#i was like ''i wanna hug you so tight right now'' he's so 🥺

[bamgeut]

seeing hueningkai cry like that made sob so hard. I wasn’t expecting that. I literally got choked up seeing him like that. I had to pause it and put my phone down because it was hard for me to watch. I just love him so much

exactly, i was NOT expecting to see him in such a vulnerable state, because he's the one who never ever cries in front of the cameras, so it was a huge surprise. i was already teary eyed since soobin started reading his mom's letter, yeonjun's made me feel super emotional too, but the moment huening started tearing up i completely broke down :( he's been so hard on himself but his mom has nothing but love for him and her words were so pure and precious, you could see how much that letter meant to him. he's so hardworking and such a lovable soul and i hope he's learning how to be kinder with himself, bc he deserves all the love in the world

[linoveins]

hi sweetie, how are u? i luv ur writings ^^

could you write a fic about lino's tummy scar? i'm so soft about it, wanna worship him 🥺

a/n: hi!! i'm really stressed with uni rn :( i finally found time to write this though! it's just simple and short i hope u like it!! i felt all warm and fuzzy writing this. i adore minho sm i wanna worship him toooo (also have you seen the latest pics of him he looks so buff like DAMN)

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idol!minho is really busy and tired from work lately. reader misses him and takes matters into their own hands.

genre: smut, fluff, some angst

warnings: MDNI! oral m!receiving, body worship, mentions of dom minho, dirty talk.

w.c.: 1.6k

minho had been busy lately from all the comeback preparations. you knew how hectic his schedule was so you don't blame him for the lack of quality time between you two.

you know how physically and mentally exhausting it is for him, waking up at 6 in the morning and often coming home past midnight.

you have been together for multiple comebacks now. you knew the drill. both of you did. and still you can't get used to it. but you didn't wanna add onto the things he was thinking, and all of this was really out of both your control, so you just made the most of what you had. but you still miss him.

sure, whenever he comes home, he lays on his side of the bed and pulls you closer to him from behind. sometimes he leaves a trail of soft kisses on your shoulder before passing out.

but you miss more of him. so when he came home a little bit earlier tonight, just an hour before midnight, you can't help but tackle the man in bed and hug him tight. you were practically squeezing and grabbing his skin while you buried your face on the crook of his neck.

you inhale him in.

you latch onto his figure, your body on top of him hugging impossibly tighter, and you all but melt.

he smells so good. so familiar and warm and just... good. you nuzzle your head deeper into his neck as you hear him chuckle and wrap his arms around you.

"you missed me, jagi?" minho says softly while running his hand down your back with the other, petting your hair.

you hum in agreement while licking his neck, just smelling him not enough anymore.

"smell so good, min." you mumble against his skin in between soft kisses.

minho coos at your actions. you're too adorable right now.

soon enough you started biting and sucking on his neck. you wanted to swallow him. you haven't felt him for so long you thought you were gonna lose your mind.

"mmh.. you want something, baby?" minho says, his breathing a bit labored. he missed you so fucking much too.

you remove yourself from the comfort of his neck to really look at him.

his eyes were gazing up at you tiredly, but still full of love and longing. you can see him trying to fight his eyes from closing.

"i just want you. but you're tired-"

"it's okay, i want you too. just give me a moment-"

"shh." you kiss his lips softly. and then his nose, and then leaving a bunch of kisses on his temple. "can i take over for now? wanna make you feel good. wanna take care of you this time."

you say it so sweetly with pleading eyes. how can he deny you, really?

"okay, baby."

you smile brightly at that, and minho feels like his heart is about to burst.

his sweet angel. the sweetest. what did he ever do to deserve you?

noticing the furrow on his brow, you planted a kiss to it.

"don't worry. just relax. it's okay if you fall asleep. my baby has been working so hard..."

your hands start to run over his chest, and you notice how big he's gotten. you gave one of his pecs a squeeze and he laughs.

"yah, stop playing."

"okay, okay. help me take this off." you tug on his shirt. "wanna kiss all of you."

"yeah?" minho says with a teasing smile before helping you get his shirt off.

and holy fuck.

his PT sessions really did one on him. his chest had gotten bigger and firmer. not just that. you can tell he's getting more buff all over.

"jagi." minho says, pulling you out of your trance.

"min, holy shit! so beautiful.." your soft hands run all over his exposed body and he can't help but shiver at the contrast of your warmth from the chill of the room.

"you like it?" he teases, obviously already knowing the answer.

you answer with a lick on his pecs and you can feel him stiffen beneath you. you're groping and squeezing all over and minho can't help the huffs slipping past his pretty lips.

"jagiya, don't tease." he warns.

"but you're so pretty." you whine while kissing his skin. "your arms have gotten bigger..."

you gave them a firm squeeze.

"so strong." you feel minho's cock twitch at the praise. "you could easily take me. any way you want."

your voice is dizzying. your words are sending him to heaven. you're regularly not this vocal. well, not with coherent words coming out of your mouth. but usually, it's him doing the talking. so this is new. he feels like he's floating.

"and these." you squeezed his pecs again. "you always complain about working out. but you did it. im so proud of you."

you leave a bunch of wet kisses down his torso until you reach his scar. you know minho wasn't the type to show off his body. he thought his scar isn't exactly something people would like to see.

when you both first had sex, the lights were all off as per your wishes. what you didn't know was that minho wanted that too for his own concerns since he didn't want to let you see him that time.

once you two got more comfortable with each other, you assured him the scar looked "sexy as fuck", which made him laugh.

and it really was. minho thought you just said that cause you loved him, and since the scar was on him, your love would naturally extend to that. but no, even just the scar on him is really hot. he still didn't believe you so you told him "it's like toji fushiguro with his scar". he kinda got it after that.

you kissed the permanent mark on his body, whispering out a little "pretty".

minho was incredibly horny at this point but his heart also felt heavy from the overwhelming emotions you're pulling out of him.

you lick the length of the scar, and his cock pokes at you from within his sleep shorts.

"baby-"

"i got you." you whisper softly while trailing more wet kisses down his belly until you reach the hem of his shorts.

minho hisses as you pull the material down, his heavy dick springing up.

your soft hand grips the shaft and he clenches his jaw hard.

"always so hard and pretty for me." you say with gentle strokes. "so big..."

minho can't help the little whimper escaping his throat.

you're driving him insane.

"love hearing you, min." you swipe your thumb on the tip and give it a gentle squeeze. "i always cum so hard when you're panting in my ear."

minho moans loudly at your words. his sweet baby is talking so dirty. all his.

his cock looks fucking good in your hand right now, all red, and hard, and fucking leaking. you lick the head for a taste and it takes everything out of minho not to cum fast.

it's been so long. but you're here again, all pretty and enchanting with his cock in your mouth.

soon enough, you started sucking him off, trying to take as much as you can in your mouth and gripping the rest of what you can't fit with your hand. you're minding your teeth, swirling your tongue just how he likes it, and drooling on it.

the squelches are driving both of you crazy. he tried his best to open his eyes and he starts gripping the sheets hard so he wouldn't use them to hold your head and just fuck up into it.

minho wasn't really a man of spirituality and religion but this? you deserved all of his devotion. your eyebrows are scrunched in focus, eyes a bit teary and hazed from taking his cock just how he likes it– just how he taught you, and your fucking mouth. your pretty fucking lips wrapped around him, your hot, and wet tongue- it's too fucking much.

and you're moaning. you're moaning on his cock as if you're the one getting the most pleasure out of it. his sweet messy fucking angel.

after a couple of squeezes from your hand and swirls from your tongue, you could feel him tightening, and you look up right into his eyes.

he cums hard, moaning your name coupled with strings of praises. you keep licking and swallowing all he could offer. your personal fucking God.

minho is breathing heavily, still trying to calm down from the intense orgasm. he's long gone but it's okay. you clean up the other mess and take care of him like you said you would and like he always does.

"thank you, jagi." minho smiles as he kisses you on the lips. he tries to escalate it further, pushing his tongue past your mouth, but you break the kiss.

"mmh- you should sleep. you have an early day tomorrow." you say while minho groans.

"but you-"

"some other time. you're barely awake!" you giggle while minho tries to grab you. you can't believe you're getting away with interrupting him multiple times tonight. you bet his half-asleep brain can't even register that right now. you laugh softly at his cuteness.

he eventually just cuddles you, his breathing now even and his eyes closed.

"i love you, y/n. m'sorry for not being here a lot." he says sleepily, whispering into your ear.

"i love you too. and don't worry. i'll keep being here when u get home."

"miss you... a lot. wanna make it up to you" minho mumbles while pulling you closer.

"you will." you melt into his embrace. "but sleep for now, hm?. i miss you too. so much..."

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Idk if it's fit the theme but m reader x fremi? Where's fremi moved in reader's place and he experienced winter for the first time? Like he's used to the depth of the sea and now all he sees are snows, wanna take him to watch movies but his focus are always landed on the snows so I offer him to play w the snow mybe make a snowman:0

Pairings: Freminet x male reader

Warnings: SFW, male!reader, fluff, teasing, shoving snow under someone's clothes

The first time that the diver experienced heavy snowfall was rather cute. Freminet's rosy cheeks peeked from underneath his scarf as he tipped his head up, staring at the descending snowflakes in awe

It was like he couldn't even hear you; lost in the moment entirely. You stood just a few steps ahead, staring at your partner — the angel that he was as he became gradually covered in powdery snow. Freminet's eyes blinked slowly and his hands opened up, palms facing the sky while the cold flurries kissed his skin, melting after a second on the warm surface

“We're gonna be late, babe. Your siblings are going to wonder where we've been if we don't leave like right now.” You half shouted to your partner who was standing in the middle of your front yard, kicking around a chunk of icy snow

When you turned around to hurry him along again, he was muttering under his breath. Something about playing in the snow? It was hard to hear him, soft-spoken as he is, but especially so under multiple layers of clothing

Upon further questioning, you were able to get him to confess his thoughts. Freminet really wanted to experience all of those fun activities you mentioned before, when you talked about the snow and your childhood. “We'll have a snow day tomorrow, Frem. I'll clear our schedules and we can do whatever you want, promise.” You offered, though the sad expression on your partner's face caused you to cave rather quickly...

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“Hmm...I think this one needs to be bigger.” Freminet said, eyeballing the ball of snow that would serve as the base of your snowman. He does have a point... As of right now, the torso is far larger than the bottom snowball. If you leave him like this he'd probably collapse and become a snow-pile-man...

Using both of your arms, you scooped up a pile of snow, carrying it over to your snowman base and packing it in together. “Much better!” You said in unison, giving each other a confident nod

Freminet has the honor of decorating the head. Using some pretty rocks and seashells to create a smile and purple eyes out of two gorgeous shells, and of course using a large carrot as the nose! It was also Freminet's idea to gift the snowy fellow a cozy scarf and one of Lyney's old top hats; giving the snowman quite a dapper appearance

While he was focused on carefully embedding the items in the snowman's head, you subtly grabbed a small handful of snow and snuck up behind your partner–

“Waaahh!!” Freminet screamed, jumping a bit when the icy substance came into contact with the small of his back. “H-hey! Why did y-you–?”

You laughed so hard that your sides began to ache, bending forward and grasping at your ribs. Freminet wasn't entirely amused, whining and jokingly calling you a ‘mean boyfriend’ 🥺

“Sorry, love. I just wanted to see your reactions,” you said between laughs, “you're too cute when you get flustered like that!”

Flustered?! Him?!

Freminet froze — feeling uncomfortably warm despite the freezing temperature outside

“Aw, there's those pretty red cheeks that I love so much!” Freminet's hands immediately flew to his face, covering his freckled (and apparently beet red!!) cheeks and turning on his heel swiftly

“You're so mean...” He whined under his breath, yet smiling when he felt familiar arms wrap around his torso, pulling him into a tight hug

[pablitogavii]

Hey! Can i request one with Pablo’s reaction to the reader having a makeover (hairstyle) and he is just amazed and loves it

Thanks

Surprise Call

Pablo was spending all morning at training preparing for the next few matches while you spent that entire time at the hair salon getting your hair done as a surprise for your boy.

"Are you sure he will like it??" you were unsure weather to do it or not but your friends and hairdresser reassured you that highlights would make you look so good so you agreed.

"He's calling you again! Dios mio! You two are like obsessed with each other!" your friend was holding your phone while the hairdresser washed your hair and you giggled telling her to text that you're studying with friends.

nena💗: I'm studying amorcito. can we talk later??

pablitoo: ofc my smart girl ❤️

"You guys are so cute it's sickening!" your friends joked and everyone laughed around you while you blushed taking the phone and smiling at Pablo's text.

When you were finally done (after five hours sitting in the chair), you looked at the mirror with big eyes loving the way bright highlights made your face pop out and added texture to your hair.

"Do you like it chica??" hairdresser asked and you gave him a tight hug nodding your head in excitement.

"It's so pretty!" you said and he smiled nodding his head glad you were liking what he had done.

"Your boy is going to love it too" he added while you paid and you thanked him going to get some food with your friends.

"You ready to call him??" one of your friends asked when you ordered and you were kinda nervous looking at Pablo's phone number.

"I'm waiting for Rora" you say and his sister soon joined you as well being in shock when she saw your hair.

"Dios mio! Que bonita eres! I understand mi hermano completely!" he said touching your hair and you blush at her comment nodding your head and telling her that he still doesn't know about it.

"Call him right now! I wanna see his face when he sees you!!" she said excitedly and you giggle dialing your boyfriend's phone number.

"Hola mi nena preciosa..dios amor!" he said when he turned to look at the screen his eyes going wild when he saw your face with a big bright smile and your soft hair moving with the wind.

"Do you like it Pablito?" you ask shyly blushing red since all your friends were aweing at the two of you.

"You looks so good amor..I don't know what else to say..I'm speechless..When are you coming home so I can see it in person??" he asked

"We all know why he wants to see it in person.." girls joked and you blushed even more telling him you will head home after lunch.

"We're stealing her from you for at least couple more hours!" Aurora came closer to you winking at her brother who rolled his eyes telling you to enjoy your day with friends.

"Vamos tío!" Pedri called him and Pablo showed him and the rest of the boys to come closer as he turned his phone where you were on face time.

"Look at how beautiful my girl looks!" he said proudly and you hid your face when all the boys were saying your hair is very pretty.

"Gracias guys!" you said telling Pablo to go have fun with his friends too and that you will see him later at home. You sent each other kisses before hanging up and both your friends teased you about it.

y/n.bebe

hair 😍💗

comentarios:

pablogavi: que guapaaa mi nenaaa😍😍😍

gaviraafanssclub:

aurorapaezg: obsessed!!

y.n.fans: she's so gorgeous!! aaahhh!!

brunabiancardi: preciosa🥺

mikkykiemeney: omg! so beautiful!!

After a whole day of being with your friends while texting each other on the side, you were on your way home. Both were very excited to finally be together missing each other very much.

"Amor?? You home??" Pablo opened the door tossing his bag to the side and rushing to the kitchen where you called his name just as excited that he was finally home.

He ran towards you grabbing your thighs and raising you up in his arms while your went around his neck as you giggled.

"I missed you so much!!" he said kissing all over you neck to your face and finally your lips.

"Me too! We really are obsessed with each other cariño" you smiled and he nodded his head sitting you on the kitchen counter and kissing your lips lovingly while standing between your legs.

"You're so pretty..and incredibly smart..every guy would be obsessed if he had a girl like you princesa" he spoke touching your face and then finally your hair careful not to mess it up.

"You too sweet to me Pablito.." you blush playing with his hair while he played with yours until your eyes met and you kissed once more.

"It's so soft..I'm in love with it" he said raising you up once more and carrying you to bed where you both laid down cuddling and playing with each others hair.

"I was worried at first if you would like it.." you say feeling him kiss the top of your head and hold you tight against himself.

"I would like anythings that's on you amorcito..everything looks pretty on my pretty girl" he praised and you blushed moving to kiss his lips one more time before cuddling up closer ready to get some well deserved rest.

[strongheartneteyam]

Realize where you belong.

Pairing: neteyam sully x female!human!reader/female!dreamwalker!reader

Chapter 7

CW: a good amount of angst, reader finally is letting neteyam in and realizing how she does truly love him too, physical contact, neteyam suffering while holding back from mating w/ reader, mentions of sex, yearning, sexual language, reader and neteyam acting like a cute couple, playful flirting, reader is more vulnerable with neteyam, a lot of fluff, reader feels guilty about the way she's been treating neteyam. Tell me if I'm missing something important!

Sorry for taking long to update, my angels 🥺🤍 unfortunately I'm going through a tough path in my personal life rn and bc of that I fell on a horrible depressive episode that I'm still on. So, my motivation to do stuff is very low at the moment and as I have to deal with my adult responsibilities that I can't run from bc nobody can, rn the best I'm able to do is focus the tiny bit of energy I have onto getting them done. I won't be able to update my fanfics as fast as I used to for some time. Can't say how long, it's not under my control currently, sorry :( But I LOVE writing, it's a great escape for me, from life problems and stuff, so, I really do not plan on stop writing fanfiction. I promise! Don't worry too much. Some of the upcoming chapters of this fanfiction, for example, are already saved on my Google Docs. I'll take longer but I won't stop updating. Anyway, I'm a tiny bit (ok maybe much more than that lol) insecure about this chapter but I hope y'all like it. Seeing your comments about the fic would make me incredibly happy. I'm needing some serotonin right now 🥲 Thanks for reading my writings ♡

Not proofread. Sorry if some parts are a bit messed up. I'll proofread it as soon as I can <3

Chapter 6

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You gave me roses and I left them there to die

So this is me swallowin' my pride

Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night

(...)

It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you

Back to December (Taylor Swift)

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You inclined yourself slowly and sheepishly in Neteyam's direction, still feeling guilty for the way you had been treating him before. Neteyam sensed your self doubt and quickly swept you off your feet, taking you inside his arms, so he could finally get the hug he had been dying for, so he could finally feel your small body against his bigger one. His big hands were now under your thighs, securing you in place against his warm body. That closeness, his touch… it all felt incredibly good. You cursed yourself for pushing him away and postponing that moment. To think you could have felt that before and you didn't… "Stupid girl" you thought.

You were now really far from the ground but you felt safe. Now you knew Neteyam would always protect you. He would not let you fall and get hurt. He was not and had never been a threat to you. There was not and there never was any reason for you to be afraid of him.

"Oeyä yawne…" (my beloved) "You feel so soft and tiny… Eywa… Nga yawne lu oer" (I love you) His voice was choked with emotion as he held back tears of joy while he hugged you as tight as he was able to - without hurting you - and you rested your head upon his shoulder. Your nose was hovering over his neck and you sniffed his skin, smelling his natural, cozy scent. It was intoxicating, drawing you in, making you wanna stay like that forever. 

You breathed in deep and relaxed inside his huge arms that held you for the first time but still strangely felt like home, like you had felt them around you a thousand times already. If you believed in past lives - which you didn't - you'd explain this odd but amazing feeling as you having found your soulmate again, in this current life. There was no fear of Neteyam inside of you anymore. You only yearned for more and more of him, only a burning affection kept your whole being warm, just like his massive body did too.

"There's still something I need to ask of you, if this is gonna work out between us." You said, breaking the hug for a while to look him in the eye

"Say it, yawne."

Neteyam was still so utterly happy that he did not even seem to be shaken by that, which he could have been

"You know why I pushed you away. First of all, finding out an alien double your size has been stalking you is freaking unnerving." You still gazed into his eyes, wanting him to pay attention to your words "Second, you acted like a creep. At least compared to the way human guys act around girls they're interested in. I don't really have any experience dating na'vi boys, you know?" You choked a little as you were trying hard to hold back laughter

"Ouch…" Neteyam playfully pretended to be extremely hurt by your previous statements. He chuckled "In my defense, I'd say my instincts are to blame, not me, exactly." You gave him a death stare, but in a playful manner too "When I saw you, I knew you would be the perfect mate for me and I had to make you mine. Everything about you rubbed me just the right way."

You smiled. He was being silly and so sweet. You just could not resist it.

"By the way, when did you see me for the first time?" 

Neteyam seemed to get shy after that question. You wondered why.

"I fell in love with you while you were in your Avatar body, yawntu. That's when I first saw you." Neteyam looked up at you again, smiling but showing no teeth

"You what?" You questioned him, a bit shocked but you could not bring yourself to be mad at him, though. Imagining him hiding behind trees and up in branches to watch you silently seemed adorable in your eyes, now. 

And yes, you knew it sounded crazy, to find someone who used to literally stalk you adorable, but nobody said that anything that was happening to you right now made any sense. Not even you would try to.

"How did I never notice you were around?" You shook your head in disapproval of your distraction back in the forest.

What if it had been a na'vi who did not trust you a single bit to even let you Dreamwalk freely, without grabbing you by the arm and taking you to the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk? Some na'vi hated humans to that point. And, as you always said and always would say, you had a great empathy towards them and could imagine yourself feeling the same way if you were na'vi. You could never bring yourself to judge them as harshly as way too many humans did. You knew they were not the villains of the story. But still, what if that na'vi tried to hurt you? You felt tense at the thought.

Neteyam noticed your uneasiness and tried to calm you.

"Don't worry, yawne. I'm a great warrior. A big part of being a good warrior is being really focused on one's mission and knowing how to get by as unnoticed as possible. So many other humans in their Avatars and even many, many na'vi wouldn't notice me, either."

Neteyam still wanted to call those other humans "demons in false bodies" but he was not going to. He knew it would hurt you and make you feel like he was talking about you too. But he was not. Whenever he had called you "demon", it never meant the same thing as it would mean if he was talking about any other human. But he knew it would be hard for you to understand. So he promised himself that he would never call you "demon" again. After that eclipse night when the both of you were talking in front of your bedroom window, he realized how much it hurt you when he called you that. He hated himself for bringing you pain. And his heart hurt so badly when he thought about the possibility of you pushing him away again. It made him want to hold onto your small, frail body tightly and say "Please, don't leave me! I can't be without you again… Please…"

"If you say so… I still think I should've been more careful, though." You say, still feeling a little nervous and thinking that maybe you had not been the best student when attending to your classes about na'vi behavior and that maybe you didn't pay enough attention to warnings they may have given about being mindful of your surroundings when Dreamwalking 

"I promise it's okay. It was not your fault, yawntu. I'm just good at what I do." His smile clearly showed he was proud of being a good warrior

"Ok, then." You smiled back at him and the both of you laughed a bit.

Suddenly, he stopped smiling and his gaze dropped to your lips, that were not that far from his own lips, if it wasn't for that damn oxygen mask. You felt like he wanted to kiss you. The moment was awkward but in a good way. He could not kiss you with the mask on, so, instead, he smiled at you once again and looked down at the floor, bashful.

You touched his huge, gorgeous face and he looked up at you again "So, about what we were talking about before… Just try to be a little less… upfront about what you feel for me. I mean… sexually. I love that you want me this much because I want you too, Neteyam. A lot, actually. You're… really freaking hot." He smiled, blissful, and his cat-like eyes sparkled as he heard that, his ears perking up. "But you're a bit too much, at times. If you could just tone it down a bit…" Neteyam looked a little ashamed and insecure, so, you rubbed your thumb on his soft skin, to reassure him you still longed for him too "At least while I get used to your na'vi nature, it would be great. Please, try to understand me… It's a whole new world I'm just now discovering. But it doesn't mean I don't love you and don't want you and it doesn't mean you should feel insecure." You smiled gently, showing no teeth. 

Neteyam looked a bit sad again after you finished your sentence and you totally understood why. In his na'vi mind, you were practically rejecting him. That was who he truly was, animalistic and a bit too much to your human standards. He must feel like who he is was not enough or good in your eyes.

"Hey" You cupped his face again "I wanna do something. Just let me take this mask off, first." You wanted to reassure Neteyam of your feelings for him by giving him a kiss.

"Yawne, no! You can't breathe without it. You could die really fast! I'm not gonna let you do it."

"So you don't want a kiss, Neteyam Suli? I thought you'd want it, judging by the way you have been stalking me and by our interaction that night, outside my bedroom's window." You teased him and his face lit up

Neteyam gave you an excited smile. The way his full lips curled up as he quickly pondered about the pros and cons of your offer was so beautiful, almost hypnotizing.

God, you really were in love with that na'vi boy, weren't you? There's no going back now. He's holding your heart in his big, weird but cute, alien hands.

"I guess if we make it quick-"

"Shut up, Neteyam." You interrupted, chuckling playfully "I know you're dying to feel my lips on yours. Just help me take this mask off already." It was a bit hard for you to take the mask off while holding onto his shoulders. You knew he would not let you fall but still you wanted to still feel a bit of control and keep holding onto him too.

Neteyam got surprised by your boldness, since he did not see it coming, and he could only think about how freaking amazing it would feel to finally taste your lips, so, he did as you asked - leaving the mask hanging on your neck by the strap it had - and you rapidly held his big pretty, blue face, brought your lips to his and placed the most tender of kisses there, pressing your mouth against his mouth softly but with so much care, trying to let him feel how much you desired him too. His lips were velvety, warm and so incredibly good to kiss. God, you did not care that you were risking dying from lack of oxygen. You wanted that alien boy so badly.

Neteyam's still tense demeanor soon turned into a calmer one as he kissed you back. His hold on you got tighter as he felt your sweet soft lips on his. He felt so incredibly hungry for you. How could he not be? Your kiss was the most delicious thing he had ever felt in his whole life. You both shared saliva and wet each other's lips with each time your lips parted only slightly and came together again. Your soft skin made him want to squeeze you and never let you go again. Neteyam wanted to cuddle with you, wanted to wrap his tail around your small body in a possessive way to let you know you're his and that he would take care of you, hunt food to feed you and protect you from anything that could ever hurt you.

It was getting harder and harder for him not to lay you on the ground and press his body against your tiny one and make love to you right there but he knew that, thinking rationally, that was not a good idea at all, as the both of you were just outside a laboratory full of humans and you two could easily get caught and be in danger.

Even though Neteyam craved your body insanely, now even more than before, as he was finally feeling you close and tasting your lips, he was trying to take it as slow and gentle as he could because he wanted to respect your limits instead of scaring you away again. He understood you were human and your race acted in a very different way when it came to relationships. He still thought it to be a dumb way to lead things but it was you who was asking him to act differently and he loved you with his whole being. He could not bring himself to say "no" to that request. He knew it would be temporary and you soon would give into the na'vi that lives inside of you when it came to mating too. For you, Neteyam could wait. He knew things would soon change for the better. You were now in his arms, as the two of you kissed. You were no longer afraid of him. That was everything he needed at that moment. Things were already so much better.

Neteyam noticed you were having more and more trouble breathing, so he got worried and quickly put your oxygen mask back on.

You gasped for air and breathed in so much oxygen once you had your mask on that it might have been funny to watch, though Neteyam did not laugh. On the contrary, he seemed way too serious, way too worried about your safety. You wanted him to relax a bit.

"See how much I love you? I risked dying just to give you a kiss." You tried to speak normally but what came out of your mouth was a hoarse whisper instead, as your lungs were still in need of more air. A weak smile was adorning your lips as you struggled but still managed to let out a frail chuckle

"Don't say that, oeyä tawtute, please." Neteyam told you, trying to stay serious but still letting out a chuckle as well

"See the sacrifices I make for you, Neteyam?" You tried to seem mad at him at the beginning, only to start laughing shortly after, now that you finally had enough oxygen in your system to be able to let out an actual laugh, even if it still sounded weaker than your laughing would sound in another situation

He smiled big and teased you "Skxawng." (moron)

"But you love me." You closed your eyes while smiling, full of yourself

"I do." You opened your eyes to look at his face "More than you think, yawntu."

Your heartbeat accelerated intensely and you blushed. Neteyam found your blushed cheeks adorable. He looked at you so intensely, like he was holding the most precious thing in the world in his arms.

Neteyam knew he had just fallen even harder for you now that you both had kissed. He could not wait until he could be alone with you in a safe place and get to explore your body with his hands and kiss you all over. He almost got hard just thinking about that but he tried his hardest to whoosh that away. Neteyam was scared that feeling his bulge would be too much for you at that moment, specially since he knew he was much bigger than the human males you were used to. You might feel uncomfortable because of that difference and the sudden intimate feeling of his hard big cock against you and want to get out of his arms. Neteyam did not want that to happen. He needed you there a bit more, he was not ready to let you stand on your feet yet. And he was so afraid of you not wanting him close anymore, he was so afraid of perhaps ruining what you both had now. It was far too special for him. He could not let his sexual instincts ruin that. The time would come when you would let him in completely, when you would grant him permission to be inside of you and show you how much he craved your pussy, how much you messed with his head and awakened his most intense desires. Until then, he would wait and take baby steps. For you, he was capable of waiting for ages, though he hoped so strongly it would not take long.

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Anonymous asked: Hellooo this is a sfw request I hope that's okayyy! Can you do a hurt/comfort fic about how female reader used to be in an unhealthy relationship? And now, being in a healthy one with Leon, she's not used to it. So she usually thinks she has to serve him and do all the housework or she'll be in trouble, but he just gives her love and reassurance 🥺

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Warnings/tags: fem!reader, sfw, mentions of past toxic/abusive relationship, Leon is RE4 remake coded, hurt/comfort, use of pet names/terms of endearment.

-Divider by (saradika-graphics)!

It's always been this way, ever since you were with him, it was you who was expected to do the housework. Always you, it never mattered if you were tired or upset, he'd find a way to make you feel bad, guilty, hell, sometimes he'd even make you afraid, and even cause problems on purpose, all just to make you do the housework so his lazy ass could sit all day long and never lift a finger.

Well, thankfully the relationship was broken off, and later, you got with Leon. A gentleman. An absolute sweetheart. A couple of months into being with you, he'd start to notice some of the things that you do. You had just started living with him for a couple of months, and that's when he noticed it happening.

At first, you'd do a couple of chores around the house, cooking, since you think your cooking is much better than his, doing your own laundry, which then turned into you doing his laundry as well, and even changing the bed sheets every once and a while, among other things. You felt as if there was almost an obligation on you to do these things, to take care of the house and let him rest while you do so, but it didn't go unnoticed by him, and in the many times he insisted on doing certain chores, you ended up doing them before he did anyway, because you felt as though that was the right thing to do.

One night in the laundry room, you were getting ready to take the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer, but to your surprise, he came into the room and stopped you.

"Sweetheart, could we just talk for a moment? Here, gimme the basket.", it's quite obvious he's a little concerned about something. As you give him the basket and watch him hold it with one arm, you lean against the washing machine, "What is it baby? You alright?", you ask him as you start rubbing your hand up and down his free arm. He lets out a sigh then speaks, "I'm fine, but...I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while now, I just wanna know, why do you keep doing all of this?", he points to the basket in his hands and the washer and dryer, then continues talking, "You do almost all the housework, even when I have the energy to do it and I tell you that I'll do it, you do everything in this house, even when you're exhausted...why?".

You're staggered. You never thought he'd have any issues with your behaviour, or even find it odd or strange, you thought he'd like it, appreciate it, you thought he'd be happy with you...he certainly never showed any signs of being upset with you whenever you didn't do these chores, or even when he did some with you at the beginning of when you two started living together. It was like second nature to you; cook this, clean this, scrub this, wash this, or else he'll be angry at you. He?

This is not your ex. He's not him.

"I just....", you trail off, tears slowly starting to form in your eyes as you look at him. Upon seeing your expression, he immediately puts the laundry basket up on the dryer, and he brings you in for a tight hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck while rubbing your back. "Shh...I'm not angry at you, I'm not upset with you sweetheart, I just wanna know why...", his tone is gentle, comforting even, as he lets you cry it out a little. You lift your head up to look at him as he wipes your tears away, "I just want to make you happy...I thought it would make you happy...", you sniffle, and he puts his hand on the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. "Why? I never asked you to do all the housework, you're not getting paid for this you know, you're not a house cleaner that I hired...".

He smiles at you let a small laugh out at what he said, "I...it used to make my ex pretty happy you know...I'd...usually get in trouble if I didn't stuff like cooking and cleaning, he'd cause a lot of issues,", his face slightly twists in anger, "I....I thought you'd feel the same way he-...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...", you look away in embarrassment, it wasn't your fault that you'd thought that, but you still felt like it was. He puts his thumb on your chin and lifts your face up for him to look at, "I'm not angry at you, I know it's tough, and I can't imagine what you went through being with that piece of shit...but I won't ever get angry at you for not doing housework,", he lets out a sigh, "We live in this house together, and I love taking care of our home just as much as you do, I know it makes you happy doing some of the chores, but I wanna do them with you, I don't want our house and our relationship to feel like a burden on you...alright sweetheart? I'm already happy with you.", he gives you a small warm smile as his tired eyes soften, and you nod, burying your face into his neck again as he kisses your forehead.

These days, he does the chores alongside you, as he washes the dishes, you dry them, as you vacuum, he wipes the windows, as you change the sheets, he makes the bed, and now, you cook together. He took the weight of tiring chores and fear off of your shoulders, and offered you nothing but love, respect, and comfort.

[house-of-slayterr]

beloved 🥺

im normally not the one to come knocking, asking for comfort, but i truly had the worst day at work today (plus, it was a late shift). may i ask for a lil comfort with hannibal or halsin? 🥺🌻

if you wanna hug me, you gotta scrape me off the floor first /j slkfjskdfj

thank you so much for just reading this. absolutely no pressure!!

i love you and i hope your day was/will be good!!

Noooo wifey, who hurt you?! I’ll eat them! I’m sorry you had a bad day at work. Sending every hug in the world, I’ll get a nice new shovel to scrape you off the floor.

Of course you can have some Halsin and Hannibal comfort 🥰

Halsin:

You come back to camp after a long stressful day hard at work. Nothing seemed to go right, and the more the day went on you just wanted to curl up into a ball and hide yourself away. The hours ticked on until the sun started to set and it was finally time to rest for the evening. Hang up your aching bones on the shelf and just become a sleepy pile of mush.

At least, that was your plan, until something, or more aptly, someone caught your attention.

“Pretty flower come look” his voice calls as he spots you.

It’s something he’s taken to calling you, your beauty reminding him of the flowers from back home. And the minute he saw that smile on your face, and the blush in your checks the first time he called you it, he knew it would stick. You were his pretty flower, and he was your handsome bear. Something so simply it seemed everyone in the world understood besides the two of you.

You saunter over to him, and he’s yet to notice your sour demeanour.

“My pretty flower, look, I’ve found the most beautiful little duckling. He’s got spots”

Halsin holds out his hand to let you see the small creature, looking even smaller in his arms.

“Very cute” you reply half hearted.

He frowns, setting the duckling on his shoulder and cups your face in his hands.

“My precious petal, what’s wrong?”

“Hard day” you shrug.

Halsins frown deepens and he bends down to kiss your forehead.

“I’m sorry things are hard sometimes, but you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. If anyone can handle a bad day with grace, it’s you. But would you like to know something else?”

“What’s that?” You look up at him.

“Even the strongest warriors are better together than alone. Consider my evening yours. Whatever makes you happy we shall do.”

“Halsin you don’t have to-“

“Nonsense my dear. You deserve the world on a platter, anything less I simply won’t allow. Let me spoil you rotten, with praise, and affection and a sense of adventure. Allow me to make you feel much better.”

“That’s very kind of you Hal”

You warp your arms around his torso and give him a tight squish. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest as he hugs you back, before scooping you into his arms.

“Tonight I’ll treat you like a princess, and if you’ll allow me, I’d make you my queen forever.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips when he see no protest in your eyes or body language. And he pulls away smiling.

“You are my heart, pretty flower, let me fill yours with love. No more thinking tonight. You just relax while I take care of you.”

Hannibal:

Hannibal heard the sound of the door open before you even had your coat off. He takes off his reading glasses and sets them on his desk, getting up to come greet you.

“Evening my love” he says when he sees you, but his face instantly drops reading your body language. “What happened?”

“Just work stuff, it’s stupid” you try to brush off.

“Now dove” he gently grabs your chin making you look at him, “you know better than to lie to me. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours darling.”

You give a heavy sigh, it almost impossible to say no to the charming man before you. He takes your hand bringing you to come sit on the couch, his hand comfortingly stoke your thigh as he listens to you rant about your day.

You can see his jaw tense occasionally in distaste about the travesties of your day.

“I think you’re too good for that place” he admits with no shame or guilt.

Why would he, he thinks you’re one of the best people he’s ever met. Never even once has he thought about tasting you in a way other than a gentle kiss, or more passionate endeavours. But you were his sacred lamb, the one who made him better, made him want to be better. If anyone made you sad they were sure to be added to the menu. Not that he’d ever force you to eat it, but he’ll surely enjoy his meal.

“That’s sounds quite unfortunate little lamb. I’m terrible sorry you’ve suffered so today. Let me make it up to you. Dinner and a nice glass of wine, then after a massage and I’ll draw you a warm bath. How does that sound?”

“Amazing” you admit, looking at him softly. “You’re absolutely amazing”

You give him a quick peck on the cheek, earning you a rare laugh from the stoic dr.

“It is you who is amazing my love. You bring joy and meaning to so many lives around you. And if they don’t notice your hard work, I certainly do. The world will see your value as I do someday my darling. But until then I will offer you the praise they so thoughtlessly lack”

He kisses you back gently, a proper kiss this time. One that can show you his feelings. One that leaves you feeling worshiped.

“Let me pamper you my little lamb. Maybe perhaps I’ll even watch one of those shows you enjoy, if you behave for me and don’t lift a finger to help with dinner or the washing up. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He smiles at you, whisking you away to be pampered for the night. Figuring his work can wait until later. He cooks you a magnificent feast of all your favourites. Even if he wouldn’t typically approve of them in his diet. He whispers sweet nothings and small praise to you as he gives the massage, making sure you understand just how important and loved you are.

Him joining you in the bath is up to you, he wouldn’t mind either way, just pleased that you needed him for comfort and happy to take care of your burdens. You end up falling asleep one his chest with your comfort show on as he plays with your hair. Hoping your dreams will drive away any stress left in your body so you’re up to spirits in the morning.

An: ahhh sorry if this is bad beloved, I was making dinner and writing at the same time and just wanted to get it to you quick, so it’s not proof read at all 😅 but I hope you like it, I really tried. Still getting back into writing so I’m not as confident about it right now.

[euphor1a]

Yin to my yang | jjk

↬ pairing: jungkook x f!oc

↬ genre: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut.

↬ summary: “I don’t wanna sound cliché or anything, but you are the yin to my yang, y’know what I mean?”

Or, Jeon Jungkook was your knight in shining armor since the moment he entered your life. From being your rock during the toughest times, to being the most supportive and proud best friend imaginable, he was everything and beyond. Until now, that is, because you need to tell him how you feel before it’s too late, and the more you look at Jungkook, the more scared you are of messing it up. Little do you know that he’s on the very same boat.

↬ rating: 18+ (minors dni)

↬ word count: ~8.9K

↬ warnings/tags: character death, grief/mourning, mentions of controlling partner; explicit sexual content: profanity, dom/sub undertones, praising, dirty talk, pet names, breast play, fingering, cunnilingus, big d*ck!jk (cause yEAH), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, rough sex, etc. — this is a work of fiction, and it doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌺 a/n ꒱ this is something i’m really proud of /srs 🥺! happy holidays everyone, i hope this sweet little story reaches your hearts 💗! be mindful of the pov changes and flashbacks though (hope they are not too confusing)! and, enjoy! (banner cr.)

[You, 9:42 pm] gguk? can you come over, please? 

[You, 9:44 pm] well, if possible…

He must be busy packing and preparing for next week. Your grip on the phone tightens at the thought, eyes taking in the intricate details of its protective case with a thrumming pain in your chest. This artsy case was made by Jungkook several months back. He’s always been amazing at painting and craft, and when he saw the trend of hand-painted phone cases, he just had to make matching ones for his and your phone. You remember the proud smile on your best friend’s face when you told him that you loved it so much.

“This is… perfect, Gguk. I’m at a loss of words. I love this. I love you.” 

He wraps you up in a tight hug, chin resting on your head as he rocks you both side to side. “I’m so glad to hear that, muffin. I love you very much too.” 

Letting out a shaky breath, you look up at the dark expanse of the night sky above you. The half-moon shines bright with almost no clouds around, paired up with countless stars embedded like diamonds on the dark velvet. It truly looks so mesmerizing, crafted with such care, as if nature knew which collective placement will be the best beforehand. A small smile curls your lips gently. It reminds you of his eyes. You can go on and on about how Jungkook has the most beautiful eyes. On the other hand, Jungkook strongly disagrees, debating that yours are much more hypnotic and gorgeous. A fond sigh escapes your lips, the heaviness inside your heart seemingly increasing.

Your right hand unconsciously takes hold of the yin locket placed right over your chest, which dangles from a silver chain. The yang one belongs to him, and you mindlessly wonder if he’s wearing it right now. When he bought these last year on valentine’s, he made it clear that he wants to wear them always and forever. Something you had agreed to do too. You can still vividly picture the wide grin plastered on his face during the whole ordeal.

An involuntary shiver runs down your spine when you remember how his hot breath had fanned over your neck, his long fingers closing the clasp of the chain before gripping on your shoulder. He was beyond happy and proud of himself. 

Within a certain distance between each other, the magnets inside the pendants lock them in; putting yin and yang where they belong — together. 

Last year, on Valentine’s Day

“Yin and Yang, huh? God, that’s so cheesy,” you mutter shyly, avoiding his gaze at all costs. You’re certain if you look up at him, you’ll get that mushy feeling in your chest again. 

“Yeah. I don’t really wanna sound cliché or anything, but you are the yin to my yang, y’know?” 

“... Gross.” 

Jungkook smacks the side of your head playfully, mocking your tone, “Gross! Yeah, gross. That’s why you’re not looking at me. Because you don’t want me to see your kawaii ass happy eyes.” 

Shit, busted.

You try to change the topic immediately, knowing that he’ll most likely continue calling you out. “Why… why are you suddenly giving me this, Gguk? And today out of all days? Don’t tell me that you’re in love with me.” 

He groans at that, earning a snicker from you. “Relax, relax, I was just teasing you.” 

You don’t notice, but his shoulders droop subtly. Oh, how he wishes that you weren’t just teasing him. 

Done and over with small talk, Jungkook is quick to put the accessory on both of you. Before you can comprehend further, he’s standing just a few inches away from you, those pools of honey looking at you earnestly. “Ready to see the magic?” 

It’s like he knows how to make you weak in the knees. You just nod, not trusting your voice with this one. There’s this knowing smirk on his face you absolutely despise. God, you’d kill to kiss that smirk off his face. If you just lean in a little right now? Your lips will press perfectly against those pretty pink ones.

Click.

Broken out of your reverie, you blink rapidly, remembering why you two were standing so close in the first place. The yin and yang pendants he bought. 

When your eyes find his, you suddenly feel the urge to pull him closer and maybe touch your foreheads together. But you really shouldn’t. He’s still your best friend, after all. 

“Look how cool!” Jungkook squeals, eyes wide with astonishment and awe. You tilt your head down, watching the joined yin and yang gently dangling in the air between you two. 

Why does he gotta be so endearing?

As you look up to meet his eyes again, you freeze. Is he… leaning towards you? Swallowing nervously, you look down again, praying that he’s not able to hear the frantic beating of your heart.

“I think I should disconnect them. Unless you wanna stay like this.” There’s a certain suggestion in his tone that makes your stomach jump.

“Um— yeah. You should. I’d rather get stuck in a basement alone than what you’re saying.”

“Wow. And here I thought you liked me.” He pouts, his hands coming up to hold the yin and yang. 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You try your best to look away from his hands but struggle to do so. Lord, why did you have to make him so perfect? 

You don’t know how long it has been, the only thing you know is that you are not going to look at Jungkook. You won’t look at his furrowed brows and his little pout, or his veiny hands that work hard to pull on the pendants.

“See how hard it is to separate them? Just like us.” Laughing amusedly for a moment, Jungkook refocuses onto the joined yin yang. He really is trying his best, using all of the core strength he can muster. You giggle, noticing that his face is turning red from the effort.

“What happened, muscle man?” You tease, hands covering his bigger ones that hold the yin and yang. He grumbles, lips forming into his signature pout — completely unaware of your heart that melts on point. Squeezing his hands in your hold, you huff, “At least let me try? You’ve tried for long enough now.”

Jungkook looks up to meet your eyes. “Fiiiine. Only because you’re being whiny and it’s distracting me.” 

Who is he kidding, again? Being this close to you affected him much more than he’d like to admit. And then you had to come even closer and hold onto his hands like he’s the most delicate thing ever. Fuck, are you doing this on purpose? Can you hear his heartbeat? Dang it, he probably looks like a fool right now. 

Slipping his hands out of your grasp hastily, Jungkook motions you to try. “Don’t chicken out now, will you?” 

“In your dreams,” you clap back, trying to turn the locked pendants in separate directions. He snorts, proceeding to criticize your approach until he hears a gentle click.

“F-fuck, how did you—” 

“I guess working out in the gym for hours didn’t really pay off, tsk tsk.” You pout at him in a provoking manner, eyes glinting as you lean down to touch his firm chest. Jungkook freezes momentarily, tongue wetting his lower lip while he watches you tuck the chain inside his hoodie. “There you go.”

He shakes his head, unsure if he’s relieved or disappointed. However, just as you start to retreat, his reflexes kick in, strong hands curling around your waist to hoist you up in the air. “You break my heart; I thought you liked that I go to gym.” 

Ignoring him completely, you shriek, “Put me down!! Oh my god, you’ll drop me. AAAAA!” You are unable to see the knowing smirk on his face as you writhe against his hold. “I swear to God, Jeon— you either put me down or you get kicked in the nuts.” 

“Mm. You may try,” Jungkook hums, face subtly resting against your chest. “But you keep forgetting that I’m the one here with a taekwondo black belt.” 

“Fuck you.” You frown at him. He really has a way to get on your nerves. Here you are trying to save yourself from further embarrassment, and he’s being a clueless dumb little boy about it. Oh, why is he like this? You’re quite sure that he can feel your pebbled nipples pressing into his skin. 

Jungkook snickers, loosening his grasp around you. “I’d love to, baby.” 

There it is again. The most infuriating shit-eating grin that Jeon Jungkook masters. You take a deep breath to compose yourself first, thoughts jumbled up from being this close to him.

“You’re so insufferable, you know that?” A huff escapes you, hands defensively covering your chest. You really hope that he didn’t register it. You’ll most certainly want the Earth to swallow you alive if he mentions anything about your—

“Don’t act like a diva.” Jungkook rolls his eyes in the cutest way possible, making you scoff.

“You’re talking about yourself, right?”

“Pffft, you wish.” 

Friendship and love. These two are very different, yet strikingly similar. True friendship is about trusting each other intently, caring for them unconditionally, and being ready to help your friend through life’s hardships. Strangely enough, love itself consists of all these things… but you just feel them harder, almost like a fever that numbs your senses. 

Over the years, you’ve always thought of friendship and love very separately. But right now, you wonder if they are the different sides of the same card? Because the way you’ve been feeling for your best friend for more than three years now, sure isn’t how you should feel about a friend, best or not. 

The biggest possibility is that you have, in fact, fallen in love with Jungkook and it ignites strange emotions inside you, which are probably led by some crazy hormones you don’t even know about. As exciting and ecstatic that makes you feel, you can’t deny how the constant fear of losing him makes your heart clench uncomfortably. You simply can’t afford that, he’s the only one you have at this moment.

Oh Jungkook… if only… 

At first, your initial thought was that you’re just super attached to him after all these years. And that’s why you suddenly started feeling protective of him when Jungkook talked about a female colleague who impressed him by her skills, or the sweet barista girl who always flirted with him. 

But as more time passed, it slowly became clear to you that it was not because you’re attached to Jungkook as a friend. It was… much more than that. And the thought scared you. Because you knew that you shouldn’t feel this way for him.

After all, he isn’t just your best friend of almost six long years… he’s also that person who helped you through your toughest times and till this day, there is no one else in this world who can understand you like Jungkook does. 

The story of how you two met isn’t exactly what people will consider as convenient. But it’s something you are, and you will always be grateful for. For him, because you wouldn’t be here otherwise. His endless support and care are the reason why you are an aspiring geologist today, following your childhood dream. You wonder if your mum and papa are watching you from heaven, feeling proud of you as you’re doing something you’ve always loved.

Six years ago, early March,

You sit in complete silence, yet you can hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears. For a moment, you just wish for this cruel world to take you away… just where it took your parents — your family, your best friends.

It’s been more than a month since you saw your universe collapsing in front of your eyes. And you couldn’t do anything about it. You were only able to tumble on the ground pathetically when you heard the policeman informing you about the car accident that snatched your world away from you. 

The sudden sound of the front door opening alerts you, making you sit up straight. Mr. or Mrs. Jeon must be here with the food supplies along with other household items a teenage girl would need. Mrs. Jeon texted you about it nearly an hour ago.

Mr. Jeon was one of your father’s colleagues, but they were very close friends outside of their professional relationship. With no immediate family left after your parents’ death, Mr. Jeon and Mrs. Jeon immediately took you under their wings. Though, you insisted that you live in your home, where you grew up, instead of moving in with them. You provided the explanation that you were already fifteen and some years later you would have to move away for higher education anyway; so, you wanted to learn how to be on your own. Both of them were hesitant at first, but they respected your wishes. Jeons had their own conditions, of course, visiting you thrice a week and providing everything they could possibly think of.

You are grateful, obviously, but deep down you can’t help but feel like a burden to the Jeon family. They have two beautiful sons, as you had learnt from your late father. He told you how amazing both of them were, especially the eldest one, Jungkook. Eight-year old yourself had felt stupidly jealous of this twelve-year old guy your father was praising. So, you pouted and complained that you were a very good daughter too. You remember how he chuckled, ruffled your hair and kissed your forehead. Following up with, “Damn right you are! My princess is the best!” 

A lone tear runs down your right cheek from that memory, and you rush to dry it with the back of your hand. This is not the time, you think, knowing very well that they’ll be knocking at your bedroom door soon. Surely enough, the sound of knuckles rapping against your door can be heard seconds later, stopping the train of your thought. “Wait a second,” you mumble, standing up and making yourself presentable.

Opening the door timidly, you look up, ready to greet Mr. Or Mrs. Jeon, but—

Who is this? Did someone break into your house? Is he carrying weapons? 

You carefully size up the tall guy standing in front of you cautiously. Sporting an all-black ensemble and with the visible part of a tattoo on his hand, he surely gives off the dream emo boy vibes girls drool over. However, that is just the start. When you finally meet his eyes, you notice just how beautiful he really is. Long and wavy black hair casually falling over those big doe eyes, striking jaw and a beautiful mole right under his bottom lip, skin so beautiful that it can make you jealous… He looks like a Greek god, crafted with love. You are so busy admiring that you don’t realize that Mrs. Jeon is standing right behind the stranger.

“____, sweet baby, how are you today?” 

You snap back to reality, noticing her right behind this… alluringly handsome stranger. “Oh! Mrs. Jeon, I’m– I’m alright, I guess. How are you?” 

She smiles warmly, “Do you still feel uncomfortable with calling me by my name? I’m good, thank you, sweetheart.” 

You nod wordlessly, indeed uncomfortable by the thought of calling a mother figure like her by her name. She reaches out to squeeze your shoulder. “C’mon, let’s head downstairs and meet your new friend.” 

Your body freezes, eyes locking with the guy who is now standing by your door frame. He offers you a shy smile, rubbing the back of his head and looking down nervously.

It was awkward, to say the least. You were certainly sure that Jungkook’s mother had set you two up because you mentioned that you felt lonely. However, he was very kind and caring towards you from the start, even when you weren’t sure how to feel about him. He never gave you false hopes about how it will get easier for you like everyone did. Whenever you two were spending time together, Jungkook was always incredibly considerate towards your feelings. He held both of your hands whenever you were having a breakdown, never once asking for a reason, or telling you some bullshit about being strong. He would tell you that your emotions are valid, that grief is hard to handle, and you were trying your best, always making sure to buy you some comfort food later. It took you a few months, but you were starting to trust him, slowly letting him in until you two turned out to be inseparable within nine months.

Picnics with him on weekends was the thing that basically kept you going. He would take you to the best spots he knew around the town, treating you with his homemade sliders and cupcakes because you really liked those. Sometimes he’d buy you ice cream or hot chocolate depending on the weather. You remember walking side by side and holding hands. Jungkook often complained about how cold your hands were, but he held them anyway because he liked the fragrance of your hand cream.

You remember the sleepless nights spent crying in his arms. He let you sob into his embrace, rubbing your back soothingly as you told him how much you hated this world. He would hold you all night, whispering sweet validations while rocking you back and forth. Jungkook made you feel secure and loved no matter how worse you had been feeling on the first hand. You thought of him as your guardian angel. And you quickly realized how easy it is to love him. So, you did. Loved him with your whole heart, not knowing what that feeling would turn into. 

Four years ago, On Jungkook’s birthday

You let out another hiccup, leaning onto your best friend’s firm chest for support. It’s presumably your first time consuming any sort of alcohol, and that too, mistakenly. After one glass of this extremely strong drink, you feel like the world around you is spinning. “I promise I ask– *hiccup* asked for a mocktail. I dunno what they gave– to me.” 

“Who gave you the drink, muffin? That asshole is gonna catch these fists, I swear to fucking god.” He pulls you closer protectively, his eyes scanning the crowded living room of his downtown apartment for an empty space. Jungkook needs to get you out of here. “Think you can walk to the bedroom? You can rest there for the rest of this party,” he murmurs into your ear, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face.

“Yeah... I think *hiccup* so…”

“Okay. But hold on tightly, hm? You’re wearing heels so you need to be careful.” You nod, arms tightening around his waist as he guides you to the end of the room. But soon enough, you trip and hit your head hard against his back, a pained whimper escaping you.

Jungkook turns around immediately, cupping your face in his hands. “Are you okay, ____? Where is it hurting?” 

Extremely tired and not able to stand on your own anymore, you rest yourself against him. His strong hands hold you steady by the waist, your head falling back in the comfort of his chest. “Ugh… ‘m okay don’t worry, ‘m sorry Gguk… I– *hiccup* I don’t want to move.”

“It’s okay, shhh, I’ll take you.” Without any other word, he picks you up in bridal style. You wind your arms around his neck, nuzzling his neck affectionately and inhaling his musky cologne. People give you weird looks while Jungkook swerves through the crowd. 

Once inside his bedroom, he settles you down on his bed gently. You smile at him gratefully. “Thank you so much… and ‘m sorry for being such a bother.” 

“Shush and try to sleep. Your body has given up entirely.” He shakes his head, helping you out of your shoes. Soon after, Jungkook grabs a hoodie from a nearby chair and hands it to you. “Change to this. I don’t think that dress is… comfortable.” He points at the red bodycon you are wearing. 

“Oh. Um… I’m not wearing a bra underneath.” You lower your head immediately, clutching the soft clothing to your chest. From the corner of your eye, you notice how his ears are turning red. He opens and closes his mouth several times, failing to get any words out. It makes you even more flustered. 

The door to his bedroom files open suddenly, catching both of you off-guard. Jungkook’s girlfriend walks in with fire in her eyes, slamming the door shut behind her. “I literally cannot believe you two. I trusted you, Jungkook. I trusted ____ too, but I guess I have been too blind!” 

“What the fuck? Are you seriously implying that right now? Don’t jump to any conclusions, baby. You’ve misunderstood.” Jungkook is out of breath as he looks at Lulu, but her attention has already shifted towards you.

“She is underage, Kook! What the fuck! What were you two doing? Oh my god I’m — didn’t know that you’ve already turned into a homewrecker whore, ____.” 

“LULU! Watch your mouth!” Jungkook stands between you and his girlfriend, blocking her vision as she was glaring at you bitterly. Even though you feel numb, the burn of your tears is painful.

“I.. I was feeling unwell, so Gguk carried me here. I was just about to lie down and rest when you barged in, Lulu. Please don’t throw accusations without knowing what actually happened.” 

“Yeah. Definitely. I can see that. I should’ve asked Jungkook to distance himself beforehand when I noticed how touchy touchy you can get. But Jungkook? I really thought that you’re better than this.” 

He inhales a shaky breath, and from the way his hands form into fists, you know that he’s struggling to contain his anger. “Do you really mind calming the fuck down, babe? Because you’re not making any sense. We’re best friends, of course we will hug and hold hands and do stuff that best friends do! What do you mean by that phrase? You know damn well that I’ll never distance myself from her because of some insecure person’s paranoia! And you wanna know the truth? I thought that you were better than this too.” 

A pained mewl escapes you, your eyes blurring with tears as you feel the throbbing pain in your head increasing tenfold. Jungkook looks at you immediately, reaching for your side and holding your shoulders. “Hey, hey it’s okay, muffin, everything will be okay. I’m here. Shhh.” Those are the last words you hear before blacking out.

++

After who knows how long, you feel your senses coming back to you. The first thing you register is that your throat is extremely dry and burning. “Water…” you mumble almost inaudibly. But, when a cold feeling against your lips surprises you moments later, you open your eyes.

“Drink it,” Jungkook encourages, his hand holding the glass steadily close to your mouth. You nod before downing some of it, a sigh escaping you as the cool liquid soothes your throat.

“Are you okay, muffin? I was so fucking worried, gosh.” He places the glass on the bedside table, not once looking away from you.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing you whisper, reaching for his hand and squeezing it in your hold. You’ve never felt more ashamed in your life before.

“For what? If it’s about the whole scene with Lulu– I swear—”

“For everything. I ruined your birthday party. I ruined what you had with Lulu. I ruined everything. I’m… I’m so sorry. Did you manage to talk it out with her?”

“We broke up.” His voice is strangely cold.

“Oh my god— I– Gguk I’m so sorry?! It’s my fault. Gosh, I… hate myself.” 

“I’m glad she broke up with me. And I don’t regret anything.” Jungkook smiles at you. “Try to get some sleep now, okay? It’s late.” 

“Gguk… what are you saying? I have seen how happy you two looked together– aren’t you, like, upset?” you press further, not believing your own ears. What is he saying? 

“You need to rest, muffin. We’ll talk about this later.” He stands up from his bed, and you just notice that he has changed into a simple gray tee and a pair of black shorts. 

“I won’t be able to sleep if you don’t tell me.” Your voice is surprisingly firm, a sigh escaping him. He takes a seat beside you on the bed, looking at you with gentleness in his eyes.

“Lulu… I was happy with her. Until she started to get really controlling. You remember how she was talking about telling me to distance myself beforehand? … Yeah. A month back she said that my friendship with you makes her uncomfortable. We argued and it ended up being a huge thing. She’s been quite toxic since then.” 

“Oh… I’m so sorry that you had to face that. And I’m sorry for being a problem.”

Jungkook grumbles, his face inching closer to yours until it’s hovering just a few centimeters away. “Say that again and I’ll shut you up. You’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I’m not gonna lose you for some stupid ass relationship!” 

You giggle at that, reaching out to stroke his jawline. “Stupid ass relationship? Says the man who can’t go a day without whining about some sort of intimacy. ‘It’s not my fault that physical touch is my love language, I feel lonely if I’m not being touched!’”

“You little minx!” Jungkook pretends to pounce on you, starting a playfight. You giggle and try to dodge his blows. He grabs a nearby pillow in response, hitting your head with it. 

“Oww,” you whine, falling back on the bed. That, however, makes him roll his eyes.

“Such a drama queen.” 

Two years ago, Christmas Eve 

The warmth from the fireplace does absolutely nothing to make you feel warm. The hollowness in your chest feels bigger with all these festive decorations around, but thankfully, he’s still here.

“Listen, if you want me to fight that asshole you just need to say the word.” Jungkook pulls you to his chest, fixing the blanket you’re wrapped up with. You just shake your head and snuggle up to him. He only huffs, complaining, “Fine. Whatever. I’ll break his nose either way.” 

“He doesn’t even deserve that. I don’t want you to waste your time on him like me.” 

“Ooo, sick burn. That’s my girl.” He pats your back before checking the clock, sighing. “My family will come over soon though… Are you gonna stay here with me or go back to your apartment?” 

“I’ll go back to my apartment. And no, you’re not coming to drop me off. It’s literally a block away.” You detangle yourself from his embrace, folding the blanket neatly before fixing your sweater.

“I know you hate anything family related, but would it be really bad if you spend it with me?” He holds onto your hand, giving you those big, doe eyes. Another wave of sadness hits you and you look at your feet.

“I’m sorry Jungkook. I just… can’t. Plus, I promised my roommate that we’ll be having a movie marathon and loads of junk food. She hates Christmas too.” 

“We’ll still have our 3-hour call though, right? I’ll text you after midnight.” He stands up, hugging you tightly and dropping a kiss on your temple.

“Of course. That’s our tradition. There’s no way that we’re breaking it.” You smile, closing your eyes from the peace you feel. Jungkook always knows how to make you feel better, no matter how bad the situation is.

Back to present

At this moment, you realize just how much you hate yourself for not telling him before. Could it have ruined your friendship? Maybe, maybe not; it’s impossible to tell. But at least, that way you wouldn’t have to cry over him a week before he’s moving away. To another country where he has many more opportunities as a freestyle dancer.

You should be happy. For all these years, you’ve seen Jungkook working his ass off, doing what not to follow his dreams. Although a part of you is immensely proud of him, it’s shadowed by the part which seeks his presence near you forever, refusing to budge. 

As you’re completely lost in your thoughts, you fail to notice the tall figure standing a few feet away from where you are seated. Rustle of clothes and soft padding sounds of naked feet drift closer, breaking you out of your reverie.

“Gguk. You came.” 

It’s hard to recognize your own voice as it rings in your ears. So broken and nasally that it makes you cringe internally. Gosh, how much did you cry? 

Plopping down on the soft blanket you had laid out hours ago, Jungkook shakes his head with a snort. “Why are you so surprised? We literally live in neighboring buildings, and I own a spare key to your apartment.”

With an affirmative hum, you wiggle closer to him, desperate to feel his warmth. A strong, tattooed hand wraps around your shoulders automatically, pulling you closer as if on instinct. Once settled, both of you sigh in unison.

“You were crying again, weren’t you?” The question seems a bit accusatory, but there’s only worry laced in his voice. 

Your chest tightens, Jungkook knows you like the back of his hand and lying most certainly won’t work. That’s why you opt to choose silence, nuzzling his shoulder for a moment before resting your head on it. The musky scent of him engulfs you like a tight hug almost immediately.

Jungkook huffs out a breath, his left hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes meet his enticing ones, stealing air from your lungs and leaving you slightly breathless. He hesitates to break the fragile silence between the two of you for several moments before giving in. “I promised that we’ll keep in touch regularly and do facetime when needed, didn’t I? I know it’s hard for you, hell, it’s hard for me too, but it hurts so much to see you like this. Please, ____. Be strong for me?”

“I’m trying my best,” it’s almost inaudible, followed by a mumbled admission, “I can’t live without you. I don’t have anyone else.”

Jungkook reaches out wordlessly, taking the hold of your other hand and interlacing your fingers together. The comfortingly gentle warmth of his touch makes your heart flutter, an involuntary shiver running down your spine. You notice how your smaller hand fits perfectly in his large and slightly calloused one’s grasp.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you cast your eyes down in an attempt to hide the emotions that might be displaying on the blank canvas of your face.

He has no idea what he does to your poor heart, does he?

But then, Jungkook brings your hand up to his lips, your whole body alight with anticipation as he drops a chaste kiss on your knuckles. “We’ll be alright. I promise,” he whispers against your skin, offering a half-hearted smile.

You can feel the way you are slowly crumpling under the pressure of your own emotions. A part of you yearns to tell him everything right here, right now, but another part, which carries the fear of messing everything up is enough to make your heart stop beating. 

Being in love isn’t as easy as people make it look like, you think, struggling to hold back tears that fight to break out. 

“Excuse me for a second,” you manage to choke out while standing up, dashing towards the bathroom. You don’t know if he has followed you or not, but you quickly lock the door, turning the shower on to muffle any type of sounds from you.

On the other hand, Jungkook stands in front of the bathroom door silently. His heartbeat is so loud that one might say that it’s gonna beat out of his chest. He’s anxious, fuck, he’s scared. What if you do something stupid? He’ll never be able to forgive himself if something happens to you.

He knows you and how your mind works. He knows that you feel like a selfish piece of shit for wanting him to stay here with you. And he hates that. He hates it because even after knowing exactly what you’re going through, he can’t help. 

There’s a constant battle going on in Jungkook’s system — a battle between his heart and his brain. The logical side of him still wants to move away and follow his dreams. Why? Because what if you don’t reciprocate his feelings? What if he’s just a friend to you? Will he be able to continue living his life normally if that happens? Will you be willing to continue this friendship? 

But, the part of him that is blindly in love with you, that wants to be with you forever, begs him to stay here and never let you go. He can’t possibly breathe air properly without you by his side. Maybe he sounds like a fool, but he doesn’t care. He needs to make a decision, and he needs to do it soon.

++ 

Devastating sobs wreck your body, your knuckles going numb from the pressure on them. You clutch on the sink for dear life, struggling to breathe properly as you feel the world closing in on you. Your head hurts and it feels like every single cell in your body is screaming at you. Do something, do anything. Please.

With the last ounce of strength you have left, you turn off the shower. Your sweaty palms slip on the door lock. So, you wipe them in a towel, fumbling with the lock again. It takes a while but the door creaks, announcing its opening. 

Jungkook wastes no time to get you out of the confines of the bathroom. His heart breaks when he notices your state, body shaking, eyes red and clothes soaked. “Muffin…” he trails off, his own eyes tearing up.

“I– I want to tell you something. Before you leave this damsel in distress behind for good. Just promise that you won’t hate me.”

“You’re not a damsel in distress! Shut up! And you think I can hate you? Wow. I don’t even know what to say.” A few tears escape his eyes, and you reach out to brush them away with your thumb.

“Why are you crying?” 

“Are you kidding me right now? Do you know how fucking scared I was? I thought— I thought—”

“Shh.” You press your index finger against his lips. Jungkook stops breathing for a second, watching you come closer. His hands wrap themselves around your waist instinctively. Your chest is heaving, wet clothes uncomfortably sticking to your skin as you lean into his touch. You let your lips press against his neck, his arms tightening around your sides. “I love you, Jeon Jungkook. And before you be a dumb little boy and say that you love me too, ‘m gonna tell you that I don’t mean it in a friendly way. I’m in love with you. I want you to kiss me whenever you’re in need of intimacy, I want you to cuddle me to sleep at night, I want to go out on our dream dates and cook our meals together, I want to be yours. Body and soul.” 

When you’re done whispering your confession against the sensitive skin of his neck, you realize that he’s still holding his breath. “Say that again.” He clenches his jaw, his heart rate dangerously high. 

“I love you. I want to be yours. I want to do cute couple shit with you and make everyone jealous.” The next thing you know is that you’re pressed up against the nearby wall, hands pinned over your head. Jungkook looks at you like he’s looking at a newly found ____, his breathing uneven.

“I love you too. So fucking much. I’m gonna make you mine and give you the whole fucking universe because you fucking deserve it.” 

You lean in to press your lips against his, to which he eagerly complies. Although it starts off as a cautious and sweet kiss, it doesn’t take much time to turn heated and incredibly needy. Jungkook growls, sucking onto your lower lip before prying his tongue inside the hot welcoming pool of your mouth. You moan immediately, euphoria coursing through your veins when your tongues start fighting for dominance. He wins the battle soon enough, controlling the pace while his hands explore your body.

He takes his sweet time to explore your mouth as well as the sensitive spots all over your body. Discarding your clothes hastily to feel your skin against him, he rips off your bralette. But you don’t care. You too, follow his lead and pull away slightly so that you can remove the layers of clothing from his body. 

Jungkook has you entirely naked except the yin necklace in seconds, his muscular arms throwing you over his shoulder in a frenzy and carrying you to the bed. You whine as you still try to pull off his pants, and he chuckles. 

“You’re unreal, baby. Look at you, so beautiful,” he coos, looking at your splayed form on the bed. The more he looks, the more it makes you feel shy. You cross your legs and cover your chest with your hands, closing your eyes and whining again. “No, no. Don’t hide yourself. Let me see you, please. I’ve waited for so long, baby.” 

You feel the bed dipping, his weight joining you on the bed as he hovers over you. You feel his yang chain dangling in the air between you two. He gently pushes away your hands and legs, leaving you bare and vulnerable under him. “You’re so pretty, my pretty little babygirl.” Jungkook notices the yin pendant resting next to your head, a wide smile blooming on his face. “Oh. You’re wearing it too?” 

“We promised that we’ll always wear them,” you whisper, fluttering your eyes open. Two pools of honey look back at you fondly, leaning down while placing the yin pendant on your chest.

Click.

“Yin to my yang.” He nuzzles your nose before touching your foreheads together. You smile, pulling him in for another kiss.

Jungkook trails wet, open-mouthed kisses over your jaw, neck and collarbones. You moan when he finds a majorly sensitive area. He lets his right hand massage your breasts, breathy whimpers falling off of your lips. His mouth sucks on the nape of your neck, wetness gathering between your legs from his ministrations. 

“Oh, Gguk…” Threading fingers through his hair, you pull him even closer, desperately wanting him as close as humanly possible. The groan he lets out vibrates against your skin. He finds your lips once again, fingers pulling and pinching on your hardened nipples.

“Fuck, oh god,” you moan when Jungkook briefly licks on your stiffened peak, gauging your reaction before diving in. He presses your tits together, hungrily licking and sucking onto them while kneading the soft flesh. 

“So responsive, fucking hell.” He mutters under his breath, his eyes trained on your movements as you writhe under him from pleasure. Your fingers are still buried in the strands of his dark hair, pulling on them for dear life. He grunts and groans, grazing his teeth teasingly over your nipple.

“Oh my god!” your body shudders, a sudden release catching both of you off-guard as you cry and moan in pleasure. Jungkook watches you ride out the high lustfully, a guttural sound leaving his throat.

“Already? But I didn’t do anything yet, baby.” 

You try to catch your breath, stuttering a reply, “Sorry– ugh, ‘m sorry— I didn’t know that I–”

“It’s okay, I liked it. It was sexy,” he nudges his nose with yours, fingers running up and down your sides. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this… I’m sorry.” 

“Shh.” Jungkook shushes you, unlocking the yin and yang and letting your locket slide back on the bed. “Want to taste you.” Giving you one last kiss on the mouth, he continues to press butterfly kisses on your skin, following the path between your breasts. He smiles when he feels your hand reaching to intertwine with his. He places random kisses all over your tummy, inching downwards until he’s finally facing your mound. 

“You’re glistening, baby, already so wet and ready.” He hums, parting your nether lips and admiring the slick flesh hiding under it. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long now,” Jungkook mutters, flattening his tongue against your core to lick a fat stripe.

“Gguk!” you whimper, thighs spreading further on its own accord. His nose briefly presses on the swollen nub as he provides you several kitten licks. 

“You taste so sweet. Like a muffin.” His voice is dangerously low, and it goes straight through your cunt. You shiver and mewl. If he doesn’t pick up speed, you might just lose your mind.

Thankfully, he himself is losing his patience. Jungkook enters your dripping cunt with his tongue. A groan escapes him when he feels your gummy muscles squeezing him appreciatively. 

He grunts, pushing harder and deeper, your essence filling his mouth. Your toes curl, and he softly brushes his thumb on your clit. You moan loudly, hips bucking up. As you try to move with him, tongue delving in and out, he thumbs your clit and rolls it in tight circles.

Your back arches, effectively pushing your pussy more into his face. Jungkook groans at the feeling. Your whimpers paired up with the sound of him eating you out bounces off the bedroom walls. 

Your hand tightens its hold on his hand, the spare one balling into a fist. He softly plucks his tongue out, eagerly licking you like you’re water and he’s been thirsty for a long while now. He leaves the warmth of your cunt to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking and grazing his teeth on it.

“Fuck!”

You pull on the bed sheets, and he gives your clit a soft bite. Before you can comprehend anything else, two of his fingers slide inside you. It’s a rather tight fit, but he’s not bothered.

“I’m gonna stretch you out so well, baby.” Jungkook purrs, starting to move his fingers in and out of you. The first few thrusts have your knees buckling even though you’re lying down. He somehow manages to brush most of the sweet spots inside you, a string of incoherent words leaving you.

“That’s right, it feels amazing, doesn’t it, babygirl? You feel so good around my fingers.” He increases his pace to see how you react, and he’s blessed with a needy whimper that has his dick throbbing in the confines of his boxers. 

“Please…” you close your eyes, craving more. You can feel his lips curling up against your skin.

“Please what? You have to be more specific,” Jungkook hums, teasingly running his tongue over your slit while his fingers halt inside you. You whine out of frustration, trying to move but his iron grip on your hips stops you from doing so.

“I need more. Please, Gguk… Oh—” He curls his fingers inside you, starting to move them again. His mouth latches back on your clit, coaxing a moan out of you. He scissors his digits in your cunt and you gasp. “I’m– I’m gonna come!” you cry out, head lolling back.

“Then do it. Cream my fingers like a good girl.” Jungkook grunts, adding a third finger inside your wet heat. The feeling has you screaming his name, eyes flying shut. “Look at you. Making such a mess and I haven’t put my dick in yet. Can you hear how fucking wet you are?”

You let out a wanton moan, your inner walls squeezing his digits as the squelching sound seemingly increases. He curses under his breath, suckling on your clit and keeping up the ruthless pace of his fingers. You shudder and writhe, his name falling off your lips like a prayer. Dangerously close to your release, you feel the pleasure coil inside your stomach tightening.

“Holy fuck!” Jungkook rests his forehead against your lower belly. Your cunt clamps down on his digits, heartbeat going crazy as you reach your peak without any warning. Chest heaving, you try to catch your breath.

“Look at me, ____.” 

You struggle to open your eyes, but eventually, you manage to meet his gaze. A whine escapes you when you see his chin glistening under the soft light of your bedroom. Adding more to your devastation, Jungkook extracts his fingers from your core, immediately putting them inside his mouth. 

“Gguk,” you whine, averting your eyes. He climbs back up on you, tapping on your lips with his index finger. 

When you look at him confusedly, he murmurs, “Open up.” Your cheeks heat up from embarrassment, realizing the reason behind his actions. You bite down on your lower lip, taking a deep breath before you finally part your lips eagerly. 

“Mmh!” you flutter your eyelashes at Jungkook and start sucking on his digits, the scene making his cock twitch inside his underwear. Tongue gliding across his fingers sensually, you let out several moans and whimpers, making him groan out of frustration.

“Stop giving me those eyes, baby, I won’t be able to control myself.” He grunts, removing his fingers from your mouth. He gets rid of his pants immediately. You gulp, noticing the massive bulge between his legs. Inhaling a shaky breath, you let your eyes take in the glory of his thighs, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Like what you see?” Jungkook smirks, lips finding yours in a heated kiss. You cry out, holding onto his tattooed forearm for dear life. He grunts when he feels your wetness rubbing against his clothed cock. “So impatient.” His mouth catches your earlobe, his own hips starting to move against yours.

“Gguk… please, I need you in me.” Your voice is barely a whisper. With an impatient growl, Jungkook pulls down his boxers, his hardened cock springing out and slapping against your stomach.

A whine escapes you at the sight of his veiny, huge member. You rub your thighs together, watching the precum dribbling down on your tummy. He notices how flustered you’ve become, a chuckle rumbling in his throat. “I will ruin you babygirl, gonna fuck that innocence out of you.”

“Yes, fuck me!” You are straight up desperate at this point, cunt aching to feel him inside you. Jungkook huffs, suddenly remembering that he doesn’t have any protection with him. 

“Baby… I don’t have a condom.” His lips form into a pout, and you wonder how he can be so cute and sexy at the same time. 

“I’m on birth control.” Your reply is quick, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

“Fuck! You want me to go raw?” 

“Yep. Want to feel you.” Jungkook doesn’t waste another second, his hand gripping on his length to slide it along your wet slit. You let out another cry, eyes snapping shut. “Please don’t tease me, I can’t.” 

“Shh,” He shushes you, and soon enough, you feel the blunt, velvety head of his cock poking at your entrance.

“Oh my god!” A scream escapes you when he starts pushing in, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck as he waits for you to adjust. His girth stretches you out much more than you’ve experienced before. You writhe and whimper, feeling like it’s your first time all over again. A few tears wet your cheeks and Jungkook hurries to dry them.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. Relax, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, slowly sinking all the way in. “Let me know when you feel ready, okay?” He presses a kiss on your knuckles, threading your fingers together.

It takes you a while, but you eventually manage to adjust to the foreign feeling. Jungkook hisses when he feels your hips trying to rock against his. “Can I move now?” 

“Yes! Fuck,” your voice is heavy with need which makes him groan. He grips onto your hips, starting to pull away. Just when you’re thinking that he’s gonna pull out entirely, he slams back inside, eliciting a high-pitched moan from you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I’m so sorry, I don’t think that I can be gentle right now.” 

“Ahh– it’s– it’s okay, I like it rough.” 

“Good god.” Jungkook growls, hips slapping against yours rhythmically. You take a hold of his right hand, trying to wrap it against your throat. “Fucking hell. Is that what you want me to do to your cute body? Fuck! Such crude actions from an angel like you.” He gently grips on your throat, applying minimal pressure that has your head spinning. 

“Jungkook!” Your scream is muffled by the sound of his cock pounding into you. His eyes stay fixed on your breasts, that jiggle with each thrust of his length. 

He laughs breathlessly into your hair when you tense around his cock, his thrusts hitting your cervix, deeper than before. It doesn’t take long for the pressure to coil low in your body, your skin tingling with warmth.

“Gguk—”

You don’t manage another word, but you don’t really need to. Jungkook slips a hand between your legs, finding your clit with unerring accuracy and rubbing it in tight circles. You scream his name, writhing as the waves of bliss roll over you. Through the haze you notice that he is still inside your cunt, hard and throbbing. He kisses you fervently, hissing when he takes in your debauched state. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he mutters, dropping his forehead to yours and ramming his cock into your pussy. You curl your arms around his shoulders, mesmerized by his darkened eyes and the way they are focused on you. He keeps his movements rough, but there is a new, fragile intimacy between you two.

You glue your mouth over his, your breaths mingling as you taste each other. Jungkook moans when you buck your hips, meeting him halfway and grinding your clit over his pelvis. His hold on your legs tightens and you know that he is close.

“____– fuck, babygirl, I’m going to come so hard.”

You rake your nails through his fluffy hair, nodding frantically. “I’m all yours,” you whisper, voice breaking. He gives a few more hard thrusts and shudders, reaching his orgasm with a low groan and coating your walls with his thick, milky load. The feeling sets you off as well and you bury your face in his chest, whimpering with each spurt and twitch.

Blood pounds in your ears as you stroke the length of his back, your cheek resting on his racing heart. Over stimulation makes you feel a bit dizzy, soft whines leaving your parted lips. Jungkook caresses your thighs and nuzzles your locks, panting slightly. It takes a few moments for both of you to shake off the high – you raise your head first and look up at him. His eyes are warm, expression content.

“Please tell me that I’m not dreaming,” He mumbles, cradling your body in his arms. 

Your eyes soften at his words, and you kiss his temple, reassuring, “You’re not, Gguk. This is very much real. We are together.” 

“Let me take you out on a date tomorrow.” Jungkook presses a lingering kiss on your chest. “And the day after tomorrow.” Another kiss. “And the day after that too.” Another kiss.

“Sure… I’d love to go out on dates with you.” You manage a smile, his warm breath fanning over your neck. Before you know, your eyes tear up, a sob tearing itself from your throat.

“Oh my god— what happened?! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head violently, taking his right hand and kissing his body art. “We only have six days left together… Isn’t it so tragic?” 

Jungkook frowns immediately, remembering that he’s supposed to leave for another country within a week. His heart breaks, arms clutching on your body tighter. “Baby…” 

“I’d ask you to not leave but that’s extremely selfish.” 

“No no, it’s selfish at all, sweetheart. I promise to have a long, hard thought about this. I– I don’t want to leave either. How am I supposed to survive all alone, now that I finally have you?” 

“Gguk… you don’t have to–” 

“Shh, let’s not think about it right now. Just… I love you so much, muffin. You’re my world.” 

“And you’re my universe, Jungkook. I love you too.” Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, his brown orbs looking back at you fondly.

You don’t know what the future has in store for you, but you do know that he is in it. That is everything you’d ever want.

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aaaa congratulations for making it to the end! thank you so much for reading, lovely! this is actually a repost from my old blog, but i don't think anyone remembers 😅! sorry for any mistakes left in there! and of course, i hope you enjoyed reading it! ❤️‍🩹

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happy holidays once again, i’m hoping to come back with new content soon!

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Please make a part 3 to night call with reader and jj ending up together 🥺any way you want i just can't take a sad ending or I might cry/die 🐬

A NIGHT CALL, [3]

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ cheating!; oral, male receiving; swearing; unprotected sex; mentions of blood, abuse; ] minors dni!!!

summary: its just a kook party where everything takes a turn

word count: 2.4k

a/n: pt 3 as requested! I hope you enjoyed these tiny series <3 if you have more requests you're welcome in ask box x her pov!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated! 

“Sarah is here, I’m gonna go say hi,” I let go of Nick’s arm, walking towards a friend of mine.

There was a huge event happening tonight, the alley covered in flowers and garland lights, drinks served all around, people dressed in black and white. Rich people. 

I didn’t wanna go at first, but they promised drinks and I loved getting some fun with those. Nick found himself a company, two old men, probably talking about some business shit. That wasn’t my forte, I was not interested in the slightest, so I made my way straight to Sarah.

Right when I was about to approach her, my eyes spotted a familiar figure. He looked, damn, he looked even hotter than before — white shirt was half unbuttoned, apparently he was wearing all his shirts like that, his little necklace dangled on the neck, black jacket and pants tight and tailored. Fuck me. I was staring and only snapped out if it when someone accidentally pushed past me.

Me and JJ haven’t spoken for three days and it drove me fucking insane. I was wondering what he was doing there anyways.

There were tables and plates and silverware and cards with participant’s names. I snatched one, fished out a lip liner from my bag. JJ was still there, laughing and squeezing Sarah’s shoulder. It looked like he was about to leave, so I wrote down a message right as I hurried forward. It said ‘Meet me on the shore at 10:15. Right side.’

There was a sea line down the alley, one side had moored yachts and ships, the other was in the dark, empty, now that it was around 10 PM it stood still and quiet. 

“Hey, Sarah!” I waved at her, making my way closer, giving her a tight hug, JJ remained on the same spot. I met a pair of blue eyes staring at me, there was something in those eyes that looked a lot like relief, like he was waiting for me to be here.

“Hi baby,” Sarah exclaimed, patting my back, “Long time no see! This is JJ Maybank, I assume you heard of him.”

“I have,” I gave him a smile, stretching my arm out to give a handshake, slipping him a note as well. 

“Don’t believe everything you hear, those are all lies,” he chuckled, clutching the card in his fist.

“Pleasure to meet you,” I murmured, watching him biting his smile back. I was so desperate to kiss him.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” He grinned and excused himself, walking in unknown direction. We chatted a little more with Sarah. She caught me up on all the news with her boyfriend, she also mentioned J again, saying he finally got the job as a security guard there.

We took a drink together, then her parents stole her away from me. It was nearly the time so I sneaked down to the shore only to find JJ already waiting there.

“You haven’t called.”

“I know.”

He walked closer, stopping a few inches away from me, his huge palms engulfed mine, his gaze fixated on our hands.

“So I heard you’ve gotten the job?”

“Mhm,” he smiled faintly at me, finally meeting my eyes, “I’m sorry, I figured you wouldn’t wanna talk to me. This sounds so stupid, but I guess I was just scared of you rejecting me so much I chose not to hear anything from you at all.”

“I always want to talk to you.”

The moment got so intimate, we were hidden in the dark, soft warm wind caressed our skin and messed with our hair, he looked so handsome, so inhumanly handsome I was ready to take him right there.

He pressed his forehead to mine as he held my face in his hands, trying to resist me so hard. His face scrunched up, like he was in pain and his jaws tightened, “I can’t stop thinking about you, I can’t get you out of my fucking system. That’s why I haven’t been calling. I thought that would help to ease, to forget, but how can I forget you?”

I kissed him. I kissed him deep, trying to fit all my love for him in that kiss, slowly and deliberately. Now I was the one holding his face as he pressed me further into his body by my waist. 

When our lips parted, he panted, hard, like he couldn’t believe he was kissing me, like he was scared he will never kiss me again. It felt the same for me. 

He dove in for more, catching my bottom lip in between his, not willing to let go of me. 

Someone started yelling up the alley, I recognised a familiar voice. That was Nick’s.

“We need to get back,” he rasped, our noses still brushing.

“I’ll find you later, I promise,” I planted one more kiss on his lips.

He ran to the alley to see what happened as I walked past him.

There was a fight between two guys, one of them was Nick. I saw them kicking each other in the face, so much rage, I felt uncomfortable.

“Stop it! Stop it now!” I yelled, approaching the scenery, noticing JJ already dragging the other guy away from my boyfriend and some other security holding Nick back. 

“You motherfucker,” a guy who started a fight yelled in Nick’s face, shoving JJ off of his back, accidentally hitting him in the face, “You touch her again, I’ll smash your fucking face against the wall.” He spat out some blood and turned to walk away. My face was filled with terror, my eyes started watering, Maybank was behind covering his whole cheek, I could see he was in pain.

“What the fuck was that?” I snapped at Nick, my jaws gritted. I was so mad at him, but the fight was nothing compared to the truth I found out later.

“Nothing,” he shoved past me heading to the bathroom.

I didn’t go after him.

“Someone bring the first aid kit,” I called as everyone kept staring in shock, “Now!”

“Here,” an old lady handed me a tiny bag.

“I’ll do it,” a brunette girl tried to snatch the bag away from me, she looked like a barbie, that was sickening.

“No,” I protested, gripping the material tighter, “I’m starting med school, need practice,” I gave her a fake smile, grasping the bag and turned back to JJ, he was hiding a chuckle.

He had a busted lip, it didn’t look as bad, but still needed some treatment. I helped him down on a bench, the rest of guests returned to what they were doing, except for a few curious, who still started at us from afar.

“Med school huh?” He grinned, hissing at the pain and licking his lips.

“I lied,” I grinned back, “Does it hurt a lot?” “It’s fine. I’ve had it worse. Don’t even need the first aid, but since it’s you’re the one doing it, I might actually pretend I’m in so much pain and stay here with you.”

I let out a happy sigh, pouring some alcohol onto a cotton pad, gently applying it around his wound, wiping the blood, “Now hold this for a while,” I scooped some ice from a champagne bucket and wrapped it into a napkin, pressing it against the corner of his lip.

Suddenly someone clamped my wrist, my head swivelled back to see Nick standing tall behind me. He looked angry.

“Let go,” JJ also stood up towering over me, I was caught in between them two.

“Who are you?” Nick snapped, jerking me, “Get up, we have to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you explain what the fuck happened here.”

I freed myself from his hold, my back was facing JJ now, I felt the warmth of his body behind mine. It was so tempting, just to lean back and sink into the enticement of his body.

“I’ll explain later.”

“Now, Nick.”

“I’ll leave you two to it,” JJ whispered in my ear, his fingertips brushed my hip, catching a hem of my silky dress, I wished he ripped it off of me. A whiff of his cologne caught my senses and for a second I felt my body weakening, lost in that night we spent together, “Find you later.”

“So?” my attention went back to the guy in front of me, “Who was that, what happened? Why did you fight?”

“I’ve been cheating on you.”

I froze on the spot. That meant it didn’t happen only once. That story took an interesting turn, I remained silent waiting for him to spill more.

“I screwed young girls, from eighteen to twenty. One of the latest only turned eighteen a week ago, that was her brother.”

“For how long?”

“Months.”

“I cheated on you too.”

“What?” His eyes widened, “You don’t mean it. You’re only saying it to hurt me, you’re fucking lying.”

“What makes you think that?” I licked my dry lips and stepped closer, “This haven’t been working for a while now and I see why. Things started feeling off back in November, let me guess this was the time you started fucking around? The only thing I don’t understand is why you kept being in this relationship, your parents hate me, you don’t have anything for me. That is fucking pathetic. It’s where we end. I fucked up too, but I’m happy I did. Goodbye Nick.”

I plopped down on the bench, gulping a glass of champagne. JJ was standing with two girls, chatting about something. He was smiling. 

I pulled out my phone and send him a text, ‘Going home. Come in for a drink after work.’ I also put my address in there and hit send.

Back in my house I felt relieved. Heels off and I poured myself a glass of wine, realising I haven’t eaten anything in hours. I put an apron on to keep my dress clean, turned the music louder to brighten up the mood and started cooking.

It didn’t take me too long to boil some pasta and make a sauce for it all. I swung my wine in my glass, taking tiny gulps.

A sudden knock on the door startled me, I turned the music down, heading to the entrance. JJ was there, he was hiding something behind his back. Involuntary, I smiled, twisting the lock and opening the door for him to come in.

“You came.”

“That’s what she said,” he whispered, grinning like an idiot.

I smacked him in the shoulder, “You just ruined a movie worth moment,” I said playfully, closing the door behind, “Are you hungry?”

“I’ve got something for you,” he pulled out a tiny bouquet of sunflowers handing it to me, “Met a granny passing the street, selling those, thought you might like it.”

“Can I kiss you,” my voice came out as a whisper as I accepted the flowers and walked closer.

“If you want.”

I let the bouquet rest on the coffee table, tiptoeing closer, winding my arms around JJ’s neck, planting a kiss on his lips. He tasted like alcohol, smoke and mint, “I want more than just to kiss you.”

“Oh fuck, come here.” He made me jump up, his fingers dug into my hips, holding me tight against his torso. We made it to the couch, he was hard, I could feel it through this trousers. 

I made a deliberate move, making him groan into the kiss and press me tighter into him. His hair was ticking my forehead, I could feel a subtle stubble on his cheeks, he smelled nice, musky, there was a hint of spice in his cologne. “This is a really nice fucking dress, but it will have to go off.”

Lust swirled in his eyes, his ocean blue turned dark. My fingers undid the rest of the buttons and I spread his shirt open, scratching a path down his chest and his stomach, finding his belt and zipper. His pants and underwear went down the floor to rest around his ankles, his cock sprung out, hard, leaking, begging for attention. 

His eyes turned molten, skimming my body, stopping at my panties, “Off.”

“No,” I replied, smirking, sliding off of his lap and kneeling in front of him. My fist wrapped around his cock and I gave him a few gentle strokes, planting a kiss on his tip, before sticking my tongue out and running a stripe up the underside of his base. JJ’s eyes fluttered closed, his hand settled in my hair and a groan fell from his lips when mine swirled around his broad head lapping it over and took him in. I moaned at the taste of him in my mouth, sending vibrations through his body, my head bobbed up and down slowly, one of my hands scratched his thigh.

“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, twisting my hair tighter, slightly pushing me down, his cock hitting the back of my throat, “Come up here,” he demanded, pulling me up, sliding my panties off and sitting me down on him, “Wanna kiss you, while I fuck you.”

He gave me some time to adjust, his palms were heavy on my hips as his lips teased my neck, making me whimper and start grinding back and forth.

“J—“ I whispered, locking my eyes with his, staring into the deep blue, my fingers fiddling with his necklace, “I don’t want you to go, ever.”

“What about—“ “We’re not together anymore, we broke up.”

His lips found mine again in a hot, lustful kiss as he started pounding into me harder, picking up the pace, making my breaths hitch and my nails dig into the skin of his shoulders. “Does that mean you’re mine now?” He rasped, unable to catch his own breath, locking his eyes with mine.

“As long as you want me to,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips,  feeling my high too close. I nuzzled his neck to cover my whimpers, his hold on my body tightened, his eyes squeezed shut and so did mine. My clit brushed his pelvis as he lengthened his strokes, his groan was muffled by my collarbone. Thick warm ropes of cum filled me in, that spurred me to come harder, creaming over his cock, sensitive and out of breath, dizzy. 

I tug on his hair, still moving on top of him, whining under his ear, “Fuck, I— You feel so good.”

He gave me another kiss, his thumb brushed my lower lip as I studied his face, a thin layer of sweat coated his forehead, his hair a mess. He was fucked out. “Stay the night?” I whispered, mindlessly drawing patterns on his chest, feeling him softening inside me.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I’ve got wine, pasta and a second pillow.”

“That sounds like a date.”

“It might become one.”

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it's funny that this is the first time i've noticed the zipper in the middle of his uniform, what an interesting place to put it where it's in plain sight 👀 if bucky were around at the time he definitely would not be able to resist honing in on that, just the need to unzip him and put his hands on that waist 🥴🥴🥴 i also now understand the urge to put him in corsets as well, baby doesn't feel comfortable without something hugging his body tightly 🥺

related to some stills of Chris as Steve from The Avengers (2012)

I knew the zipper was there, but, yeah, you're right, I haven't really noticed it before.

I'd like to imagine that The Avengers suit has a similar belly window to the Civil War suit 👀 I mean, I would love to imagine that all the cap suits have removable panels over the abs for easy access and maximum slutty-waist vibes, crop top looking shit, with that zipper right there. C'mon, what else is under there anyway?

You're so right, though. If Bucky were around then, he would've been all over his man. They would be in the middle of a stake out, hiding in the shadows, the darkness of night when--

Ziiiiiip

"What was that?" Sam whispers.

"Nothing," Steve answers, all too quickly. If a voice can sound like it's blushing, Steve's suddenly does.

And if a smirk can be audible, then Natasha's is when she answers, somewhere to the left, unseen, "Barnes."

"Ugh," Sam makes an involuntary sound, "I get that the serum turns everything up to 11, but can you please keep it in your pants until I'm at least out of earshot I would like that."

"Relax," Bucky's voice is unbothered, smooth as always, "it wasn't even his pants."

"I don't wanna know what it was," Sam retorts.

Steve squirms, half grumbling and half squirming with embarrassment, stuck between it all. Bucky's cold, metal hand is on his waist, squeezing him so hard that he wants to squeak. No matter how many times Bucky unzips his suit and starts petting his skin, only explaining himself by putting a finger to Steve's lips, shushing him, claiming, shh, I miss your waist, we just need a minute alone, Steve will never be used to the sudden touch. He's not sure what's the worst though--when Bucky squeezes his hip, traces the cut of his abs, or thumbs the deep line of his Adonis belt.

It's all terrible.

(He likes it.)

((He doesn't want Bucky to stop.))

Thank you for the thoughts. I certainly agree, baby deserves a corset. And, yes! He deserves every sensory experience he craves--including tight corsets squeezing around his already teeny tiny waist.

[gingerjunhan]

Omg hiii. I've been following you for awhile...not to sound insane oml...and I was wanting to request a fluff au with Gunil 🥺. You've been stressed over work, and he just comforts you with hugs and attentive listening 🤧. Omg ilysm and hope this reaches you ❤︎❤︎❤︎

☆彡 hehe hiii anon 🤭 sorry this took me soooooo long! Hopefully you enjoy!

word count: 664 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: stress, yelling, searing, pet names (love, honey,), partially proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

Gunil sang softly to himself as he did the dishes, cleaning up the kitchen as a part of his good boyfriend duties for the day. He heard the door to your apartment swing open before slamming shut. His eyes widened, and he quickly put down the dish he was washing. Gunil slowly made his way to the front door, where he found you kicking off your shoes.

“Hey,” he said softly, offering a smile. “How was wo-”

“UGH! I don’t even want to think about that damn job right now!!” You quickly covered your face with your hands, taking a deep breath. Gunil’s eyes went wide. “Sorry,” you mumble, rubbing your hands against your face. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.” When your hands left your face, Gunil could see that you looked exhausted, which caused him to frown.

“It’s okay,” he said, his soft tone continuing. “I know you didn’t mean it.” He moved closer to you, wrapping you in a tight hug which you quickly returned. “You wanna talk about it? Get some things off your chest?” You nodded, breathing in the scent of his cologne and laundry detergent. He smiled. “Let’s go sit down, okay love?” You nodded again, and Gunil led the two of you over to the couch, sitting down and pulling you into his lap- his hands remaining around you. You leaned into him, making yourself comfortable.

“Sorry I yelled at you,” you repeated, your voice soft and guilty.

Gunil chuckled, “Honey, it’s okay. You’re clearly stressed, so I know you didn’t mean it. Are you alright? Talk to me; what’s going on?”

“Today just sucked,” you said simply.

“Yeah? What about it sucked?” Gunil started rubbing your back in a soothing manner.

“Everything!” You whine dramatically, causing Gunil to chuckle. “I swear my boss was out for blood today. He came into my office with a stack of papers this thick-” you hold up a measurement between your thumb and forefinger “- dropping it onto my desk and said I needed to have them looked through and ready for our meeting with the company president that was this afternoon.”

Gunil nodded, his eyebrows furrowing together slightly as he listened.

“So when the meeting finally started,” you continue, “I show up, and the meeting starts, and everything is fine until the president notices a small mistake I had missed.”

“Oh no,” Gunil frowned. “Did he say something?”

“No,” you huff, “but my boss sure did.” Gunil’s eyes went slightly wide. “After the meeting, my boss ripped me a new one. He waited for the president to leave and then he just stood in my office and lectured and yelled at me for like… five minutes.” You wipe your hands over your face again. “It sucked.”

Gunil’s arms tightened around you, and you finally wrapped your arms around him as well. He placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Well,” he started, “I’m sorry that all of that happened,” he said softly. “But, look at the bright side: it’s over now. No more meetings, and the president didn’t seem upset with you.” You nod softly. “You did the best you could with what you were given, okay? If your boss can’t acknowledge that, then that’s on him. He waited until the last minute to give you the work. He couldn’t expect perfection.”

You nod again. “I guess you’re right,” you said softly. Gunil moved one of his hands to stroke your hair.

“Besides, I’m proud of you. You did what you could, and you held it together until you got home. You did a good job.” He smiles at you, and you can’t help but smile back at him. “Are you feeling better, love?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I just wanna relax now.” You make yourself comfortable against his chest, causing him to chuckle.

“We can do that,” he said, placing another kiss to your head. “We can watch a movie? Order some takeout?”

“Sounds perfect,” you sigh.

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Study Date Confession

Genre: fluff

Characters: Iruma-kun, Reader (fem), Opera, Sullivan, Alli (Gluttonous Feeder Ring)

T/W: none

A/N: wow, fanfic writing is fun, I see why y'all do it. I wrote this for some comfy feelings tonight, and it worked ☺️💕🥺 hope someone out there besides me enjoys this haha

Still the same Iruma I fell for ❤️

You’ve had a crush on Iruma for about 3 months now

No, not because he has been “standing out” or because he is the Grandson of the famous demon Sullivan — but because he’s shown and taught you things you’ve never known or realized before in the Netherworld

You’ve started studying together quite frequently — but you desire more — yet you’re still too shy to do anything about it

Today will be another study date with Iruma — this time, at his house

You finished up with class, then met up with him outside of The Royal One.

You then proceeded to WALK to his house??  You wonder why you would not fly?  Does he want more time alone with you?? 

You blush hard as you continue the walk to his house.

You finally arrive

Wow his house is huge

You begin to show a concerned look on your face

Iruma notices, and reaches out his hand to you

“It’s alright (Y/N)” Iruma smiled and stretched out his hand to you.  Ba-dump.  Your heart began to race as you took his hand, and squeezed it tight as you continued through the gates of the Sullivan mansion. 

An androgynous looking demon with cat ears and red hair opened the door for you.  “Welcome home Iruma — and a welcome to you miss (Y/N)”. “Thanks Opera” Iruma gestured you through first, and Opera whispered something into Iruma’s ear that made him turn bright red as he rushed in right after you.  

“Welcome home my darling Iruma!!” a tall elderly demon rushed to hug Iruma and spun him around.  He set Iruma down “my goodness me, is this (Y/N), the demoness you’ve been spending all of your precious time with??  Ooooh how beautiful!  Isn’t my Grandson just the GREATEST?!” “Grandpa!!!!” Opera grabbed Sullivan by the collar “we’ll be heading out for errands now”.  “Awww but I wanna see this momentous occasion in my Grandson’s liiiiife…. Bye bye my sweet Iruma…..” The front door closed.

“Well, should we get to studying?” Iruma smiled awkwardly as your heart began to race even faster and harder. (We’re all alone now, oh my gosh oh my gosh… ok.. be cool… just be cool).  “Yes, yes.. let’s do just that!” You stammered.  

You and Iruma headed to his room

Geez it was enormous!

His bed was so luxurious and you were so tempted to jump right in

Iruma sat on his bed and opened his text book “so what should we study first?” He smiled at you.  But today, you just couldn’t pay attention.  Your heart just wouldn’t calm down.  I mean, you’re in the boy you like’s room!!  “I-I.. I need to use the restroom…” (what am I saying?!) You headed out the door to search for the restroom.  

Meanwhile Iruma’s POV

Iruma flopped over onto his bed “…I wonder what’s up with (Y/N)… she’s been silent all day… did I upset her?”.  Alli popped out of the glutoness feeder ring “my, I wonder?”  “Huhh???” “It’s obvious, my dear little Iru.” “Wh..what’s obvious.” “You really don’t get it do you?” Alli face-palmed “the poor girl is in love.” “In Love?  With who?”  Alli sighed “with YOU!”.  “Huh?!  With me?!?!  There’s no way.”  “You really are clueless.  Well, what’re you gonna do about it, small fry?”  “Me?  I.. I don’t know… I’ve never had a girl be in love with me before.. I’ve never even been on a date.. I was always too busy working back in the human realm.  I’m not even sure I’ve ever had a crush on a girl — there just wasn’t any time.  Well, what do you think I should do, Alli?”  “Well, that depends on you.  Do you fancy her too, hmm?”  Iruma put his hand on his chin and began to think.  He began to picture all of the times he’s spent with you, all of the laughs, smiles — everything.  And for some reason… began to smile… a whole-hearted genuine smile that radiated from his entire being.  You could almost see beams of light surrounding him.  “Well, I’ve never really experienced any romantic feelings before.. but I do know that (Y/N) is very special to me… maybe I’ll try and see how I feel when she gets back.”  

The door creaked open

“H-hey Iruma-kun, sorry I took a bit” you smiled very awkwardly and hesitantly sat down beside Iruma.  Ba-dump!  Just after you had left to get your heart rate in check, it sky rocketed almost immediately being in such close proximity to such a beautiful angel.  “It’s alright (Y/N) no worries!”  Iruma smiled his usual cheerful smile.  “Shall we continue our studies?”  You nodded as you admired his big beautiful eyes and adorable smile.  Iruma began reading the textbook passage, but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t focus on anything other than his soft and soothing voice.  “(Y/N)……(Y/N)…… (Y/N)?”  You finally snapped out of it.  “Y-yes, Iruma-kun?”  He closed his text book.  “We don’t have to study tonight, I think we’re pretty much caught- up on the curriculum by how often we’ve been studying recently.  May I ask what’s bothering you?  I’d really hate it if I hurt or offended you in any way.”  You shook your head and hands frantically “No, no! You’ve got it all wrong!”  “I have?  Well, that’s a relief”. Iruma reached out and put his right hand gently on your head and gazed at you in a sweet and heartfelt manner “mind telling me what’s really going on?  I’d like to help if I can.”  Out of instinct you took his hand that was on your head and placed it against your cheek.  “I-I….. I love you Iruma-kun!  I can’t keep that from you any longer!”  Your eyes widened, and you immediately curled into a shy ball hiding from whatever happens next. 

You were now surrounded in your own thoughts, insecurities, and darkness.  (What will Iruma say?  What will he do?  Is our friendship now over??). 

Light peeked in through your pit of self-doubt and darkness.  Iruma swooped you up into a princess carry and nuzzled your face.  “I guess I didn’t realize until now… but, (Y/N), I love you too”.  Iruma stared at you with such an honest and earnest gaze, even though you’ve been burned by many demon boys before.. this time… it truly seemed different.  “Oh, Iruma…” you smiled back so tenderly.  You two connected foreheads and gazed at the beautiful Netherworld moonlight beaming through his balcony window.  You ran your fingers through his soft, feathery blue hair.  “Oh how I love you Iruma… can I ever say it enough?”  Iruma’s knees buckled and his face turned red… the two of you toppled over.  You giggled profusely and pet his head “still the same Iruma I fell for”.  You smiled at each other, and you proceeded to hug while still toppled over.  You laid atop Iruma as he gently pet your head, and the two of you drifted into a soft and blissful sleep.

A highschool study date turned into a sleepover... Huh. I wonder how Sullivan and Opera reacted?

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Part 2 of the Seline - Isaiah fic pls? 🥺Matthew hounding her apartment for totally not mushy reasons and then he sees those two arrive and he's ? excuse me? Excuseeee me - until ofc he realizes Seline is sick, maybe bc she gets sick on his shoes?? Pretty please?

Thank you for the request! Your wish is my command. :D Part two of this fic. Seline is sick, with Isaiah and Matthew as caretakers.

No place like home

Seline fell asleep on the ride home.

Isaiah kept glancing at her, worried at how pale and sweaty and entirely unresponsive she was. Somehow he never realized how frail she was, even when she was a witch and not a shadow wolf. Always so spunky and feisty and on the verge of an argument, she brimmed with energy.

Seeing her so still was disconcerting, making his stomach tight.

A soft burp interrupted his thoughts. Seline rolled her head from the car window into his direction, but still limp and dead to the world as before.

Isaiah put a hand to her forehead. It was on fire. She drank some of the water he gave her, but he really wanted her home with supplies and a nice comfy bed.

He put the a/c on blast in the car, thinking it could help with the fever. Just a few minutes in, she shivered and hugged herself unconsciously. He shook of his long but thin black coat with some difficulty during the nearest lights and threw it over her, also dialing down the cold air.

It's been a long time since he had taken care of someone like this. Shadow wolves didn't get sick often, not with their shadows active everyday. His human brother used to get sick, but that had been a long time ago, when they were kids.

When they were all still on speaking terms.

Way back when, before he left home and basically spit on all family ties, legacy and rights for succession.

Hector's ambitions, Arnie's plans to always stick together. Wolf brothers were a fun thing. Their dynamics usually clear by age, they made for influential and tight power sides if not outright taking over.

All he had to compare to from recent time was Matthew, who got sick often from being too into his shadow and now because he was too out of it.

Looking for a balance was tough.

A quiet moan had his head turning towards Seline again. Her face was scrunched up in a grimace and her eyes fluttered, but didn't open.

"I want to go home," she whispered.

"We'll be home in a few minutes. Just hold on," he said gently.

"Home home," she insisted.

Isaiah had to chuckle. Did she really argue with him even in her sleep? "What do you mean, darling? Any other home in mind?"

"'s nice and all. But I d-don't wanna...be alone." Her eyebrows knitted together in a deep frown as she whined and shifted on the seat uneasily. "Wanna go to real home."

Huh. So she missed her parents? Isaiah bet she would never say something like this if she was conscious. God forbid the independent Seline admitted needing someone. But he had somehow not realized that this was the first time she was living alone.

Isaiah had been alone since he turned 18. Ran away to the city, to the new life he chose and never looked back. He hadn’t felt homesick since then, and he wasn't sure if it was because he didn't allow himself to consider it or because he genuinely felt nothing but disgust with the place.

He assumed, since Seline didn't join a pack for protection or regular contact with her magic, that something happened to her too, that she was avoiding something. But her home sounded nice, like the healthy kind of missing.

He parked the car in front of the building to Seline's reserved space.  The blond girl didn't stir, drool dripping slightly from her open lips. Isaiah went around the car to open the door, shaking her gently before giving up and just lifting her up. This would be faster.

Still wrapped in his coat, head lolling on his shoulder, he closed the car door and locked it. It was scary how helpless she was. Did she trust him so much to put himself in his hands? Or was she so out of she had no say?

He felt another shadow before he heard the footsteps, but the presence was alarmingly familiar. Matthew suddenly stood there, at Isaiah's back, having come from the direction of the bank in front of the parking lot.

"What the hell are you doing?" Matthew asked, frowning at Isaiah, fists balled, stance angry. His shadow was wiggling angrily at his feet, underlining his agitation, ready to attack.

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "I drugged and kidnapped her and now I'm returning her lifeless body to the apartment. What else does it look like?"

Matthew hissed at the response, but shoved his hands into his pockets. He also remembered to lower his gaze, although barely. Good start at least.

"She okay?" Matthew asked finally, gritting his teeth.

"We were on the way to a pack representatives meeting. She got sick, I drove her back," Isaiah explained patiently. He gave the other wolf a pointed look. "What exactly are you doing here? Stalking now?"

Matthew flushed and glared at the floor. Yes, Isaiah heard Matthew has been visiting a lot, especially to guide Seline to university and back, sometimes even staying pretty late. So this was their routine now?

Isaiah shook his head with a smile and turned to continue his way to Seline's apartment, Matthew hot on his heels without a word.

Somehow it didn't bother him that Matthew was there. He felt calmer knowing someone was looking after her like this, protecting her when she had no one.

The sinking feeling in his stomach, he figured, as he fished out Seline's keys and opened the door, was a disappointment. Did Matthew not trust him enough, to come hurling at him like that?

Isaiah took Seline to the cream-coloured couch. The living room was fully decorated now, light blue curtains and family pictures on the window still.

Seline wiggled as he put her down, still in Isaiah's coat, before opening her eyes to slits. "Where...?"

Matthew moved to sit beside her immediately, supporting her shaking arm as she lifted herself up to a sitting position. "Isaiah brought you home. How are you feeling?"

Seline looked at him, a little dazed but delighted smile on her lips, before suddenly leaning over the couch and throwing up all over Matthew's shoes.

Isaiah blinked.

Matthew and Seline stared at the watery mess in shock. To his credit, Matthew didn't yelp or jump to his feet. He just scrunched his face before grunting a quiet "Okay."

"I'm so sorry, Matt-" Seline said, flopping back against the couch, pressing a hand to her mouth. All the energy seemed to be gone from her body again.

"It's fine. I probably owe you for seeing me do worse," Matthew said, chuckling a little.

"I will get you a towel." Isaiah hurried to the kitchen, taking some of those big paper towels, a glass of water and a bowl for good measure.

It only hit him after, as he cleaned the mess on the floor and Matthew discarded his shoes with a resigned sigh, that he knew where all the supplies were and that Matthew didn't raise his shadow once and that this whole scene was more amusing and confusingly heartwarming than it ought to be.

They ended up settling on the couch together. Seline passing out in the middle, drooling over the pillows and down Isaiah's coat.

Matt stretched out to her left, flipping between channels without sound, as if he had done it a million times.

And somehow, no one questioned what Isaiah was still doing there, propped up beside Seline, watching Matthew take long-suffering sighs.

[larabiatasstuff]

I have another request for you 😊 please could you do a scenario where Terry and his girlfriend are at their home with their baby. They are both sat on the floor with the baby, and they take their first steps towards Terry 🥺 kk3 and CK Terry please 💚

Of course Bestie🖤You have the cutest ideas🥺

(kk3) Since their little girl was born Terry was totally into his role as a dad. One afternoon Terry and his girlfriend sat on the floor playing with their little princess. "Look at her Babe she's a big girl already." Terry says while helping his daughter building a tower with her blocks. "Yes she is, I saw her trying to stand yesterday. Oh Terry she grows up so fast." he smiles "Yes it's like she was born yesterday." His girlfriend stands up from her position "Honey I go get her some tea, I'll be right back." she leaves the room and suddenly his little girl stands on her tiny feet making wobbly steps in his direction. "Oh my God Babe come here hurry. Hey princess come to daddy, come to daddy yes like that." then his girlfriend enters the living room almost dropping the bottle of tea. "Terry she's walking!" at this moment the little girl arrives in the open arms of her father giggling happily. He lifts her up and smiles brightly. "Who's my big girl? Yes you are." His girlfriend joins them on the floor again hugging them tight with happy tears in her eyes.

(CK) "This is a cat, the makes meow." Terry's girlfriend sits on the floor showing their daughter a book with animal pictures and making the sounds to make her laugh. Then she holds her by her tiny hands to help her stand on her feet. "Oh look daddy I'm a big girl!" the little girl giggles and hops up and down. "Yes look at her, she's adorable." In the next moment she reaches out with her tiny hand leaning in Terry's direction. "You wanna come to daddy princess? Come here!" he wants to pick her up but his girlfriend stops him. "Terry I think she tries to walk." she let's her hands go slowly and the little girl taps towards him. Terry's eyes go wide as he looks at his s little smiling princess. He takes her in her arms as she arrives and kisses her cheek. "That was amazing princess, you're such a big girl now. Daddy's little girl can walk now. Can you believe it my love?" he looks at his girlfriend with tears in his eyes. "She comes after her daddy."

[surrealsunday]

helloo! wow it’s been a little while ngl! but when when chap10 was posted i was like “do i read it now or wait till the epilogue is posted? 🤔” and i ended up waiting for the epilogue, idk in my head it’s as logic sjsbdb. meanwhile i decided to rewatch stranger things + skamfr kinda at the same time bc it’s been way too long (for the latter). then the epilogue was posted and haven’t found the time or energy to settle and read the last two chapters (we love uni for that). till tonight!! so here’s my not so little review of the chap10 + the epilogue 😅

-> chap10

woaaah im at loss for words for how cute and beautiful that chapter was omg! the vulnerable moment right after the intensity of their love scene hit me right in the feels, lucas’ “please don’t hurt me (again)” and then eliott hugging him tight saying “i promise” 🥺MY HEART🥺

also these little acts had me giggling and kicking my feet

gosh i’m just so giddy when it comes to them like- THEY. ARE. IN. LOVE. 🥹

OH YEAH the moment when idriss came back home and said “I swear, if you fucked in the kitchen, Eliott -" made me think of that one scene in tempo (i think) when he discovers they did it on the counter and there was like evidences or sth and i just burst out laughing 😭 like i imagined him being so done already with them (/affectionate of course)

-> epilogue

MY HEEAART!! i know i’ve said it like a million times already but i’m so soft for theeem 🥺

i really loved how eliott reassured lucas during the moving, how they once more opened a little to one another. then lucas asking him to say something true abt himself, eliott’s little story was very cute despite starting kinda sad :(( but that little parallel to the minute par minute scene but this time it’s eliott calming lucas down ☹️

but goosh i’m in love with their love, in every universe istg 🥰 like i smiled SO BIG here!

now real thing: i cant believe it’s over now :/ i’m gonna miss them so much, these version of elu is definitely one of my favorite! i wanna thank you for writing this fic that, i’m sure, helped a lot of people (including me) escape their boring ass work/uni life ahah. every time it truly has been an amazing time, even when pain was dominent sometimes. but as always i’d say sjsbsb

wishing you a wonderful friday and weekend, i’m gonna spend mine mourning elu!10things and thinking of how much their love is incredible in every universe 😭💞

gosh i just realized i forgot about to say some more things in my previous message 😭 in my defense it’s 1am so- anyways

i’m also very thankful you listened to the little voice in your brain and wrote that little epilogue, the quote of kat is one of my favorite and it’s really well included! would have been such a waste not having lucas saying this tbh.

also the last pic of chap10, eliott’s post with the shadows…wow i literally stared at it for 10 good minutes it was so well done! especially lucas’ wild hair sbsjsb (also i see you have been generous for some parts 👀)

finally, i thanked you for the fic but i also wanna be grateful to your friend julie for pressing you making this fic alive ahah, bc yeah your elu fic are really one of the most emotionally amazing and still being able to read elu content in, now, 2023 is truly incredible ♥️

Oh my gosh I somehow completely missed the notification for these messages in my inbox. I'm so sorry! I was not ignoring you, I just am a useless human 😂

As always I absolutely love hearing your thoughts. I'm so glad you liked chapter 10 🥹. It was interesting pairing smexy times with some super raw emotional nakedness. I liked it tho. It felt right and natural in the moment.

Your memes btw aldfkjalsdfkja. They kill me 😂😂😂

I thought about Idriss in Tempo too at that moment! I truly don't know why I keep doing these things to poor Idriss lmao. But I make it up to him with Manon. So I don't feel too bad 😌.

Ok, so I very much got minute-by-minute vibes in that moment of the epilogue too, but it wasn't pre-planned that way. I kinda love that you had the same reaction. It just sort of happened and as I was writing it occurred to me that it very subtly nodded to that classic Skam moment. It seems they're determined to be that way in every universe.

Ahhhh the shadow pic! It's one of my faves! I get obsessive about most things (this is not news lmao) so it wasn't surprising that I obsessed over getting those shadows right, but in the end when it did look like them I was sooooo satisfied. And yes, satisfied with the very lovely booty on Lucas too 😌. It makes me so happy you liked it too!

Really it was my absolute pleasure to share this fic, most especially because I seriously do have the best readers in the world, and you all are so generous in leaving me your thoughts and feelings about the story (there is really nothing better than that as a writer). It's a big part of me coming back to Elu over and over, I think. I love reconnecting with all of you. And of course I'm more than happy to provide distraction from real life!

P.S. I told Julie what you said and lemme tell you... the way she got all proud and puffed up on herself 😂😂😂. I told her to take it down a notch but she's already kicking into high gear on harassing me for new stories lol.

Anyways, all the love to you. Thank you again so much for sending me your thoughts as you read the story. 💖💗💞💝

[rosenallies]

Comfort prompts with sick au “it’s okay, deep breaths. that’s it, in and out” Our baby Nat has a panic attack 🥺

poor baby angel Nat </333😔💔

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“Nat, can you look at me?” Gia asked, kneeling to her level outside of Synthia’s hospital room.

“Noni! I wanna go see dada!” She whined petulantly.

Gia sighed. “I know, baby, I know. You will, but I wanted to warn you that it isn’t like the other times dada was in the hospital. Dada is very very sleepy, he won’t be able to talk to you much.”

This time around, Synthia had been admitted with a nasty respiratory infection, something healthy people would be able to beat at home with some antibiotics and maybe a breathing treatment or two, but Synthia’s illness had made it so much worse. By the time Kendall and Gia had convinced him to go to the hospital, his fever was so high and his chest was rattling whenever he took a wheezy breath.

“I just wanna see him, please,” she begged, peeking behind Gia’s legs.

“Okay, baby, just be very gentle and quiet.”

Gia led her inside by the hand, Kendall greeting them both with a hug, moving so that Synthia came into their view. Gia had been at the hospital all week while Natalie was at school, so they weren’t surprised but Natalie audibly gasped seeing Synthia with the oxygen mask, sleeping deeper than they’d thought possible.

“Dada?” She whimpered, stepping forward and poking his hand.

When he gave no response, no inkling that he’d even been aware of her presence, she turned on her heel and ran from the room and down the hallway.

“Fuck,” Kendall and Gia muttered in unison, leaving the room after her.

“Natalie?” Gia called down the hallway she’d disappeared down. “She couldn’t have gotten far.”

“Yeah, but she’s a great hider. Remember that time we couldn’t find her for two hours playing hide and seek?”

"Of course I remember, Synthia cried the entire time thinking that she ran away."

Just as they finished speaking, they heard a soft cry coming from a nearby supply closet. Breathing with relief, they hurried to the closet and swung the door open to find Natalie curled up in the fetal position and hyperventilating.

“Oh, Nat,” Kendall cooed, sitting on the floor beside her, wrapping her small body in his arms. “Can you breathe with me, baby? Deep breaths, daddy and noni are here, everything’s gonna be alright.”

Gia sat beside them, rubbing her back in tight, slow circles just like she always liked when she was upset.

“W-why is dada like that?” She sobbed, grasping onto Gia’s hoodie.

“Sleep helps him feel better right now, baby.”

Even with promises Synthia was getting better, she still continued to hyperventilate, so much so that they were so worried she'd make herself sick.

" It's okay, deep breaths. That's it, in and out," Kendall soothed, having coached Synthia through panic attacks so many times before. Even though she’s Kendall's biological family member, she and Synthia are like two peas in a pod, so similar in so many ways, if she didn’t have the curls and the deep brown eyes to show for it, people would assume she was biologically related to Synthia.

They stayed there on the closet floor for as long as it took for her breathing to regulate, letting her cry it out onto their hoodies until all that was left in here was tired sniffles.

“I’m sorry I ran away,” she said quietly, a flush of embarrassment gracing her cheeks.

“We aren’t upset with you for that. We understand how hard it is to see dada like that, we love him just as much as you do, we were just worried you weren’t safe,” Kendall explained calmly, wiping a stray tear away from her cheek.

Her eyes welled up again. “I know, but why wouldn’t dada even look at me? Why is he so sick?”

They wished they had an answer, but none of them did. Synthia had taken care of himself his whole life, eating well and exercising, he didn’t party any more than the average person, so why did he end up as ill as he is? None of it seemed fair, even the adults could recognize that so no one faulted Natalie for feeling that way as she was only 6.

“We don’t know, baby,” Kendall sighed, “but doctors and medicine are helping him feel a lot better.”

“Can I go back and see him? I promise I won’t run away this time.”

Gia and Kendall shared a look and a subtle nod, helping her up from the floor, Kendall lifting her into his arms. He kissed her cheek and squeezed her tight just to make her giggle.

Kendall carried her all the way back to the room, not setting her down until she started to wiggle when they got inside. They could tell she hesitated as she approached Synthia, even more so as she reached for his hand.

“Hi dada,” she said quietly.

And for the first time in days, Synthia spoke, wheezy and quiet but he spoke. “Hi baby.”