#if you read all that hope you enjoyed. drink some water. give yourself a pat on the back. i love you.

[allygatoor]

i think it's time that we as a society realized that actually eternals wasn't bad it was just not standard marvel fare and that's okay

[daisygirlwrites]

TF 141 comforting you after a heartbreak (drabble + headcanons)

note: continuation of this fic but can be read on its own. No use of (Y/N)

pairings: Task Force 141 x fem!Reader (Platonic), König x fem!Reader

a/n: hey hey, i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you all enjoy reading this! thanks for your support <3

taglist: @bobfloydsgf , @warenai , @devilsfoodcake22 , @imalovernotahater , @cutiecusp , @allen-444

They watched you with sad eyes. Even with your hood on and mask pulled up, they could see through you. For months, they knew about your relationship with König and honestly, they should have said something to you. But they would be lying if they said they didn’t go through the same thing at some point. This wasn’t a punishment or a lesson to you; it’s not selfish for wanting something happy and normal in the kind of life that they live. 

The task force came out on the tarmac to say their goodbyes to the KorTac team. Thankfully but painfully for you, it was short and sweet. You weren’t sure how long you could hold yourself together. König was the last one in line and the only one that you pulled down your mask for. Both of you gave each other a smile before going into a hug. At that point, you didn’t care and you held onto him tight. His hands quickly find themselves on the small of your back and your waist. König closes his eyes, taking in your scent. But after a few seconds, you had to let go. 

“Ich liebe dich,” he said quietly as he pulled away. 

“Ich liebe dich auch,” you whisper back. 

The team watched the plane start up. And as it rises, they begin to walk towards the buildings but you remain in the same position. As the aircraft got smaller as it went farther away, you felt your heart sink, the stabbing pain feeling too much to ignore. You finally broke. 

Before he entered the building, Soap looked over his shoulder. He only sees your back but he watches your shoulders tremble. Without a second thought, he starts walking back towards you. However, it was Ghost that pulled him back. 

“Let’s give her some time,” he says. The team takes one last glance at you before heading inside.

Price:

The first person that talks to you about it after a few days. You get called into his office, thinking not much of it. You greeted him with a small smile but he sees how exhausted you are. Price thinks carefully of his next words, not wanting to make you more upset or uncomfortable. 

You don’t make eye contact with him at first, knowing that seeing his worried expression would make you break down. But eventually, you do tell him. You kept it vague, not wanting to take the risk. However, when Price tells you a story of his younger days on the field, you finally spill the whole thing.

It was painful to recount memories, causing you to start crying. 

He gives the best hugs. And he holds you tight, letting you sob on him. He gently pats your back, muttering, “It’ll be okay, love.”

Once you’ve calmed down, he’d either get you some water or tea. 

“Am I in trouble?” You ask him in between sniffles.  “No, love. I won’t report on this,” he informs you. “If you get punished, I should have been punished years ago.”

He continues to give you advice, talking about his past and the lessons he’s learned about relationships.

“Sometimes things work out and sometimes it doesn’t, that's just life.”

Price gives you one more hug, quietly telling you that he’s always there for you.

Gaz:

It was a few days after your talk with Price, you only came out of your room every once in a while with the exceptions of missions and training. Oh, and picking up the guys when they went out to drink. 

It was like the first few months of you joining the team; you didn’t talk as much and even when you smile at the boys, they can see a hint of sadness in your eyes.

You hear a knock on the door one night and you open to see Gaz and a set of keys in his hand. “I was told to go on a supply run, wanna come with?” He asks you. 

Kyle knows you well enough that you wouldn’t say no to helping someone out, especially if it’s your team. He did feel a little bad though, it looked like you haven’t been sleeping well. But you went with him anyway.

As you double check the list, you almost missed Gaz walking through the ice cream aisle. Catching up with him, he turns around, holding your favorite flavor. 

You chuckled, “That’s not on the list.” “Come on, my treat?” “Now how can I say no to that?”

Gaz convinced you into a movie night, letting you pick. But neither of you were really paying attention, opting for a conversation instead

“Was it really that obvious?” You ask him “Honestly, yeah,” he looks back at you, “Both of you are surprisingly easy to read but what really confirmed it for us is when you two stayed back here the other night”  Gaz takes another spoonful of his ice cream before speaking again, “Hard to hide love, I guess.”

You kind of feel lighter. The not so secret is out and you can properly talk about it without the risk of getting in trouble. Gaz would ask questions and you'd answer. It was a relief

You couldn't help but tear up, recounting your memories with König, but Gaz was there to support you. Giving you the tissue box and seeing if you want to continue talking. He'd offer you advice but most importantly, he's the shoulder you can lean on.

Soap:

First and foremost, he gives you a great bear hug, the kind that slightly lifts you up from the ground

Like Gaz, he’d get you something sweet. Probably your favorite kind of chocolate or pastries. That’s how he helped his sisters through their breakups

Technically, what you’re going through isn’t really a breakup but Johnny knows heartbreak when he sees one

Like everyone else on the team, he lets you talk. He’s happy that you’re letting him in though hearing your voice crack a few times hurts him just a tiny bit. 

By the end of you venting, again, you were nearly in tears but you were trying to hold it together. 

Soap sees this, he knows enough that by letting go, you’ll feel better. So, he encourages you to cry. 

“I’m tired of crying and honestly, I look ugly doing it,” you huffed, hands coming up to cover your face. “Oh pish posh! Everyone looks ugly when they cry!” Johnny exclaims. “Plus, it’s better to let things out than in, like a fart.”

You look up at him, giving him a bewildered look as he smiles like an idiot. It was silent for a moment, but it was broken with your sudden laughter.

He hated seeing how miserable you were and the fact that he made you smile, hell, laugh out loud, it was like a weight being lifted from his shoulders.

You didn’t cry that night and you saw it as a good thing. Before he leaves, you thank him.

“Nothing heals better than time and laughing,” Johnny tells you and he gives you one more hug

Ghost:

After hearing the rest of the guys helping you and giving you support, he doesn’t see the need for him to come up to you. Like, what else can he say or do that the others already have?

Dude just gave you a pat on the head and walked away, leaving you a bit confused

But in all honesty, Ghost feels guilty. He clearly remembers that night, encouraging you to go after the Austrian. He thought you two were just going to hook up (hell, he even bet 50 pounds on it) but he didn’t expect for you guys to develop a relationship

Your mood doesn’t affect missions. Though, he hated how you were quiet again outside of the field. It was like a reminder of how he treated you during your first few months when you joined the team and now, in a way, it was his fault again. 

Neither of you bring it up during training or when you go out with the boys. Seeing how long it took for you to turn back to “normal”, if he said something about it, your progress would be ruined

But even when you feel like you’re getting better, there are just some days that are difficult

The team had a day off and Ghost wanted to throw knives, knowing that activity helped you guys have a proper conversation. Yet, he can’t find you in your normal spots

After asking around, he makes his way up to the rooftop. You had your hoodie on and a cigarette between your fingers. You mentioned to him that you quit smoking back in college but you had one every once in a while to relieve stress. This is the first that he’s seen

Forgetting about the plans for knife throwing, he joins you instead. It was a comfortable silence between you two and honestly, you preferred it that way. 

Eventually, he spoke up:

“I’m sorry,” he starts. You glanced at him from the side, giving him a puzzled look, “What for?” “Pushing you to him.”  You chuckled, “You’re very silly to say that.” It was his turn to look at you, staying quiet, waiting for you to explain. “You opened the door, I walked through it.” You turn around, back leaning against the railing. “It was my choice and I’m dealing the consequences,” you continued on “Still, should have stopped you,” he responded “Why didn’t you?” “Because you looked happy.”

[jebewonmorelike]

Honeydew Boba For Your Boyfriend?

wc: 1.9k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: fluffy fluffyyy summary: gunwook desperately tries to save his hyung from himself when one glance at cafeowner!reader has gyuvin acting... delulu. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ my introductory gyubinnie fic. the funniest little nugget of a boy, i adore him. just wanted to write a short fic to test the gyuvin waters (lmao what) so i hope you enjoy. will be working on some requests this weekend finally, sorry i just needed a little break for a bit! as always, much love to you all and i appreciate you reading and enjoying my writing soooo much :) &lt;3

"So that's a no on the 'Hyung Lover' tramp stamp?"

Gyuvin glares at his younger friend as they walk down the bustling city street. "People who think you're the smart one have clearly never spent more than five minutes with you."

"Five minutes is actually pretty generous," Gunwook replies after careful consideration. "So I probably shouldn't have told Yujinnie to get a matching 'Noona Lover' one then...?"

"Are you bored? Is the 17-hour-a-day schedule not enough for you?" Gyuvin asks rhetorically, pulling his phone out and checking his notifications.

"That's probably what it is," Gunwook replies sadly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I have a whole extra hour to myself every day and I can never figure out what to do with it."

Gyuvin shakes his head in disbelief, huffing out a laugh. "How about you do my laundry?"

Gunwook's eyes widen innocently. "Do you want me to? I can! I promise you can depend on me, hyung, I--."

"Where's this cafe again?" Gyuvin interjects, looking around at the storefronts lining the street. "We've gotta be back in the studio in twenty minutes."

"It's right there," Gunwook replies, pointing up ahead. The two boys walk the remainder of the way to Gunwook's new favorite cafe, the younger boy grabbing the door handle and holding it open for his hyung as they step inside the shop.

"Hi! How are you?" You call from behind your counter, wiping down some of your drink machines with a damp cloth before turning to greet your next customer. It's a quieter Wednesday afternoon than usual and you smile when you recognize the boy approaching the counter. "Hey, I know you."

"Did you see I made the line-up?" The boy named Gunwook asks with a proud smile. "Aren't you excited to tell everyone that an idol comes to your shop for coffee?"

You laugh at his endearing naivety, pointing to the back wall of your cafe where a line of framed celebrity pictures hang. "Not my first time around the block, kid," you joke, watching as his proud smile now turns sheepish. "But I will give it to you that out of all the idols that come in here, you're certainly the most adorable."

A gummy grin spreads across his face as you suddenly notice he's not alone. Behind Gunwook is an equally tall boy, his frame a bit slimmer and hair a bit lighter than your returning customer.

"Oh, hi," you greet hesitantly, as the boy makes eye contact with you; only for him to quickly duck back behind his friend.

"What are you--," Gunwook questions annoyedly, stepping to the side and pushing the other boy out from behind him. "What's wrong with you?"

The thinner boy is staring at you with wide eyes, chewing his bottom lip nervously. The blush on his cheeks tips you off right away as to what he's thinking.

This was hardly the first time you'd received this sort of look from a customer. You thought your product was good enough, but you had overheard gossip more than once that your cafe was the most "beautifully owned" in the city-- and they weren't talking about the decor. Perhaps that's why your celebrity clientele was more abundant than the average cafe.

"This is my hyung who made the line-up with me," Gunwook introduces, patting his friend on the back. "He's--... he's not usually this shy though."

He's cute, you catch yourself thinking, and the genuine look in his eyes admittedly makes you want to mess with him a bit. You needed some excitement after such a slow Wednesday afternoon... What was the harm in playing along?

Clearly unable to function, the other boy merely stands in front of you unmoving as Gunwook confusedly analyzes him. After a few moments, it seems that the younger boy catches on to his friend's thinking, too.

Gunwook looks back at you anxiously-- smiling as if he's not sure if he should pull his friend aside to scold him or not. "I--... Uh, I'll just have--."

"An iced Americano," you finish for him with a laugh, grabbing a plastic cup and writing his name on it in sharpie.

"Do I come here too often?" He jokes. "Should I start being more equitable with my coffee shop patronage?"

"Go ahead," you retort with a smirk. "Let's see if you can get away with 'accidentally' paying a thousand won less anywhere else."

Gunwook's jaw drops. "So you did notice... Why didn't you say anything!?"

You shrug. "I know you trainees don't have any money and I'm not really hurting for business, so it's no skin off my back. But now that you're an idol, I'm sure you'll be able to make it up to me somehow!"

Gunwook laughs abashedly. "Absolutely... I can pay you back with all of my idol money..." He grimaces. "Give me two years?"

"I'll hold you to it," you agree, attention returning to the older boy standing next to him; whose intense gaze on you hasn't let up for at least a minute now. "Are you--... are you gonna order something too, or...?"

Gunwook hits his friend's shoulder in a manner that is clearly supposed to be nonchalant, but the boy is predictably caught off guard and, thus, nearly falls to the ground. Catching himself, he swallows nervously as he meets your eyes again. "I--... Um... Yes."

"Ooookay," you reply with a nod. "What'll it be?"

"I'll have a bobo.”

"BOBA!" Gunwook yells quickly, hitting the boy's shoulder again. "He wants boba... Boba for the babo."

"Uh..." You stumble, fighting the urge to grin at the adorable duo of idiots in front of you. "Sure thing. What flavor?"

"You."

"DEW!" Gunwook yells again, laughing nervously as he grabs his friend by the shoulder and shakes him a little too hard. "Honeydew. I apologize for his pronunciation, he... grew up abroad!"

"Oh, really?" You ask excitedly-- perfect English suddenly flowing out of your mouth. "So did I! Where did you live?"

Both Gunwook and his friend are now staring wide-eyed and panic-stricken back at you. You're enjoying this quite a bit and you're not about to let them off the hook. They turn to each other wordlessly, blinking at each other for a moment before turning back to you.

"Ca-na-da," Gunwook's friend answers finally.

"Oh," you reply, eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. "Where in Canada?"

"Uh," the boy stumbles. "The... cold part?"

You blink back at the two tall boys, watching as they squirm slightly under your judging gaze. After you've had your fun, you grin up at them. "Yeah, sounds like Canada to me!"

The boys glance at each other before bursting into nervous laughter. Gunwook throws his arm around his friend's shoulder-- seemingly in relief.

"That'll be 14,000 won," you say; Gunwook starts to fish for cash out of his wallet (the easiest method to stiff you one bill) but he laughs sheepishly when you glare at him. Instead, he hands you his credit card to run through the register.

You hand the card back to the younger boy; grabbing a plastic cup for the boba and looking up at the boy who had ordered it. "What's the name?"

"Your boyfriend," the boy blurts immediately, Gunwook lifting his hand to his forehead to cover his eyes in embarrassment.

"I can't even help you out of that one," the younger boy mumbles, dragging his hand down his face tensely. "His name's Gyuvin and I clearly made a mistake by letting him out of his cage today."

"I'm so sorry," the boy named Gyuvin gushes, suddenly coming to his senses. "I'm sorry, I really didn't--."

"I'll get these drinks out for you both in a few minutes," you cut him off with a straight face as you turn around to your machines, not ready to let him relax just yet. You write Gyuvin's name down on his cup as the two boys walk over to a table to wait for their order.

As you prepare the iced Americano, your eyebrows raise as you hear what sounds like a smack-- followed by an "owwww" from the older boy.

"You're an idiot," you hear Gunwook whisper.

"I know, I know," Gyuvin responds quite glumly, causing you to giggle and subsequently have to cover it up with a cough.

Pouring the milk tea over the boba, you strain to overhear more of the boys' conversation.

"Seriously, hyung," Gunwook continues scolding. "How are you ever supposed to be an idol if you can't even control yourself around the local barista?"

You can hear the pout in Gyuvin's voice as he replies, "Don't pretend like the local barista isn't THE most gorgeous human to ever walk the planet."

"Really? Huh," Gunwook considers genuinely. "I don't see it."

You hear a chair slide back abruptly as Gyuvin yells, "ARE YOU BLIND!?"

You glance over at the boys, who immediately shoot you awkward, overenthusiastic grins as you turn back around.

Gunwook sighs. "Well if you really think that, you've royally messed this up for yourself."

"I dunno... Some people are into weird," Gyuvin responds optimistically and the silence that ensues paints a vivid picture of the undoubtedly hellish death glare that Gunwook is giving him.

Snapping a lid on both drinks, you pull two straws from the container next to the cash register and place one on top of each of the drinks. Before you call the two boys over to grab their order, you smile to yourself as you pick up your sharpie one more time and remove the cap-- carrying out the final phase of your little game...

"Okay, all set!" You call, watching as the boys' heads snap to look at you, awkwardly gathering their things as they rush quickly back up to the counter.

"Thank you SO much," Gunwook says, picking up his iced coffee. "And sorry again."

"I'm so sorry," Gyuvin echoes, nodding at you apologetically. He picks up his boba, eyebrows furrowing suddenly as he examines it. "What is this?"

"Honeydew boba," you answer, running the back of your hand across your forehead. "Just like you ordered."

Gyuvin continues to frown in confusion. "But I hate boba--."

"That's right! You hate it for making you love it so much!" Gunwook swoops in once again as he places a hand on his friend's shoulder, turning him around and forcing him towards the door. "Thanks again!"

"Thank you!" Gyuvin calls as Gunwook opens the door for him and ushers him out of the shop, a small "I think" reaching your ears as the door closes behind them.

~

"I can't believe you," Gunwook groans as the two boys walk down the street back to the studio. "Now I can never go back there again. It was so convenient!"

"Why can't we go back there again?" Gyuvin pouts, sipping his boba and frowning at the taste. "It didn't go THAT badly!"

"You tried to order boba in the flavor of the cafe owner!" Gunwook cries.

"Huh, is that what this is?" Gyuvin says, looking at his drink. "Maybe it's not so bad after all..."

"I'm requesting our lunch breaks are shortened," Gunwook announces, sipping his coffee. "I can't spend this much unstructured time with you."

Gyuvin raises his cup to eye-level, swirling it around as he watches the tapioca pearls dance. His eyebrows furrow as he suddenly notices something scribbled on the cup. "Oh my god."

"What!?" Gunwook says, following Gyuvin's line of sight. "What is it? Let me see!"

Gunwook takes the cup from his hyung, squinting to read the small sharpied writing towards the bottom of the plastic cup. "No way," he breathes as he takes in the sight of the phone number, a small message written under it:

in case you ever want to grab a drink that you actually like :)

[lolanoelle]

Eddie takes care of you while you’re sick.

Since I am still newer to writing fanfiction, I am putting a little disclaimer here. I am going to be writing a few small pieces here and there using the characters from my previous series called one drunken night. In that fanfiction, Y/N and Eddie have a daughter named Ellie who is three and recently just got together. It isn’t completely necessary by any means to read to small series before reading this that I am about to put out, but you are more than welcome to. Since I am still navigating the world of writing fanfiction, this is how I am most comfortable writing. I will put the link to the first part of that series below. I hope you enjoy :)

You were laying in bed feeling completely miserable. You knew you should have expected catching the flu working at a daycare, but you didn’t think it would be as bad as it was. It had started with your daughter Ellie catching it first, since she attends the daycare that you work at. Thankfully, she had recovered pretty quickly and was feeling alright. You, however, could not seem to get better no matter what you tried. You had followed the same advice that the doctor had given you to help Ellie get better, but it didn’t seem to be working in your favor. You were resting, drinking as many fluids as possible and trying to eat when possible, but nothing was helping your state.

“Hey baby how are you doing in here?,” Eddie asked softly, coming into the room and sitting down beside you gently.

“I feel awful,” You replied reaching your hand out to him.

“Have you taken your temperature at all today?,” He asked, reaching for the thermometer on your beside table.

“I haven’t had a fever in days Eds, the symptoms just wont go away no matter what I do,” You respond, sounding defeated.

“I think that maybe you should go to the doctor for yourself babe. It’s been over a week since you got the flu and you’ve only gone for Ellie, not yourself,” He stated, rubbing his hand over your arm.

“So they can charge me to tell me to drink more water?,” You questioned.

“They might be able to give you something to help with the symptoms and get you back to normal,” He said looking down at you with sympathy ,” I hate seeing you like this and I think we should do whatever we can to get you better.”

“I don’t know if they can do much else to help me Eds,” you stated feeling sorry for yourself.

“Okay how about we make a deal, I’ll make you something to eat and if you can keep it down, I’ll drop the subject. If you can’t, I’m calling the doctor and making the appointment for you myself,” He said, reasoning with you. You couldn’t deny him when he was just doing his best to look out for you.

“Fine, its a deal,” You replied giving in. He held out his hand for you to shake with a goofy smile on his face. You shook it like you were closing a deal at a car dealership and rolled your eyes at his antics but couldn’t help but put a small smile on your face.

“I’ll get started on making you some lunch then,” He replied getting up from the bed and releasing your hand. Your stomach churned at the thought.

“You know you must have a fantastic immune system. I don’t know how you haven’t gotten sick this whole time when you’ve been taking care of Ellie and I,”You stated to the man who was adjusting your blanket before walking out of your bedroom.

“A silly bug can’t take down Eddie Munson,” He stated puffing out his chest dramatically.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” You rolled your eyes and brought the blanket back up over your shoulders as he exited the room.

You had slightly drifted off to sleep when you felt a little body behind yours.

“Mommy get up,” Ellie said from beside you, gently patting your hair. You knew that she was trying to mimic how you stroked her own hair when you would gently wake her up in the mornings for daycare and it brought a smile to your face.

“Okay baby I’m getting up,” You reply to the girl and scooped her into your arms before walking out of the bedroom. You walk to the dining room and see Eddie scooping some tomato soup into bowls for the three of you. You put Ellie into her booster seat and make sure she is secured in it and sit down beside her. You hadn’t noticed how hungry you truly were until you looked at the meal in front of you and your stomach rumbled.

“Okay I got you a little bit of soup and a grilled cheese, that way you have some options. I also got you some water and some apple juice,” Eddie said, sitting down across from you. You realized that you had the same meal as your toddler and laughed a little bit.

“Thank you Eds I appreciate you so much,” You say looking at him lovingly. You start off slow and take a couple of small bites of the grilled cheese and wash it down with some apple juice. You felt relieved when you didn’t feel the need to immediately go rid your stomach of it contents. You polished off your sandwich and ate the majority of your soup and you were feeling pretty good about yourself.

“Guess who’s not going to the doctor?,” You ask rhetorically giving Eddie a smug look from across the table.

“Okay color me impressed,” Eddie responded, finishing his own meal and clearing the table of the empty dishes. You stand and get your daughter out of her booster seat and place her down on the ground beside you. She grabs your hand and starts to drag you to another room.

“Come play with me mommy,” she says, quickening her pace and you feel queasy at the sudden movement. You let go of her hand and run to the bathroom, dropping to your knees and feeling betrayed by your body as you rid your stomach of the once delicious lunch. You start to get yourself cleaned up and as you do you start to cry. You were so frustrated with yourself. You were doing so good and here you were now, disappointing both yourself and your daughter. You cry harder as you’re brushing your teeth and feel an arm close around your waist from behind and look up into the bathroom mirror to meet Eddie’s eyes.

“It’s okay baby,” He says, placing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I’m over this Eddie. I can’t even play with my own daughter. She probably hates me right now,” You say, finishing cleaning your mouth and turning around to meet him. He wraps his arms around you and you rest your head on his chest, still crying.

“She does not hate you, she could never hate you. We both understand that you don’t feel good. Can I please make you a doctor appointment now? I’ll even go with you if it will make you feel better,” He comforts you. You only nod in response, sniffling into his chest. He stays with you there for a few moments before leading you out to your living room and helping you get cozy on your couch. You hear him pick up the phone and call the doctors office, making your appointment for you.

“Okay baby, your appointment is tomorrow at 9am. I will call my boss and tell him I’m going to be late to work okay?,” He said, making your heart melt at how willing he was to take care of you.

“It’s okay Eds, we have both missed enough work because of this. If you can just get Ellie to daycare tomorrow morning, I can make it to my appointment myself.,” You replied.

“Are you sure baby? It’s really no problem,” He said, a look of concern across his face.

“Yeah I’ll be okay. I promise if I think I need help at all you’ll be the first person I call,” You respond.

“Alright that sounds reasonable. I’ll take Ellie to daycare tomorrow morning then, but please do not hesitate to call me at work. The guys at the garage can live without me if need be,” He says sitting down beside you. You set your head on his lap and he starts running his hands through your hair as you watch a movie that he had put on for Ellie. You fall asleep like that and wake up when Eddie is carrying you to your bedroom later that night. He gets you settled into bed and lays down beside you.

“Goodnight baby, I love you,” He says, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, too,” You respond, half asleep. You drift off into the soundest sleep you have gotten since having the flu.

You wake up the next morning to your alarm going off, telling you you would have to get ready and leave for your appointment soon. You get out of bed slowly, making your way to the kitchen just in time to see Eddie putting on Ellies shoes, about to leave with her.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” He says looking at you and chuckling a little bit at your disheveled state.

“Good morning meanie,” You pout at him teasing you.

“Ellie go give mommy a hug, we gotta get you to daycare and daddy has to go to work,” He says while finishing up the laces on the toddlers shoes. She runs over to you and hugs you around your legs.

“Bye mommy I love you,” She says and looks up at you with her lips pursed, waiting for a kiss. You start to tear up a little.

“Honey, mommy doesn’t want to kiss you on the lips because she’s sick okay,” You crouch down bringing her into a hug. You felt the tears streaming down your face and into your daughters hair. You kiss the top of her head and wipe away your tears before you pull back to look at her ,” I love you so much baby I’ll see you later okay?”

“Okay mommy. Love you,” She says, walking back over to Eddie and grabbing his hand. She was so understanding and patient for a toddler and you felt so blessed. The thought made you cry a little more. Eddie walks over to you and places his hand on your face.

“Hey baby it’s gonna be okay, alright?,” He says comforting you ,” I made you some peanut butter toast and some tea. Try to eat it before you leave okay?”

“Okay,” Is all you can get out, leaning into his hand and wishing you could stay like that for longer.

“Alright I love you and ill be home before you know it. I talked to Steve and he is going to get Ellie from daycare and watch her until I get off of work. I’ll call you on my lunch to see how your appointment went.,” He says, kissing your forehead and pulling away from you.

“I love you, too,” You respond watching as he and Ellie make their way towards the door the leave. Once they do, you eat as much of your breakfast as you can and shower and brush your teeth. Before you know it, its time to leave for your appointment. You get into your car and make the drive to the office.

When you get to the office, you check in and wait for the nurse to call you back. Once she does she gets your vitals and starts asking about your symptoms.

“So you’ve been having some nausea and fatigue?,” She asks.

“Yeah, my daughter had the flu and I think I caught it from her. I had a fever for a few days and it went away but I still can’t keep anything down and I just want to sleep all day,” You respond.

“Okay, just a few more general questions and then the doctor will be in to see you. Are you sexually active?,” She asks looking at you.

“Uh, yes I am,” You reply, slightly blushing.

“When was your last menstrual cycle?,” She asks.

“Um, I actually don’t know. It’s hard to keep track of sometimes. ,” You respond trying to think ,” I just recently moved a couple of months ago and I had my period… right. Before.”

“Okay, well its possible with the stress of the move and you getting sick since you said you did have a fever, its throwing your cycle off, but just to be safe we will have you take a pregnancy test,” She stated looking at you. You heart started racing, you hadn’t even thought about the possibility of you being pregnant. The more you thought about it, the more you realized how similar the symptoms were to when you were pregnant with Ellie. But you did have a fever so it was probably just the flu and you were probably psyching yourself out for nothing.

The nurse got a urine sample from you and escorted you back to your room. You sat there a little bit anxiously until you heard a knock on the door, signaling that your doctor was here.

“Hello, Y/N. So we ran a few tests and it does look like you did test positive for the flu, but you should be just about over it. As you know, we did run a pregnancy test as well, and it also came back positive. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!,” Your doctor explained to you. You sat there in shock.

“I’m pregnant?,” You ask bewildered.

“Yes dear you are. I know your main complaint coming here was that you had some bad nausea and couldn’t keep any food down. We definitely don’t want that happening, as you need to keep hydrated for both you and the baby. I’m going to start you on some pre-natal vitamins and I’ll prescribe something to help with your nausea. I’ll get it sent over to the pharmacy now and it should be ready by the time you make it over there. Do you have any questions or concerns?,” She’s asks.

“Uh- no, I guess not,” You replied, still in shock.

“Alright, well you will have to follow up with an OBGYN, do you already have one or would you like me to recommend one for you?,” She continued going over the next steps in your pregnancy and you got all the information you needed from her. You left your appointment and were on autopilot. You stopped at the pharmacy and got your prescriptions and made your way home. You were sitting on the couch when the news you had received really hit you. You placed your hand on your lower stomach and started to cry. You were going to have another baby with the love of your life. You had wished that you had let him come to your appointment with you instead of telling him to go into work.

The day continued on and your nausea medicine was working like a charm. You decided to break the news to Eddie you would make him his favorite dinner to put him in a good mood. He had called on his lunch like he said he would and you told him about the nausea medicine and about how your doctor said you did have the flu, but you wanted to tell him about the pregnancy in person. You made one of his favorite dinners, pot roast will rolls and salad. You were happy to not get nauseas at the smell of the delicious food. Before you knew it, you heard a car pulling up out front and finished up setting the table just in time for Eddie and Ellie to walk through the door.

“Mommyyy!!,” Ellie exclaimed, running over to you. You scooped her up into your arms and pressed a kiss to her lips since you didn’t get to this morning.

“Hi baby I missed you,” You said to her.

“Wow, you must be feeling a lot better. You’ve even got some color back to you,” Eddie says walking over and tucks some hair behind your ear.

“I definitely feel better. Thank you for pushing me to go to the doctor. This nausea medicine is a miracle worker,” You say.

“Let me get one of those by the way,” He says, leaning in and connecting his lips to yours softly. You had insisted that he didn’t kiss you since you had been sick, and since he saw that you felt comfortable enough to give Ellie one, he should be in the clear as well.

“I made pot roast for dinner,” You said once he pulled away. His eyes light up.

“My favorite! Baby you didn’t have to do that,” He says.

“You’ve been taking care of me this whole time, I wanted to repay you,” You respond.

“Well you sure know the way to my heart,” He says as you both walk to the dining room where you already had everyone’s plates laid out. You eat dinner as Eddie talks about his day. You were getting antsy at the idea of telling him that you were going to have another baby. You decided to wait until after you put Ellie to bed to tell him the news. You didn’t know how he would take the news, as it could be stressful to account for another human being when it came to the bills. Diapers were expensive enough on their own.

You both get Ellie ready for bed and make your way back to the living room. You both sit on the couch and he puts a movie on. He starts to tell you a story about one of his customers for the day and you try your best to focus on it but you can’t help but think about the big news that you have to tell him.

“Hey, are you okay? You kinda spaced out on me there,” He says looking at you with concern.

“Eds I need to tell you something ,” You say turning towards him to face him fully and grab his hands in yours.

“What’s going on, is everything alright?,” He asked you.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to come out and say it. I’m pregnant,” You said and searched his face for a reaction.

“Son of a bitch,” He said looking away. He looks back as your face and his eyes widen when he sees tears starting to form in your eyes ,” No honey, no I didn’t mean that towards you, I was just saying that because Harrington was right. I talked to him this morning about watching Ellie since you were going to the doctor because you were sick and he said he bets that you were pregnant and I actually made a bet and now I owe that fucker money.” He looks at you again chuckling a little after rambling on about Steve.

“So you’re not disappointed?,” You ask, looking up at him through tear filled eyes.

“Oh baby, how could I ever be disappointed about this,” He says sincerely.

“I know it wont be cheap to have another kid, I don’t want to put any strain on you,” You reply.

“I will have as many kids as you want to keep you happy. Ellie is the most perfect little girl I have ever met in my entire life, and I’m not just saying that because she’s half me. I’m saying that because she’s half you and I am so in love with you. I wouldn’t have this any other way,” He said, bringing you closer to him. You continue to cry, but now its because of the love you have radiating for Eddie.

“I love you so much,” You sniffle into him.

“Honestly I should have never bet Harrington in the first place, you’ve been crying an awful lot lately. That should’ve been a major clue,” He laughs.

“So how much do you owe him?,” You ask wiping your eyes and giggling a little with him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” He replies, giving you a kiss on your forehead and then resting his head on top of yours as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“We’ve got to figure out how to tell Ellie. Oh my gosh we’ve got to tell Wayne! He’s going to freak out,” You state.

“Oh yeah he is. He loves the grandpa title. I can’t imagine how he’s even going to react.” He said chucking into your hair. You spent the rest of the afternoon talking about how to tell your family and discussing possible baby names. You felt at home

[cringefail-loser]

The Art of Screwing Up, by Mike Wheeler

SUMMARY: Mike Wheeler, (an absolute idiot), stupidly decides to procrastinate asking Will to senior prom, before it's too late. Watching his childhood crush dance with a girl is absolutely heart wrenching for him, but there's nothing he can do about it now... right? NOTES: Hey !! This my second ever byler fic, so soz if it kinda sucks. I'm in a really shitty mood because I said something horrible to my (ex) boyfriend and now he hates me, so I figured that writing fan fiction about it would get my mind off of things. Hope you enjoy !! Also, the song that plays at the end is "Dancing With Myself" by Billy Idol :)

warnings: mild language

words: 1.7k

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I screwed up. It was as simple as that. I didn't ask Will to the dance in time, and now he's dancing with some random girl I don't even know. He looks like he's having the time of his life, and I'm standing over here in the corner of the room, shuffling my feet awkwardly while Dustin, Lucas, Max, and El are all laughing and drinking fruit punch. I'm such a loser. "But there's always next year, Mike!" You might be thinking to yourself. No. No no no no. This is senior prom, which means that it's the last dance of my life. At least, probably. Unless I become, like, super famous, and get invited to a bunch of super fancy parties or whatever, there is no other dance I can ask Will to. This is it.

I figured that, as much as it seemed like my only option in the moment, moping around wasn't the best plan of action, and maybe I should just, y'know, go talk to my friends like a normal person who doesn't have a prom date would do. 

I awkwardly make my way over to the snack table, and nonchalantly grab one of the mini bottles of water out of the plastic material that they're kept in. You know what I'm talking about. (If you don't, that's super embarrassing for me, and I'm sorry.) I tried my best to make my presence known to the rest of the party, but Max is the only one who does, and all she does is give me a little wave. Even Lucas, the friendliest member of our little group, doesn't even look my direction. My logical mind is saying that they're just too distracted with whatever they're talking about or doing to notice, but my emotional mind is saying that they're purposefully ignoring me because I did something to piss them off. The more I think about it, the more likely it seems. I guess I did make that one slightly mean joke to El about how she needs a haircut, when I know full well that she's very sensitive about her hair. Whatever it was, they were clearly pissed with me. 

Except for Dustin, apparently. 

He's chatting with Lucas about our most recent campaign (the one where I was clearly flirting with Will, but he didn't seem to take notice), when he spots me. He waves me over to where the pair is standing together. I awkwardly make my way over to them.

"Mike! Hey, man! I feel like we haven't seen you in forever," Lucas smiles. He gently pats me on the back. I don't know how to reply, so I just smile. "How have you been?" He asks, but I'm too distracted at the sight of Will, laughing and smiling as he dances and twirls with the brunette. Dustin takes notice and elbows my arm. 

"Are you really checking out Will at senior prom, instead of asking him to dance?"

"Look at him! He's having the time of his life with some random girl," I groan. "And why would he want to dance with me anyways?" 

"Because... you're super awesome and cool? And he clearly loves you?" Lucas suggests. I'm not sure about the second part, but the first part is totally accurate. 

"Thanks, man." I smile weakly. 

"So, are you going to ask him to dance, or what?" I hear Max from behind me. She's managed to roll her way over to us without me noticing. It's been a while since we've hung out. Ever since she's been using a wheelchair to get around, her mom never lets her leave the house. I mean, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the idea. Although, she did get her hair cut short, and I will admit, it looks pretty rad on her. 

"I-I mean-" 

"Just go do it, Mike." She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms "I'll help you, even." My eyes go wide.

"Really?" I ask. There is just no way that Max Freaking Mayfield is willing to help me. She basically hated my guts when we first met a few years ago. And for good reason. 

"Yes really, dumbass," She rolls her eyes once again. "c'mon, let's go!" She pulls on my arm with her one free hand, and drags me across the room, making her way through the crowd. I'm closer to Will than I have been in like a week.

"Ok." She speaks. "When I say to, you're going to go up to Will, and say 'Hey, do you want to dance?', got it?" I nod in response. I look over to Will again. He's sitting on the wooden bleachers, smiling and nodding to everything the girl he was dancing with says. A lump in my throat forms. Sure, most people at this point know that I like men (and women, but that's not really important right now), but still, asking another boy to dance in front of someone I don't know? What if she like, yells at me or something? You really never know with people. 

My heart is beating faster, palms covered in sweat, like I dipped my hand in a bucket of grease. I can feel myself heating up, the feeling boiling in my chest and sending a tingling sensation throughout my body. It's uncomfortable, but it only gets worse.

"Mike? Mike!" I hear Max yell. I look over to her, she has a concerned look twisted on her face. "Are you ok?" she mouths. My quickened breathing slows down to a light pant. "Dude, you like, totally zoned out there. It was weird. Is everything ok?" She asks. I nod like an idiot. "then get yourself out there, and ask Will to dance!" It's obvious at this point that she's tired of my shit, and honestly? Me too. I'm tired of my own bullshit. I've spent the past five months pining over Will, and doing literally nothing about it, basically clinging to him like a wet kitten, and always talking about him. But apparently, I don't even have the courage to ask him to dance? What's wrong with me? I'm going to take a deep breath, puff out my chest, go up there and ask Will to-

"Hey, Mike!" Apparently, Will had made his way up to me without me even noticing. Maybe I fell in love with a ghost instead of a real human boy. 

"o-oh! Hey, Will! Wh-what's up?" Why am I stuttering? I've talked to him like a bajillion times.

"Oh, not much, just, y'know, waiting for you to ask me to dance?" He grins. Wait. Did I hear him correctly? He wants me to ask him to dance? He's waiting for me to ask him to dance? Am I going insane?

Will notices my pause, and how I nearly choke on the air trapped in my lungs. "I-i mean, only if you want to? We don't have to dance. Sorry if that was weird."

"No!" I yell, maybe a bit too loudly, as a few people turn their heads my way. "I do want to. I do want to dance with you." His slight frown turns into the biggest smile I've ever seen on a person, and I swear to God, his eyes were glistening a bit. I turn to Max. She's motioning wildly to the dance floor.

"Go, you idiots!" She yells, playfully shoving us to the center of the room. Will looks at me. He places his arms on my waist.

"Wait." I furrow my eyebrows.

"Yeah? What's up?" He asks. 

'I've never danced with anyone before." I hate to admit it, but it's true.

"Honestly, I haven't either. At least- I've never slow danced with anyone. But I'm sure we'll figure it out." He grabs my hands and puts them on his shoulders, then he wraps his hands around my waist. He steps one foot backward. I'm not sure what to do, so I just stand there. He tugs on my arm a little bit, causing my to nearly topped forward on top of him. "Mike. you're supposed to dance with me, not just stand there." he laughs. But I'm nervous. There are dozens of couples surrounding us, and none of them are two boys or two girls. Or two of whatever. To make matters worse, a few of them are staring at us like we've just formed into one being with two heads. I can feel myself starting to panic again. 

"Mike, come on and dance with me! Everything's going to be fine." My head immediately snaps towards Will's directions once the words leave his mouth. "Just dance with me!" He smiles. I nod. "All you really need to do is shuffle your feet a little bit." I do as I'm told, and move my feet like I need to piss, but in slow motion. I can see Will is trying to stifle his laughter. I'm a little bit embarrassed at first, but once I watch him move around, I get into the flow too.

Right as I finally feel like I've got it down, the music is changing and all of a sudden everyone is jumping up and down and dancing at a fast pace. I feel disoriented and like all of a sudden, I'm all the way across the world at a different party. The whiplash doesn't seem to affect Will, though, as he's grabbing me by the hands and yelling at me to dance with him while he moves his body around, not exactly to the beat, but also not exactly to a different beat either. He's just moving around and having fun.

On the floors of Tokyo, or down in London town to go-go 

The crowd is singing along, and Will is screaming with them. You only live once, so why not join in?

When there's no one else in sight, in the crowded lonely night

Now we were having the time of our lives together. I had successfully danced with Will at senior prom. I didn't throw up, I stand in the corner all night, and most importantly, I didn't chicken out like I thought I would.

Maybe there were some things I could do right in life.

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 14: Puff, Puff, Pass 🚬 | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout

There was nothing refreshing or rejuvenating about that bath.

About 75% of it was spent in cold water since you didn’t give it enough time to warm back up and you nearly tore your shirt when you scrambled back into your clothes. You didn’t bother washing your hair, just in case it didn’t dry before you went out in the cold and you almost forgot to flip the tobacco plant off again on your way out.

You make your way back down, skipping on one foot out as you throw your boot on and spot Remy now sitting next to Viktor at the bar. Your pocket watch says it’s only been 10 minutes, how the hell was that not quick enough?

You stumble over to the pair, tripping over your shoelace and crouch down to tie it. “Alright, how’d I do?”

Viktor chuckles and lowers his mostly-full cup for you to see. “Not bad at all.”

That means one of two things, and neither of which sounded great. Either the coffee tastes bad or Remy has had him talking for a bit. You had a sinking feeling it was the latter of the two and eye him suspiciously from the floor.

Viktor gets down from the stool and holds his hand out for you when you’ve finished tying your shoe. You shift your gaze up to him, but also see Remy pretending not to watch in the background.

…Fuck it.

You take his hand and allow him to help you up. He feels even warmer than usual from holding the coffee mug and does that goddamn thing again where he lets his fingers graze down yours as he lets go. The sensation sends sparks up your arm, but you force yourself to keep it together. You refuse to let your face to flush in front of Remy—he has enough blackmail on you for today.

Instead, you sneak behind the bar to grab your pack and catch Remy waggling his brows suggestively at you while you pass. You pretend to itch your eye with your middle finger and hear him laugh lightly as you make your way back. That finger is getting a workout today.

The sound of coins jangling catches your attention while Viktor reaches for a handful to pay for breakfast, but Remy waves him off. “It’s on the house. You helped fix that distiller and got [Y/n] back in the kitchen, that’s enough for me.”

Your mouth parts in disbelief with a huff, what the hell is that supposed to mean? A slight bit of color crawls onto your face while you try not to feel embarrassed about wanting to cook breakfast for your new friend/not-friend…why didn’t he just leave it at the distiller?

“Oookay. Shall we?” You straighten an arm towards the door and try to coax Viktor away from this place before any more damage can be done to your ego.

 It doesn’t take any convincing for Viktor to follow you to the front of the shop, you hear Remy wishing him luck during his search before hollering to you as you hold the door to leave. “Safe trading today, don’t get robbed.”

“It was one time, won’t happen again.” You reassure him before letting a now-worried Viktor through the door. “Can you just make sure Jeff has water, and please don’t let him drink any coffee, he’s a menace with caffeine.”

The poro yips at you from across the room, if you didn’t know any better, it sounded like he just yelled at you in his native tongue. Remy pats him before reassuring you. “He’ll be just fine.”

You hope he takes you seriously as you let the door close behind you and make your way over to Viktor, waiting for you and leaning with both hands on his cane comfortably.

“Sorry, we don’t really know how to do a quiet breakfast here.” You smile apologetically before you start to walk together towards the Lanes.

“I quite enjoyed the conversations.”

You peek over to see if you can read his expression on if he meant the banter or knew something more than you did from talking with either Landon or Remy alone.

“Oh yeah? Which one?”

He grins to himself and looks down at his shoes while he walks. “A couple in particular stood out.”

The smug expression is enough of a hint that he’d been privy to some kind of information that you hadn’t been and you groan before loosening the straps of your bag.

“Do I even want to know?”

“Mm, that’s up to you.” Viktor looks back up to you as you pull over to the side. The way his hum ran into his sentence sounded familiar. He seems to do that when there’s some decent amount of consideration behind the topic or scenario.

“One sec.”

He watches while you pick through your bag. You throw some tobacco into a sheet of paper and start to roll a cigarette before you continue your pace with him. After lighting it, you rub your still-tired eyes and blow the smoke out, apprehensive about answering his question.

“Does that help you?” It comes out as more of a joke, but you don’t think it’s a rhetorical question either.

“Sometimes—let’s see if it works now.” You give him a half-grin and inhale one more time, blowing smoke out as you speak. “Ready. Hit me.”

Viktor shrugs and lightly punches your shoulder with the back of his hand. You throw your head back dramatically, staring at the sky with a deadened expression and refusing to acknowledge his awful dad joke.

“I clearly left you alone with Remy for too long.”

“Speaking of which.”

That got your attention, you lull your head back down to watch and listen while he speaks. “Hm?”

“He asked why I helped you at the coffeehouse.”

While you were nervous about what that conversation might’ve looked like, it was a decent question that you had even wondered yourself.

“Why uh…did you?” The two of you walk together in sync despite how different your steps were. You waver back and forth lazily, hands deep in your pockets and feet dragging every now and then until you kick a pebble out of your way. Viktor stands more upright than you despite his limp. His steady heel-to-toe steps meet a rhythm in between the sound of his cane with an elegance that almost makes you forget why he carries it.

“To be honest, in that moment I just wanted to keep talking to you.”

The pull his words have on your mouth causes you to smile against your will before he continues.

“And it sounded like Syd was about to permanently remove you from the planet so I figured it was worth a shot to try and keep you alive a little while longer.”

You chuckle at how real that possibility was yesterday and find yourself grateful for Syd being her sweet, sinister self yet again.

“Is that what you told Remy?”

“Ehh…” You look over and find him tipping his head back and forth, juggling between scenarios in his head. “In a manner.”

“In a manner?” You cock a brow with a light-hearted smirk. “What’s that s’pose to mean?”

“What does downtime mean?”

Ahhh shit.

“It means for a quarter of a second I’m not at work and spending my time el—”

He cuts you off, shaking his head and grinning all the while. “You know what I’m asking you, [Y/n].”

Oh. The way he just said your name was more forceful than you’ve heard before…even stern. It makes you a little nervous that there’s a part of you that enjoys hearing his voice take an edge like that.

“I do.” Your frankness seems to catch him unprepared. He looks over at you, toothy grin now exchanged for a sober, expecting glance. Whether it was intentional or not, his eyes scan you up and down for a second before he speaks.

“So?” His chuckle causes his shoulders to shrug and you take a drag off your cigarette as your nerves start to creep in. He notices the timing and cocks his head. “Is it that bad?”

You furrow your brows and shake your head as you exhale the smoke. “Not…bad. I mean…” You lick your lips and look back up to the sky while you think, the buildings are getting taller, you’ll be coming up on the Lanes soon. “I don’t…think it’s bad, it just might not be…accurate?”

“What’s inaccurate?”

You shrug before bringing your eyes back down. Looking at him makes this conversation even harder. The way his golden eyes fight against the bruise-colored bags below and heavy dark brows above is piercing, even in the hazy air. He’s not going to let this one go. You wonder why he’s so adamant about Remy’s slip and also wonder what the hell else he might’ve said while you were gone.

“Remy jumped to conclusions about you staying over.”

You hope that’s enough and can’t help but wince when he says “What…do…you mean?”

Another drag off your dying cigarette isn’t enough to get you through your next sentence. “He thought…” You feel like you can’t breathe…probably doesn’t help that you’re smoking.

“He assumed that since we spent most of the night together that we were…” Your brain is screaming at you to shut up. Once you say it there’s a reallllly good chance this is going to either get awkward or straight up depressing.

He stays quiet, allowing you the time to gather your wits and speak as best as you’re able to answer his question. You come to a stop and lean your shoulder against a wall like his question has literally pinned you down. You’re slouching when you take one last inhale and Viktor pauses alongside you.

Say it. Quick like a band aid, just do it and get it over with.

“Date.” You turn your head slowly to level your gaze with his. “He was going to say date.”

Viktor is the first one to break eye contact, looking down and away and you mirror him as twinges of regret start to surface. The silence cuts through the cold, still air and you lift your cigarette to take the last couple of puffs. Viktor holds his palm out to you, spreading his middle and index finger apart to make a space for cigarette.  

He’s asking you to share again. He still wants you to share with him.

He doesn’t appear to be uneasy about what you said, but you can tell his mind is combing through a thousand thoughts right now. You realize this isn’t just him asking for a drag, this is him trying to tell you it’s okay. You hand the stub over, same as you did with the pipe and he makes sure to meet your eyes when he extends his fingers out to touch yours.

He’s studying you, trying to gauge your reaction and you’re sure you don’t disappoint when you finally piece together that he’s been doing this on purpose from the start.

Your mind is racing while it replays the way he grazed your palm when he picked up the metal bee you made to just moments ago when he let his fingers brush over yours after he helped you off the ground.

Realization sets in and your gaze narrows while you watch him lift the last of the cigarette to his lips.

His preference for hotter temperatures still baffles you. Cigarette shorts always taste more intense, but he inhales easily before blowing the smoke up and away. You straighten up against the wall as you watch one another without a word.

His eyes seem to pick up on something when they flash over you and he flicks the ash off quickly before pulling the last bit of the cigarette to his mouth, speaking just before he finishes it off.

“I actually had another place in mind for that.”

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A/N: Pssst. There's more chapters in my pinned post btw 👀

[dr4kenlvr]

"𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ?" ♡

feat. platonic!draken, mitsuya takashi, baji keisuke, hanma shuji x gn!reader - fluff/comfort (0.9k+)

request: Can I request for Tokyo Revengers mens (you decide ^^) helping you going through break up? I just had a break up with my bf & it really made me sad so I want some fluffy content from my lovely anime mens!

a/n: hi love, im so sorry to hear that :( i hope this will make you feel better, your tokyo rev fav and i will always be there for you! please enjoy (some changes were made, hope that's alright!) <3

eyes stinging and red, you set your phone down on the bed after clicking "send" with a heavy sigh. upon reading the news of you and your partner's break up, he quickly responded with "give me 10, and dress comfortably. i'm taking you out." now, sitting alone in your bedroom, you try and prompt yourself up to change. however the hollow ache in your flesh and bones pinned you down, unwilling you to do such a simple task. you groan pitifully, and opt to splash cold water onto your face instead. your eyes are puffy, nose red and sore; one look, and anyone would be able to tell you were going through a plight.

by the time you willed yourself out of your clothes, a ring at your front door sounds. smiling slightly, you quickly grab your phone and keys before pacing down the steps. creaking the door open, the sun's rays greet you brightly, but behind your squint, you're met with an expected face. he sends you an apologetic smile, arms already open and welcoming you into a warm hug. he rubs your back soothingly, and pats the top of your head when you sniffle into his shoulder. the two of you stay like that for awhile, until he pulls back when you ask him exactly why he was here.

"call it a distraction, yeah? let's go."

DRAKEN takes you to your favourite restaurant, where he treats you to all your post-break up cravings. "eat up, yeah? and don't worry about the bill." he slides the menu towards you with a gentle smile. you nod, a bit overwhelmed by your friend's kindness—but it was draken, what more did you expect from such a doting person? the two of you skim over the menu, before he calls the waiter over and you gingerly order your meal (and a sweet shake for later). "let me pay you back at least?" "nah, not interested. now eat." you chuckle at his brashness, but you know he meant no harm. although draken was uninterested in the idea of you compensating him, he was up to talk about whatever it was you wanted to. he'd listen attentively, and comment his opinion every now and then. but for now, draken wished to lend you a listening ear.

MITSUYA takes you to the mall, and insists you grab whatever catches your attention. be it clothing, food, or miscellaneous items, mitsuya encouraged you to throw it into the cart and the price onto his card. "it's no big deal, i want to do this, okay?" he laughs at your concerned protests, your eyes widening every time mitsuya casually tapped his card against the machine. you couldn't help but feel a little guilty, especially when you were aware of his family's financial situation. "i know what you're thinking—" "i can't help it! it's jus—" "shh. then, stop thinking it." hours in, and the two of you are setting down bags upon bags for a quick food court meal. mitsuya discusses the things you want to, and he doesn't barge for more than you offer. today was about you, and your comfort as well as happiness. and you found yourself exactly that with him, happy.

BAJI invites you over to his place, where he bursts in and immediately situates you on his plush bed. “stay here—i’m getting snacks and drinks, yeah?” he gives you a reassuring smile and a pat on the head, before turning to rush down the stairs. baji returns with an armfull of packaged goodies and sugary treats. “nothing like some sugar to ease the pain!” he grins, before realizing it might have been too early to crack a joke. you chuckle at his energy, and feel endeared at his consideration. “it’s perfect kei, thank you.” the two of you spend the next few hours chowing down bags and bottles, and laughing your lungs out until your stomachs ached of sweet heaven.

HANMA takes you to a nearby festival he had heard about a couple days back. "i had been meanin' to ask ya if you'd like to go with me!" he shouted above the wind, as his bike roared passed cars and cyclists; a couple shouting profanities at his driving antics. "heard it's fuckin' sick, there's rides and shit!" you two arrive at the event, where crowds are bustling and loud. hanma cheers you over to purchase tickets, before dragging you to every ride and food truck in sight. from hotdogs to candied apples—to ferris wheels and bumper cars, hanma ensured you were having a blast. he declared having fun was the best medicine to sadness, and from the ecstatic grin on your face—hanma thinks he’s more than correct.

by evening's light, you and him had decided it was time you head back home. the sun was about to say goodbye and he wanted to ensure you got home early enough to rest, as well as safely. you hop on the back of his bike and rode home in silence; the day’s activities tiring you both. upon dismounting his bike, you grab his hand with a grateful squeeze, and he pulls you into another hug. “i seriously can not thank you enough for this, you’re the best.” he smiles at your words, then whispers into your hair: “i know. now head in, i’ll leave when you’re inside.

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[everlasting-elegy]

You're swapped!AU is my absolute favourite!!! I love it to death (never squealed louder while reading something) I’d live for the royals + dateables playing the game too!!

And seeing the scenarios for when the brother (and others if you do do them) actually do get to meet them IRL, their reactions would fuel my soul!

Take your time tho, drink water and get enough sleep!! :) <3

I'm so glad you enjoy the AU so far!! And yes, I intend to do all dateable characters for the Swapped AU 😁 I'll be doing Beelzebub, Leviathan, Lucifer and Mammon because a lot of people also requested this idea for them specifically, I'll be doing the rest of the characters later. Thanks for your concern and I hope you look after yourself too!! ❤️

Swapped!AU MC is Real and is the R.A.D. Exchange Student (Beelzebub, Leviathan, Lucifer, Mammon)

In a world where the brothers are players of Obey Me! and you're their favourite character in the game, how would they react if the game was based on real events and people, with you arriving as the R.A.D. exchange student? Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.4k

Beelzebub

Well, what a pleasant surprise. He never expected you out of all people to jump out of the game and stand before him but his shock is quickly overcome with excitement and fondness

Beelzebub is happy to see you and often loses track of the fact that although he knows you very well, you don’t know him. He’s quick to give you hugs and strike up conversation with you, asking you about information he had no way of knowing in normal circumstances

Although you’ve shown time and time again in the game that you can hold up against lesser demons, he’s still incredibly protective during your time at R.A.D. Like a guard dog, he’s always silently beside or behind you, anyone with malicious intentions never having the guts to approach you

Beelzebub was always quite sensitive and empathetic but the fact he knows your entire backstory makes him all the more in tune to your emotions. Just one look at your face and he can tell you’re unhappy, sacrificing some of his precious snacks for you

Instinctively gives you affection like your Special Guest routine. Lots of head pats and giving you high fives, especially after training where he may be too smelly for closeness

Now that you’re here in person, he doesn’t play the game anymore. As entertaining as Obey Me! was, you’re far more interesting and enjoyable to have around. He wants to give you all of his attention for as long as you’ll be in the exchange program

Beelzebub entered the room to see you furiously typing on your D.D.D., your face unreadable. Even when you felt the sofa noticeable sink beside you, you weren’t stirred like usual. Only when Beel planted a firm hand on your shoulder did you look up at him.

“Oh, hi Beel.” “What’re you doing?” “Sending a text back to my pals from my academy,” you answered. “How are they?” “I think they’re holding up alright.” Hitting ‘send’ on your screen, you turned off your screen to regard the demon beside you. He noticed how your eyes were downcast, fingers idly picking the loose threads of the sofa. “You’re worried about them.” “Hard not to be, this is Devildom after all,” you chuckled dryly. “Some of them can be impulsive at times. And to not be there if anything bad happens… it scares me.” “I understand,” Beel nodded. His hand on your shoulder reached around you, gently pulling you towards him so that your weight was on him. “I don’t have a telepathic link with all of my brothers. We might fight but I’m worried for them, I don’t know how they’re feeling all the time. I don’t know if they’re safe. Family is important, biological or not.” “Family,” you mumbled. You looked up at him. “When you’re worried, what do you do to take your mind off of things?” “I’d play Obey Me,” he laughed. “I played it for you, you’re very calming.” He guided your head to rest on his chest, letting you hear his steady heartbeat, his hum of contentment reverberating against your ear. “I hope I can give back the calmness you gave me.” After only about fifteen minutes, you were soundly asleep against him. Beel smiled to himself, he presumed he was successful.

Leviathan

Is living the otaku dream, his 2D crush just turned 3D! He’s definitely seen a few animes based on this, it’s like a dream come true! He’s confidently standing by you and asking you so many questions it feels like an interrogation

If you're real are all the other characters real? Are the locations real? How's the academy you attend in Obey Me? He's just asking because it seems a lot nicer than the one here and that academy also has you as a permanent student so if you have a spare spot available…

However after a few hours of fanboying, his sin is coming back to him. He’s merely a shameless otaku who has mountains of your merch in his room. And what if the protagonist in the game is real too and you’re romantically interested in them? He stands no chance!

But eventually he resurfaces, he just can’t stay away from you. Hearing all your tales of your life before coming to the House of Lamentation gets him all the more giddy. You really are (Y/N)-chan from Obey Me!

Shyly comes up to give you various things to sign. He’s brought various CDs, notebooks and even scraps of paper but he doesn’t want you to discover just how much merchandise he has of you

Allows you to investigate his game and account to see just what has been said about you. He loves listening to your little complaints about moments that are embellished or inaccurate - and especially loves when you play down your interactions with the protagonist, it means he still has a chance

You perused through the various cards Leviathan had in Obey Me! as he searched for a new game for the two of you to play. You don’t know who created this game or what encouraged them to document the lives of you and your friends but it was still amusing. But not as amusing at the habits Leviathan seemed to have developed in game. Your own voice greeted you at the home screen, all your cards were maxed out in both level and the Devil’s Tree. But what was more interesting was who he didn’t max out.

“Levi,” you started as you double checked the cards. “Why have you not built any cards of Turiel and Gamigin? They’re good souls you know.” Levi whipped his head around to look at you with wide eyes. “I- uh, let me tell you as a demon myself, I know a demon is bad news when I see one and Gamigin is one of them!” “Turiel’s an angel.” “Angels are bad news most of the time too,” Levi huffed. “Are they portrayed badly in the game? That’s unforgivable, they helped me so much.” “No… they do the right thing.” “They’re two of my closest friends!” “That’s the problem,” Levi muttered, so quietly you almost fell off your seat just trying to hear him. The way he looked away with a flushed face, slowly hunching over to hide himself from the world. Classic Levi envy was arising. You were quick to quell his concern as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “Levi. They’re just good friends. You’re more than that, I assure you. You’re special.” “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” “Nope, I mean it,” you replied with a quick kiss to his temple. “Even when this exchange is over, I’ll keep in contact with you as much as possible.” “... promise?” “Promise.”

Lucifer

Lucifer is cautious. A lot of questions have arisen but his main goal is to answer the question of how close are you to your game counterpart? How much of that story and your personality is true to the you standing before him?

Aware of his temptation to treat you softly as he knows your supposed backstory, he compensates by being ruthless, even more so than usual. Your reputation, attitude and grades must be nothing short of perfect. If you give anything less of a hundred percent, you’re called up to his office, fortunately with the brothers accompanying to complain at the injustice and how the you in game, is in fact based on the you standing before him

He tries to make up for his brash behaviour by inviting you to his office if you need peace and quiet from the other brothers, or accompany him to do some menial tasks

You’ll never know just how much of a fan he was - and still is - of you. He’ll never ask you to sign merch, you’ll never even see his merchandise in his locked closet and he’ll never butt in if the other brothers are fanboying around you - unless they get too loud

You only realise when you recount your times back in your own academy, how he already knows how the tale ends but still looks at you with fond interest, listening intently even as he does work, sometimes finishing your sentences in raw enthusiasm

The effects you had on him back when he played Obey me! are now amplified. He couldn’t remember the last time he was truly at ease in someone’s presence. Frankly, he’s tossed the game aside. He has no need for it now that you’re here in the flesh

In peaceful silence, you helped Lucifer work through some of his paperwork. However upon feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your D.D.D. and started to tap on it eagerly. Lucifer coughed expectantly, expecting an explanation. You sent him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Lucifer. I was downloading Obey Me! just out of curiosity. I wanted to know how accurate the plot is to the real events I experienced.” “Not a bad idea,” Lucifer resumed his work. “It’s the first time I’ve come across such a phenomenon where experiences are directly translated into a digital game. The magic used may even serve purposes in other aspects of life.” You were silent for a few moments as you clicked on the title screen. “Hm… it requires a login. Could I have your login details for Obey Me?” “Why don’t you create a login of your own?” He replied, not bothering to look up from his paperwork. “An existing account would have the majority of content unlocked. I might not be able to reach everything in time if I start from square one.” “You’d have more content if you asked Leviathan instead of me.” “... so you do have an account?” Lucifer finally looked up, scrutinising the smug smile crawling up onto your face. Eyebrows lifted, he placed his pen down. “Why are you asking me that with such a tone?” “Leviathan told me you had an account and said I was the only one who believed him. I mean, I am curious as to the game but now I want to know why you’re so reluctant to let people know you have an account.” “It was merely a foolish bet from Leviathan who said I would be playing the game for more than a week,” he replied smoothly. “And he was right?” “No, he wasn’t.” “Then surely you’ll allow me to check.” “I deleted the game, and the account.” “Well then, allow me to check that it’s been truly deleted for your safety and security-” “No.”

Mammon

Mammon was a statue for a solid five minutes as you introduced yourself to the brothers. Did a witch curse him to hallucinate you? No he doesn’t remember that ever happening…

Lucifer may have assigned him to be your protector but he already assumed that role the instant you walked through the door. No demon’s gonna come within ten feet of ya! (with the obvious exception of himself and maybe his brothers, depending on his mood)

Has all of your merchandise signed, at least, the merchandise he isn’t too embarrassed by (unfortunately the life-sized standee is staying unsigned). He plays it off as a show of gloating, with your signature he can prove to everyone that this merchandise is authentic!

Already knowing your likes and dislikes, you find him randomly giving you items that you favour, either shoving them to your chest without a word or ranting about how he coincidentally stumbled into this very specific object of your preferred shade of your favourite colour

Mammon keeps Obey Me! just to hear your lines that imply you two are a couple. He’d rather Lucifer string him up to the ceiling for a century than admit he wants to hear you say those words to his face

You were a comfort character for him then and you’re still a comforting presence for him now. Your hugs and words are more uplifting than he ever imagined after taking the brunt of emotions from his brothers.

You were interrupted from your studies by Mammon barging into your room with a proud look on his face and a plastic bag in one arm. He was practically skipping towards you, pulling the arm of your chair to turn you away from your work and towards him. You stared at him, unamused, waiting for him to explain himself “Eat this,” he took out a soft item about the size of your palm, wrapped in paper. You started to unwrap it, cautiously. “I was walkin’ back from my shift and then I found a store that sold-” “Devildom Deadly Delights?!” You exclaimed as you held the food in your hand. You stared at him in disbelief and Mammon laughed in glee at your recognition. “Yeah, sold only on our side of Devildom, you can’t get them where you’re from, can ya? Remembered ages ago in that stupid game that you missed out on one ‘cause another character ate ‘em all.” You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to remember. “Oh. That was ages ago, pretty much my first days in the academy. You remembered that?” “N-no,” Mammon snapped, looking away. “You just never shut up about them so I figured I’d do you and your friends a favour and get it for you.” “I haven’t mentioned Devildom Deadly Delights once in my time here,” you stated. “I mean in the game!” he corrected hurriedly. “You mention ‘em every Lesson.” You looked at him incredulously. “...at least it feels like that…” “Whatever you say. Thank you, Mammon.” “Yeah, you better be grateful,” he huffed, turning away to feign distraction. In the corner of his eye, he watched you, how his own actions brought you happiness. His heart swelled at the sight. In truth, your smile was all the gratitude he needed.

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falling for you - ii

a/n: apologies for the delay, didn't think i would be needing to write a part two tbh but here we are. thank you for waiting patiently and i hope you'll enjoy reading it. all the love from me.

warning; oc talks about her poor mental health a bit too detailed, please proceed gently with care. if you need a chat, hit up in my ask box, i will lend you my ears for you :)

it was the morning after your shared confession was let out in the night. you woke up feeling well and healthy, fresh and soft bed covers with fluffed pillows are the gateway to heaven. with a promise of another date with yoongi, you slept like a baby till the late afternoon. the beautiful sunshowers made the sun rays glistened in the atmosphere.

yoongi's heartfelt confession stinged your heart, to give him hope to only to let him down was not your motive. it left a wound in your soul, aching for a relief in the longing of your heart. but you were determined to give yourself and yoongi a chance into your heart for a place to stay. the thought was scary and challenging to you but you were willing to take a risk for yoongi, his patience and love gave you a sense of comfort and peace in your heart.

soon, it was the day of promised golf date. yoongi looked extremely fit and buff with his bulging arms and short sleeve combo, a deadly sight for sore eyes. you wore a tennis skirt, showing off your long legs and a matching tank top, unintentionally matching with him.

yoongi scanned your outfit from head to toe twice before smirking to himself, pressed a kiss on your cheeks and wrapped his arms around you. you felt him pushing you to his chest, you let out a giggle and nuzzling into his neck. his cologne making you feel content and warm. he whispered, 'ready to go' into your ear and you nodded into his chest.

the day goes by with older guys piled up in a group discussing business ventures among themselves. some of them actually swinging and taking their positions in the green vast ground. yoongi was wearing a cap and taking his shot to the nearest hole. you were leaning against your golf stick, shamelessly ogling at his muscular figure.

you admitted to him earlier you really didn't know how to play golf. he playfully told you he would be delighted to teach you his moves and tricks along with how to play the game. now, you're at the field, figuring out how to even swing properly as not to embarrass yourself in front of others and yoongi.

"so, you're just going to stand there and stare at my ass, all day long?" you sent him a playful glare under the shield from your head cap.

"you are irresistible, baby. i have to hold myself back from doing all the things i want to do," he chuckles darkly standing behind you close to feel his presence behind your back. he wrapped his arms around your delicate hands, positioning your posture correctly. his breath tingling your back, shivering slightly from the close proximity.

he leaned towards your shoulders, resting his chin on your shoulder. "you've to hold like this, darling," he mumbled against your ear, guiding your hand to properly hold the golf stick.

"you take your mark, set the target and—" he swinged your hands in a swift motion. it sent the ball flying off to a distance. the action completely taking you off guard, his hand coming up to rest against your hips, patting lightly muttering a 'good job, baby' to your ears.

this day will take everything in you to hold yourself back from taking him right there, you took a heavy breath when you felt a lack of warmth behind you. letting out a sigh, prepping yourself into hold your composure tight and right.

you were thanking the gods above when yoongi declared a break in the afternoon from the scorching sun. you craved bitterest beverage from the bar and yoongi finally caved in to your constant whining from getting tired after hitting two swings.

you went to the bar near the main office, ordered yourself several drinks and water in between to replenish your organs. you were busy with your picking on your nail polish when the drinks arrived. you were having a million thoughts running in your head, looking for a place to hide.

the morning awas running smooth and lovely with yoongi, everything was going so well with him. he is everything you wanted, everything you craved and possibly everything you will lose.

growing up with absent parents in your life had you left with future damage into your emotional well-being. the lack of love and affection between them and among your siblings made you think no one would be willing to settle for you, only able to tolerate you for some time and then back to being a ghost. love was absent from the meaningful glimpses and memories from your past and present.

later, this led to pushing people away in your life when they try to get close to you, denying help from anyone, making you highly dependent on yourself. you always feared you would accidentally hurt your loved ones when you keep pushing people away and you learnt it when you lost a dear friend. you were never able to forgive yourself when you lost her —your best friend— your favourite family.

life is about losing and gaining people on your way to figure yourself out. you could not forgive yourself when she said you were holding herself back from pursuing her dreams because of your unstable relationship with parents and constantly relying on herself, this loss has left a huge scar on your heart.

years later, you fondly remembered beautiful memories of her in your heart and randomly in your days. love was found in remembering and being remembered, you would have instances where you would be dreaming about the good times with her. you always would wish her well and always want her to be well, but sometimes you wish she had listened to you back then.

you are afraid you would hurt yoongi like that. yoongi deserves someone who would drop anything for him and is available to him in every way. you don't think you are capable of giving your all to someone, you are afraid. yoongi would want someone who would be doing anything for him just like he does for others. selfless and undying love to offer, wanting nothing in return. the evening turned sour with your internal dilemma.

yoongi came to check on you after your sudden disappearance and your displeased frown on display. he was worried he might have thrown you off from his bold actions earlier. he sighed and went up to you, carefully placing his hand on your shoulder, massaging gently.

"what's wrong, doll," concern dripping from his lips. his habit of calling you endearing nicknames will always be the death of you. you stood there pouting and staring down at his lips, when he uttered those words.

he took a seat, sitting down on the stool and you leaned towards him, resting your arms around his shoulders running your fingers through his hair. if your head wasn't foggy from all the drinks you have consumed, you wouldn't be here pouting at him when he called you 'doll.'

"you're too good," you let out a sigh, leaning to rest against his side. yoongi is confused to say the least. "you are too good for me," you whispered closing your eyes and letting the darkness consume you.

you woke up in the hotel room rented by yoongi nearby the golf county. confused by the sudden change in atmosphere, you walked barefoot downstairs to the living room. you noticed your outfit was changed to a simple long sleeved tee and the tennis skirt still intact around your waist. the tee long enough to cover your thighs from the chilly weather. he was making a meal for you in the kitchen as he changed his attire. his long shirt sleeve tucked upto his arms, sexy arms flexing his muscles when he tosses the content in the pans.

"what happened?" your voice hoarse from the deep sleep.

"you slept on me in the broad daylight, babe" he chuckled while stirring the pan on the stove.

you mumbled a quick apology, hugging him from behind. you placed your head against his broad shoulders, staring off at a distance.

yoongi noticed your dull mood, pouting lightly to himself. he tried to remember what went wrong in the time you spent apart from him at the bar. he would curse him if anyone tried to be inappropriate with you while he was somewhere else.

"it's alright, doll. you were tired. i was glad i was with you," he ruffled your hair with his free hand.

you stood in silence, tightening your arms around his torso. waiting for him to finish and join him for the meal.

yoongi placed the plates on the small island of the kitchen, turning around to wrap his arms around your shoulder. dragging you to a stool, picking you up lightly to lift you to the stool. his caring moments always leaving you blushing and flustered with his love.

you ate the cooked meal happily, savouring the taste of flavours. the perfect mix of spice and sweet leaving you hunger for more. yoongi watched you eat while running his hands through your hair, fixing the tangles and massaging once in a while.

he took the plates, placing it on the sink. warming a cup of tea in another pot, preparing you a hangover cure to your mild headache. he put out two cups, pouring a tea for you and himself. after a few moment of silence passed, sipping each other's tea in peaceful stillness of the atmosphere.

the promised day was almost finished, one more night and your flight will be waiting for your arrival at the terminal.

"i want you to remember me," yoongi said quietly while sipping his tea. his words lingered around the hall, hanging heavy in the air.

"will you remember how i stood beside you?" he wondered, small frown covering his eyebrow as if thinking to himself. your gaze shifted towards his face, his cheeks resting against his palm. looking at you with all the love from his heart, you flushed a deep pink from his strong gaze. you couldn't give reply to his question, you really did not know.

"will you remember me forever?" he asked you, his head tilted sideway, staring at your eyes fondly, smile on his lips.

"of course, yoongi." you let out a stutter, flustered by his sudden softness.

a/n (ii): thank you for reading! feedbacks and reblogs do help me a lot, thank you.

[quindolyn]

hi can i request the maurauders going to see the reader do a musical like heathers or mean girls and they are just confused and turned on bc they didn't expect it to be this dirty (can lead to smut or not). luv you and hope you are taking care of yourself, if not go get something to eat, drink some water, take a nap, or do somthing you enjoy. or dont not trying to be pushy :)

Creature of the Night || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 3029 (excluding song lyrics)

A/N: I think I liked how this turned out? I didn’t make it smut but it’s certainly suggestive, I went with Rocky Horror, I know that the musicals mentioned in the request are more modern but I fucking love Rocky Horror and I think it works with the request. When I first read this request I smiled so much because I love live theater, I don’t perform as much as I used to because as I progress with my education I’m focusing more on the stuff I can use to pad my resumes for college and stuff but I still love going to see productions. One of the worst parts of the pandemic for me has been not being able to go see shows, I miss it so much.

Warnings: theatre enthusiast reader, erections, suggestive material, song lyrics, slight teasing, wearing very little clothing in front of an audience, I believe that that is it

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antici-

The magic of the stage was second to none. Sure, Hogwarts may have had witches and wizards, subjects like Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and ghosts that spent their time meandering about the halls but there was always a part of you that looked forward to the summer between your years at Hogwarts. Because no matter how magical Hogwarts was, the theater always made you feel completely and utterly alive. 

Every summer since the one after your first year at what all of your muggle friends thought to be a very prestigious boarding school up in Scotland, you’d taken part in your local youth theater’s productions. Your parents both being muggles thought that it would be a great way for you to be able to stay in touch with your muggle origins. 

The first year you’d been far too nervous to actually audition for a role, the very thought causing bile to churn in your stomach and threaten to make you sick all over your kitchen floor when your father first pitched the idea. So instead you’d done costumes and it was the most wonderful experience of your life. 

Who needed drugs when you had live theater? The hustle and bustle behind the scenes was electrifying but after two summers of costuming, of quick changes in the wings, learning how to use the ancient sewing machines they stored in the depths of the storage rooms, and pulling pieces for the actors to try on you decided that you wanted to try something more.

The moment you had stepped onto the stage it was like you’d come to life and you cursed yourself for not taking the risk earlier. You belonged on the stage, with the harsh stage lights on you and pounds of makeup plastered onto your face you could feel the magic thrumming through your veins and it was addicting.

If it was possible, you were even more excited to perform this summer, the previous school year you’d finally gotten together with your long time best friends the Marauders, turning them from friends to your boyfriends.

When your mother had sent word of the production being put on this summer you’d squealed while seated next to James and across from Remus, who had Sirius hanging off of his side. After explaining to them, mostly Sirius and James really, just what live theater was their first reaction was to ask if they could come see you perform.

“I don’t even know if I’m going to be cast,” You had explained gently, not wanting to get their hopes up in case you weren’t cast this year.

“Bull shit of course you’re going to be the cast,” Sirius had contested through a mouthful of jam and toast, waving his hand theatrically through the air, watching him that day was not the first time you’d considered how the way he acted often reminded you of an over enthusiastic theatre major.

Remus, the only one with any knowledge on muggle theatre had snorted, wrapping an arm around Sirius’ waist to pull him closer to his body, “She’s not going to be the cast Pads, she’s going to be casted,” He’d corrected gently, pressing a kiss into his long, dark tresses.

“Whatever,” The smaller boy had grumbled, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Which brought you to where you were right now, five minutes to curtain touching up your make up in the mirror of the shared make-up room.

“Hey (L/N),” One of your cast mates called settling into the makeup chair next to you as she plucked a tube of dark red lipstick from the small canary colored makeup bag she had previously abandoned on the counter, “Your boyfriends coming tonight?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Yeah, they are,” You responded, applying mascara to your lashes.

“Excited to meet them, that photo you showed us,” She smiled, fanning her face with her hand, “Smoking,” She smiled, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

Rolling your eyes you ignored her comment, “It’s five minutes to curtain, you’re just now doing your make-up?” You chuckled, noticing her black face.

“Oh, shove it,” She laughed as you pushed yourself from your chair, traipsing out of the room, giving her the middle finger on your way out.

“Break a leg!” She called after you as the door latched shut.

You weren’t usually this nervous before a performance but knowing that your three boyfriends were sitting out there somewhere in the audience had you pacing back and forth backstage wondering what they were going to think of the whole production.

“Rocky Horror?” Sirius’ confusion evident in his voice as he plopped down in his seat next to Remus, throwing his arm around the werewolf’s shoulders, drumming his fingers on his clothed shoulder hidden behind his knitted cardigan.

“Yeah,” James collapsed into his chair on the other side of Remus, tucking one leg under his body, “No clue what it’s about but I’m sure our angel will be wonderful. Can you guys see her?” He straightened himself up in his seat, craning his neck in attempts to catch a glimpse of you.

Remus being the only one with any ties to the muggle world knew a bit about the show and had to do his very best to suppress a smirk from overtaking his face as he knew exactly what he and your other two boyfriends were getting themselves into. 

“Just hush up you two, the show’s gonna start any moment,” He scolded, patting his large, scarred hand on James’ thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Rem,” Sirius whined, puckering his lips and closing his eyes, signaling to his boyfriend that he wanted a kiss.

“My needy baby,” He crooned, leaning in to connect his lips with Sirius’ in a quick liplock before pulling back, allowing Sirius to drop his forehead to smear against his shoulder.

“That’s mean,” Sirius murmured discontentedly.

“Poor baby Pads,” James cooed mockingly.

“Both of you,” Remus hissed as the lights in the theatre dimmed, “The show’s about to start, be good for me and be quiet yeah?”

Their response came in their silence as the crowd started settling down and the music from the orchestra pit began a voice coming from somewhere out of sight as it was played through the speakers,

“Michael Rennie was ill

The day the earth stood still

But he told us where we stand”

Not 20 minutes into the show all three of them were as hard as rocks, James had already made Remus check the playbill for the name of the character you were playing, not being able to remember what you’d told them as all of his concentration was focused on a certain place.

Janet Weiss.

Remus couldn’t remember either, but he was almost certain that’s the name he could make out in the dark theatre, printed next to a picture of your smiling face.

When you’d stripped down to your underwear the boys could barely focus on the plot line of the show, only being able to watch the way your bare skin shone under the harsh light of the spotlights. Watching as sweat glistened on your skin, making you shine as you moved about the stage. 

Enchanted by the melodic cadence of your voice they all felt a certain jealousy burning deep in the pits on their stomachs at the thought that there were dozens of other people packed into that theater, all observing you in your vulnerable state of under dress. Only they got to see you like that.

Sirius missed much of the first act glaring at members of the audience who he deemed as looking at you for too long for his liking, but if you were being honest a 4th year smiling at you in the hallway was sometimes too long for his liking.

It wasn’t like any of them had never seen you naked before, in fact they’d all seen you naked more than their fair share of times but something about you on that stage in a white bra with a matching slip was driving them all crazy.

Especially Remus, whose ultimate weakness was seeing you in anything white which was one of the reasons you’d been so excited to invite them in the first place, knowing that they would be horny messes the entire time.

On stage you did your very best not to look out into the audience looking for them, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stop a ginormous grin from forming on your face and you couldn’t afford to break character. Not if you wanted the night to go your way.

As the opening notes to “Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me”, rose from the orchestra pit you had trouble stopping a small smirk from pulling at your lips as you opened them, inhaling deeply before singing the first words of the song,

“I was feeling done in, couldn't win

I'd only ever kissed before”

Despite yourself you caught a glimpse of long dark hair in the audience, quickly taking a glance at Sirius’ face, eyes glazed over in lust, legs shifting uncomfortably with his mouth hanging wide open. 

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed another raven-haired boy’s mouth dropping as you shrugged off of your robe

“I thought there’s no use getting, into heavy petting

It only leads to trouble and, seat wetting

Now all I want to know, is how to go

I've tasted blood and I want more”

It was impossible to miss the way Remus’ jaw clenched as you laid your palm against Rocky’s chest, he was being played by your good friends who’d been working with the same theatre company as you since forever, he was like a brother to you. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t lay it on extra thick tonight with your boyfriends in the audience.

Tracing a dainty finger down Rocky’s chest you pushed your body against his singing out the next lyrics of the song,

“I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance”

You turned you and your cast mate so that looking over his shoulder you were able to meet Remus’ eye, sending him a quick wink before focusing back in on Rocky.

“Toucha, toucha, toucha, touch me

I wanna be dirty

Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

Creature of the night”

Pressing your back up against Rocky’s chest you guided his hands with yours to your breasts, squeezing them as you followed the choreography you knew by heart.

You ripped your slip from your body with the help of Rocky leaving you in only your white bra, matching panties and a pair of small heels as you paraded around stage, belting the suggestive lyrics into the theater.

“Then if anything grows, while you pose

I'll oil you up and rub you down (down, down, down)

And that’s just one small fraction, of the main attraction

You need a friendly hand, oh i need action”

You smirked, thinking about all of the action you’d be on the receiving end of later that night as you sunk to your knees in front of Rocky, your hands grasping his thighs. Deciding to tease them perhaps a little more than necessary as you went through the number, curling your leg around his and pressing your bodies together so that there was no space between your two questionably clothed bodies.

As the number was brought to a close it was impossible for you to ignore the excitement bubbling up inside of you as you continued your way through the show you kept throwing glances at your boyfriends, always finding their eyes already trained on you. More often than not, on some body part other than your face.

If your boyfriends thought that they had a bit of a problem before that song they were in a terrible predicament now.

Remus caught Sirius on multiple occasions trying to move the hand that he was holding to grope at his crotch as he tried to buck up into his boyfriend’s hand. And much to his own dismay, Remus would pull his hand away, thinking it probably wasn’t the best idea to give his boyfriend a hand job in a crowded theater. Knowing that he wouldn’t have to worry about James touching himself because he would never dream of disobeying him, Remus divided his attention between you on the stage and keeping Sirius in check.

Each of the boys were counting down the seconds until the show came to an end and they could get out of there and relieve some of their tension.  As the curtains were pulled closed they all breathed a sigh of relief before they reopened, leaving all three of them bewildered and slightly annoyed, even more so when they noticed everyone around them standing as they applauded the actors.

Remus forced both of them up when you rushed to the front of the stage, curtsying as the crowd went wild, your boyfriends most notably. As you took your bow you blew a kiss to your boyfriends taking note of the uncomfortable way they all stood, trying to adjust their erections to make them less noticeable while simultaneously applauding you.

As you cleared the stage after curtain call you took your time, doddling towards the dressing rooms where you had left the clothes you’d arrived at the theater in along with a special outfit you’d brought for after the show. Usually you were one of the first actors to clear the theater after a show but tonight you took your time. Hanging up your costume with more care than anyone really should treat any garment with and certainly more than what it needed. 

You smirked mischievously as you pulled the you’d brought outfit from your bag and shimmied it up your legs before slipping the delicate straps up your shoulders. You glimpsed yourself in the mirror, the red satin of the dress clinging to your curves in an attractive manner, short enough to display miles of legs and low cut enough to show off a decent amount of cleavage and perhaps a sighting of the matching red bra you were wearing beneath it.

Slinging the back of your black heels over the heel of your feet you snatched your purse from the armchair in your dressing room before striding out to go meet your boyfriends in the lobby, where you’d told them to wait for you.

Their heads all turned as they heard the clacking of your heels against the tile of the floor, “Boys,” You greeted as they unabashedly took in your new appearance.

As he most often was, Remus was the first one to collect himself, “Puppy, you were wonderful,” He praised, walking to meet you as you approached him, leaning down to smear a kiss against your cheek, “You did amazing up there, so proud of you,” He threw his arm around your waist as you walked towards Sirius and James.

“We got something for you,” He explained, his grip on your waist tightening, “Jamie give it to her, yeah?” 

“Oh yeah,” The smaller boy grinned, remembering the bouquet he held cradled in his arms as he handed it over to you, “Here you go angel.”

“Thank you Jamie,” You said as you took it from him, closing your eyes as you buried your nose in the sweet smelling flora. As you opened your eyes you made eye contact with Sirius, who stood across from you, practically drooling as he took in your appearance without any shame, “They smell wonderful.”

“You okay Si?” You asked, looking up through your eyelashes, batting them innocently.

“Like you don’t know exactly what you did up there to us (Y/N/N),” Remus whispered in your ear, pressing his nose into your temple.

“You guys are the ones who wanted to come,” You lilted, rubbing one of the velvety petals between the pads of your thumb and forefinger.

“Could’ve warned us,” James mumbled, his eyes not leaving your thighs as he licked his lips, if it were anyone else you would’ve been uncomfortable but you couldn’t help but feel flattered whenever any of them ogled you. 

“And what’s with the dress Pup?” Sirius nodded his head appreciatively towards your dress, obviously admiring the way it hung on your body.

“What, you don’t like it?” You asked with fake hurt in your voice, knowing that he more than liked it, he fucking loved it. 

“S’not that,” Remus mumbled, nosing at your jugular, “Just that whole show, got us a little bit worked up. We didn’t expect it to be so sexual Puppy,” He nodded towards James and that’s when you noticed the erection he was still sporting. 

“Got us really worked up, can we go home now?” James asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to distract himself from his little problem.

“Jamie,” You whined, smiling wickedly, “I wanted to celebrate, I was thinking we could go eat somewhere, I was thinking maybe Thai food?”

You watched as Sirius ground his teeth, conflicted between needing to get home and not wanting to deny you from what you wanted. 

“Having fun teasing us Bunny?” Remus asked you with a sly smirk, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“M’not teasing,” You insisted, turning indignantly to your other boyfriend.

“Sure you aren’t,” He chuckled, “Thai sounds great (Y/N), wanna talk with you about the show,” The idea of teasing Sirius and James even longer was very appealing to Remus and he was ready to make the sacrifice of being teased himself, knowing that he’d be able to get back at you later that night.

“But-” James began.

“You wanna argue with me Jamie?” Remus challenged, raising a singular eyebrow.

“No,” He moped, “Of course not.”

“Good,” Remus said, nodding his head approvingly, “We wouldn’t wanna deny our Princess would we?”

James shook his head, eyes pleading, desperately seeking Remus’ approval.

“Pads?” Remus challenged, turning his attention to the other raven haired man.

“What? Oh um, of course not,” He agreed distractedly, dragging his eyes from your form to meet Remus’, his reluctance evident in his voice.

“Good,” Remus said pointedly, his eyes cold, daring Sirius to question him. When he didn’t the werewolf continued, “Let’s get going then, there’s a nice little restaurant a couple blocks away yeah?”

As you all hummed your consent you made your way to the exit, “Ten galleons if you can make James cum in his pants at dinner,” Remus whispered in your ear quietly enough so that  James and Sirius trailing behind you wouldn’t be able to hear you, you could hear the smirk in his voice as you exited the theatre.

“Deal.” This was going to be fun, you considered that you might have to invite them to come see the show again.

-pation

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sleep softly, love; genshin impact

synopsis: how i think certain genshin impact characters would fall asleep next to you for the first time :)

note: hihi! so i finally feel like i’m caught up enough in genshin lore that i can start actually writing for it!! yay!! anyways, i’m sorry if my portrayal of them is a lil ooc, i’m still getting used to writing for them. still, i hope you guys enjoy! :D

pairings: xiao x reader, diluc x reader

tw: mentions of nightmares and death in xiao’s, mentions of alcohol and suggestive themes in diluc’s, ooc characters, mostly j fluff, not proof read (oops)

wc: 2k 

masterlist

xiao:

the first few times you bring up sleeping next to him he’s probably going to turn you down

you see, xiao doesn’t really need to sleep, nor does he want to

he finds the idea of lying in a comatose state for eight hours in complete darkness to be “weird” and a “waste of time”

and his opinion on the matter doesn’t change for a while

that is, until you confess to him you’ve been having nightmares

these nightmares were like nothing you have ever had before

they shook you to your very core and, rather than the dream just leaving your mind after you woke up, they followed you around for days

once you confide in xiao about these terrors, he grows very concerned

in the past he’s known people who have been plagued with nightmares as a result of a dangerous curse that, more often than not, ended in death

the thought of you, the person he cares about most, succumbing to such a terrible fate frightens him more than anything — not that he’ll ever admit this to you.

and so, reluctantly, xiao agrees to spend the night with you

just this once, to protect you

You roll over to face him and for a moment he panics. To Xiao’s knowledge, couples who slept together often cuddled with each other. While he did occasionally enjoy a few close moments with you, Xiao couldn’t say he was very taken with the idea of physical contact — especially in a situation that left him so vulnerable. To his relief, however, you stay on your side of the bed. Your hand rests on top of your pillow and slowly, almost cautiously you maneuver it so it’s lying a bit closer to Xiao — a silent invitation to hold your hand, is what the adeptus recognizes it as. This gesture was not foreign to him, you did things like this often. You always kept your hand outstretched to him. Even if he were to pull away or turn his back, your hand was still there. You were still there.

You roll over to face him and for a moment he panics. To Xiao’s knowledge, couples who slept together often cuddled with each other. While he did occasionally enjoy a few close moments with you, Xiao couldn’t say he was very taken with the idea of physical contact — especially in a situation that left him so vulnerable. To his relief, however, you stay on your side of the bed. Your hand rests on top of your pillow and slowly, almost cautiously you maneuver it so it’s lying a bit closer to Xiao — a silent invitation to hold your hand, is what the adeptus recognizes it as. This gesture was not foreign to him, you did things like this often. You always kept your hand outstretched to him. Even if he were to pull away or turn his back, your hand was still there. You were still there.

You roll over to face him and for a moment he panics. To Xiao’s knowledge, couples who slept together often cuddled with each other. While he did occasionally enjoy a few close moments with you, Xiao couldn’t say he was very taken with the idea of physical contact — especially in a situation that left him so vulnerable. To his relief, however, you stay on your side of the bed. Your hand rests on top of your pillow and slowly, almost cautiously you maneuver it so it’s lying a bit closer to Xiao — a silent invitation to hold your hand, is what the adeptus recognizes it as. This gesture was not foreign to him, you did things like this often. You always kept your hand outstretched to him. Even if he were to pull away or turn his back, your hand was still there. You were still there.

“Xiao.”

Your gentle voice catches his attention immediately. As he looks into your eyes all he can see is admiration, his heart clenches at the feeling it gives him.

“Thank you,” you say softly, “for being here for me like this.”

Xiao simply nods his head at you in response.

“Sleep,” he whispers, his tone commanding yet soft, “I will be here when you wake.”

He desperately wants to say more. To let you know that he would always be there for you, that no challenge would ever be too difficult if it was for you, that he would rip the moon from the night sky if it meant that you would rest a little easier. Yet, the kind smile you give him shows that he need not continue. You know he loves you, you have never once doubted it. You are aware of the burden he carries and how it affects him. You know that one day he will be able to share with you the confessions of love and vulnerability that are buried deep inside him. For now, this is enough. He is enough. And so, with a content smile you snuggle even further into your pillow.

“Goodnight, Xiao.” You whisper before finally closing your eyes.

Xiao stares at your resting form for a while. It is not until your breathing evens out and he is sure you are asleep do his eyes flicker from your face to your hand lying closely to him. All of the sudden, an overwhelming urge to hold you in some way overtakes the adeptus. Again, Xiao was not the biggest fan of physical affection, however, something about you looking as peaceful as you do in this moment evokes something from him. And so, he decides to finally accept your invitation. As his palm meets yours in a tight hold — not tight enough to wake you, of course — Xiao allows himself to indulge in the warmth and safety you provide him, just this once.

Neither of you have any nightmares that night.

diluc:

you and diluc are in a fairly new relationship.

having just started seeing each other a few months ago, it’s only natural to not have done anything too domestic quite yet.

not to mention, our ever stoic winery owner is a bit shy when it comes to his affections.

the two of your were every content with your soft, simple touches.

hand-holding, hugging, and subtle kissing kept you both very satisfied.

until you decide to get drunk at dawn winery.

your work has been k i l l i n g you recently

commissions are beginning to pile up, hilichurls have invaded the area you were supposed to scout next, and you couldn’t help but think that you were getting a bit rusty with your weapon.

all and all, you are very stressed out.

you desperately want a chance to relax.

originally, you had planned on just having a drink or two and ranting to your ever so reliable boyfriend.

however, a drink or two turned into three, then four...

before you knew it you couldn’t remember how many you had and it was rather late.

being the gentleman that he is, diluc forces offers you his bed for the night

seeing as you were in no condition to return home on your own, he has no choice.

it’s the responsible decision.

however, he’s still very flustered about the whole ordeal

Dulic thinks you are a handful. Especially right now. 

He huffs as he attempts to open his bedroom door one-handed. The other appendage preoccupied with keeping you slumped against his side so that you don’t fall over. 

“I knew you shouldn’t have had that last glass of dandelion wine.” He mumbles, gently scolding you. 

You simply blink up at him, a bored expression on your flushed face. 

“You sayin’ I can’t hold my alcohol?” you hiccup, “I’ll show you…” 

You attempt to push off of him, but his hold on you tightens. 

“No,” he grunts, “You won’t.” 

Finally the door opens and Diluc lets out a sigh of relief. Swiftly he lifts you up — earning a small ‘woah’ and a giggle from you — and carries you over to his bed. He then sets you down and turns to his dresser to get you some clothes to sleep in. He picks out a large, white, long-sleeved undershirt and. Your lips curl into a suggestive smirk and you chuckle. 

“Oooh,” you tease, “Master Diluc how bold of you, are you going to dress me?” 

The pyro user looks absolutely mortified but you pay no mind to it, too busy laughing and hiccupping at your own joke. A prominent blush grows on Diluc’s face as he shuffles over to you. 

“Of course not!” he stutters, dropping the clothing article gently on your head. He then grabs a pile of his own clothes and makes a beeline to the door. Just as he is about to exit he turns to you. 

“Wait here,” he instructs, “and try not to fall asleep yet.” 

And with that, the Diluc dashes down the hall, presumably leaving you to get changed. You do just that, tugging off your shirt and removing your bottoms. You huff as you lift your boyfriend's shirt up and over your head. As soon as the garment falls over your shoulders and past your knees, you’re hit with the rich scent of chestnuts and mahogany — the scent of Diluc. His undershirt is so baggy and so warm that you cannot help but feel at ease, Diluc always did have a way of making you feel safe — whether it was the hand he always places on the small of your back when he guides you around town or the look in his eyes when he spots you across the room, so sure that you’re the one he’ll always search for. The red-head returns a moment later clad in a dark, short-sleeved undershirt, similar to the one he gave you, and a pair of soft pants. In one hand, Diluc holds a fresh glass of water and in the other a pillow that seems to be smaller than the ones laid out in his bed. Diluc gently sits on the edge of the bed and pats the spot next to him, beckoning you to sit next to him. As soon as the bed dips with your weight, Diluc is handing you a cup of water. 

“Drink,” he instructs once again, “so your hangover doesn’t kill you tomorrow.” 

You do as you're told, dutifully downing the refreshing liquid. The minute your lips leave the cup he takes it from you, setting it on his bedside table. Then, Diluc picks you up once more and positions you so you are laying properly on the bed. He pulls the covers out from under you and makes sure you’re tucked in well. 

“There,” he says finally, pulling the comforter up to your chin, “are you comfortable?” 

However, he does not receive an answer. You’re already half asleep, head slumped against the pillow, mouth hanging wide open. Diluc smiles in spite of himself. He should be mad at you, he knows he should. But, as you lay there with your hair a mess, wearing one of his shirts, in his bed, Diluc cannot help but fall even more hopelessly in love with you. Stroking your hair a few times, he finally leaves a light kiss on your forehead. Hesitantly, he gets up, being very careful not to jostle you. He’s about to head to his living room to sleep, but he can barely make it two steps away from the bed before a hand shoots out and grabs his wrist. He turns to see you, still snug in his bed, a pout adorning your features. 

“Where’re you goin?” You grumble out sleepily. 

Diluc looks at you curiously. 

“I’m going to let you sleep,” he whispers, “You need to rest.” 

He attempts to remove your hand but your grip only tightens. Suddenly you pull him down, your faces only inches apart. You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forehead against his.

“Please,” you whisper, your voice soft — so soft that Diluc doesn’t think he would have heard it if he weren’t so close to you, “stay.”

The blush from earlier creeps back up Diluc’s neck and rests upon the apples of his cheeks. Hearing you plead for him like this evokes a sense of warmth within the pyro user. He’s never felt so wanted before you. Ultimately, Diluc gives in and indulges you — how can he not? Crawling into bed next to you, he stiffens when you rest your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his torso. Diluc stays up a little while after you doze off, admiring you. 

Diluc thinks you are a handful. However, he thinks he can handle it if at the end of every day he gets to hold you like this.

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[woos-lil-oreo]

Love Scene

Pairing: Song Min Gi x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.1k words

Warnings: Slight Voyeurism???, Mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing, biting, spitting, Reader is a slight pillow princess, UNPROTECTED SEX (plastic wrap your peenie weenies), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight use of pet names... I think that's it.

Author's Note: Most of this is a BIG self-indulgence XD and that Mingi gif always get me going... AnYwAyS, This fic is NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. If you wanna join the taglist, send me an ask and let me know. Don't steal... all that ✨ jazz ✨ music. Drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

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Intro and Masterlist ✨

This is the happiest day of your life. You are dolled up in a beautiful snow-white dress decorated in speckled sequins and intricate rhinestone designs.

Your makeup is simple yet glamourous with a simple natural smoky eye with a shimmer in the inner corners. There is this aural glow of happiness around you, and you genuinely feel like a princess.

You are standing in front of your handsome fiancée with your hands holding each other, who is decked out in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt accented with a deep royal blue tie and shiny black Oxfords.

Hongjoong’s friend, Maddox, recites the point in the script where the vows would be repeated by you and your soon to be husband.

The vows. A spiritual binding of words that will connect the two of you until the end of eternity… or until you two get tired of each other, whichever comes first.

As you repeat after Maddox, Mingi’s eyes glisten with tears of joy. As much as he willed himself not to, one little miscreant of a tear dared to fall. You drop one of your hands to go wipe the tear stream off of his cheek.

The guests proceed to awe in adoration. Seonghwa fans his eyes to prevent his tears from falling, while Hongjoong is sporting a runny nose and a giant crocodile tear down his cheek, clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulder.

As you listen to Mingi recite his vows, tears start to well up in your eyes. You grip Mingi’s hand a little tighter to calm yourself because your makeup is beautifully done, and you’d be damned if you let a teardrop and a dried tear stain appear on your cheek. Jae-hee would have your ass. You got through the ceremony without tears!

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Maddox proclaims. You turn to Mingi, who now has one of the brightest smiles ever on his face, and he leaves a nice, sweet, lingering peck on your lips, still holding your hands.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that!” Wooyoung screams out, earning himself a nice smack to the forehead from Yeosang. Wooyoung winces and rubs the spot while the guests laugh at their interaction and turn back to you when Mingi lets go of your hand and smirks.

Mingi pulls you to his chest, grabs you by the waist – pulling you close to him – and kisses you. As the kiss gets deeper, he places his hand on your cheek – steadying your head, and your hands work their way to the back of his head.

The crowd begins to root the two of you on, and Jae-hee screams out, “You guys are literally about to get a room!” You both pull away from each other and look at your husband. Mingi has a very thin layer of shimmer lip gloss on his mouth, and his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.

A now very flustered and blushy boi Maddox quickly recollects himself from what he just witnessed and mutters, “They don’t pay me enough,” with a chuckle before he announces, loud and proud, “I-I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Song Min Gi!”

Everyone stands up from their seats and creates a round of applause as the newlywed couple leads the processional to the area where the wedding party, which is beautifully attired in soft peach pink dresses and deep royal sapphire blue accented suits, is to take pictures of one of the most important days you will never forget.

~25 minutes later~

The host has completed the introductions for the most chaotic wedding party that has ever existed, and everyone is getting to their seats in the venue.

The reception hall is absolutely stunning! The same colors of the wedding party are accented with gold. Diamonds are loosely scattered across the table, tealight candles alit floating in water vases, giving the room a soft glow in addition to the dimmed lighting.

The caterers are dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and slacks. The guys have a royal blue sleeve garter, and the girls a soft peach one.

Once everyone has settled at their tables, Jae-hee and Yunho approach the front of the makeshift stage to make their toasts as Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Jae-hee grabs the microphone first, and she is already tearing up, and she is usually not one for emotion often. “Y/N, we have been friends for so long… we are practically sisters. I’ve watched you grow into a beautiful and confident woman… and even though I put you through some shit….” All of ATEEZ shakes their head and groan in agreement, and the rest of the guests laugh in response.

Jae-hee rolls her eyes and continues. “I’m so happy that you have found the love of your life and that I wasn’t the first to get married.” You roll your eyes and get up to hug her, and she meets you halfway. While in her embrace, she whispers, “I love you, baby girl,” and you respond with the same hushed tone, “I love you, too,” letting one measly tear run.

You two kiss each other’s cheek, and you return to your seat, and Jae-hee returns to the stage. She grabs Yunho’s handkerchief to dab away her tears before they fall through mascara. “Mingi, I officially welcome you into the messy integration that is our family.” Mingi chuckles and nods in response.

The mic is passed to Yunho. “Mingi, you have grown into an immaculate young man who is decorated with accomplishments and people who love you. I’m really proud of you, and I wish you two the best of luck. Y/N, I have watched you become each other’s yin and yang. You may be a bit of a handful,” you roll your eyes and chuckle. “… But we love you so much, and we welcome you into our quote – end quote ‘messy integration that is our family.’” Yunho walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek, and bro hugs Mingi.

“Cheers!” After an emotional toast from Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was time for the party to begin, and I mean both aspects of the term. Which explains why you are now seated in a chair in the middle of the dance floor. Mingi is standing across from you with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

Hope You Do by Chris Brown blares through the speakers in the venue. You immediately cover your warm cheeks with your hands to conceal the blush and warmth there, knowing what is to come. Mingi starts to remove his suit jacket… and Yeosang, Yunho, and surprisingly, Jongho remove their coats as well.

As the trio wines and grinds on the floor behind the Groom, Mingi moves closer towards you to go and remove your garter.

When he reaches you, he does not even take the time to bunch up your dress and goes straight into hunting for the garter. His big hands rub around the top of your knees to find it.

When he does, he drops his hands to the floor to give himself leverage. He proceeds to leave a speckled trail of kisses up your leg and bites right below the garter, causing you to yelp in surprise and the crowd to holler out.

Mingi drags the garter down your leg to your ankle and removes it from your foot. At this point, there is a tension between you two that begs and pleads to be relieved.

Mingi stands to his feet, grabbing your hands to guide you straight up off the chair. You two make eye contact, and you can see the tension. “Alright young bachelorettes, come out to the floor and catch you a bouquet!” The host says in the mic, and all the women move to the floor, ready to start drinking, the actual after-party, and the real fun.

When all participants are on the floor, you pretend to throw the bouquet to keep them on edge. After a few false turns, you finally throw, and Jae-hee sprints to the front to catch it effortlessly.

“Yeahhh bitches, I’m next to get married!!!” She jumps up and down as you laugh and the other ladies leave the floor.

The host announces that it is the fellas’ turn to come out on the floor. It was not as many males as females, but there was a good amount present. Mingi played the same card as you: pretending to throw the garter until he did.

In an ironic twist of events, Jongho caught it on the top of his head like a flower crown. When he patted his head to confirm he sort of caught it, he made eye contact with Jae-hee.

They both quickly look away with a bright pink flush on their cheeks, which causes you and Mingi to laugh together. He wraps his arms across your shoulder blades and squeezes your shoulder. You look at him questioningly, and he nods to the door. You nod and grab his hand, running to the back door with your husband.

Seonghwa will have your ass for running out and leaving him and Hongjoong to clean up your mess, but that is a tomorrow problem, and you have more… pressing matters to deal with.

Mingi is flying down the street with you in the back seat to compensate room for your dress. As he tries to get to your home without getting a ticket, you untie his tie and proceed to rub down his chest, slow and meticulously popping one button after another.

Before you could decorate his neck in pretty little hickeys and love bites, the car jerks to a stop, and he power strides to your door and opens it. He grabs you in his arms bridal style out of the vehicle.

You were surprised at how easy he made that look, especially with all of the extra fluff on your dress. He carries you into the threshold with ease, kissing you as if his life depends on it.

When Mingi blindly finds your room, he puts you down on your feet, spins you around, and begins to unzip your dress. He kisses under your ear and down your neck as your dress pools around your feet. He breaks away to rest his forehead on yours.

“As much I would love to pound you into the mattress right now, I would like for our first time as a married couple to be gentle,” he breathes out. You nod your head, and he slowly turns you around to unclip the black strapless bra, allowing your breasts to drop.

He returns his mouth back to your neck and softly twists your nipple between his fingers, eliciting tingles to run all over your body. As good as the feeling was, you remove Mingi’s hand and spin around to face your husband. You walk backward until the back of your legs hit the mattress and lean back.

MIngi crawls on top of you and slowly kisses you. You can feel the passion and love through it, causing you to shiver. Mingi, once again, pulls away from you to drag your black lace panties down your legs. He throws them across the room and stands from the bed, peeling away the dress shirt you opened in the car.

The shirt drops to the floor, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor. The pants come next, along with the boxer briefs, and they pooled around his ankles. You bite your finger and lick your lips with lust-darkened eyes as you are being blessed with this private show.

Mingi returns to your V of your legs and brings your ankle to his mouth, leaving delicate kisses down the inner side of your leg until he reaches the inner thigh, where he leaves a bite – causing you to giggle and squirm a bit.

He lifts himself to where his penis grazes your labia. He rubs the tip along your slit and teases the tip inside of your core. “You ready, baby?” He sticks the reddened tip inside, just to pull it back out, and repeats this a couple times until you are a whining and moaning little mess. He finally pushes his dick past the tip and slowly moves into you, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

You moan in relief and very, very, VERY slight pain due to his girth, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he is at the hilt, meeting you pelvis to pelvis. He doesn’t move for a second, trying to collect himself before he busts in you from the tightness of your honey pot. You shiver as he pants in your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his warm minty breath hits.

You grind your hips around, signaling that you have adjusted to his size, and he moans out at the action. He begins to pump inside very slowly in and out of you, with his brows scrunched and his bottom lip being bitten.

You hear the squelching noises from his slow pace. When you started getting louder, Mingi moves a bit faster, seeing that you are slowly reaching your orgasm, and frankly, so is he. “Baby, I love you so much,” he mutters like a mantra as he helps you both reach new heights.

You two have made love before, but never to this extent. After every mutter, your heart from knowing that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with. You place your hand on the back of Mingi’s neck to kiss him, but before your lips could make contact, Mingi stops.

He licks the base of his thumb and places a firm pressure on your clitoris, and then kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. You two are seeing specks of light under your eyelids from cumming so hard. It may not have been anything degrading, rough or intense in that sense. Still, it was absolutely beautiful joining souls with your lover.

~The Next Morning~

You wake up feeling floaty, like you are lying on a cloud. Your husband is asleep with his arm draped around your waist. As you face Mingi, his features are soft, and it looks like he is in bliss. You place your hand on his cheek and caress the apple.

When you are done admiring your husband, you carefully move his arm to his side to make breakfast. You are successful in not waking Mingi and hop out of bed, still naked from last night’s escapades. “Wow, it feels nice to say that,” you think as you grab your husband’s dress shirt and run to the bathroom to clean Mingi’s cum that has dripped down your leg.

~A few minutes later~

You are now in the kitchen, whipping up some waffle batter. The table is decorated with a nicely plated array of bacon and a bowl of freshly washed and cut fruit. You finish plugging in the waffle iron when your husband wraps his arms around your shoulders and spins you around.

He quickly lifts you on the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Song.” He says huskily from his morning voice. You try to reply with a greeting, but Mingi catches the words in your mouth. Your lips are smashed together from Mingi’s fervency, and his long and slender fingers start to move down to your hole.

“Oh my goodness, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He teased. You moan out while he rubs your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks when he pushes a finger in, causing you to scream in response. “Those weren’t proper words, but I’ll take it.” He responds while adding another finger in and drastically changing his pace. You cry out due to the incredible speed. Mingi looks up at you.

Your head is tilted back, tiny pants coming from your mouth, and hands grabbing the counter as if to ground yourself. Mingi lets a drop of spit fall from his mouth and adds another finger to add more lubrication and bring you closer to climax.

You start to squirm on the counter, which is now soaked in your fluids, and whimper softly. A telltale sign that you are almost there; you just need that one little push. Mingi kneels down to be face to face with your cunt, and he stares at your dripping core as if he was hypnotized by how well you are taking his digits.

A loud moan from you knocks him out of his trance, and he adds one more finger and starts to apply suction on your button. A blinding white light flashes behind your eyelids, and a fuzzy warmth roams all over your body.

You breathe heavily from your high, and Mingi slows his speed, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers, causing you to whimper from overstimulation, and brings them to your mouth.

You immediately open your mouth to welcome in the appendages and begin to suck them as if your life depends on it. The spit dribbles from your mouth down your chin and along Mingi’s forearm. He gently pulls at your jaw to open your mouth and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He growls, and you do not think twice about disobeying him. He returns to kiss you, mixing your natural taste with your juices and his tongue.

He pulls away, and your fucked out state is adorable: your eyes are dilated from here to Hell, saliva glistening your chin, your cheeks are heavily flushed, and your ass is drenched with your cum.

“If this is what I wake to every morning, I’m not complaining.” Mingi chuckles. “You didn’t even get to have breakfast yet.” You laughed. He looks with an eyebrow raised… “Oh, you meant actual food?” You nod your head.

“As long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll need anything else.” He cheesily says. “Yeah, sure, that’s not what your body will be saying.” You retaliate as you jump off the counter, cringing when you hear your butt peel off the corner from your juices.

Mingi laughs, grabs some paper towels to clean that. When he’s done, he washes his hands and proceeds to help you cook so you two can build the stamina to christen the rest of your home together. Well, christen is not the right word… more like fuck like rabbits until the morning light returns.

~~~~~

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[taetaespeaches]

“I’m sure you were great, Peaches.”

taehyung x reader (oc) genre: fluff beta reader(s): @stayjimin​ word count: 2.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s a moment from early on in Tae and Peaches’ friendship. There are small signs of deeper feelings but they are both too naive to realize what those feelings are. Peaches is shy, Tae is adorable, and oh yeah, this is where he starts calling her Peaches. I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading :))

The knock on your apartment door may as well have been completely voided as the damn thing was pushed open before the thump even sounded. Your best friend stepped inside with a loud groan, throwing his bag to the floor carelessly.

“I hate when practice runs late,” he complained, his gaze finding you, sitting on the couch, your laptop positioned on your lap as you stared at him.

“You know, one of these days your sudden entrances are going to give me a heart attack,” you told him as you moved the laptop to the coffee table. The man responded with a guilty grin as he approached the sofa.

“Have you picked out a movie?” He asked, you throwing your head back dramatically.

“Tae, I’m so indecisive, you know this about me,” you complained. “Can’t you pick it?” The man sighed dramatically, looking to the ceiling in exaggerated thought.

“Some day you’re going to have to make some decisions for yourself,” he teased, you rolling your eyes as you waved him off.

“Not today,” you replied sassily, crossing your arms over your chest. Taehung met your attitude with an adorable boxy smile, you returning the expression with a grin of your own. “You can sit down,” you told him, eyeing the way he leaned up against your couch.

Looking at you bashfully, you cocked your head back at him. “I didn’t have a chance to shower after practice,” he mumbled shyly, you nearly cooing at how cute he was.

“Do you smell?” You sat up on your knees, leaning toward him, Taehyung giggling boyishly as he set his palms on your shoulders, shoving you away. Falling back against the couch cushions, you laughed loudly as Taehyung playfully called you a weirdo. “You can shower here if you want,” you suddenly told him, his eyes widening in what appeared to be surprise.

“Is that ok?” He asked timidly, the man’s demeanor taking you by surprise as he was typically so confident and exuberant and, well, hyper. He was always so youthful, kind of like a young boy within a grown body.

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” you told him, standing up to point down the hallway to your bathroom. “There’s clean towels and washrags in the little plastic drawers next to the sink, and I can get you a change of clothes to wear. Sweats and a t-shirt ok? Want a hoodie?” You asked him, the man smiling at you fondly as you looked to meet his gaze. “What?” You suddenly became shy under his stare, Taehyung shaking his head.

“Yeah, that’s ok,” he said simply. “I’ll wear whatever you give me.”

“Ok,” you giggled bashfully. “You can use any of the products in the shower.”

“Thank you,” he nodded, “I’ll be quick.” Stepping away from you slowly as he started down the hallway.

“No, take your time, you’re fine,” you assured him as he made his way to the bathroom. “Hey Tae,” you called out, the man whipping around to look at you, wide eyed and innocent. “You only stink a little bit.”

“Oh shut up,” he laughed, his low chuckle ringing through the apartment making you smile and giggle in response.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked around at your own photos on your apartment walls, as though you weren’t sure how to conduct yourself with the knowledge that your best friend was currently stripping down just a few feet away. You waited until you heard the shower curtain open and the water turn on before stepping to your bedroom to find some clothes for him to wear.

Sitting on your knees in front of the bottom dresser drawer, you dug around for a pair of sweats that would be baggy enough for his comfort, though your attention was pulled from the task at hand when the sound of Taehyung’s muffled singing rang out down the hallway. Smiling to yourself, you halted your actions to listen to him for a moment.

The song was Girls Generation’s ‘Gee’ which was typical but still funny even after your few months of close friendship with the guy. Shaking your head at his antics, you grabbed a pair of sweats and stood. As you left the bedroom, you found yourself humming along to his singing as you approached the bathroom.

Knocking on the door a couple times, you called out, “Tae, can I come in? I have your clothes.”

“Yeah!” he yelled out enthusiastically, sounding as though his head was submerged under the water. Giggling, you opened the door slowly, careful to not catch him in an indecent position.

Stepping inside the bathroom, Taehyung poked his head out from behind the shower curtain almost immediately, you snorting at his quick action. Water dripped from his drenched locks as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“What does this mean?” He asked, pushing his arm out from behind a curtain, a bottle of body wash in his hand. “Pretty as a peach,” he read the label.

Eyeing the bottle, and then his wet face, water falling from his hair to the bathroom mat in front of the tub, you hummed with a shrug. “I don’t know, I guess peaches are pretty?” He looked at you with the same confusion as you tried to come up with a suitable answer. “I think, like, peaches are soft and sweet, right? So, pretty in that way. I think it’s just a cute way to call something pretty and soft and sweet.”

“Hmm,” he nodded as if he understood suddenly. “So like you.”

“I don’t think so,” you whispered under your breath though a chuckle as you became bashful under his innocent stare. He threw compliments at you in the most pure, nonchalant ways that would have your head, and heart, reeling. “I’ll leave your clothes here,” you sat them on the edge of the sink and patted them, the clothes more squished into a pile than folded.

“Thank you,” he smiled happily just before ducking his head back inside the curtain as you smiled, heading back toward the doorway.

“Hey, Tae,” you called out to him, the man sticking his face out of the shower once more, you already wearing a smirk when he met your eyes. “Hurry up in here,” you teased, holding back a laugh at how Tae’s jaw dropped open. “More cleaning, less singing.”

“But you said take my ti-” he began to defend himself as you cackled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind you.

“You’re mean, you know that?” He yelled at you through an obvious smile and chuckle as you laughed down the hallway, heading to the kitchen to gather some snacks.

Taehyung entered your life suddenly as a goofy overgrown kid, friendly and kind. Complimenting you since day one, he had done nothing over the past several months but lift you up, while entertaining you constantly as he did so. The day you met him, the day you missed your bus and spilled coffee all over your shoes, he had done most of the talking. He bought you a drink, using the little money he had as a member of a group that was just barely debuting, and he sat in that cafe with you for over an hour, just chatting away about everything from how hard dancing was to the movies he had been watching recently.

“Have you seen Moonrise Kingdom yet?” He asked through his eye smile, the boxy grin reaching every feature on his face.

“No, not yet,” you had responded, taking a sip of your new iced coffee. “Is it good?”

“Oh, it’s amazing!” He told you enthusiastically. “You’ll have to come over to the dorm and watch it,” he said simply, no hidden agenda behind the words. You felt safe. The man, as pretty and charming as he was, just desired a friendship with you.

And you found yourself gladly accepting that friendship into your life, soon letting it become the most valuable relationship you’d ever had.

Over the course of the few months of knowing Taehyung, movie nights and cafe hangouts became a regular thing for you both- when he had time, that is. And though he had been in your life for less than a year, it was hard to picture a future without Taehyung in it. You knew if life caused you both to drift apart, as people often did, you would be ok. But you also knew your world just simply would be a lot less bright and a lot less interesting without him.

Removing the bag of popcorn from the microwave that you had placed in there a few minutes earlier, you shook it just as the sound of the bathroom door opening resonated down the hallway. Tearing the bag open and pouring it into a bowl, you grabbed a piece just as Tae rounded the corner into the kitchen.

Throwing the piece at him, you giggled at the man’s flinch, his eyes wide in shock, the expression only furthering your laughter. His mouth opened into a wide smile as a deep chuckle left his throat just before gesturing at you to throw another piece.

Grabbing a piece of popcorn, you lined up your shot with your best friend’s open mouth, giggling as you tossed it, the man jumping to the side to catch it. Simultaneously, you both threw your arms up in victory, Taehyung cheering as he bounded toward you, reaching for another piece of the snack and popping it into his mouth, shooting you a big close-mouthed grin.

Eyeing up his frame, you couldn’t help the smile that curved on your lips at the sight of him in your old volleyball t-shirt with your high school’s name and mascot printed on the front of it. Taehyung caught you staring at his chest, his hand coming up to run over the lettering and the image of a volleyball passing over a net.

“I didn’t know you played volleyball,” he commented, the words coming out as a question as he seeked further information. Your gaze meeting his own, you admired the way his wet fringe hung over his eyeline slightly.  

“Oh yeah,” you smiled shyly. “I was a setter. I was actually somewhat decent.”

“I’m sure you were great, Peaches,” he complimented easily, tacking on the new pet name as if it was nothing.

“Peaches?” You questioned, your heart skipping a beat before racing, playing catch up.

“Yeah,” he grinned, quite pleased with his newfound term of endearment. “It’s fitting.”

“Is it?” You smiled, shy but intrigued.

“I told you, you’re soft and sweet,” he shrugged, “and pretty,” he smirked. “As a peach.”

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled, brushing off the way the compliment made you feel, your stomach fluttering as your heart danced inside your chest.

Smiling proudly, he placed another piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Did you pick a movie?” Sighing dramatically, you threw your head back in feigned frustration, Taehyung laughing at your acting. His hands moved to his head, shaking out the wet strands, his eyes widening as he leaned toward you. “Hey, smell my hair,” he told you, you pulling your eyebrows together in question. “It smells like yours.”

Holding back a fond smile, you inched forward, pressing your nose to the side of his head to smell the shampoo that stained the tendrils in a sweet vanilla scent.

“Ooh, I must smell good,” you grinned, the man nodding happily.

“I’ve always loved the smell of your shampoo,” he commented innocently, though the words made your heart swell. Because he knew the scent of your hair.

The scene felt weirdly intimate, in a way it never had before between you both. The man was standing in your kitchen, adorned in your high school t-shirt, his hair drenched in the fragrance of your own shampoo, munching on popcorn as he threw compliments at you left and right, leaving you shy and giddy, though you’d never let him know that.

Ever since Taehyung came into your life, he fit right into it, as if there was a place for him just waiting for his arrival. But this moment felt different, and you couldn’t place just why. As your heart pounded inside your chest, watching as Taehyung grabbed the bowl of popcorn off the counter before retrieving two drinks out of your fridge, then making his way across the apartment to the couch as if he owned the place, you just knew he was meant to be there with you. And you hoped he’d stay for life.

“Tae, let’s watch ‘Moonrise Kingdom’ again,” you called out to him, making your way toward him.

Turning around to look at you as you approached him, he wore a bright smile as he nodded happily. “Look at you making decisions!” Laughing at his comment, you rolled your eyes. “I knew you could do it, Peaches.”

“Oh, shut up.” Peaches. You liked it. You really, really liked it.

[alyss01]

Studying for finals headcanons:

Corpse x GN!reader, Sykkuno x GN!reader, Toast x GN!reader

Word count: 1.5K

Requested: no

Synopsis: How Toast, Sykkuno and Corpse would be with a S/O studying for finals. Headcannons and fluff.

Warnings: none

A/n: Do I have more than enough requests? Yup! Should I probably work on those? Most likely. Basically wrote this during / after the most intense two to three weeks of studying I’ve experienced in at least a year. I needed some comfort so i provided myself with it, hope it can do the same for others even though most people have most likely already finished all their exams, tests, finals and all that already. Enjoy! (This was also mostly written at like 2AM the day of my last final, but it is proofread)

Masterlist

Corpse:

Let's be honest, he would have no idea what exactly it is you're studying

He knows some basics that are common sense and bits and pieces that he's collected while you were rambling about the topics to him

Generally though, he has no clue what's going on and certainly will not be able to help you do the actual studying

However if it helps for you to explain the topics to him instead of reading the books for a hundred times with seemingly no pay off, he'll gladly listen

Allows you to rant of about the intricate details as he fakes an understanding and nods his head along

Don't get him wrong, he loves to hear you talk and is genuinely interested in what you're saying, but you might as well be speaking a different language cause he cannot understand a singular word that passes your lips

If you're a night owl, that's great! He'll love to bring you midnight study snacks and bring a glass of water every so often

He definitely stays up with you and likes to just hang around the room where you study in the background and vibe to some music

Every so often he will walk up to you for head pats

The screen in front of you shone brightly, lighting up the room. The only thing telling you the time and date was your laptop. With the curtains permanently shut and having lost any sense of time you did possess over the past days, you wouldn't have a single clue how much time had passed otherwise.

Music comes through your headphones in attempt to keep you focussed on the matter at hand, a word document that is much longer than you would've liked containing all the summaries you had made over the past days.

The music however also deafened you from the sound of the door opening and closing, as Corpse stepped into your room with a white plastic bag containing some snacks and a cup of your favorite drink in his other hand.

As he set the objects on the desk beside you, you realized he had come in and pulled one side of your headset off your ear.

Corpse's arms wrap around you from behind, his chin resting on your head as you nuzzle yourself closer in his embrace. His eyes lazily trail over the text on the screen for a moment before they narrow and turn away.

Tilting your head back, you look at him from underneath, chuckling as you catch his confused look at the screen.

"when did you have this exam again?" The question escapes his lips almost with a hint of pity within.

Sykkuno:

Honestly I think it really depends on what you're studying if he will understand it or not

No matter what it is however, he is proud

When he has a chance in any conversation he'll casually bring you up and proudly explain what kind of complicated things you have been studying and how smart you are

He is so encouraging, no matter if he quite understand what it is you study or not

He probably would leave you interrupted while studying, but if you come out of your room to seek his attention out first he'll be so happy

If something bothers you or frustrates you about the material he's waiting with open arms to take your mind off it

If you're studying for long times he'll come to crave some affection so he'll either be glued to your side when you do finish or he will come and seek you out first

Will provide you with snacks, your favorite food, smoothies, coffee, tea, whatever you prefer while studying, he'll get it for you

Will want to spent time together once the stressful period is over, catching up to affection he may have missed during it

I think he'd definitely keep quite a careful watch over you in terms of rest

He will drag you off to bed at 2AM if you're still studying demanding you get some proper rest

"you know staying up this late is bad for your health, right?" The worry was evident in his voice as he leant against your desk as he stood beside you. His back was turned to the furniture and his eyes were glued to your tired face.

"it'll be worth it once summer vacation hits." You shoot Sykkuno a tired smile, making him turn his head to where your mug dutifully stood, as it had been for the past three days, half filled with your favorite study drink which had turned room temperature by now.

He raised his eyebrow in question, watching as you turn back to the screen that lights up your face with white light, the page's reflection in your eyes, "rest is important if you want to do well on the exam."

"so is knowledge and caffeine," though your words may be harsh, the tone with which they leave your lips easily tell him it was a joke, "besides, I'll just need to finish this last part."

His hand finds your hair, and you lean into his warm touch as you shut your eyes for a moment, taking in the moment. A small smile formed on his lips at the sight, his fingers threading through your hair.

"promise this is the last part?" He speaks up as you open your eyes once more, looking up at him as you give him a small smile.

The bags under your eyes paired with the exhausted look on your face had noy been as clear in the past days as they were currently. He admired you for your willpower to study these amounts, but you worried him sometimes with your behavior.

Your voice pulled him back to the small smile that played on your lips, "I promise."

Toast:

He's knowledgeable, not on all topics and subjects, but he's definitely knowledgeable

Start ranting to him about topics and he'll genuinely become interested and follow along, asking some questions here and there

If you ever need to write some sort of paper or essay, he'll gladly read it over for you for any mistakes or things to change

He won't admit it, but if you start explaining some of the things you're studying to him, he'll love it

Especially if it's something you're passionate about, he'd love to watch you explain stuff to him

The way your eyes shimmer, and how excited you look to talk to him about it all, he loves it

Forehead kisses while studying and will order food for you and bring drinks

Probably won't hang around too much in the room you're studying in to give you privacy and peace, but will come in and ruffle your hair before placing his lips on your head momentarily and wish you luck when he passes your door

In these moments often likes to sneak a peek at your papers or computer screen, just to see a glimpse of the topic you're working on

He doesn't mind if you stay up longer than him to study but will definitely drag you to bed for rest when he's decided you didn't give yourself enough rest

"I'm ordering take out, what do you want for dinner?" Toast is quick to poke his head around the corner of your door, phone in hand as he walks in and leans against the doorframe.

Pulling your headset off, you rotate your chair to the side, facing him as you question where he is planning to order.

He walks over to your desk to hand you his phone so you can scroll through the online menu, his hand quick to brush your hair back. Instead of pulling his hand away, he lets it stay in your hair, brushing through it a few times with his fingers.

While you were invested with the online menu, his eyes scan the screen, where you were working on the introduction to a paper.

He recognized the material, the day before you had trailed off on a small explanation that ended up much longer than intended when he asked what you were currently working on.

When you finish looking through the menu and having filled in your order, you catch his gaze glued to your screen.

Before he leaves your room he gives you some slight advice, offering to replace some words with others before wishing you good luck and leaving your room for the time being. At least until the food arrives.

[jobean12-blog]

No Fear!

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 902

Summary: You and Bucky finally sit down to watch one of the Ju-on movies thanks so Sam’s consistent pestering. No one is scared though. 

Author’s Note: This is for the @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love in Bloom Challenge and day 6: Snapdragon. There are no actual snapdragons in here but the meaning of them- deception is at play. Hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

Warnings: lots of fun fluff, teasing, flirting, a scary movie, the blue Henley, fun banter, implied sexy times :) 

“Do you want anything else other than the popcorn Buck?”

He’s seated on the couch, messing with the large blanket and trying to get comfortable.

“Nah, we’ve got drinks so we should be good. Thanks baby doll.”

You take the large bowl and walk over, setting it down before plopping yourself next to him. He sits back and drapes the blanket over your shoulders, lifting his arm and pulling you into his side.

“Ready?” he asks, eyeing you playfully.

“Yes. I think. I mean no. Definitely not but you’re here so I’ll be ok.”

He laughs and squeezes you tighter to him. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll keep you safe. Nothing scares me!”

You lay your head on his chest and rest your hand over his stomach, gripping the soft material of his Henley. He starts the movie and you tense immediately.

“Are you sure you wanna watch baby girl? We can always watching something less scary!” He lifts your chin and looks down into your eyes, small crinkles forming around his when he sees your wide-eyed stare.

“No. No. I can do this! I haven’t seen a single one of these Ju-on movies and Sam won’t give it up until I do!” You pat his stomach and settle back down.

Every time a tense moment arises or the music changes you grip his Henley tighter and burrow deeper into him. He keeps you close, his fingers threading through your hair and ghosting over your arm.

Half-way through you’ve noticed his movements have stilled and you start to think he has fallen asleep. You shift so you can look at him. He’s chewing on his bottom lip and his eyes are wide while his metal hand clutches the blanket.

“OMG! You’re scared! You can’t be scared!!!” you screech, taking the blanket and hiding under it.

He doesn’t answer right away and instead throws it over himself too and meets you under the makeshift fort.

“I am not! I just know something awful is about to happen so I’m tense. There’s a difference baby doll,” he says defensively.

“Then what are you doing under here? Huh?” you admonish.

“Checking on you of course! I’m fine! You’re the one who hid under here first!”

You scrunch up your nose. “I’m gonna stay in here. But I need more water. Or maybe wine. I think wine. Can you get me some wine please?”

Bucky doesn’t move. He swallows hard and inches closer.

“I don’t wanna miss any more of the movie,” he whispers.

“But Buck, you’re hiding under here and missing it now,” you counter, raising a suspicious brow.

With a huff he throws the cover off and pauses the movie, stomping toward the kitchen. The lights are all off and the apartment is eerily quiet. He grabs a glass and searches for the wine.

“What was that Buck?” you whisper, peeking out from under the blanket and over the couch.

“What was what?” he asks, whirling around.

“I heard something weird!” you whine. “There it is again!”

Bucky sets down the glass and looks around, gulping but trying to appear relaxed.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. You know these buildings are old. It’s probably just the heat coming on,” he assures you.

The noise happens again, louder this time and Bucky abandons the wine and dashes toward the couch. He hops over the back in one quick leap and lands next to you, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over you both.

“I forgot your wine,” he says.

“I don’t care about the wine right now,” you start. “I’m worried that whatever is about to get us is going to succeed because you’re SCARED!!! I thought you said nothing scares you!”

He squares his shoulders and grabs your hands. “Nothing does! I’m just playing along.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re full of shit but fine. Then let’s keep watching.”

“Fine. Let’s,” he challenges.  

Neither of you move out from under the blanket and Bucky slowly starts to smirk.

“Actually, I have a much better idea,” he says quietly.

His hands dance over your legs and he pulls you under him, pinning you to the couch with his body.

“What if that thing tries to get us? You’ll be so distracted that you won’t be able to save me!” you argue, tracing his jaw.

“You’re right. We better just finish it. Sam will never let us live it down.” He abruptly sits up and drops the blanket to grab the remote.

You lunge forward and wrap your fingers around his wrist to stop him. You flash him a coy smile.

“You know what? I like your idea WAY BETTER,” you tell him before crawling into his lap.

He smiles in victory and buries his face in your neck, his warm lips trailing over your skin. Just as he’s about to lift the shirt over your head you stop him and pin him with a glare.

“But, before we continue you have to admit you were scared.” You hold his stare and wiggle in his lap, grinning when his jaw clenches.

“My clothes stay on unless you say it,” you taunt as you brush your chest to his.

He growls and grips your hips tighter.

“Fine! I was a little freaked out before.”

You start to laugh but he covers your lips with his finger and continues, “but I’m not anymore so now it’s time to get naked.”

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Empress of the Heart (Pt. 1)

Requested By Anon: "Reader is an actress, and she meets Jennie at an event. They have a one night stand afterward, and months later they meet again." (It was a long request so I had to sum it up lol)

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Actress!Reader

Word Count: ~ 9,351 😳 (Both parts combined)

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut / Suggestive Themes, Angst, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hello again! Guys, I'm actually really proud of this one. It gets better as it goes on. I hope you enjoy it (you'd better, because I stayed up until 8am writing again 🥴😂). I had to split this story into two parts to appease the Tumblr overlords, just so we’re clear.

♡ Happy reading ♡

Part 2

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"Who's that?" Rosé asks, leaning in closer to the maknae as she points to a slightly recognizable face in the crowd. 

"I dunno," Lisa shrugs, throwing a thumb over her shoulder, "ask Jisoo." The Australian does as she says, padding over to seek out an answer from their unnie. 

"Y/N L/N, I believe. Her company is supposed to make a big announcement later." Jisoo informs, adding a nod to the end of her statement for certainty. Jennie stands beside them all, taking in the crowd of staff and business people hailing from all of the most powerful entertainment companies in Korea. The big dogs have all gathered here tonight to drop some major announcements for their upcoming projects and set up arrangements for future endeavors. 

"What do you think it'll be?" Jennie asks, eyes still trained on you as you converse with a famous actress. Her breath catches in her throat when you throw your head back, eyes filling with tears of laughter at something the high class woman said. You're absolutely stunning. 

"It could be anything, honestly. Her company's full of talent in every category." 

"Yeah, their newest girl group broke a record for Youtube streams in the first hour after release. Still didn't beat ours, though," Lisa adds with a smug look, holding her head a little higher. She's only playing, of course -- she's one of the most humble people Jennie knows. 

"She's really pretty," Jennie breathes out, speaking the words that have been rolling around in her mind since she laid eyes on you. The other girls adamantly agree, nodding their heads with purpose. 

"Do you wanna go talk to her? YG would probably like that; maybe we can let Jisoo do a little schmoozing." Rosé smirks, playfully nudging the unnie. Jisoo rolls her eyes with an amused scoff, quickly swatting the blonde's hand away. 

"I don't know, she seems pretty busy." Her words are unsure, weary -- her normal confidence is wavering a bit, now replaced with some type of nervousness that she can't quite explain. This isn't like her; why is she so anxious?

"Come on, it'll be fun." Lisa decides for them, leading the way with Jennie's hand clutched in her own; the brunette would surely slip away otherwise. 

They approach you from an angle, caught right in your blind spot as you continue your small talk with a new business exec. The man sees the girls behind you, waiting for their turn, and after a few more moments he leaves you with an office number to reach him by.

"Good evening… Y/N, right?" Jisoo leads politely, smiling as you turn to face them. You look even more dazzling up close, and Jennie's posture stiffens. She's definitely seen you somewhere before.

"That's me," you say sweetly, greeting all of them and committing their names to memory. 

"Jennie," she introduces, stretching a hand out to you. Your eyes flutter down to it before you grasp it within your own, the simple action appearing unbelievably cute to her.

"How're you doing tonight? I hear you've got some big news for us." Lisa wiggles her eyebrows, voice bouncy with anticipation.

You giggle, and Jennie thinks it may just be the sweetest thing she's ever heard. "It's a little hectic, if I'm honest, but I'm enjoying myself. What about you guys? And you'll just have to wait and see what we have in store for you." You end the sentence with a wink that just happened to be directed at Jennie, despite Lisa being the one to ask the question. She tries to fight the blush that soon rises to her cheeks. 

"We're doing well, I'd say. It's actually kind of nice to get out of the dorm and meet some new people." Rosé says almost wistfully, her eyes sending a fleeting glance around the room at her statement. 

"I know how that can feel. When I was first starting out I didn't get many opportunities for roles. But then I met my manager at the café I picked up a second job at, and the rest is history." You smile softly at the memory, recalling the events of that fateful day. You can't imagine where you'd be right now if things had played out differently. 

"You're an actress?" Jisoo asks, sounding like she just put two-and-two together. You nod at her, noticing the way that Jennie looks at you in deep thought. You can practically see the wheels turning. 

"So that's where I recognize you from. You guest starred in that JTBC miniseries earlier this year, didn't you?" 

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner." You smile, bowing your head in praise. It warms your heart to see her face light up, knowing that she finally felt that rush of putting her finger on the elusive thoughts in her head. Pulling knowledge you previously believed forgotten from the foggy depths of your brain is a rewarding experience in itself, and you're pleased that she remembered you. 

"I'm glad I made an impression during my short time on screen," you quirk, leaning in closer to her. 

"With skills like yours? You're unmatched, Y/N." She flirts, finally finding her bearings again. Her confidence is returning now, slowly but surely, and she pats herself on the back for not hiding behind her hands when you send her a tempting smile. 

"Ah, you're too kind--" you begin, only to be cut off by a tap on your shoulder. It's one of your co-stars.

"Good evening, ladies," he bows, "I'm sorry to break this up, but Y/N is needed by management." 

Your shoulders sag at this, his words sinking in. You'd much rather spend the night tucked away with the girls, getting to know them better -- especially Jennie, who makes your heart speed up anytime she looks at you. 

"I hate to go," they nod in agreement, sad to have to part ways. They really enjoyed speaking with you, and they'd be lying if they said they wanted to stop anytime soon. 

"But maybe I'll catch you later?" The question sounds hopeful, albeit a bit unsure as you scrunch your face up. They affirm that they'd "like that very much," and your shoulders relax a bit. Maybe there's still some hope for you all. 

◇◇◇◇◇  2 Hours Later  ◇◇◇◇◇

"Exactly! She shouldn't have forgiven him after that," you rant to Jisoo, talking about some characters from your favorite kdrama. 

"Babo, I tell you." She says dramatically, rolling her eyes. The action garners a chuckle from you, and Jennie finds herself smiling as she follows along with the conversation. She must've made her staring too obvious, because a minute later your eyes meet hers from across the table. She blinks, surprise etched gracefully into her features, and she clears her throat. Both of you have been stealing glances at one another all night, and things have only ramped up since you snuck away from management to see them again. You assured them you wouldn't get in trouble, but that was honestly the last thing on your mind. 

From her seat across from you, Jennie can see the curve of your body, your silhouette highlighted by the lights that shine on the wall behind you. They're dimmed somewhat to give a comfortable, soft glow to the room, and they contrast with the perfect curve of your face. She lets her eyes trail lower, admiring the expanse of your chest and how your fingers rest against the table, mindlessly playing with the expensive tablecloth. 

What you do next makes her choke on the water she had so bravely dared to take a drink of. 

You lean forward slightly, just enough for her to see your cleavage, while still appearing inconspicuous and innocent. The smirk you try to suppress tells her you know exactly what you're doing, and her cheeks grow hot. 

"Excuse me," she mutters to the table, quickly standing and all but running outside for some fresh air. She wants -- needs -- to put some distance between the two of you if she plans to have any self control. 

Cool air immediately greets her as she steps outside, hearing the sleek automatic door slide shut behind her. She can breathe now, and begin to soothe her racing mind. Despite only knowing you for the better part of 4 hours, she's already attracted to you. Way more than she cares to admit, as she presses her thighs together to put out the fire you started within her. 

No more than 5 minutes later, the doors slide open once more. 

"Everything alright?" You ask, tone dripping with amusement as you take in her flustered state. It's obvious that she's okay, just simply turned on. 

"Never better," she mumbles, glancing up at you with a lopsided smile. 

"You know, you ran out pretty fast back there. You sure know how to worry a girl." You fake a pout at her. 

"Oh, you don't say?" She plays along, approaching you with what few shreds of confidence she has left. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, whispering into it, "Well, I'm all good." 

"Wanna see for yourself?" She continues, drawing back slightly to take your hands within her own and wrap them around her waist. She smiles as they roam over her body, making sure to be thorough as you "check her out." 

She groans when your hand grazes over a sweet spot on her thigh, causing you to pause and tut at her, "Tsk tsk, Jennie. It looks like I'll have to inspect this a little further." She gulps at your words, mind clouded once again by filthy thoughts of you. 

"Let's get out of here," she suggests, taking your hand to lead you away. You chuckle at her eagerness, only capable of nodding as she basically drags you to her car. 

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Despite feeling like two horny teenagers, you and Jennie actually opted to slow things down and get to know each other more. She's one of the most interesting people you've ever met, and you could listen to her talk for hours on end. The feeling is beyond mutual, and she doesn't mind that she has to wait a little longer to have you. The promise of what the night will hold for the two of you thrills her, and the anticipation only heightens her feelings.

Takeout containers lay abandoned in her car, long forgotten about as you sit next to each other on the hood. The chilly surface of the windshield presses against your back, making you all the more thankful for having had the foresight to wear a coat tonight. You make a mental note to thank your stylist for the suggestion. 

Stars are beginning to twinkle in the distance, slowly coming out of their peaceful slumber to greet the evening sky. They bring to mind all the nights you spent in your backyard as a child, laid out on a warm blanket as you gazed up into space. Back when only trivial issues existed in your world, leaving you with an unscarred heart and unadulterated outlook on life. Those times were simple, only complicated by whatever drama was going on at school or what new person your friends liked. Back then you had no idea of what the future held for you -- what you'd end up doing with your life. If you had a chance to talk to your younger self, you'd tell her to enjoy those days as much as possible; to not take them for granted for even a second. 

Everyday you're reminded that fame is truly a blessing and a curse -- you miss the days that you could roam the streets freely with whomever you wanted to, not having to worry about paparazzi or the media, but you're thankful for where you are now. You get to do what you love, everyday, and make money from it -- it's what everyone wishes for in life; and although you've worked your ass off to get here, you owe a lot of credit to the fans. 

"It's so beautiful up here," Jennie says, voice stuck between a whisper and sigh as she lays her head on your shoulder. 

"You see that building over there, with the orange lights and trees around it?" You ask, pointing in the direction of the building. Her eyes follow the invisible path your finger makes, and she spots it, nodding for you to continue. 

"My mom used to work there; it's a daycare. I always loved helping out. The kids were so adorable." A bittersweet smile plays on your lips as you look down at your lap, clearly reminiscing. Jennie notices, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as she says, "I bet you miss it." 

"I do," you sigh, clenching your jaw briefly, "those were the days. Seoul's home, but sometimes it feels so distant."

"I know how that feels." You don't miss the way her eyes cast down, a hint of sadness behind them, her fingers toying with yours on her thigh. Life in the spotlight isn't all it's cracked up to be, and neither of you are strangers to that all too familiar pang of longing. 

"I'm happy to be here with you tonight, though," you try to turn the conversation cheery again, and Jennie's thankful for that. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time." 

Your plan works, and soon she's pepping up. "Me neither. Being with you feels...different. In a good way." Your smile widens exponentially when she adds, "A very good way." 

"Don't get too cheesy on me, now," you roll your eyes teasingly, wrapping both of your arms around her and pulling her flush up against your body. She lays her head on your chest, reveling in the scent of your perfume and the warmth radiating from you. Her hand comes to rest against your ribs, lightly rubbing patterns against them as the two of you continue star gazing. She can feel your heartbeat pick up when she slides her hand downwards, playing with the hem of your shirt innocently. 

Does she have any idea what she's doing to you?

Yes, yes she does. After all, your body is basically selling you out at this point. 

"Y/N?" 

"Mmm?" You hum, eyes closed and head leaned back against the windshield. Her skin is soft against yours, and your shared warmth has put you at ease.

"Do you wanna go somewhere? I really don't want the night to be over yet." Your heart flutters at her words; the fact that a woman such as Jennie is so reluctant to leave you is baffling in itself. 

"I'd love that, Jennie. What did you have in mind?" 

For a moment, Jennie's mind takes it there. She allows herself to imagine what it would be like to feel your skin against hers, connection unrestricted by clothing; how your kisses would feel against her lips, her body; what beautiful sounds you would make as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge. She can't deny how attracted she is to you, nor does she want to; but she also doesn't want to ruin the innocent moments you're sharing. She doesn't want to taint them with the lustful ideas that flood her mind anytime you give her that look, or caress her thigh absentmindedly. 

"How does the park sound?" 

"With you? There's nowhere I'd rather be." 

Despite her efforts, Jennie blushes at your statement, feeling that embarrassing warmth creep up the back of her neck. You've made her blush more in the span of one night than she previously had in her entire life, and that boosts your confidence tenfold.

"Who's being cheesy now, huh?" She asks, pinching your side playfully as she sits up. Her legs swing around until she's fully facing you, sitting criss-cross as the two of you smile at one another. 

Neither of you move for a while, both content with just admiring each other's beauty. Her fingers lace with yours, and after a moment she brings your hand up to her lips to lay a kiss to it. The action -- more so, how soft her lips are against your skin -- catches you off guard, and your breathing hitches. All at once, you're acutely aware of how badly you want to kiss her. 

As if things couldn't get anymore tempting, her tongue darts out of her mouth to soothe her lips, making them glisten in the dying light of the evening. 

She sees your eyes dart down to them, and her body leans closer to you ever so slightly, seemingly having a mind of its own. You meet her gaze again, silently asking for permission as you glance back down at her lips. She responds by giving one single nod before leaning in close enough that your noses almost brush against each other. 

"You're stunning." The compliment sounds breathy as it slips out of your mouth, but you're beyond caring at this point. Your pride was thrown out the window the second Jennie showed interest in you. 

"Don't look at me like that," she says, gently biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from closing the distance. She wants you to be the one to do it.

"Like what?" 

"Like you're undressing me with your eyes." Her gaze casts down to your lips again, seemingly glued there as she watches them move when you speak your reply.

"You act like you weren't doing the same thing at the event." Her confidence falters momentarily, but she fights to hold her ground. "My colleagues even noticed it, babe -- you've gotta get better at hiding your attraction." You say with a chuckle, watching as Jennie's eyes grow wider. Had she really made it so obvious?

"We wouldn't be here right now if I was good at hiding it, so I think you owe me one." 

"Touché," you say, quirking an eyebrow in thought. She's right, as usual. "How can I ever make it up to you?" Your voice wiggles dramatically, face contorting in a mock apology. 

"I know a way," she says lowly, smiling as your hand finds its way to her knee a moment later. You hook your fingers in the crook of it, drawing a surprised gasp from her as she falls forward and into your arms. 

Here goes nothing. 

You raise your left hand to her cheek, brushing the back of your fingers against it gently as you build up the nerve to kiss her. Your other arm is wrapped securely around her waist in order to hold her steady above you. 

Her palms are pressed to the glass behind you, and her hair falls gracefully around you, creating a little curtain to shield you from the outside world. Finally gaining enough courage, you press your lips to hers in a soft kiss. It's slow and mild as you set a sensual rhythm, growing accustomed to the taste of each other. She sighs into your mouth as you reposition her so that she's straddling your lap. 

"Y/N, we're never gonna make it to the park if you keep kissing me like that." She warns, though her words hold no real threat at all. She wants this just as much as you do. 

You lay a trail of light kisses up her neck, all of them far too gentle for her liking right now. "Is this better, your highness?" You ask smugly, smiling against her throat as a frustrated sigh leaves her lips.

She places a hand on your chest to push you up against the glass, letting her fingers skim over your collarbone. Just as she's about to pounce, the sound of your phone ringing interrupts the moment. It vibrates in your pocket, right between Jennie's thighs, and you stifle a giggle at the reaction it would've drawn from her had you not quickly retrieved it. 

"Hello?" You ask, realizing you hadn't even bothered to check the caller ID. Jennie sits back on your legs, allowing her hands to rest on your hips and draw soothing circles.

"Y/N, I hate to tell you this on such short notice, but you have a new interview scheduled for tomorrow morning at 10AM. I'll send you all the details later." 

You sigh at your manager's words, running a hand over your face to relax yourself. The announcement party was supposed to signal the end of your busy week, but of course life just couldn't work in your favor for once. Now you'd be stuck in some random line of questioning, unable to give them any real answers for the sake of keeping spoilers from getting out. You can think of about a million things you'd rather be doing tomorrow morning, and one of them is sitting on your lap right now. 

"Yeah, okay. I'll talk to you later." You wait for him to say his goodbye before ending the call and turning back to Jennie with an apologetic look. 

"Sorry for ruining the moment." 

"You didn't ruin anything. But luckily for you…" she leans forward again, pressing a kiss to your lips that makes your heart stop for a second, "I can be very merciful." You nearly melt at her words, paired with how she whispers them in your ear. Her warm breath fans over your neck, rendering you speechless as you pull her back to your lips. 

This kiss is different -- full of passion and desire as you grow more used to each other. She raises up on her knees, towering over you as she stares down at you. You look so beautiful right now, your eyes appearing big as you look up into hers, waiting for her next move. She runs her hands through your hair before settling them on your cheeks, cupping the smooth skin and rubbing the pad of her thumb across it. You drag your nails up and down her exposed thighs, and you pat yourself on the back when you notice the trail of goosebumps they leave behind. 

"I actually do wanna go to the park with you, if that's alright. There's something I want to show you. I definitely want to continue this later, though." You say.

She nods at that, a smile making its way to her face that can't possibly be wiped away. As much as she wants to have you writhing underneath her, screaming her name, she can wait. She's content with making as many memories as possible with you tonight, and she's intrigued by the surprise you're hinting at.

A few gentle kisses later, you slide off the hood and help her down before going to open her car door for her. 

"Such a gentlewoman," she praises, pursing her lips at you. 

"Only for you," you wink, making her giggle. 

You quickly make your way to the driver's seat, set on getting to the park ASAP in order to spend as much time as you can with Jennie. After all, you can only stay up so late tonight if you want to be functioning for that interview tomorrow… and let's just say that you plan on being busy later. 

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"Voila!" You declare, motioning to some playground equipment in the kid's section of the sizable park. Of all the things she was guessing at, Jennie did not see this coming. 

"What, you came to show me monkey bars, Y/N? I've seen plenty of them--" She asks incredulously, looking around the area filled with miniature tables and chairs to go along with the equipment. 

"What? No, no. I used to play here when I was growing up, and my friend's and I had a secret hiding spot. We always stashed our favorite little knick knacks in it, and we promised we'd only show it to people we deemed worthy."

Jennie watches as your eyes light up at the recounting of such a dear memory, and she grins widely. You truly are a five year old at heart. 

"This is the first time I've been back here, since…" you trail off, realizing just how many years it's been. Being at such a different point in your life while standing in a place you frequented as a child is a weird juxtaposition that you weren't prepared for, but you push it from your mind.

"Anyway, I think you're pretty worthy." You joke, sizing her up. She laughs at that, and you revel in the pleasant sound. You know you probably won't see her again after tonight, so you're determined to ingrain the little things -- like her smile, her laugh -- into your brain. 

"Now, let's see… where did Ashley put it?" You whisper to yourself, scanning the length of the playground. Your eyes travel across the slides, over the swings, and around the monkey bars before you spot that little dip in the siding that you'd recognize anywhere. Jennie soon finds her hand slipping into yours as you lead her over to it, a childlike sense of giddiness on your face. She likes seeing you like this. 

"I hope it's still here," you say to no one, bending down to press your fingers against the old wood. It's far more worn down now, and you're worried that someone has already come by and cleaned out the hiding spot. Putting your doubts aside, you continue. 

"Okay, so don't laugh, but there's a special way you have to open it. Ashley showed it to me one day and it's the only way we could get it to budge after that."

She smiles her gummy smile at you, and you can't help but return the gesture and even steal a quick kiss. She's a bit taken aback when you ball your hand up, using the side of it to deliver a couple blows to the wood in two different spots. Next, you stand and line up your foot, remember exactly how your friend taught you, before executing a calculated kick to the other side. 

At first, Jennie wants to laugh at you; but upon closer inspection, she sees that in fact, a small opening is visible in the wood now. You smirk cockily, knowing full well that she hadn't expected that to work. 

"Told you so," you tease, now bending down again to work the panel free. You wiggle it back and forth repeatedly, being careful not to go too quickly and damage anything else, and eventually it pops out. She watches as you reach in and pull out a mini jewelry box -- the kind that can fit in your hand, mainly meant for rings or other small items. 

"We stole the box from our other friend, Janelle. Had to pay her our allowances for 2 months afterward. Can you believe that?" You ask, shaking your head with another smirk on your lips. Jennie laughs at you in full, loving how carefree you are right now. In a way, she's happy that your manager called earlier; otherwise the two of you most surely would be locked away in your bedroom right now. This experience is definitely one she'll cherish. 

"Unbelievable," she sighs, shaking her head and going along with it. 

You click the latch on the small box, it's material now weathered and rusty as it creaks when you open it. Jennie steps closer to you to examine its contents, and you fight to contain how hard your heart starts beating at the feeling of her hand on your lower back. 

"No way…" you utter, voice full of disbelief as your eyes land on one of your most prized possessions from childhood. 

"What?" Jennie asks, genuinely on the edge of her metaphorical seat. 

"This butterfly hair clip," you inform, slipping the small contraption between your fingers as you hold it up for her to see, "I won it at a fair with my mom and I always wondered where it went…" 

"It's beautiful, Y/N," she says, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the details etched into it. For something so small and seemingly unassuming, it's actually very unique. 

"I want you to have it." You say, taking a step away so you can look at her. She instantly goes to refuse, saying, "I can't! You just found it after all this time--"

"And I went all that time without it. If you take it, I'll know it's safe with you. And you can use it to remember me by." You say, your gaze softening as you watch her debate with herself. 

"Okay. But if you ever want it back, call me." 

"Roger that." You say dorkily, earning yourself a roll of those dark eyes you find yourself getting lost in. 

"And for the record, Y/N, I could never forget you. Pretty hair clip or not." Her confession makes you feel happy on a whole new level; knowing that you've left an impact on her is truly a wonderful thing. 

"So, what now?" She asks, breaking the happy lull your conversation found itself in. 

"We can walk around the park for a little while, or…" you start, waiting for Jennie to prod you further. Both of you know exactly what game you're playing, but it's still fun nonetheless. 

"Or?" She inquires, stepping closer as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. She nonchalantly gives you a once over, knowing what power her darkening gaze holds over you. 

"We can go back to my place. Maybe play a little footsie, who knows?" You say, shrugging your shoulders with a stupid grin. Even while seducing someone, you can't resist being a geek. 

"Footsie?" Jennie gasps, raising her eyebrows, "What kind of girl do you take me for? That only happens after at least 2 dates in." 

"Such a prude, Ms. Kim. How can I change your mind?" 

She presses a finger to her cheek, pretending to think, before getting an idea. Her lips flirt with the shell of your ear as she whispers obscenities into it, turning you to mush with every new scenario she puts in your head. 

You stiffen as she kisses your jaw, the action catching you off guard as you continue reeling from her words. 

"I can do that, I think," you cough out, stumbling over the words a little bit. She laughs at the effect she has on you; seeing your confidence waver is a nice role reversal, and it's something she could definitely get used to. 

"Let's go." She commands, now taking your hand to pull you after her, just like you had done before.

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It's painful, how hard Jennie has to restrain herself from touching you as you fumble with your keys. She told herself she'd keep her hands to herself until you got inside, just in case any stray paparazzi managed to catch you two together. The last thing either of you need is some new scandal, especially with your careers in a vulnerable spot as they're really beginning to take off.

"If you don't get that door open within the next 10 seconds, then I'll just take you out here in the hallway." 

You audibly gulp at the image she just conjured up in your mind, and you speed up your movements. The prompting worked, evidently, because soon she's practically shoving you through the doorway.

"Finally," she breathes against your lips, pressing you up against the door once you've locked it back. 

"I've been waiting to do this since we met earlier." She indulges you in that little secret, smiling at the way you whimper when she pulls your leg up to wrap around her hips. 

"I'm all yours," you say, making Jennie's heart flutter at the sentiment. For the night, you're hers and she's yours. "...now kiss me," you command, growing more impatient with each feather-light kiss she presses to your jaw. 

"So bossy," she toys, making you roll your eyes. 

"You have no idea, babe." 

She bites her lip as your husky voice makes its way to her ears, thick with the desire she's been steadily building within you all night. You tug her forward, your fingers bunching up the material of her shirt with little care as her lips meet yours. 

Her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, asking for a permission that you granted the second she touched you. You pull her chin down slightly, allowing the kiss to deepen as you tangle your other hand in her hair. 

After an especially bruising bite to her lip -- one that thrills her to her core -- she pulls away, breathlessly asking, "How're you so good at this?" 

You cackle against her, taken aback by how genuine the question sounded. "Practice for the kdramas, of course." 

"I haven't had to do this," you slide a hand between your bodies, smirking at the gasp that sounds off deep in her throat as you make contact with her, "yet though. That might be a little extreme for the screen." 

"You think?" She scoffs softly, bringing her hands up to gather your hair to one side. She presses gentle kisses to your neck, prepping the surface for the dark marks she'll most certainly be leaving there later. 

"Ready?" You ask, making sure she wants to go through with this.

"You have no idea, babe." She copies your statement from earlier, garnering another smile from you. She swears she can never get enough of that sweet look on your face.

"Follow me," you say, giving her another peck to last until you reach the bedroom.

◇◇◇◇◇  The Morning After ◇◇◇◇◇

Warm, glittering rays of sunlight sneak past the curtains of your apartment window, shining gently through the light material. A dream-like haze befalls the room, serving as a wonderful greeting once you peek your eyes open. The only thing capable of rivaling such a wonderful sight is the woman beside you, her soft breaths keeping your shoulder warm. 

As you turn your head to look at her, careful not to wake her, your heart flips. Having her here next to you is the only reason you even believe last night happened; it was magical -- the stuff of fantasy. The two of you did everything: acted on every desire, every impulse -- you truly made the most of the night, determined to make it unforgettable. 

A few blissful minutes later, she stirs beside you. "Good morning, Y/N." Her eyes remain closed, still safe from the bright light of the morning as she smirks at the memories replaying in her mind. 

You lay a small kiss to her lips, simply missing how they feel against your own. "Morning, beautiful." 

A content sigh slips past her lips as she presses them against your neck, cuddling further into you. "Last night was fun." 

You decide to tease her. "Eh, I've had better." 

If there's one thing that Jennie knows, it's that she's good in bed -- great, even -- and you definitely seemed to be enjoying yourself last night, just as much as she was. Still though, a bit of insecurity runs through her as she raises up on her elbow to look at you through her lashes. 

"Really?" She stills her fingers on your arm, stopping them from continuing the trail that they had been blazing just seconds ago. Her eyebrows furrow subtly, the action almost unnoticed by you. 

Deciding the joke isn't worth it, you cup her cheek and raise her head so she can meet your eyes. 

"No, I'm kidding. Last night was… something else." You chuckle, smiling as your eyes move around the room in an attempt to find the right word for it. When none come to mind -- no words capable of conveying how great it was -- you look back to her.

She has a knowing grin on her face, "I couldn't agree more." 

Sneaking a glance at the clock propped up on your bedside table, you get an idea. "You know, Jennie…" you start, purring her name out as you had last night, garnering that achingly familiar groan from her, "...we still have a few hours before either of our schedules start." Your suggestion hangs in the air as you roll her over onto her back, hovering over her and brushing your noses together. 

"Hmm, you don't say? Well you're in luck; I still have some things I wanna try out." She plays back, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of your lips as her hands wander over your body.

Your eyes widen in shock, "What the hell could you POSSIBLY be thinking of?? We tried just about everything." She laughs at your reaction and pulls you down closer to her body to whisper in your ear. Jennie can feel you tremble with every new image she puts in your head, just like she had in the park, her lips dragging you further under as she sneaks little kisses to your skin here and there. 

"Let me get this gay straight: you want me to do that on the balcony? What if my neighbors see?" 

"They won't, we're on one of the top floors. And even if they do… would that really be so bad?" She lets the question hang in the air; she'd be lying if she said the idea of getting caught doesn't thrill her. Thinking of your lips on her neck as she rocks against you, pinned to the railing while out in the open for the world to see, sends a rush of warmth through her. 

"I wish you weren't so good at convincing me to do things. You're dangerous, Jennie Kim." You warn, pointing a disapproving finger at her. Your eyes nearly pop out when she kisses it, taking the digit in between her lips while looking up at you innocently. This woman will be the death of you. 

◇◇ Back At The Blackpink Dorm ◇◇

"Yah, I know! The new update looks so weird--" 

"There she is," Lisa says, motioning to the doorway, interrupting Jisoo and Rosé’s conversation about whatever new video game the unnie had downloaded.

Jennie leans on the heavy door as she locks it behind her, lazily spinning around on her heel with her lips drawn back in a huge gummy smile. 

"Somebody's happy…" Jisoo teases, shooting her a smirk. She's still riding the high you put her on, and it's no wonder her members are noticing. It's not like she's exactly trying to hide it, either. 

"How was your night? Have fun with Y/N?" The maknae wiggles her eyebrows while propping herself up on her elbows to see Jennie's reaction.

"LISA! She wasn't supposed to know!" Rosé shouts, letting out a disappointed huff. The younger girl only shrugs, a stupid smirk on her lips. Some people just wanna watch the world burn. 

The brunette's daze is momentarily broken at this, and she asks what they're talking about. 

Jisoo lets out a hesitant breath before explaining, "We saw you two leave together, but we agreed to not bring it up until you did." She shoots some daggers at Lisa before continuing, "Somebody can't seem to keep her mouth shut, though." 

Jennie only chuckles now, not really caring if they knew or not. Her night was too wonderful to keep to herself; she would've ended up telling them anyway. 

"Gather round, girls; I'll fill you in." 

◇◇◇◇◇ Months Later  ◇◇◇◇◇

"Why exactly do we have to go to this premiere again?" Jennie grumbles, looking out the window of their limousine. She'd much rather be back at the dorm, snuggled into her cozy heap of pillows and blankets with Netflix playing on her tv. 

"Some of our colleagues are starring as background characters, so YG wants us to attend and show our support." Jisoo informs, always seeming to have more knowledge than all of the other girls combined. Jennie nods; the reasoning is sound, but she'd still prefer to be home. Mingling with business people for god knows how long doesn't seem all that enticing to her. 

"What's the movie?" Lisa asks, throwing the question behind her to the other girls as she searches the cubby for some complimentary snacks. 

"Empress of the Heart," Rosé answers, finally knowing something that Jisoo doesn't. 

"Let's watch the trailer for it. If we have to sit through it then we might as well see what we're getting ourselves into." Lisa suggests, her fingers busy opening the bag of chips she chose from the assortment. 

"Yeah, okay." Jennie says, her statement followed by words of agreement from the other girls. Rosé takes her phone out to search the title, pepping up when she spots it. She whispers something to Jisoo and Lisa, Jennie paying no mind as she watches the buildings pass by. Her favorite thing to fidget with is secure in her grip, occupying her mind. It's familiar design feels good in her hands -- like it's right where it belongs. (Yes, this is what you think it is).

The other girls put their acting skills to use as they hit play, keeping straight faces when your voice comes through the phone speakers. Jennie's head snaps over to them, recognizing the sound in an instant. "Y-Y/N's starring in it?" She asks, voice coming out as a stutter. The thought of seeing you again thrills her, but she doesn't know if she can do that without falling even deeper. Your night together left her with lasting feelings, none of which she was prepared for in the slightest, and she knows they'll be reignited the moment she lays eyes on you. 

"Mhm." They nod sympathetically, all knowing how much she's thought about you the last few months. 

Their driver knocks on the partition, requesting to open it. They give him the all clear, and soon he's rolling it down to inform them, "We're here, ladies." 

"I'll be okay," Jennie tells them, attempting to stop their worries from growing anymore than they already have. She plays the statement back in her head, whispering it to herself as she exits the limo; tonight could only go one of two ways, and it depends entirely on you.

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