#it's very relaxing until you look at the picture in the middle

[sugurizz]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬 ✧ Feat. JJK MEN

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ── Jjk Men in their -real- Daddy era. (Am I secretly having a baby fever LMAOO)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ── fluffy stuff, pure wholesomeness and affectionate dads.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

It's safe to say that sometimes you're raising two babies - only one of them is a big buff pouty one.

Daddy Toji sneaks to the kitchen in the middle of the night, leaving you both sleeping in your shared bedroom and then slowly closes the door. He promised himself he'd only take one *unnoticeable* spoon of your newborn's baby formula but ends up stuffing his face with the forbidden powder in the heat of the moment. He tries his best to hide his tracks by shoving the tin somewhere far in the cupboard.

He *oddly* always makes sure to be the one preparing his baby's bottle the next day - 'Oh darling, don'tcha move a muscle...I'll be right back with our baby's breakfast!'

You smile and raise a brow, already suspecting something. Daddy Toji is not much of a morning person. much less when it comes to baby chores...

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Gojo is always there whenever you change your baby's diaper. He keeps laughing and giggling like a 6 year old, curiously learning from his baby momma how to take care of his little child. His sky blue eyes are staring at your skilled hands, handling your precious little one with infinte care. He keeps smiling in awe, chuckling every time your baby farts and making the funniest faces just to make them giggle.

He takes a million pictures of his baby every day; we're talking his whole camera roll is just his baby's face, cutesy hands, tiny feet, smiling, eating, sleeping on daddy's chest, drooling on his shoulder...the list never ends.

His baby looks so smol when he holds it in his huge hands. He has to bend all the way down just so he could pick them up cause obviously my dude is the tallest man ever.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

He'd take full care of your newborn just to see you rest and relax. He told you to teach him everything he needs to know so that he'd be perfectly fit for his new -and best ever- occupation; your baby father. He's got however only one pet peeve; getting his little one to burp after feeding them.

The reason? He was doing it once, holding the baby while gently patting its back...until he suddenly felt a warm liquid slithering down his shirt - the expensive one you dearly gifted him on your wedding anniversary- and to his surprise it was none other than his little one's vomit dripping down his shoulder...

Now he makes sure you hold a napkin behind him whenever he does it.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

He's by far the chillest Daddy EVER. Carries his little one whenever he goes. Gets super jealous when your baby starts calling for you, or wants you to hold them instead of him. He's determined to make them say 'daddy' first, but deep down knows it'd melt his heart when he sees the little version of him utter mommy's name for the first time.

Staying awake at night putting his baby to sleep just so you can get your full nightly rest is something he'd never miss out on. He hates seeing you tired or sleepy and puts both of your needs before anything else.

Daddy Geto is always calm and smiley, no matter how much mess his baby makes or how long it'd take for him to clean it up - sometimes makes you seriously wonder how he manages to be so damn chill all the time.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

For a husband twice your size with four arms and eyes he sure should take most care of your little offspring - He does tbf - His baby is always laying somewhere on his body or at least near him; sleeping against his chest, nibbling on his thumb, drooling on the side of his shoulder or sitting on his huge lap.

He's got a 6th sense whenever it comes to his baby being hungry, thirsty, sleepy or needing anything at all. Instantly knows the reason why his little one is crying and most of the time is very quick to make them happy again.

Absolutely hates poopie smell and calls them a brat whenever he senses their diaper getting heavier. 'Aggh you little runt!' You can't help laughing at him getting overwhelmed with such a tiny thing and start teasing him over it.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚

There's nothing that Yuuta loves more than children. He has always wanted to have kids and couldn't wait to create his very first and own one with you. He's in LOVE with seeing you taking care of them; almost admiring every move and every word you say. He smiles like an idiot whenever he sees you holding your baby, breastfeeding them, playing with them or even laying next to them.

His favorite game is to hide somewhere in the house and let his little one look for him. He does it so suddenly and quickly, leaving them puzzled with big round eyes - comes out of his hideaway when they start sobbing and laughs at their little red nose and pouty cheeks.

'Aww why is my little cupcake cryiiing?...Daddy's right here!'

[theonlyonesora]

My Eyes on You

Synopsis. What happens when someone has their eye on your man?

Pairings. (SEPARATE) Oscar Piastri x Reader, Lewis Hamilton x Reader, Lando Norris x Reader, Charles Leclerc x Reader

Oscar Piastri

During a McLaren gala event, all in black and orange, in a fancy ballroom in Monaco.

You looked gorgeous in that tight black dress, with a dark lipstick that Oscar had said “could cause accidents.”

Everything was going well until an influencer—the one who smiles too much and wears dresses with low backs—approaches him. She touches his arm. Oh, his arm.

“You’re even more beautiful in person,” she says, her eyes hungry.

Oscar smiles politely, and you down the champagne in one gulp.

He immediately notices your expression. He walks over to you, leans in, and whispers, “I like it when you get jealous… but you don’t have to, love.”

And when he puts his arm around your waist, pulls you close, and kisses your temple right there, in front of the influencer, you smile. Maybe a little too victoriously.

Lewis Hamilton

A relaxed afternoon in the paddock, you were sitting next to Lewis, listening to him tell a hilarious story about a dog that invaded the pit lane years ago.

And then she laughs. That new journalist. Beautiful, confident, and sitting a little too close.

“You’re so funny, Lewis,” she says, touching his shoulder.

You slowly cross your legs and look at Lewis. He, of course, notices.

Without hesitation, he intertwines his fingers in your silence and, in the middle of a conversation with a reporter, says: “She always laughs at my jokes — even the bad ones.”

You smiled, satisfied, knowing that even if the whole world smiled at him… it was you he always came back to.

Lando Norris

It’s a sunny day at the Silverstone circuit, surrounded by fans and the smell of gasoline in the air.

You’re wearing one of Lando’s caps—the white one with blue details that he never lends out.

And then a fan approaches with a sweet smile. She asks for a picture, and he, of course, is kind. Very kind. Too much so.

“Can you put your arm around her?” the photographer asks.

Lando hesitates. He looks at you. You have one eyebrow.

He smiles, takes the cap off your head and puts it on his. “I’d rather she knows I’m taken,” he says, looking at a fan with a kind smile.

Later, he returns the cap, kisses your cheek and says, “You look beautiful when you’re jealous, you know that?”

Charles Leclerc

An elegant after-party in Milan following a fashion show.

Charles is stunning. His tie askew, his hair blown out by the wind, and that Monegasque charm that leaves you breathless.

And he does, because a model approaches, introduces himself… and completely ignores your existence.

"You're Charles, right? I can't believe I'm meeting you!"

You clear your throat. Nothing.

Charles blinks slowly, then smiles. "Oui. And this is my girlfriend," he says, placing his hand firmly on your waist.

A model who forces a smile. You smile back — a little sweetly, a little victoriously.

"You don't know me, but I know him very well," you say, before walking out with him by the hand.

He pulls you into a quiet kiss in the middle of the street, his low laugh vibrating in his chest. "You're fire."

"And you're mine. Only mine."

[cherry-coffees]

Again & Again

academic rival!Caitlyn x reader

cw: 2.4K words | college AU, academic rivals, arguing with some fluff, they hate each other, but they also love each other, free them from this rivalry

Part 2 | Part 3

Caitlyn Kiramman would fit your type perfectly…if she didn’t absolutely infuriate you.

Very tall, dark hair, icy eyes that look like they could kill, a body that does kill: she would have been your ultimate fantasy. That is, in an alternate universe in which she isn’t your mortal enemy academic rival. 

Caitlyn always thinks that she’s the smartest in the room, focused on one-upping everyone else and unable to stand when someone outscores her in absolutely anything. Her pride is even higher than her perfect scores. And, for these reasons, you can’t stand her.

You know that Caitlyn, in turn, hates you just as much. Glares at you when you enter a classroom, seethes in anger when she catches sight of your own perfect scores — especially on the occasions when they top her own. 

It’s another day of sitting next to Caitlyn in your history lecture, as you both take the best seats: the two middle of the front row. Helps you pay more attention to the lecture, or whatever. Admittedly, seeing her furiously scribble down notes with a blue-ink pen just fuels your motivation to take even better notes than she does — if just to see her fume in resentment. 

“Alright,” the professor calls, a stack of papers in his hands. “I’ve finished grading your most recent essays. I’ll distribute them now, but don’t leave. I’m assigning another project before class is over.”

The announcement causes collective groans to rise out of your classmates from behind you, but you’re quiet, focused on the paper the professor places upside-down on your desk. You quickly flip it over, eyes flying to the top-right corner where a proud 96 resides. Your muscles relax in relief, and you lean back in your chair with a faint smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

Caitlyn also seems relaxed as she flips her own paper over to see a 92. That is, until she glances over at your score. Her eyes darken, jaw clenching into a scowl. You always seem to outdo her in essays; it’s just not fair. 

“What’s wrong, Caitlyn?” Your voice is sweet as you furrow your eyebrows, a picture of false innocence. 

“Oh, fuck you,” Caitlyn grits her teeth, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. You have to bite back a laugh. She really has no filter today.

“Alright,” the professor draws everyone’s attention as he returns to the front of the lecture hall. “I'm assigning a partner project due next Friday. You'll be doing a research project contrasting any aspect of Piltover's government or foreign relations between two time periods. Five pages minimum. Come to my office hours if you need any help."

With that, the professor waves his hands as if to motion that class is over. Murmurs rise throughout the hall as classmates check their partners online, trying to decide on a topic. Though, you're sure you don't even need to check. You're more than certain that you're paired with Caitlyn, and you have to physically restrain yourself from huffing out a frustrated sigh when you open your laptop and confirm your suspicions. Your professor seems to find some kind of sick pleasure in watching the two of you compete.

"So," Caitlyn interrupts your thoughts, standing from her desk and grabbing her bag, icy eyes seeming to pierce through your soul. "We're partners. Let's get this done and over with."

"Okay," you mirror her actions, grabbing your bag and running a hand through your hair. "When are you free to meet?"

"Can you start today at one?" Caitlyn's all formalities in that posh accent of hers, but her expressions reflect a hint of her previous scowl. 

"Fine. Library?"

"Second floor." Caitlyn basically tosses the words over her shoulder, already on her way to the door. You just roll your eyes at her retreating form. This is going to suck.

|------» ~~~ «------|

You plop down in the seat beside Caitlyn: second floor of the library at 1:00, as promised. Sliding out your laptop from your backpack, you cast a glance at the girl beside you. "So, any bright ideas?"

"Of course," Caitlyn scoffs with a roll of her eyes. As if you're the problem here. "But I'm not doing all the work here. You actually have to help, you know."

"I always help," you stare at her in disbelief at her passive-aggressive accusation. "Can't trust you with my grades, anyways."

"Please, my grades are perfect."

"What'd you get on our last essay, again?" your eyes narrow at her, challenging. 

Caitlyn opens her mouth to make a retort, then snaps her jaw shut when she realizes she has no excuse as to why you outscored her. "Do you have any ideas for the project?"

Avoiding the topic. Of course. But the less time you spend on this project with Caitlyn, the better, so you open up your notebook. "Yeah, actually. I was thinking we could do history of Piltover and Noxus' relationship. Like, contrasting when we used to be at peace versus now when we aren't."

Caitlyn blinks slowly, her expression neutral, unreadable. "That's...not bad, actually."

You strongly dislike the very tiny, hidden part of you that's pleased with her agreement. With Caitlyn, an agreement is basically high praise. "Yeah, trading relationships, influence, spread of culture, views on the other," you tick off possible elements of the topic on your fingers. "The usual stuff."

"Okay," Caitlyn agrees, looking through her own notebook, and again you have to squash down your surprised relief. "I'll take the current state of enemies, you can take the past state of peace."

"Fine with me," you raise your eyebrows at her, doubtful. "Just don't make it all about the Enforcers, yeah?"

"Wha-?" Caitlyn splutters, eyes widening in shock. "Why would I do that?"

"It's not really a secret that you love them," you continue sorting through your notes, too unbothered to even look up. 

"Love them? I want to be one," Caitlyn glowers, hands clenching into fists on top of the table. "It's not my fault you have such low aspirations!"

"How would you know anything about my aspirations?" Your tone holds no hint of care and Caitlyn loathes it. She hates that you can get to her so easily and she can't get you worked up in return.

"You're infuriating," she snaps, shutting her laptop with a bit more force than necessary. "Just- just research your part, yeah?"

You're already standing up to leave. "You too. No praising Piltover's war tactics for no reason."

"I would not-!"

"Bye," you call over your shoulder, your voice almost singsong. Oh, how you love getting the last word. More so, it does a number on Caitlyn's pride, and that's what you really love.

|------» ~~~ «------|

You find yourself in the library again a few days later, making your way through the tables of students studying with their friends. It's always crowded in the afternoon, but it's the only time that worked today for both you and Caitlyn to go over your research and plan the next steps for your paper.

You find her at the same table as you did a few days ago: second floor, near the stairs, against the wall. "You did your research, I trust?" Caitlyn's voice is more of a question as you set your bag down beside hers.

"More thoroughly than you, I bet," you sigh, sliding into your seat. 

"Impossible," Caitlyn scoffs, though she doesn't waste time as she pulls open a document on her laptop, tilting the screen so you can see. "This is what I got. Look over mine quickly and I'll look over yours?"

"Yeah, whatever," you push your own laptop towards her and pull hers towards you. 

Caitlyn just rolls her eyes at your dismissive response, a habit she's picked up around you. Before she can check your notes, her gaze flicks to your laptop case. Cute, she can't help but think as she absentmindedly traces a finger over a sticker of a cute drawing of a cat. Catching herself after a few moments, she shakes her head as if to clear her own mind, bringing her focus back to your research. 

It's quiet for a few minutes: both of you scanning over the other's notes. After scrolling to the bottom of yours, Caitlyn clears her throat. "It looks okay," she comments, all formalities. Actually, it's great: your work is always on point. She just can't bring herself to compliment your skills when she's constantly competing with them.

"Yours too," you tap your fingernails on the table, equally as reluctant to give your acknowledgement. "So, how do we want to split up the rest?"

"We can just write out what we researched," Caitlyn suggests. "Then meet for a final time to put it all together for the paper."

"Okay," you agree, closing your laptop. "Are we done here then?"

Caitlyn nods, flicking her hair back over her shoulder. Though, her eyes linger on you as you put your laptop back in your bag. "Actually, uh, could I ask a favor?"

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes darting up to meet hers. Caitlyn Kiramman is asking you for a favor? "What is it?"

"Could I possibly send you my writing to look over when I'm done with it?" 

There's a moment's silence before you blink.  Because there's no way– "Are you asking for my help?"

"I suppose," a pink hue coats Caitlyn's cheeks. Her gaze drops to the ground and she crosses her arms stubbornly, as if she hates her own admission. "You're just good at writing, and I want a good grade." 

"That's, um-" your own surprise makes you hesitate, still sitting in the chair beside her. "That's the first nice thing you've said to me."

It is. It's the first and only compliment that Caitlyn has ever given you. Yet, as you stand to leave, her gaze comes back up to follow you. It may be the first nice thing she's said, but it most certainly isn't the first nice thing she's thought. 

|------» ~~~ «------|

You see Caitlyn again the night before the project is due, meeting at your usual spot in the library. The idea that you have a usual spot with Caitlyn now weirds you out if you think about it too much, so you just push away the thought and remind yourself of the assignment. That's why you're here, after all. It's late, and there's barely anyone else in here, so you should be able to focus. 

Caitlyn's already there, to no one's surprise, and she looks up from where she has her writing open on her laptop. "Hey-" she starts, but the words die in her throat, her jaw going slack.

"Hey," you're oblivious to her stumble, dropping into the chair beside her once again. "Can we make this quick? I have to be somewhere in half an hour."

"Yeah-" Caitlyn exhales. "Is that why you're, um, dressed up?"

Oh.

You had almost forgotten about your outfit. You're dressed in a short, black dress that just ends just above your mid-thighs, complete with hair and light makeup to match. The straps are thin, almost flimsy, and the thought briefly flashes through Caitlyn's mind of her fingers brushing them off your shoulders and-

"Yeah, sorry to look so formal," you dismiss it with a wave of your hand. 

"Where are you going?" Caitlyn can't help the question that slips out. She wasn't really intending to voice it, but oh well.

"Oh," you tilt your head, almost surprised that she's asking. "I'm just going to my friend's house. She's having a girls’ night with a few other people because this semester has been so long, and honestly we all kind of need a break and-" you cut yourself off, realizing that you're talking about your plans for tonight with your rival. Your cheeks can't help tinge pink at the realization. "Uh, sorry, I'll shut up now."

But Caitlyn just shakes her head. "No, no," her blue eyes flicker between your own eyes and your dress. "It's okay."

A quiet moment passes.

"Right," you clear your throat, attempting to steer this conversation back on track. "Anyways, let's put this paper together before I'm late."

"Right, yeah," Caitlyn murmurs, suddenly having a very hard time tearing her eyes from your thighs to focus on your assignment.

Putting the paper together is somewhat easy after doing all the writing, and by the time twenty minutes have passed, you're jumping up from your chair to dash off to your friend's place. "Okay cool, it's submitted, but I gotta go, so-"

You're almost at the library staircase when Caitlyn finds her voice. "Wait," she calls out before she even fully knows what she's doing. Whoops.

You turn, somewhat confused, to see her standing and her eyes locked on you. You don't respond, waiting for her to speak. Why is she still talking to you? Your assignment's done, so you and Caitlyn can go right back to hating each other. 

"Ah-" Caitlyn pauses, her voice faltering. It never falters: she always chooses her words carefully with that poised accent of hers that makes everything sound so put-together. "Uh, your dress was just caught in the back," she says lamely, her excuse falling flat. 

You don't seem to notice it. "Oh, shit," your eyebrows furrow, as you move to smooth out the short skirt of your dress. "Better?" you ask, turning side to side to give her a full view.

"Yeah," Caitlyn breathes, and her tone is achingly soft. Have you ever heard Caitlyn speak softly to you? "You– you look really pretty."

Your breath catches at this, though you aren’t quite sure why. This is just your rival, after all. But your cheeks can't help but flush further, your body betraying your mind. You just stare at her, and gods you have to look so dumb standing there with your evident blush and lack of response. 

"I'll see you in class tomorrow," Caitlyn aids, and you're silently thankful she's ending this conversation so you can rush off to your friend's house. You sure don't know how to end it. 

"Yeah, I'll see you." This time, your words are softer than intended. You flash her a tentative smile before you're almost bolting down the stairs and out of the library at lightning speed, heading in the direction of your friend's apartment.

If you're five minutes late, it's no one's business to ask why.

And if you and Caitlyn smile at each other a little too long when you get your paper back with the highest score in the class, that's also no one's business.

Hi lovelies! I've been super MIA because midterms are killing me :( so I might be weirdly on and off this week buttt I do have lots more writing planned! So please be patient with me as I fight for my life in uni. Sadly I do not have an academic rival like Cait to motivate me <3

~Cherry 🍒

[aesthetixhoe]

warnings: none! ill make more with nsfw things later !

CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT my chuckle sandwich head cannons

ted:

loves being called teddy and theo but no one else calls him it :(

loves when you steal his clothes and pretends to not know where they went

forehead kisser

olive theory (or pickles, tomatoes, onion, whatever you like and he pretends not to do you can have extra)

“sweetheart”

“honey”

hugs from behind with head kisses

where he towers over you

the party was…fine. following the streamy awards, the venue being filled with content creators… which you were not. ted went to go get drinks, leaving you alone. a fish out of water. after some time standing alone awkwardly, you pull your phone out briefly to check the time and your notifications. as you’re clearing them you feel two arms come around your middle.

you momentarily flinch, caught off guard, but as soon as you feel a kiss pressed to the top of your head you relax. you turn, looking up and finding ted, craning your neck to meet his eyes.

“scare ya, hon?” he chuckles, feeling you turn around in his arms.

“just a little.” you giggle, taking the glass from his hand. “was fine when you kissed me though…” you smile slyly up at him.

“oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow, following along with your train of thought. “how ‘bout i give you another hmm?” you beam up at him, nodding. he leans down empty hand pulling you closer by your waist, pressing his lips to yours. you smile against his mouth,exhaling softly through your nose. when you pull back and meet his eyes they’re practically shining down at you with adoration. “love showing you off, sweetheart.”

love language is touch

also words of affirmation

he says “i love you” probably 3 times an hour

loves date nights

takes candid pictures of you often (how can he not, you’re so pretty)

charlie:

when cuddling he holds your stomach so he can feel when you laugh

loves cooking for you

he often wakes up before you so he’ll make breakfast for you to wake up to

loves teaching you how to play dnd (or a different game if you already know dnd)

rock gifter

so many inside jokes

“babe”

kiss monster

“c’mere.” he says as soon as you walk into the living room with your dinner.

“char, i need to eat…” you say, sitting down beside him on the couch.

“just a second, promise.” he smiles over at you. you give him a quick peck on the lips. bad choice. he smiles evilly before you get pushed back in the couch, charlie on top of you stopping you from getting out of his grasp. he has your hands above your head, his lips kissing you wherever he can reach. your neck, your chest, he moves up to your face attacking you with his quick kisses.

you can’t conceal the giggles falling out of your mouth with his cuteness aggression. “char!” you laugh out, but to no avail. he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. he finally pulls back after covering every inch of you with his kisses. “you’re relentless!” you sigh out, getting your hands back and wrapping your arms around his neck. you pull him down to touch your lips to his, a slow, gentle kiss this time. you feel each other smiling against each others mouths.

“i have to reheat my food now!” you groan out, a soft laugh following.

will burry his head in your neck

love language is physically touch or acts of service

schlatt:

loves when you wear his clothes

quickest way to his heart is his cats

isn’t big on pda

but he will have a hand on your back guiding or holds pinkies with you to not lose you

he actually does use toots

but he also uses angel

puts his hands on your waist when standing behind you. which he often does

very introverted and doesn’t go out much

love language is quality time

every other one he brushes off by saying “it’s not big deal” or “it’s nothin’ special”

“oh hey, i got you somethin’. i left in on the counter for ya.” he says simply, walking into the living room. you get up, confused. no anniversary, no birthday… did he get you food?

you get to the counter and sitting in the middle is a long rectangular box. you furrow your brows and open it, revealing a tiffany & co necklace you saw online and really wanted. it just wasn’t in your budget for this month.

“jay… no way you bought this for me.” you half scoff in disbelief walking back into the living room.

“eh, it was nothin’. i saw you eyeing’ it on your phone couple of weeks ago. figured why not?” he says looking up at you, a slight smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. you jump into his lap, tackling him in a hug.

lowkey a sugar daddy…

sings softly around the house and gets flustered when you hear

drive by ruffles your hair

is actually a big cuddler. loves having his head laid on some part of you

[authorhjk1]

dont you think Haewon deserves to get absolutely destroyed in her childhood room while her parents are downstairs

Marking

(Oh Haewon X Male Reader)

"I don't really get, why you had to come too. It's not like you're my boyfriend."

"I'm not. Lucky me."

You feel Haewon's elbow in your ribs.

"Hey, I'm driving!"

"So what?"

You send her an angry glare, before looking back ahead, focusing on the traffic.

The two of you are on your way to Haewon's parents. They are celebrating their anniversary today. A special one. 25 years. And the both of you are invited. Haewon for obvious reasons and you because you know her father. You only found out after your shenanigans at her place after your breakup. You saw a picture of him on her fridge while you left. And it turns out, he is your boss.

Well, not exactly. He is the head of the marketing team at the company you're working at. You are in a different department. He still has the higher position though. The two of you had to work together occasionally and, despite the age difference, you got along very well. That was, until you started to fuck his daughter's brains out every chance you got.

"We are here."

The two of you get out of the car. While Haewon walks towards the door, you get her stuff and trail after her. She didn't have time to change into her dress yet.

"Mom, dad!"

Haewon greets them and you shake the pair's hands afterwards. Luckily, her father knows that your ex girlfriend Sullyoon is his daughter's best friend. So it's not that weird that the two of you know each other. But it might have been a little suspicious for the two of you to arrive in the same car.

"Please come in. We have prepared lunch already."

"Thank you."

You smile at them, but you can't help but feel guilty. You doubt that they know what you have been doing to their beloved daughter every single day for the past couple of weeks.

"Haewon, go upstairs and get changed. After we are finished eating, we are driving to the party."

"Please, Mr. Oh. Let me drive. The two of you should just relax today."

"Thank you so much, dear."

Haewon's mom accepts your offer with a big smile.

"Too bad that Sullyoon found you, before our daughter did."

"Mom!"

Haewon's cheeks turn red in embarrassment as her mom teases her.

"She is coming too today, why is she not here?"

You glance at Haewon upon hearing her dad's question. Seems like she hasn't told them yet. Maybe to have an excuse for the two of you to keeps seeing each other.

"Well, she... She is very busy with work these days. She told me to pick Haewon up and drive her here. She will catch up with us at the party."

Not your finest moment, but you don't want to call Haewon a liar in front of her parents.

Come upstairs

You stare at the message on your phone. What the hell, Haewon? You know what she wants from you. But this is her parents house. Her father is sitting two meters away from you. How could you...

If you come upstairs now, I'll admit it.

You scoff in disbelief. This has been going on for weeks and now, Haewon wants to admit that she is a whore? A little late in your opinion. But then again, hearing it from her own mouth, while she cums on your cock...

The picture in your head makes you get off the couch.

"Haewon texted me. She needs help with her dress."

You explain yourself without even thinking about your words. It's surprising to see how fast your blood can rush from your brain to your cock, just by thinking of Haewon's desperate moans and whines.

"Sure. Go ahead"

You're glad her father doesn't seem to catch on as you climb the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

You barge into Haewon's childhood room. She stands in the middle. Naked.

"Took you longer than I expected."

You slowly tear your eyes off her naked frame and scan the room. A bed, a desk, a wardrobe. Nothing special. Her walls are decorated with her paintings though. She was definitely not very old, when she made them. They look like ones from six year olds. But still not bad. Your eyes land on the wax crayons, which are lined up by color, lying on her desk. But the nude woman in front of you quickly brings back your attention on her.

Haewon steps forward, her arms wrapping around your neck.

"Fuck me and I confess."

You roll your eyes.

"I'm not falling for that again."

"It's not a joke this time."

Haewon gives you grin.

"Admit it first. Then I fuck you."

This is how your 'relationship' started out anyways. Haewon broke you and Sullyoon up and just wouldn't admit that she did it, because she wanted you. Because she is a slut.

"No. Wrong order."

Haewon gives you another teasing grin.

"Fine."

You give in, knowing that, except for fucking it out of her, there is not much you can do about it anyway.

The two of you quickly engage in a heated kiss, warming each other up. Not that Haewon needs much of that. You can tell by how her core rubs against your thigh.

"If you want me to fuck you good, you better start sucking."

You whisper into her mouth, while slightly pulling away.

"You are not too big of a whore yet to take all of it without lube."

Haewon bites your lip, the pain makes you flinch.

"You just want to see me choke on it again."

Without a word, you grab her shoulders and push her down.

"Not that I'm complaining."

A devilish grin appears on her otherwise innocent face.

Haewon starts out slow by just putting the tip into her mouth. She lets her tongue swirl around it, while both her hands wrap around your cock.

Her blowjob is everything but slow and sensual though, once she gets into it. Like a hungry animal, Haewon starts to engulf your cock. You're reminded of this morning. That's how your day started.

Her hands quickly stroke you, while her head bobs up and down. Her eyes look up at you, almost mocking your inability to keep standing still. You can't help it. You have to hold onto something, or you'll fall. The only thing in sight, as usual, is Haewon's head.

You place one of your hands on top of it. Haewon immediately stops. Her eyes tell you to use her. Her eyes tell you that she is a whore. But her mouth still doesn't. To be fair, it's full with cock right now. But you make a silent promise to yourself. Within the next twenty minutes, Haewon will be calling herself a whore, while she begs for more.

You slowly pull her back onto your cock. Only halfway though. It doesn't make her choke, but you can already hear her breathing through her nose. You loosen your grip, Haewon's lips glide along your length, until they reach your tip. A moment to let her take one last breath.

A second later, Haewon chokes hard. Your cock is blocking her airflow. It's entirety is stuffed down her throat. Her nose is pressed against your abdomen. You hold her in place.

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

Four seconds

Five seconds

Haewon's eyes give you a silent challenge. Every fiber of her being tells you that she is a whore. Why can't her mouth do the same?

Five seconds turn into ten seconds.

Spit starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth.

Ten seconds turn into fifteen seconds.

Haewon's eyes become wider as she realizes that you don't intend to let go anytime soon.

Fifteen seconds turn into twenty seconds.

Her nostrils flare as Haewon's breathing becomes heavier, faster.

Twenty seconds turn into twenty five seconds.

Her drool now falls off her chin in the form of long strings.

Just as you reach thirty seconds, you let go.

Haewon falls off your cock. Her mouth still hanging open as she backs away. She tries to catch her breath, her naked chest heaving heavily.

"I will wait for your confession, once you're done with surviving."

You give her smug grin.

Haewon doesn't have the energy to reply. The lack of oxygen is still visible.

"Or are you in for round two?"

This time, Haewon shakes her head.

"But you're not gonna confess what a whore you are?"

She shakes her head again.

You groan.

"Fine. But I will not be leaving this room, until your whole body screams whore."

You take a step closer towards her desk.

"And I know just the right way to start."

After grabbing the red wax crayon, you turn back around. Haewon's eyes are slowly wandering towards your hand.

"I hope this washes off easily. For your sake."

Haewon barely has time to open her mouth, before you're already towering over her. Taking a fistful of her short hair, you make her turn her head.

The young woman feels the cold crayon on her cheek. You stain her gorgeous face. Her skin senses your handwriting. The swing of the letter S. A straight line down, one to the right. An L. Another swing U. Two more lines form a T.

You let go of Haewon's hair, letting her head return to its original place. You lean back, taking in your work.

She glares at you. Her cheek is covered with red wax. The word 'slut' seems to glow on her otherwise flawless skin.

"Well, slut..."

The word slowly drips off your tongue with such a degrading undertone.

"Let's fuck that confession out of you."

You lift Haewon off the floor and place her on her windowsill. She shivers as the cold glass makes contact with her back.

"So much space for me to write on."

You whisper as your free hand wanders all over her front.

"You wouldn't dare."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I already did, slut."

You step closer, parting her legs in the process. Your faces only inches away, the tip of your cock now resting on her wet pussy lips.

"And I will cover your entire body."

You immediately start to fulfill that promise. Haewon weakly tries to push your hand away, but you hold her wrists with one hand. You place the tip of the wax crayon right between her tits and her collarbone. You slowly read the words as you write them on her skin.

"Sex toy."

Haewon closes her eyes. She shivers again. You are sure it's not because of the glass.

"Do you want another one?"

She shakes her head and shoots you an evil glare. Her lips are pressed together, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of begging you to stop.

"Suit yourself."

This time, you place the crayon right above her pussy. Her smoothly shaven skin becomes your canvas. You don't read the word out loud, this time.

It takes her moment, since Haewon has to read it upside down.

"Owned"

Just as she understands its meaning, you're already past her lips.

"Ngh! Please!"

A loud whine escapes her mouth as she feels your tip inside of her. Your cock starts to stretch her out as you slowly push forward.

"From now on, whenever you deny being a whore, I'll ruin your body further."

Just as you say that, you are just as deep as Haewon can take it. She starts to take heavy breaths again. Her eyes are glued to the part of your cock that's still not inside her.

"Are you a whore?"

You sigh, knowing full well that she won't agree yet. Haewon shakes her head.

You place the crayon on her left shoulder.

"Bitch"

You focus on fucking her now. Being inside of Haewon doesn't allow you to properly focus on humiliating her. You need to blow off some steam first. And what is better for that than Haewon's snug hole?

You start to screw Haewon into the window behind her. Her back is pressed flat against it. Her legs are spread wide, dangling off the windowsill. One of your hands holds onto her waist while the other is loosely placed on her thigh, still holding the crayon.

Haewon's moans fill the room she has grown up in. All those memories of her childhood are now stained by this experience. They are worthless. All that matters now, is that she is a whore. Slowly, Haewon's own mind comes to that conclusion. So slow, she almost doesn't realize it.

Your pounding makes her slowly lose her mind. Her moans increase in volume. Her whines reach a higher pitch.

"Again, are you a whore?"

This time, you catch her hesitate. But then, Haewon shakes her head again.

Her eyes are barely able to follow the crayon as you slow down your thrusts only a little. Just enough, so you can properly write. Her skin just above her navel is now showing off a marking as well.

"Cocksleeve"

Haewon doesn't have time to read the second half as you pick up the pace again.

"Oh, god!"

Her head leans against the glass behind her. Her back arches, her chest gets pushed towards you. Instead of leaning in and sucking on her tits, you reach forward with your free hand.

"Aaah!"

Haewon let's out a loud cry as you pinch her nipple. And the other one. Another scream.

"S-Stop. It hurts."

She whines, but you both know that that's not her safeword.

"Tell me, if you want me to be gentle. Are you a whore?"

"No!"

She gives you a determined glare. An angry pout.

Once again her crayon finds her skin.

This time, you write on both her tits.

"Free"

"Use"

Haewon looks down, barely manages to read it, and lets out another moan.

"So you do like it rough? Thought so."

You let the wax crayon fall onto the windowsill. Hooking your arms under her legs, you pull her towards you.

"Oh, fuck!"

Her cry can be heard throughout the whole house. You're sure of it. You're buried balls deep inside her cunt. Your thrusts are harder now. You go as fast as possible, not wanting to give her a split second to breath. Her eyes, once locked on yours, are now rolling to the back of her head. Haewon's mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

"Are you a whore?"

This time, Haewon doesn't even respond. Maybe she didn't hear you. Who cares?

You let one leg fall down to reach for the crayon. Another two words are added to the others.

"Sex object"

Between her collarbone and her throat.

Haewon feels you, marking her again. But an overwhelming heat rushes through her body in an alarming pace. It starts out inside her pussy. Right around your cock. It travels through her core. Through her abdomen and her organs. Past her tits. Through her throat. Until it finally reaches her brain. And her mouth.

"Oh holy fuck!"

Haewon cums hard. You start to produce squishing sounds as you keep stuffing Haewon's wet pussy with your cock. Her hands search for your body, trying to push you away. Her legs quiver and shake, before they wrap around you, trapping you in place.

"N-No more."

She weakly sighs, once she has started to calm down.

"I haven't heard the magic word from you yet.

"Haewon, honey! Are you alright? The clock is ticking!"

Misses Oh's voice makes you both look at the door. Luckily, it sounded like it was coming from downstairs.

"In a minute."

Haewon's voice cracks in the middle of her sentence.

"Maybe we should open that door and let them hear you."

"Whore!"

You're surprised at how quickly Haewon blurts out that word.

"I'm a whore! I admit it."

She looks down, very aware that your still inside of her.

"I know. "

You lean forward and kiss her forehead.

"Was it that hard?"

Haewon timidly shakes her head.

Her eyes widen when you raise the crayon again.

"W-Wait what are you doing?"

"Hold still."

"But-"

"I feel like your confession isn't coming from a genuine place, you know? Plus, I need to mark the spot, where I want to cum."

Haewon gulps, but stays silent and doesn't move.

You start on her right cheek. Three words. You keep going, even when you reach her nose. Once you are on the other side of her face, you finish the line. The last letter is placed right next to the first word you wrote on her. The new words cover her whole face. From right to left.

"Cum hungry slut"

You don't tell her what you wrote.

"Knees."

Haewon follows your order and you're back to where you started. It doesn't take long for her to bring you to the edge from there. A nice, quick blowjob. Her hands massaging your cock. Her tongue lapping her own juices off of you.

"Damn, Haewon."

You grunt, which makes her look up at you with those big eyes.

She points your cock at her own face, strokes you two more times and then makes you orgasm. You explode right above her face, covering it with your cum. Her nose, her cheeks, her lips. All of it is ruined by your seed. And the rest of her body is marked with red wax.

"Write it down."

You nod towards her desk.

Haewon understands. She doesn't even get off the ground. She crawls the short distance, reaches up and grabs a piece of paper and the black crayon. You enjoy the view of her ass, before she turns back around. She writes one word.

"WHORE"

When she looks up again, you're already holding your phone in your hand, the camera ready.

Haewon holds up her self made sign.

"A little lower."

You make sure that every single mark you left on her body is clearly visible. Your cum is still staining her face as well.

"What a whore you are."

You chuckle as you snap a couple of pictures.

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Hi everybody!

Hope you enjoyed this one. This chapter is gonna be the last of of this small series. So there won't be any follow up fics.

Stay healthy!

[haikyu-mp4]

My friend, the smiley

word count; 914 – gn!reader, @makkir0ll had this idea for a manager!reader n it was too good

“That’s great, Kageyama!” the photographer yelled out, and you clutched your clipboard to your chest with a proud smile. Kageyama had been hired for a skincare commercial, and you were the lucky manager tasked with joining him to make sure everything ran smoothly.

They had him wearing a pastel-coloured cotton shirt, which brightened his complexion considerably as he stared casually at the camera or wherever he was instructed to look. The photographer eventually put the camera down to look over this batch of photos, and a stylist waved Kageyama over for an outfit change. This time it was a white t-shirt that stopped at a very flattering point for his bicep. You tried not to eye him too much as he just changed tops right there in the middle of the room, so used to changing volleyball uniform in front of whoever stood close by anyway.

Then he walked up to you, and you quickly smoothed out any wrinkles until you realised you were also stroking a bit too obviously over his muscles, so you quickly pulled your hand back. “Sounds like you’re doing great,” you encouraged him, holding up his water bottle.

He thanked you and took a sip before answering. “I guess I’m great at looking places,” he said, and despite the lack of hint in his voice, you knew him well enough to understand that it was a joke and chuckled under your breath in response.

“I suppose being ranked one of the most handsome volleyball players from Japan means something,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows, which made him blush slightly and look away from you.

“Let’s get a round of smiling photos!” the director announced, and Kageyama’s gaze snapped back to you, both of you staring at the other with wide eyes.

“I’m not great at that!” he whisper-yelled just as the stylist came over to pull him back to the shoot and fix his hair. Kageyama glanced at you nervously over his shoulder before eventually settling on the little wooden chair in front of the pastel pink sheet.

“You can do this,” you mouthed and signed with two thumbs up. He seemed to gulp before looking at the camera, and a certain wave of dread fell over you at the smile he came up with. Not great.

The director made a weird sound, obviously hesitant and trying to be polite. “Maybe a… more relaxed… smile?” she suggested.

Kageyama nodded sharply and sighed, before going right back to that same smile, except it was a bit more crooked as he tried to relax at the same time. You put a hand to your forehead, shaking your head for a moment before walking up behind the photographer. The director didn’t seem pleased to have you there, so you bowed politely and cleared your throat.

“May I talk to him for a second?” you asked. When she nodded you spared no time in walking over to your player, standing close enough that the others in the room might not hear.

“Is it that bad?” he asked, and you almost melted from those blue eyes. He looked so innocent sometimes.

“No! Just… you know how it was with the Olympic posters,” you said first, waiting for him to hum in confirmation. “Why don’t you think of something that usually makes you smile? Like playing with Hinata?” you suggested, and he so desperately wanted to give you good results that he just agreed to that right away.

“I can try that,” he told you. You walked back to your place and watched with hopeful eyes as Kageyama seemed to be thinking of something. Then a small smile fell on his lips that slowly grew wider, and suddenly he was looking at the camera with sharp eyes and a devilish grin. You pursed your lips, thinking not quite like that, Tobio.

Before you got to say anything, the photographer made a comment of “no teeth,” so Kageyama listened and only closed his lips without adjusting anything else. That made his cheeks look laughably strained.

Even though the non-smiling pictures came out great and not being able to smile like they wanted was in no way breaking the contract, you wanted him to build a good reputation for commercials.

If only you could think of a good way to make him smile normally. You’d seen it before, the way he smiled when Ushijima really slammed the ball and thanked him for a perfect set, or the way he smiled when you two had time to talk about your lives outside of work.

You hurriedly whispered his name, making some stylists who stood around chuckle at you, but when you finally caught his eye, you could see his shoulders visibly relax. With an uncertain smile, you started doing the little dance you had told him you learned in an amateur class last week. He had asked you to show him some time, to which you had run away with flushed cheeks and a poor excuse of going back to work.

He had no clue what you were doing, but looking at you make such a fool of yourself for him while he clearly heard someone laugh at you, made him smile so genuinely, and the camera was suddenly clicking consecutively. The director closed her eyes for a moment, praying some of the pictures came out good and telling Kageyama to at least remember to hold up the product.

A lovesick puppy smile also sells products, I suppose.

masterlist

[a-pute11as]

okay okay, you're stronger - cata coll

cata and r have a movie night that turns into a 'whose stronger' competition, but an overly friendly cuddle ends up being caught by keira and ellie.

words - 910

“catalina you’re crushing me, i can’t breathe” i gasped out as her arms tightened around my chest. 

a movie night between ‘friends’ had somehow turned into multiple arm wrestles, which turned into who had the stronger arms, which i obviously argued that i did, causing cata to chase me around the kitchen until she eventually caught me. 

“so say i’m stronger or i’ll keep going” she teased, holding me from behind as her arms got tighter and tighter as i refused to admit that she had the strong arms, clearly i was wrong. 

“never” i gasped, the pressure continuing. 

“admit it, or i’ll squeeze you even tighter” she was starting to get out of breath too, you could tell the effort she was putting into crushing me was taking energy out of her too. 

“okay okay, you’re strong” i quickly said, causing her to relax ever so slightly. 

“one more chance, you know that’s not what you needed to say” she said, as she began to tighten her arms again. 

“fine okay, catalina you have the strongest arms anyone could ever have and i know you could lift a building if you tried” i gasped out, her grip instantly releasing as i spoke. 

“aw, you’re too kind” she smiled sweetly, turning me around by my shoulders to meet her face. 

“can we go back to the movie now? keira is going to be back soon and she always interrupts it by talking over it” i said, rolling my eyes. 

“si, i’ll take you to the sofa with my big strong arms” in a swift move she had put me over my shoulder and started marching to the sofa. usually i’d protest it, but this was a very common move from cata, especially when she thought she had won on something. 

she placed me down on the sofa before sitting next to me, our feet up on the coffee table with a blanket covering us. she pressed play on the tv remote before wrapping an arm around me, allowing my head to rest on her shoulder. 

within 10 minutes we were back in the same position we were before the ‘who's stronger’ debate started, cata had her back to the arm of the sofa whilst i laid in between her legs with my head on her chest as she ran her fingers through my hair. 

our friendship had always been very close, ever since i transferred to barcelona she had always made me feel welcome. however the more our friendship grew, the more comfortable we got with each other, the more casual flirting happened which meant friendly movie nights like tonight ended with us being wrapped around each other, in more ways than one. which also meant we did what we could to keep the extra details away from our teammates. 

the conversation had come up multiple times, anytime we thought of taking it further, there was a collective worry that our friendship would be ruined so we left it how it was. 

“estas cansada, mi amor?” she asked, causing me to nod my head against her chest. (are you tired, my love?)

“are you?” i mumbled tiredly back.

“si, very” she replied with a small yawn. 

with that we both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. 

“stop they look so cute like that” 

i shuffled myself slightly assuming i was having one of those dreams that felt incredibly real, like as if you’re falling and then you suddenly wake up and you're perfectly safe in bed.

“oh they’re going to hate these photos so much”

my eyes slowly started to open as i processed the figures standing in front of us. keira and ellie were stood in front of us with their phones pointed towards us giggling. 

“fuck off” i said, quickly bringing my hand up to my face to cover myself. 

“no no, this is too good to not show everyone” ellie said as she continued taking pictures. 

i felt cata start to move underneath me as the noise began to wake her up. 

“qué está pasando?” she asked, rubbing her eyes. (what is happening?)

“we’ve been caught” i huffed, sticking my middle finger up at the two girls. 

“i think we need to get a picture with them, we are missing out” keira said, as her and ellie moved in front of us so the picture would include all 4 of us.

“dios mios” cata uttered, shutting her eyes as if that would make it disappear. (my god)

“okay we will leave you two alone, don’t do anything i wouldn’t do” ellie winked, as they walked back out of the apartment. 

it didn’t take long for my phone to ping, making me lean over to pick it up from the coffee table and check my messages.

keira - at least 5 of you owe me money now [one attachment]

patri - i knew it, give me my money claudia

alexia - tell her to put that finger down

pina - merida, le debo dinero a dos personas (shit, i owe two people money)

mapi - look at the love birds!

my hands quickly moved to respond to the texts.

me - we are just friends taking a nap together

ingrid - yes, that’s exactly how maria and i take naps too

“i have a feeling everyone knew” i said, turning my phone around to show her the messages. 

“well training is going to be eventful” cata shook her head with a small laugh.

spell check and grammar were not my friends during this, so very sorry for any errors xo

[xo-adeline]

“If only you knew…”

⋆°• ☁︎ - “Why did you choose me?” “You know very well why.”

Feat. Michael Kaiser

AN - Michael Kaiser angst hits hard. Prove me wrong.

Besides the ragged breaths of your boyfriend, Michael Kaiser, the room was silent. The moment he stepped into your shared apartment, he broke down and started yelling. It was something you had never seen before. The sight in front of you was one that the blonde and blue-haired had tried so hard to keep under wraps from you. The part of himself that he hated, the part that reminded him of his father, and the part that reminded him nobody could ever love him. Not even you. There was silence after he had finally stopped yelling as you tried to figure out what to do. Should you hug him? Probably not, he’s not good with physical touch. Should you try and calm him down? No.. You saw how that worked before with one of his teammates, most likely not the best idea. So you did the best you could. Staying a little bit back from him, your hand slightly out just so he could take it if he wanted to and you asked him the only question you could think of.

“..You okay?”

You knew it was a dumb question. I mean look at him, he obviously wasn’t okay. But what other choice did you have in the matter? Maybe he’d tell you now that he knew you were concerned.

He looked back up at you from his place on the living room floor, eyes glossed over, and streaks of tears running down from them. No matter how many times he had run his hand across his face, they still kept flowing. Through a broken voice, one you thought could never even come from the man there was only one thing he said, something you had no idea why he would even question.

“...Why.. Why did you choose me..?”

The question shocked you. Was he joking? What did he even mean by that? You chose him because you loved him. Did he not get that?

“What are you talking about? You know very well why, Micha..”

The carpet in front of him seemed to interest him more than your words. He knew exactly what you meant by that. The times that you would be together, whispering sweet nothings to each other as you tried not to laugh when he ticked you. The times when you went on vacation in his off-season and spent days relaxing together and watching movies. The moments when you showed up to his games, even when he knew you had a busy schedule to cheer for him when his parents wouldn’t show up.

His parents…

That’s what sparked this whole thing.

He couldn’t help but start crying again when he relived the moments of his game. In the VIP seats of the stadium his team was playing in sat his Mother. The lady who had not only given anything to him but also walked out and let him live the life of abuse he had. The only thing he could ever thank her for is because, without that life, he wouldn’t have ever met you. Luckily, he didn’t notice her til the end of the match but just watching the lady up there stare down at him, it was too much for him. Watching her looking at him like she was better, like she regretted nothing of what she had done to him, even if she never knew about it. He kept it all in until the end but the second he got home he couldn’t help but lose it.

He shook his head as he spoke up again

“No.. no.. nobody loves me. Not her, not him, not you.”

He paused for a second attempting to wipe off more tears, and much to his dismay, they continued to blur his vision.

“I need to go.”

And with that, he got up and left again. Leaving you standing there in the middle of the living room, looking at the place he had just stood up from. There was nothing worse than those 4 words… They brought the dread of thoughts. What if he never came back? Was that the end of it? Does he believe that you don’t love him? You couldn’t help but cry yourself as you thought about what Kaiser was possibly thinking. From the corner of your eye, the light of the sun had just perfectly hit one of the pictures on the wall. Your first anniversary. He was so upset because he had a game that night and he wasn’t able to do anything about it to instead take you out to a nice restaurant, so as he sat on the pitch, upset as hell, you couldn’t help but cheer out from one of the VIP sections. Sporting a Bastard Münich jersey, ‘Kaiser 10’ on the back.

Right after the game he had ran over to you, hugging you. Which is where the picture came from. A couple of onlookers couldn’t help but ‘Awww’ at how soft the striker had become in your presence. That was the moment that you knew you loved him. Seeing how he changed the instant he saw you, no matter how far away the two of you were.

If only he could’ve seen that as well. The moments that even when you were tired, and could’ve left due to all his busy work and never being around. You stayed. You stayed because you loved him, and wanted him to have the support he deserved.

You sighed and looked back at the front door. His keys missing from the key holder next to it

Maybe one day he’ll understand that through everything, you could never stop loving him.

With that, you grabbed your keys and went to the only place you could think of. The same park where he had learned how to play football when he was a kid.

You wouldn’t have ever sat there in the cold, looking out at your boyfriend messing around with an old football kicking it around the abandoned park if you didn’t love him.

If only he could see that you would risk anything, just to still be with him…

[kiemiu]

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝓞: 𝓝𝐞𝐰 𝓕𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

pairing kang sae-byeok x fem!reader | wc: 1.8k

summary -> the kids being preoccupied left you room to become friendly with the newcomer, kang cheol before his sister makes an appearance for a quick visit. warnings -> injuries (?)

( beneath the quiet masterlist )

12:33PM

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 gave you more time to spend with the kids while your mother was out running errands. You never had a full grasp on what she did on those errands, always returning with more junk than she had left with, always leaving the bulk of it all in the trunk of her car for you to carry in. Even at such a young age you could feel your bones aching and your back practically begging for a break as you carried in pile after pile of magazines. Never knowing what she did with them, or why she had so many, but also never being curious enough to ask.

A huff of exhaustion yet relief left you after plopping the last stack of magazines in front of her door, twisting and turning parts of your body to release any tension before you went back to supervising the kids. Turning your head in a slow circle until your eyes landing on the halfway open door to the art room. The top of a head picking in and out of the crack, scattered papers with markers all over the floor. It didn't take you long to realize it was Cheol. After breakfast and a short lesson, he asked to retire to his room because he wasn't feeling the best, not in need of a nurse or tea that you offered but just wanting to sleep.

You knew how hard of an adjustment it must've been for him to be dropped off in the middle of his adolescents. So many questions could be going through his head, mainly wondering why? And as you think back to his older sister you can't help but wonder what type of hardship they might've been through at such a young age.

The bleak weariness that overtook their forms showed that the past hadn't been kind to them, and even in the safety net of an orphanage they still kept their walls up high. Being self-preserved and reluctant to bond to those around, as if at any moment the world around them would start to crumble, and their efforts to build anything other than a simple acquaintanceship would be futile when it's all said and done.

Without a second thought you made your way over to him, giving the crowded play room a mere glance to make sure the kids were behaving appropriately before making your way inside the art room.

A few gentle knocks were placed on the door before you slowly made your way in, even with the intention of being subtle, you still managed to frighten him, his body jumping before he backed into the leg of a table. A junction of apologies leaving your lips as you slowly made your way towards, your hands held out as you approached as if he was an injured animal.

"I just wanted to see what you were up to." you quietly whisper, bending down far enough to pick up a piece of a paper he colored on. His once rigid form slowly relaxed, scooting himself closer and closer to you when he realized you didn't pose a threat.

The picture messily drawn showing three people in front of a house standing and holding hands with big smiles. "Who's this supposed to be?" You asked, turning the page toward him, having the smallest hint of who it might be.

"Me, my sister, and my mom." he clarified, beginning to draw on another piece of paper, his eyes never leaving the page even as he dropped a marker to pick up another one. You didn't want to press the issue, thinking of all of the possible outcomes that could've led him to end up here, instead settling for a hum of approval and a meek "You draw very well."

A small smile creeped on his face at your compliment, the rapidly moving hand that sketched across the paper halting as he slowly looked up at you. "You wan' me to draw you?" his head slightly tilting to the side, his doe eyes gleaming with something adventurous.

You reciprocated his smile, before nodding, offering to draw him as well, leaving your mother to supervise the other group of rowdy children on her lonesome, you were sure she could handle herself.

As you drew each other on the floor of the art room, you exchanged your likes and dislikes, foods you hated and adored, and your all time favorite tv shows. Small laughs being exchanged between you two, while a light weight lifted off of your shoulders to see him fully relax into the atmosphere. His posture eased and his babbling nonstop, cutting himself off between sentences to tell another story than the other one he told, which was something you also did when you got too excited.

Just as he was in the middle of telling a story, two short and rapid knocks broke through the tranquil bubble created between you two. Looking over your shoulder, your eyes slightly widening at the sight of his sister, standing placid, her face wearing the same exhausted yet impassive expression she wore last time.

Cheol gasped before lifting himself off of the floor and running towards her, his arms locking around her waist as one of her hands rested on the top of his head, messily combing her fingers through his flat locks. "We were just talking about you, noona!" he exclaimed, his toothy grin looking up at her as he rested his chin on her lower abdomen, arms still locked tightly around her waist.

A flash of confusion crossed her face, her eyebrow lifting up only for a split second before returning to her regular stony composition. "You were?" she asked, the tilt of her head similar to the way Cheol had completed the action earlier. Although different in looks you could tell they were related by the allusive mannerisms, even the way they talked occasionally reminding you of the other.

You lifted yourself off of the floor, dusting the sides and back of your pants off before slowly making your way over. "He was just telling me a story on how you taught him how to ride a bike." you clarified for him. A grin creeping on your face as you recalled him telling you she wasn't the best teacher at the time, the longest she'd been on a bike no longer than 10 seconds as she always ended up losing her balance.

Sae-byeok's gaze fell from yours to her little brothers, a ghost of a smile tugging on her lips for a split second before disappearing as her head turned over to the ruckus of the playroom next door.

You didn't mean to stare, but your eyes couldn't help but lock onto the visible scar on her neck, something you hadn't noticed the first time you saw her. Your head tilting the slightest to gaze at it. It was a faded pinkish color, a whisper of a tragedy etched into her skin for life, just barely being covered by the stray hairs falling from her pulled back low ponytail.

It felt as if you were underwater, falling into a trance of your eyes trailing the visible parts of her body to see any other unmarked scars that you had missed at first glance. Her hands barely concealed yet the scratches and traces of dried blood on the knuckles shined a brighter light on who she was. Her fingers long, slender, and littered in bruises, making you wonder what she could've done to sustain such injuries.

The way her hands consciously slipped deeper inside the sleeves of her jacket to conceal her hands didn't go unnoticed, and as if you were pulled from the suffocating waves of the ocean, you heard Sae-Byeok's voice come into view.

"Why aren't you playing with the other kids?" she asked, your eyes catching hers for a second before they diverted to Cheol who was still gripped onto her tightly. He hummed in response, not wanting to tell his sister that he was afraid.

Afraid of what the other kids would think about him, how they would treat him if he spoke too much, and if they'd see him differently if he was truly himself.

"Um, I just wanted to color." he murmured, his eyes avoiding his sisters, his hands resorting to latching onto her wrists, swinging them back and forth to keep himself occupied from having to meet her gaze, knowing that she can read him like a book.

You saw Sae-byeok tense, her face cringing at the sudden pressure around her wrists, but quickly masking it with a frown. Her mouth opened to question him but was abruptly interrupted by Cheol. "Oh, Miss Kim, Can I show noona what we were drawing together?" He suddenly asked, his head turning towards you, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

You nodded, your eyes abashedly meeting Sae-Byeok's for a split second. "Of course, and if you want you can color with your noona in the visitor area." you offered, already gathering the sheets of paper off of the floor and bending down to throw markers back into their bin.

You smiled as he quickly nodded his head up and down, quickly scattering down to the floor to help you clean the mess you made together. "Will you join us?" Cheol suddenly asked after gathering the multitude of supplies, holding the bin of coloring items with both of his hands, occasionally using his knee to keep it from slipping.

You opened your mouth to answer but was soon interrupted by the yell of your mother calling your name. A small sorrowful smile making its way onto your face, "I don't think I'll be able to..maybe some other time, yeah?" you query, holding the now neat stack of papers close to your chest.

Cheol nodded, his smile still never slipping as he made his way back over to Sae-Byeok.

You held the papers out for her to take, not wanting to pile too much onto Cheol, only then being close enough to realize the noticeable height difference, she practically towered over you, her head having to slightly tilt down if she wanted to maintain eye contact.

Her eyes stayed trained on yours, eyelids fluttering at the smallest graze of her fingertips against yours as she took the drawings away from you. A mumble of what you assume to be a 'Thanks' was heard as she turned her back towards you, her and Cheol treading down the hall to the visitors area to continue coloring together, faint murmurs of Cheol's voice being heard as he told Sae-Byeok how good of an artist you were when you were merely average at best.

As they turned the corner you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at Sae-Byeok's departing glance at you over her shoulder, her eyes flickering towards yours like a magnet before she disappeared into the halls of the orphanage. She evidently wasn't one for words, speaking her own secret language with her eyes, you just had to figure out what she meant.

Where did you come from Kang Sae-Byeok?

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Birthday morning— OP81

Waking up early isn't Oscar's thing, especially not on his birthday, but he's always, always up for cuddles — Oscar Piastri x f!reader, sleepy Oscar, no use of y/n, implied nsfw content word count: 1.6k a/n: Please ignore that I didn't actually post this on his birthday because I kinda forgot I wrote this in the first place

A soft groan slips past your lips as you slowly wake up, the sun tickling your face. You try to stretch your body but find yourself trapped in Oscar's arms. His embrace is nice and cozy, his bare chest warm against your skin.

Your eyelids flutter a little as you try to get used to the light filtering into the hotel room through the small space by the window you must've forgotten to cover with the curtain last night after you and Oscar got back from the track.

Instinctively your hand reaches for your phone and you squint as the screen lights up, displaying that one picture of you and Oscar his mum took when you were in Australia over Christmas. It was very weird celebrating Christmas in the middle of summer at first. Well, for you at least.

Your eyes flick up to the time. 7:12

With a sigh you let your head fall back onto the soft pillow. Oscar's got you trapped in a hug and you can't even get up to close the curtain in order to darken the room, so going back to sleep is going to be impossible. Great.

You turn in Oscar's embrace so you're facing his chest that rises and falls gently with every soft breath he takes. His hair is a little tousled and his face squished against the pillow. He looks so beautiful with the light from outside gently illuminating his skin in a soft morning light.

Your eyes travel over his features that look so gentle and innocent as he sleeps— he's got a bit of acne like so many people your age, the freckles that adorn his cheeks aren't that visible yet, but as soon as summer comes around and he sees some sun they'll be more noticeable. His skin is smooth, the stubble he was trying out now gone after you convinced him to shave it.

You let your eyes travel down to his arms as you lazily trace your index finger along one, noticing the firm muscles that tense and relax under your touch until you reach his hand. Your hand reaches for his and you absentmindedly start playing with his fingers, admiring how nice his hand looks.

A quiet groan escapes you as your eyes land on the window again. Sleep isn't on the table anymore. Once the sun is up, that option is out the window.

Your finger trails up Oscar's left arm once more, gently grazing his skin with your nail as you do so. He stirs a bit, a quiet grumble making it's way past his lips.

"Happy birthday," you greet him softly as a smile spreads across your face, careful not to startle him. Your boyfriend however only lets out a soft hum of acknowledgement and keeps his eyes closed as he pulls you in closer and buries his face in your neck.

"Come on," you giggle a bit and brush some of Oscar's hair away from his forehead, a soft smile making its way onto his features at the tender touch. "It's your birthday."

"No..." his voice is drowsy, a bit of a lazy whine as his lips curve up slightly into an almost pouty expression.

The sheets rustle a bit as he shifts in bed, trying to get closer to you. His body is so warm, his skin so soft, and you can't help but smile as you wrap your arms around him, stroking his hair with one hand.

"Yes, it is," you chuckle in reply and place a soft kiss against his temple. "And I'm not gonna let you have a boring birthday morning before Qualifying."

"Can it be boring if I'm just with you?" he mumbles, his words muffled and barely understandable with his face pressed against your neck.

Oscar lets out a soft happy sound and his hand squeezes yours, pulling it towards him. "Mh... comfy..." he mutters and moves his head out of the crook of your neck a bit, only one eye open. "What time is it even?"

His words are laced with sleep, his voice raspy, coated thickly in his accent. It always comes out more when he's just woken up.

"Like, 7:15?" you reply and shrug, not bothering to actually check. "Come on, Osc.. Be excited or something."

"I don't wanna..." his words trail off as he mutters something else from under the blanket he's got pulled up over his chin. "It's too early... And you're comfy." In a smooth motion, he runs his hand up your torso to give your waist a gentle squeeze and feel your soft, warm skin against his.

"And you're being boring," you sigh and let your head drop against his. "What if I had something planned, mh?"

A lazy chuckle leaves Oscar's lips as he snuggles in closer to you. "What if I just wanna stay here with you?" he hums a little and lets his body sinks into yours.

"What would you even plan that's better than sleep?" he queries, his voice still a bit raspy and his face scrunched up as the light shines into his face through the window.

"I'm sure I could come up with something," you shrug and nuzzle your face against his hair, pressing a soft kiss there. Oscar's body begins to relax more, melting into your embrace as he holds you close to his chest.

"Does it involve having to leave this bed before I have to head to work?" he asks with a sigh as you start to gently scratch his scalp. "If so, my answer's no. I'd say I'm rather content here."

"Come on, birthday boy," you let out a chuckle and tilt his face towards you, your lips brushing against his. "Cheer up. You're 23!"

"I know... don't remind me," your boyfriend grumbles, but can't help the hint of a smile that tugs at his lips when yours brush against them.

"But it can't get better than this... It's warm here.. and comfortable.. and you smell nice.. what else do I need?" His voice trails off into silence as he relaxes in your arms, sighing contently.

"Aw, so sweet," you chuckle teasingly, nose lightly bumping against Oscar's as you lean forward, causing him to scrunch up his face.

"Mmhh... don't laugh," Oscar grumbles and lets out a soft whine as his lips curl into a pout. He reaches up and his hand finds your cheek, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. "I'm still tired, and you're being mean."

"How am I being mean?" you laugh and prop yourself up on your arm to get a better view of his face.

"You're literally laughing," he huffs but you know he's not being serious. "I just wanna sleep in a bit with you..." His thumb continues to gently rub soft circles on your cheek as he lets the other hand come to rest on your hip, his arm and hand curling around you to pull you against him so you can get a bit more comfortable.

"Alright, alright," you say defensively and scrunch up your face when he leans down and his hair tickles your face. "If that's what you want."

"Exactly. It's my birthday and choose staying in bed," his voice is still a bit raspy, but he's obviously no longer on the verge of falling asleep again. He doesn't seem to want to talk that much, he's content with just holding you in his arms, cuddling.

Oscar nuzzles his face against you again, taking a deep breath. "You smell nice," he tells you again as his hand pulls your hip a bit closer, his eyes closing as he leans his head a little more into you. "Like... lilac."

"I should hope so. I paid some good money for this perfume," you reply with a smile and lean in to give Oscar's lips a gentle kiss. They're soft and the way his hand lands behind your neck almost instinctively makes you feel safe.

Your boyfriend lets out a soft hum of agreement, his lips pressing against yours a little harder, taking the kiss in as he leans his forehead against yours. His grip tightens around you, holding you close as his hand finds your hip and squeezes ever so slightly, his fingers gently tracing the soft dip of your waistline.

You twist in his embrace to grab your phone once more and check the time, which allows Oscar's arms to snake around your waist from behind.

"Almost eight," you mutter with a sigh and rest your head on the soft mattress once more before shifting out from underneath the covers, finally stretching your arms.

"Hey, hey, where're you going?" Oscar inquiries and blinks a little in confusion, his hand reaching out to grab yours as you sit up.

"I gotta shower, baby," you sigh and swing your legs off the bed. "I still have to get ready and we need to go down for breakfast and you have to be at the track by ten."

The smile on Oscar's face falls slightly as you slip away from his embrace, his fingers wrapping around your own as you make your way out of the bed.

"But I just like being in bed with you," he complains somewhat half-jokingly, his other hand reaching out to you as he tries to stop you from escaping.

"Come on, just a bit longer," he whines and lets his head fall back onto the pillow where he lets his body sink into the mattress once more.

"You can come with me if you want," you suggest with a small smile and the most subtle of winks before turning to leave the bedroom in the direction of the bathroom.

At the mention of joining you, Oscar is wide awake, sitting up in bed with an excited smile as he watches you leave the room, his gaze following your figure before he rolls out of bed himself.

You feel a smile tugging at your lips as you take notice of the footsteps behind you and feel his strong arms wrap around your waist, his lips finding their way to your neck, knowing you did manage to make his birthday morning not so boring in the end.

[boorines]

caresses from my camera roll | choi seungcheol (M)

warnings/tags: fem reader, established relationship, softdom!cheol, he’s a sweetie, he’s also mean though, fingering, pussy slapping, use of the word slut, multiple times, profanity. smut. MDNI

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seungcheol is the sweetest boyfriend you could have asked for. he brings you plates of carefully cut up fruit while you work, leaves a light kiss on your cheek or a pat on your head whenever he walks by, and makes the best breakfast in bed.

so, it might come as a surprise that he isn’t half as soft during the night, before you both fall asleep to warm touches.

like tonight.

you lay on your shared bed, scrolling through your camera roll and admiring the photos you took earlier today. it was a beach date, spontaneous and relaxed, and you think those are the best kind. as you scroll, you come across a candid you took of seungcheol. he was laying beside you on a beach towel with his face turned towards you, sunglasses on and hand shielding his face from the sun. he was smiling. cute.

but you couldn’t say the same about his swim shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips or his exposed abs still wet from his swim earlier. and his hands... one in front of his face and the other just off screen, but you know very well it was resting on your bare thigh, a touch too high to be casual. the memory of what he said right before the photo was taken makes heat flood between your legs.

“you look so good, i could take you right here”.

you squirm at the thought. he would have if you’d let him and it drives you crazy. you inch your hand lower, slowly circling your clit. these could be his fingers, you think as you stare at his photographed hand. his longer, thicker ones would feel so much better inside you than yours. you whimper at the image and press harder, wet spot on your panties growing steadily. pushing your underwear to the side, you drag a finger through your wet folds and gasp. you’re about to push it all the way in when the door to the bedroom swings open.

“hey, love, there’s a new episode of—”

he freezes in the doorway and his eyes darken. your pussy floods at the way he looks at your finger halfway inside you. he shuts the door slowly behind him and his voice is low, much lower than usual, when he asks, “and what are we doing here?”. walking over to the edge of the bed, he takes a seat, eyes roaming painfully slowly over your body.

you whimper and reach a hand out for his, silently asking for help.

“no. i’m going to watch you. i’ll help when i think you need it”.

“cheol, please”, you whisper.

“what did i say?”, his tone is one of warning and you don’t push further. you whine softly as you start drawing circles on your wet cunt over your panties, adding pressure when you make eye contact with seungcheol.

“good girl”, he mutters under his breath.

your stomach tightens and you hastily kick your underwear off and push your thighs apart. his sinful gaze on you is enough to make you cum, you think. you sink your middle finger into your entrance with a drawn out mewl, clenching around yourself when you hear your boyfriend hum in approval. you start pumping into yourself only for seungcheol to still you with a firm hand on your thigh. you look up at him in confusion but his eyes are on your unlocked phone laying forgotten beside you. he smirks. oh.

“so, is this what got you like this, pretty?”, he whispers, moving closer to you until he’s positioned beside your legs. “got this wet just looking at pictures of me, hm?”.

you shudder when you feel his hand squeeze your thigh. once, soft. again, harder. you whimper and paw at his hand in request.

“words, baby”.

“y-yes, cheol. was thinking about y-you”.

“yeah? baby got this needy thinking of me? my hands, my cock?”, you mewl softly at his words, “god, you’re such a dirty slut for me, fuck”.

“i am, cheol, please. please, i need you”.

he groans and pulls your hand away from your pussy, swearing under his breath when he sees your dewy entrance. he grazes a finger across your dripping cunt and you push your hips into his hand. he whips his hand away and you let out a desperate whine, hoping he can see how much you need to feel him inside you.

“don’t move”, he warns, “maybe i’ll fuck you on my fingers. or maybe i’ll just watch you try to cum without any help. for playing with yourself without my permission”.

you shake your head in desperation, silently begging him to touch you.

“cheol, please, i need to feel you”.

“my slut needs me that bad?”, he traces a finger around your clit and you make a noise so sinful it goes straight to his hardening cock. “beg for me”.

you can’t think straight as you babble a string of ‘please’s, ‘cheol’s and ‘i need you’s. you hear him chuckle deeply and it only makes you clench around nothing, continuing your pleas for his cock, his fingers, his tongue. anything.

without warning, seungcheol plunges a finger into your entrance, sinking in knuckle-deep. you gasp loudly, followed by a moan the neighbours can probably hear. he begins pumping at an unrelenting pace, drawing whimpers and moans from your throat.

“good girl, you’re doing so good for me, baby”, he adds a second finger and your noises grow louder. the slick squelch of his fingers thrusting into you joins your needy moans and whines, the room sounding like lust and sin.

you feel his other hand come up to your breast, kneading and squeezing the skin torturously. he takes his time with your hard nipple, moving to the other only when he feels satisfied. he leans down and leaves open mouthed kisses on your shoulder, moving up your neck and along your jaw. he places a soft kiss on your lips, a sharp contrast from the filthy moans he’s swallowing from your throat. his lips move back to your neck, roughly sucking at the skin and you mewl in pleasure. he pulls back to admire the red mark blooming where his lips just were, all while his fingers pump sinfully between your folds. you buck your hips, forcing his fingers in deeper. he curls his fingers inside your cunt, hitting the spongy wetness of your walls with purpose.

“you hear those noises, baby? fuck, your pretty little cunt is dripping for me”.

you moan loudly, desperately trying to fuck yourself harder on his fingers.

“hips down, slut, i decide when you cum”, he whispers in your ear and you lose yourself.

“please, cheol, please, please, i’ll be so good for you, i promise. please let me cum, i need it so bad, cheol”.

he laughs and abruptly slides his fingers out of you. you whine at the empty feeling and open your mouth in protest before you feel a sharp slap land on your cunt. “ah, cheol!”

another. the slight sting makes your pussy gush around him and you become a babbling mess.

“you like that? my filthy girl likes that, yeah?”, he mutters.

“s-so much, cheol”.

“you’re my little slut, aren’t you, pretty?”, he delivers another slap to your leaking cunt.

“yes! yes, cheol! your slut, all yours. fuck, i’ll do anything”, you scream.

“slut has such a dirty mouth”, he chuckles as he rubs your pussy soothingly, “let me make my baby cum, yeah?”.

you nod, eyes tearing up and clawing at his forearm when you feel him sink three fingers into your sopping hole. he hisses when he feels you flutter and clench around him, his eyes turning impossibly darker. he sets a torturous pace, splitting you open on his fingers until your back arches off the bed.

you feel your stomach tighten and you scream in pleasure. “i’m close, i’m so close, please cheol”. he doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s curling his fingers and hitting the same spongy spot again. leaning down, he messily sucks on your nipples, licking around the hard mounds and leaving your tits covered in spit. the sound he draws from you makes his dick twitch and he responds by flicking your clit with his thumb.

“good girl, you’re doing so good, my love”.

you clench around his fingers with a wanton moan, holding onto the arm he’s using to prop himself up beside you. you feel his lips on yours and kiss him back sloppily, all tongue and high-pitched mewls. his fingers don’t stop fucking into you even when your legs begin to shake violently.

“fuck, baby. you look so beautiful getting fucked open on my fingers like this”, seungcheol whispers against your mouth. “cum for me, soak my fingers. i want to feel your cum drip down my hand, yeah?”

you scream into his mouth as his fingers hit your sensitive walls over and over. you feel the coil in your stomach snap and your vision goes white as you clench around his fingers, your release leaking out of your cunt as he strokes your walls through your climax. he helps ride out your high with a few more thrusts and a groan that you feel deep in your heat.

“that’s a good girl”, he whispers and slowly pulls his fingers out of you. he watches your cum gush out and soak your folds and swears under his breath. you look at him in bliss as he puts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean with a pop, subconsciously making you clench your empty hole around nothing.

“you were so amazing, my love. always so perfect”, seungcheol presses a kiss to your lips, smiling softly when he sees your eyelids get heavy. he strokes your hair with care reserved for no one but you and your chest warms. “relax, gorgeous, i’ll get you cleaned up”.

as seungcheol delicately cleans you up, soft touches and gentle ‘i love you’s, you drift off. the last thing you feel is a feather-light kiss on your temple and a stroke of his hand against your arm.

and you can’t help but think once again, seungcheol is the sweetest boyfriend you could have ever asked for.

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well… this was interesting to write! i have more trouble with smut than fluff and took way longer writing this than i should have. but i hope u enjoy it!! bf!cheol is everyone’s weakness hehe. please let me know what u think!! thank u so much for reading and enjoying my previous work!

hopefully my next drabble/fic should be kwan centred because i can’t ignore my bias for much longer! as always, requests open!!

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Fic Snippet!

Some Ryan POV of the comedy of errors where he doesn't realize that Tommy's gay. Related to Misperception.

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“How’d you meet your partner?” Ryan asks politely when he and Tommy are sitting around at Harbor.  

Ryan’s just finished re-making fake flight plans for the umpteenth time under Tommy’s watchful eye, and he’d like to talk about something not work related. Now that they’re on a break of sorts Tommy keeps distractedly smiling at his phone. It’s not difficult to guess why. Apparently their anniversary is coming up and they’ve been planning a big trip.

“We met on a call, actually,” Tommy says, looking a little bashful.

“Ooh, a dramatic rescue?” Ryan knows this probably isn’t what happened, but he’s imagining Tommy carrying a beautiful, faceless woman out of a burning building.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Tommy says with a laugh, as if he’s read Ryan’s mind, “So, actually Ev-"

The alarms go off, and Tommy stops midsentence, shoving his phone into one of the pockets on his flight suit as he stands. Ryan wonders for a second what Tommy’s girlfriend’s name is. Evalyn? Eva? But then he has no time to wonder, because they’re prepping to take off.

•

“The 118 is in the news again,” Sylvia says later on, pointing in the direction of the TV. She sounds simultaneously bored and amused.  

Ryan’s in the middle of watering his flowers in Animal Crossing and he glances up at the TV. The breaking news declares LAFD LEFT STRANDED DUE TO EQUIPMENT MALFUNCTION almost gleefully. Sylvia’s statement must have also caught Tommy’s attention, because he wanders closer and squints at the screen. 

“–sources say ladder fully extended during a routine rescue of a cat in a tree–” Tommy says, slowly reading the closed captioning.

Sure enough, at that point the footage swings upwards to show two figures in the basket, the ladder stretched up into a cloudless sky. The camera zooms in shakily, before focusing on a pair of unamused men holding an even more unamused orange cat.

“Oh my god, it’s Eddie and Evan” Tommy starts to laugh, and pulls his phone out and snaps a picture of the TV screen.

“I’m gonna text Lucy and tell her to get her ass over here,” Sylvia says, before turning to Ryan and saying sotto voce, “They both used to work out of that station.”

“I can’t believe it was an actual tree rescue,” Ryan complains, “I never got to rescue any cats from trees.”

All of his pet rescue experiences have been fire related which tends to be… fraught, to say the least. Carrying a terrified and wriggling goldendoodle out of a burning building and almost getting bit for his trouble, for example. The news footage keeps cutting between the scowling firefighters and, thankfully in this case, a very unhappy but very unharmed orange tabby. A cute trio, Ryan will admit. The cat visibly hisses at the white guy holding it. In response the man proceeds to, by all appearances, start lecturing the cat while the other firefighter bursts into laughter.

“It looks like that’s for the best,” Sylvia says, putting her phone down, “When the universe throws you a stereotype, it throws you trouble as well.”

Lucy chooses that moment to arrive and she starts cackling. Tommy’s just standing in front of the TV now, watching as another ladder truck pulls up along side the malfunctioning one. Ryan gets distracted by his video game again. Lucy and Sylvia start talking about their off-shift plans, half paying attention. When Ryan glances up, Tommy’s eyes are still fixed on the screen intently. His arms are crossed. It reminds Ryan of how he looks in the air sometimes. The second ladder basket raises up, and comes to a stop next to the two men. It isn’t until they’ve stepped into it and are slowly lowered back down, that Tommy’s shoulders relax.

“I’m going to give them so much shit for this,” Tommy says, taking his phone back out, and beginning to type away.   

[sunrisecaminus]

Helloooooo:333 >w< may I request. a story or a headcanon with wheeljack, megatron, starscream and soundwave reacting to a female reader who wears baggy and suddenly see her wear a *summer tight maxi dress* that hug's the body and curves black colour plz (I've seen this trend on tiktok lately and I kinda wondered if you can and have time to write it ) you can make it nsfw 😩😌 sorry I'm freaky billy these days feel free to ignore if you want I just read a few of your stories and damn ✨

Message - Love this so much! Also update in real life, I am going into summer classes for my bachelors so hopefully I can work on fanfics in between classes.

Wheeljack, Megatron, Starscream, and Soundwave x Human Reader

Summary - Mechs reactions to you in a sexy outfit when they have not seen you in these types of tight clothing before :3.

Warning - There is hints of NSFW but it never gets into details.

Wheeljack Wheeljack never really cared about your looks, he isn't the type to see someone for their physical appearance. Your baggy cloths looked very comfortable and he thought nothing else of it. Miko and you have went shopping and it took hours before y'all came back. When Wheeljack sees you in the shoulder showy dress you bought at the mall, he was flabbergasted. The curves you have been hiding for all his time on earth, how dare you not show your true beauty to him? Wheeljack waits until you were privately with yourself before he talked to you about the perfection he was looking at. Your gorgeous body was everything, your skin and the material of the dress giving you a soft look. He picks you up and smothers your body with his face, giving you a lovely face hug to show how much he is loving you right now at this moment. Taking your hand with his digit, he spins you around and whistles. Wheeljack was going to treat you at his ship later that night, knowing it would be criminal to not give you the love you deserve. "Well then, I didn't know we have a princess in our base."

Megatron Holy shit, you are in massive trouble. How dare you not give him your goddess body sooner?! Those baggy clothes will be torn from your closet as punishment for your secretive tactic to get him to be soft. The wrapped dress hugging your curves with the dress coming down to the floor, your back being free from the clutches of the cloth to give him a full picture of your bare skin. The exact scenario is you walking over to him to tell him that you were hungry, which took a while because he was busy with having a meeting. In the middle of his talk, he spots you outside the room, in the hallway, waiting for him to end the meeting in that sexy dress. He summarized the rest of his talk to end the meeting as fast as he could to have a private talk with you. His glaring narrow optics, staring daggers into yours. "You dare try to put me under a spell?" Where do you want to eat, because this man is going to take you where ever you want to go. You are his queen and shall be treated like one. That night you were going to be nothing but his pet though, so get ready for that.

Starscream The baggy clothes were always your thing, he never thought about you wearing anything else…but than summer arrived. You wore this short summer beach dress…and it made Starscream's spark stop. He will never forget you waiting on the rocks next to the shore, waiting for him to end his last scouting mission. The wind breezed through your hair and clothes, giving a beautiful capture of everything he loved about you. When he landed, he cheeks couldn't stop blushing. "Who is this? An Angel?" He gave you so many compliments, twirling you around on the beach and watching the flowy short dress blow around. He takes you out on a stroll on the beach, putting his pedes in the water. Are you walking? No, how dare he even think of such a thing? He has you on his shoulder so you can relax your feet and just talk whatever you want to him. Most of the time he would stay quiet, but will state his opinion on a few things here and there when you are done with every story. You would have to be the one to initiate interfacing, he honestly only thought of you and him snuggling in the birth room for the rest of the night.

Soundwave Knockout took you shopping and gave you the black dress, saying how Soundwave would love to see you in it. You were always so shy about wearing such sexy clothing, but if it was to fluster the second in command, you had to. Upon arriving at the main throne room, where Soundwave was typing at his computer…seemingly distracted by watching Starscream doing some traitor shit, you see that Megatron caught you standing there first. Knowing exactly what was going on, seeing you in such a very revealing outfit, he nods his head to you in a respectful manner and leaves (Very rare for megs to respect someone, you lucky dog :3). Soundwave finally notices and stopped typing. He stared at you for so long, it was honestly worrying. He places you on the desk and booped your face very gently, giving you the attention you need after doing something so brave. You feel his hand sliding over your torso and felt him rub your upper thighs just a bit, before going back to working. You can tell he craves you right now, but work will always be first. For now though, he forces you to sit at his desk, looking like a beautiful trophy for everyone to see and adore.

[rwshfordgirl]

OCEANO

"só sei viver se for por você."

pairing: jude bellingham x reader!

where he just wants to see you well.

warning: mention of cheating.

a/n: i dedicate this to all the girls who read this story and who by some chance, share portuguese as their native language, lusófona union hahaha i was really looking forward to starting this project, i've been thinking about it for months and i'm so happy to finally be able to share it with you. really hope you guys like it ;)

𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬✮

Jude remembers well all the times he heard you say that you would leave everything behind to go live with him on an island in the middle of the ocean. He felt bad every time he saw you stressed, coming home from work and college tired and still finding time to take care of himself. He wanted to reward you for that, he wanted to make you forget the problems that afflicted you so much and take you to the island that you wanted to visit so bad.

He saw the board on your Pinterest profile, you saved photos that other people shared when they had the opportunity to visit an archipelago in the Indian Ocean off the coast of the African continent. The islands that formed the territory of Zanzibar. Your dream destination.

As the end of the season approached, Jude made a plan. He booked an entire floor of a five-star resort on Kendwa Beach, for a week, just for you and him.

He didn't say anything, it was a surprise until the last second. "Babe, you mind going to Ibiza this summer?"

You did mind going to Ibiza, it's not the most special place in the world, it's not the ideal place to relax after a stressful season. But Bellingham likes going there, he likes it when he gets his friends together and they head off to the island, and you wouldn't want to be without him.

However, Jude wouldn't take you to Ibiza, when the question was asked during one random afternoon, he had just booked the room at the Resort. He saw you trying to hide the annoyance on your face and in your voice.

When the day arrived, when Jude boarded the jet with you, the resort's commercial posters were above the plane's seat.

"What's this, love?" You said as you flipped through the paper showing the beauties of Zanzibar.

The smile on Jude's face grew huge, he licked his lips before speaking, "Surprise. That's where we're going."

Jude couldn't explain what he felt when he saw her face, when he saw her eyes shine and her smile gradually grow in size, "Jude, are you serious? My God, but what about your friends? Jude, are you really serious?"

Jude ran his hand around the back of you neck, he pulled you close gently and gave a little kiss on the top of her head, "It's serious love, very serious. I know how much you wanted to go there. And my friends already knew that we wouldn't go to Ibiza, only you didn't know."

You looked out the plane window, already imagining yourself lying on the sun loungers on the beach and walking hand in hand with Jude along the sandy strip of the beach.

And sitting on the edge of the bed, with his hands on his head, he remembered the smile you gave him when he told you about the trip, the kisses you gave him that conveyed your happiness. But nothing would prepare him for what would come next, nothing would prepare him for what happened minutes after that.

Bellingham headed to the balcony of the room you were in, still thinking about the event that preceded your arrival. He could see you lying face down on the hayloft, your blue dress moving in the wind, and he counted how many times you brought your hand to your face, trying to wipe away the tears that were falling.

Jude made you cry, he made you cry out of sadness and not out of happiness as it should have been, as he had planned.

"What are you insinuating?", the vision of you crossing your arms and looking him in the eye with anger, will never left his mind.

"You like his pictures, comment on his pictures. What do you want me to think?"

You rolled your eyes, the smile on your face appeared but it only highlighted the anger you felt.

"What are you implying? Tell me Jude Bellingham, what are you implying with this."

Your hands reached out to Jude to push him away.

"Do you think I would cheat on you? Do you think I would be with someone else? You are such an idiot, such a fucking idiot."

Your fingers pushed Jude further and further back in the chair.

"No my love, it's not that...", his voice came out almost like a whisper, he was sorry. But I knew you were upset, almost heartbroken for hearing him insinuate that you were hitting on another man.

And on the hotel balcony, Jude couldn't stand to see you like this anymore, suffering because of his actions. Maybe you didn't want to talk at that moment, but he would try, he would try to get closer.

You felt Jude sit down on the lounger, towards your belly. His fingers gently walked over it.

"Baby girl, can we talk?", the question came cautiously.

No answers, the only sound was that of the ocean waves. Jude took a deep breath, his hands ran through his hair, a gesture that represented the anguish he felt inside.

"I can pack my things and leave.", it was the first time he had heard you voice since the incident hours ago.

"No, no.",Jude felt a wave of despair invade his chest, "You can't leave, you don't have to leave. I want you to enjoy it here, I want you to relax, I want to see you well."

Your face was turned towards the forest that surrounded the beach, without the courage to look Bellingham in the eyes.

"Love, I'm so sorry, okay? I'm really sorry, I hate knowing that I was the one who left you like this. I just didn't know who he was, I was scared, I felt insecure."

Jude was being honest, that was really how he felt. Insecure and vulnerable.

"Jude, you are the most perfect man in the world. It would be crazy to think of another man having you, knowing that I am loved by you.", you finally managed to compose yourself, got up from the lounge chair and sat in front of him.

"I'm really sorry about that, I'm sorry for doubting you.", it was Jude who couldn't look at you, he was embarrassed.

"I felt terrible hearing you insinuate that the likes I gave to the photos of a friend of mine who I haven't seen in years, represented to you a sign of cheating.",

"I don't know what happened to me, really. I trust you, I trust you with my eyes closed, I trust you to be my guide on a path full of thorns.", he took a deep breath, his hands found yours, "Don't think about leaving me, don't think about leaving me without you please...please, my love."

Bellingham felt he could get on his knees in front of her and beg for your forgiveness.

"Promise me, Bellingham. Promise me that you will never again be able to doubt me, to doubt my love for you."

His fingers tightened around yours.

"I will never do that again, never again. I promise you, I promise not to do what I did today ever again.", he brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it.

"You mean everything to me, everything I love the most. I can't be without you for a second and see you here, alone, not wanting to talk to me... it hurt me. It hurt me because I knew I was the one who caused all this pain."

Tears streamed down your face again, but this time they were tears of relief, Jude's words really sounded right to you, they were sincere words.

"Jude?" you said as you felt him caress your face.

"Huh?" he said, not wanting to be distracted from what he was doing.

"Thank you for this, thank you for bringing me here."

Bellingham rested his forehead against hers, happy that he could finally do this.

"You deserve this, you deserve this and much more. I want to make you happy, I want to make you very happy every day.", again he kissed the back of your hand, "I don't want to make you cry like that ever again, it was the first and last time, i promise to you.I want to see you cry because you are happy to be with me, to be here."

Jude hugged you, a sincere hug that for both of you meant the end of a complicated situation. Neither of you felt the urge to let go, to leave.

"I love you.", you whispered in his ear, "I love you too much."

Your words made Jude let go of you, but he didn't pull away, he just took his hands and brought them to your face.

"I love you too, my dear love. More than you could ever imagine."

[heartybubs]

yoo!! hope it's fine to request here 🙏🏻

first off, how r u doing?? hope everything's fine!!<3

I wanted (if possible) to ask 4 either hcs or a one shot for stiles stilinski, picturing a reader who's scott's younger sister :)

maybe she has lived with rafael for a while and just came back in beacon hills?

HOPE IT'S NOT TOO COMPLICATED HELP

have a great day and tysm anyway !!

hc: best friends sister

teen wolf [ stiles stilinski x mccall reader ]

warnings: mentions of anxiety and su!c. attempt (motel california)

a/n.: first of all, tysm for your request, very happy to finally deliver!! decided to go with a hc set around the events of the best episode in s3a (so it gets kinda dark for a moment ig). i didn’t really focus on the fact she just moved back, but if you want something like that lmk! got a little carried away, but hope you like it <3

my masterlist

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when your and scott’s parents initially split up, you obviously stay with melissa. in middle school, you decide to move to your (now sober) father to rebuild your relationship with him until high school. scott genuinely despises him at that time (still does lowkey), but you had always been daddy’s little girl when you were a toddler

you’re barely a year younger than scott, but he LOVES being the big brother (you don’t really mind)

stiles was never a stranger to you, he’d obviously been in your life as long as he had been in scott’s, but after you left, you didn’t really make an effort stay in touch with each other. you were definitely his first crush tho before his obsession with lydia started

when you move back, you almost don’t recognize stiles, who’s WAY finer than you had remembered. the moment he sees you, it’s almost like he couldn’t care less about lydia martin. he probably stares at you, open mouth and all (super embarrassing, but you blush HARD)

scott would love to keep you out of his supernatural business, but quickly realizes that simply won’t be possible.. especially when stiles and you start hanging out a lot.. he’s oblivious for a while, not even considering that there could be something going on between his best friend and his baby sister until isaac asks him about it… he’d never stand in your way tho <3

stiles and you are even more oblivious than scott tbh, spending multiple days (and nights) in a row with each other; working on his case board, studying, watching his favourite star wars movies (while cuddled up)…

this probably goes on for like a year? until the guys go on a lacrosse trip to motel california to which lydia, allison and you follow them. that’s the night you realize you love him.

something between stiles and you changes after derek’s (supposed) death. the way you comfort each other feels different and new, but never scary. you try your hardest to be there for scott, who’s crumbling under his insane guilt, but whenever he goes to sleep, you text stiles and he comes over right away

every. single. night.

losing derek, who you’d always gotten along with, and seeing your brother like that doesn’t pass you lightly. you can’t really put your feelings into words, but you don’t have to because stiles gets it. he gets you.

and everytime you let him in, you two don’t speak until you’re in your room where you just melt into his chest. he wastes no time to wrap his arms around you and holds you tightly until he relocates you both from the middle of the room to your bed

“c’mon, n/n, let’s go to bed, alright?”, and he’s always SO soft with you. if you’re crying, he’s wiping your tears right away because he knows he wouldn’t last ten seconds without bursting into tears himself

after a short stop at a gas station where allison has to sew up your brother, who’s basically dying (fun!), you girls join the team on the bus. you’re obviously seated next to stiles, falling victim to his unserious yap-attacks (he’s just glad you look relaxed and have that pretty smile of yours back on your face, even if you’re rolling your eyes at him non-stop)

you obviously don’t share a room at the motel, but you spend the entire night with him, especially after the werewolves start going a little crazy… and when you see your brother standing in the parking lot, drenched in gasoline with tears running down his face, you freeze in fear. terrified to lose the most important person in your life, not knowing what to do.

stiles is holding onto your shoulders for dear life. you can feel him shaking behind you, he has to be at least as scared as you, but he doesn’t waste anytime. he places a soft kiss to the top of your head before moving you behind him and carefully stepping into the gasoline puddle to his best friend

you’re scared shitless, not being able to breathe or listen to any of the words he’s speaking to scott. you’re spiraling into an anxiety attack, tears are pouring down your cheeks. everything happens so quickly and before you know it, lydia saves the two most important people boys in your life from going up in flames

that’s when you realize

you don’t move. you just watch as allison helps lydia, scott and stiles back up. you don’t have to move tho, because stiles is already coming your way and when he stops right in front of you, he grabs your face with both his hands and presses his lips onto yours

you spend the rest of the night on the team bus, stiles cuddled into your side. you leave the kiss undiscussed until you’re back home in beacon hills and find yourself spending another evening in stiles’ room

you’re both quiet, still shaken up from the events of last night, but in the comfort of your silence, you find the courage to kiss him again. and that’s basically what you do for the rest of the night until you fall asleep in his arms

[waitingandwishing]

Hiii!! So erm maybe a Tyler and Taylor with a childhood friend reader?? Idk if you take X reader but it was in the tags so.. Can be headcanons or scenario, thank you so much <33

oh yes of course and also I do take x reader!!! (i didn't know if you wanted platonic or romantic so we have both!!!)

-> context: childhood friends

-> fandom:school bus graveyard

-> warnings: angst.

Platonic:

You'd met Tyler and Taylor in kindergarten. Tyler was arguing with Taylor about a box of crayons and you offered one to Taylor so then you could get them to stop talking and hopefully earn a gold star next to your name. (Spoiler: You got two friends instead)

You'd always like being with Tyler and Taylor... They were both so fun, playing baseball with Tyler was a challenge (Somehow he'd get so many homeruns you were sure he'd be a professional soon) but always fun and building lego houses with Taylor (Even though your parents always complained about stepping on them) was fun.

You were always there, whether that be birthdays or celebrations, your family was always in the picture because of how good you guys were friends.

So naturally, you were absolutely devastated when their dad died. It was almost like you had also lost a family member. Tyler was busy caring for his family and Taylor was trying to help her mom get better, so they couldn't spend as much time with you as before.

By middle school, you guys barely said hi in the halls. The inside jokes stopped. So did the birthday calls. Your mother insisted on interacting with them but her suggestions went through and out both of your ears. It would've been awkward, almost as if you were simply barging in and saying, "Hey I know it's been ten years since we've talked and you've been grieving, but I was waiting for that to be over so we could be friends again!"

That was until Savannah. Specifically, the night you were trapped in a room with four acquaintances and two childhood friends you hadn't spoken to in years. Yeah, very awkward.

But it seemed like Savannah had brought everyone closer together including you, Taylor, and Tyler. You were sitting in one of the buses, picking at the peeling leather, before Taylor had suddenly sat next to you.

“Hey… uh, I saw that phantom almost scratch you. Everything okay?” You were shocked, nevertheless, but of course relaxed when that signature smile appeared on her face. "I'm alright, you?" Taylor swallowed, knees curling up to her chest. "Yeah."

You leaned back on the seat, "Not as scary as those ducks if I'm being honest." You feigned nonchalance, a smirk starting to appear on your face.

She snorted, "“You still afraid of ducks?”

“One chased me when I was five, of course I am!” You smiled, sitting up straight to look at her.

“Yeah, and it still lives rent-free in your nightmares.” She laughed.

Nevertheless, you were glad to have one of your friends back. As for Tyler, it took some warming up to get both of you back to where you were when you were kids. But it was shorter then you had expected.

“You still do that thing with your thumb when you’re nervous,” You said, half-smiling as you tried to reach out to him. Currently, you all were gathered in Logan's room for a sleepover.

He glanced down at his hand and shrugged. “Old habits.” Tyler said, moving his pawn piece forward. You furrowed your brows at his curtness.

“You ever miss it? Us being friends?” You asked, moving your knight.

“We were idiots.” Tyler commented, avoiding the question.

“That’s not a no.”

He didn’t look at you as he moved his piece forward. “Doesn’t matter.” You sighed, moving your rook before sighing and moving it back to move a pawn piece instead before Tyler stopped you. "Illegal move."

"Didn't know you knew how to play chess." You muttered, lips curling up into a small smirk.

Tyler didn’t answer right away. He tapped the top of his pawn once, twice, before finally glancing up at you. “I didn’t. My mom taught me last summer.” He paused. “I suck at it. Still do.”

You blinked, surprised. “You? Admitting you suck at something?”

He gave a small, reluctant grin. “Don’t get used to it.”

A beat of silence stretched between you. Not tense, just... Quiet with the faint sound of Aiden scrolling through Tiktok and Taylor talking to Ashlyn while she braided her hair.

It was comfortable enough that you didn’t rush to fill it. “I wasn’t trying to guilt-trip you earlier,” You said finally, voice softer. “I just… I don’t know. Missed you.”

Tyler looked down again. The corner of his mouth twitched, but his voice stayed low. “Yeah. I missed you too,” he admitted, almost like it hurt to say it out loud. “Didn’t know if you’d want me back.”

You stared at him. “Dude. You’re literally the worst at emotions.”

“Thanks. I try.” You both cracked a smile, the air between you shifted just a little. Easier. Warmer.

Tyler nodded at the board. “Your move. And don’t cheat this time.”

Romantic: Taylor

Out of all things, you liked Taylor's smile the most. Fortunately, it was something she did all the time. Smile, laugh. But mostly, you enjoyed it when you were laughing with her. When you could enjoy your happiness with hers.

You supposed you've always had a crush on her, maybe it was when she shared the candy she had at lunch time with you and stuck out her tongue at Tyler when he sulked about wanting some as well, or maybe when you noticed how pretty she was in fourth grade but you had always liked her.

So how great is it that you two ended up growing apart? How great was it that you weren't even sure she liked you? Well, you were sure to be proven wrong because other then her brother's comfort, yours was the one she sought out the most when her dad died.

“Hey… uh, I saw that phantom almost scratch you. Everything okay?” You were shocked, nevertheless (And sort of flustered), but of course relaxed when that signature smile appeared on her face. "I-I'm alright, you?" Taylor swallowed, knees curling up to her chest. "Yeah."

You leaned back on the seat, "Not as scary as those ducks if I'm being honest." You feigned nonchalance, a giddy smile starting to appear on your face as you felt her warmth radiate off her body.

She snorted, "“You still afraid of ducks?”

“One chased me when I was five, of course I am!” You smiled, sitting up straight to look at her.

“Yeah, and it still lives rent-free in your nightmares.” She laughed. There it was, that laugh... You loved and missed that laugh so much. And it was you who made her laugh.

A moment of comforting silence enveloped the both of you before she rested your head on your shoulder. You stiffened, body heating up as she muttered, "I missed you, y'know."

"... Missed you too, Taylor."

Romantic: Tyler

I feel like the one thing you liked about Tyler was definitely his dedication. His dedication to take care of his family, his dedication to always be right, it was something you respected and admire.

And whether it was him getting into a fight with a person who had come up to you and made fun of you or maybe when you shared food together, everything had just simply been chalked up to be a crush. A crush that had formed from close proximity.

Well, it seemed like the universe had a funny joke to play because even when you grew apart you still found yourself looking for him through the crowds of people. And unbeknownst to you, Tyler had done the same.

“You still do that thing with your thumb when you’re nervous,” You said, half-smiling as you tried to reach out to him. Your heart pounded at the closeness and you swore your head felt like exploding. Currently, you all were gathered in Logan's room for a sleepover.

He glanced down at his hand and shrugged. “Old habits.” Tyler said, moving his pawn piece forward. You furrowed your brows at his curtness.

“You ever miss it? Us being friends?” You asked, moving your knight. You were treading lightly, you didn't want to say the wrong thing.

“We were idiots.” Tyler commented, avoiding the question.

“That’s not a no.” You pointed out.

His eyes widened, breath hitching slightly before moving another pawn forward. “Doesn’t matter.” You sighed, moving your rook before sighing and moving it back to move a pawn piece instead. You didn't notice how Tyler hesitated before placing his hand on the hand that was moving the pawn piece, "Illegal move."

You widened your eyes, you were sure you were about to explode now... "D-didn't know you knew how to play chess." You muttered, biting the inside of your cheek.

Tyler didn’t answer right away., clearing his throught and quickly retracting his hand. “I didn’t. My mom taught me last summer.” He paused. “I suck at it. Still do.”

You blinked, a small smirk appearing on yours lips. “You? Admitting you suck at something?”

He gave a small, reluctant grin. “Don’t get used to it.”

A beat of silence stretched between you. Not tense, just... Quiet with the faint sound of Aiden scrolling through Tiktok and Taylor talking to Ashlyn while she braided her hair.

It was comfortable enough that you didn’t rush to fill it but sort of awkward considering you two technically just held hands. “I wasn’t trying to guilt-trip you earlier,” You said finally, voice softer. “I just… I don’t know. Missed you.”

Tyler looked down again. The corner of his mouth twitched, but his voice stayed low. “Yeah. I missed you too,” he admitted, almost like it hurt to say it out loud. “Didn’t know if you’d want me back.”

You stared at him. “Dude. You’re literally the worst at emotions.”

“Thanks. I try.” You both cracked a smile, the air between you shifted just a little. Easier. Warmer. His eyes lingered on yours, flickering down before he widened them.

Tyler cleared his throat, nodding at the board. “Y-your move. And don’t cheat this time.”

(Hope you like it! Also this is a lot longer then I intended it to be lol...)