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theskywithin · 2 days ago

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✦✧ Juno in the Signs ✧✦

Some part of you already knows how you love. Not the way you flirt. Not the kind of person you’re drawn to. But the pattern that repeats. The part of you that keeps handing over your tenderness in the same shape, hoping it lands differently this time. That’s Juno. The version of you that wants to be chosen and fears what that might cost. The place where your devotion lives and the conditions you attach to giving it. This isn’t about the partner you’re looking for. It’s about who you become when love gets close enough to stay.

Juno in Aries

There’s a door inside you that no one else gets to walk through, and Juno in Aries is the reason you keep it locked. Not because you don’t want to be known. But because you remember what happened the last time you were fully seen: someone tried to own you. You don’t want peace. You want truth even when it’s sharp. Especially when it’s sharp. You want to be met by someone who has done away with polite affection and knows how to stand in front of you without flinching. Who doesn’t shrink when you’re loud, or mistake your certainty for cruelty. Who knows that love, for you, is presence in its purest form, fast, hot, honest. Still, underneath all that momentum is a quieter story. You’ve learned to bolt before you break. You test before you trust. You'd rather be alone than misunderstood while standing right next to someone. And so the vow is simple, but not easy: I will not soften just to stay. I will not love at the cost of my own clarity. If we’re going to do this, you and I, it has to be real, or not at all.

Juno in Taurus

There’s a part of you that wants love to feel like a held breath finally released. Juno in Taurus remembers what it’s like to live on edge waiting for the rug to be pulled, for the silence to start, for the goodbye you weren’t warned about. You’ve known what it’s like to hold the shape of someone else's absence, to steady what was never yours to anchor. So now, you crave something quieter. Not easier, just steadier. You don’t want fireworks. You want someone who shows up, again and again, without having to be asked. You want to be loved like a ritual, a hand on your back, the sound of their voice in the morning, the way their eyes soften when you’re tired. And still, you stay too long. You grip too hard. You call it devotion when it’s really fear of beginning again. Because underneath your patience lives a wound: that if you stop giving, the whole thing might go cold. But the vow here is deeper than comfort. It’s about learning that love doesn’t have to arrive in crisis to be real. That you are allowed to want what stays, not because you’re afraid of loss, but because your nervous system finally knows what yes feels like. You don’t need to earn stillness. You are allowed to be kept.

Juno in Gemini

There’s a part of you that’s still waiting for someone to really listen. Not nod-along listening. Not waiting-for-their-turn-to-speak listening. But the kind that hears you in the pauses, the kind that notices when your tone changes halfway through a sentence and knows something just shifted underneath. Juno in Gemini remembers what it’s like to be charming and misread. To be mirrored, but not met. You learned to shapeshift to hold attention. To make your questions more interesting than your needs. To keep talking so no one noticed what you weren’t saying. Now, you long for a partner who doesn’t just love your mind but understands that your mind is a maze built to protect your heart. Someone who keeps asking even when you start laughing instead of answering. Someone who doesn’t mistake your lightness for simplicity. You don’t need someone who finishes your sentences. You need someone who waits for the next word without assuming they know it. The vow here is this: I will not abandon my contradictions just to feel understood. I will not trade depth for connection. If we’re going to do this, I want a love that listens harder when things get quiet.

Juno in Cancer

There’s a part of you that only ever learned how to love by holding. Juno in Cancer remembers being the emotional backbone. The one who stayed up late, stayed quiet, stayed calm. The one who made room for everyone else’s ache while swallowing your own. You learned to love like a shelter, sturdy, patient, warm, and to brace for the storm no matter who caused it. But what you long for isn’t rescue. It’s reversal. You want to be the one who leans. You want to be met in the softest part of yourself and not be asked to explain why you’re crying again. You want someone who sees your sensitivity not as sweetness, but as strength that never got to rest. You don’t want grand declarations. You want someone who notices your moods before you name them. Who knows what your silence means. Who remembers the version of you that hides when you’re afraid of being left. Still, you test. You wait to be proven safe. You pour first and wonder later if you’ll be poured into. But the vow here isn’t to stop loving that deeply. It’s to stop doing it alone. You’re not meant to be the roof and the floor and the walls. You’re meant to be held, too. The contract is this: I will not keep offering comfort in place of connection. I will not stay strong just to be loved. If we’re going to do this, I want to be felt the way I’ve always felt others, fully, instinctively, and without asking for proof.

Juno in Leo

There’s a part of you that wants to be looked at without being reduced. Juno in Leo remembers what it’s like to be adored for your image, not your interior. You’ve been praised for your presence, your confidence, your strength, your steadiness, but not always held when those things cracked. You know what it’s like to be chosen for what you give, and abandoned when it’s your turn to need. Now, you don’t want an audience. You want intimacy. You want someone whose gaze doesn’t slip when you’re messy, unsure, undone. Someone who isn’t just drawn to your heat, but who stays through your quiet seasons, the ones where your heart folds in on itself and asks to be seen without asking. Still, you protect yourself with intensity. You offer loyalty before vulnerability. You give and give, hoping someone will eventually look past the generosity and ask what’s underneath. But the vow here is this: I won’t perform for love anymore. I won’t set myself on fire just to feel wanted. You want the kind of connection that doesn’t fade when the applause stops. The kind that sees the flare and the flicker and stays for both.

Juno in Virgo

There’s a part of you that wants to be loved in the moments no one claps for. Juno in Virgo remembers what it’s like to be valued for your usefulness. You learned early that care is what you give, not what you ask for. That love is something you prove through reliability, through small, invisible acts of devotion. And so you became dependable. Thoughtful. Predictable. Safe. But deep down, you want something messier. You want someone who doesn’t need you to be easy all the time. Someone who doesn’t interpret your quiet observations as coldness. Someone who stays when you finally say what you really need and doesn’t flinch when it’s imperfect. Still, you edit yourself. You smooth over the edges. You fix things before anyone knows they were broken. And then you wonder why no one offers to carry the weight with you. The vow here is this: I will not stay quiet just to be appreciated. I will not perform calm just to be kept. You don’t want love that thanks you for making everything easier. You want love that says, you don’t have to carry all of it. Let me in. Even here.

Juno in Libra

There’s a part of you that’s still trying to unlearn the habit of adjusting mid-sentence. Juno in Libra remembers what it’s like to make yourself agreeable just to keep the peace. To smile while your stomach tightens. To choose connection over clarity, again and again, because silence seemed safer than being misunderstood. You became fluent in compromise. You studied the temperature of every room. You knew how to pivot mid-conflict, how to soften your truth so it wouldn’t scrape anyone on the way out. And still, part of you kept wondering: if they love me, why do I feel so far away from myself when I’m with them? Now, you want a different kind of harmony. Not the kind that keeps things pleasant, the kind that keeps things honest. You want to be able to disagree without disappearing. To bring your whole self to the table and not be punished for having angles. Still, you hesitate. You scan. You anticipate what’s needed before it’s asked. You mistake being easy to love for being loved at all. But the vow here is this: I will not trade authenticity for affection. I will not shrink myself to avoid the discomfort of being real. You want a relationship that can hold contradiction and stay. One where agreement isn’t the goal. Understanding is.

Juno in Scorpio

There’s a part of you that wants to hand someone the knife and finally trust that they won’t use it. Juno in Scorpio remembers what it’s like to be known too soon, by someone who hadn’t earned it. To expose something delicate and watch it be mishandled. Not with cruelty, but with carelessness. Someone who got close because they could, not because they knew how to stay. So now you protect it all. The longing. The rage. The part of you that wants to merge without being erased. You keep it quiet, not out of mystery, out of muscle memory. Out of knowing that once someone sees the unfiltered version of you, they get to decide what it means. And you’ve already lived through what happens when they choose wrong. You don’t want casual. You don’t want sweet. You want someone who understands that love, for you, is made of silence and consequence. You want to know they won’t leave when it’s inconvenient. You want to be able to fall apart in their hands and not have to clean it up afterward. But even you don’t always know what you need. So you wait. You watch. You test. You say “I’m fine” when you mean “please don’t move.” The vow here isn’t about surrender. It’s about being safe inside your own intensity. The truth is: you don’t need someone to survive you. You need someone who won’t interpret your darkness as something they need to fix. You need someone who stays, not because they’re unafraid of who you are, but because they don’t think they need to understand all of it to respect it.

Juno in Sagittarius

There’s a part of you that stops breathing when love starts to feel like a room with no windows. Juno in Sagittarius remembers what it’s like to be contained. To be loved by someone who admired your spirit, but tried to manage it. Someone who said “I see you,” and then tried to soften the parts that made you feel most alive. You remember what it’s like to be mistaken for a phase. For a story someone wanted to read but never finish. So now you watch for the signs early. The flicker of control disguised as closeness. The slow expectation that you’ll explain every instinct before following it. You’ve learned that sometimes love doesn’t come with chains, just questions that shrink you. You don’t need endless space. You just need to know that your growth isn’t threatening. That your curiosity isn’t a flaw to be solved. That the way you move toward what’s next, toward what’s honest, won’t be misread as disloyalty. The vow here is this: I will not dim my wonder to make someone feel secure. You want to be chosen by someone who doesn’t need you to shrink your reach to keep them close. You want love that doesn’t ask for proof. You want to be held without being handled.

Juno in Capricorn

There’s a part of you that doesn’t know what to do with love that asks nothing of you. Juno in Capricorn remembers what it’s like to carry the weight for both people. To be the steady one. The capable one. The one who knew how to make it work. You’ve been loved for your reliability, your structure, your spine, but not always for your softness. So now, you measure everything. You notice how people move, what they keep their promises to. You don’t expect them to stay, you expect to manage their leaving. You offer safety without ever asking for it back. But there’s a part of you that’s still hoping someone might see it, the quiet exhaustion behind your calm, the tenderness beneath your timing. You want someone who can sit inside your silence and not ask you to smile through it. You want a love that holds without having to be held together. The vow here is this: I will not audition for loyalty. I will not keep building things just to prove I’m worthy of staying. You don’t need love that praises your strength. You need love that sees the ache in your composure and stays anyway. Not because you’ve earned it. Just because it’s time.

Juno in Aquarius

There’s a part of you that doesn’t flinch when love goes quiet because you’ve learned to expect connection to come with static. Juno in Aquarius remembers what it’s like to be loved in theory. To be someone’s idea. Someone’s fascination. To be held at arm’s length by someone who claimed to understand you and then backed away the moment you acted like a real person instead of a possibility. So now, you hover just slightly outside of closeness. Not because you’re cold, but because you know how easily intimacy can become translation. You’ve been asked to subtitle your feelings, to explain your instincts, to slow down your inner world so someone else could keep up. You’ve performed calm just to avoid being misread as uncaring. But underneath all that space is a longing you rarely admit: the desire to be chosen without needing to shrink or explain a single thing. You don’t want your weirdness celebrated, you want it left alone. You don’t want your detachment interpreted, you want it trusted. The vow here is this: I will not contort my interior to fit someone else’s outline of closeness. You want a partner who doesn't need to label everything. Who understands that when you’re quiet, it’s not distance but depth. Who stays, not because they understand you perfectly, but because they’ve stopped trying to decode what could simply be held.

Juno in Pisces

There’s a part of you that loves like a tide, full, generous, rising without needing to be asked. Juno in Pisces remembers what it’s like to become the ocean for someone who never learned to swim. To pour and pour until you mistook your own absence for intimacy. You’ve blurred your edges to keep others warm. You’ve mistaken devotion for vanishing. So now, you float somewhere between hunger and hesitation. You want a love that feels like music only you can hear, but this time, you want to hear yourself in it too. You want to be met in the fog, not rescued from it. You want someone who understands that your tenderness is not an opening, it’s a boundary made of water. But still, you offer everything before asking for anything. You romanticize the ache. You turn red flags into poetry. You wait for someone to read your silence like a map. The vow here is this: I will not turn into mist just to be held. You need a love that doesn't try to define you. One that doesn't panic when your emotions change shape. One that can hold your vastness without trying to name every wave. You are not a lesson in selflessness. You are the sea, and the sea doesn’t apologize for being deep.

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lucy-literates · 3 days ago

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Unspoken Things

A/N: my requests are open :) and we love slightly jealous Bucky

Synopsis: Bucky Barnes gets jealous when someone flirts with you and doesn't know how to tell you.

The bar wasn’t exactly his scene, but Bucky came anyway—mostly because you asked.

He stuck to a corner booth, nursing a beer he didn’t really want, trying to pretend he was listening to whatever Sam was saying. His eyes kept drifting back to the bar, where you were talking to some guy with a Wall Street smile and too much cologne.

The guy leaned in closer, saying something that made you laugh—head tilted back, eyes bright, completely unaware of the way Bucky's stomach turned at the sight.

It was stupid. You weren’t his. He had no right to feel like this.

But he did.

He clenched his jaw, looking away. The glass in his hand creaked faintly beneath the grip of his vibranium fingers.

"You know you’re being obvious, right?" Sam said, low enough only he could hear.

Bucky didn’t answer.

“She’s allowed to talk to people.”

“I know,” Bucky muttered.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Then why do you look like you’re five seconds from throwing that guy through the wall?”

Bucky stared at the wood grain of the table, voice flat. “Because I don’t know how to say what I want without messing it up.”

And the truth of it sat heavy in his chest—he could survive the war, the brainwashing, the decades lost to HYDRA. But this? Watching you slip just a little further away while he stayed silent? That might be what finally broke him.

If looks could kill, the man who just put his hand on your hip would be dead. Sam looked at Bucky, concerned, wondering how much more of this Bucky would endure before he walked over there himself, or left completely. He chose the second option, standing up. His chair fell back and would've hit the floor if not for Sam's fast reflexes.

You looked over to where the boys were sitting, only spotting Sam, who made eye contact. You mouthed "Where's Bucky?" and Sam just pointed at the door. You excused yourself from the handsy man in front of you and headed for the exit. Sam sped up, to walk beside you.

You walked out to see Bucky taking the car keys from the valet. You and Sam jogged up to him just before he got in the car. He looked at you both and just said "get in". You got in the front, Sam in the back, just buckling up as Bucky sped off. His flesh hand was white knuckled on the steering wheel; his metal one was close to causing indents.

You got back to the tower, Bucky parked the car and didn't bother waiting for you or Sam, stalking off to the elevator and heading up to his room.

You went back to yours, bidding goodnight to Sam. You took your time showering and getting ready for bed. You laid there, thinking about what happened at the club.

Next thing you knew, you were standing in front of Bucky's door.

You gently knocked 3 times, the door was pulled open as your third knock finished. "how-" you started. "Super soldier hearing, I heard you walk up to my door" he deadpanned. He opened the door wider and let you in, closing it behind you.

"What happened?" you asked him

He sat down on his bed and looked up at you. "What do you mean?" he challenged.

"I mean" you started, slowly walking closer until you were stood in front of him "What happened tonight? Why did you leave like that?" You were directly in front of him now. His fingers twitches with an itch to place them on your hips. He balled his fists instead.

"I didn't like watching that man touching you" He whispered "It made me angry"

You chuckled, and he looked at you, bewildered, "Is it funny?" he asked. You shook your head, figuring out what he meant by being angry. "Was the normal angry, grumpy kind of feeling, or was it an intense kind of angry?" he looked confused "intense".

"Thats jealousy, Buck"

"It's not-"

"You sure?"

"No"

He looked down at his lap. Your fingers came to rest under his chin, tilting his head up. You sat down in his lap, giving him no choice but to hold your hips, and kissed him.

It was slow, gentle at first but became much more intense.

"I wanted to do that a long time ago" he confessed

"I know"

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mwahgo · 3 days ago

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Hi!! sorry if english bad, but I want to say I love your work! I would like to request Traflagar Law x Reader, Law is reader's professor (maybe we're med student?) and Law has a crush on reader but knows it might be wrong. But then reader asks how to get extra credit because her grades dropping. So Law makes her earn extra credit by fucking her after class

Feel free to ignore if this make you uncomfortable!

TEACHER'S PET

— Professor!Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader (One Piece)

[+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

: ̗̀➛ Summary: His favorite student is falling his class, now she begs him to get extra credits.

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 2.3k words

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: Porn with little plot, student/teacher relationship, reader is of age here, sexual fantasy, P in V, unprotected sex, sex with consent, blowjob, cunnilingus, dirty talk

Mwahgo's Notes: I love this request! Thank you so much!💕

The atmosphere inside the classroom feels lively as the chattering of the students echoed inside. They talked about different stuff, school, grades, hangouts and other stuff but one main topic was passed around the group of students.

“Have you heard? We have a new biology teacher!”

“Really?! Man.. I hope they’re good at teaching,”

“Oh my god, I’ve heard from the other students that he’s really hot!”

“What?! Oh my god, I have to get myself ready for him. Hope he gives me extra grades for being pretty,”

The students giggled amongst themselves, gossiping about the new professor that will be having his first class with them. You, on the other hand, is busy with writing your essay that is due today. You fell asleep for the whole day yesterday that you completely forgot to do your work, so you quickly rush to class and finish it there.

“I’m kinda excited to meet the new professor,” Your friend babbled beside you.

“Don’t talk to me right now, I’m working,” You retorted, focusing on your essay.

Your friend rolled your eyes, “Boo! That’s what happens when you fell asleep and play video games all day,” They teased.

You rolled your eyes with the truth as you continue answering your essay, “You think he’s actually hot?” Your friend asks again.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, but I don’t mind a hot professor,” You mumbled as your friend gasped in shock.

“Yo! Are you saying that you’re willing to date one?” They asked as you gave them a look.

Before you get to answer, the door opened and the chatting toned down as a new professor entered the room. Messy, black hair, side burns and has a goatee as his piercing, tired eyes glanced around the classroom as he placed his stuff on the desk.

“Good morning class, I’m your new professor, Trafalgar Law..” His deep voice echoed in the classroom.

Your eyes travelled down to his arms and notices he has a lot of tattooes, which made you doubtful about his skills. As he continue to spoke, your friend slowly turned to you and just mumbled, “Damn… He is hot,”

You gave her a side eye before the professor noticed both of you, “Excuse me? Care to share that to the class?” He sternly questioned.

Your friend jumped away from you as you try to hide in shame, “N-No, sir..” You apologized.

His eyes glanced at you, up and down before going back to talking to the class. You noticed the longing gaze, which made you confused as your friend nudged you softly. You looked at them and they just gave a knowing look before listening back to the professor.

“Alright before you all go, submit your essays,” Professor Law announced, “After you submit, you can go,” He added.

You sighed heavily as you continue to scribbled on your essay. You were so focused on listening to his discussion that you weren’t able to finish your essay. Student started standing up and giving their papers to the professor as you sweat nervously, already regretting your procrastination last night.

“I-I can wait for you, so that we can submit together,” You friend suggested.

You shook your head, “No.. It’s fine, you can go and give yours,” You forced as smile before going back to writing.

They just sighed in disappointment as they stood up and gave their paper. They packed their bag and left the classroom—leaving you the only student in class. Law watched you carefully as you continue to write down words on your essay before sighing. He stood up and approached your seat as your breath hitched in anxiety.

“Why are still doing yours?” He asked, no sternness nor softness.

You bit your lip, nervously, “I-I… fell asleep yesterday and.. forgot about it,” You gave a half lie.

Law just sighed before taking his seat and the essays, “I’ll stay here beside you, so you can give yours when you’re done,” He said as he started reading through the essays.

You eyes widened at his actions but decided to not speak out about it as you continue to write. But you were naive, Law wasn’t sitting next to you to give company, but simply because he wants to admire you up close.

He knew it was wrong, pursuing a student while being the professor of your class. But he couldn’t help but admire your soft cheeks as they blush, your eyes looking up to him, it gives him the idea on what you look like sucking on his cock. How you elegantly crossing your legs, showing your smooth skin, making him hard. He wants to feel you, to hold you and keep to himself. He wonders how your moans sounds like as he pounds your pussy.

Law knew it was wrong, but damn, he’s willing to take the risk.

The lingering feeling continues on, from Law giving you some subtle touches as he walks around, the small glances during discussion to assisting you in your work—as long as he can be next to you.

He knew he had to stop the feelings. He tried going to nightclubs and going on blind dates to divert his attention, but he knew that once he goes back to teaching, you will be back in his mind.

Every time you look at him with those eager eyes as you placed your cheek on your palm—trying to stay focus on his lesson, it made him nervous. Every time he walks around while discussion, he sees you with your hair up, exposing you neck. It made him want to take you there.

Your little outfits was the worse. Your skirts being too short and your top is getting a little too distracting for him. It made his cock stir in his pants as he tries his best not to stare at your cleavage while discussing.

Currently, Law announced the dismissal as his class started packing their stuff while talking about their after class activities. But he noticed you weren’t packing yours as he watched you wave goodbye to your friend as they left the room. There was an unusual silence as Law waited for you to do something, but you sat on your chair—fidgeting with your fingers.

“Do you need to do some work, miss (Y/N)?” Law asked.

You flinched on your seat before stumbling your words, “Uhm.. N-No, not really..” You trailed off, “.. C-Can I ask something, sir?”

Law crossed his arms, “Go ahead,”

You bit your lip, nervously, “Uhm.. I’m like, wondering how my grades are doing..”

Law raised his eyebrow as he opened his laptop and checked your grades. You fidgeted nervously as he sighed, “I’m sorry, miss (Y/N) but you’ve been failing my class lately,” He frowned.

You looked down in shame, you were aware that you haven’t been doing good in his class but you wanted to ignore the fact. Now, he’s telling it to your face that you are indeed failing.

You sat there in silence, sinking in the information as Law sighed. He stood up from the teacher’s desk and approached your seat. He placed a sincere hand on your desk as he frowned down on you, “What’s going on, miss (Y/N)? Is my teaching been unaffected to you?” He scolded.

You grimaced at his tone, “N-Not at all, sir. It’s just that…” You sighed, “I’ve been having a hard time understanding things and I can’t really focus on your class,” You explained.

“You can always just come to me after class of you’re confused,” Law insisted.

You fidgeted on your seat, “I know, b-but I just feel bad that you might think that you aren’t a good teacher,” Law’s heart almost swelled at your consideration, “But I need extra credits, sir. So that I can pass this subject. If anything, I’ll take it,” You pleaded.

Law’s eyes widened at your cries. This was every inch of his fantasy—watching you desperately plead him to give you extra credits to pass his class. His fist clenched, holding back his sexual urges but it’s just one time, right? He tried to convince himself. He just talk you into it and would also give you those extra credits.

But he knew it was wrong, thinking about fucking his student in his classroom. It was already wrong when he had wet dreams about you as he fucks his cock in his fist at night. It was wrong when he always stay at your side when he’s teaching—stealing small glances at your figure. Pursuing his student was wrong, but Law knew he couldn’t help it.

He sighed heavily, already making up his decision, “You would do.. anything?” He asked.

You nodded, frantically as he went silent before pulling you to a searing kiss. Your yelps were muffled as your eyes widened. processing the event that is happening. You didn’t pull away as you kissed back, your lips clashing together as he pulled you up on your seat while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Law pulled away, panting, “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

You giggled, “You were the one who started kissing me,” You teased, “But yes, I want you, sir,” You bit your lip.

His cock harden in his pants, “Fuck.. That’s what I wanted to hear,” He mumbled before he carried you to his desk, “I’ll give you those extra points.. after I fuck you,” He smirked.

As he stripped off his clothes, you removed your clothes along with your undergarments as his mouth agape on how wet your pussy now. As he was finally naked, you slid off the desk and on to your knees as you faced his hard cock. His cock twitched at your hot breath fanning on it as he looked down at you. You smirked as your tongue lolled out to lick the tip of his cock as he twitched at the sensation.

You continue to lick around his to before slipping his whole shaft inside your mouth as Law groaned in pleasure. His hand grabbed your hair as he pushed his hips into your mouth, making you gag as the tip of his cock hits your throat.

“Fuck.. Sorry baby, your mouth just f-feels so.. good,” He grunted.

His hips thrusted against your mouth, his pelvic touching your lips as you suck on his thick cock. His groans echoed inside the classroom as his cheeks blushed from the intense pleasure. You looked up to him with small tears in your eyes as his breath hitched as he continue thrusting in your mouth. His pace made you grabbed onto his thighs as you moaned around his cock.

“F-Fuck, your mouth is so good, baby. S-Sucking on my cock like that..” He whimpered as he felt a coil in his stomach, “God-damnit.. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna c-cum in your mouth..” Law groaned.

His thrusts quickens as you hummed around his cock, making him groan loudly as he shoots his cum down your throat. His hips stuttered as his hand gripped your head, not letting your mouth escape his cock as you swallow down his cum. As you pulled away, Law was panting heavily—sweat dripping down his forehead as he smirked down at you.

He flipped your skirt up, yanked your panties down, and pulled you up so you could bend over his desk. With a loud moan, you felt his lips around your sore clit and sucking on your wet folds, causing you to gasp in shock. Humming over your clit while you whimpered, he held onto your soft thighs and feasted on your warm pussy.

“F-Fuck, sir.. I feel like I’m cumming!” You moaned.

As soon as Law heard that, he pulled away from your pussy, making your whine from the lost of pleasure. Suddenly, you gasped sharply as you felt the tip of his cock entering you, “I’ll give you something to cum around,” He growled in your ear as he set a hard pace.

You screamed in pleasure as the desk rocked beneath you. Law was in paradise, his cock fucking his favorite student’s pussy as your moans muffled by the desk, scared that people might hear the debauchery happening inside the classroom. Skin slapping echoed inside the classroom as Law grunted in your ear, “You feel my cock there? Fucking your.. d-desperate pussy..?”

You only nodded in reply, too deep into the pleasure. With the lack of reply, Law growled as his hand gripped your hair, pulling your head up as he slowed down his thrusts, making you whine, “I asked you a question, girl. Do you feel my cock fucking you?” He emphasized every word with a hard thrust.

“Yes, sir! Please! Fuck me harder!” You moaned loudly.

His lips turned into a smirk as his quick pace came back, making you whimpered, “Fuck, y-your pussy feels so good.. I’ve been wanting to have this,” He groaned

“O-Oh, s-sir… I’m gonna c-cum!” You moaned loudly.

His hips thrusted quickly on your pussy as you felt the coil in your stomach exploded as you came around his cock. Law grunted loudly as he spills his cum inside you. Panting heavily, he laid his sweaty body on top of yours as you laid tiredly on the desk.

Law leaned down on littered tired kisses on your temple as he intertwined your hands together, “Congrats, miss (Y/N), you get your extra credit,” He chuckled deeply, finally achieving his sexual fantasy.

#anime #one piece #one piece x reader #anime smut #one piece x reader smut #trafalgar law x reader smut #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece smut #law x reader #law x reader smut

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losver07 · 4 hours ago

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eyyy dw there's not a "late" for answering things :)

thanks for the luck<3 i've decided that i'm going to repeat this year and take it easy cause my brain cannot cut it anymore lmao

also the "i hate vampires theyre so evil" is so funny jxbckdbsk

"what am i drinking? oh, just lil potion not to turn into a beast. it's a full moon, ya know? i'm fucking kidding gilderoy, it's for my fucking knee alright? yeah cause of the limp you won't stop asking about. fucking prick."

i think The People™ are going to label this as their fave book from now on ngl

fuck em honestly, they're together again. (they might not be tomorrow tho, it's a russian roulette). oh and yes she tries to give me feminist speeches and im like..... okay but you're the opposite of that. okay but people don't transition to "steal your rights". okay but if me shaving is social pressure, where do your blonde highlights come from? idk she's a hypocrite but she puts up w my dad as a divine punishment so there's that

uuuu matt groening is the guy who made the simpsons!! (and more stuff, but im guessing you know the simpsons)

mine are gold gold :) actually fun fact my best friends little sister copied my glasses when she had to get ones (shes such a cutie i love herrr)

oh yeah i've been learning a bit abt genocide and uhhh she's definitely trying to start one and she's sort of succeeding at a minor scale, cause she (and other people like her) are demonising and villianising a group of people and making the rest of the population set them apart, like labeling them right away just for who they are. idk in my humble opinion we should go to her house mansion whatever with torches and pitchforks and burn the w(b)itch

uuuu that explains why this week my head is empty. hope the kid is having fun at yours

shes the most adorable living creature on earth 😭😭

oh yeah i get that, last year i had to learn like?? four diff poems/monologues??? in a week?? i don't even make scenic arts it was for my lit class bro. now there's a whole emily dickinson poem stuck in my brain forever (not complaining tho)

I HAVENT LISTENED TO ITTT😭😭 you know what ima do that as soon as i post this!!!

oh yeah very true, some things just stop clicking. im working on a band au now tho and im having fun so that's neat :)

that. is. so. cool. i think my neighborhood mascot would be the fucking garbage truck man

waitwaitwait there's a thespian fest?? like??? wow okay didnt know that. and omg i used to collect feathers as a kid too (we lived near a garden centre and they had peacocks n stuff) but uhhh we moved and my mum threw them all. in hindsight it was probably not sanitary lmao. anyway yeah i love my lil crystal collection :) and my pins n stickers too :))

yeaaa actually he got me an ammonites ring yesterday (he felt bad cause im depressed 😋) so that's cool too (every time he feels bad he gets me fossils jewellery idk it's a long story lmao)

that sounds weird?? but so cool???? honestly i think most of my mental health stuff comes from seeing images in my brain so at least you won't be getting that. oh and i could not function without a monologue. i think it's the only reason why im good with languages tbh (i couldn't be talking to you rn if the lil voice didn't pronounce the words for me. fuck english phonetics so much)

i can't sell you one at a distance but i'm sending you good vibes instead :) and yeah uhh i will never forget that fateful day

nope, i have two mother tongues, so spanish and basque :) tho at this point i think im better at english than basque tbf and it pisses me off a bit :(

also mandarin???? a friend of mine has been studying it for like 10 years bro why is it so complicated?? 😭😭

YESSSS cute bird pics 😭<3

oh true, i think there's something in the hellsite's water tbh

"my child is fine" ma'am your child prioritises memorising every single full moon that happened in 1975 over their schoolwork

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6thscara · 2 days ago

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i’m alive i swear!!!

Hanahaki Disease [oneshot— part one?]

✭ Scaramouche x Reader

ׂ╰┈➤ hanahki au / reader’s love is unrequited💔 / not many details for reader’s character / light angst / some lumine x scara / scaramouche is called Wanderer / no use of y/n

.ೃ࿐ synopsis ; you’re just another adventurer, she’s the traveler. of course it was dumb to be hopeful, but love turns you foolish. it’s a force with enough power to drive you to death

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bro i cannot finish writing this.. i’ve had it in my drafts for like a year but i don’t know where to go w it tbh.

in that year i’ve also been going through a lot… but i wanna write again!! and i wanna take requests :D

no beta im tired of this thing💔

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You expected this— knew fully well it would happen, and yet you pursued.

Between you and the blonde traveler, Lumine, of course he’d like her more. It wasn’t even a contest— she’s strong, clever, and beautiful.

On the other hand, you’re just you. Which isn’t a lot. Not enough for him. Yet, your wishful thinking kept you going.

It also brought you here once again— slumped over in a secluded field in the forest, choking out petals with various hues. Your eyes scrunch at the sight of the flowers you’ve been coughing out, your heart full of resent. You sigh, thinking about how pathetic you must look.

You’ve known the Wanderer for a while, though still not too long. You knew him enough to know that despite his cold demeanour, there was a soft side to him. Although you’ve seen part of it, its entirety was reserved for someone else.

That’s why you find yourself in such a pitiful state.

With one last look at the mess you’ve made, you stand up. Your wobbly knees almost knock you over before you can hold onto a nearby tree to catch your breath.

Your body was starting to grow weak. Day by day, it was getting harder to do commissions and your daily activities— which definitely did not go unnoticed by your peers.

“…What’s up with you?” A voice calls out behind you, accompanied by the sound of jingles. It was the Wanderer.

Your eyes widen, the surprise making you flinch before quickly composing yourself. You turn around to face him, feeling your heart already begin to beat faster when met with his presence. It hurt.

You see him cross his arms, looking at you with scrunched eyes.

“Oh,— nothing,” You quickly say, “I was… doing some commissions until I had to fight off some hilichurls.” You lie.

The Wanderer breathes out a small sigh, taking a moment to inspect your poise before uncrossing his arms and speaking, “Alright then. You just didn’t look so good,”

You nod, reasonably understanding why. “No need to worry.” You say brightly, giving him a smile.

Thankfully, the wind had already taken the flower petals away, otherwise the odd pile might have seemed weird.

“So, what are you doing here?” You curiously ask.

“Not much. The traveler requested to meet me.” He answers, eyes drifting off as a hint of bashfulness uncharacteristically cracks through his manner.

He clears his throat, eyebrows slightly furrowing. You cough a bit.

“I see,” you grin, though you feel unsteady at his answer. Just because of it, you can feel your stomach stir with uneasiness while your chest tightens.

“Well, enough of me taking up your time then! Go see her.” You laugh, patting his shoulder. He scoffs.

“Exactly what I was about to do. See you.” He says, turning around and walking off. His hat jingles, leaving a lingering trail of his showing. You call out a last “bye”, to which he doesn’t mind.

You stare at his back as he leaves— and you’re sure your gaze is full of desperate yearning.

That’s that, you try to tell yourself. But it just really hurts. Simple as that.

With one last heavy sigh, you place your hands on your hips, looking up at the clear sky.

It was probably better to go do something instead of mulling over it. Right— you had planned on going to the Akademiya to try and do some research about your condition. You didn’t want to go to a doctor, firstly because the sickness seemed acquainted with your feelings, and secondly because you didn’t want anyone else to potentially find out.

You start making your way towards Sumeru City, traversing through the land’s greenery while your mind stays busy thinking about Wanderer.

It’s been like that for quite some time— ever since you met him, he’s been lingering in your thoughts, and you’ve been trying to get closer to him. Though you did to an extent, you wanted more.

It felt as if a needle pricked your heart for every thought you had of him. Thinking about him with anyone else but you was dreadful. Your heart begged you to stop— to focus on what’s ahead.

Without even realizing it, you finally reached the city. Your attention was finally brought back to your surroundings once you heard the bustling vendors, lively restaurants, and scholars discussing academic matters.

The smell of food coming from nearby restaurants was tempting, but you figured it would be better to do research now and eat later.

You make your way over to the House of Daena, promptly beginning to browse the vast bookshelves. There were quite a few Amurta students gathered around the shelves you were looking through— reasonably, since the Darshan was tied to biology and medicine.

After some perusing, you ended up with about 3 stacked books next to you. A lot of the terms in these books confused you, but the indexes were very helpful while looking for this disease. Many books you went through didn’t even mention anything similar to your condition, which was frustrating.

But finally— you find it. Hanahaki Disease, the text read, seemingly originating from Inazuma. You read with great interest, carefully going over the contents.

There wasn’t as much information on hanahaki disease as there was on others, but with what you had to work with, it was sufficient.

It was a condition that slowly killed someone whose affection for another was not returned. Your eyes widened, your breath growing heavy. You were right— it was tied to these hopeless feelings.

Then… what were you supposed to do? Unrequited love couldn’t be fixed with medicine— not any surgery, or antidote could help. Love is controlled solely by the heart of the beholder.

You gather your initial thoughts before continuing.

Hanahaki Disease, a chronic condition caused by deep, pristine love which is not returned. These unreciprocated feelings are the root of blooming flowers in the bearer’s lungs, slowly killing them until it becomes too much for the body to handle.

You continue reading on, flipping the page curiously. You let out a relieved sigh once you see that the remaining information is about possible ways to make the condition go away.

The text read, “With today’s known information, two solutions are available; the safest option is allowing the patient to let go of their feelings before they are killed,”

Right, as if you could do that. Much easier said than done. But it’s not like the author would’ve known about your love’s severity.

Sighing, you continued, “whilst the other option includes a surgical procedure, in which the blooming Hanahaki flowers will be removed directly from the patient’s lungs.”

Your heart sank. “The surgical removal is a dangerous procedure that must be taken with caution. Following the removal, the victim will also lose their romantic love for the object of affection.”

Seriously— this was your other option? You can’t go through with that! You’d probably die anyway… there's no trustworthy surgeon you know who could do it privately for you. Especially considering the after effect, it just didn’t seem like a doable solution. Love is something you hold so closely. The concept that turns existence into life. But did that really mean that it’s something to die for?

Your emotions swelled, causing a fevered feeling in your stomach.

What would Wanderer do if you died?

You flinch as you ask yourself that repulsive question, immediately beginning to cough. Hastily, you bring an arm up to cover your mouth. Ragged breaths leave your mouth as you cough up a few petals, a bitter taste on your tongue despite its sweet appearance.

Although you were alone in a secluded space, you don’t want to disturb anybody else. Covering your mouth, you let out a few little coughs before regaining your composure and cleaning up the sickeningly beautiful flower petals.

Your fingers carefully turn the page, hoping for more information, but there was nothing. Unfortunately, it seems like the disease didn’t have as much research done.

With lots of heavy feelings on your shoulders, you close the book. An uneasy sensation swirled in your stomach knowing you had a big choice ahead of you— a choice of life or death.

As you put the book away, you realize you got a bit too busy with your findings to acknowledge your body’s needs. Your eyes are tired after being glued to the book for so long, and your stomach feels empty. It was time to get food.

It was as if an aura of misery surrounded you as you walked through Sumeru City. It was only evening, and the sky was painted with orange hues, but the feelings towering over you made the air around you feel gloomy.

And yet, you try to think positively. Wanderer and the traveller aren’t completely official… so you might still have a chance! If you could just be a bit more charming— do a bit more, maybe there was a small possibility that he could think of you more fondly?

…

You plague yourself with these unconvincing thoughts, squeezing out all the hope you have left.

After all, you only had two other options that wouldn’t even suffice.

A familiar scent grabs your attention as you’re walking— a delicious aroma surrounding you. Your eyes find the same restaurant you considered stopping at earlier, a reminder of your mission for food.

Languidly, your legs drag on as you enter.

“Hello, there! What’ll you be having today?” The tavern owner, Lambad exclaims. His voice is warm and friendly.

The environment helps you relax— the energy is cozy and comfortable, soothing as you think about what to get as you sit down. “Hmm…” Your eyes scan the menu, looking for something easy to eat while staying within your budget. “I’ll just have a shawarma wrap.”

With a nod, Lambad leaves to begin preparing your food. You relax into your chair, finally being able to decompress in the flavourful aromatic atmosphere. You’ve always enjoyed eating here, because not only did they serve amazing food, but the tavern itself was like a cozy, inviting home space.

However, it did feel a bit lonely. You notice these odd feelings of isolation once you listen in on others conversations— academics, gossip, small talk, the usual. Normally, you would also be here with at least one other friend, happily chatting it up. Occasionally, even with Wanderer. But right now, you were filled with bittersweet feelings of lonesome comfort. Bittersweet because he wasn’t here with you, and comfort because it’d also be painful to have him near.

Lost in your thoughts, you ease into your surroundings, until you hear a particular jingle in the air.

It’s an immediately recognizable sound which makes you sit upright. Turning your eyes to the restaurant’s entryway, you see just what you suspected. The perfect, breathtaking Wanderer, alongside an equally as desirable blonde traveler. He holds the door open for Lumine, trailing her as he walks in before taking her side.

It’s a small action, and yet it has an effect. Such simple mannerisms make you reflect– has he ever held a door open for you? Follow you like he follows her? No, it’s the little things that are different. Different because of his love for Lumine.

You’ve always been taking the lead, so he hasn’t had to go out of his way for you at all. In that way, he has been following you, but not like he follows her.

When the Wanderer accompanies you, he’s focused on anything else in front of him– the area’s surroundings, any enemies, or events. It’s not at all like the way his eyes follow Lumine’s presence. Or how he tries to hide his enamoured gaze. How he goes along with her no matter the occasion, compared to mostly hanging around you because he was asked to.

Such a simple sight was enough to make your stomach swirl. You quietly get up, forgetting about your food as a bad feeling of turmoil begins churning. The two don’t even notice as you scurry past them– too involved with each other to concern themselves with the busy atmosphere.

The late evening’s cold air hits your face as you hastily run out the door. It’s refreshing. It’s the perfect renewal of fresh air after feeling so suddenly alert. Another sigh leaves you feeling breathless as you begin walking through Sumeru City’s uncommonly calm streets.

Aside from the occasional hum of vendors or laughter from children staying out too late, you’re once again left with your thoughts. Love was consuming you badly, destroying you as it whirled around your insides– literally.

A nauseous feeling circulated from your head towards your stomach, making the environment spin.

Not wanting to make a displeasing scene in the middle of the city, you make your way out of civilization, retreating to the forest. As if your body had a cue, flowers began expelling out of your stomach through your mouth.

Everything feels dizzy— you can’t tell if that little squelching sound is you or the greenery you’re destroying as you grip the ground beneath for support.

It feels gross. A sharp taste burns on the back of your throat while bittersweet petals continue passing up.

The rush advances quickly, leaving you breathless and panting on the ground. You crouch over the ground, barely able to hold yourself up.

The exhaustion is too much, making you simply lay on your back, having only the day’s late stars to comfort you. A rustle of wind passes, which makes you feel a bit better. Still, the remaining unsatisfactory taste and burning in your throat doesn’t ease up much.

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i’m sorryuuyyyyy.,, i seriously don’t know where to go with this and i’m lwk tired of it cuz i wanna write some fluff :’D

so kind of an open ending but i’m also up to writing any suggestions!!

#scaramouche x reader #scara x you #wanderer x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #angst #genshin fanfic #hanahaki #wanderer x you #scaramouche fanfic #6thscara

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lillaydee · 2 days ago

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I'm Right Here Part 10

BFF!Joel Miller / F Reader

Sometimes the person we've been looking for has been right there all along.

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WARNINGS: BFF Joel Miller, Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Angst, Love Triangles, Miscommunication, Past Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel is a Clueless Idiot, Jealousy, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced/Supposed Sexual Assault, SEXUAL ASSAULT, SELF HARM, Joel has PTSD

SERIES MASTER LIST

Part 9

Joel pushed the door to your room softly, playfully saying ‘knock-knock’ when he saw his wife look up from her phone. He walked over to her, greeting her with a peck on the cheek, asking her how you were doing.

“Still asleep. She did wake up in recovery, apparently, but fell asleep again. They told me to call someone when she does. She might be in a bit of pain for a while, they said. But she should be okay.”

Joel placed the paper bag he was carrying on the table next to the couch, taking the ice pack he had brought with him out. He went over to the minibar and placed it in the little freezer.

“For her shoulder when she wakes up. She needs to ice it,” he told Annie.

“You know a lot about shoulder injuries,” she teased.

“Been around long enough to see it happen. Eddie used to keep one in the freezer just for her, even when she hadn’t been back in years. Had to throw one away from freezer burn once.”

Annie gave a refrained laugh, worried that she might wake you. She got up from her seat next to your bed and joined him on the couch. He got the sandwich he had brought for her out of the bag and passed it to her.

“So,” she began, taking a bite out of the sandwich, “This is the infamous Daze.”

Joel nodded slowly, his lips pursed into a pout. You hadn’t changed much, he thought. Your hair was different, but other than that, you were basically the same person he saw at the airport all those years ago.

“She’s much prettier up front. Taller than I thought she would be.”

Joel nodded again, a bit lost for words, not really knowing how to answer.

“You know,” Annie continued, “I’ve always been a bit jealous of her. Everyone loves her, she sounded perfect. Made me feel inadequate, to be honest, but that was okay since she wasn’t around. Well, she is now, and the first time I met her, she was in the ER, injured from saving my daughter’s life. As far as I’m concerned she’s literally an angel. I might hate her now,” she quipped, smiling at Joel.

He turned to meet her eyes, his face riddled with guilt.

“Annie…”

She patted his knee, shaking her head, telling him “I’m just kidding,” she assured him. “She seems lovely. And she’s here. She’s back.”

“Annie…”

Their conversation was interrupted by a quiet moan from you. Annie quickly passed the sandwich back to Joel, going over to you. You were groggy to say the least. Annie pushed the call button, gently placing her hand on your shoulder when you tried to get up.

“No Daze, you should lie back down. Your shoulder, honey. Stitches.”

You sort of froze for a bit, looking around the room, confused as fuck.

“You were in an accident, remember? You just had surgery. You are in the hospital,” she gently told you, her hand still on your good shoulder, trying to prevent you from getting up again.

Recognition and recall came to your eyes, and you slumped back into the pillow, your body relaxing. A nurse came in, checking your vitals. A doctor came in after, asking you some questions, smiling at your loopy answers.

“How’s your pain Miss Stevens?” he asked.

“Oh, my pain is amazing. Fire.”

He gave you a small laugh, telling the nurse to administer some pain meds to manage your pain. He turned to Annie and Joel, reminding them to keep your shoulder rested on the pillow for a while longer before leaving.

Annie quickly went to your bad shoulder as soon as they left, making sure the pillow propped behind you was fluffed up and comfy for you. When she tried to give you some water, you shrunk back as if she had just materialized out of thin air in front of you. You stopped when she held the straw to your lips, opening your mouth just enough for her to insert the straw in, taking sips of water, all the while eyeing her. You stopped taking sips at one point, but bit into the straw when she tried to pull the cup away from you. You continued drinking after a few beats, eyes unblinking, just staring at her, memory searching for recognition. You finally stopped drinking when the glass emptied. Annie filled it up and offered it back to you. This time, you looked at the cup warily before looking at her, suspicion in your eyes.

“Who are you? Why are you making me drink? Are you trying to poison me?”

She laughed. “You just drank a whole cup, and now you are asking if I’m trying to poison you?”

“I did?”

“Yeah, honey, you did.”

“Why are you calling me honey? Do I know you?”

“Hmm… technically no, but we’ve met. I’m Annie, remember? Sarah’s Mom? Joel’s wife?”

Your eyebrows scrunched. “Joel?”

“Yeah, Joel. Your childhood friend?”

Your bottom lip jutted out and you shrugged, before hissing in pain.

“No, honey, don’t move your shoulder yet,” Annie cooed, fixing your pillow again.

Joel sat up upon hearing your painful gasp. You turned your head towards him, as if only clocking his presence just then. Your eyes met his. He froze.

“Hey,” you whispered too Annie, far too loudly, tilting your head her way, eyes still on Joel, making Annie choke down a laugh. “Can you see him?” you asked, surreptitiously pointing at him with your head.

Annie played along, discreetly glancing at Joel from her seat before nodding at you.

“Who’s that?” you asked, looking conspiratorial, as if he wouldn’t be able to hear you. “He looks familiar.”

“Yeah?” she asked, “Where do you think you know him from?”

You appeared to be thinking hard, seemingly failing at any form of recollection. The nurse from before came back in, a syringe in her hand, emptying it into your cannula.

Your body relaxed immediately, but you were fighting to stay awake, eyes still on Joel.

“He looks like that guy…” you managed to mumble.

“What guy?”

“The guy who liked me and then didn’t. He was mean to me. He hurt me with his words.”

Annie’s heart sank. She turned to look at her husband, whose face was now the definition of heartbreak.

“Maybe he will make up for his words now,” she coaxed, taking your hand in hers, squeezing it a little. You squeezed back.

You blinked at her, slow, deliberate, drugged. Your next words came out slurred, drawn out.

“Nah. He’ll yell at me again. And then he’ll leave. Or he’ll make me leave.”

“Maybe he’s changed. Maybe he’ll come after you this time,” she tried again, her heart clenching at how heartbroken you seemed, despite your high.

You took a slow, deep, dragging breath. “No he won’t. He never did. I waited. He didn’t come after me. He never will.”

Annie was still struggling with what to say next when your eyes closed, your breathing relaxed, your grasp on her hand softened.

By the time Annie turned to look at Joel, he was gone, the door slowly closing behind him.

You woke up the next morning to whispering people. Olivia silently shrieked when she saw you were awake, coming over to give you a light hug. Eric and Benny kissed you on the forehead, all three somehow finding a place to sit on one side of your bed without overwhelming you. Will walked in a bit later with breakfast for everyone. Aunt Tina, Anita and Jake arrived just as your breakfast was brought to you. Breakfast was a merry event, so much laughter and joy shared, the nurse had to pop her head in a few times to get everyone to be a bit quiet. It was the hospital after all.

“Sorry we couldn’t visit yesterday babe,” Eric said. “But Annie said you were asleep anyway, and we thought we should let you rest.”

“I did drop by with Annie at first, but I had to go back to work. By the time I got off Annie said you were down for the day, they gave you something for the pain,” Olivia added.

“It’s okay guys. I’m fine. The nurses’ station is right outside my door.”

“Annie kept us updated though. Apparently you woke up for a few minutes but went back to sleep.”

“So… Annie was here?” you asked.

Everyone looked at each other awkwardly. “Uh… yeah,” Will said, “Are you okay with that? She was the only one available.”

“No, of course it’s okay.”

“Honey, we wanted to tell you about her and Sarah. But…” Anita began.

“No, it’s okay, I never wanted to know.”

The room was quiet again. You ate your pancake, quite aware of the eyes that were boring on you.

“You can ask, babe, we’ll answer,” Eric finally said.

“Sarah…”

“She’s Joel and Annie’s, not Jen’s,” Aunt Tina quickly answered.

You nodded. You didn’t quite know how to respond to that.

“What happened to Jen’s baby?”

“I think we should let Joel answer that, sweetie,” Anita said. “It’s better that way.”

You nodded, biting into another piece of pancake.

Anita got up from her seat and sat next to you on the bed. She placed her hand on your knee.

“Sweetie, are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“She’s a wonderful woman, Daisy, she helped him out a lot. She’s the reason he hasn’t gone off the rails,” Anita continued.

You nodded, swallowing your pancake with an audible gulp. “I’m sure she is. She seems nice. And Sarah seems like a wonderful girl.”

“She’s the light of our lives,” Anita told you, smiling, patting your knee once more before getting up and going back to her seat.

The door opened again, and Annie and Sarah popped their heads in. The silence roared back into a buzz of activities.

Annie came to your bedside, asking you if you remember who she was.

“Annie, right? Joel’s wife?” you asked, trying to keep the bitter bile you were tasting as you said those words from surfacing.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she said, “I take it the drugs have gone out of your system now?” she asked, smiling cheekily at you.

Your eyes widened. “Why? What happened? Oh God did I make an absolute fool of myself? Shoot, tell me you don’t have me on your phone saying stupid things,” you begged.

She laughed, patting her purse, “Oh, I just might. I’m gonna save it for when I really need a big favour from you though.”

You smiled. Great. She’s funny. And friendly. And pretty. And sweet. And married to Joel. And the family loved her. And she gave them all Sarah. Wonderful.

Just excellent.

“Listen,” she said, sitting down next to your bed. “I just wanted to thank you again, for saving Sarah. That girl is my life, Joel’s life. I don’t know how we could’ve survived if you didn’t…” she had to stop talking, choking a little, trying to hold back tears. “So… thank you. As far as I’m concerned, you are my hero, I owe you a life, and if you ever need anything… just ask.”

You just smiled. You didn’t know what to say, so you patted her hand awkwardly with your good hand reaching across your body.

“Auntie Daze?” a sweet voice called out to you. Your turned around to see Sarah standing on the other side of your bed, a cuddly-looking stuffed lamb in her hand. “I got this for you. It doesn’t make up for anything, but I want to say thank you again for saving me.”

“Oh,” you took it from her hand, “It’s lovely Sarah. Thank you. And please stop thanking me. I did what anyone would’ve done. I’m glad you’re okay. How’s your wrist?”

She lifted her wrapped hand slightly, telling you it hurt just a little bit, but she’ll live, thanks to you.

The door opened again, and Joel came in. The room went deadly quiet. Joel shuffled on his feet awkwardly for a few seconds before relaxing when Annie got up to take the paper bags full of breakfast he was holding off his hands, calling for Sarah to come have her breakfast.

“Can I have the last doughnut?” Benny piped up, making everyone roll their eyes. “Sorry,” Benny whispered to Eric. “The silence was awkward as fuck, okay?”

You busied yourself looking at the stuffed lamb Sarah brought you, smiling a little when you saw that it had a ribbon around it’s neck, ‘Eddie’ written in Sharpie on it.

Your stomach rumbled. Benny stopped bringing the last doughnut to his mouth, looking at you with his mouth open. “Fuck Daze, was that your stomach?”

You covered your face with your good hand, “Sorry! I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday! I guess I’m still a bit hungry,” you sheepishly said.

Benny looked at the doughnut in his hand, “You want the doughnut? I’ll go get you something from the café,” he offered.

Joel got up, taking one of the bags he brought with him to your bed. He placed a breakfast burrito and an orange juice on your tray, crumpling the bag.

“No, you have it, I’m okay. I can ask for more food,” you said, not looking at him.

“Eat, Daze. I got it for you,” he picked up the burrito and unwrapped it, handing it to you. He unscrewed the orange juice bottle and placed it back on your tray before going back to eat his breakfast with his family, Annie smiling warmly at you as her husband took his place next to her.

You placed the burrito back on the tray, biting your lips, trying hard not to let anyone see them tremble. You laughed at some joke Jake made, quipping something back just to stop yourself from tearing up. For some reason, you couldn’t eat his offering. You couldn’t look at the burrito, you couldn’t look at him. But you could feel his eyes on you.

Benny sat next to you and began feeding you the doughnut bit by bit, making dumb jokes until you laughed.

You loved seeing them all again. It felt right. You’ve missed this, spending time with all of them. They were the closest thing you had to a family. And you couldn’t blame them for not telling you about Annie and Sarah. You deliberately changed the subject every time they tried. You didn’t want to know. You were trying to move on. Hard. It’s been 15 years, and you really thought you had succeeded. But seeing him again, happily married to an obviously nice and beloved woman, one who was responsible for pulling him back from the abyss he was facing then at that, it hit you like a fucking brick in the face.

You left. You had to keep reminding yourself that. You left. You deliberately asked for an overseas assignment so that you could get away from him. You wanted to move on, make a life for yourself, one where no one was accusing you of possibly assaulting them and leaving you alone after begging you to stay. You were lost yourself, losing Eddie literally meant you were all alone. You remembered thinking to yourself – you were alone, might as well be alone. Really alone.

And now, what was it that you have, really? A great job, a great condo, great friends, and quite a few broken hearts. And the man who drove you to dump everything and leave? He’s married. Happy. With his Annie. And his Sarah.

It’s okay, you coaxed yourself. It’s only a few weeks. You’ll go back home soon. And once you got out of here, you’ll be busy sorting your aunt’s house, so that’ll take your mind off the Joel and the Annie and the Sarah. And then you could leave and go back to your lonesome life. It’s sad, to think of the loneliness that await, but at least you wouldn’t have to watch him play happy family with someone else.

It's stupid really. You chose to leave. You don’t get to boo-hoo that he moved on. Lay on the bed you made.

“Knock-knock!” a playful voice chirped as the door to your room opened. A huge bouquet of daisies made it’s way into your room, followed by Mike, looking slightly taken aback by the amount of people in the room.

“Mr Parks!” Sarah cheered. “Everyone, this is my art teacher, Mr. Parks. He brought me and Auntie Daze to the ER yesterday.”

Everyone got on their feet, except for Joel, Sarah and Annie – they’d met before. Anita and Aunt Tina gave him a hug, thanking him for taking you and their granddaughter to the ER. The poor man got overwhelmed, looking flustered at all the attention. He finally broke free from everyone, coming to your bedside, placing the huge bouquet of flowers by your bed.

“Sorry if it’s cheesy,” he said, scratching his head a little bit, “But your name is Daisy, and when I got to the florist all I could think of was to get you daisies. A bit of lazy thinking on my part.”

“It’s okay, I do love them, because of my name. So, hi Cheesy, I’m Cheesier.”

He laughed, sitting on the chair next to your bed. “How are you doing? They operated?”

You nodded.

“Does it still hurt? Do you need anything?”

“She needs ice packs for the swelling, Joel brought her one. It’s in the freezer,” Will quipped, going to the freezer to take it, handing it to Mike. “About 20 minutes every hour until the swelling is gone, or if it starts to hurt again,” he told him. He nodded.

It was then that you noticed how quiet the room had gotten. The whole room was just staring at you and Mike as he gently placed the ice pack on your shoulder, timing 20 minutes onto his phone.

“Well,” Eric said, picking up the bag that contained his and Benny’s breakfast, now filled with trash, “We should leave them to it. I’ll be back at dinnertime babe, you want anything?” he asked, breaking the others’ stupor. Everyone started cleaning up after themselves, getting ready to leave. Sarah came to hug you goodbye, waving goodbye to Mike, telling him she would see him Monday. She looked at you and Mike together for a while, a strange look on her face, before snapping out of it and leaving.

They all kissed you goodbye, save for Joel, Olivia telling you she would be back with extra lunch for you. Annie came to say goodbye, the same strange look on her face as she looked at you and Mike, before smiling sweetly at you and saying goodbye again. Joel stood by the door, the only one who did not come over to say goodbye to you. He stayed rooted where he was for a few seconds, looking at you and Mike, before nodding at you, giving you a sad smile, finally closing the door behind him as he left.

Mike stayed for quite a while, talking about nothing in particular. It was nice, talking to him. You asked him about his job, his family, and he in return asked about yours. It was just… easy. He even joked about your rumbling stomach, practically feeding you the burrito so you wouldn’t go hungry until noon. He bought you a selection of vending machine snacks, “Gotta make sure that tummy of yours stay full until your friend gets back here with lunch, I have a feeling you could get… uhm… challenging… if hangry,” he teased, placing the alarming assortment of chips and pretzels onto your lap, earning him a smack on the arm from you.

The two of you ended up hanging out, watching half a season of some National Geographic thing on TV together, his socked feet by your legs on your bed, half the snacks gone by the time you were done.

The door to your room opened, and Olivia walked in. She was failing miserably at hiding a smile off her face to see Mike still there, all comfortable next to you, feeding you pretzel sticks. “Oh, sorry!” she said, not looking sorry at all. She placed the bag of take out she had brought on the coffee table, “I’ll come back? Give you two some privacy?”

Mike looked at his watch, “Shit, is it noon already?” he flustered, looking embarrassed to have spent such a long time with you. “Sorry, I got carried away. You’re supposed to be resting,” he said, getting up.

“I don’t mind, you’re good company,” you quickly said, trying to sit up. He immediately helped you, propping the support pillow back in its place after plumping it a bit for you.

“Uhm, listen, do you mind if I come back tomorrow? We could watch the rest of that show?” he asked, his cheeks reddening a little.

For the first time in a long time, you could feel your face get hot. “Yeah, I’d really like that,” you nodded, giving him your phone for him to key in his number. He called his own phone from yours, asking if it’s okay to text you later today? You should be ashamed of how fast you said yes, your heart doubling in size at how happy he looked to hear your answer.

He put his jacket back on, “Well, ‘til then?” he asked. “Til then,” you nodded. He turned to look at Olivia, who suddenly seemed very interested at the painting of a cat on the wall behind the couch, before quickly bending down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. He said goodbye to Olivia, who said goodbye back, an overly drawn and flirty one at that, complete with hair tossing and exaggerated head tilt.

You pretended to be studying the TV remote control when she turned to look back at you, her mouth hanging open in an excited smile. “Are you serious? He is so hot!”

“You’re married,” you reminded her, throwing an empty pack of pretzel sticks at her.

“You are not. Girl, get him!”

“I’m leaving in a few weeks.”

“So? Plans can change! Or, if not, at least you wouldn’t be lonely the next few weeks!”

You rolled your eyes as she plopped herself on the seat next to your bed, assuming Mike’s sitting position before interrogating you about the man for the next half an hour.

You fell asleep after Olivia left, waking up just as they sent you your evening tea. You went to the bathroom and took a long, wipe down shower, getting yourself as clean and fresh as you could after the whole travesty that was yesterday. Took you a while to clean your hair, chastising yourself for not thinking of it when Olivia was still around. After what felt like hours, you walked back into your room, feeling much more refreshed, albeit maybe regretting the hair wash as your shoulder was starting to hurt again. You got the ice pack out of the freezer, wanting to ice your shoulder again, when someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” you called out distractedly, walking back to your bed. The door opened, a familiar looking lady standing just outside the door, hesitating to come in.

“Daisy,” she gently called out your name.

You turned around, your entire body going ice cold upon realizing who it was, and not from the ice pack.

“Jen.”

Part 11

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bitchinbarzal · 19 hours ago

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If You Were Mine | M Barzal

inspired by “if you were mine” by Morgan Wallen

The bar is dark, glowing with soft neon and a flickering Coors Light sign that hums like a second heartbeat. You’re sitting too close to him on purpose, drink in hand, eyes trained on the glass instead of the man beside you.

Mat leans in, just enough for his shoulder to brush yours. You don’t move. Neither does he.

“You good?” he asks, voice soft like it’s just for you.

You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah. Just tired.”

It’s a lie. You’re not tired. You’re wired. Buzzing from the way he looks at you under the dim lights. Buzzing from the heat that coils low in your stomach every time he calls you by name. Buzzing because you know exactly what you’re doing here—and so does he.

You’ve both been playing this game for months. Friends. Flirty. Late-night texts that toe the line and then some. But there’s always been a reason not to. A boyfriend. A past. A well-practiced avoidance of the moment things might tip over the edge.

Tonight feels different.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you murmur.

He doesn’t flinch. Just tilts his head to look at you. His eyes are so brown they’re almost gold under the bar lights, warm and dangerous.

“But you are.”

You glance at him, your voice quieter now. “You know I’ve got someone.”

He nods once. “I know.”

“And you’re still looking at me like that.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I am.”

Your breath hitches. The song playing overhead is something twangy and slow—one of those aching country tracks about things that aren’t meant to last but burn all the same.

“I shouldn’t want this,” you whisper.

Mat leans closer, his voice low and steady. “I know. But I do.”

He pauses, then adds, softer still, “You don’t gotta hide your phone. I know there’s someone else. But if I ever got you alone—just so you know—I’d treat you like you’ve never been touched before.”

Your heart punches your ribs.

“Mat…”

“I’d lay you down slow,” he continues, like he’s trying to ruin you. “Take my time. Wouldn’t rush a thing. I’d get lost in you. In those ocean eyes.”

You don’t answer. Can’t. You’re too busy trying not to fall into everything he’s saying.

“I know it’s wrong,” he says. “But I don’t regret feeling it.”

You turn to him fully now. The air between you is thick, barely breathing.

“What would you do,” you ask, voice trembling, “if I was yours?”

He doesn’t hesitate.

“I’d make sure you never had to guess how much I wanted you. I’d touch every part of you like I’d dreamed about it for years—because I have. I’d love you so good, you’d forget why you ever settled for less.”

You close your eyes. “Mat…”

“I’d be yours,” he says, like a confession. “In another life, maybe. But if this is all we get—this night, this bar, this almost—then let me have it. Just for a second.”

Your hand finds his under the table. You lace your fingers with his. And for a moment, the world falls away.

Because you don’t let go.

Not when the drinks run out.

Not when your phone buzzes with a name you can’t look at right now.

Not when Mat leans in and whispers, “Come with me.”

You go.

The city outside the bar is cold and loud, but inside the cab it’s just silence and heat—his thigh pressed against yours, his hand still wrapped around your fingers like he doesn’t want to give them back. You both know this is the line. You both know you’re crossing it.

You don’t care. Not tonight.

When the door to his place clicks shut behind you, he doesn’t touch you right away.

He just looks at you like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind.

“You can still go,” he says, voice rough. “I won’t stop you.”

You step closer.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And then his mouth is on yours.

It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s starved. Like he’s been holding back for so long that the dam finally broke and there’s no fixing it. You kiss him like you’ve been waiting months to do it. Because you have.

His hands find your face first. Then your waist. Then your hips like he’s learning you on instinct.

When he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his body like muscle memory, and he carries you to his bedroom like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do.

There’s no rush. No clothes ripped. No sharp, messy chaos.

He lays you down like he said he would. Takes his time like he promised he would. His eyes never leave yours.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, hands trailing reverently down your ribs. “You don’t even know.”

And when it’s over—when you’re tangled up in his sheets, his arms wrapped around you and your breath still catching in your throat—he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder and whispers:

“This is what it’d be like. If you were mine.”

You don’t say anything.

Because you already are.

Months later, you’re at a game. Wearing his jersey. No more secrets. No more late-night almosts. He sees you in the crowd after a win, and the look on his face says everything.

Later, back in that same apartment, he pulls you into his lap and murmurs against your neck, “You were always mine. Even when I couldn’t say it.”

You smile, twisting your fingers into his shirt. “You didn’t have to. I already knew.”

And he kisses you like he’s never going to stop proving it.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 hours ago

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butterflygirl738 (7)

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

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“You were right about the mac and cheese,” you say as you wipe your mouth with a napkin.

S glances over with a smile. “You liked it?”

“Sure do,” you tap the side of the plate. “But it’s too much for me. I could save the rest.”

“Sure,” he gets up and crosses the room. He moves the cover back over your dish.

“Oh, thank,” you say as you set the used napkin on the tray. You quickly catch a yawn in your hands. “Oof, I’m sorry. Woke up early for the doctor.” You rub your eyes and blink at him. “I’m not very fun company, am I?”

“You’re... calming,” he says. “All the people I deal with... they’re always performing.” He tilts his head and gives a sardonic look. “It’s been nice to get away.”

“Must be. Even to somewhere like here,” you swallow another yawn, blinking big until your eyes water. You flick away the moisture.

“You made it worth it,” he lingers close. “If you’re tired, lay down. I don’t mind.”

“That’s not fair,” you try not to show how tempting the offer is. “Coming over just to knock out.”

“Go ahead. I’ve barely used the bed,” he points to the open French doors that lead to the bedroom. “I tend to sleep in intervals.” He clucks. “Buddy calls it strategic napping.”

“Can’t be very restful,” you say.

“Guess not but sometimes I don’t have eight hours to spare,” he taps his toe. “Please, go lay down. You look beat.”

You give a sheepish smile. Why does he care so much? Another thorn digs in.

“S?”

“You been caring for your mom. Let me care for you,” he puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes. He slowly draws away.

You look down, “twist my arm.” You stand up slowly. “Don’t let me sleep too long. Just an hour or two.”

“Alright,” he agrees. “I’ll get some work done.”

You hesitantly move around him. It’s awkward. It’s just another thing you’re taking from him. His bed, his time... Won’t he get tired of that sooner than later?

You stop and turn back to him.

“S?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he glances at his phone, his eyes crinkling at what he reads.

“Can I... give you a hug?”

He puts his phone on the table and faces you. “You don’t gotta ask.”

He opens his arms. You slowly unfold yours and step closer. It felt like a good idea but now it’s a bit... tense. You wrap your arms around him and he closes you in his. You shiver at the warmth seeping from him into you.

“Thank you,” you press your cheek to his chest. “Really, I can’t say it enough.”

He keeps one arm firmly hooked around you as his other hand rubs your back. The soothing motion makes your skin prickle. He squeezes.

“No problem, sweetie.” He rocks you slightly.

You stay like that, too embarrassed and too afraid to break too soon.

“Alright, I think... I might fall asleep on my feet,” you ease from his hold and his hands brush along the robe as he pulls back.

“Yeah, go, sleep,” he pivots away. “I gotta answer this before he sends another damn email.”

He snatches up his phone and turns away. He mutters under his breath. You back up and watch how his shirt tautens across his shoulders. You spin and tiptoe into the bedroom.

You can worry when you wake up. Right now, you’re just too tired to keep track of all your doubts.

🦋

You wake with a start. You’re on your stomach, arm beneath the pillow you have your face buried in. Your head is cloudy as you lift it and your lashes stick together before you can pry them apart. You roll over and the sight of the dark window sends you into a panic.

You kick away the blankets and scramble out of bed. You hurry to the doors, the left one left open just a crack, and you pull it open. S sits at the table, a pair of glasses on as he has a laptop open. You have no time to process the seen as you scurry out.

“S, it’s late,” you cheep. “Why did you let me sleep so long?”

He calmly looks up and smooths the creases from his forehead. He pushes his shoulders wide and takes of his glasses. He puts them beside the keyboard of the table.

“I tried to wake you up,” he says. “You were so tired. I could get you to do more than roll over...”

His voice trails off as his eyes fall down. You follow his gaze. Shoot. The robe hangs open, exposing your naked legs. You quickly pull it around you, hot from your accusation and accidental flash.

“Um, I’m sorry to... I didn’t... I...” You sputter.

“You slept heavy. Probably a bit disorienting waking up here. You’re not used to it,” he shrugs. “I really did try but... seems like you needed the sleep.”

“Right, I... it was nice but...”

“You can call your mom. Let her know maybe you got backed up at your new job?” He suggests coolly. He’s a fast thinker. You’re a terrible liar. The type that adds too much detail when a simple explanation will do.

“Sure, I can let her know I’m gonna be home soon.” You agree and look around.

You find your phone on the arm of the sofa. You don’t remember leaving it there but you can’t really remember when you last had it. You take it and head for the bedroom.

“You can always stay. It’s pretty late.”

“What would I tell her? I’m working overnight?”

“You’re an adult, aren’t you?” He challenges.

You flinch.

“Sure, but... no, I should go home. She needs me.”

“Uh huh,” he picks his glasses back up and exhales. “Well, now she’s not the only one that does.”

You blink as your brow crinkles. You turn away before he can catch you chagrined expression. You go into the bedroom and lean on the bed as you dial out.

Your mom doesn’t pick up. You sniff as the tone for the voicemail beeps. “Hey mom, sorry I didn’t message sooner. I got tied up. Anyway, I’ll be home soon...love you.”

You hang up and drop your arm. You stare at the window. You don’t remember anything, not even your dreams. Not even him trying to get you up. You’re embarrassed to hink about that.

You go back out.

“Um, I’ll need my pants,” you say sheepishly.

“Hung them up in the bathroom,” he says without looking away from the computer. His posture is tense.

“Look, I’m sorry if... i wasn’t meaning to accuse you--”

“I’ve been really honest with you,” he says. “I’d say extremely. Not a lot of people would be so transparent. You know, a guy like me, he’s supposed to have an easy life. Well, it’s not.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, I just wish you would trust me.”

You stand in static silence. The guilt ripples over you. Not only has he been honest, he’s been so generous. You think of today and how he so easily promised all of that money. Even after when you showed him the pamphlet, showed him how tedious it would all be. He said yes.

“I will. I do,” you say at last. “Um, one sec.”

You cross the room to the bathroom and dip inside. You open the robe and hang it and pull on your pants. You can still feel the residue of rain in them. Oh well.

You come back out. “I can call a cab. You seem busy.”

“I’ll drive,” he assures you as he closes the laptop. “Told you, I’m taking care of you. Of everything.”

“I know. Thank you so much.” You clasp your hands together. “Really, S, I can’t say it enough.”

He slides his glasses off again and stands up. He puts them in the case behind the computer and snaps it shut. He stretches his arms over him.

“Come back tomorrow,” he says. “I made us some reservations.”

“Reservations?” You repeat. “Well, S, I... I’ve been calling in and... if I keep doing that--”

“Quit.” He looks agitated. “You don’t need those jobs. That’s the deal. I’m gonna cover everything.”

You nod as your stomach stirs. “Oh.”

“Oh?” His mouth slants. “It’s what we’ve been talking about. You working all the time, well, I got a lot going on. We’d never get to see each other and I mean, I’ve already missed a lot too.”

You chew your lip. “I’m sorry. I misunderstood.”

“It’s new. For both of us. I get it,” he softens his tone and comes closer. “You’re so used to working and doing everything, it’s hard to let go. I’m the same way.”

“Yeah...” you murmur. “I’m really sorry if I upset you, S."

“You didn’t,” he assures you as he reaches to caress your arm. “You can’t. I just... I get in work mode and the boss face comes out.” He chuckles and slips his hand across your back and angles you toward the door, “let’s get you home. I promise, I’ll try to get more than just a few hours before tomorrow.”

🦋

You watch the streetlights pass, the glare tinging your eyes, tweaking the fatigue still nestled behind them. You yawn as the car whirs softly. It’s almost peaceful in the empty streets.

S drives smoothly through the town. He knows it better now. He keeps to the speed limit, taking his time. Or maybe he’s just tired.

He rolls up to your building and shifts into park. He sighs. “I’ll miss you.”

You look at him, “really? I feel like I kind of overstayed my welcome.”

“Trust me, you can’t,” he puts his hand on the back of your seat as he twists in his. “You not having fun?”

“No, of course, it’s just new and... I guess I’m not used to it yet. The... trying not to worry part. My mom is still...” you shake your head. “I’m going to stop that.” You look at him. “S, thank you. Really. I did have a good day even if I slept for most of it.”

“You needed that,” he says as his hand slips onto your shoulder. “You, more than anyone, has every right to be tired.” His thumb rubs you. “Sweetheart, we’re just adjusting to each other and that’s fine.”

“Sure,” you flutter your fingers in your lap. “Right, just... gotta be patient.”

“Yeah, patient,” his hand inches closer to your neck. “Sweetheart... can I ask you something?”

“Okay,” you try not to focus on his touch but your skin is all speckly from it.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Your lips part slightly. You close them quickly. You’re surprised but you shouldn’t be. Deep down, you know it’s inevitable. Despite what he says, you have that gnawing certainty in your head. You can’t just keep taking. And it’s going to be more than just a kiss, isn’t it?

Right now, you can do a kiss.

“Um,” your cheeks tauten and burn. “S-sure. I can--”

“Only if you really want to,” he pets your neck with his knuckles. “But I can tell you I really, really want to.”

You take a breath and undo your seat belt. You’re slow and deliberate in your movement as you angle around in the chair. His hand opens and cradles your jaw, fingers framing your ear. He leans in and you meet him across the space between your sets.

Your lips meat and his heat floods into you. His fingers curl against your head and he hums. His tongue pokes out gently and you resist. Your chest is somersaulting.

You part and sit back in the chair. You put your hand to your chest. “I’m sorry, it’s just—been a while.” You look down and cover your mouth. You drop your hand. “Was that... okay?”

“It was... great,” he rasps. “And uh, been a while for me too.”

“Really?” You glance at him, face alight with self-consciousness.

“Oh, sure. Like I said... haven’t been out on the dating scene much. When I’ve tried, well, It’s just not... genuine, you know?” He clucks and pokes his tongue into his cheek. He smiles and looks you in the eye. “That was perfect. I’ll be thinking about it all night.”

“You will?”

“Of course,” he winks. “What about you?”

Your cheeks pinch and you smile. It’s been a long time since you felt anything but anxiety and doom. That was something else. You can’t quite explain what. It just wasn’t as scary as you thought. You need one thing that isn’t utterly terrifying.

“Yeah, I think...” you look away. “It’s... it was nice.”

“Good,” he drags his hand down your arm. “Well, have a good night.”

“You too,” you grab your purse and pull on the door handle. “Oh, what time tomorrow?”

“Let me know, sweetie, I don’t need you til noon,” he answers.

“Cool, um, bye.”

You get out and walk towards the yellow light above the building entrance. You stop to look back. He’s still there. You’re glad. You hate being out this late.

You enter the apartment quietly. The front room light is on. You put your stuff down and sanitize your hands. You find your mother on the couch, sleeping as she hugs a pillow.

You hope she wasn’t waiting up for you. All that fuzziness fades. The dull weight settles back into your chest.

You tiptoe around, careful not to wake her. You know she doesn’t get as much sleep as she should. You retreat to your room and flick on the light.

You plug in your phone as the battery flashes. As you pull off your shirt, you hear something. A soft whisper. You go to the hamper and peer through the mesh. The butterflies. Two of them have hatches and they’re happily fluttering around inside.

You smile. A real smile. They’re so beautiful. Black, red, and white. And they’re alive. It was taking so long, you thought they wouldn’t break free.

You’ll have to find some fruit in the fridge to leave in there for them until you can release them. First, you’re going to take a photo. Everyone will be so excited to see.

You get a good shot through the top before they try to escape. You’ll have to go down to the cafe to post in the morning. You really can’t wait to show S.

You sit on your bed and watch the butterflies. It’s a sign, isn’t it? Not everything is dead. It’s not over. Maybe, things are just beginning.

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gunwoo-bh · 7 hours ago

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

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

THE NIGHT SHIFT

EPILOGUE

FOUR YEARS LATER

“Eunhye is gonna give him so much crap…”

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

“Why is today stopping you?” Yoongi jokes.

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

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

“Won’t stop the bride…”

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

“You on your way now?”

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

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

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

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

“He had one job!”

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

“I will. Please drive safe?”

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

“I love you, see you soon!”

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

“Hiiiiiiii…please tell me you have them.”

“Rings are obtained.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you weren’t alone in all of this.

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

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

Your very own car.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just kiss me.”

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

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

“Hi.”

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

“How long did they push it back?”

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

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

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

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

It’s Namjoon’s dad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are we back?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In the afternoon. Around 2?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anytime.”

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

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

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

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

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

Including the very last one you’ve received.

FOUR YEARS AGO

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

Where is he?

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

“Are you making us breakfast?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You gotta stop making that sound…”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

“Mhm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You’re curious now, “Why?”

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

You gasp, blinking rapidly, “Baby?”

“Mhm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe, make it a date?

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

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

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

“When…how?”

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

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

He nods, “Yeah…”

“You planned it all? Ahead of time?”

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

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

“You were gonna ask me on a date?”

He’s nodding, “Yeah, I was…”

“Why didn’t…you?”

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

You snort, “But I did say yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

PRESENT

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

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

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

You [12:02 PM]: [image]

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

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

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

You grin as you stare at his text because really.

How did you get so lucky?

Laughter rings loudly in the restaurant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm?”

“I love you.”

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

“Of course.” He smiles faintly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Liar…” Yoongi whispers in your ear.

You shiver and elbow him, “Stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Moving in with a boyfriend?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She giggles, “And?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You mouth the air, “Wow.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom!”

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

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

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

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

“How did it go?”

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

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

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

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

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

“About the academy?”

“Mhm.”

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

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

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

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“I love you…”

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

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

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

“Oh god, don’t even continue this–”

“Next you just have to get married–”

“Mom!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There’s no way we can afford this…”

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

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

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

And according to her, no more explanation was needed.

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

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

“Yoongi!”

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

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

Of course.

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

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

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

Welcome home, my love <3

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

You check it and frown at the message.

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

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

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

Blue post-its.

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

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

MYG

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

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

Maybe, make it a date?

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

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

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

Welcome home, my love <3

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

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

Will you marry me?

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

“Would you?”

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

“Marry me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How…what…why…when?”

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

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

“Yeah?”

“Was this sudden or planned?”

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

“You proposed…”

He laughs, “And you said yes.”

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

“She did talk to you, right?”

“Yeah…how’d you know?”

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

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

“Mhm.” he nods.

“When did you tell her?!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you…”

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

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

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

“Where did you find these?” You point.

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

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

He frowns, “Huh?”

“Wait here…”

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

Post-its.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your answer.

Yes.

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

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

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

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Stray Kids Headcanons!!

OT8 and how they hug you! 🫂

Btw, I'm so sorry for the lateness everyone!! Work got in the way! 🙏

Also I'll be quite honest, I.N kept giving me a hard time... 😅

TW// none! Just pure fluffy nonsense.

- Gender Neutral Y/N / Reader!!

- implied existing relationship maybe? I might forget, sorry TT

- I apologize if some of them are a bit longer than others, it just means I ran out of points/ ideas, I tried to give them all equal love~

The idea; only you know why, but for some reason you wanted a hug. You didn't talk about it, perhaps the reason was private, but you were seeking affection and/or comfort... luckily, there are 8 amazing guys who wasted no time in giving what you desire

Bbangha let's get started~

Bang Chan 🐺💙

• Leader of besthugracha

• The warmest, most comforting of all-consuming big hugs

• Did you really expect differently? Come on now~

• You put your head on his shoulder while he was just standing around, and he almost jumped

• "Are you okay? Is something wrong?"

• He's immediately concerned, focused on you entirely now

• No matter your answer, he knows exactly what you're looking for

• The minute those strong arms wrap around you

• You feel safe

• And comfortable

• And loved omg so lovedddd

• His hoodie smells of vanilla and fresh laundry, he must have done it recently...

• Whether it was a rough day for you, or you just wanted to feel his embrace

• He's right there

• And maybe he needed it too?

• He lets out a sigh that turns into a low hum

• It's like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders

• His fingers are cradling the back of your head like you're the most delicate thing he's ever touched

• His cheek is resting against the the side of your head/face

• His eyes are closed and his smile is soft

• He sways a little, or at least swivels gently on the spot

• Needless to say, Bang Chan is arguably the best at embracing and making you comfortable and I will die on this hill

Lee Know 🐰 💚

• He doesn't really... know what to do?

• You leaned your head on his shoulder when he was minding his own buisness and he just kind of... froze for a second

• "What?" He didn't entirely mean to sound rude, but he was a little confused

• He waits and stares at you for a minute before he acts

• Glancing around the room, as if he didn't want to be caught putting down his mysterious and 'tough' persona

• Then he wraps one of his arms around your waist, thumb brushing against your hip in a soothing circular motion

• He's very gentle, but his movements were a bit hesitant at first

• His head either rests on your shoulder or on top of your head depending on the situation

• He's not exactly a big touchy person, so honestly it's surprising he's doing this much

• You almost feel special

• Maybe a little bit pampered

• He lets out a soft snort, a chuckle almost, with that little grin that I KNOW you (know, lee know) are already imagining

• like he was going to tease you about this situation

• But he bit back and just... kept you there

• Scrolling on his phone or just doing Lee Know things as he waited patiently for you to move away first

• If someone comes in, he just gives them a look that says 'what? Can I help you?' And continues to do so until they mind their buisness

Changbin 🐷🩷

• Also part of besthugracha

• Bear hug, ULTRA hug even

• When you leaned into him suddenly, He was also surprised

• And immediately protective

• He looked around the room in search for the offender that may have caused this, a slight pout on his lips and his brows slightly furrowed

• "What happened? Tell me."

• He wasn't asking, he was demanding

• Of course, whatever your answer may be, his first priority is you

• He wraps his big arms around you and traps you there

• But he's very careful

• He rubs your shoulders with his thumbs and rests his chin on you

• He's holding you like you're made of glass, delicate

• Like you might break if he squeezed hard enough

• You're definitely not moving until he says so no sir

• It might be a little hard to breathe but overcome the pain~

• His chest is rising and falling, his breath even and slow

• You can hear his heartubeatu and it almost lulls you

• You feel protected

• Untouchable

• He stays there for as long as you need, or as long as you can stand being there

Hyunjin 🐭🤍

• Gentle, caring, and maybe a little protective?

• When it happened he was not all there

• Disassociating maybe, or maybe he was just enjoying the energy in the room like he usually does

• He made a little surprised noise when you nudged him, his eyebrows raised

• Then he's turning to you with that little side-eye because you disrupted him

• Offended like you just shoved some tissues in his mouth or something

• It came naturally nothing specifically against you don't worry babes

• But he softened right up when he sees you need it

• He twists to face you and wraps both arms around you

• He puts your head on his shoulder with a sigh and the softest of smiles

• Though he is a little amused

• Cards his fingers through your hair like he's touching pure silk

• The other hand holding your side, his thumb moving in circular motions like he's making the most beautiful pottery

• He's even humming

• Swaying from side-to-side like a romantic dance

• "I've got you..."

• He mumbled it against your hair

• Only three words, but still a soft and determined declaration of protection and comfort

Han 🐹❤️

• His hugs are honestly squirmy/energetic, warm, and secure

• just like him

• And technically more of a cuddle...

• If you were feeling sad, you weren't for much longer

• When he's happy, everyone is too~

• Actually you didn't even get a chance to find him

• He found YOU

• You were surprised by the sudden arms looping around you

• And the surprisingly firm chest pressed against your back

• Shaking you from side-to-side with a puffy cheek pressed between your shoulder blades

• And then suddenly you're off your feet and the world is spinning

• "Baby~"

• He said it in his whiny voice once he set you down

• It was like he'd been looking for you for a while

• Maybe all day, maybe all of his life

• He then turned you in his arms to face him

• And the giant quokka-like smile faded slightly

• Boba eyes softening and slightly concerned

• You didn't look like you were much for talking right now, so he didn't say anything else

• He just rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips pressed into a thin line

• nuzzling slightly against your skin with an understanding hum

• He too struggles with days where you can feel... numb

• Stuck in an elevator and waiting for it to move

• Feeling down for almost no reason at all

• Days where his smile isn't as bright as other days

• Where he's quiet, and all he would want is someone to listen or just to be there physically

• He wrapped his arms loosely around your back, holding his wrist

• But he still swayed, slowly, because you can't take the energy out of this boy that easily

• Maybe a kiss on the shoulder

• Or the neck, just one

• For moral support of course

• And he's all ears if and when you decide to speak up

Felix 🐣🩵

• Third member of besthugracha

• Though I guess honestly they all would give really good hugs... so this bit doesn't make sense...

• Anyway not the point

• His hugs are high-energy and full of love

• Like Han, he found you

• But instead of being deprived of affection and attention, he wanted to share a snack with you

• After all those legendary, 5 star brownies are meant to be shared and enjoyed by all~

• "Sunshine?"

• He almost dropped the Tupperware in surprise by your sudden contact, looking like a doe in headlights for a moment

• Then he snorts out a giggle with that adorable nose scrunch he does

• And loops his arms around you tight

• Holding you so you're touching from head to toe, almost sticking together

• Like peanut and honey or (j)jam

• And squeezes you like you're the only solid thing in the world

• He definitely smells like he just finished baking...

• His nose tickles your skin when he nuzzles into the crook of your neck while smothering you

• A low rumble in his throat that vibrates against your shoulder

• If you were feeling cloudy, it didn't last long

• His radiant energy, and smile, rivals the very nickname he calls you

• It's hard to stay gloomy while being in the presence of the sun

• What's even better? He still shares those brownies with you afterwards

Seungmin 🐶💜

• His hugs are arguably one of the most comfortable

• The most deliberate and trustworthy

• Alongside Bang Chan, of course~

• He noticed something was a bit different with you

• A bit off, maybe

• And stared at you blankly for a good minute until you noticed him

• Then he smiled that beautiful puppy-like smile of his and rolled his eyes

• Letting out a dramatic sigh while leaning back and opening his arms

• "Okay, okay, come here..."

• His eyes crinkled in the corners

• The words themselves sounded Almost playful

• Like it was such a hassle for him

• If it weren't for the slight crease in his eyebrows that betrayed his worry

• You maybe would have been fooled

• And yet, you leaned into his arms and let yourself melt

• He kept his arms loose around your waist

• His chin on your shoulder

• And his smile softening

• As playful and 'savage' as he may be with his members

• When you really get close to him, he's very caring and attentive

• Like Lee know, he may have some trouble expressing his emotions

• But that doesn't mean he doesn't have them at all

• And would be there to lean on, literally, when you need him

• When he's in the building, everyone comes to him and trusts him with they're vulnerability

• Because he's a great listener, and a damn good friend before anything else

I.N 🦊💚

• The last, but certanly not the least, The Maknae~

• His hugs are just as cute and lovely as he is

• He's quite observant when it comes to your body language

• because he just cares so much about you

• He sees you chilling by yourself

• Looking a bit down, or even just spacing out

• and decides he needs to be with you

• He doesn't know how how to ask you, or even really what to do or how to start

• But he wants to be there even still

• So he flops in beside you, almost falling into you

• "Jagiya?"

• When you turn to look at him, he just gives you a smile

• Precious, yet bashful and slightly awkward

• Opens his arms, sleeves pooling slightly over his hands

• Leans back with space to sit between his legs

• And offers himself to you

• Which of course, you take the offer

• Because just look at him

• His arms immediately wrap around you and pull you close to his chest

• This part he's good at

• He smells like baby powder, so he must have had a shower recently

• It's not so much of a hug as it is a snuggle

• He rests his chin on top of your head with a hum

• And plays with your clothes

• Sliding his hands along your body, skin, and anywhere he can reach

• Not with any sexual intention

• Though he does give an evil little laugh if it tickles you...

• He just always needs to be feeling you and your skin, much like Han does

• He's quite toasty and comfortable

• And did I mention snuggly? I did? Well I'm gonna say it again anyway

#skz #you make stray kids stay #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #seo changbin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee yongbok x reader #lee felix x reader #kim seungmin x reader #i.n x reader #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids #stray kids fluff

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rinsnumber1fan · 3 hours ago

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Warning: MDNI + mentions of phycotic behaviour from your bf Itoshi Rin.

Thinking about phycotic! Itoshi rin. Like you know how Rin loves horror movies right? What if he doesn't only love them but thrives in the pleasure it gives him seeing the victims scream for help when there's no one to come forward?

He invited you to movie night, which you two did often but you would usually pick the movies so this time Rin picked a movie. You hadn't heard of this movie before or what it was like but knowing Rin you knew it would be a horror movie. It gave you the chance to clutch onto him when the movie played. Some movie named Terrifer, heh how bad it could possibly be? I just need to pretend to be afraid so I can get cuddled by Rin. Is what you thought.

You sat close together on the couch, munching on snacks but somewhere half through the movie you didn't want to eat anymore because you thought it might make you puke. You weren't pretending anymore, you were actually scared. And your hand went upto rins arm, and you turned up to look at his expression.

A fucking smile.

Not the cute one or the silly one the one where he's enjoying how that white and black clown is cutting through a woman vertically and she's literally upside down. Your words die in your throat. And you suddenly didn't feel safe next to him anymore.

He's so focused on every detail, pupils expanding as he glances at the blood and the way his chainsaw went through the blonde. And you couldn't hold it anymore. You pulled back slowly, and even slower, and you were starting to pull away from him after noticing that grin widening.

Your breath stammered, rin turned to look at you "what-" he paused taking in your terrified expression. "Can't handle it?" He asked, he wasnt grinning anymore. But looked maybe a little concerned. But he raises a brow "....??" Waiting for you to answer

But you were also... very traumatised. So you just took whatever your adrenaline gave you and ran away from the couch. "Huh?" He deadpanned at the air.

But worry not!! He cuddled you through the night after you told him what you thought.

A/N: had this fantasy and I was also TERRIFIED WHEN I SAW THAT SCENE IN TERRIFIER I LITERALLY ALMOST DIED.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #fyp #fanfiction #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock smut #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk rin

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saturnsag3 · 10 hours ago

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Designated Boyfriend - will snitch x macklin celebrini

summary: drunk macklin, chaos ensues

wc: 1,156

Will’s phone buzzed at 2:14 a.m.

He cracked one eye open, barely registering the name on the screen before sliding to answer.

“Will?” Ekky’s voice came through loud and slightly panicked. “I need a favor. A big one.”

Will sat up, already bracing. “What happened?”

“It’s Mack. He’s…” Ekky hesitated. “He’s very drunk.”

“Define ‘very.’”

“He just introduced himself to a lamp and asked if it had a boyfriend.”

Will sighed, throwing the blanket off. “Send me the address.”

---

The house was packed when Will pulled up. Music thumped like a heartbeat and the porch was crowded with people chain-smoking and screaming-laughing at something on someone’s phone.

Will pushed through the door and was hit immediately by the overwhelming smell of cheap vodka, cologne, and regret.

Ekky spotted him near the stairs and waved. “Kitchen,” he mouthed, pointing behind him. “Good luck.”

Will braced himself and headed in.

Mack was holding court in the kitchen like a drunk celebrity, sitting on the counter with a beer in one hand and a spatula in the other. He had a backwards snapback on—not his—and was talking animatedly to a group of strangers like they were his lifelong friends.

“I’m just saying,” Mack was slurring, “if aliens came down right now and asked who the hottest person on Earth was, I would immediately say Will. I would risk the whole planet for his biceps.”

A few of the strangers clapped. Someone who might’ve been named Derek said, “Hell yeah, man.”

Will cleared his throat.

Mack’s head whipped around. His entire face lit up like it was Christmas morning. “BABY!”

Oh no.

“Holy shit, you came,” Mack shouted, launching himself off the counter with zero grace. He nearly face-planted but caught himself on the fridge. “I thought I hallucinated you. You’re so handsome, I might die.”

“Hi,” Will said, grabbing Mack’s waist as he stumbled toward him. “Time to go.”

“Noooo,” Mack protested immediately. “I was just getting started. These people love me.”

“You’ve known them for twenty minutes.”

“They called me a vibe.”

Will glanced at Ekky, who just shrugged with a helpless look like he’s your circus now, buddy.

“C’mon,” Will muttered, dragging Mack toward the door.

Mack kept trying to stop to hug people. “Wait, I need to say goodbye to Tree Trunk Guy. And Kitchen Derek. And—oh, where’s that lamp—?”

---

Getting him to the car was a Herculean effort. Mack kept trying to turn around and reenter the party like he forgot something important. He unbuckled his seatbelt three times before Will finally snapped, “Macklin, if you touch that buckle again, I swear to God I will duct tape you to the seat.”

“You like it when I get tied up,” Mack purred, all eyes and grin.

Will pinched the bridge of his nose. “I swear I’ll crash this car with both of us in it.”

---

They made it three blocks before Mack tried to open the passenger door.

“Mack!” Will yelped, slapping his hand away from the handle. “What are you doing?”

“I saw a squirrel.”

“It’s 2:30 in the morning!”

“It might’ve needed help!”

“You can’t help a squirrel, you’re practically blackout.”

Mack slumped back dramatically. “I miss you. You’ve been gone for hours.”

“You were gone for hours.”

“We’re wasting valuable makeout time.”

Will gritted his teeth. “You better pray I don’t let go of this wheel.”

---

Getting him inside the apartment was worse.

Mack took off one shoe before getting distracted and trying to kiss Will against the door.

“I want you inside me” Mack slurred.

“You need to be inside your pajamas,” Will shot back, steering him toward the bedroom.

“I want you naked.”

“You can’t even stand upright.”

“I would crawl to you,” Mack said solemnly.

“Mack, let’s go to bed”

Mack pouted. “Why don’t you want me?”

Will pulled his shirt over his head. “I do want you, baby. I just also want you conscious and not sticky with what I hope is beer.”

Mack flopped backward on the bed, limbs spread wide like a starfish. “I’m a gift.”

“You’re a hazard.”

“You’re still railing me when I’m sober.”

Will snorted. “Looking forward to it.”

“I’m serious,” Mack mumbled, eyes fluttering shut. “I want to be destroyed. Emotionally. Sexually. Spiritually. Biblically.”

Will raised an eyebrow. “Alright, preacher.”

“‘And lo,’” Mack whispered, half-asleep now, “‘he was blessed with the thighs of the gods…’”

Will stared at him for a beat before bursting out laughing.

Mack let out a soft snore.

---

Ten minutes later, Will finally got him into pajamas. Sort of. The pants were on backwards and inside out, but Will was calling that a win.

Mack curled into the sheets, already drooling on the pillow.

Will tucked the blanket around him, kissed his temple, and started to stand.

“Don’t leave,” Mack mumbled.

“I’m just turning off the light.”

“I’ll die.”

“You won’t.”

“I’ll cry. I’ll cry so loud.”

Will smiled, turned off the light, and slid in beside him.

Mack immediately flung an arm and a leg over him like a human octopus.

“Mine,” he mumbled.

“All yours,” Will murmured, finally letting his eyes close.

“Gonna marry you. Gonna suck your soul out.”

“Jesus.”

“Love you,” Mack sighed.

Will pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Love you too, you absolute train wreck.”

sages thoughts⋆˙⟡: a wonderful anon sent me a long list for my willmack frat au so i wanted to knock one of their ideas off the list (thank you to them btw!!) this is the last of my willmack spam posting for tonight, it took me forever even though a few were drafts, i hope everyone liked everything i wrote, pls enjoy!!

#hrpf #macklin celebrini #will smith hockey #mlm #san jose sharks #willmack

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rubymariebutler · 18 hours ago

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✶ 𝟕𝟑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: american actress and model, y/n butler, takes vogue inside her beautiful palm springs home and answers 73 questions.

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader

faceclaim: none, but yael shelbia to me

tags: age gap (23/33), priscilla actress!reader, marriage, kids, reader and austin are parents of a baby girl and a baby boy, mentions of other celebrities, reader is an elvis defender and a critic of priscilla, here reader and austin won their respective oscars for elvis, austin doesn't really appear here but he's mentioned all the time so

ruby notes: writing this was really fun for me. if you're a priscilla fan, this might not be to your liking, but if you read anyway, i hope you enjoy the reading. this is just reader being obsessed with austin, so maybe everyone will feel identified here lmao

"hey, y/n!" the cameraman greets you as soon as you open the thick wooden door of your palm springs home.

"hi." you greet him animatedly with a sweet smile, bowing your head in a friendly manner.

"i came here to ask you 73 questions very, very quickly."

you nod, stepping aside to let him inside. "okay. 73 questions is a lot, let's see how fast we can do this."

he walks through the door and the camera follows you as you walk naturally, dressed comfortably in a cool, loose-fitting dress. the living room, open, spacious and elegant, is the first thing the camera catches as you enter your home, but you avoid that area for now and the camera follows you into the kitchen.

"what did you do for the first 30 minutes of your day?"

an amused smile forms on your lips and, without stopping your steps, you look at the camera for a moment. "i stayed in bed, hugging my husband like a koala bear."

behind the camera, the cameraman smiles. "well, that sounds pretty comfortable. are all your mornings like that?"

"when neither of us has to work, yes."

"what gets you out of bed?"

"my kids. if they weren't there, i'd stay in bed with my husband for the rest of the day."

"what do you usually do on lazy days?" he asks you, moving a little away from you to circle the island.

"not leave the house. i just stay in bed, with my husband and kids."

"what's keeping you busy these days?"

"being a wife and mom." you reply, laughing. "that's a full-time job." you say as you head to the fridge to pull out a pitcher of cold water and pour into a glass.

"thank you." he says to you, across the marble island, as you set the glass of water down in front of him. "what's the most exciting thing in life right now?"

"being a wife and a mom." you laugh again.

"why did you and austin name your daughter alyssa?"

you open your mouth and smile, excited. "oh my god, i love this question." you squeal, excited. "well, i'm a huge fan of the universe of a song of ice and fire, and one of my favorite characters is princess alyssa targaryen. austin loved it, so we decided that would be our baby's name, even though he calls her lyssa."

"like lisa marie?"

you shake your head. "no. like lyssa drak."

"what's your favorite character from a song of ice and fire?"

"rhaenyra targaryen." you reply, putting the pitcher of water back in the fridge.

"we'll talk about your daughter." he says, to which you nod with a smile. "let's talk about your son now. his name is elvis, we all know why, but who decided on that name?"

you blink and take a breath, before answering. "it was a mutual decision, actually. we both liked that name and were fine with our son being called that, but it was lisa marie who started it all. before she passed away, we told her the news that i was pregnant again and she said she would love our son to be named after her father. and.... well, she didn't get to meet him, but i'm sure she would have loved him."

"elvis is a great name."

"it is." you reply, laughing and nodding.

"what's the movie you've worked on that you're most fond of?"

"i love all the movies i've worked on. oppenheimer and dune were amazing, but elvis will always have a special place in my heart." you approach him again, looking into the camera with a knowing smile. "i don't think i need to tell you why."

"surely not." he answers you, because no, you don't need to say anything, everyone knows why elvis is so special. "speaking of elvis, priscilla presley and sofia coppola wanted you to bring the king's wife back to life in her biopic. why didn't you?"

"creative differences." you answer flippantly, as if it was no big deal, even though it was at the time.

you had already read priscilla's book, and no, you weren't happy with all the lies written there, but it was reading the script for her movie that made you distance yourself; you wanted nothing to do with it.

"if you had played priscilla again, this time in her movie, do you think you could have won another oscar?"

"we'll never know." you say with a smile, shrugging.

"of all the roles you've played, which is your favorite?"

"cassiopeia." you answer immediately, without hesitation. cassiopeia, your character in dune 2, is your favorite, by far. "she's so sensual and mysterious and a girl boss. i love her."

"you have two movies coming out soon, but is there a new genre you'd like to work in or a character you'd like to play?"

"i want to do something horror." you clasp your hands together, interlocking your fingers. "i love horror, it's my favorite genre, and i'd really like to work on something like that."

"do you have any favorite horror movies?"

"talk to me and ready or not."

"i think you'd make a great scream queen."

you squeal excitedly, still smiling. "i think so too!"

"of the movies you're working on that are coming out, which one are you most looking forward to?"

"all of them." you start moving to get out of the kitchen. he circles the isle to follow you. "eddington and caught stealing are brilliant films and i'm excited for the world to be able to see and enjoy them. and i work on both with my husband, so that makes it even more exciting."

"what's the best thing about being married to someone who shares your profession?"

"understanding, probably. being inside the same world, we understand things and situations that a person outside of this job wouldn't be able to understand very easily."

"you're quite wise."

you smile at the camera, sweet and excited. "thank you, i learned that from my husband and pinterest." he laughs.

he laughs. "i read phrases on pinterest too and use them to give advice, so i'm not gonna judge you. other than elvis, you and austin have worked together on four movies. how easy is that?"

"actually, it makes everything easier." you respond with a smile. the camera follows you as you walk into the living room and sit on the big L-shaped couch. "for everything. i mean, putting aside that all of our characters are romantically related and our chemistry is natural, it's... the presence of each other, you know... just knowing that austin is there, it makes me feel comfortable and safe. working with him makes everything easier, in every way."

"how does it feel to have so much chemistry with your husband, that directors ask to have them in their movies together?"

you feel your cheeks warm, and you don't have to look in the mirror to know you're blushing. "well, it's certainly very flattering."

"we know you're a big fan of lana del rey. what are your top 5 favorite songs?"

"mmm..." you hum, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before looking back at the camera. "young and beautiful, cinnamon girl, video games, million dollar man and religion."

"best concert you've ever been to?"

"blackpink at l.a in 2023."

"and if you had to pick one girl from blackpink, who would it be?"

"rosé."

"best song to sing in the shower?"

"stay a little longer by rosé."

"beautiful house, by the way. what's your favorite thing about it?"

"living in it." you answer his question simply, standing up to walk over to the vinyl shelf, with a record player located just below it.

"well, woah, that sure is a great vinyl collection."

"do you like it?" you ask him with a smile, pulling out an elvis vinyl.

"it's awesome. what's your favorite elvis song?"

"can't help falling in love." you reply, putting the record on the turntable. "it's a very special song to austin and me, so it's my number one."

"would you mind telling us a little bit more about it?"

"it was the song that was playing when we first kissed, and austin always sings it for me there." you point to the piano located in the middle of the living room.

"that's very romantic."

"it is." you reply, stepping through the large transparent doors that lead to the garden.

"where did you grow up?"

"brooklyn. i was born and raised there, until i was 17."

"what's the most american thing about you?"

"probably that my favorite food is pizza." you laugh, frowning, as you walk past the side of the pool. "it's the least american thing, but it's the most american thing about me."

"you could eat pizza every day for the rest of your life?"

"absolutely."

"what would be the perfect date for you?"

"dinner here." you reply, gesturing around you as you sit in one of the armchairs located in the garden.

"that's it?"

"believe it or not, yes. i'm not a high maintenance woman. of course, there has to be good wine."

"your husband is austin butler."

a proud smile tugs at your lips. "yeah, he is."

"what's one thing people don't know about him?"

"he loves making paper roses with alyssa."

"well, isn't that sweet? for those who don't know, how did you guys meet?"

"we met in 2019, thanks to elvis. he had been cast to play elvis presley and i was cast to play priscilla, his wife."

"we know that elvis was complicated for both of you for certain reasons. have you and austin moved on from that situation?"

that situation. well, it was certainly very difficult; of all the cases of actors being consumed by their roles, you didn't think you and austin would be added to the list. but you were, and it was hell. your countenance changes for a moment, but you immediately smile again.

"we're still working on it, but we're doing much better." is all you say.

"are there any habits of his that you've picked up?"

you purse your lips. "sleep with a watch on my wrist."

"did he pick up any habits from you?"

you let out a laugh. "no."

"who cooks at home?"

you don't respond verbally, but point to yourself.

"you like to cook, then?"

"i love it." you respond with a smile, nodding. "when i was a kid, i remember always hanging out in the kitchen, helping mom with the food because i was genuinely interested and really liked it. so yeah, i'm the one who cooks. austin cooks pretty well, too, but whenever he tries to help, i tell him to get out of my kitchen."

"if you weren't an actress, what would you be?"

"chef."

"i think you'd be a great chef."

"would you go to my restaurant?" this time you ask.

"all the time."

"you should come over for dinner one of these days, you know?"

"i'd be delighted."

you wrinkle your nose. "this video is going to be long because of me, isn't it?"

"we like listening to you, to be honest, so it's okay. what's the best thing about being a mom?"

"my kids."

"what's the best thing about being a wife?"

"my husband." you answer, laughing. you don't need to specify anything; the best thing about being a wife and mom are literally the reasons you are a wife and mom. you love your babies and you love austin, so you doubt there's much more to say.

"you became a mom very young, you were eighteen. how hard was that?"

"mmm..." you hum thoughtfully, pursing your lips as you stare at the lawn. "i'd say it was about as hard as a pregnancy usually is. i don't think my age made things harder, my pregnancy was normal, just like the second one, and austin was by my side the whole time, every step of the way, so, in fact, i think it was even easier than it could be."

you avoid mentioning that yes, it was complicated, but not for the reasons people would think, but that you were both confused and fucked up in the head and elvis was there. and yes, austin calls your daughter lyssa, but not because of some stupid comic book character. people don't have to find out, anyway, so who cares.

"are you and austin planning on having more kids or do you want to stop at two?"

you shake your head, smiling slightly sweetly. "we want more." you tell him, remembering all the times austin has told you he wants more babies, and god, you love seeing him with your babies in his arms, so there's no way you're denying him more children.

"marvel or dc?"

"marvel."

"what's your favorite marvel character?"

"spider-man." you shrug. "is there another option? i don't think so."

"favorite fictional couple?"

"ed and lorraine warren." you answer immediately, a smile inevitably tugging at your lips. "god, they're beautiful, i really love them. for me, the spell is romance movies and i'm happy thinking this way."

"who's the most fashionable woman that you know?"

"rosé." you reply, smiling again.

"you've been a frequent guest at the met gala since 2022. of all the ones you've attended, which would be your favorite?"

"2022, because austin was there."

"as a saint laurent ambassador, what do you like most about this brand?"

"the elegance. it's such a natural elegance and so fresh, i think it's become a characteristic of saint laurent."

"heels or sneakers?"

"heels."

"what's the accessory you can't leave the house without?"

you don't answer verbally. instead, you show your hand to the camera and wiggle your fingers, letting the camera focus on your wedding ring.

"who's the most fashionable man that you know?"

"my man." you laugh as you answer the question. "it's not just that he dresses well, but that he really takes the time to decide what to wear. i like that about him. we're so alike in that way."

"who is the person you admire the most?"

"my husband."

"what do you admire most about your husband?"

"everything." you answer simply, shrugging your shoulders. "his intelligence, his wisdom, his patience, his patience, his perseverance, his perseverance, his determination, his determination, his talent, his empathy, his vision for everything and everyone... i could go on and on." you wave your hand, laughing.

"well, that's a long list." he laughs. "is there anything you've learned from austin in all the years you've been together?"

"everything, i think. everything i know, he's taught me." you blink, remembering, and shrug as you continue talking. "one of the things i love most about austin, is that when i make a mistake, any kind, or do something wrong or don't achieve what i wanted, he just sits me down with him or hugs me and comforts me, you know...he tells me it's okay, that it's just a mistake, that he's proud of me and he always finds solutions for everything and helps me, in everything. he's a dream."

"ah! you two are really lovely, no wonder why you're one of hollywood's most loved couples. is there any activity you like to do together?"

"reading." you give him a tight-mouthed smile, remembering all the books you've read and finished thanks to this little habit you both picked up. "we both love to read, and we especially like to do it before bed. it's like a little routine we have."

"do you have a favorite book that you both enjoy reading?"

"austin doesn't have any favorites, but we both love to read 1984 and the odyssey."

"what's your favorite book?"

"right now? fire and blood. it really has nothing to do with the books austin and i read." you laugh. "it's totally different, but it works for me. i like it, it's my favorite."

"do you like reading fantasy a lot?"

you tilt your head, looking at the camera. "i prefer to read horror, to be honest, but when i read a fantasy book, that book becomes my new obsession."

"is there a book you carry everywhere you go?"

"not physically, but i have a lot of books downloaded on my phone, so yes; right now i'm rereading fire and blood for the third time."

"oh, wow!" he exclaims, making you laugh with flushed cheeks. "your obsession is serious, i see."

"my obsession with something only goes away when i become obsessed with something else. of course, that doesn't apply to my husband.

"you and austin look very exercised. do you work out together?"

you nod at his question. you and austin work out together every day, him doing his routines and you doing yours; when you're not working, of course. sometimes you spend weeks apart and have to do your respective routines without each other's presence, which frankly you find depressing. it's not the same working out alone, as it is with austin; watching him, seeing his body, watching his hands, his muscles flex, and always ending up fucking in the shower.

"usually, yes." you smile, remembering how especially rough he is when he fucks you after working out. "we work out together."

"what's your favorite exercise?"

"pilates." you say immediately.

"we know you also do ballet. do you like it?"

"i love ballet."

"since when do you do ballet?"

you squint your eyes, remembering. "mmm... since i was a baby. i was 3 or 4 years old when i started going to ballet classes, and i haven't stopped since."

"would you have liked to be a professional dancer? you know, perform in theaters."

"no." your quick answer makes them both laugh. "but maybe you'll see me being a dancer in some movie, who knows?" you shrug. "maybe a possessed dancer."

"i'd love to see that, and i'm sure your fans would too. if you could travel back in time, what year would you go to?"

"none. i'm doing just fine here."

"who is your biggest inspiration?"

"my husband."

"who's your favorite actor?"

"my husband." you answer again, laughing. by this point, you feel like you're talking more about austin, than anything else. not that it bothers you, anyway. austin is and always will be your favorite topic of conversation.

"who's your favorite actress?"

"natalie portman, probably. i loved her in black swan."

"for you, who is hollywood's most iconic couple?"

you wrinkle your nose, looking at him instead of the camera. "shit, that's too hard. i have no idea." you end up laughing.

"if you could give an oscar nomination to a person who has not been nominated for an oscar, who would it be?"

"margaret qualley." you answer immediately, without a second's hesitation.

"wow, that was fast."

a light chuckle erupts from your throat and you throw your head back, laughing. "i know, i think i've been waiting for that question my whole life."

"if you could give the oscar to someone who was already nominated, but didn't win, who would it be?"

"demi moore."

he laughs. "i see you have your thoughts straight."

"i mean, demi deserved that oscar, you know? mikey too, she's a very talented woman, but demi has my heart. i loved her in the substance and, overall, i think she's such a talented and poised actress. it's a shame. but i'm sure her time will come. it was mikey's turn this time, she was exceptional in annora."

"and lastly, possibly the most important question." he pulls back a little so the camera catches your outfit; an elegant loose-fitting dress that doesn't highlight your curves or show off your stomach. "there are a lot of rumors that you're pregnant. is it true?"

you smile broadly, letting out a slight nasal giggle. you run your hands across your stomach, clinging your dress to your body, revealing a slight curve in your belly, a tiny baby bump.

"do i look like i am?"

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