have some Tag Games to post, holy moly. But in terms of the lack of engagement, while I do feel a little disheartened sometimes that people don’t really interact with my stuff, I realise that it’s more to do with me knowing that I don’t have a super wide reach over this platform. I think that a lot of it is because I don’t write graphic smut, and I’ve definitely noticed that there are different levels of interaction between smut fics and more ‘tame’ fics, whether they’re angst or fluff. I will most likely never branch into writing that style because I read most of my works to my mum and I am absolutely not reading Joel getting diddly with the reader to my sweet, Christian mother. Though, to reference another point you made, I will definitely keep it in my mind to expand my hashtags and make a more strict posting time!

Third, I absolutely get the reason for limiting your time on this app and the notifications on it due to how overwhelming it can be to be on Tumblr, especially with the level of interaction you get! I’m barely on this app at this point — partly due to a lack of motivation to post anything, partly because of how negative and triggering the community on here has been recently — so I promise I don’t take it as a personal offence if you don’t interact!

Lastly, but not really because I still have other stuff to say, I try hard to show people the appreciation and love on the things they post that they deserve! After being on Fanfiction sites for almost nine years now, starting on Fanfic.net and then moving over to Quotev, Wattpad, AO3, and now on Tumblr, I’ve always strived to leave a positive comment on what I’ve read and interacted with because I’m a firm believer that if you like something you should leave a little positive comment behind to tell the writer that you like it! I know I get giddy when the few people who read what I post leave a comment or reblog so I enjoy to spread that same joy to other people!!

I appreciate your loveliness way more than I can hope to explain, L, and I’m grateful for the reminder that other people appreciate me because it’s felt like the world has been sitting on my face with no signs of standing up any time soon. Now, I’m not religious but to be known and spoken to by you fills me with such light that it’s like receiving a revelation by the most loving deity. You have a gorgeous soul, my love.

Here are some rocks for you too!! 🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨

[smallestapplin]

Can I please request a Brassius x female, chubby and short (5'1") but very very big chested Reader?

They are in a relationship since a while but Brassius takes it slowly for he thinks that reader is a shy person and self-concious for she is only ever seen in baggy shirts.

One day Brassius downright begs her to nude model for him for a portrait, to get her out of her shell.

Reader may be quiet but neither shy nor self-concious, she just didn't wanted to overwhelm her love this fast with what is hidden under her shirt.

But when Brassius begs her so sweetly, how can she deny his request?

It's up to you how spicy it becomes, but I hope for burning spicy (>///<)

Thank you very much in advance! ❤️

- Anon Germany

I hope you enjoy this! ^^;

🔞18+Only!🔞 MDNI🔞

Cw : fem afab reader, some groping.

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Brassius never had any issues with how you dressed, you express yourself however you wish! You are still his beloved, and he understands you just want to be comfortable. You’ve never acted shy, but he knows looks can be deceiving and never pushed the topic. Until now, that is.

“My Dear, please, let me paint you. You are my muse, and it would be an honor to draw your bare beauty in its rawest form.”

In the year he’s dated you, he’s never seen you without a jacket on, and he’d never pressure you out of your comfort zone, but what’s the harm in asking? By the stars, he’s glad he asked.

Brassius had no doubt you were stunning, but watching you easily strip with such grace, being graced with such a glorious sight of your bare body as you sit on a bar stool in his art room.

“Like this?”

You don’t care, but you’ve never posed like this before and have no idea what to do. He’s almost horrified you’d think this was it!

“Oh goodness no, let me get a better setup for you”

You stand there as the green-haired man runs around the room, pushing a very nice 19th-century daybed.

“Please, lay across this.” Brassius directs you how to lay, lent back on your side with your left arm under your large breast and resting on your right side, and your right arm up and behind the pillow you are elevated against.

Being naked like this isn’t what’s making you want to squirm, nor the cold air making your nipples pebble, but the hungry way Brassius looks at you.

Every glance he gives lingers across your chest.

You don’t mind, but it’s making you feel hot. Your thighs clench, rubbing together trying to ease the slowly building heat.

“Don’t move yet, my sweet.”

The dark desired filled look he gives you sends a shiver down your spine. You hold your pose, but can’t stop the occasional trembling, not with that heated gaze.

Brassius sighs, running his fingers through his hair before stepping away from his sketch, and towards you.

“Are you stiff? We can take a break if you’d like, as I’d like to truly capture your essence.”

You shake your head, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m fine, hon, honest.”

He doesn’t believe you.

You look at him as he kneels in front of you, his rough hands slowly sliding from your thick thighs, up the pudge of your stomach. He pauses for a moment, squeezing your love handles, before continuing up the sides of your chest.

“You truly are a goddess. They have made paintings, worshipping you, making sure such beauty would be preserved for generations to see.”

You can feel your face burning as you avert your gaze.

“B-Brassius, you don’t-“

“Shh, let me worship my goddess.”

Your breathing shakes as his thumbs rub over your nipples before gently squeezing the soft, supple skin of your tits.

“Such a stunning figure you’ve kept hidden from me, so much to love, such a stunning sight that simply must be shared!”

You lightly arch your back, keening as he pinches your nipples, lightly tugging on them. Brassius can feel the drool pooling in his mouth, watching your body jiggle and squirm from his touch.

“Please, let me worship you. Allow me just a taste.”

You lean your head back, panting, listening to his voice low in your ear.

“I am nothing but a devoted worshipper, a devoted follower. addicted to you like you're the finest ambrosia.”

A whimper escapes your lips, feelings his hard cock pressing against your thighs.

And with how he begs, with how he touches you, how could you say no?

[gurugirl]

okay i just went through and read ALL of your queens secret series and i am absolutely obsessed. i know you did it forever ago and i doubt you have motivation to do it again and i don’t want to push you BUT ! if you ever want to continue it and give them an at least somewhat happy ending instead of a cliff hanger i’d love it 🥹🥹❤️ if not maybe u could let us know sometime what your plans for them were going to be? just for peace of mind purposes LOL !!! love u guru

Hi hon 🥹 I just have to say that I think about them every other day and I hate that I abandoned that story the way I did bc I truly loved it so much. I think getting to the end of a series can be really daunting for some writers bc you want it to be perfect so I got overwhelmed and didn’t want to ruin the story so I worried that my ending wasn’t going to do them justice, I was over thinking it and wound up just letting it sit too long and now we’re here with a story I never finished 😢

That being said, it’s still something I’d like to complete one day. I’ll give you some spoilers and the idea I had for the ending under the cut which would encompass about 5 more chapters.

I have the queen and Harry (and their baby) wind up together in the end.

So, it’s left in the story where Harry is hiding out in YN’s bedroom in the estate but he can’t stay there forever bc Gertrude is suspicious when he keeps cancelling to see the kids. They figure out he's gone missing when he's never home.

Also Y/n is very pregnant during this time so everything is closing in on them. Bc of the stress Y/n winds up going into preterm labor so the baby has to be transported to a hospital, etc.

In the mean time, with everyone distracted (mainly the king) y/n and Harry leave the estate together and her assistant, sister, and mother arrange for Harry to stay in an empty home to hide out until they can figure out their next step.

Y/n goes to the hospital to be with the baby while harry makes arrangements for them to leave the kingdom (with Y/n's mother's and sister's help) - so Y/n stays at the hospital round the clock until the baby is healthy enough. When the king isn't there and the coast is clear (and with the help of nurses who learned the story and who the real father is) she and the babe are reunited with Harry where they leave with their baby (teary goodbyes all around with her mother) and settle in a small house on a farm in a different region and build a new life.

SO it's not a 100% happy ending bc harry misses his older children. There would be kind of a moment where he's thinking or saying how he can't wait to see them again one day when they're older and he will send them gifts and notes so they won't forget him and know he's thinking of them.

But YN and Harry and their baby have a sweet little happy life despite all of it.

And that is what the plan was!

Thank you for asking about them anon 🥰

xoxo

[matan4il]

I don’t know you at all beyond your posts, but I’ve been following you since late October and just want to say I love you and appreciate everything you do. I’m sorry so much is so sad and so hard, but Israel is not alone, and we Jews are always connected. am yisrael chai 💙

Nonnie, this is SO sweet! Thank you so much, and I hope it's okay if I say that I appreciate you, too! For being here so many months, reading stuff that isn't easy to handle, for being so kind, for caring and giving something good to me and every person reading your ask, for standing with our people in such a lovely way. We ARE all connected, and I'm happy to be a part of the same tribe as you. Sending you endless love, hon! Am Yisrael chai! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[enid-rhees]

Hey bae! I feel so dumb asking this, but did I already request the shy!insecure!midsize! Reader x Enid fic? Basically where she comforts reader about her body, reassuring her that she's beautiful regardless of her size 🫶🥹💖

Enid finds the reader, her girlfriend, standing in front of the mirror crying over her body/weight. Reader is definitely not skinny, she's a little chubby/thick all over.

Also something smutty to top it off if you don't mind hehe ):>.....

Let's say Enid eats reader out. Squeezing on her plump thighs, leaving hickeys all over them, kissing and kneading her tummy up to her breasts, just to remind her how much she truly loves the reader ;). Maybe some face riding too! The reader is about to cum, when Enid pulls back and goes, "I want you to sit on my face.". Something between those lines.

Reader is shocked at first, hesitant and nervous. Worried she'll suffocate Enid, but ofc, Enid tells her that she'll be fine. Dom!Enid pretty much commands the reader to sit on her face. 🥴

Anyway, I'm so sorry if I already requested something similar to this! I have really bad memory (blame my ADHD 💀-) lmao. Ilysm <3!!

hiii 🫶🏻 you did send a similar one and it completely got buried in my inbox i am so sorry for not seeing it 😭 but i totally relate to the ADHD thing lmfao my memory is complete ass. i hope you enjoy !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i kinda went off with my own personal experiences as a bigger person so i hope this is okay :)

warnings: SMUT. eating out and face riding. semi- dom!Enid. MINORS DNI.

you tried to avoid it as much as possible. either by walking way too fast by it or not going in that room at all. you hated that mirror. it practically shouted every insecurity you had right back at you.

so when Enid asked you to carry up a basket of your guys’ laundry to your bedroom, you hesitated. but quickly acted fine, not wanting to concern Enid. you walked up the steps slowly, keeping your eyes on the basket of clothes.

when you made it to your shared bedroom, you kept your eyes down, dripping the basket onto your bed. you folded the clothes and made different piles for each type of clothing. after you were done folding them, you started to place them in their designated drawers in your dresser. you placed the basket down next to your dresser and started to make your way out the door.

you made the mistake of glancing at the mirror. your heart dropped down as you couldn’t look away, it was too late. as you got closer, you could feel tears prick your eyes just at the sight.

everything about your body made you feel worse about yourself. you weren’t like the others in your group, with a small waist or a gap between your thighs. you noticeably stuck out, you knew it. you continued to stare, sinking deep into the thoughts you tried to keep away.

“Y/N?” your favorite voice pushed you out of your thoughts. you turned your head, Enid stood in the doorway, looking at you with concern. “i- Enid, hey.” you smiled, trying to act normal.

Enid slowly walked over to you, immediately noticing the tears that lined your eyes. “hon, why were you crying?” she asked, wiping the rest away. you stared at her, not knowing what to say.

“baby, talk to me.” she whispered. “the mirror.” you whispered back. “i hate- i can’t look at myself. i look awful, Enid. i’m so much different than everyone here. i’m bigger, and it’s-“

Enid cut you off with a kiss. when she pulled away, she pulled you closer to her by your waist, squeezing the skin between her fingers. “you’re beautiful. so fucking beautiful. and i don’t think you look awful. you know what you are to me? perfect. and it will always be that way. you’re perfect in every way possible and i’ll love you no matter how you look.”

you felt tears prick at your eyes again, never feeling so loved than now. hearing those words opened you up to something new.

Enid bit her lip, glancing down at your lips. “can i show you just how perfect you really are?” you nodded instantly. Enid wasted no time connecting your lips and pushing you towards your bed.

she pushed you down onto it, undoing the button of your jeans and pulling them down along with your underwear in one go. she threw them into an unknown place somewhere in your room. Enid spread your legs, smiling at the sight.

Enid started to slowly kiss all around your thighs, sucking purple and blue marks into the soft skin. you breathed out small whines, feeling your body heat up everywhere.

suddenly, Enid entered her tongue, making you help. you tangled your hands into her hair and she moaned into you at the feeling. the vibration causing you to let out a loud moan.

she gripped onto your thighs, squeezing and kneading the plush skin. she continued to lap at your folds as she moved one of her hands, using her thumb to start rubbing your clit. you gasped, your legs going over her shoulders and your grip on her hair tightening.

her other hand reached up, taking hold one of your breasts. she rubbed over your nipple, and your back arched at the sensation it provided.

your hips started to grind against her face as your orgasm approached, trying to chase it. as you were about to cum, Enid removed her face from your legs. you whined, breathing heavily.

“sit on my face.” Enid instructed. your eyes went wide as you picked your head up to look at her. “what? are you insane? i’m going to crush you!” you told her, shaking your head.

“no, you won’t. please. sit on my face.” she begged, moving to lie on her back. you hesitated, slowly moving up her body. she grabbed onto your thighs again, pulling you down onto her. a loud moan escaped your lips and you grabbed onto the headboard.

she dug her tongue in skillfully, licking into every crevice inside of you. your orgasm began to approach again, slowly creeping up on you.

“Enid!” you moaned out, your legs shaking from the overwhelming pleasure. your orgasm hit you, white heat spread through your entire body. you fell on the next next to Enid, trying to catch your breath. she looked over at you, smiling at you with glistened lips.

“you’re perfect.” she said to you. “and i want you to know that. i need to know that. i’ll remind you every hour of every day i have to. you’re so perfect to me. and i love you so much. okay?”

you nodded, still trying to catch your breath. “you’ve made me feel so special, Enid. i love you. so damn much.”

[slaasherslut]

Lester Sinclair + frogs hcs

Okay thanks to @coppasulfate I am now OBSESSED with the idea of Lester loving frogs. hes a frog boy at heart and nothing can change my mind.

Since he was left alone a good chunk of his childhood he had to make his own fun, and one way he did that was going to the nearby creek and catching frogs.

Baby Les spent so much time just crouched at the side of the creek wearing his bright green froggy rain boots trying to spot some frogs in the water.

He refuses to leave his hunt empty handed. He will catch a frog, and he will take it home, no matter how long it takes.

Has a new frog every day but he always calls them "James".

Known to shove frogs in his jacket pockets and carry them around.

Bo is terrified of frogs, he flips out whenever Lester brings them in the house.

Speaking of Bo, one time as a kid Lester put a bunch of frogs in a deep kitchen pot for safe keeping. Bo opened the lid and a shit ton of frogs just jumped out at him. He was traumatized and he definitely cried.

Definitely slept with a frog plush as kid. He doesn't anymore now that he has you to cuddle but its kept on the shelf high up in the closet so Jonesy cant reach it. He sees it every day when he gets dressed.

Has accidentally let frogs loose in the house on multiple occasions.

One time he thought he wrangled them all up and as the two of you were settling down in bed for the night, a soft ribbit echoed throughout the house. You both groaned knowing he missed one.

Will send you blurry photos of frogs hes seen throughout his day or a selfie with said frog, usually captioned "I made a friend today!" or "*insert random frog name* says hello!"

"aint he so cute, sweetpea!? What should we name him? I think he looks like a 'Kirk'. Whatchu think, hon?"

You have definitely told him so many times to stop bringing frogs in the house.

"Lester, what's that in your pocket?"

"...it's nothin'..."

Meanwhile he's literally trying to avoid your gaze and is standing in front of the fridge in the kitchen like

also I will not be judged for using not one but two photos of Greg from OTGW its one of my favs. plus Greg kinda reminds me of baby Les, just a bit brighter lol

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