#i left to go home. and her and her gf have got so many little kinder toys and lego pieces out on the shelves in the living room so it looks

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[dmumt]

genuine question is having a flatmate ever a pleasant experience

[smutoperator]

can you write ex gf minju? minju and you broke up cuz of college and you meet again years later but she has a family now but she cheats on her new husband with you.

Blast From The Past

Kim Minju x Male Reader

Tags: big dick worship, boss chair blowjob, cheating, college sweetheart, creampie, cum licking, (lots of) facefucking, future, home office, housewife, long time no see, mating press, milfju, multiple orgasms, passionate sex, pregnancy

Word count: 3918

April 29th, 2041

Twenty years ago, Minju endured her most heartbroken day of her life. Her group had just disbanded, and you decided to break up with her to focus on your college graduation. As the years passed, Minju transitioned from her days as an idol and actress and is now a 40-year-old housewife working from home in the real estate market.

Minju has got into a business marriage. Her husband is sterile but wanted kids, so she found other guys to inseminate her twice. At this point, this is basically ten times Korea's fertility rate, so her 4-member family really stands out from her co-workers, who are all single.

Today, Minju was lonely. Her husband was on a work trip abroad. She then suddenly remembered her former college sweetheart.

"Could you come to my house?" Minju texted you. You two had met a few times since breaking up, but she never allowed such intimacy, especially as a married woman. Something must have changed then, but you accepted her invitation anyway.

You arrived at Minju's house just as she was starting to work. Minju welcomed you with open arms, feeling even lonelier as she had just dropped her kids off at school. "Sit here; I'm not feeling that well today," she said, pointing to her work desk. "What happened?" you asked. "My husband is away, and I feel so done with my marriage that I think I need a divorce," she continued. "And do you want to talk about this with me?" you asked. "Maybe," she replied.

Minju turned off the computer and went to the kitchen to pick up something to eat. But she couldn't help but look at you sitting at her workplace. Some burning feelings from the past were starting to creep back into her mind. You looked so handsome to her. So much so that she made an impulsive move.

"I need a break," Minju knelt under her desk and started carressing the area around your pants. You thought this was a little weird, but flashes of your college days came up immediately. You didn't say anything. It's her house; she can do what she wants. You'll just follow this beautiful noona, just like you did when she was just turning 20.

Minju knew you always had some love left for her. She could notice your erection bulging and wanted to see it after so many years, licking it while still clothed and then unveiling it. She was amazed; you truly hadn't changed down there in 20 years. That cock was throbbing and was bigger than the whole radius of her face. Still with her workplace outfit on, Minju dove onto your tip, licking it like a baby who discovers a long-missing toy. She really wanted to make up for the lost time, admiring that length and enjoying every second of it. It was so beautiful. Better, it was so big.

Minju licked your shaft from top to bottom and put it in her mouth, hitting her tongue with your tip. You really liked how submissive she was to your cock. Her angelic face always hides the fact that she can get slutty in a snap, and the way she worshipped your member was incredible. You tuck her hair out to get a better view of her beautiful face as she sloppily works on that shaft, twisting and sucking it full of lust and spitting on it like she's sucking a lollipop. She keeps going for five straight minutes. No noises except her naughty tongue, giving that cock the work it deserves.

"Come here after lunch, but instead of my mouth, you'll be inside my pussy," Minju says. "Ok, but why after lunch and not now?" you ask. "I need to solve some problems first." Before she moves further, she needs to free herself from this boring housewife life. "I'm calling it quits," she tells her coworkers at their online meeting. Her divorce papers will be ready for her husband when he arrives. A new Minju is about to be unleashed. Well, an old Minju.

A few hours later, you return to Minju's house. This time, she greets you wearing the lingerie she had under her office attire in the morning. "Take your clothes off, and let's go straight to bed," she says. Passionate kisses follow; this is already much better than the boring sex her husband has been giving her for over a decade. Minju pushes you into her bed and resumes the blowjob she had started that morning.

"You're still so big after all these years," Minju praises your length and makes sure to work the whole extension of it, even pouring lube for an easier slide into her soft little hands. "I fucking love this huge cock," she tells you.

"What made you decide to get back in touch with me?" you ask just as she takes a little break from filling her mouth full of cock. "Eunbi and Yeji were really noticing how unhappy I was, but it's all gone with you back in my life," she says, moving towards swallowing your balls, and you let out a groan.

Minju was really happy that she listened to her friends counseling. Your cock was double the size of her husband and very responsive to her stimulation, growing bigger as she kept working her magic on it. "I don't know how it's even going to fit inside me; my pussy hasn't taken a cock this big in, I guess, 20 years," she says. She might be concerned about showing her age, but to you, she is just as beautiful as she was two decades ago.

"I want you to fuck my face; I gotta test if I can take it," Minju tells you with a smile. You are over the moon, seizing the opportunity to use her beautiful, sexy, and warm mouth as a training ground before you get in her pussy. You give her no relief whatsoever, treating Minju like the slut she is and plowing her mouth upwards as you love to see her beautiful face full of cock.

Minju coughs and gags all over your cock. The truth is, all those years made her lose some of her deepthroating skills. Despite trying the hardest to engulf your hard boner, she can only take it halfway in. But she keeps trying, letting you push her head further down it. Your enormous girth barely fits in her mouth, turning her face into a mess as you make it red.

Your cock is full of Minju's saliva. Doubts arise in her mind about whether she can still take it. All those years with a vanilla husband might never bring back the young foxy queen Minju of the past. She can barely take half of it without gagging.

"That's so fucking hot," she says. "Do it again," Minju says, showing she won't give up and that a little extra training can bring her old self back. She closes her eyes and loosens herself up as more and more of your length goes down her throat, until she finally manages to deepthroat that anaconda for the first time in a long while.

"You still got it," you say, praising her. In the end, Minju is still the most beautiful woman on the planet to you, and she's even prettier when she's getting her face filled with your cock. You caress her pretty face as she sticks her tongue out to lick your cock. Slutty Minju has always been the best Minju, and you love how she slowly unleashes it and brings back memories of better days.

Minju throats your sword two-thirds of the way in now; get more accustomed to it. You know there is nothing this beautiful girl can't do and that she'll be taking it to the fullest soon. "Perfect, you're taking it so well," you tell her, diving your cock deeper into her throat, which makes her gag. 

"Maybe I'm ready to have it in my pussy," Minju says. "I want it so bad inside me; feel every inch stretching out my little pussy," she continues. You want it too; you love when she talks in a slutty way like this. 

Minju takes off the top of her lingerie, showing off her perky tits. She lies on her bed and spreads her legs as you kiss her little pink pussy that you haven't worshipped in a long time, before slowly eating her folds as she releases some cute moans. "You like licking that fucking pussy, baby?" she asks as she spreads her entrance for you to hit it deeper with your tongue.

"Keep going, baby; oh my god, lick my clit, I love it," Minju says as you take it in your mouth. "That tongue feels so good," she continues as you spit inside her and dive your head fully into her pussy. "Keep it there," she demands, getting her right leg up in the air. "You really like to worship my pussy, don't you?" she says. 

Minju grinds her breedable hips into your face as she enjoys your tongue; you get her really warm. "I want you to fuck me so bad; I want that big dick right inside my pussy," she begs with her beautiful smile. Soon, your face gets replaced by a long pole teasing her entrace.

You can feel that after all those years, Minju is still tight. "Nice and slow," she says as you rub your shaft into her entrance before teasing her into inserting just the tip. "Oh, Fuck, I love how you tease me," she says, as you shortly move straight into action and fuck her passionately in missionary.

Minju enjoys how your long length stretches her pussy. "Stretch it good," she says as you get deeper. Your cock slides with ease as you kiss her; her needy hole truly needed it. You go faster. "Don't stop," Minju says, "You're gonna make me cum already," she says, making you pick up the pace and choke her as she closes her eyes and you groan loudly.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, ah, shit." Minju has a fairly easy orgasm after a short few minutes. She really missed a long cock stretching her out; her pussy gets tighter and pinches your cock, but you remain strong, committed to stretching her cunt at all costs, as she softly curses and moans while kissing you in between. 

You lick Minju's neck as you give her a hard missionary pounding that sends her to the heavens. The way you wrap your body around hers makes her feel so loved, and the way your cock works hard in her pussy is so enjoyable to her. 

Your balls slap into Minju's clit as her right leg gets fully lifted and you press her back against the bed. Her orgasms continue as your cock gives her what she's been missing for nearly two decades. Minju just lets you dominate her and work as you please with her little breedable body.

"You're so fucking deep in me," Minju moans and laughs as you move to a mating press, her legs now all up in the air. Her pussy feels so good and warm the more you plow her. She's never felt that much pleasure since you left her. Minju starts regretting all those years you two were far apart, as your passionate pounding keeps giving her orgasm after orgasm.

Minju kisses you, thanking you for all the pleasure you are giving her as she goes back to worshipping your huge cock and tasting all her juices from it. She then rewards you with her wet pussy right in your face as she gets on top of you for a 69. You wrap your hands around her little waist, and you two compete to see who pleases the other the most. But Minju clearly has the edge. You can't match the way she massages your balls and gets you on the edge of unloading in her warm, cock-filled throat.

Truth be told, all Minju wants now is to be a sleeve for your massive cock. She gets on all fours as you spank her pale cheeks, her enticing pussy ready for more. "Ohhh shit," she moans as you insert just the tip, feeling very needy for that long dick. You grab the garters on her waist that are tied to her sexy black stockings as she swings her breedable hips to take more of that shaft inside her. Minju bounces on all fours as you spank her cute butt, tease her with slow pumps inside, and rub your tip on her beautiful wet entrance.

Slowly, you get your cock deep inside Minju; her pussy is wet but tightens fairly easily, giving you a huge challenge to stretch it out. "I love that cock stretching my tiny little pussy," she says. "Shit, you're so fucking tight after all those years," you tell her, barely able to get halfway inside as her pink hole clenches hard on every inch of that cock.

You have to take your cock out multiple times not to cum, her pussy gaping at each time. You then pump Minju faster, making her asshole wink at each thurst. "Fuck spank me like a slut," she begs as you increase the pace. Minju starts to regret not staying with you; she could have done that for years already, being the perfect toy for a massive cock that would stretch her out every single day.

Minju's little tits jiggle as she closes her eyes and explodes in louder and louder moans. "Don't stop," she demands, grabbing your hand as you wrap it around her waist. She's so slim and pretty—the perfect princess turned into the ultimate slutty fuck toy. "Take that cock," you tell her as you spank her further. "GOD, FUCK!" she yells. The line that introduced her to the world was about making it red, but now she's the one for whom you're turning the body red.

More spanks succeed in Minju's pale booty. And the more she takes them, the more she enjoys them. She's so overwhelmed she can't even stay on her knees anymore, cumming again as she gets pinned to the bed and turns your submissive doggy fuck into an even more submissive prone-boning of her pussy. You're now just her big bull manhandling her pink fleshlight, her torso and tummy hitting the bedsheets harder at each thrust you give her, her cheeks clapping as you put all your weight pressured against her hot body. 20 or 40 years old, Minju is still the same, perfect from head to toe.

"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO FUCKING DEEP." Minju screams as your cock fulyl bulges under her belly and shapes her pussy from her entrance to her cervix, molding it like it's your own work of art. You could cum right now, and that would be enough on its own. But you want more; you want Minju to feel every inch of your cock every day for the rest of her life. She'll be yours, one inch at a time.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Minju turns into a screaming mess as you pound her harder and harder. Her ass is fully up against your hips as you destroy Minju like a fuckdoll. She may have had doubts at first, but even at this age, she can still take it. "Oh my god, I'm cumming again." These words make you craze as you pin her even harder against the bedsheets and choke her, making her pussy clench and unleashing a powerful orgasm that almost makes you finish right after.

You slow down and kiss Minju, getting completely on top of her, making her hot body into your property. Slow and deep, all the way in, you make Minju moan softly while stimulating her neck with kisses, her face now redder than a tomato. She could die right there, drowned by pleasure, and it would be a happy ending for her.

You set Minju free, and she immediately bends over to crown your cock, taking it deep in her mouth as she enjoys tasting herself, smiling and moaning. She then lays down, giving you a perfect view of her red cheeks as your member slides up and down her mouth. You caress her soft cheeks as her blowjob drives you to the edge—two lovebirds who feel like they couldn't have got a better comeback than this. 

Minju keeps kissing your dick. "Fuck, I can't believe this thing fits all inside of me," she says. "It felt so good inside of my pussy," she continues, with more kisses. You can't resist her warm mouth wrapped all over your massive monster, pushing up as you go back to fuck her face nonstop, treating her mouth the same way you just did to her pussy. "Fuck my face and bulge under my tiny little throat," Minju demands as soon as she gags, and you do it just as she asks.

After some rough throat pounding, you go back to your romantic ways, sliding back inside Minju in a passionate spooning position and kissing her as your cock hotly slides slowly in and out of her pussy. You caress her nipples as she demands that you go deeper. "Stretch my pussy all the way in,"  she says, fingering her clit to the pace of your thrusts while you hold the little string around her waist. 

"Fuck, you're stretching me out so good," she says. "You're getting so fucking deep AHHHHH," she continues as your balls start smashing against her entrance. 10 throbbing inches, and Minju is taking all of them, just like at your college dorms when your friends went out. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

"God, it's gonna make me cum again, yessss," Minju moans as she closes her eyes and releases yet another flow of juices into your massive monster, the orgasms her sterile husband could never give to her. Meanwhile,  today she's basically lost count of how many times she creamed herself on that cock. "I'm gonna cum all over that fucking cock, AHHHHH," Minju screams as you choke her, making her unleash it even quicker as you push your cock deep inside her with all your might.

Minju is still out of breath as you move slower to allow her to enjoy her orgams. "Keep stretching that pussy up," she says as she grabs her little tits. "I love feeling every single inch of you," she continues. "Make me your little fucking bitch; make me submit to all your desires," Minju keeps going, more satisfied than ever at each time you penetrate deep inside her pussy. "Harder, harder," she says as you clap your balls on her clit nonstop and make her scream even further as you groan and have yet another close call.

"Keep fucking me until I die, or until you cum," Minju says shortly after she gives you the most torrid round of kisses. "Let me sit on that fucking cock," she says, starting her ride slowly to adjust to that massive length impaling her. You wrap your hands around her waist and push her body down with your massive prick. Minju starts to move faster, getting better acclimated to that huge cock. "Stretch me out," she says as you push up her pussy and take control before resuming the ride.

"Spank my ass like a slut," she says as her bounces get harder to resist; each spanking makes her ultra-tight pussy clench. You can't resist and start manhandling her once again while slapping her hard, loving the way she moans.

Minju pulls out for a bit and gets on her feet on the side of the bed. You follow as you two kiss each other, feeling like this could be your last time together. She massages your cock, and you kiss her neck. "I missed you so much, my lover, especially your big cock stretching me out so well," she tells you. "But I'm still missing one last thing," she says. "Nobody has ever fucked me like you," she continues.

Minju then jumps on your cock, committing to make you drain her balls inside her. She's not going to stop until you do. Her ride gets crazier. You have flashbacks of her 20-year-old energetic self, which she brings back just for this moment. "Wanna cum inside me so fucking bad?" she asks. "I want you to fucking fill me up," she continues. "I'm ready to feel every fucking drop inside of my pussy; please shoot your load inside me," she keeps begging.

Not only did you shoot it, but the load that you had been saving for 20 years spurted out of your cock like a geyser, filling Minju's tight pussy to the brim, so much so that lots of it spilled into your navel. Your cock was throbbing so hard for her that it kept pulsating for 10 long seconds after you shot your cum inside her. Minju, not wanting to miss any drops, licks your cum-covered tummy with her mouth, swallowing what leaked out of her cunt. If this was your last time together, it was surely worth it.

"My God, you fuck me so good; you're incredible." Minju praised you and gave you more kisses, feeling loved in a way she hadn't felt for a long time. "Marry me, let's do this for the rest of our lives," she said, giving a final kiss on your cock.

But you two couldn't even enjoy it for much, as Minju's husband, arriving earlier, announced himself in the house. You, still naked, had to hide yourself in Minju's closet as you listened to both of them talking.

"Why are you almost naked in lingerie, Minju?" Her husband asked. "Nothing," she said, "just wanted to try some things I haven't done in a while.". "I saw you want to file for divorce; what are you hiding from me, Minju?" he continues. "Well, our marriage stalled out; honestly, keep the kids to yourself. You wanted them so much, but I had to find other guys because you're sterile," Minju continues, increasing her tone.

The arguing continues as you remain trapped in the closet. Her husband leaves and goes, taking "his" kids back from school. Minju cries as you try to consolate her and keep her calm. You had made her feel loved for the first time in years. "I hope this isn't the last time we see each other," she says, carrying you out of her house before her husband returns.

A few months passed by. Minju and her husband get into a divorce settlement. But she never called you after that night. You wondered if she had gotten back to her risk-averse ways and just wanted to play it safe. Until you receive a call.

"Hello," Minju says. Your eyes get bright instantly upon hearing her voice. "I have some news," she continued. "I'm pregnant," she tells you. "I want to move away from my home; would you follow me?" she asks. "Sure, anywhere you go, I'll follow you down," you tell her.

Last call: flight from Seoul to Prague. The aiport sound system announces. Minju gives one last hug to her longtime best friends, Eunbi and Yeji. "I'll stay in touch," she tells them. You two are ready to depart and start a new life. Meanwhile, the baby bump on Minju's belly is more noticeable than ever.

What was supposed to be the end was just a new start.

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Shorter fic this time, busier week here. But on the 3rd year of my ult group's disbandment anniversary, I decided to drop this fic, which ends in the same way I feel about them today: Iz*one's end was just a new start, and its legacy has been enhanced by what happened after, as many of the most successful groups of the generation came from them.

PS: hopefully we see more of Minju this year. 🦊

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Hi ! Could you write something where like y/n is sucking or playing with heeseungs dick & she just got her fresh nails done and they’re pretty and EVERHTING & she poses with heeseungs dick and adds a bow …

(Sorry for taking so long to respond to your request)

French Tip ~ L. HS

pairing: sugar-daddy!bf!heeseung x babygirl!gf!reader| wc: 1.3k | plot: after getting your nails done, you're excited to show Heeseung your fresh, new set. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! blow job, boob job, hand job, basically touching his dick in every way possible and snapping a few pictures lol bc why tf not (there're also a few cute moments hehe)

Having your boyfriend pay for your nails was nothing out of the ordinary to you. He did this almost every week, or whenever else he thought they should be done.

Sometimes you would ask for his input, but today was not one of those days. You wanted to surprise him with a fresh, natural-looking set.

French Tips...

"When you finish getting your nails done, send me a pic. I wanna see what they look like," he said before kissing you on the cheek. You could still smell the scent of coffee from this morning in the air.

That alone was addicting enough, but when the scent of his Channel cologne was mixed in only one thing was on your mind. And that was getting back in bed with him. Or at least pleasing him while he tells you how pretty you look.

"Okay," you smiled softly as you looked into his sweet doe eyes. You pulled the gold chain of your black clutch bag over your shoulder as you headed out the door.

You would've loved for him to take you to your nail appointment today, but he had some business to take care of at home. To be specific, he had a very important meeting over Zoom with a few of his colleagues concerning a very important business deal, which he made crystal clear to you the day before.

Before heading to your appointment, you stopped to place an order for some desserts. Heeseung planned to have a business party next week and he left you in charge of the food.

"Why do you want me to do it? Can't you just hire someone else to take care of this," you asked, not because you had a problem with it, more so for the reason that you were honestly curious.

"Well, you have good taste," he smiled.

"Mhm, sure I do."

"Well, that and you taste good," he smirked, pulling you close to flick his tongue across your lips.

You took a sip from your water bottle as you walked into the beauty salon. "Good morning, Dear. Are you here for your 9 o'clock appointment?" Mrs. Yanez asked from behind the desk.

"Yes, ma'am," you smiled.

"Alright, I'm just gonna log you in," she said as she clacked away at her keyboard. "Do you know what you want to do today?"

"Yes, I'll need a full, fresh set along with a mani-pedi."

"Did you want a massage as well?"

"No, that's alright."

"You sure, it's 30 percent off today. Plus you've accumulated a total of 1500 pretty points with us."

"Hmm, well I'll definitely use those points another day," you smiled. "And as much as I would love a discounted massage, I kinda wanna get back home a little early today."

"Ooh, Mr. Lee must be home today," she teased.

"Yes, he is," you chuckled.

"Well, then I won't keep you waiting any longer," she smiled before pushing a small black button. She often reminded you of the tía-sobrina relationship you never had. You could talk to her about anything, and trust me...she wanted to hear it.

"Right this way, Miss," a masked employee nodded as you followed her to the back. You giggled as Mrs. Yanez playfully waved to you with a smirk on her face.

You sat down in a soft leather chair as you explained what look you were going for today. "I would like a natural-looking set. Almost like French tips, but with natural shades."

"So no white tip?"

"Well white like the color of my natural nails," you explained pointing to the whites of your nails.

"Okay, perfect. I can do that for you. Gloss or not gloss?"

"Gloss," you smiled, as the lady turned around to pick from the colors on her shelf. A nude color, an off-white color, and a pale yellow--which she mixed with the white to match the natural color of your nails.

Having a custom color mixed made your nails feel pretty unique. Plus, this was a style you never tried before, so you were excited to see how they'd come out.

After about 45 minutes you were ready to go. Two people ended up working on you which sped up the process.

"Tell Heeseung I said hello," Mrs. Yanez smiled as you walked out.

"I will," you chuckled as she waved to you.

You climbed into your car before heading over to a nearby boba shop to pick up some drinks. Matcha for you and brown sugar for him. You liked extra boba and he liked extra syrup. These were little details you could never forget.

*Click* you snapped a shot of you holding the brown sugar boba because it looked better with your nails, even though it was for Heeseung.

Within seconds he opened the message and hearted the pic you sent. "They look nice, babe," he texted. You were surprised he even said that much.

"Maybe his meeting hasn't started yet. Or maybe they canceled it," you thought to yourself. Either way, you couldn't wait to get back home.

"Heeseung?" you called out as you stepped out of your shoes. Your car keys, clutch bag, and phone balanced between your fingers as you carried both of the drinks over to the counter. You had drunk about a fourth of your by the time you made it home.

You placed yours on the counter as you walked into his home office.

You knocked softly as you opened the door. Heeseung didn’t say a single word, but the look on his face told you everything. “I’m a little busy right now, babe. You can come back later, okay.”

You paused in both shock and embarrassment for a moment before a cheeky smirk appeared on your face. You closed the door behind you before walking over to his desk.

He was trying his best not to look at you, but you could tell he wanted to.

You placed his drink on the desk next to him before crawling under the desk. As professional as Heeseung tried to be at times, he loved wearing his sweat pants and you liked them too.

They were comfortable and made pulling his dick out so much easier.

You fiddled around with his drawstring causing him to wiggle a bit from your touch before you managed to get his dick out. You felt him harden between your palms as you stroked him up and down. That's when an idea popped into your head.

You pulled your phone out and snapped a shot of his tip against your tongue. You placed your phone down beside you as you began to suck him off. You felt him lean forward slightly, trying his best to contain his excitement.

You kissed the head of his dick to give him a chance to readjust himself. You could hear the voices of his colleagues coming from his computer as you continued to suck him off. You pulled back to unbutton your blouse using your tits to take the place of your hands as you jerked him off.

*Click* you took another pic of his dick nestled in between your tits.

You traced your tongue up the length of his shaft before taking it back in your mouth. It wasn't long before you heard him getting ready to end the call.

You looked up at him from under the desk. "Couldn't wait until after my meeting," he asked with a smirk.

You shook your head no as you continued to bob your head on his cock.

"Did you at least enjoy yourself?"

"Hmm...almost. I still feel like I'm missing a little something."

"And what would that be?" he asked cheekily, though he was fully aware of what you wanted...especially after you opened your mouth to tap his tip on your tongue.

He grabbed your head, shoving it down as he pumped himself into your mouth. Just as he was getting ready to cum he pulled your head back to coat your tongue.

*Click* He took a photo of your sitting between his legs with his cum all over your tongue and a dazed look on your face.

He paused to tap away at his phone before sending a pic of you with a bow edited on your head looking completely cum drunk.

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SKZ reaction to their gf being in a car crash

SKZ OT8 x female! reader

SKZ reaction to their girlfriend being in a car crash and taking care of her

Thank you for the request, hope you like it! 

Wordcount ≈ 1.5k

Warnings: Car crash, broken leg, bruises, a little angsty, mentioning of anxiety, 

Part 2

(Y/n)’s POV

“Hey, I’m going to be running a bit late. I have a bit left that I need to do on this project, so I’ll order some food and eat here,” “Are you sure? How late do you think you’ll have to stay?” “I’m not sure, Binnie, I think I need another 3 or 4 hours before I’m done,” “Mmm, okay, do you want some of us to come and pick you up?” “No, I’ll be fine and besides you guys have had a long day, I’ll text you guys when I leave,” “Alright, be careful,” “Love you,” “Love you, too,” 

After hanging up the call with Changbin, I got back to working on my project. If I did this project great then I could be in for a promotion at work. And if I got this promotion, my life as the girlfriend of a very successful kpop group would be a bit easier. With this promotion, I could go with them on tours, at least more than one stop. So I had to get it. I needed it. I ordered some food and got back to work, most of my colleagues had left the building leaving me and a handful of others behind. 

3 hours and 25 minutes later, I was finally finished. I submitted my project, packed up my things, sent a text to Seungmin as he was the last person I texted with, letting him now that I was leaving the building. I went down to the garage and got into my car. Seungmin responded as I started the car, saying he and all the others missed me and were waiting. 

I began driving, I couldn’t wait to get home to my boyfriends. I was exhausted and missed their embraces. I came to a stop light, the streets were surprisingly empty, even at this late hour the streets were usually filled with cars. The light turned green and I began driving, suddenly I noticed headlights of another car approaching from my left, the car was speeding, seemingly out of control, I realized that no matter what I did, we would collide, still I tried to step on my gas hoping the other car would miss me. The last thing I remember was a loud bang and feeling pain. 

Third Person POV

Over at the SKZ dorm, the boys were waiting eagerly for (Y/n) to come home. They had prepared snacks, blankets, and a movie. All of them ready for a cuddly movie night. They kept checking their phones and out the windows, expecitng to see either a call, a text, or (Y/n)’s car. Yet no matter how many times they checked they found nothing. 

“It’s been 30 minutes since she texted, it only takes 15 minutes here, and that’s on days when the traffic is bad,” Minho noted, concern evident on his face, his body was restless. Changbin was pacing around the room, feeling like he should have gone and picked her up even if she said it wasn’t necessary. “I’ll try calling her,” Hyunjin said as he held the phone up to his ear, whishing she would pick up, however he was disappointed as he was met with (Y/n)’s voice mail. 

“Her phone could be dead and she’s just buying snacks,” Han said, trying to be hopeful, yet his hands were shaking, his breathing irregular, anxiety taking over his body as he feared the worst had happened. “Yeah, she’s gonna come any second now, I feel it,” Felix said, he sat beside Han, trying to find comfort in his bandmate and boyfriend. Jeongin stood by the window, staring down at each passing car, analyzing each one to try and find the one belonging to his dear girlfriend. 

Another 30 minutes passed by, an hour since (Y/n) said she would be coming home. Yet there was no sign of her. A few minutes more passed by when Chan received a call from an unknown number, he answered it, half expecting it to be from a fan who had managed to get a hold of his number. He was surprised that the one on the other line was a doctor, or at least someone working at the hospital. 

“Hello, is this Bang Chan?” “Yes, who is this?” “I am calling from the hospital, your girlfriend (L/n) (Y/n) has been in an accident,” “WHAT?” The other boys all stood up, shaking with fear and worry at Chan’s shout. “There was a car accident, miss (L/n) is still being examined, could you come over to the hospital?” “Of course, I’ll, or we’ll be there as soon as we can,” “Only her boyfriend will be allowed inside the room,” Chan gave an awkward forced chuckled. “You see we’re in a poly relationship,” “Oh, I’m so sorry, of course all of you will be allowed inside then,” 

Chan hung up and explained to the other’s, they all left the dorm within a minute. Hearts racing, minds expecting the worst. Was she badly hurt? Was she even alive? Would she be okay? When they arrived at the hospital they all rushed to the front desk, asking for (Y/n). As they came upon the door that lead them to the room (Y/n) was in, a doctor just stepped out of it. “Excuse me, is (L/n) (Y/n), in there?” “Yes, might you be her boyfriends?” “Yes, doctor,” “She just woke up, she’s a bit shaken but she’ll be fine,” “How badly hurt is she?” “Considering the circumstances, not bad at all. She has a broken leg and some bruises over majority of her body, but other than that, she is physically fine, mentally though might be another story. First and foremost, she needs support from those who love her,” The doctor gave the boys a kind smile before she left, allowing the boys to step inside. 

“(Y/n), we were so worried,” Jisung began crying the second he layed eyes on her, the cast on her leg, the bruises on her arms and even her face, he just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. (Y/n) too began crying as she saw the worry and tears on her boyfriends’ faces. “I’m sorry,” “No, don’t apologize, darling, it wasn’t your fault,” Minho wiped away some of the tears that stained the girls cheek, his smile only causing her to cry more. Relieved to finally be within their presence again, close to the people she loves and feel safe with. 

2 hours later, (Y/n) was allowed to go home as the doctors had examined her and ruled out a concussion and other injuries. Bang Chan was given a long list of things that (Y/n) wasn’t allowed to do for a few days and how to care for her leg. Changbin had sent an email to (Y/n)’s boss, letting them know of the accident and that (Y/n) wouldn’t be able to work for 2 weeks, and after those 2 weeks she would only be able to work from home for another 2-3 weeks. 

(Y/n) was given crutches to use for moving around, she struggled a bit with them as she wasn’t used to it. In the end, to get out to the car, Felix and Seungmin ended up acting as her crutches, half carrying her. Jeongin sat beside (Y/n) in the car, holding her hand as she seemed a bit stressed over the situation. He could only imagine, she was just in an accident and now she had to go in a car again. “Hey, you’re okay, we’re here with you. Want me to sing to you?” (Y/n) couldn’t give a verbal answer but she simply nodded her head and squeezed his hand. 

Jeongin began singing lowly, the rest of the boys soon followed and joined in on singing, all to help (Y/n) calm down. (Y/n) closed her eyes and focused on the sweet voices of her boyfriends, the warmth they brought her overpowered her fear from the accident. Soon enough she felt her heart slow down and her breathing followed right after. Relaxation and safety soon consumed her mind as she focused on the singing. Before she knew it, the car was parked, they were home. The boys helped her out of the car and supported her all the way to their dorm. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ve got you,” Hyunjin said as he handed her some of the snacks they had prepared earlier. “I’m so happy I have all of you,” “We’re happy to have you too,” Felix answered. And so, the nine lovers spent the night cuddled up on the couch, finding safety in one another, happy that they get to experience tomorrow together.

[sturniolo04]

I’m not drunk M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

Summary: its your 21st and you had to much to drink.

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

It was your 21st birthday and you were finally legal. You knew you wanted to have a big party with your closest friends nothing to crazy right? Well not quite see you woke up quite normal your roommates treating you with a happy birthday serenade.

"happy birthday"

Madison and Tara scream out as you made your way into your guys shared kitchen in your house.

"thank you guys"

you giggle out giving them a birthday twirl, still in your pjs which consisted of your boyfriend Matt's t-shirt he left over a couple nights before.

"how does it feel"

Madison asks you as you sit next to her on top of the marble island counter.

"pretty good"

you reply simply

"did matt text you"

tara asks turning around to grab something out of the fridge, as you lift your phone to check your notifications.

"yeah he did"

you state smiling at your phone reading his text.

Happy Birthday, Princess! I Can't wait to celebrate with you tonight!

Thats how the day started. Eventually you, madison and Tara meet up with the triplets and some of your other mutual friends to have the big celebration for you which to no surprise was at a bar. You promised yourself you were only going to drink two drinks of some sort and not overdo it. boy were you wrong. It was now a little past 11 in the evening and you were only 3 drinks in.

"how do you feel"

tara screams yells to you over the music.

"tipsy"

you reply giggling at the same volume tara was at, as matt makes he way over to you since he was your designated driver knowing you were going to push your limits tonight despite what you told him earlier.

"how are you hanging princess"

matt asks you as he could tell you were clearly somewhat intoxicated.

"im great"

you shout lifitng your drink to meet your lips once again. down goes drink number 4.

"you want one"

his girlfriend asks.

"no thanks baby girl"

he chuckles

"why not youre no fun"

she whines out swaying her hip catching the beat of the music in the background.

"baby i have to drive you home"

he chuckles at you again placing his hands on your hips as you spin around your ass colliding with his crotch continuing to sway her hips. Matt nuzzling his chin on your shoulder.

Time skip

Its now a little past 12 midnight and well you lost count of how many drinks you consumed.

"baby i think its time to go don't you think"

matt asks having a tight protective grip on your waist preventing you from doing anything else stupid considered he finally found you after looking for you for the past 15 minutes.

"nooo mattt im having soo much funn"

you slur out to your boyfriend.

"youre drunk my love"

he chuckles out.

"im not drunk"

you huff out as he looks at you unseriously with your birthday crown is falling out of place on your head, as Madison comes over to the pair who was as equally as wasted as you at the moment.

"come dance"

she slurs out handing you another drink.

"okayy"

you reply also accepting the drink she handed you as matt if quick to grab it.

"baby no more for you i think you had enough yeah- I think we are going to head out "

he questions as he sets the drink he took from you on the nearby table.

" no we are not its my birthday you don't get to tell me what to do"

you huff out as matt groans out in annoyance but also knowing you are completely wasted at the moment and this is not how you normally act.

"yeah we're not doing this"

he states picking you up by your calves lunging you over his shoulder.

"MATTHEW PUT ME DOWN NOW I WANNA STAYY"

you slur out accepting defeat propping your hands on his shoulders and head uncomfortably and then waving at everyone as he walks out the door.

you guys finally got back to the triplets house matt escorting you into the house.

"baby did i tell you i love you so much"

you slur out as matt is walking right behind you keeping his hands on your waist to ensure your safety.

"yes babygirl your did and i love you more"

"thats not possible"

you huffs out as he chuckles at you as you guys make it to his room sitting you on his bed.

"arms up"

he instructs you as you follow suit as he lifts your mini dress over your head and replacing it with his black ransom hoodie. Matt noticed you had went quiet so he knew something was up.

"baby you okay"

he trails off in his question worried shift his gaze to your face.

" you gonna throw up"

you couldnt do anything but now your head as matt helps you make your way to the bathroom as you kneel in front of the open toilet empty the alcohol contents you consumed tonight.

"thats it there you go"

matt stats calmly rubbing your back comfortingly as you gag again spilling more contents in the toilet bowl.

"oh goodness atta girl"

he whispers. You repeated you actions a few more times finally felling a little lighter.

" you get it out"

he chuckles as you shift your weight she your back was leaning against his chest.

"yeah i think so"

you mumble out leaning forward resting your head on your arm on the left side of the toilet seat.

The Next Day

you woke up feeling like the absolute worst. Your head was aggressively pounding an to make matters worse you didn't remember how you got to matt's bed, remembering that you literally had two left feet last night.

"how you doing"

matt asks walking into the room with some Tylenol and your Stanley cup in your favorite color, baby blue.

"dont ask"

you groan out sitting up in the bed crossing your legs.

"not so good im guessing- here"

matt assumes handing you the tylenol as you pop it into your mouth as he holds up your stanley straw to your lips for you to drink out of, you willing do so.

"well did you enjoy your birthday at least"

"yeah but what i need now is cuddles and sleep"

you states holding your arms out

" that i can definitely do"

he agrees with you as matt leans into you as you two fall backward colliding with the mattress underneath, you giggling.

"oh dont let me drink that much ever again"

you groan out again as matt chuckles at your statement, agreeing with you in the end.

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[thebiggerbear]

FANFICTION FRIDAYS

I increased the # of recs from 10 on the last post to 32 on this one. There are just so many incredible works out there! (and it's the holiday season so I'm making my own rules this month lol, I'll go back to 10 or so in January)

Here are my picks for Dec 6th 2024, please go give them a read:

Protective Cowboy by @rewrittenreality - Nobody disrespects Rip Wheeler’s woman, Walker obviously doesn’t get that and runs his mouth. (Rip Wheeler x Reader, Yellowstone)

Lost In Translation by @zepskies - Living with this man isn’t easy, and you’ve absolutely had it with him. Supe or not, you’re one step shy of kicking him out. Will he try to make it up to you? (Soldier Boy x Female POC!Reader, The Boys)

BuckTommy/Tevan by @peppermintquartz (911)

Snow Day by @bullet-prooflove (Terry Bruno x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

I'm Not Sick by @lost-between-letters - someone’s got the flu and is not happy about it (hint: it’s Dean). Naturally, Y/N has to convince him to take care of himself. (Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her), Supernatural)

Just Roommates by @luci-in-trenchcoats - Request: one where the reader is in love with Dean and one day he brings a girl to the bunker and introduces her as his girlfriend and the reader is kinda mean to her, but later on tries to move on from Dean with Crowley and Dean finds out and you decide how it ends? (Dean Winchester x Reader / Crowley x Reader, Supernatural)

The Feeling Was Mutual by @lanadelnegan - You and your former friend and co-star, JDM, pick up where you left off years ago when he joins you on set of TWD. Starting with a dinner date and ending with a quickie in the elevator. (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Female Reader, RPF)

Day 7: Thankful by @gay-dinasaur (Destiel, Supernatural)

Lucky You by @caplanbuckybarnes - you stay awake worried about bruce after you return home from a gala in the city (Bruce Wayne x Reader, DCU)

Rover by @justagirlinafandomworld - The Age of Ultron did not last just a couple of days. It lasted years. The Avengers are the face of humanity’s rebellion against the machines. But, even they are not prepared for Ultron’s next move. You are. And there may be nothing you can do about it. (Steve Rogers x Reader, MCU)

Baby Spoon by @deanwanddamons - A Dean x reader mini series. Y/N is pregnant and Dean is the father. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

New Blood by @wayward-dreamer - The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn’t pleased with the idea, as he’s the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter. (Soldier Boy x Female Supe!Reader, The Boys)

Roadhouse Rendezvous by @nightxcreature - Reader and Dean have a little fun in the Roadhouse Bathroom. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

smalltown shit by @encasedinobsidian - “You’re a little young, aren’t you?” he asks, and it isn’t with a scowl but it’s something of the sort, a narrowing of his eyes and a dryness to his voice. It’s no better than a scowl anyway, his skepticism like a concrete wall between the two of you under the dim lights of the bar where Charlie is stuck with you, just where you want him. (Charlie Swan x Female Reader, Twilight)

helping beau relax after a stressful day at work by @figthoughts (Beau Arlen x GF!Reader, Big Sky)

Red Sunflowers by @kickingitwithkirk - Jensen has fallen for his best friend’s best friend. A long buried scandal jeopardizes their friendship and his feelings. (Jensen Ackles x Wife!Reader (Ginger), RPF)

Never Forget by @bullet-prooflove - Joe asks for something in the heat of the moment. (Joe Velasco x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

Shades of Him by @zepskies - You make sure Beau isn’t alone this Christmas. (Beau Arlen x Female!Reader, Big Sky)

Headcanon: Gettin' Down and Dirty with Dean by @waynes-multiverse - Request: I was hoping you could write some smutty head canons about dean (Supernatural)

Red Crown by @syrma-sensei - The rightful sovereign of Westros is lonely abed at night. She yearns for her absent king consort's warmth. You decide to take matters into your hands and bring her some comfort.(Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader, House of the Dragon)

Snow Globe by @jessjad - A visit from Dean and Sam in the week around christmas is a nice surprise, but will it bring more than just presents? (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural)

Cold Kisses by @caplanbuckybarnes - The winter soldier always comes to you for help after a mission. He hardly speaks, let alone kisses you after a treatment… (Bucky Barnes x Reader, MCU)

NFSW Alphabet: Joe Velasco by @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity (Law & Order: SVU)

Devour by @storiesofsvu (Joe Velasco x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

Mexican Food + Traffic Light + Teddy Bear by @bullet-prooflove (Jake Seresin x Reader, Top Gun Franchise)

Sleigh Ride by @zepskies - Yet again, you convince Ben to indulge you in a new Christmas tradition. (Soldier Boy x Female!Reader, The Boys)

Scar by @winchesterszvonecek - Prompt: “How did you get this scar?” (Joe Velasco x Reader, Law & Order: SVU)

a line drawn in red by @angel-eyes05 - you and your across the door neighbor have a complicated relationship with each other. things only seem to grow more murky after you invite him to a work party to embarrass your ex. (Wade Wilson x Reader, MCU)

cherry lipgloss by @sapphistically - buffy and you have a fight while patrolling, you get hurt and she can’t help but realise you were right, she does love you. (Buffy Summers x Female!Reader, Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Untitled by @imyourbratzdoll - you and clark lose your virginity together. (Clark Kent x Reader, Smallville)

Long As I Can See The Light by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - The last thing that you wanted was to be woken up in the middle of the night by Colter Shaw for a favor, but when he shows up toting a ruggedly handsome man with green eyes you decide to forgive him. (Russell Shaw x Female!Reader, Tracker)

Willing To Break by @godmadeaterribleerror - With the Mark of Cain getting out of hand, you and Sam convince Dean to try something different. A spell that won't fix the Mark, but will change it. Make Dean crave good things, things he likes, instead of death and blood. It doesn't exactly go according to plan. (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural)

And please don’t forget when you come across any and all creative content on here:

divider by @saradika-graphics

[eeulysian]

hm enough smut for today, i kinda got tired of it.. sigh, maybe i ate too much. anyhoo, what do u feel about [insert charac] x shy!reader? ^_^ lllike imagine chRCter being all extrovert, party addict, and fun then there's this little lost zoul clinging on the charactwr's arm TT it's be such a cute relationship i swear.

idk what character that would be fit for this role...

reader being shy and possessive after the party (overthinks a lot as well.. im not romanticizing that btw) AKSJDHJEBDHEHEJWHEHU——

“you were talking to them the whole time, u shouldn't have brought me here with u.. they didn't need me there anyway,” tsk. tsk. character ends up cimforting and doing whatever reader wants becuz they neglected them wayy.. too much. (if this even makes sense, im half asleep writing this)🦈🦈🦈🦈 ermm.. im not requesting a fic btw! ur free to make it into one tho. :D

I LOVE THIS TROPE SOO MUCH. its one of my favourite tropes. its like, in terms of animal tropes, it would be golden retriever x black cat. the characters i have in mind for this areeee.... topaz, serval, bai yi, beidou, elysia and kafka. i think all of them would definitely be a perfect fit for this kind of trope. not a fic but just a little short imagine!!

forced to be invited to this rich kid's mansion party by college gf!(char) because she wants to taste the drinks there, eat the food and have fun with other people. you kept refusing at first, because your introverted ass cannot handle crowds. you'd look like a small, crying kitten in the midst of the crowd. you know you'd be pushed here and there, hearing crazy screams and shouting, with rave music in the background and you hated it. in the end, you gave in and was dragged to the mansion by (char). in there was so many people, chatting, laughing, having fun and dancing to the music. (char) saw a friend and ran after them, forgetting you were there with her. 30 minutes passed, you were standing in a corner, a little further from the crowd and you started getting anxious, wondering where she is and why she just left you like that. you decided to just swarm and squiggle into the crowd to find her, feeling your social battery get drained even more. and you spotted her talking with her friend, because her hair color just stood out alot. you ran after her and shyly hugged her from behind, trying to silently tell her that she forgot about you and that you're still here. she flinched a little, but knowing it was you, she gave you an apologetic smile and told her friend that you're her girlfriend in case they were confused.

"y/n, i'm sorry i accidentally left you behind. it wont happen again, i promise", she told you, but you still felt a little insecure that she just... left you like that for a friend. "no it's fine, maybe i shouldn't have been here anyways if i wasn't so important. i don't like parties anyways." you blurted out. she noticed you looked and even sounded sad from that tone, she knew she was going to have to make it up to you with hugs, kisses and snacks when you two get home tonight. she apologizes once again, and tells her friend that she'll be going home earlier to avert her attention more to you. she feels guilty, but she knows you meant no harm and you can't help feeling like that. but she just loves taking care of you and reassuring you anyways, no matter if you guys have huge differences, contrasts and are considered total opposites by others. they say opposites attracts anyways 🤭

[bunnyboyjuice]

Getou x his pink gf pt 2 ₊˚⊹ᰔ

Getou x black fem reader, silliness ensues, read and Getou being mushy and in love

Pt 1 of the headcanons 🎀

These two are taking over my thoughts I might write something about them soon enough 🫶🏽💕

Getou listening to you ramble to him about different skincare products and how they affect his skin differently. “So this one’s an exfoliant it’s supposed to remove the dead skin on your face and clear out your pores!” He just looks at you with so much love in his eyes he feels blessed to even have you making a skin care routine for him. “Wow look who’s glowing.” Shoko says sarcastically with a grin “was it your little girlfriend again.” “Yea she got me a new skincare routine and now my face looks..better Idk I just let her work her magic.” He says with a shrug and a grin.

He will let you manicure his nails lord knows he needs to be pampered so you’re just the person to it. He comes back to school with freshly painted nails with a little skull charm on them or a little Sanrio charm. He thinks it’s so cute when you try to match his interest with his nails. “Do you still want them to be black this time?” You ask as you rummage around your nail kit for the nail filer. “Yes baby I don’t want my nails to stand out too much but next time I promise you can paint them pink. “Ok I’ll hold you to it.” You say filling down Getou’s nails and gently cleaning them before painting them.

Loves that you have so many things that remind you of him every time you got out with your friends you always come home with one or two items that remind you of Getou. “So you have a little collection of things that remind you of me?” He felt his heart swell in his chest as he looked at the collection of miscellaneous plushies and trinkets that remind you a him.

He loves watching you wear his old clothes they barely even fit you but you complain and whine at him when he asks you to change “but this shirt is comfortable!” You whine not wanting to change out of your boyfriends old shirt but it was affecting him in way you didn’t even know. He could see your pretty tits peeking out of you the shirt if moved even a little bit. But he couldn’t argue with you so he just had to bite his lip and suffer.

He will listen to you rant about your interests he loves hearing you talk about things. “Getou look look! It’s Manta Rays jumping out of the water isn’t it cool also look at these cuttlefish change colors!” He will sit there and listen to you talk about how Manta Rays are one of the smartest sea creatures and how they have to swim to stay alive. He will in-fact find a way to take you to the aquarium so you can point out all the fish you know and pet the sting rays.

He loves watching you get all dolled up when you have to go out with your friends his heart is racing when you show him your little pink dress and the nails you did to match with your outfit. “Ok I’m ready to go now!” You say with your arms open Getou knew what time it was he loved when you would leave him covered in kisses before you left. It was a cute thing you started when you would have to leave Getou and kiss him goodbye but felt like one kiss wasn’t enough so you ended up just kissing his face all over.

[elsweetheart]

hey bb it me 😽

i think seeing dealer!ellie react to her gf unknowingly getting into a batch of weed brownies she made would be a fun prompt for u to write also i think she would b so sweet n take care of her heheheeheh

hi frankie pankie 🌸

here it is!!! srry it’s a little short :(

bad batch.

🎀 tw: weed, getting too high, general discomfort idk

you were a simple girl, you saw brownies— you ate them.

ellie was having a boring day, she had been catching up on a shit load of work that she was late in handing in having spent the weekend partying (for business purposes, of course.) and all she wanted to do was come home to her sweet girlfriend who she had told to let herself into her dorm. she opened the door to her room, stopping in her tracks when she saw you clearing off a brownie she had left in a tupperware box on her desk.

“oh shit.”

you turned to her with a smile, happy that she was back and screwing your nose up slightly. “ellie no offence but these brownies suck, like they taste weird.” you giggled slightly, tracking her with your eyes as she dropped her bag in the doorway with her mouth agape, walking over to the desk.

“babe, how many did you have?” she asked urgently and your smile dropped, wondering if she was saving it for herself and you’d been greedy. “just this one…”

“okay, um, so that’s an edible— babe. i would have given you like… maybe a quarter of that.” she edged herself down on the bed. right now was crucial, she knew it was gonna hit you hard and panicking you was gonna make things so much worse, so she had to be calm.

“what?” your eyes widened, and she wasn’t sure if it were the lighting but for a moment she swore your skin turned two shades paler like it would in the dead of winter. “no, no— ellie i don’t wanna—” she sensed your panic and she came over to where you sat, kneeling in front of you.

“hey, s’gonna be fine. we’re gonna get you some food, gonna put on a funny movie, we’re just gonna chill. it’s only scary if you’re scared, you know.” she smiled, her thumbs wiping over your knuckles. you let out a nervous breath, nodding. “‘kay, ellie.”

it had been 45 minutes and there’d been nothing. you were starting to think ellie’s supplier had given her fakes, leaning against her as the two of you giggled at the stupid scene in the disney movie. it appeared that ellie stopped giggling, but you were still going. everything became funny, and soon you were clutching her laughing.

“alright now loser, wasn’t that funny.” she chuckled back, before her eyes widened slightly realising that it was hitting you. “oh. okay.”

she leant across from you for her water bottle, uncapping it for you as you continued cackling against her. “hey, look what i got. waaater.” she whispered, as if it were the most important and expensive item in the world. you looked up at her finally in the low light, eyes blows out and glossy and your mouth made a small ‘o’ shape, entranced. “water.” you repeat and she nodded, bringing it towards your lips. “sip, do not chug it you hear me?” she commanded light heartedly and you did, taking minuscule sips. “atta girl.”

it was fine, you felt a normal amount of high for a while — but it seemed to continue to climb. the disney song playing out on the screen had seemed to be on a loop for an hour — a manic blur of bright colours and happy faces. ellie watched you from the side, feeling a little guilty at how amused she was at your engagement. “s’the movie good, baby?” she suppressed her chuckle. you slowly dragged your eyes away from the screen, reaction delayed and stared up at ellie.

“everything is… moving so much.” you closed your eyes, brows creasing as you lay against her.

“you feelin’ okay, bug?” she sounded sympathetic this time.

“j’s wanna be normal now.” you moaned into her, feeling a little motion sickness from her swaying her so slightly.

“i know, babe. you will be normal soon. well, as normal as you can be.” she added in a playful smirk, trying to lighten the mood. you didn’t find it funny however, so she distracted from the moment. “how’d you feel about pizza right now?”

[sleepiexx]

Without you, I’m hopeless.

Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Note: Living and breathing re4make Leon rn. No spoilers, I’ve like one chapter of the game left!! Anyways, side note, this is a side blog so unfortunately I can’t respond to any comments from this blog but I definitely will with my main, @sleepiemain .

Summary: Leon comes home from a mission in a piss poor mood, desperately needing a boost.

Warnings: kinda angsty, mostly just leon missing his gf, happy ending tho

Word count: 1334

Leon visibly sunk when he got home. He didn’t know what he expected when he unlocked his door but it didn’t hit him until he was inside, breathing in the stale, dust-filled air just how much he’d hoped it wouldn’t be like this. His posture was down-trodden as he tossed his duffel bag to the floor, just another chore he’d have to do tomorrow on top of the ever growing stack of paperwork.

His muscles were sore with the lasting injuries of the mission and Leon was bone tired but worst of all, loneliness ate at him. He knew, of course, that he could call (Y/N) and she would come running over, but it was late and he’d be damned if he made her sleep schedule as bad as his own. It had been a long few weeks without her, in which he’d spent almost every night wishing he was home, pressed up against her in bed whispering of how they each loved each other so much. The ache of desolation weighed on his heart and mind; god, he needed to ask her to move in. Their precious time together was already limited, so why waste any more of it by sleeping apart?

He passed the kitchen, choosing to forego any late night snacks in favor of extra sleep. He figured he would just take (Y/N) out for a large breakfast in the morning, assuming she was available. He desperately hoped she was, he missed her so badly. If he could give his heart to her for safe keeping, he would do it without question, if only so that they would never be separated.

He trudged all the way to his bedroom, a longing for (Y/N) weighing him down the entire way. At least while actively on a mission, the constant stimulation of fighting and critical thinking kept him distracted from his impending heart ache, but here, in his own home with nothing but himself and his own thoughts, he was left vulnerable to it.

He told himself that he would sleep away the sadness. What he was dealing with was nothing that a little melatonin and a date with (Y/N) in the morning couldn’t fix. Yet when he opened his bedroom door, it seemed that sleeping away his pain wouldn’t be necessary. The corner of his lips curled into an elated grin at the sight.

Unlike the rest of his house, his bedroom had changed slightly since he left. While dust still caked the dresser and nightstands, a clear sign that they hadn’t been used since he left, a certain love of Leon’s life was curled up in his bed, wrapped in his sheets with her nose nuzzled into one of his many pillows.

The pressure on Leon’s chest was all at once alleviated. The sight of his lover longing for him just as much as he’d been longing for her brought tears to his eyes. He was so relieved that he wouldn’t have to go any longer without her, even if it was only just one more night. He nearly jumped right into bed but stopped at the thought of disturbing her. Slowly, he unlaced and took off his boots, something he’d been too tired to do at the front door. Moving to the master bathroom, he switched out his work clothes in favor of a soft tee shirt and boxers, materials that would be significantly less irritating when rubbing up against (Y/N)’s skin.

When he was fully ready, he slid into bed behind (Y/N). He wrapped his strong arms around her midsection, ever so careful not to wake her. He nuzzled his nose onto the top of her head and closed his eyes, breathing in the calming scent of her shampoo. It sent chills down his spine. He could hardly believe she was real, and that she was here with him, not just one of many figments of his imagination he had made up to help him sleep before another long day of ‘government work.’

As his nerves finally settled down, willing him to sleep, he felt her stir. It seemed she had just woken up, mind still fuzzy and brain functions working slightly less than usual. All she knew was that she went to bed alone yet now there was something holding her that hadn’t been before. Panic set in. She thrashed in fear, barely letting out a squeak when Leon held her in a tight grip, whispering right next to the shell of her ear, “Hey, hey, it’s just me. I’ve got you.”

The thrashing ceased, she turned her body around in his arms so that she was facing him. She was too tired to muster up a smile when she saw his beautiful face but she was able to squeeze him back just as tight with watery eyes.

“Leon… I missed you.”

“I can tell,” he smirked, referencing her current situation of being caught in his bed.

Blood rushed to her face, eyes looking down to meet anything but Leon, “I’m sorry l didn’t tell you I was staying the night. I just- I had a really hard day today and you usually don’t answer the phone when you’re at work, which I completely understand and respect, but I just really missed you so I used the spare key you gave me so I could lay in your bed and it just smelled so much like you that I just couldn’t bring myself to get up and leave and I guess at some point I fell asleep. I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me.”

Leon drew circles onto her sides in attempts to sooth her from her anxious little rant, “I’m not mad sweetheart, ‘m actually very grateful to see you here. Missed you so much when I was gone, couldn’t bare another second without you.”

Her eyes flitted up to meet his own but almost instantly shot back down, “You’re just saying that.”

“No I’m not, I mean it.” He cupped her face in one of his hands and pulled it up so she would look at him, “This is the exact reason I gave you a spare key to my place.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead but she was unsatisfied with just that and pulled him down so his lips met her own. Letting her actions take over where words failed.

When they broke the kiss, they settled down once more, exhaustion becoming more apparent and taking hold. They cuddled up together, Leon on his back, and (Y/N) tucked into his side. Before Leon would let himself fall asleep, a pressing matter popped into his head, one he couldn’t let wait until the morning.

“You should move in with me.” He murmured, half expecting her to be asleep already and leave him no response.

“What?” She questioned, sleep hazed mind causing her to think she’d imagined the words.

“I want you to live with me. I love you a lot, (Y/N), more than I think you realize. Every second I spend without you, I’m missing you. Please at least consider it, I miss you when you aren’t here.” He frowned and led his lips to her forehead once more, his method of comforting himself.

She moved her head up and met his eyes. “I’d really like that,” she said, her own lips placing a kiss to Leon’s chest.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Leon nodded at her before looking back up at the ceiling when he saw how groggy she looked, a pang of guilt tugging at his heartstrings. “We can talk about it more in the morning. I didn’t mean to disrupt your sleep, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she yawned, “you’re a good thing to wake up to.”

Before she knew it, she was asleep. Leon smiled, deciding to get his own rest. He pulled her tighter into him, like a teddy bear, letting the soothing scent of her shampoo send him into a peaceful sleep.

[cwpiqwon]

just a call- ahn yujin

summary- the 3 times y/n waited for yujin's call and the 1 time she called her.

warnings- angst, yujin being the worst gf ever, cheating, swearing, yujin gets slapped, screaming, not edited.

author's note- if you see any spelling errors, no you don't.

the first time

y/n had never had to worry about her girlfriend's loyalty towards her. ahn yujin never gave her any reason to worry. she was everything you'd desire in a partner.

she always made sure to kiss y/n's cheek before going to work, she helped with the cooking and cleaning, she arranged dates for them and most importantly, she always called y/n everyday during her free time.

no matter how much workload she had or how stressed she was, yujin would always find time to call y/n. and no matter what she was doing, y/n would push everything aside to attend yujin's call.

they'd talk about the most mundane things, from how their day went to who did what at yujin's workplace today. the things they talked about never mattered, it was the other's presence that mattered for them.

and so, when one evening yujin didn't call, y/n couldn't help bet feel worried. she knew there was nothing to be worried about but the break in their daily routine really unsettled the girl.

that night when yujin returned, y/n couldn't help but voice the issue that had been weighing her down the whole evening.

"You didn't call today." the girl's small voice and sad pout made yujin's heart shatter. she quickly took her girlfriend's hands in hers and pressed a loving kiss to her cheek.

"I'm sorry love, the workload was crazy today. I had wanted to call you during my break but then an important client came in and we had to cut our break short."

y/n couldn't help but let out a giggle as the older girl basically rapped from how fast she was speaking. she pulled yujin down by her tie and placed a light kiss on her lips before rushing off to the kitchen.

the second time

y/n let out a sigh as she glanced at her phone's screen for what seemed to be the nth time. it was currently 10:30 pm and yujin's side of the bed was still empty.

yujin hadn't called her the whole evening and hadn't even replied to her texts. y/n chewed on her bottom lip as worry clouded her brain and panic filled her body to the brim.

she had called yujin's coworkers earlier and according to them, yujin had already left with another colleague. although this should have been enough to ring sirens in the girl's head, she ignored it.

y/n trusted her yujin. she was her first love and there was no way yujin would ever do something to purposely hurt her. yujin loves her.

before y/n could worry anymore, the sound of the front door opening filled her ears. she got up and rushed to check on her girlfriend just to see the girl she loved, holding hands with her colleague.

this made the girl's heart squeeze a little but she just chalked it up as worry. she forced herself to not overreact and walked up to the duo.

when yujin saw her girlfriend walking up to her, she pulled away her hand from the other girl's grasp in a hurry.

she pulled away from the girl and shrugged her coat off before looking at her girlfriend who was starting up at her.

"y/n, I'm so sorry my love! I totally forgot to tell you that I'd be going out with gaeul today. I was just so busy and..."

yujin knew the excuse was overused and so did y/n yet she still accepted it with a smile, welcoming the girl home and asking 'gaeul' if she'd like to join them for dinner.

"ah no need for that, gaeul and I already had dinner at the restaurant near office. how about you go get ready for bed while I go see her off"

y/n just nodded with a small smile before she walked off to clean dining table which was still filled with food she had prepared for both of them to eat together.

"I'll just eat in the morning I guess, I wasn't even that hungry anyways..."

that was just one of the many lies she'd have to tell herself to keep their strained relationship from breaking.

the third time

the room was filled with people yet y/n felt lonely. some people were dancing, some were drinking while some were just awkwardly standing around, hoping for the event to end.

y/n was one of them. she felt like a stranger in her own house. felt like an outsider at her own birthday party. all because the one person she truly wanted to spend her day with, was still not home.

as time progressed, the party died down and people started leaving after wishing the birthday girl a good night. bit y/n couldn't focus on any of that.

she kept gazing at the front door. waiting, wishing that yujin would walk inside with her arms wide open for the birthday girl.

yujin had left in the morning, just like every other day. there was no "goodmorning hug" or "I'm off to work now" kiss. no happy birthday and no I love you either.

this left the girl to think that maybe her girlfriend had some kind of surprise planned for her and this nonchalance was just a ploy to fool her and get a reaction out of her. alas, it was all just wishful thinking.

it was 12:00 now and everyone had already left. the red solo cups and the tears running down the girl's cheeks being the only remainder of the party.

as the girl sat there sobbing to herself, the front door finally opened. the girl she had been waiting for all night finally came in.

yujin reeked of alcohol, her tie was loose, hair messy and there was a stagger in her steps. just as y/n was about to ask her where she was, yujin spoke up.

"why's this place so dirty? did you throw a party behind my back? you could've atleast tried to clean up before I arrived!"

instead of answering any questions, y/n just got up and walked off to their shared bedroom, ready to cry herself to sleep.

before she could get inside however, yujin grabbed her wrist and forced the girl to face her.

"I'm not done talking to you. answer me when I ask you something!"

a loud slap could be heard as y/n's hand met with yujin's cheek. she pulled her hand away from the girl and rubbed to sore flesh that was now red.

"since you want to know so bad, i'll tell you. yes I did throw a party. you want to know the occasion? it was my fucking birthday party! but you should've already known that right? it's okay though, you probably forgot, since you were so busy getting drunk with someone else!"

y/n was sure they'd be getting noise complaints from their neighbors tomorrow from all the shouting that took place but she couldn't bring herself to care. not when yujin looked so unbothered.

"You know what yujin, I think we should just end this relationship. whatever we had, it's clear that we lost it. let's not drag it on any further"

yujin's eyes which were once heavy from the alcohol in her system turned wide and frantic as she tried her best to convince the girl to stay.

"baby no, you don't mean that. it's just your anger talking. you love me, you'll never leave me. just give me another chance please. I'm so sorry. I am such an idiot, I can't believe I forgot. I was about to surprise you for your birthday but we had a company dinner today and I forgot to call to inform you! I swear it'll never happen again baby please. you don't want to do this either. I know you don't. you're just angry right now."

yujin was sobbing at this point. she whole body shaking as sobs after sobs left her pretty lips. y/n knew if she let this go once, it'll drag her down forever, but yujin's tears had always been her weakness.

and so y/n forgave yujin once again. completely ignoring the red flags that this situation raised, just like she ignored the scent of someone else's perfume on yujin's clothes and the bruises on her neck.

yujin couldn't help but be thankful for the fact that her girlfriend was such an emotional fool.

the one time y/n called yujin

the walls of the mall felt like they were closing in on y/n. she felt as if her heart had shattered into tiny pieces and left a cavity where it once sat.

her vision blurred with tears as her gaze remained fixed on the sight before her. she had came to shop for yujin's birthday gift.

just when she thought she found the perfect gift to mend her relationship with yujin, the universe decided to gift her with the view of her girlfriend with another girl. the same girl she introduced as her colleague. kim gaeul.

yujin's arm was looped around the girl's waist as she gazed at the girl with loving eyes. the last straw for y/n was when yujin bent down to place a kiss on the girl's lips.

y/n whipped her phone out, her face void of any emotions and her heart filled with pain. she called the girl that was responsible for all her pain and watched as yujin's phone rang.

she saw how yujin rolled her eyes when she saw her called id on her screen and how she picked up after a few rings, all while gaeul clinged to her arm.

"y/n, how many times do I have to tell you to not call me during work hours? is it too hard for you to understand a simple instruction? are you really that dumb?"

"turn around"

as yujin turned around, a curse left her lips. she saw the girl she played with, the girl she once loved, the girl who she once saw a future with, staring back at her.

her eyes were red and tears were running down her cheeks, yujin knew this was a lost battle and there was no point trying to convince her to stay anymore.

"fine, guess you caught me. you just made it easier for me babe, now run along, I've got things to do"

y/n couldn't believe her ears, the girl who once promised her the world, the girl who once held her heart, was the same girl who was the reason for all her pain.

she knew there was nothing left. no love to fight for, no reason to stay, no chance at getting what they once had back.

so she just turned and walked away. to some, it may look like she ran away like a coward instead of addressing the issue. but in reality, y/n faced her biggest fear of letting yujin go that day and won over it.

cause at the end of the day, having the last word isn't what matters, it's the satisfaction of having defeated your biggest fears that matters.

[triplefrontierbabe]

Indycar bf! x reader gf! meet the parents

summary: your boyfriend finally meets your parents

pairing: f!reader x bf! David Malukas, Pato O’Ward, Alex Rossi

warning: just some fluff

a/n: this is part of a request from the sweet @bernelflo , the second part of the request will be posted shortly! 🫶

David Malukas

This dinner has been a long time in the works. You first moved to Indianapolis for college which eventually turned into you planting your roots there once you got your first job post-college. Somewhere in the mix of all that you met your current boyfriend David, which was a total surprise and complete matter of circumstances. However, due to David’s schedule with racing, it has been tough to find a time for your parents to visit you to actually meet David– and see your new apartment. But, tonight the pieces are all falling into place.

“Babe, you’ve set and reset the table about ten times now.” David says from the kitchen watching you frantically mess with the table setting. It all had to be perfect. You wanted your parents to see that their little girl was all grown up, in her own apartment, with her own job and her own boyfriend.

“Usually the boyfriend is the one who’s the anxious one in this situation.” You say letting out an exasperated laugh. This was one of the great things about your relationship dynamic with David, he was the one who could calm the storms going on in your mind.

“Oh trust me, I am anxious but it’s not like I’ve never talked to them before.” He responds coming to stand next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. It’s true, you and him have facetimed your parents numerous times before but having everyone in the same room is different.

“I know it’ll all be fine but moving away for college was a big adjustment for all of us and I just want them to know I’m doing good, you know?” You say hugging David close.

“I know babe,” He says swaying you both side to side “I know they’re already very proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished.”

Dinner comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Your parents and David really hit it off. Your dad and David share in their love for coffee which results in your dad promising to buy you two a cappuccino machine because your simple Mr. Coffee isn’t enough. And your mom loves telling David all the baby stories about you that she can. It’s fair to say this dinner went very well, to an outsider it would’ve looked like the four of you had been in the same room multiple times before.

As you escort your parents out the door and thank them for making the trip down to Indy, your mom hugs you tightly.

“Oh I’m so proud of you, honey.” She says as she takes a step back and takes your hands in hers. “He’s a good one. The way he looks at you reminds me of how your father looked at me when we were young.”

You can’t help but smile at that compliment. Your parents were high school sweethearts and on top of that, they never seemed to have had a ‘honeymoon’ phase because they never left that. They’ve been so outwardly in love with one another since you can first remember.

“Keep taking good care of her, Dave.” Your dad adds as your parents exit.

“Well, I’d say that went swimmingly.” David says hugging you from behind and planting a kiss on your hair. “Now, we need to figure out where a cappuccino machine will go.”

Pato O’Ward

Pato is stressed to the max when you step into his motorhome. Not only is today the Indy500, but your parents are here. And coincidentally his family is too. You’ve been around the O’Wards plenty since they come to many races. Elba has basically become the sibling you never had since you were an only child. Ever since Pato introduced you to his family, they all welcomed you with open arms making sure that you always felt at home when you were with them.

“What if they don’t like me?” Pato says, running his hand through his hair, looking at you with the most worried look you have ever seen in your life. The same guy who has met some of the most renowned people in the world of motorsports is freaked out about meeting your parents; two people from a small town who become friends with everyone they meet.

“Patito, what’s there to not love about you?” You ask wrapping your arms around Pato’s waist and resting your head against his chest.

“I don’t know, they could think I’m terrible or something. I don’t know.” He retorts, exhaling from his nose.

“They’re gonna love you, I promise. And I love you too.” You respond. “Besides, if they didn’t think highly of you– which they do– they wouldn’t have come all this way.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He says letting his shoulders relax from being so tense.

“I always am.” You respond, leaning up to give him a tender kiss. You know how worked up Pato can get when he gets in his head and that moment causes him to chuckle lightly. His worry is starting to wear off, thankfully.

Soon enough, Pato has to get ready for the race and you and Elba go to the suite where both your parents are at. Upon your arrival, you see everyone already engrossed in conversation, sharing stories. This is a good sign you think to yourself.

It’s very clear Pato wanted to make a good impression on your parents because he wins the race and records the fastest lap. Your dad remarks that he hopes Pato didn’t win on your parent’s accord which earns a laugh from you, your mom and the O’Wards.

When you go down to celebrate with Pato and the team, all his worries from earlier have been washed away. Everyone is bursting with excitement, it feels like you’re in a fever dream because you’re high off pure adrenaline. In the midst of celebratory hugs, Pato hugs your parents. And, if you weren’t standing next to them you wouldn’t have been able to hear him thank your parents for being there.

After the rush of winning subsidies, you, Pato and your families go out for a celebratory dinner. It’s pretty safe to say that the cautionary tale of “bad in-laws” won’t be an issue for either of you in the future.

“Now, Pato, I’ve watched you race a few times on T.V. before,” your dad begins “but, I don’t think any of that has done your talent justice as today has. You’ve got a true gift, kid.”

Bingo. There it is. It’s like a blanket of rapport has finally settled over everyone, nobody even has a single worry in their mind as to whether the families will get along or not.

Alex Rossi

A new interest Alex has picked up since you started dating him was horses. He had recently gained part ownership of a racehorse and much to your chagrin, you’ve been enjoying it. Getting to go to tracks and wear a cute dress and hat has shaken up the monotony of the Indycar season. Now. you and Alex are on your way to one of the many tracks in Kentucky for yet another horse race. The kicker being that your parents are making a trip down to meet Alex.

“Do they think I’m old?” Alex asks as he glances over to you sitting in the passenger seat in the car. You and Alex are just about eight years apart, which isn’t necessarily a lot but him being in his thirties and you in your twenties makes the age gap seem bigger than it is.

“What? No, of course not.” You say scoffing at his absurd question, although it does stick in the back of your mind for the rest of the car ride.

Once the two of you arrive at the track, you make your bouts with Alex greeting familiar faces and checking on the horse, its trainer and jockey.

You have yet to see your parents given that the track is full of people dressed to the nines all milling about. Thankfully Mother Nature decided to be kind this weekend by holding off on the rain.

After more socializing, you finally spot your parents in the distance.

“Oh, there they are Alex.” You say nodding in the direction your parents are.

His face pales for a brief moment. He wants to make a very good impression on your parents and thankfully being at a race where he’s not the one racing puts his mind at ease. But still, meeting the parents is scary even for the grown man.

“They’ll love you.” You say reassuring Alex while lacing your hand with his pulling him towards your parents.

“There they are!” Your dad says, opening his arms for a hug. You hug him then your mom before stepping aside to properly introduce Alex. He extends his hand to give your parents a handshake but your mom instead chooses to give him a hug.

“We’ve heard so much about you Alex!” Your mom says beaming. “I’m so glad we finally get to meet you. You know, she can’t stop talking about you.” You roll your eyes at the typical mom phrase.

Before the race starts you all settle into your seats as the small talk continues. Things seem to be going better than you initially thought. Your dad and Alex bond over their love for Creed, thank goodness because that band is not your cup of tea no matter how hard Alex tries to get you to like them.

The momentum of the day doesn’t end there, your parents decided to take you and Alex out to dinner. And conversation continues to flow effortlessly. You haven’t seen your parents take a liking to a boyfriend of yours so easily before. Granted, in retrospect, those relationships were in a sense juvenile even though you had high hopes. You know how protective your parents are of you, especially since you’re their only kid.

As the night wraps up and you all go your respective ways, you can’t help but pick up the kind words your parents have to Alex.

“It’s been nice getting to know you, Alexander.” Your dad says giving Alex one of those masculine handshake-hugs. “Hopefully next time we’re out for a race, you’re the one on the track.”

“For sure, just let me know when and I’ll get you guys the whole VIP experience.” Alex says smiling, which he notably doesn’t do much around people.

“Job well done, my dear.” Your mom whispers into your ear as she gives you a hug.

F1 Masterlist | Indycar Masterlist

[dontsh0vethesun]

i know the end

part three of three | series masterlist

emily prentiss x reader

18+: naughty murder gfs, evidence tampering, corrupt fbi agents, descriptions of blood, injury, murder, implied abuse, death, angst, fluff

wc: 5.1k

Emily woke up before you after a night of sleep much more peaceful than it should have been, cradling your head that lay on her chest. She listened to the peaceful tones of your soft breathing with her fingers stroking through your hair. Seeing your hand that so gently rested against her stomach only reminded her of the previous night, how she’d seen you from afar with the same hands gloved and wrapped around the handle of a knife. 

It was almost a fever dream, the idea that she’d been so infatuated with the gruesome sight only just began to settle in. And she didn’t regret a thing, much to her surprise. She watched the fluttering of your closed eyes, imagining the sound nights of sleep you’d had after each life you took. You were curious to her - you always had been - the goings on of your mind were never clear to anyone, the coldness you sometimes direct towards those in interrogation. They’d all been quietly surprised at the nonchalant way you brushed off your first case with the team and now she supposes she understands why. You were no stranger to the darker side of the world, the hauntings of the things that settle in, and she sees now how it has become a part of you. 

She heard the shift in the breaths you took and pressed a kiss to your forehead when you began to stir, smiling slightly at the way you held on to her more tightly when you felt the solidness of her comforting body beside you. 

“You called me your girlfriend last night,” you sleepily muttered. 

“I did,” she answered with a huff of a laugh above you. “I thought it was about time I did. Especially now we’ve seen these hidden parts of one another.”

It was true. After bearing your deepest darkest crevices of your souls to each other after months of rendezvous, it was only inevitable you’d take that official oath together. 

“So, what’s next, my little killer,” she whispered. You heard the smile in her voice and you looked up at her as you returned it. 

“I’ve got it under control, don’t worry.”

“I’m sure you have but keep me in the loop, hm?”

“James Grant,” you stated, rolling onto your back with the side of your head pressed against hers. 

You said it with a shrug as though it was obvious, she supposed it was, though she was excited to brainstorm a plan. It was exciting her devious streak she’d always wished to entertain.

“That’s it?” she laughed.

“Well, yeah, kind of,” you uttered back. “I planned every last detail down to the piece of hair I left on a tree. I figured they’d find it, tie it back to him, and the mountain of evidence against him and it’s a closed case.”

“God, I love your brain,” she musingly sighed. “Listen, I was thinking about it a little after you woke me up with your snoring -”

“I don’t snore.”

“Okay,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes at the playful shove you gave her. “Anyway, I’ve got a couple ideas. Feel free to turn them down but I figured, go big or go home.”

You sat up eagerly at that, so pleased to find her just as enlivened at the prospect, so much so you had to peck her lips with a grin against her. When you nodded, she began. 

—

The atmosphere in the police station didn’t differ too greatly from the days prior. With a case that hits as many dead ends as this one, it's hard to keep any semblance of a spark alive. You were all running on caffeine to combat the early morning tiredness, the weariness that had taken its place with all the frustration. 

Emily’s knee brushed against yours from where she’d taken a seat beside you, looking over the files in front of you with a fresh sight she’d been graced with. Truly, neither of you were digging much into the repetitive information you keep scouring through - you didn’t need to - you were just waiting for the pieces to fall into place. You acted as though you mirrored everybody else, searching for something you may have missed. Evidence that won’t be found. 

They didn’t know it was all fruitless and you could now at least share the amusement with the woman beside you, only feigning concentration whilst you threw each other small smiles and discreet flirtatious touches beneath the table. You were both itching for the next step and as though the world had listened, Hotch’s phone rang out into the uncomfortable silence. 

It was a moment of dread for those not in the know, listening in to Hotch’s side of the conversation, reading his expressions and the way he rubbed at his forehead. 

“A woman on her way to work found another body,” he deadpanned as soon as he hung up the call with a click. “Stab wounds, mutilated hands, rope around the wrists.”

“Definitely our guy,” Derek spoke, receiving nods around the room as you all stood to receive your orders. 

“JJ, Emily, Y/N, head to the crime scene. Morgan, Rossi, Reid I want you to take statements from the witnesses, see if they know anything of the area - talk to anyone who works around there - bars, stores, anything. I’ll head to the ME’s office to go over the other victims before he performs an autopsy. I’ll keep you updated.”

“I’ve got a good feeling about this one,” Emily murmured as the group of you made your way out of the building, earning hopeful murmurings from everyone else and an amused smirk from yourself. 

After a quiet car ride there, you arrived at the scene. Police tape framed your work and you took the issued camera that was handed to you, pulling on the gloves Emily passed you before making your way over. 

“Yep, definitely our unsub,” JJ sighed as she took in the sight. 

“Robert Allen,” Emily began, reading from the ID card she carefully slipped from the wallet she found in his jeans pocket. “Not much else in here, a couple nickels worth of change and a Blockbuster loyalty card.” She spoke the latter part with an amused quirk of her brow and if you weren’t at a crime scene you would have laughed. 

She had to admit the slight unease she felt at the body beside her boot-clad feet. The blood and gore had never bothered her, but knowing that you - her otherwise innocent and oftentimes sweet-natured girlfriend - was responsible did bring out a shiver in her spine. However, any thoughts she possibly should have had were erased completely by the memories of the evening. She glanced towards the tree she’d pushed you against and thought back to the way you moaned her name; how she’d taken you back to the hotel to strip you down and wash you clean of any remaining blood before she made you breathe out her name once more. 

Seeing what you’d done in broad daylight always came with pride. You could see it all clearly without the darkness of the night shrouding it - you’d done it for a reason after all, surely you deserved to admire it. The scum you’d rid the world of. 

Blood had trickled from his lips into the scratchy beard that covered his chin. You remembered the wet gargles at the back of his throat as he gasped for air. It had splattered onto his neck, adam’s apple painted red along with the collar of his shirt. 

You crouched beside him with the camera snapping photos with a flash, finally able to eye the violent wounds that were scattered all over him. You hadn’t counted but there must have been at least fifteen - Emily was quietly amazed. She’d never seen you angry, though had sometimes noticed bruised knuckles she assumed came from the assault of a home gym punching bag. Your anger was quiet and bubbling, she’d easily seen this in the brief conversations of your past you’d let her entertain before changing the subject to one less painful. She watched you take photos as though it was like any normal case with her gaze softening at the realisation she could see all of you now. She could see the pain that rested on your shoulders. The torment that had always been there was so clear to her now and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms and let you be mended. 

You continued taking note of the corpse and all the blood. You took photos to accompany those on the corkboard at the station, close-ups of battered hands. The skin was black and blue and otherwise coated in blood. Your knife had stabbed clean through and the force of your strong grip had bent his fingers out of shape, pointing in ways they certainly should not. The rope was slightly frayed, bound tightly around his wrists, digging into the skin leaving it red and raw around them. 

It was just like the others. You’d done a good job. 

You stood from your position to pass the camera back to somebody who’d have them processed and made your way over to JJ and Emily where they spoke to the forensics team. 

“We’ll have to check for DNA again but other than that, it’s all pretty much the same as the others,” you spoke. “Maybe check his clothes and the surrounding trees - he could’ve brushed against them,” you suggested to which the expert nodded in agreement.

“There’s blunt force trauma to his head too,” you added. “We’ve had no luck finding anything before but it was probably a rock,” you continued with a gesture towards the plethora of stones around you. 

“Needle in a haystack,” JJ muttered.

“Mhm. Chances are he tossed it in that stream - it could be anywhere by now and we’d be lucky to find any DNA even if we did get our hands on it.”

“Alright, well, keep us posted if you find anything,” Emily concluded before the three of you wandered back to the SUV. You were all a little more hopeful now at least - there had to be some concrete evidence at some point. Especially considering the apparent devolving the offender seems to be approaching, what with the shortened time between this murder and the last one. 

Just with any few hours following the discovery of a new body, there was a wait time. You could only go over the facts for so long until you needed a break, hoping on a call revealing new information to form an arrest plan. 

For now, it was just a waiting game, so Emily suggested she go and grab coffees. The pot in the run-down, and usually uneventful, police station was akin to battery acid and the offer was gratefully accepted by all just for a taste of something more bearable. 

“Donuts too, if you’re buying,” JJ smiled when the two of you pulled your jackets on to leave. 

“Only because I’m feeling generous,” you uttered back.

You’d studied every inch of this town. Every road and lane, every bypass and alleyway. You were thorough and meticulous with every detail memorised. You knew the route Emily should take to get to James Grant’s house in a time that would get you to the cafe and back to the team in an appropriate amount of time. You knew how to adjust the systems of the vehicle to keep the tracking system from revealing where you truly went. Emily daren’t ask you how. She just appreciated the knowledge that she’d found somebody even more highly strung than herself.

When she parked outside the worn-down house she let you lead the way, trusting the in-depth surveillance of the house you’d informed her of this morning. 

“I did a lot of library book browsing for this so please give me credit,” you mumbled as you led her to the back of his house. 

The wood paneling along the walls was poorly kempt and the security was obviously minimal. Kudos to you for tracking down the perfect suspect, she thought. Even his house was practically in the middle of nowhere and its appearance hardly differed from those of serial killers you’ve apprehended a number of times. 

“I’m assuming you know how to pick a lock,” you asked her as you bent down beside the rusted gas lines attached to the bricked walls and began following the instructions you’d given yourself to achieve the desired outcome. 

“Of course,” she huffed as though it were a ridiculous notion to presume otherwise. “I’ll head in, do what I need to do and you’ll be ready to leave when I come out?”

“Of course.” Your tone was identical to hers and she rolled her eyes playfully before you parted ways. 

It took a little time for you to be finished and back in the car. She looked at you giddily when she turned her body to face you from the driver’s seat, a glint in her eyes you’d never seen but already adored. 

“You’re so cute when you’re up to no good,” you breathed, she felt your smile against her lips when she pulled you in for a kiss. It was soft yet possessive as though she was staking her claim on this enigmatic being she’d found and caught. You felt her plump lips on yours when she pulled away, with little space, to talk into the palpable air. 

“I think I love you.”

“I think I love you too, Emily.”

“This’ll work, right? This plan, I mean.”

“If I’m right - and I’m barely ever wrong,” you began as she chuckled. “He’ll come back from work, light a cigarette and the rest will happen on its own. We’re counting on the timings of it all but other than that it’s concrete.”

“And if it’s not?”

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now, drive on, I want a croissant.” 

–

JJ and Derek weren’t oblivious. They’d noticed the way you and Emily act around each other and the change in your demeanours following your love-filled confessions was obvious to them - they shared a knowing look at the way Emily sported a rare blush at something you muttered to her out of earshot. They’d had their suspicions but had kept their distance, figuring you’d say something when you felt ready to. 

Right now though, mouths and stomachs were satisfied as they all pored over information. There was a weight lifted from the air as though you all somehow knew that this would be the one to pull it all together. 

The familiar ringtone solidified it all. That noise that had been stomach-dropping for weeks now was finally tinted with hope. Hotch didn’t hide the relieved upturn of his mouth at the voice on the other end of the line, letting his usually stoney face show emotion for just a moment. 

“They’ve found DNA at the scene. It’s small but it’s enough. Jame Grant is our unsub,” he voiced once the call was over. 

“We got him,” Derek smiled, determined to close this tiring case for good. 

“His work shift is almost over, if we leave now we won’t get to his property much longer after him. We’ll meet him there - let’s go.”

– 

When Emily brought the car to a halt just as she had a few hours ago, she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze just as she always does before you got out. This time, though, she didn't even attempt to hide the display of affection from JJ and Rossi who sat in the rear seats. Right now, she didn’t care if anybody saw, she loved you and she silently pleaded that any powers she didn’t believe in would let this plan go smoothly. 

You all noticed his figure through the unclean living room windows as you quietly approached his house, guns out in front of you and vests securely fitted to your bodies. 

Nobody knew how he’d react to the hostile situation so a silent approach was favoured. Emily made her way to the back of the house with recognition in her footsteps until she was out of sight; Hotch urged you and JJ to make your way to the front door while he and the remaining members of the BAU dispersed themselves as per routine. 

“Make your approach on three,” his voice sounded through slightly muffled comms.

With a mirrored nod in JJ’s direction, you started a cautious walk forward, readying yourselves to kick the wooden door with the solid soles of your shoes. You noticed James make his way toward the kitchen and released a shaking breath at the closeness of your plan finally coming to its end. You’d made it this far without a hitch and you gritted your teeth with a slight nervousness at the severity of the need for this to go correctly. 

It was tricky to piece together what happened next.

One second you were near his house and the next your ears were ringing as you blinked out of an unconscious state you don’t know how long you’d been in, You knew that the sunlight made your eyes squint and you knew that the hand you shot up to the pain in your head didn’t help.

The sounds around you floated in and out but you could sense the commotion. Your lungs heaved for a breath that was difficult to inhale until you unclasped the FBI vest that held your torso hostage. You knew that the coughs you spluttered out hurt your ribs that were surely bruised and that your fingertips were slick with blood from the cut above your left eyebrow. You knew that this was meant to be there. Was it? You didn’t know at this point.

You managed to struggle into a seated position to find JJ and her soot-covered self kneeling next to you with concern written over her face. Her cheek was beginning to bruise but she looked okay other than that. But your body ached. 

“What happened?” you managed to stutter out, feeling Derek’s presence crouch down beside you while the rest of the goings-on were yet to catch up with your haze-covered mind. 

“Grant. He must’ve figured we’d caught him,” he rushed out. He was more concerned with helping you stand on shaky legs.

Was this your plan? You were desperately wishing for your brain to catch up - you needed to know if this was how it was all meant to play out. 

Even though you hurt all over with JJ and Morgan on either side of you helping you to keep your balance, your only thought now was her. 

“Where’s Emily?” you asked them. They shared a look you wish you didn’t notice. “Where is she? She was at the back of the house, where is she?”

You didn’t listen to their shouts for you to say away but they didn’t try to hold you back when you wrenched yourself away from them. They only followed you over to where the others had gathered, where fire teams had put out the flames and people rushed around. It was chaos but all you could focus on was her. 

You only noticed the ruins left where the house had once stood when you read the forlorn looks on their faces. You saw the tears that threatened to fall but you still darted your eyes around for a glimpse of the raven hair you’d run your fingers through countless times. 

“Where’s Emily?”

Your voice was croaked and small. You didn’t look at them when they gave you an answer you didn’t want to hear, only keeping your eyes on the rubble before you, hoping for a glimpse.

“She’s gotta be here. She’s okay - I know it.”

You must have looked pathetic whilst they watched you clamber over ash and debris, calling for a name that wouldn’t answer. You heard some muffled sobs and ignored the calls of your name. You were looking for something. You saw it after a while, it wasn’t much but it was her. An FBI identification card, charred and burnt but somehow still surviving enough for you to see the photo of her face. She’d told you many times that she hated the lighting - how she’d argued with the staff who wouldn’t let her retake it. 

You let the tears fall freely when you held it in your palm. This was your plan, wasn’t it?

Again, nothing really made much sense. Time wasn’t linear and the blurring of the world you once knew flew right by you with a silent ride to the hospital. A befogged mind wasn’t much use for comprehensible thought when you had your cut stitched up. It was all silence now. The ride back to the bureau and the subsequent journey to a somber apartment. It was all silence without Emily. You think you love her, though, so that will carry you through. 

–

A week later, an injury healing, a body almost free of pain, it was time to face reality. Complete your plan once and for all. You dressed in black and eyed yourself in the mirror with a tentative touch to the scarring mark on your face, the permanent reminder of it all.

Your apartment was empty and quiet and your footsteps echoed louder than you hoped they would as you made your way to the front door. 

Where you’d usually hold her hand on the short walk to the car, your palm was empty and cold. The music on the radio wasn’t the same - you hadn’t realised how much of you was consumed by Emily. Each and every thing held space for her, a space not currently occupied. You pulled up to the cemetery alone, completing a car ride that was nothing but a blur. 

Without her here to help guide you through, each day existed around you. You were behind a fogged-up pane of glass just watching on, creating cracks to let the air in, preparing to let it shatter and set you free 

You’d not spoken to anybody since it happened. You were only given a week off work - you were due back on Monday. When the crying faces of your colleagues surrounded you, you graced them with little attention. It was difficult to take your eyes away from the empty coffin that prepared itself to lower into the soil - you thought she deserved better. 

Just the mere pondering back onto that day made you sick to your stomach. From being told that any human remains would be unsalvageable, to being given the official announcement of her death, to sleeping in an empty bed with nothing to accompany you besides your pain. It was enough to make anybody sink. 

The sky reminded you of her and so did the clouds. The perfume she’d left at your apartment lay against your neck and it was as though she was there with you. 

You didn’t listen to the talkings of your peers, their heartfelt words couldn’t break through the rigid edges you’d surrounded yourself with. You didn’t pay attention until it was your own turn to speak; JJ whispered a word of encouragement through a cracking voice and assured you with a squeeze of your arm. You didn’t have a piece of paper or any notecards because the scrawlings onto paper meant nothing compared to her. They couldn’t even begin to describe her. 

“Emily Prentiss was one of those people who made everything brighter,” you began. “Once you met her, it was hard to imagine a life without her - anybody who had the privilege of being her friend was lucky. Though, it’s impossible to know just how great the jackpot you’d scored was until it’s taken away.”

The birds chirped in the trees a few metres away while your friends wiped their cheeks of tears. 

“She accepted every part of me wholeheartedly - she never did anything conditionally. She was a woman of integrity and pride and light and love,” you couldn’t help but smile at the memories of her. “She always told me she thought that I was made for her, but I think that, really, she was made for me. She truly was the best of me and nothing will ever be the same again.”

–

On Monday morning you pulled into the parking lot of the Bureau into the empty space beside the car you knew belonged to JJ. It was 9 a.m. on the first day back after the departure of the most wonderful woman to ever exist and everyone had been as punctual as ever. 

You boarded the elevator alone with an empty cardboard box in one hand and an envelope in the other, addressing nobody with anything more than a tight-lipped and polite smile as you put the box onto the desk you once sat at opposite Emily. They only watched you take strides into Hotch’s office with questioning glances thrown around the bullpen. 

“Good morning,” he greeted you when you approached his desk. His words were as flat as always but, being the observant individual you are, you saw each and every microexpression that swam across his face at the appearance of a white, unsealed envelope atop the paperwork he’d discarded his pen onto. 

“Morning,” you uttered in response. “My letter of resignation.”

“This is a little rash, no?” he answered you. He hadn’t expected to lose the second of his best profilers within a week, especially not through the means of a formally scribed note. 

“I can’t work here anymore, Hotch,” you explained. “There’s nothing here for me anymore.”

With that, you took your leave once more with zero room for any more questions or persuasions to get you to stay. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” JJ asked you when you began to pack any belongings you had from your desk, emptying the drawer of any semblance of yourself you could find. 

“I’m leaving,” you shrugged. 

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” you nodded. “Listen, I care about you all and this isn’t a goodbye forever. I’ll keep in touch but, without Emily, this place isn’t home anymore. I can’t stay in a city that doesn’t belong to me.”

There was quiet that followed. They didn’t know what to say and they knew that nothing could keep you from going but it didn’t mean it hurt any less. You knew what you had to do to leave it all behind. The plan. The murders. The cases. The lack of the woman you know you love. So you cleared your desk until all it held was your badge and FBI-issued gun. 

Goodbyes are seldom easy so you kept it short for all of your sakes. With hugs and well wishes you left the Behavioural Analysis Unit in your rearview mirror. It’d all stay fixed in your periphery but the tunneled vision you forced yourself into so long ago could only face one way and that was forwards. 

When you finally got back into your car, the box accompanied those already piled high on the back seats. The long drive you set out on was filled with music that felt more emotionally charged, and the wind that passed across your skin through the wound-down windows felt freeing and cool, giving you the fresh and breathable air you’d been desperate for. 

Your head was overflowing with Emily. 

You thought of the way she scrunched her nose with the smile that accompanied a laugh, how the length of her neck would be completely visible if her head flew backward with a chuckle. You thought about the gleeful way she would sing along with the radio and drum along with the rhythms with her fingers on the steering wheel. 

You remembered the first time she’d cooked for you and how, despite her own expectations, not only did you not have to opt for a delivered meal but it was also perfectly created. She’d rewarded herself with an extra scoop of ice cream to follow and you’d taste the mint chocolate chip when she kissed you afterward. When she first invited you to drinks without the remainder of the team present you saw her blush for the very first time and at that moment you realised she’d been as enamoured by you as you'd been by her. 

When she’d drive you’d admire the side of her face as though it were a piece of art and though she’d bashfully urge you to avert your gaze you’d only deny the request and tell her she was nothing short of a masterpiece. Each line and contour of her body was forever engrained into your mind, filed away with all of the other things you loved about her. Her smile, her eyes, the way she always holds you while you sleep. 

You especially loved the revelation she’d gifted you with - that you and her were similar in more ways than you’d both once thought. That she, too, hid darkened parts of herself away in the shadows that followed her. Her mind, as brilliant as you always had known it to be, only proved itself spectacular at the plan she’d conjured up. With the pair of you working on it, there were little to no ways it could hit a hitch. Plan A was expanded upon and a Plan B was there to fall back onto. 

She truly was made for you. Her body and her mind gelled with yours in a way so perfect you could never pull them apart. 

Being a trust fund kid at heart, it didn't come as a surprise when she informed you of the safehouse she kept hidden and buried a few states away. She’d shown you photos; a secluded area, a place to have a new beginning if she so needed. You were too excited to linger in the parked vehicle when you pulled onto its driveway, hurrying to the front door with a knock against the stained glass window that barely let you see in. Through the translucent glass, you could only make out an indistinct figure approaching. 

When the lock clicked with a metallic clang and the door creaked on its hinges you were met with that face you’d learned each inch of. A large grin pulled at her lips and brought small crinkles to the edges of her eyes and her arms instantly reached out to hold you. Emily touched the almost healed cut with concern appearing alongside the happiness but she and you both knew it was merely collateral damage. 

Because your plan had worked and here you both are. Safe and sound and, more importantly, together. 

“Honey, I’m home.”

[transmascaraa]

!christmas special!

"Just for you"

gf!furina x gn!reader

author's note: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THE ONES THAT CELEBRATE IT!!! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR LIKING MY POSTS! all of that encouraged me to to try and write a fanfic instead of hcs this time, as a special! i wish you all a very happy christmas and hope that all of you are doing well! i hope you like this!

"i was blessed to have met you at all..."

You and Furina have been dating for about a year now, and it's finally Christmas time... The time that people celebrate and get gifts under a tree... The time that everybody has fun at.

You weren't really as hyped up for it as everyone else was, but you still wanted to keep the tradition going. And what made it easier, was that you were getting a gift for you dear girlfriend, Furina.

She, on the other hand, was very excited for this time of the year. The beautiful lights, the city at night, and just the whole atmosphere of Fontaine. It made her smile. It made her happy.

So you had to do it.

You decided to go to the store early in the morning, before Furina woke up. Just so she wouldn't panic, you left a little note on her nightstand.

"i'm at the store, don't worry<3"

And just like that, she was left alone in the bed, sleeping peacefully as you went out.

When you got there, you could just see how decorated it was, even inside the stores. So, with that, you rushed to the plushies section.

Furina loved plushies, and had a bit too many of them. But there's never enough plushies for the love of your life!

You put a little blue jellyfish in the cart, and a fluffy white cat, and a dragon... You didn't even look at the price. No money was worth more than that sweet and grateful smile she will have on her face once she sees her gifts.

Finally, after paying for all of that, which wasn't so cheap, you started to head home.

On the way back, you saw a small jewelry shop.

"joyaux d'amour" (i used google translate "gems of love" idk if it's the real translation)

It wasn't popular, and when you entered, you didn't understand why. Beautiful necklaces, rings and earrings were on display. Diamonds, amethysts, sapphires,... you name it.

"Uhm, hello. I'm here to get a Christmas gift for my girlfriend... any recommendations?" you asked the lady who was in charge of the store.

"Of course! This beautiful sapphire necklace, this diamond ring here if you're planning to propose, these ruby earrings..." the lady quickly recommended you a lot of options, but you couldn't take your eyes off of the sapphire necklace.

"I'll have the necklace." you pointed at it.

"Okay, let me just put it in a box for you..." she took it in and put it in a little light blue box for you.

"Here you go. Happy holidays, and Merry Christmas!" she exclaimed as she waved at you.

"Thank you ma'am, Merry Christmas to you too." you waved back to her, and finally left the shop.

After you finally got home, you realized that Furina was still sound asleep in the bed, she hasn't even moved a single bit. She must've been really tired last night... Still, that gave you enough time to wrap up the presents that you got her!

You quickly went to the living room and started packing the gifts.

The plushies in shiny red wrap, and the necklace still in the box, and in yellow wrap.

When you finished, you left them under the Christmas tree and went back to the bedroom, only to find your sweet girlfriend waking up from her deep slumber.

"G'morning, my love!..." Furina smiled at you as she stretched out her arms.

"Good morning, my dear! Merry Christmas!" you smiled back at her in a happy tone.

"Oh yeah, Merry Christmas to you too!" she giggled and slowly got out of bed to hug you.

"I got you some gifts, they're under the Christmas tree."

"Gifts? Under the Christmas tree? Aww... you shouldn't have... But i didn't get you anything in return... i'm sorry..." she apologized as she looked up at you.

"No, it's okay, i was blessed to have met you at all, so it's enough." you softly kissed her forehead.

"You're so sweet... C'mon, let's go open my presents!" suddenly, she grabbed you by the hand and lead you to the living room.

"I hope you like them..." you said to her as she already sat on the floor next to the Christmas tree, in her pajamas.

Then, she started opening the gifts. First, the plushies. The smile she had on her was undescribable.

"Oh my, they're so cute!" she hugged each one of them.

When she got to the necklace, she smiled widely, put it on, and got up to hold you tight.

"Thank you so so so much, my love! This is the best Christmas i've ever had!" she kissed your cheek as another "thank you".

"Just for you, my dear."

~~~~~

first time posting a fanfic and i'm so insecure bro😭

is it even good???

pls tell me but anyways i hope you guys have a merry christmas and happy holidays! i love you all!

[seuuns]

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

PAIRING(S) :: idolbf!jungwon x gf!reader

WORDCOUNT :: 1,058

WARNING(S) :: fluff, a little angst if you can call that, just jungwon and reader being the cutest little couple in the world

Tired. That’s all that jungwon was in these last few Weeks days.

Everyone always excepts the poor boy to be the best in everything, they want him to be perfect. Not only had he a packed schedule since their comeback was set to be in a week, but he also has many variety shows to attend. Don’t get him wrong, he loves attending them just as much as he loves working hard to please not only his fans but also the staff and everyone on a daily basis. It’s just the boy is a pure perfectionist.

So by that, it just means he works 24/7. Which also means he also hasn’t been getting any sleep, let alone a break. But on their days off he did try to get sleep. It just hasn’t been working out just the way he wanted it to which frustrated.

He did think about texting or calling you, but he didn’t want to bother since he knows it’s exam season for you. Jungwon thought that it would be very selfish of him to call you so late at night just because he has some Problems sleeping. It just didn’t sound right to him. But it was so tempting since the poor boy hasn’t seen or let alone hear you for like two or three Weeks.

These last few days the group finally managed to get free time since they finished the Comeback a little earlier than expected and were now able to have some time for themselves to freshen up a bit. Yang Jungwon didn’t waste any time to rush to your Apartment. On his way there tho, he felt guilty and his Head were filled with thoughts like ‘ What if she’s still studying?’ ‘ Am I gonna annoy her if I rant to her?’ ‘ What if I talk too much and she sends me to go home?’. But the most important one for him was, will you help him sleep?

He pushed all those thoughts away as he rang your bell which means you’ll probably open the door for him in about 15 seconds. And yes he did memorise how long you take to open the door, it just got tattooed into his brain after ringing that bell oh so often.

And there you were. Looking so flawless and pleasing in his eyes, even if you were just wearing his shirt and your dark blue satin pj pants which dedicated that you probably never left your apartment which isn’t really shocking since it was around Midnight. Your delicate but tired eyes lit up at the appearance of your breathtaking boyfriend in front of your apartment. That was until you realised how late it was, and your Heart stopped beating for a second since it looked like he came all the way to your apartment alone and let’s just say the district you were living in wasn’t the safest in South Korea let alone Seoul.

‘ Have you gone crazy?! Coming here alone this late?!‘ but all of that stopped when you took all of his Features in and saw how tired and worn out he looked. It was the most heartbreaking sight you could ever see. And that also broke your Heart into small pieces. The Yang Jungwon who always shined like the brightest star in the busiest crowds was now dressed in a old hoodie of his, hair all messy and his Nike duffel bag in his right hand. You didn’t even waste a second before ushering him inside your monotone yet comforting apartment.

It kinda shocked you to see him in this state, since Jungwon was the type to take care of himself no matter what happens. The first Thing you did after you both entered your apartment, was to tuck him under a Blanket and put him in your Bed so he feels comfortable. After you did that he just lets his body relax in the comfiness of your Bed. Jungwon always like your Bed more since it was oddly pleasant for him, but he couldn’t figure out why tho? Maybe it was the softness of your Pillows, the smell of your room or perhaps the mattress of the Bed? Whatever it was he was thankful for it.

While your Boyfriend got lost in his Thoughts you made sure to clean your Study Table up since you were already done with your Studies. You also picked out a random novel for you to read since in those 3 Years of dating you noticed that reading calms him down and sometimes even helps him sleeping. Sleep. That’s exactly what Jungwon needs. And he knows exactly that you’re the only one who can help him with this.

As you finished cleaning up you picked out his favourite Book and climbed in the Bed to join the cat looking boy. ‘ jagi, I know you’re feeling tired right know so you don’t have to talk if you don’t have the energy to now. You can talk to me after you wake up.’ That’s one of the Things he loves about you, the Way you never force him to anything and always understand him. The boy rolled over and was now on top of you with his Face in the crook of your Neck. You could hear him Muster out a quiet ‘ Thank you’.

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle can’t getting over how cute he is. You flipped to the first page of the novel and started reading. You could feel his stiff tensed body relax after you started reading. About 5 Minutes in, you could hear his snores. Just before he fell asleep he could only think about how grateful he was for you since you helped him end his Sleepless Nights. You closed the Book and put it on your Bedside table, but you didn’t turn the Lamp off. Quite the opposite you didn’t go to sleep. Since you haven’t seen each other for Weeks you wanted to use this Time to take all of his Features in again. You couldn’t ignore the way he got a perm (which looked a bit too good on him if you’d be asked). After a few minutes you could feel the Tiredness take over and finally fell asleep after you turned the lights off and cuddled Jungwon.

A/N :: FINALLY THIS ENDED. OMG IT FELT LIKE FOREVER AND PLS TELL ME YOUR OPINION ON THIS FIC SINCE ITS AGAIN MY FIRST TIME.