#if there's any spelling mistakes sorryyy

[sexilene]

thinking ab john b with a sleepy girlfriend....😇😇

yesss omigod!! 🧸💞 let him set a bedtime for you n everything!! (ignore any spelling mistakes sorryyy lol!!)

the pogues had thrown jj a little stupid “luau” birthday party over at the boneyard, and a bunch of people ended up showing up, a night of drinking, sticky s’mores, and messin’ around. even after the sun had set, the partying hadn’t ended, at some point, you’re seated on john b’s lap to keep you from wandering around with people you don’t know. you do this often, situating yourself in his arms and waiting until he’s done with his conversations- really to give you attention. and of course, you are included in the conversations and are normally pretty well-behaved! but with the hour boarding at 10:00 at night it's known that around this time you get frisky and impatient.

usually, you’d be in bed by now, or getting pounded into the mattress by your boyfriend, so it only makes sense that you’d be a little tired and needy. your head lolls into the crook of his neck, eyes beginning to droop closed. and john b takes immediate notice, his hand coming up to pull your top up from any more cleavage or “helping his baby out” as he puts it. your frosty white nails scratching softly skin on his arm, the arm holding you tightly against him.

“can’t believe i’m still up this late…” you whisper, knowing he’d hear you

“neither can i, you're usually passed out by this time.” he coos and presses a kiss to your temple, bouncing you on his leg a bit

you smile at his words, your sleepy brain responding with what you would hope to convince him that you're still awake, aka still responsive enough for sex… “m’ still awake though, s’such a nice party.” yeah? you're slurring a little honey…” he hums,

at some point he can tell you’re starting to get antsy, wiggling so that your cunt could get some sort of friction against his thigh and that’s when he decides it's time to get you home. and as soon as your makeup is off and teeth are brushed he’s carrying you over his shoulder into his room. john b helping you peel off your skirt and lifting your pretty top over your head, knowing that you needed to be absolutely naked at this very moment.

“can we have sex now?” you whisper, big wide puppy eyes staring up at your boyfriend.

“sorry baby but no can do. past your bedtime.” he winces, giving your ass a light pat to get you on the bed.

“whatever happened to birthday sex!?” you pout, climbing onto the messy sheets of the bed, patting the spot next to you so that your boyfriend could get the hint.

“it’s jj’s birthday, not ours.” he laughs and shakes his head, pulling his t-shirt over his head revealing to you his pretty v line and happy trail. your eyes drift downwards waiting for him to strip off his pants next. “well that’s gotta count,” you shrug, laying your head back against your pillow.

“hate to break it to ya bubba but it doesn’t.”

“please!!! i’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life!!” you whine and climb on top of him once he lays down beside you in nothing but boxers.

“okay well, that's a little dramatic…”

“please please please pretty please johnbee!” you grind your now slippery wet cunt on his bulge, making the fabric of his boxers wet with an obvious little spot.

“you sure? it’s- 10:43…you need your beauty rest right?” he tries to soothe your aching by pressing your body down onto him, his big rough hands squeezing the doughy flesh of your ass as gently as he can. “no, wanna make you feel good.” you shake your head and bring your lips over to the side of his neck to give him a bunch of kisses. its is so beyond easy to get him to give in on something like this!!

and the next thing you know you are on top of him, cowgirl style as he helps you bounce on his cock by lifting you up and down by your ribs, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples every now and then to give you a shockwave of pleasure. “big- big- so bi- johnnyyyy” you could almost drool at how massive he feels inside you, no matter how many times you fuck, you could never full be used to the size of your boyfriend's huge dick. he can tell by the way you can’t make full sentences that you're starting to get cockdrunk and on top of that….sleepy.

“you getting sleepy now bub?” john b hums, flicking your nipples with his thumb a couple of times,

“noooo…”

“yeeaah, she’s getting sleepy on me…” he says while he smiles that sweet sleepy smile.

“m’not! wanna keep doin’ this,” “m’i bouncing good?” you shake your head as tears spill out of your eyes, streaming down your face, and john b knows you're not crying because of pain, it's just what happens when you feel really good.

“super good sweetheart, feel like cumming?” he coos, bringing his hands down to grip your ass, and surely there is gonna be some obvious handmark bruising and soreness on your poor pretty ass in the morning.

“uh huh!”

“sh sh sh, just close your eyes puppy, and cream all over me, cover my cock.” john b takes the opportunity that your body is going weak due to your approaching orgasm and thrusts up into you unbelievably harder and deeper. as soon as your boyfriend hears your cute little high pitched moans escape your lips he knows that within seconds your tight walls are pulsing around him, cumming down hard on his dick, and that’s exactly what happens. you can feel his warm cum shoot up into your tummy, smiling at the feeling, knowing your boyfriend pretty much cums bucketssss!!

you hide your flushed sweaty face in the crook of his neck, your hands still gripping his shoulders with ferocity. john b then hears your breathing return to normal, rubbing your back with soft motions.

“did daddy tire his girl out? hmm? finally ready to get some shut eye huh bubba?”

“feel so full right now, wish we could stay like this forever…” john b continues to rub your back and nod at your drowsy mumbling, and you know you could pass out right in this very moment and he’d take care of you.

ᥫ᭡. ᥫ᭡.

[rwshfordgirl]

oiii gorgeous!! See if u like this, I’ve been overthinking a bit, but hope it’s not bad lol idk, once again I’m here ‘cause of Jude hahaha sorryyy

I was thinkin’ of somethin’ where the reader goes out w/ her friends for a night out, just wanna have fun, chill, and maybe kiss someone. And she does. A super hot guy, the kind that leaves u breathless. But what was supposed to be just a fun moment takes an unexpected turn. On Monday, she arrives for a photoshoot for a big sports brand (Nike, Puma, Adidas, etc.), only to find out she’s gonna be posing w/ a football player, who just so happens to be the guy she kissed that night. The tension was already there, but as the photos are taken, their chemistry gets even more obvious. And the result? The pics turn out so good that ppl start shippin’ them, and even some ppl around them get jealous, ‘cause their connection seems way more than just professional.

Sorry if I went overboard or got too specific haha, couldn’t sum it up 😭😭

Monday Morning

all the images were taken from pinterest.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader!

a/n: thank you for the request, brazilian union 🇧🇷 🗣 it took me a while to write because i wanted something really good, i haven't felt like i've been doing well here and i really wanted to like this fic, it's a great plot. hope you like it!

english is not my first language, please disregard any spelling mistakes.

The new club in Fulham was the new London sensation, your best friend went there on the opening night and has been trying to drag you there ever since, saying it is the best club in town.

Not that going to a nightclub was your favorite idea of fun, but everything told you that it was better to give your friend's idea a chance. Shitty day at work, shitty day at home, coffee spilled on your new coat. "Fuck it, I'm going to distract myself."

In the blink of an eye, you joined your three friends at the club. The DJ's setlist had you dancing like crazy, your hair flying, you raising your hands and singing loudly along with the other girls. Everything was great.

You were feeling at the height of fun, something you hadn't felt since your teenage years when your only concern was passing the year. The looks you got from the men around you made you want to venture even further into that nightclub, but there was someone at the bar who kept an eye on you whenever he could and he was the only one who caught your attention.

"Look at that cutie over there." You pulled your friends gently and shouted, your finger pointing at the man at the bar.

"Go for it, you have nothing to lose."

That was all you needed to hear. You're not the type to hit on men, always waiting for them to make the first move. But today has to be different, today you have to live.

You didn't think twice, you slipped into the crowd and appeared at the opposite end to him. You smiled when you saw him looking for you there, he lost sight of you. But when his eyes met yours and you waved, he lowered his head in embarrassment. He nudged his friend next to him, said something in his ear, and walked over to you.

"Hi." he said in your ear. Reaching out to greet you.

"Hi." you shook his hand.

Her eyes roaming over the male figure in front of her, muscular, smiling and handsome. Her type.

"I've never seen you around here." the loud noise of music, people singing and talking made him speak in your ear.

"It's my first time here."

"My friend owns this place, I'm his partner."

You nodded as you fiddled with the necklace hanging around your neck.

"So you come here often, huh?"

He laughed, running his tongue between his teeth.

"Not really, I live in Madrid."

"Oh, now I remember where I've seen you before! You're the boy from the national team."

He nodded.

"You're right."

It didn't take more than six shared sentences for the player's lips to be glued to his. He didn't kiss you in the middle of the crowd, gently, the English player took you upstairs, empty since it was the space reserved for the team that runs the nightclub.

That kiss wasn't just any kiss, it was the best kiss anyone has ever given. You both shared the same feeling, that your lips were made for each other. His soft lips made you delirious and the taste of your watermelon gloss was delicious, it made him addicted in seconds.

But just like Cinderella, your cell phone alarm went off at midnight, the time you decided you had to leave so you could work with energy tomorrow.

"Do you have to go?"

He asked with his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily, you had just kissed intensely.

"Yes, unfortunately yes."

His eyes became sad and inside he tried to understand why he was sad about having to say goodbye to the woman he had just met.

"It was very good, really good...I hope you come back to Madrid safely."

And you walked away, leaving him standing there smiling like a fool, wondering what had just happened.

It will be hard to forget what happened here. But worst of all, you hadn't exchanged names, contacts, nothing. Just the best kiss in the world.

Monday Morning, The next day.

"Jules, sorry! I'm late."

You said after rushing in from your boss's photography room, he smiled at you.

"Relax, Jude is changing his clothes. You can go too."

"Who's is Jude and who's paying my salary today?"

"Jude Bellingham, Real Madrid and England star. And it's Puma."

Jude Bellingham. Jude Bellingham. "Holy shit, it's him, the boy from last night."You knew it was him, how many times had you seen the commercials he does for famous brands? But fate was so good, it put him in your path again. You couldn't believe it.

"Jude is ready."

A woman dressed in an assistant's clothes and accessories came into the room, Jules looked at me and signaled for me to get my clothes and go change.

You was wearing all Puma, from your top to your sneakers. All white.

In the photography room, the same woman from before was adjusting the collar of the gold-collared shirt that Jude was wearing. He had his back turned and didn't see me enter the room.

"Are you ready, Jude?"

Jules asked and you walked to the middle of the room. Finally, Jude saw you, he jumped back discreetly and smiled.

"Hey."

I whispered.

"Hey."

He whispered back.

"You know what to do."

Jules warned and positioned himself behind the photographer.

Jude's hands gently touched your back, just like he did yesterday. Shoulders pressed together, you and he looked at the camera, heard the first click and for the second photo, your eyes were fixed on each other. What made you smile.

"You guys are doing great, keep it up."

The photo shoot drew praise from everyone there, "from now on she has to take all the photos with jude, they were made for each other.", his manager commented, "i see chemistry between them."

Jude and you were embarrassed, but it was natural, you both were acting naturally, Bellingham made you comfortable.

"I didn't expect to see you again." he commented at the end of the photo shoot.

"Neither did I, but I was praying for it to happen, I just didn't know it would be so soon."

He chuckled. His hands in his pocket and the movement he made back and forth, made him even cuter.

"People liked us, you know?"

"If they only knew what we did last night..."

You smiled and lightly patted his shoulder.

"You fool, it was just a kiss."

"A big kiss."

"Yeah, a big kiss."

The days passed, Jude and you exchanged messages, photos, videos, made video calls. You were part of each other's lives now.

But when the photos came out, it was crazy, the media pointed to her as his new girlfriend, the conversation you had that day was overheard and leaked, people didn't see it as a normal photo shoot.

J: lol did you see the news and the comments?

Y/N: i guess i'm your girlfriend from now on.

J: i don't care, i already had the intention of asking you to be mine.

Y/N: really? i'd be honored.

J: My girlfriend.

[pinklunarprincess]

Your Moon, His Star

Young!Silco X F!Reader

A/N: I FINSIHED IT BITCHES! Is it 2:00 Am where I am? Yeah. Do I care? Not really!!! I hope y'all enjoy this a lot, I'm really proud of it! This is not beta read or proof read, so if there is any spelling or grammar mistakes I"M SORRYYY, like I said, it is 2 in the morning LOL

Warnings: Drinking, smoking, tooth rotting fluff, idiots to lovers, chased by police, swearing, use of pet names (Darling)

Word count: 3.4k

The moonlight shone over Piltover’s streets in angelic silver rays. It would have been a perfectly serene night, if it wasn’t for you and Silco “terrorizing” the streets. However, you and Silco wouldn’t call it “terrorizing”, you would call it “Just getting some fresh air”..... If that fresh air included crashing one of the biggest galas in all of Piltover. You and the raven haired boy sprinted through the streets carrying multiple expensive bottles of champagne and different jewels and diamonds hanging from your neck or stuffed in Silco’s pockets. 

“Janna! Silco! Slow down!!” You huff, desperately trying to catch up to the lanky man in front of you. All he did though was laugh at you. 

“How ‘bout you grow?” He quipped back. You only scoffed at his response and then checked over your shoulder to see if anyone had followed you two. You could only faintly hear the sound of footsteps of some enforcers trailing behind you two. The two enforcers start gaining on you, while Silco is still blazing in front of you. 

Shit.

The footsteps started to rapidly speed up. They definitely saw you. 

“Dammit! Sil!” You pushed yourself to run faster to try to catch up with Silco. His raven hair falling from his messy bun with every step he takes. You could tell he was about to have some sassy come back until he glanced behind him and saw the two enforcers trailing behind you. 

“Aw, shit!” Silco’s piercing blue eyes briefly got wider as he spotted the enforcers. He proceeded to scan the street real quick to see if there were any alleyways for the both of you to duck into. You were able to catch up to him a little bit, but you were just a little bit slower than him. 

“Okay, follow my lead” He said, hardly glancing back at you. You simply grunted to let him know you heard him. At this point you two had made it almost to the Piltover and Zaun bridge. Silco glanced again behind him, his piercing blue eyes locking onto the enforcers, a wild grin spreading over his lips. You loved this side of him. His hair all wild and disheveled, that mischievous glint in his eye, and that damned smirk on his lips. Janna, you found him beautiful. And beautiful is the correct word you would use for him. He was just simply gorgeous. You were so far gone for him, he doesn’t even know the half of it. 

Silco then takes a hard right into an alleyway. You scurry behind him, trying to keep your hold on the bottles of alcohol you had swiped from the party. 

“Silco they’re going to fucking catch us!” You hiss at the lanekey man who was now slowing down to a jog and then a stop. Turning around looking at you with an amused look on his face. He moved to place his bottles he’d been carrying behind a dumpster then holding his hands out for you to give him yours. You quickly do, looking over your shoulder. 

“You dumbass, you just cornered us, what were you thinking?” You scold him. While yes, you found him beautiful and gorgeous and everything under the sun, you also thought he was a dumbass. You had known Silco long enough so see him have some very VERY dull moments. 

“You trust me?” Silco stood at his full height and walked over to you to where the both of you were chest to chest. It made your breath catch in your throat. You gazed up at him with big doe eyes trying to put together what the hell he is thinking right now. What is going on in that gorgeous skull of his? 

“Sometimes..” you fired back truthfully, side eyeing the entrance of the alleyway. You could hear the footfall and shouts of the enforcers growing closer and closer. Silco looked to the mouth of the alley as well, then looked back to you. 

“Trust me now.” Was all he said before he pulled you into his chest and stepped backwards until his back hit the wall. He then spun you around so your back was completely flush to his chest. He then slid down the wall to make sure both of you were completely covered by the giant dumpster. Silcos breath was heavy and rapid behind you, his chest rising and falling quickly. You could feel his silent exhales through his nose brushing just a little bit of the back of your neck and side of your face. It made your heart rate pick up and for a hot flush to start at the base of your neck. Soon you two heard the enforcers footsteps slow down near the mouth of the alley. You didn’t know when he did it, but Silco brought his hand up and over your mouth to silence your breathing. Janna, help you, because that only made your breath more erratic. This was the closest you’ve ever been to him, and it was intoxicating. You briefly forgot about those dammed enforcers and could only focus on how he felt against your back, how one hand was clasped against your mouth and the other was bracing you around your waist. You could smell the smoke of the last cigarette he had and the cologne he had stolen earlier this month. It made you dizzy and blush like a schoolgirl. 

“We lost ‘em..” One of the enforcers said dejectedly from the end of the alley.

“Sneaky bastards.” The other muttered storming away. You and Silco stayed sitting there next to the dumpster, afraid that if one of you moved then you would get caught again. You both listened as the enforcers footsteps retreated and how they both bitched and moaned about not being able to catch the both of you. You two waited a few extra seconds before you two started moving. You moved Silcos hand away from your mouth as you turned around to look at him. 

“I think we’re safe now Sil…” You stated quietly as you locked eyes with him. He only looked at you with a shit eating grin spreading across his face. 

“I think we are…” He responded back, showing no sign that he was going to move from his position on the ground. You knew what this smile was, his See? You should never doubt me smile. You scoffed at him and proceeded to get up, wiping some dust and dirt off of your pants. 

“Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but you got that stupid smirk saying “ohhh! You should always trust me! You should always trust Silco!”” You do you best Silco impersonation while speaking and collecting the bottles from the ground. He didn’t respond though, he smiled morphed into something else, something softer. You didn’t see it however, you were too busy trying to carry as many bottles of alcohol as you could. 

“Let me help with that.” Silco said softly to you. 

“No, I’ve got it.” You tried to stand your ground against him. He merely raised an eyebrow, challenging you. 

“Darling, you’re going to walk two feet and drop one of these bottles, let me take a few.” What did he just call you? Darling…..DARLING?!? You had to have had one of the most stupid expressions on your face, you felt yourself short circuit. You just dumbly stood there, looking up at the lanky man all doe-eyed, unbelieving that he just called you a pet name. He took your lack of response as an invitation to take a bottle or two from your hands. You wouldn’t say this outloud and inflate his ego, but he was right. You would’ve dropped some bottles if you tried to carry them all like you had originally planned to. 

The walk back to the Undercity was quiet between you two, but it was a comfortable quiet. You both walked shoulder to shoulder, with no particular rush. It was nice, just you, Silco, and the moon. If anything, he was your moon. He was calm but still radiant. His beauty is only discovered by the few who stay up and seek him out. You hope you were his star. Always there with him at night, shining bright just for him. 

“You wanna taste some of this Piltie crap before we go home?” He had broken the silence holding up one of the bottles, he had been observing one of the bottles labels as you were walking. 

“Sure, I could also use a smoke too” You shrug. You knew smoking was good for you, that’s why you never carried a pack on you, but you indulged every now and then with Silco. The man only nodded at this idea, smiling a bit. 

You both arrive back into the Undercity to the bank of the Piltover river right underneath one of the bridges that connects the two cities. This was yours and Silco’s spots. Every time you both needed an escape from life, you would come down here and smoke, gossip, let one or the other vent, it was your safe space with him. You had settled against one of the brick walls with your legs stretched out in front of you, Silco was standing in front pulling out his pack of cigs. He hands one to you, and your fingers briefly brush. It sends electric tingles down your arm and makes you slightly smile. Janna, he doesn’t know the effect he has on you. You whisper a ‘thank you’ to him, and he merely just hums. He puts his cig between his lips and then pulls out his lighter. You’re watching every single move he makes, because it’s intoxicating. The way his long nimble fingers just grab onto his lighter, the way he bends down to light your cigarette for you. Just watching him was better than any drug and all Runeterra. He eventually lights his own and has to sadly put away his lighter. 

“Which one do you want?” He asks between puffs. In all honesty you hadn’t looked at the bottles hard enough to even see what they were. 

“Eh, I don’t care, whichever one you choose works with me” You take a long drag from your cig, gazing up at the man. He just shrugs and picks up said bottle and uncorks it with his pocket knife. “Can I keep the cork?” You ask as he settles down next to you with the open bottle. He looks at you and shrugs. “Sure.” He holds out the end of his pocket knife to you and you gently pick it off and put it in your pocket for safe keeping. You wanted something to remember this night by. 

“First sips are for you my lady” He holds the bottle out to you, trying to act like some Piltie gentleman. 

“How chivalrous, you certainly are a gentleman” You try to imitate your best posh accent to match his theatrics. Silco just laughs at your response. You take the bottle from him and take a sip. You couldn’t help the face you made after it had touched your tastebuds. 

“Oh my Janna….that is SHIT!” You say gagging and making faces “Here, try it” you push the bottle back to Silco. He had been studying your face and expressions the whole time. You were still wearing one of the necklaces you both had stolen from the gala, it was encrusted with diamonds around the chain and had a ruby pendant that settled right on your collarbone. It looked magnificent on you, in Silco’s opinion no one else should be able to wear that necklace, but you. It was at that moment Silco swore to himself that he would always get you jewelry. You deserved all of the finer things in life, and if it turned him mad to get you what you so desired? Then a mad man he would be. Only for you.

You could tell Silco was lost in thought somewhere, he had this look on his face that he was thinking too hard. 

“Helloooo….earth to Silcooo” You wave the bottle in front of his face and he snaps out of the trance that he had been put in from your beauty. 

“I-um… sorry, ‘bout that” He muttered. He stuttered, Silco never stuttered. You also noticed a little pink had started dusting his ears. He then took a large gulp from the bottle and nearly spat it out. 

“What the fuck is this??” He asked incredulously, scrutinizing the bottle like it would suddenly speak and give him some answers. 

“Did you not hear me say it was shit?” You laughed taking another drag from your cigarette. “I mean you swear with how much money they got up there they would be able to get some good shit” You said as you puffed out some smoke 

“Money doesn’t buy taste.” Silco responded blandly while he also took another drag from his own cigarette. You looked at him for a few seconds as he gazed out over the water. He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew when you were looking at him, you’re not exactly subtle, but he wouldn’t point it out because he liked the attention from you. You suddenly arose and stubbed out your cig. 

“Dance with me” It wasn’t a question, it was more a demand. You stood right in front of the man as stared up at you dumbly. 

“I don’t dance.” He deflected. It’s not that he doesn’t dance, it’s just if he did dance with you he would probably mess it up and embarrass himself.

“You’re a fucking liar. Get up.” You move forward and try to pick him up off the ground to dance with you. You had seen this man dance many times in The Last Drop, so you KNEW he could move his body somewhat. 

“There’s no music” He protested.

“We can make it up, in our heads” You offered. He was now fully standing, looking down at you and grimacing at the thought. 

“Come onnnn, dance with me like how the Pilites all dance at those stupid galas” You tug on his arms playfully. “Indulge me Sil, let me feel fancy for the night” with that final sentence out of your mouth he was a goner. He’d do anything for you. It was like something took over his body the second you had said those words. He stubbed out his cigarette and then grabbed you by the waist and hand. He looked at you for any discomfort at his hand placement, but there was none found. Only thing he saw was this look of joy spreading across your features. You placed your hands on his upper back and in his other hand. Out of sheer confidence, Silco pulled you more into his chest. You nearly squealed with how quickly he pulled you into him. It was just like the alley all over again. You head was getting dizzy and you felt a flush starting to move up your neck just from the proximity. 

You both were able to achieve a simple three step waltz on your own. The music was only known to the two of you, but that’s all that mattered. As the dance continued you both were just in your own little bubble, no one could break this trance of you and him. He made you feel safe and comfortable. In this moment, alone with him, nothing could go wrong. It was moments like these that made your heart yearn for something more with him. You sighed and in an act of boldness, you rested your head against his chest. Still moving along to the invisible melody the two of you had created. The second you rested your head on Silcos chest he prayed to any higher god to keep his heart rate down. He prayed so hard that you didn’t hear how crazy his heart was going from how close you were. The moment was so intimate. Something only a couple would share. It was silent for a few more minutes before Silco broke it. 

“I really like the necklace you’re wearing” He stated a little awkwardly. The comment caught you off guard.

“You mean the one I stole?” You took your head off of his chest and you saw the pink dusting the top of his cheeks.

“Yea-Yes. It suits you. You deserve more.” He muttered out again, a little dumbly. You stared at him for a few moments before it hit you like bricks. 

Silco is flustered. SILCO IS FLUSTERED OVER YOU. You let the realization sink in a few moments before you say anything in return. 

“Silco?” You smile coyly at him. Leaning more into him to try to get more of a reaction. Oh this was so delicious! Seeing him getting flustered and shy just trying to compliment you. He gulped and hummed as a response. 

“Are you flustered?” You questioned, knowing the answer already. He went to open his mouth, but then immediately closed it. This was a rare sight, Silco at a loss for words. You couldn't believe it.   

“Oh Janna you are!” You giggled, eating up his reaction. His cheeks reddening by the second. There was no point where he was even trying to defend himself saying that he wasn’t, because he couldn’t lie to you. 

“Are you done with teasing me?” Silco asked a little in pain. You thought momentarily before you responded. 

“Hmm, you know I’m not actually. Not until you tell me why” You eyes gleamed devilishly. There was a part of you that was hoping, praying, wishing on every single star that you had caused Silco to get this way. It took a few moments of silence and fear in the tall man's eyes before he responded. 

“If you have to know..” He muttered out, gulping yet again. You watched his adam's apple bob before flicking your eyes back up to his. He was trying to form a sentence, but every time you looked at him like he was some beautiful cosmic god, he had lost everything he was going to say. “You make me nervous,” he stated bluntly. You both had stopped your waltz and were now just standing in an embrace with each other. You waited for him to add more on. 

“You make me nervous, and you make me want to spoil you. I know I’m just some poor minor out of the undercity, but I promise you. When we get this Zaun thing figured out, I will spoil you with everything life has to offer. Every piece of jewelry, any dresses you heart desires, any shitty pilite drink or food you would like, you can have it” Silco stared intensely into your eyes. Your mouth had gone dry. That singular sip you took of that wine had to be laced because you were most definitely hallucinating right now. “Why….why are you saying this?” You asked, your breath becoming uneven and you held the man with some much hope and desire. The air was tense between the two of you as Silco was letting your question sit. He was trying to find the right words again. Your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest from the anticipation. 

“Because I love you.” There it was. Those words you had been waiting to hear from him, finally spoken into existence. You knew he was worried though, from the lack of your response. You were too happy to even verbally respond. You only moved your hands to the lapels of his leather jacket and moved him forward into an all encompassing kiss. At first he wasn’t expecting it, he was in a state of shock. But as the kiss continued he relaxed into it, trying to pull you closer to him (Who knows if that is even possible). His hands roamed around your body, trying to commit everything to memory. You were so precious to him, and he needed you to see that. You both had to break away so you could breathe momentarily. 

“I’m assuming you feel the same?” Silco smirked and laughed a little at your flushed and slightly disheveled self. You looked more gorgeous than ever. 

“Dammit Silco I love you, please kiss me again” You had a new hunger in your eyes that he had never seen before, and he LOVED IT. 

Needless to say you two didn’t spend much longer underneath the bridge by the river. In fact you had both started moving back to Silco’s place for the night. But that proved a little difficult because every few steps you two would stop and kiss one another passionately. You eventually made it to the last drop, giggling quietly like two teenagers in love. Sneaking your way up to Silco’s bedroom where you two would spend the first of many nights together.

[depressopax]

Dale cooper nsfw alphabet pls

I got you anon!!! I'd love to post the whole thing now, but didn't have the inspiration 😭 Sorryyy Will post the next parts soon!! <3

Dale Cooper NSFW alphabet

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. Reader is gender neutral and referred to as "partner" Words: 700 Summary: Dale Cooper NSFW headcanons, part 1 A-F English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Have said it before and will say it again

AFTERCARE KING!

Loves giving and receiving aftercare.

Sex with him can get intense - whether he’s on top or he’s bottom. 

So he appreciates some good aftercare 

He showers you with love. 

Letting you know how well you did, how good it felt etc…

Homeboy is an overthinker. He’s anxious he did something wrong “Was it good to you?”“Did I hurt you?”“Are you ok, my love?”

He also appreciates receiving aftercare after being submissive to him

Absolutely LOVES when you stroke his hair and lets him rest his head against your chest

Taking baths together, massages… You name it.

He doesn’t like going to sleep in a mess, so he cleans you and himself up, and offers to fix the bed if things get messy.

A cuddler <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dale: His hands. He likes the way they can make you feel. And oh boy he knows how to use his hands. 

His fingers are long, not so thick but he definitely knows how to curl them to give you pleasure.

He really likes giving you handjobs/fingering you.

…And covering your mouth with his hand, having you sucking on his fingers when you moan to loudly

Like I said, he’s skilled with his hands and takes pride in the things he can do. (...I think I have a thing for hands, sorry not sorry)

You: - Non-sexual: Your eyes. He could stare into your eyes for hours and never get tired of them. - Sexually; he loves your lips. 

The sounds that leave your mouth during sex, the way those pretty lips feel wrapped around his cock… 

And the way you bite your lip drives him wild, too.

I mean, what’s there not to love?

Also I feel like he’s an ass guy. 

Big or small cake? 

…He eats both ;)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn’t like leaving a mess, so he likes finishing inside condoms

…If you use condoms, ofc.

He thinks it’s hot to finish on your body, usually your face or chest, but he wouldn’t admit that. 

When you cum, he doesn’t mind a mess tho.

He likes watching you finish and is always amazed by how he manages to make you feel so good

Definitely helps you clean up after you climax

Not with a towel tho iykwim… 🤭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dale has a thing for orgasm-denial, edging and overstimulation.

Sometimes when he jerks off, he edges himself just to “spice it up”

Likes it when his partners do these things to him.

There's something about the frustration of it that turns him on. He’s turned on by the thought of you having complete control of him, not even letting him control his own releases. 

He thinks doing these things to you is fun too lol

Watching you tear up as he keep denying your orgasm 

Driving you to the point where you whimper and beg for him is extremely attractive

And the intense orgasms you have when he finally allows them… 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few partners before, so he knows what he’s doing.

Still, he was nervous his first time with you.

He wanted to make it feel good for the both of you

He’d be especially nervous if it was your first time

Dale is very observant and keep track of how you react 

This way, he figures out just how to touch you to make you satisfied

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dale likes the “classic” positions. 

His fav is definitely missionary.

He likes how intimate it is, and wants to see your face when he thrusts into you

He also likes 69, so he can tease you with his tongue, whilst getting taken care of.

[s7nburn]

Get some rest

Billy Dunne x Camilla Dunne - Angst/fluff

Warnings: Mentions of drug use and cheating. Angst/Fluff

Disclaimer: SPOILER WARNING It was requested that Billy was always faithful.

Italics are what happened in the dream.

Summary: Billy wakes up in the middle of the night, breaking out in a sweat after the nightmare, but his love, Camila, is there to comfort him.

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Billy was pulled into a deep kiss...He kissed her back, more passionately. Pulling away for a breath, he realized the girl he kissed wasn't his wife, it was some stranger. He looked over to his left, his eyes landed on the bedside table, the table was covered in pills, a couple more lines left too.

Billy was awoken by multiple soft taps on his shoulder. Camila, he thought, thank God. "Hey, hey.. are you okay?" She asked, moving loose strands of hair out of his face. He pants, still in some state of shock from the nightmare. He makes eye contact with her, "yeah I just," he turns his head away from her, "bad dream is all." He stated.

Camila knew Billy, she knew it was more than a "bad dream." She sighed as he turned over, his back facing her. She cuddled up next to him, "what happened?" she asked softly, rubbing his side. Billy's eyes were filled with tears, he was choked up, Camila looks at him with worried eyes as he turned back around. He remembers.

Soft hands wandering around his body, his back, his arms, his thighs. Her gentle lips on his neck, kissing lightly.

He winces at the thought. Tears falling from his eyes, he nuzzles his face in her chest as he continues to sob. Her hand coming up to hold his head, playing with his hair. "It's okay" she said as she looked of into the distance, "it's okay." He begins to speak, "There was a girl," he sniffled, he tried to speak again but couldn't, he was frozen.

"You can tell me," camila adds, looking down at him. "In the dream, the nightmare, this girl...I cheated." he finishes his sentence from before. He soon explained the dream and what happened in it, including the drugs.

Camila is very understanding, she knows how the drugs have effected his life, and she knows how hard it is. "It's okay...just get some rest." Camila said, still playing with his hair as he drifts away in her arms.

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A/n: first djats fic and I kinda like it. Feel free to send me more requests!! If there any spelling mistakes I'm sorryyy

Taglist: @babygorewhore @svvy2003

[everybodyshusband]

hi again, I'm the anon that asked about age regression yesterday. tysm for your answer, this kinda... calmed my worries about it I guess. but still, even if I want to, I don't know if u can just force yourself to do that soooo...

oh, sweet anon, you’re not gonna believe this… ksjfhfjsdj

i’m half an half little/big pleasee ignore any spelling mistakes arrgghhh i’m sorryyy. i wanted to answer your question as fast as i could !! <3

i’m so happy it calmed you down a bit !! i know, for me at least, the more i learned about age regression the more comfy i felt about it ? so hopefully that’s how you’re feelin now you know a bit more :)

an about not bein able to force your self to regress ? i, uhm. i have some news for you, anon, hehe :) (also disclaimer that i am just a Lil Guy on the internet with experience with this stuff, not an expert or a psychologist)

there is two ways to describe age regression: voluntary and involuntary. i mostly rgress involuntarily (and because of thatt, i write about the ghouls regressing involuntarily too) which means when i go little, it’s not a concious decision :(

buuuuut…. lots of people regress voluntarily, which means they put them selves into the regressed headspace when they want !!! i do not know heaps about voluntary rgression because i have not actually tried to be small on my own terms yet :0 but it’s definitely a thing !!! so uhhmm yeahh !! if you want to, anon, you can make yourself regress :)

personally, if i am already regressed but i want/need to feel even smaller to feel safe, i like to scroll through the “#sfw agere” tag on tumblr an play the little games and read through the cute posts people make about bein small !! if you wanted to try regressing, maybe that is some thing you could try that might help you make your self get into the headspace ?

again if you want more information you can keep sendin in asks, i am very happy to answer your questions as best as i can <3 oh oh ! and if you want me to re-type this with out the half-rgressed typing, i am happy to do that too :)

[snapefiction]

Can I request a Snape x Reader where the reader gets pregnant and reveals her pregnancy in the form of a Christmas gift, maybe some cute baby kittens? 🥺 absolutely love your work, and thought to keep it christmassy!

A/N: Thank you so much for your compliment and for this cute request! I hope you like the way this one turned out! ❤️

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Word count: 2189

Warnings: Mentions of throwing up, Swearing

Due to your Job at the tea shop at Diagon alley you always got very busy around the Christmas Holidays. Starting at the end of November the Wizards, Witches, goblins and a lot of more magic beings started to flood the small shop only to get the best tea in whole England, atleast that's what Severus your longterm boyfriend called it. Severus was a Potions Professor at Hogwarts one of the most popular schools for magic. The two of you met around 6 years ago when he ran into your shop only to get a bag of tea. He was very late and you actually already had closed but when your gaze met his you fell for him. That's why you let him in your shop after closing time to buy the last pack of peppermint tea. On the Next day he came back early in the morning as the first costumer of the day only to buy some more tea. This continued two weeks long until he had every variation of tea at his kitchen and finally dared to ask you out. Since then the both of you have been inseparable. The both of you never fought- you always somehow agreed with each other on every topic. Even though he might be a little older than you are, eleven years to be exact, he always shared your opinions. 

That's why you knew exactly what to get for Severus on Christmas and what not. To bring more happiness into the small house at Spinners end the both of you always thought about adopting a cat. At first Severus was a little bit skeptical but when he saw that little kitten at the animal shelter in Cokesworth he fell in love with a little lady named Ally. He was crazy about her and you had never seen him this happy about something before. Because the Owls approached shortly before Christmas this year and you couldn't take some time off before the 24th of December you had to decide that Ally would move in with you the day after Christmas. It wouldn't be fair to her if she, as she was only a kitten yet, would've to stay at home all alone all day long. That's why you decided to wait which seemed to be the best solution for everyone.

Anyways. Today was the 16th of December and only after two hours after your shift started your feet started to hurt. This usually only happens short before your shift ended at 7 Pm but not at 2Pm. Not thinking anything about it you kept working and selling everyone the most variously teas in town. But it wasn't until a few hours later as you noticed how the smell of Vanilla almost made you choke. It turned from one of your favourite smells into your worst nightmare. Thinking about enchanting the damn box of vanilla tea you got more and more stressed out by every minute.

,,Is everything alright Y/N?" Your co-worker and chef Kim asked as she passed you a cup of tea. Curious she raised her brows.

,,Yes, I'm alright. Just caught a Cold or something." Smirking she nodded and you knew that she probably thought of completely other things.

,,Or maybe it's because you are all my cupcakes, dear." She now said in a bit huffing tone only to show you the empty plate as an evidence sign.

,,I'm sorryyy- they're just so great." Rolling her eyes Kim now sat down next to you. ,,I know. That's why you stole them the last few weeks from the fridge."

,,I'll get you new ones tomorrow, I promise." Chuckling you grabbed a cookie from your lunchbox before taking another sip of your tea.

,,I really hope so. Or else I have to ask Severus for a Potion that could make you hate Cupcake or I don't know.. enchant them or something. He's probably more intelligent than I am when it's about inventing spells and potions." She mumbled while browsing through a new catalog of tea ingredients and jars. The day went by without any further events and you almost couldn't wait anymore until Severus would come back home in less than 8 days by now.

Waking up in the morning you knew something wasn't right. Your stomach turned around and you barely made it to the toilet until the cupcakes and cookies from yesterday and the tea made their way up your throat again. This couldn't be happening. It was the most important time of the year for the shop and you just couldn't get sick right now. Somehow, even though you were 25 Minutes late, you still made it to the tea shop where a stressed out Kim was awaiting you.

,,Y/N! Thank Merlin you're here! I though you wouldn't come at all." Shaking your Head You silently took her place at the cashbox so she could do her job. As the lunchtime came around and you got to close the shop for round about 30 Minutes Kim wasn't waiting long until pressuring you to another smalltalk again.

,,Why do you look so sad? Did you forgot the Cupcakes or something?" Her Face was tensioned as the thought of not getting her loved cupcakes again.

,,They're in the fridge." You sighed before rubbing your eyes and leaning back against the wall. Watching her hovering above the plate of cupcakes you had to talk to her. ,,Sorry for being late. I just- I had to throw up all morning long. It's a nightmare." Holding a Cupcake in her hand the pink haired woman who was also somehow your best friend now listened closer to what you said.

,,Let's hope You're not pregnant, I wouldn't be able to lead the shop without you." She mumbled and bid into the sweet bakery in her hand. ,,Maybe it's just something about your Period coming up. PMS or so what."

,,I don't know. I can't even remember my last Period." You joked innocently, bid into a cupcake as well only to almost spit it out a few seconds after. Kim's eyes widened as well.

,,No way!" She said now putting the cupcake aside. ,,No fricking way!" Kim now gasped and held her hand above her mouth. You instantly realised that you couldn't remember your last period because you didn't had one. Wiping your mouth with a paper towel that Kim just gave you you rethought the last few months. The last time you really remembered your period was around October. October?! ,, Don't Play jokes on me!" She almost squeaked jumping happily up and down. If you really were pregnant she'd always of course support you and Severus. Wait- Shit- you had to tell Severus! But you didn't even made a test yet. Was it even necessary? Of course it was necessary. Looking back at Kimberly you just noticed how she had been talking to you all the time.

,,You know what, Sweety? You will take some time off today. I'll get Sarah to help me out and you can things get figured out, ok?"  Just nodding easily you couldn't be happy just yet but just worry. If you were pregnant you were sure that Severus would be a lovely father but what about you? Are you ready to be a mom? A good mom the child of someone like Severus would deserve? And even worse if you weren't pregnant, would you feel sad or relieved? Would Severus even like to have kids with you? Your thought were so busy to rethink everything that you got out of words when you sat at the bathroom on the rim of the bathtub holding up the potion Kim just handed you and thinking about the Muggle pregnancy test you also got which were also about to tell you if you were expecting a baby or not.

,,And how do I use the potion?" You had asked Kim on the phone.

,,You have to spit in it and maybe shake it a little bit. If it turns red you're not pregnant." She said as her curiosity almost made her jump through the phone but you just hung up while still being shocked. Doing as she said you spit in the small jar, mixing it up with the fluid in it and shaking it. As you sat it down on the counter you buried your face in your hands. This was nerve wrecking! And a few seconds later you had your results.

24th December You had set up the Christmas Tree by yourself and already made Dinner so you and Severus could relax as soon as he would arrive late at the evening. Also you managed to pick up Ally earlier then planned due to Kim telling you to stay at home until Severus would be back again. The last few days you were so nervous it was stealing your sleep. Not being able to relax you sat on the couch watching Ally sleep in her small basket. Only when you heard the Keys turn in the lock you felt like some weight fell off your shoulders.

,,Y/N, love. I'm home." Your tall Boyfriend instantly went looking for you. Pulling you close to kiss you he softly hummed against your lips- you missed him so much! After he let go of you he instantly kneeled down to pet Ally. ,,She's so cute, isn't she?" Nodding he looked up to you. ,,She's a baby!" His voice was so high pitched it made you chuckle instantly. He was a strict man and seeing him becoming so excited about this tiny kitty was just too cute. As he got himself to let go of her he took off his jacket and sat down on the couch next to you. He always enjoyed slowly arriving at home just spending the first few moments with you but you were just too tensed. ,,Ready for Dinner?" You quickly pressed. Before Severus could answer you already hurried to the Kitchen.

The Dinner went on surprisingly unproblematic. He talked about the so very ugly Christmas sweater he got from Minerva and how he gave her some pink socks in return. To his disadvantage she loved the socks and wasn't upset or anything at all. They loved getting themselves the ugliest Presents they found so they could watch the other one being teased. Last year he got her the Biography from Lockhart- ohh she was raging about this one! ,,I'm never ever going to wear that ,thing'. Anyways, your presents are always the bests. I can't wait to see what you got me." He said before downing the last bite of chicken down with some wine. Smiling nervous you just nodded getting up to wash the plates. ,,Y/N, let me do that after we unwrapped our gifts." He smiled and kissed your neck softly.

Your legs felt like they would collapse any second that's how nervous you were by now. How would he react? Well, you were about to find out.

Sitting next to each other at the couch he smiling gave you another kiss. ,,What's bothering you so much?" He whispered against your lips and you knew your cover has been blown. His hands carefully petted the small kitty who just walked over his legs to lay down on your lap.

,,I'm just nervous that you maybe won't like my present. That's all." And by that you gave him the small box form below the tree.

,,I'm sure i will love the present as much as I love you." His smile was as wide as could be but as he opened the lid of the box and it discovered the small cat plushie, the potion you used to discover your pregnancy and a small baby body in the colours of Slytherin it faded. He was staring at it not believing his eyes. ,,What does this mean?" You opened your mouth but no words left your mind.

,,Y/N, if you're just joking - that's - that's not funny." He said now suddenly vulnerable and his eyes started to glistening. ,,I'm pregnant, Sev." You mumbled trying to hide your Face behind your hair. He suddenly breathed out and he hugged you tight.

,,I'm going to be a father?" Getting up while still hugging you he spun you around. Chuckling you noticed how all your worries weren't important at all. The relief was knocking all your doubts down. Looking at Severus you couldn't help it but cry - he was so very happy.

,,You're going to be the best father ever." ,,And you the best Mom. I knew that your present would be the best!" Letting you down you both sat down again. Instantly Severus hand found their way to your stomach trying to feel any type of Life.

,,Well, I have to admit that the new teacup I got for you isn't as good as your surprise. But I hope you still like it. I never thought I’d become a father myself- that’s so great!“ And again you kissed him being happy about the changes and the new members of your family. The both of you couldn't be happier!

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[jypark-gae]

I Missed You | Yoongi

requested

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

words: 2,791

masterlist

— the ending is shit lol. im tired sorryyy. why was this so long? idk. sorry if there’s any spelling/grammar mistakes it’s like 3 am rn—

“Y/N, you’re my best friend and all, but could you turn your volume down? You’re wearing headphones but I can still hear your music from here.” You took off the headphones, blinking and looking at Yoongi confusingly.

“What?” He laughed, sighing at your cute confused face. “Turn your volume down.” Getting up from your chair, you go to sit down closer to him.

“Nah.”

With that, you turned the volume up and continued to listen to the song. Yoongi shook his head, watching as you stuck your tongue out childishly. He turned away from you and faced his computer once again, clicking on the play button.

The beat he made in around half an hour plays, Yoongi pursing his lips as he listens to it for what seemed the 100th time. You pause your music and listen to it yourself. It sounded good, as all the things Yoongi composes do. “Is this an assignment for class?” you asked, tilting your head.

He pauses the music, giving you his full attention. “No, just a little something I’m working on for myself.” Sighing, you went over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"You need to rest, you know?” you joked, your melodic laugh playing in his ear. Yoongi smiled, not replying to your comment. “Anyways, I’ve got to go.”

Your warm hands were no longer on his pale skin, your figure grabbing your bag and heading for the exit. “Where to?” he asked you.

"Home. Got stuff to do,” His teeth fiddled with the skin of his bottom lip, his palm holding his chin. “You sure have a lot to do lately.” Your hand rested on the knob, body stopping at his words.

Eyebrows furrowed, you suppressed a sigh. You wish you could tell him why you were so busy. You wish you weren’t so busy so you could have more quality time with him before he wouldn’t be able to bestow you with his presence. Tears almost fell at that moment, and you were glad you were turned around, your face hidden from him.

Plastering on the realist fake smile you could muster, you turned around and faced him with it. When you did, he could feel that something was wrong. That wasn’t the smile he loved. “Yeah. See you tomorrow!”

Without even letting him say anything back, you dashed out of the room. As you went down the stairs and into the student parking lot, Yoongi thought to himself. What was wrong with you? Last month you seemed fine, yet recently you’ve been cutting your hangouts short. Even if he knew you’d tell him eventually, he couldn’t help but worry. You were his best friend, someone he considered close to him, of course he’d worry. As much as he didn’t want to, he pushed the thoughts away and turned back to the computer in front of him.

You were sat in Yoongi’s studio once again, this time actually talking with him instead of watching him compose stuff like usual. “So basically, what I’m trying to say is that he’s a dick.” He laughed at your comment, his gummy smile making you smile as well. "Yeah, Y/N I totally didn’t get that from all the other times you’ve said it.” You slapped him playfully, pouting.

"Hey! I'm making a good point here!" “Whatever you say. Oh yeah- want to go watch a movie next week? I already bought the tickets.” Yoongi got up, going over to his backpack that sat on the floor. He goes through a bunch of pockets until finally he grabs two slips of paper.

"Here. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I can go with someone else but I guess I’d rather watch it with you.” You smile at his words, reading the words printed onto the ticket.

“What, yes of course I’d want to. This is sweet of you, you didn’t have to.” He shakes his head, “I wanted to.” You were glad the movie wasn’t on the date you’d be leaving, or after. As cheesy as it was, it was a day before. Hopefully you’d have time to, with your parent’s understanding. One last time to hang out with your best friend. You still needed to tell him you were leaving Korea. You’d tell him that day.

Yeah, on that day you would tell him. You wanted to spare as much hurt as you could. If you waited to tell him, you were preventing him from stressing and worrying about your guys’ time together. It was for the best.

It’s been a week. You’d be on a plane to China tomorrow. Currently, you were changing into your clothes. You didn’t want to overdo it, but you also didn’t want the last image of you in Yoongi’s mind to be ugly. Finally finishing, you look at yourself in the mirror. You were satisfied with yourself. Grabbing your phone and movie ticket, you bid farewell to your parents and head out the door.

The movie theater wasn’t far from where you lived, so you walked there. Yoongi wasn’t there yet, but the movie wasn’t going to start until 12 minutes so you didn’t fret too much. You got a large soda to share with him, and a bag of his favorite candy. 10 minutes until the movie started. Maybe he was running late? He sometimes did that. You stood outside the room, pacing around.

As people passed you, they stared and sometimes asked if you were confused about where to go. 6 minutes. You set the stuff down and got out your phone, calling Yoongi. The ringing continued after a few good seconds, and finally it stopped “God, Yoongi where are you, you should-” A monotone voice of a woman interrupted you, telling you to leave a voice message for the number you were trying to call. Groaning, you hang up and shove your phone back in your pocket. 2 minutes left. He still wasn’t here.

You wanted to cry, you wanted him to get here so you could have a good time but to also slap him. To tell him that you were scared he wouldn’t come and you wouldn’t get to hang out with him before you left. Your thoughts distracted you for a good while because you heard dramatic music from inside, the voices of actors appearing. He was late.

You still waited outside, hoping to see him run into the theater short of breath and with an apology. Though, not everything goes as wanted. It had been 10 minutes and still no sign of Yoongi. With teary eyes, you entered the theater room and took a seat in the far back. Even with the loud volume and big screen in front of you, you couldn’t focus on the movie. Your mind was on a Yoongi. Why didn’t he come? He said he’d come, heck- he was the one who invited you!

Eventually, you let the tears fall and you sobbed quietly, though people who heard dismissed it as you being emotional over the sad scene. The rest of the movie you just cried, munching on some of the candy. Before you knew it, it ended. The lights brightened up, people getting up from their seats.

Wiping your face, you get up as well and start to leave the area. It wasn’t until you were near the exit that you saw Yoongi heading towards you. He was late, way late. The movie was around 2 hours long and you’d gotten there around 6. It was 8, technically night. Yoongi saw you and stopped walking, “Y/N I know I’m late and shit I-” You shake your head, a sigh coming from your lips.

"Don’t make anything up, please. You were late, it doesn’t matter. This was supposed to be a day where we hung out, but you were late!”

“We can still hang out it’s not-” You interrupted him once again. "No, we can’t hang out Yoongi! I’m leaving Korea tomorrow, I need to be back home so we can double check everything! I wanted my last day here to be with you, but you didn’t come! Now we won’t get to hangout until god knows when! Fuck- Yoongi I cried the whole time, knowing I didn’t have one last happy memory with you. It’s too late, there’s no time.” The tears rolled down your cheeks once more, and Yoongi just stood there, processing your words.

“Bye, Yoongi.” The bag of candy is shoved into his arms, and you begin to walk back home. “Wait Y/N!” You continue walking, ignoring his yells. A hand grabs your wrist, turning you around.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving Korea?” he asks you quietly. With a trembling lip, you take your arm back. “I didn’t want to worry you. I was supposed to tell you today, and I did, but not how I wanted to.”

You send him a forced smile and begin to walk away once again. This time Yoongi didn’t stop you. He watched as you walked away from him, leaving him for who knows how long. He didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want you to leave Korea. He didn’t want you to leave him. Deep inside, he was hurting, crying for you to stay. But on the outside, he held a blank face and furrowed eyebrows. Inhaling sharply, Yoongi turns and walks opposite of you.

“Are you all done, Y/N?” your mom asks you. Sighing, you lift yourself up from the ground and nod at her. “Let’s go then.” Grabbing your suitcases full of memories, you follow your mother out of the house. It was hard to believe that it would no longer be your property. Leaving the place you grew up in hurt, leaving everyone you loved behind wasn’t easy either. You hadn’t even left Korea and you already missed him. You missed Yoongi.

Your eyes scanned your house one last time before entering the car. Once sat down, you bring your feet up to the two extra seats, knees holding your chin. Little tears fell from your eyes, barely audible cries escaping your throat. Time flew by fast because it within minutes you were at the airport. You didn’t want to go, but you had to.

Your dad opens the car door for you, giving you a sympathetic smile. You step out of the car and grab your things, walking towards the entrance. The 3 of you sat down, talking to each other while waiting for the flight. Finally your flight was called, and standing up never seemed so hard. Walking to the gate, you swallow the lump in your throat and hold back the tears.

You watched as the airport workers walked around the area, the flight attendant walking up and down the isle. A message came from the pilot, telling you to turn off your devices. You keep on staring out the window and doing nothing. The airplane takes off, heading towards China.

You curl up and wrap yourself in the blanket you brought, eyes shutting closed. You didn’t know if you could live your life without him by your side. You felt helpless. Little did you know, Yoongi felt the same. You were gone, you wouldn’t come back. He didn’t even get to express the way he felt towards you.

Throughout the years, you made friends and even sparked some romances. Though, they didn’t make your heart flutter. Not like it would with him. Yoongi made friends, saw some girls but none of them made him feel special like you did. Life was hard without you. He missed seeing you sitting in the studio, watching him write down lyrics and such. He missed being able to wrap his arms around you and hug you for as long as he wanted. He missed having someone to be comfortable around. You missed it too. You missed him, his awkward hugs, his lame jokes and sarcastic comments. You didn’t know if you could do it. You didn’t know if you could live life on without him.

It had been a while since you’ve been in Korea. It was like just yesterday you landed on China, feeling hopeless and lonely. But in reality that was years ago. You weren’t a teenager anymore, you were in your twenties. You had made it, you had lived without him. Smiling, you set your suitcase against the hotel’s wall and grab the remote on the counter. Turning on the tv, a music show starts playing. “Performing their newest song, this is BTS!”

You watch as the camera pans in on 7 handsome men, singing and dancing perfectly. You remember Yoongi telling you he wanted to do this exact thing, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d gotten closer to that goal. Your question was answered when a familiar face began to rap, his hair now a bright blue. Your eyes widen, keeping your eyes on the boy you once knew, now a man. The beat to the song was amazing, catchy.

It made you want to dance along, despite not knowing the choreography. Did Yoongi produce this? His verse was over and another one of the members began to sing. Ever since leaving, Yoongi and you never kept in touch. He didn’t message you, you didn’t message him. It was like you not only left Korea, but you left your friendship. Now, he was this idol, performing on stage in front of a huge crowd. You’d never imagine Yoongi in this situation. He was the most successful out of you two. He did something interesting with his life while you just lived by yourself, working at a decent job.

The song ended and another group was to perform. Grabbing your phone, you look up his band. Suga. You smile softly. His stage name was cute. They were going to perform tomorrow too, it seemed. You quickly grab your debit card, typing in the information needed to buy a ticket. You wanted to see him. The reason you came back to Korea was to possibly see him. You didn’t think it’d be hard, though. He probably wouldn’t recognize you. Not only that, but he was an idol. Anyone could claim to be a childhood friend. Hopefully fate was on your side and you’d meet again.

“And now, BTS!” It felt different hearing it in person. People around you screamed, waving their light sticks around. Some cried, some laughed, some just calmly watched, waiting for their preferred group. The beat you heard yesterday played, the 7 boys beginning to dance. Everyone around you began to chant names to the beat, jumping. You were confused, but picked up on the chant.

“Kim Namjoon! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoongi! Jung Hoseok! Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Jeon Jungkook! BTS!” you scream. You laugh, watching one of them begin to sing. Despite not knowing anyone, you danced along to the music with the people around you. Yoongi began to rap and you stop messing around, giving him your full attention. He seemed so happy, to be up there doing what he loved.

“Min Yoongi!” you yell. Some fans laughed, telling you that their bias was also Yoongi. Yoongi glanced towards the scream of his name, looking for the fan that yelled out his name. That’s when his eyes landed on you. Your sparkly e/c eyes stared back at him, a cute grin on your face as you jumped around. He was shocked to see you, his voice trailing off. Luckily, no one really noticed due to the back up audio. From your spot, girls screamed. Yoongi had looked in your direction. He noticed you, but did he recognize you?

After BTS was done performing, the boys headed to the dressing room. “Hyung are you okay? You seen frozen.” Jungkook asks Yoongi, worry laced in his voice. “I saw Y/N in the crowd.” he answers.

“Wait- childhood friend Y/N?” Yoongi nods, beginning to pace around the room. “What are you doing then? Get her back here!” Hoseok says. Yoongi goes over to a worker, asking them to pull you from the crowd and into the dressing room. He gave a description of how you looked and waited for you to arrive. After what seemed like forever, your familiar face was lead inside the dressing room.

Once Yoongi saw you, he went over to you and just looked into your eyes. “Long time no see-” You were interrupted by his embrace, his familiar scent near you after such a long time. You hug him back, face burying into his neck. “Good to see you,” you joke.

“I missed you.” he replies. You smile. “Me too.”